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Defenders Prompt Post #1
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5+1 | Healing touch
(Anonymous) 2017-09-18 07:51 am (UTC)(link)Ideas to consider:
+ Luke has bulletproof skin but blunt trauma can still cause internal damage or shattered bones.
+ Using his chi to heal drains Danny of energy considerably, he's prone to pass out or sleepily curl up next to the person he just healed. Please, someone bring this kid a blanket.
+ Alternatively, Danny needs to eat a lot to get some of his energy back.
+ If it happens during a fight, there's no way he can protect himself later if he can barely stand up. Some backup is welcome.
+ Danny knows now that Jessica doesn't like being touched so he needs to be extra careful around her when she get hurt/poisoned and needs a
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(Anonymous) 2017-09-18 08:33 am (UTC)(link)Re: 5+1 | Healing touch
(Anonymous) 2017-09-19 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)Fill: 5+1 | Healing touch
(Anonymous) 2017-09-19 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)“Okay-- Okay i'm here, what--?” Claire isn't prepared for the amount of blood that greets here when she steps into Matt's office, and she barely manages to keep hold of her kit as Jessica wraps a hand around her wrist to tug her in (hot and slippery, god they're all a mess.)
“Jesus guys!” She doesn't even have time to take stock of them all before zeroing in on Luke, curl up on the floor, clutching his chest, ruined shirt soaked to the point where the fabric seems almost black.
She almost starts to ask how, before a violent cough racks through him and he spits out a mouthful of bright red. Matt's crouched beside him, mask off and battered face scrunched in a look of deep concentration.
“Fix him.” Jessica's demand comes out as more of a desperate rasp, and Claire is suddenly overwhelmed by the acrid scent of smoke and burned fabric... and flesh.
“Matt?” She drops to her knees beside him, pushing at Luke until Matt moves to help her roll him to his back, he goes with a groan, eyes rolling back into his head.
“There was a bomb, Luke took the brunt of the explosion-- but the concussion of the blast must have messed up his insides, his lungs--” Matt's hand covers hers, leading her to touch the sticky but otherwise unmarred flesh over his chest, then down over his stomach. “Here too.” She almost laughs, humorlessly, who needs an x-ray when you have Matt Murdock?
“Luke, can you hear me?” She touches his cheek and his eyes crack open to squint at her, even smiles.
“Hey babe.”
“Hey yourself... How bad is it?” She flips open her medical kit, pushing through the contents, coming up with nothing that can help.
“Had worse heartburn.” He coughs again, and Matt helps him turn so he doesn't end up choking on his own blood.
“Claire!” Jessica snaps, voice pitching. She's worried, Claire knows, but it isn't helping.
“Where's Danny?”
“Danny's fine-- .”
Claire turns her head. “That's great, but I need him here.”
“He's on his way back, I sent him for water and towels.” Matt's at least keeping his calm, though part of it might be because he looks like he's barely keeping himself conscious. He lifts his chin. “He's just down the hall now.”
“Danny!” She barely gets his name out before the door flies open again, and under other circumstances it would almost be comical the way he stumbles in, singed hair sticking every-which way, face smudged dark with soot, like some mad-scientist whose experiment had backfired.
“I need you here, now.”
He drops the bags he's holding, a bottle of water bouncing out to roll across the floor. He joins her in an instant, landing on his knees beside her.
“He's bleeding internally, even if I had the supplies to operate, we all know I can't get through his skin.” Claire keeps her cool despite the rising panic in her chest. She takes Danny's hands, like Matt had done to hers, laying one over Luke's chest and the other his side.
Jessica scoffs. “What's he supposed to do? Fist him better?” Though she's silenced by a frown from Matt, and he rises to join her, resting a hand on her shoulder. It keeps her still, at least, though Claire can feel the heat of her stare from behind her.
Danny shakes his head. “I don't know if I can, I've never done this-- not like this.” His voice falters from uncertainty and she hushes him. Beneath their hands Luke arches and shakes with another violent cough, and Danny does his best to hold him down. “Okay man, I got you.”
