Hurt/Comfort - Du blutest (fürs Team)
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Challenge: Hurt/Comfort - Du blutest (fürs Team)
Fandom: Harry Potter (nicht, dass es erkennbar wäre...)
Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Oliver Wood
Wörter: 637
A/N: Was immer ihr tut, macht keinen dummen Witze in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nachancas Gegenwart, oder ihr schreibt auf einmal Kampfjägerpiloten-AUs. ...Oder sowas passiert nur mir.
Story is in English, because I suck.
Oliver loved flying, always had. The acceleration pressing him into the seat, the life support system resting heavily on his chest and the erratic jerking of the control stick in his hands upon entering the planet's athmosphere made him feel light-headed.
Of course, that might have also just been the lack of air.
Strange, how falling felt just like flying.
Yeah, it's crashing that's the bad part, a voice in the back of his head reminded him. It sounded like the Colonel, probably because he had actually said something like that before and Oliver couldn't help but grin a little wistfully. He would miss Colonel Weasley's Wise Words to Live By.
Not for long. You're losing altitude fast.
"You don't say."
It was almost impossible to talk, but if he had to die today with the Colonel's wisecracks in his ear, he was at least going to talk back, screw Weasley and his low, deliberate drawl. And while he was at it, screw dying, too.
He had lost both engines and at least one rudder. The entire cockpit was beeping and blinking, reporting system failures, a hull breach and coolant leakage. That bastard had landed one hell of a shot. But Oliver Wood was the best pilot of his academy class and quite possibly of the decade. Also, he was 'one stubborn, dedicated tosser' and absolutely refusing to die anytime soon. So he redirected energy from one of the engines to give the thrusters a little extra boost. They wouldn't survive abuse like that for long, but all things considered, they wouldn't have to.
One, two careful thrusts and the fighter's nose started to point slightly upward. Oliver took a deep breath, ignoring the sudden burst of pain emanating from his rips at that. He had other things to worry about than a few broken bones.
Like not breaking the rest of them.
"Shut the fuck up."
Actually, it was kind of nice to have the disembodied voice of his Colonel to keep him company, but Oliver would under no circumstances admit to that, because that would give him more to worry about like oxygen deprivation causing the hallucinations, a slow decent into insanity or chain of command having to say a thing or two about this little crush he had going on there...
For starters, he decided to worry instead about the ground coming closer and closer and the jammed release mechanism of his ejection seat.
It required inhuman efforts and the dislocation of a shoulder, but he managed to pull the blaster out of the small overhead compartment.
That is a supremely stupid idea.
"I learned from the best."
Not even Colonel Charles Weasley would have fired a blaster inside a locked fighter cockpit and grapevine had it that he actually was suicidal. But the only thing Oliver cared about, right before he passed out from 12 G acting on his body, was that it worked.
"Wood, you're bleeding."
Oliver had spent the last few hours drifting back and forth from conciousness, pain driving him slowly insane.
"You are a bloody useless hallucination."
"You're not hallucinating. I think."
"Useless."
"Be that as it may, you have to help me here, you're bleeding and your leg should really not have that extra joint, so I need to move you onto that stretcher, can you help me with that?"
"Absolutely useless, but really pretty."
The voice inside his head chuckled, so Oliver felt a little benevolent and tried to right himself. He was immediately rewarded with soaring pain and a light-headedness that felt just like flying.
"There we go."
The soft hum in Oliver's ears sounded just like a hover stretcher moving and something warm and firm was touching his hand and, just for a second, he tought that, maybe, not even crashing was all that bad.
Challenge: Hurt/Comfort - Du blutest (fürs Team)
Fandom: Harry Potter (nicht, dass es erkennbar wäre...)
Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Oliver Wood
Wörter: 637
A/N: Was immer ihr tut, macht keinen dummen Witze in
nachancas Gegenwart, oder ihr schreibt auf einmal Kampfjägerpiloten-AUs. ...Oder sowas passiert nur mir.Story is in English, because I suck.
Oliver loved flying, always had. The acceleration pressing him into the seat, the life support system resting heavily on his chest and the erratic jerking of the control stick in his hands upon entering the planet's athmosphere made him feel light-headed.
Of course, that might have also just been the lack of air.
Strange, how falling felt just like flying.
Yeah, it's crashing that's the bad part, a voice in the back of his head reminded him. It sounded like the Colonel, probably because he had actually said something like that before and Oliver couldn't help but grin a little wistfully. He would miss Colonel Weasley's Wise Words to Live By.
Not for long. You're losing altitude fast.
"You don't say."
It was almost impossible to talk, but if he had to die today with the Colonel's wisecracks in his ear, he was at least going to talk back, screw Weasley and his low, deliberate drawl. And while he was at it, screw dying, too.
