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Gretel | Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters

[effbombs]

[fuckinguseless]

"Gretel - Gretel. Would you just let me fucking see?" Hansel's voice is half irritation, all concern as he looks at his sister. His amazing, stupid sister, who'd decided that taking a hit for him was a smart decision. He can see the blood oozing through her clothes, sullen, but slow. Logically, he knows she's not in any danger.

But they live in a world of candy houses and flying brooms, so fuck logic. "If you don't let me see to it, I'm going to tie you up and do it anyway."

[effbombs]

Hansel's taken enough bad hits before that just this once, he can manage to live without them. "It's not a big fucking deal, Hansel." Gretel pushes his hands away with a huff of irritation before applying pressure to the wound. It hurts, but she's not about to die.

That last part catches her attention, and she gives her brother the flattest of looks. "Yeah, I'd like to see you fucking try."

[fuckinguseless]

That sounds like a challenge to him. Gretel can throw him on the ground most of the time, if he's honest, but today isn't looking like a good day for her. Hansel takes flagrant advantage of this when he grabs her and - carefully - throws her to the ground.

There's not actually anything to tie her down with, and maybe he didn't think this one all the way through, but whatever. His hands pin her wrists, although he makes sure not to disturb her wound. "Now will you let me look?"

[effbombs]

Gretel is definitely off her game at the moment. There's a throbbing pain in her side - not fatal, but it's definitely going to put her down for a day or two. So when her brother decides today's the day he thinks he can manhandle her, well he's right.

She huffs irritably when her back hits the ground, and despite the pain, she bucks up against him. Hell fucking no. "What the fuck are you going to look with if you have both of your hands pinning me down?"

[fuckinguseless]

He just holds her tighter down when she bucks up, not even a little bit fazed. "I'm hoping that my idiot sister will remember she has a fucking brain in her head, and not run off like a child when I let her go. Or do you want this to fester?"

[effbombs]

"Fucking hell, Hansel. Fine." She's definitely acting like a child, but it really doesn't seem like a big deal to her, not enough to warrant this kind of damn harassment. In her struggle, though, the bleeding's gotten a bit worse, definitely staining the front of her shirt.

[fuckinguseless]

He just eyes her for a moment, gaze holding hers. "Promise?"

[effbombs]

Is he serious right now? She doesn't even resist rolling her eyes at him. "Cross my heart."

[fuckinguseless]

The look he gives her back is scathing, because it's not like she's given him much reason to believe she'll stay put. "I'm holding you to that."

Slowly, he lets her go, sitting up so he's straddling her waist. Her blood has seeped through, ruined his shirt as well as hers, but he's not too concerned about that. His fingers reach for her laces, undoing them with a certain efficiency.

[effbombs]

Gretel remains still, making a face as he straddles her. Seriously, Hansel, she is not some delicate little flower that needs a tender hand. Still, she waits, staring up at the ceiling.

"A chair would have worked just as fine, too," she mutters as her shirt comes undone. This is really unnecessary.

[fuckinguseless]

"I was going to try that if you didn't agree to this." He means hit her with a chair to knock her out. She gets a small, tight smile as he peels her wet shirt away from the wound. It's an ugly thing, and he feels an entirely rational surge of rage at the sight of it.

"You shouldn't have done this," he mutters, reaching over her for a nearby waterskin. They'd scooped up as much of the healing waters as they could effectively carry before leaving that shithole of a town, and he doesn't hesitate in making use of it now.

[effbombs]

"Nothing about what you just said makes any sense." But now she's glaring at him, because whatever he means by "that" and the mention of a chair is probably not good. She shifts a bit, kneeing him in the back. Don't be a dick, Hansel.

There's a slight hiss from her as he peels away her shirt, the fabric sticking to the wound. "I don't care, I wanted to." Another hiss from her as she grits her teeth. "Someone has to make sure you don't get hurt all the time, and I don't see any white witches around here."

Because she's definitely not one, nope.

[fuckinguseless]

He scowls at her when she knees him, but his touch remains gentle as he acquires a rag and pours some of the water onto it. He dabs at the wound, cleaning away the blood with the care of someone who's done this a thousand times before.