“Danny.” Claire says again, sharper. “I know you can do this, just like before, you have to focus. Luke needs you.”
He licks his lips and nods, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath. Then another, the golden glow of his chi burning up from his fingertips, spreading up to his wrist until every bone and vein seems to illuminate beneath his skin. The breath he releases comes with a shudder as that light travels, sinking into Luke's own skin and Claire can't help but marvel, watching as it travel through him, brilliant and pulsing until Luke's own bones seem to burn with it, his heart beating bright in his chest.
“Jesus--” Jessica gasps, moving around to sink to her knees on the other side of them, in perfect time too because Danny finally murmurs a soft “Okay... I feel it.” and Luke's left arching up with a choked sound, leaving Jessica to curse as she moves to hold him down.
“It's okay baby, just relax.” Claire pulls his head in her lap, at the very least she can keep him from cracking it against the floor, which, honestly is more dangerous for the floor (and her lap in retrospect.) Luke sinks back down, sweat beading on his forehead and eyes rolling back again.
Danny's hand slips down Luke's abdomen, light trailing with it, throbbing brighter in time with his pulse-- he sets his jaw, breath coming out harshly between his teeth. It's a long, silent minute before Luke sags completely and the light fades, leaving Danny to sit back on his heels.
No one says anything, until finally Matt lets out an audible breath. “Yeah, he's good.”
But he can't quite step up in time to stop Jessica as she rises up on her knees. “You asshole, you could have done this the entire time?”
“Jess--”
“No! He could have died and magic fingers here was holding out--” She doesn't shove Danny hard but he topples back right as Matt moves to catch him; the kid's unconscious before Matt can even lower him the rest of the way to the floor.
“Shit--” Jessica covers her mouth and scrambles over to check on him, he's pale and sweaty but breathing fine.
“What the hell was that?” There's less anger when she turns to Claire, who's still cradling Luke's head in her lap, stroking his brow and temples.
“The immortal Iron Fist, champion of K'un-Lun.” She laughs, relieved.
“You knew he could do that?”
“I hoped he could do that.” Claire corrects.
Jessica just shakes her head, shoulders sagging in defeat. “What is my life even...”
No one really needs Matt to chime in with the comment of “A weird one.” But he does anyway.
♥♥♥
(Anonymous) 2017-09-19 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)Don't worry about the grammar or updates, I'm super happy to be getting this :D
Re: ♥♥♥
(Anonymous) 2017-09-19 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2017-09-19 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)I'm surprised Matt didn't end in a dumpster this time, not so much that Danny immediately got that lady's car fixed, heh. Kinda died at “Fist of healing”, that was great.
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2017-09-19 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2017-09-19 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)The idea of Danny somehow deciding to heal the Punisher is hilarious to me too, if only because of the reactions of everyone else. Also because I happen to love Frank, but I am biased.
Up to you, honestly, but I appreciate you asking :3
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2017-09-19 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2017-09-19 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)Fill: 5+1 | Healing touch (part 2)
(Anonymous) 2017-09-19 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)Matt wakes up with a splitting headache. It isn't a new experience; the dull throbbing behind his eyes that almost makes him grateful that his world is dark.
His mouth tastes like copper and bile and he's keenly aware of how dry and swollen his tongue feels behind his teeth. Swallowing isn't that much fun either, leaving him to exhale sigh from his nose in favor of a unhappy groan.
“Hey.” the voice doesn't startle him, though he's still trying to absorb his own surroundings before fully registering that there's another person in the room with him. The bed beneath him sinks a little with a sudden weight beside him, slow enough not to jar him—which he's grateful for.
“Hi.” He croaks out, turning his head enough for the of his senses to make out that it's Danny settling in bed with him, the familiar sent of tea-tree shampoo and faint citrus making his nose itch, shortly enough after a shower that it hasn't had time to really fade.
“How are you feeling?” At least Danny knows to speak softly, the sound still makes Matt's head throb and he moves to drape his arm across his eyes, hoping the pressure will help.