He had lost both engines and at least one rudder. The entire cockpit was beeping and blinking, reporting system failures, a hull breach and coolant leakage. That bastard had landed one hell of a shot. But Oliver Wood was the best pilot of his academy class and quite possibly of the decade. Also, he was 'one stubborn, dedicated tosser' and absolutely refusing to die anytime soon. So he redirected energy from one of the engines to give the thrusters a little extra boost. They wouldn't survive abuse like that for long, but all things considered, they wouldn't have to.
One, two careful thrusts and the fighter's nose started to point slightly upward. Oliver took a deep breath, ignoring the sudden burst of pain emanating from his rips at that. He had other things to worry about than a few broken bones.
Like not breaking the rest of them.
"Shut the fuck up."
Actually, it was kind of nice to have the disembodied voice of his Colonel to keep him company, but Oliver would under no circumstances admit to that, because that would give him more to worry about like oxygen deprivation causing the hallucinations, a slow decent into insanity or chain of command having to say a thing or two about this little crush he had going on there...
For starters, he decided to worry instead about the ground coming closer and closer and the jammed release mechanism of his ejection seat.
It required inhuman efforts and the dislocation of a shoulder, but he managed to pull the blaster out of the small overhead compartment.
That is a supremely stupid idea.
"I learned from the best."
Not even Colonel Charles Weasley would have fired a blaster inside a locked fighter cockpit and grapevine had it that he actually was suicidal. But the only thing Oliver cared about, right before he passed out from 12 G acting on his body, was that it worked.
"Wood, you're bleeding."
Oliver had spent the last few hours drifting back and forth from conciousness, pain driving him slowly insane.
"You are a bloody useless hallucination."
"You're not hallucinating. I think."
"Useless."
"Be that as it may, you have to help me here, you're bleeding and your leg should really not have that extra joint, so I need to move you onto that stretcher, can you help me with that?"
"Absolutely useless, but really pretty."
The voice inside his head chuckled, so Oliver felt a little benevolent and tried to right himself. He was immediately rewarded with soaring pain and a light-headedness that felt just like flying.
"There we go."
The soft hum in Oliver's ears sounded just like a hover stretcher moving and something warm and firm was touching his hand and, just for a second, he tought that, maybe, not even crashing was all that bad.
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Date: 2016-07-05 09:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-06 08:04 pm (UTC)Mal schaun...
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Date: 2016-07-05 01:47 pm (UTC)Ich weiß nicht genau, was es ist, aber ich brauche mehr davon :D Ich liebe Wood's voice und wie die beiden miteinander umgehen.
Bei "You are a bloody useless hallucination." und "Absolutely useless, but really pretty." war ich breit am Grinsen, weil das genau die Art bantering ist, die ich liebe <33
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Date: 2016-07-06 08:05 pm (UTC)Und danke, danke für den lieben Kommentar, das freut mich! =D
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Date: 2016-07-05 02:01 pm (UTC)Wenn das immer so gut bist, musst du ab sofort jede noch so merkwürdige Idee schreiben, die du mir gegenüber erwähnst. ;)
"And while he was at it, screw dying, too."
<3
"That is a supremely stupid idea." "I learned from the best."
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, wie ich sie liebe! <3
Ich werde es nie bereuen, dich zu Charlie/Oliver zu motivieren. <3
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Date: 2016-07-06 08:06 pm (UTC)Wenn es sich immer so gut anfühlt, dumme Ideen zu schreiben, haben wir nen Deal. ;)
Es ist zwar hart zu begründen, wo das bitte noch Charlie/Oliver ist, aber, ja, ich hatte viel Spaß, danke dafür.^^
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Date: 2016-07-16 04:15 pm (UTC)Und nach zwei Sätzen dachte ich "Kampfpiloten AU!!!! *_*"
Weil jap. Das macht Sinn. Ehrlich. Ich erinnere mich vage an Oliver und dass ich den schon immer mochte und dass der schon immer am glücklichsten war, wenn er in rasender Geschwindigkeit Quidditschmanöver gedreht hat. XD (Ist ne Weile her, dass ich HP gelesen habe aber ich könnte mal wieder... *_*)
Auf jeden Fall maaaaaaaaaaag ich military stuff und Soldatenzeugs und äh ja. XD I liked it! <33
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Date: 2016-10-02 07:58 am (UTC)Diesen Satz hier möchte ich mit Gold umwickeln und an mein Herz drücken und nie wieder loslassen, OMGGGGGHGHHG, CHAIN OF COMMAND SOLL MAL NICHT SO EIN SPIELVERDERBER SEIN AWWW :)))
Das sind so viele wunderschöne tropes, ich habe das Gefühl, ich kenne die beiden von KINDHEITSBEINEN an, weil du mit so wenigen Worten so viel erzählst, ES IST ZAUBERHAFT.
Die zwei sind so süß ICH FREU MICH JETZT SCHON DARAUF DEN REST ZU LESEN AHHh <333