"I can take it. I don't need my much smaller sister throwing me out of the way."

[effbombs]

"I can take a beating as good as anyone else, thanks," Gretel tells him with a scowl. She doesn't need to be babied here, and if she wants to throw her brother out of the way, she damn well is going to.

She still has to admit, though, that it's maybe a little nice to be taken care of, as much as she protested against it. Better to get it over with now than when it's bad, and better her brother than the kid.

[fuckinguseless]

The wound starts to knit shut before his eyes, and something in the way he holds his shoulders relaxes. It leaves a scar behind - they can't waste the stuff, after all - but she's healed, and that's the main thing.

He runs his fingers over the mark, lightly. "Definitely an idiot."

[effbombs]

Her mouth twists somewhat, but it's less harsh now as she glances at him. She notices the way he relaxes, and it has a calming effect on her, too. Not because she was worried about herself, just the way he was worried about her. It gets to her.

"Must run in the fucking family, then."

She ignores the shiver that runs through her body at his touch. Look, it's sensitive.

[fuckinguseless]

"Can't disagree with that." He thinks of their parents. Their father, who married a witch. Their mother, who wouldn't fucking protect herself. Seems like they do come from a line of stupid, all things considered.

She shivers, and he frowns. "Cold?" Not that he's moving to cover her up. She has other cuts and scrapes, not so bad as the healed gash, but bad enough. He folds the rag over and runs it over them, watching the skin knit together and fade to pale purple.

[effbombs]

There are things Gretel could say right now, but they seem slightly inappropriate. "The water's cold. What the fuck are you even doing? I'm good." She squirms under him now. He wanted her to stay fucking still for the big one, but this is just getting a tad bit ridiculous.

She doesn't really like being on her back.

[fuckinguseless]

"The water's cold? You're cut half to pieces, and you're complaining about the fucking healing water? What the fuck's wrong with you?" The urge to keep touching her stirs in his gut, travels down to his fingers, but he grits his teeth and tosses the rag aside.

"Fine. But if you start to rot, you can be damn sure I'm not fucking looking after you."

That's a lie.

[effbombs]

"What's wrong with me? You got me half exposed and on the floor while you're rubbing cold fucking water into my skin. Of course I'm going to complain." Because that's better than saying, hey by the way, the way you're touching me feels pretty damn good right about now.

She's rolling her eyes again. "If it's that important to you, just do it. I'll lie here, and you can nurse me back to health."

[fuckinguseless]

You've got me half exposed and on the floor...

It brings up an image that's a little different to the one she's displaying right now, and something spasms across his face. Irritation. Definitely irritation.

He should just say fuck it and leave her to it, but he doesn't. It's probably a sick urge, but whatever. No one is ever going to accuse the two of them of being normal. He reaches back over to grab the rag again. 'Like you wouldn't do the same fucking thing."

[effbombs]

She watches him carefully, an eyebrow arching at the look that crosses his face. Whatever, he is just as immature as she is, and she's not even going to bother herself with trying to figure him out. Except maybe there's a part of her that's worried about him.

"I didn't say I wouldn't." Gretel's not much of a caregiver, but for her brother - for their mismatched family - she'd do it. She folds her arms behind her head, propping it up as she keeps her eyes on him. "I'm always going to take care of you. Why else are we in this position?"

[fuckinguseless]

He snorts, working his way up her torso. It requires more laces being undone, more skin revealed. She's so fucking pale, it's obscene. "Because we're a family of idiots, didn't we decide?"

The rag moves over the curve of her ribs, higher, cleaning her up and wiping away the cuts and scraps as he goes. He can feel his mouth going try, which is also stupid, because he's done this a thousand times before and--

Had about the same reaction. Sisters aren't supposed to be so damned attractive.

[effbombs]

If anyone walked in on them right now, it would probably end up fucking awkward as shit. But, regardless of the fact that this is her brother, Gretel's beyond the point of caring. They've been together for so long, that it really doesn't even matter to her. All they have had, before the kid, before Edward, was just each other.

Her lips purse as she ignores the way his hands feel as they - and the rag, she supposes - move over her skin, a soothing relief spreading through her as the water does what it does best.

"We're a family that watches out for each other."