“The jury's still out on that one.” He chuckles at his own joke and then regrets it immediately, sharp pain shooting down his spine, leaving his teeth clacking together with how hard he clenches them.
“Ow. What happened?” For a moment he's worried that the only thing that doesn't seem to hurt are his legs, but he feels the sheets shift when he wiggles his toes. Still in one piece, thank goodness.
“You uh, jump kicked that big ninja guy and he threw you out a window.” Matt has to smile at his cheerful tone, and at the entire situation really-- if he's honest with himself, he's probably been through worse.
“Did I land in the garbage bin?”
“Oh, no, on the roof of some lady's car. It's okay, I replaced it.”
Matt laughs again, then groans, he really needs to stop doing that. “Of course you did.”
“Can I help?” Danny's fingers are warm against his wrist and Matt lowers his arm, trying to give him what he hopes is a reassuring smile. He wonders what the kid is even doing here, if he brought Matt home and patched him up himself or if he's just on watch to make sure he didn't finally knock his marbles out for good.
“I could use some aspirin.” He feels Danny shift some of the bedding, and he moves to stiffly sit up, letting the younger man help stuff another pillow behind his back. It feels a little better like this, easing the pressure that is no doubt blood in his sinuses.
“No, I mean, I think I can help a little more than that.”
It takes Matt a minute to realize what he means before he responds with a soft “ah. Magic fingers?”
Danny barks out a laugh. “We're not calling it that.”
“Fist of healing?”
“Maaaatt.”
“Okay, we'll all put our suggestions in a hat and decide from there.”
“I'm taking back my offer.”
“No, no, sorry. Heal away, Dr. Fist.”
“Are you always like this, or is that the concussion?”
“Mmm.” Matt's hum turns into a soft sound of surprise as Danny settles astride his thighs, he keeps his weight to himself, balanced on his knees, but Matt can still feel the heat radiating off of him. It makes the back of his neck burn a little, and he quickly licks his lips.
“Mr. Rand these are hardly professional bedside manners.” He reaches to rest his hand on Danny's thigh feeling out the worn denim down to where it frays into a hole at the knee, a passing wonder if he bought them that way or if time had just been rough on them-- the smoother texture of healed nicks and scars from years of skinned and banged up knees answers his question immediately.
“This may come as a shock to you, Mr. Murdock, but this actually requires some concentration.”
Matt tries not to wince as Danny's fingers brush his temples, gentle as he is, and he's aware now that the tight feeling above his brow are actually stitches that he can only hope is Claire's work, because while the rest of them are all good people, he wouldn't trust a single one with a needle.
“Ready?”
He closes his eyes, surprisingly anxious, and nods once.
Danny's chi is-- strange. He knows he must experience it in a different way than the others, after all he can't exactly see how it must glow. He can feel it though, taste it the air like the sharpness of ozone after a lightening storm. It raises the small hairs on the back of his neck, leaves goosebumps tightening his skin.
Part of him expects it to hurt a little, but it doesn't, in fact it's a little like the soothing sensation of having warm water poured across his skin, heat sinking into him and he nearly sighs-- until there's a sudden brilliance behind his eyelids, too bright, like glancing at the sun. Except Matt can hardly remember anything but darkness and fire. He jerks back with a grunt and Danny does the same, leaving Matt rubbing at his eyes, mourning the light as it fades back into nothing.
“What's wrong?”
“Nothing, it was just weird for a second there.” Matt takes a moment to calm the hammering of his heart, sinking back against the headboard.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Matt starts to say no, he wants that light back, if only for a moment, but he realizes that the pain in his head and neck have subsided, no more than a dull, tolerable ache.
“I'm good, wow, yeah, real good.” He gives Danny's leg a reassuring pat, and then a 'get off' nudge, if a friendly one. “That was kinda amazing actually. Do you do birthday parties?”
Danny rolls to flop onto the empty space beside him with another snort of laughter. “Ugh, Matt!”
This time, when Matt laughs along, it doesn't hurt. “Thank you.” And he thinks, just for a second, when he turns his gaze Danny's way, there's just a little bit of light.
Fill: 5+1 | Healing touch (part 3)
(Anonymous) 2017-09-19 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)“Mmm.” Jessica's wakes with a deep sigh, consciousness filtering in slowly, and god she can't remember the last time she's felt this good. Warm and drowsy, it's the first time in forever she's woken with out the dull discomfort of last night's hangover pounding in her head and a stiffness in her muscles.
“Am I dead?” There's a solid chest beneath her cheek and she knows it immediately, along with the warm scent of Luke's cologne and the steady thrum of his heart. She opens her eyes to the sun streaming in through the window over her bed, then closes them again as she feels more than hears Luke's rumbling chuckle.
“No.”
“Did I get laid?” She can be hopeful right? Though she'd definitely know if they'd slept together, there's no way she'd be feeling this good. Good, but not with out some sort of tell-tale ache of a romp in the sheets with Luke Cage would leave.
Luke laughs again, and she lets the warm sound roll through her.
“Afraid not.”
“Oh, damn.” She should probably be worried about how she'd ended up like this, but with as often as her nights end with at bottom of a Jack Daniels bottle, she's no stranger to blacking out. Right now she doesn't really care, as long as she can stay like this just a little longer, cuddled against Luke's chest, feeling too good to remember just how unhappy she's supposed to be.
“Are we going to sleep all day?” Luke's finally brakes the silence after some time and she groans out a protest, burying her face against his shirt with a muffled 'yes' before exhaling another pleased sigh.
“Alright.” Fine. Jessica stretches languidly and rolls over-- and nearly ends up with a mouthful of messy blond hair.
“Eeesh!” She jerks back, bumping into Luke's unmovable mass. “Uh, no.”
Danny Rand is asleep beside her, undisturbed by her surprised backpedaling, curled around one of her pillows like some over grown kid with a teddy bear.
“Okay what sort of crazy shit did I miss?”
Luke gives her arm a squeeze and sits up with a yawn and a powerful stretch of his own.
“Besides a pleasant night at the bar before some punks decided to shoot the place up, not much.”
Jessica squints before it comes rushing back, well, more or less. “Holy shit!” her hands fly to her chest, feeling for the ghost of an injury that isn't there. Her shirt's warm and clean, but not the one she went out in last night.
“What--?” She looks to Luke, then back down to Danny.
“Don't tell me I got magic-fingered.”
“You got magic-fingered.” Luke wraps an arm around her shoulders and she sinks back against him, still watching Danny, dead to the world.
“He probably saved your life.” Luke adds quietly and she scoffs, but allows for the warm feeling that swells in her chest. Okay, it's fondness, she'll admit to it-- not out-loud, but to herself at least. Besides, he's kinda sweet when he's asleep and you know, not talking.
“Guess that explains why I feel so-- I don't know...” She makes a helpless gesture.
“Good?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.” Luke agrees with a chuckle, reaching past her to ruffle Danny's hair, the kid stirs a little, but doesn't wake.
She sighs again and reaches down to pull the blanket further up over him.
“I guess getting magic-fingered is better than getting iron fisted.” She has to make the joke, ok? Besides it makes Luke laugh.
“I'm telling him he gave you the best orgasm of your life.”
Jessica hits him with a pillow. “Don't you dare!”
“Come on, you're practically glowing.”
“Hey, he magic fingered you first. Jerkhole.”
Luke chortles again, tugging the pillow away before she can hit him with it again.
Then, behind them, Danny's voice rumbles out low and groggy. “Are we really calling it that?”
Jessica can only laugh.
OP
(Anonymous) 2017-09-19 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2017-09-19 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)Please stop changing the subject line, it's against the rules and very confusing for flatmemers.
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(Anonymous) 2017-09-19 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: 5+1 | Healing touch (part 3)
(Anonymous) 2017-09-20 05:31 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: 5+1 | Healing touch (part 3)
(Anonymous) 2017-09-21 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)