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Cold + Outside
Summary: A vacation in the middle of nowhere during Winter turns out to not be as great as the team thought itâd be and now theyâre stuck outside trying to stay warm. (Also available on AO3)
Pairings: Wilt Bozer & Jack Dalton & Riley Davis & Angus MacGyver
Part of the Whump Advent Calender 2020 series Prompt: Locked Outside Overnight / Cuddling For Warmth
Warnings: n/a
Notable tags: fluff, huddling for warmth, platonic cuddling
It was one of those few times everyone was given some time off at the same time. Probably because theyâd all nearly died during that last op and Matty was feeling guilty about it. So she suggested one of the few not-used-and-will-probably-never-get-used Phoenix safehouses to spend that time off and the team agreed to the change in scenery.
That specific safehouse was a cabin in the middle of an area of wilderness that seemed to be constantly plagued by snowstorms. Three bed, two bath, a kitchen that was connected to the den, a shed out back used mostly to store wood and a little fire pit off to the side. It sounded quite charming. The drive over was spent with the boys arguing about whoâd be sharing a bed while Riley played on her phone, knowing that sheâd get a room all to herself.
Though none of that mattered, seeing as the cabin was burnt to a crisp.
Of course, the plan then wouldâve been to hop back in Macâs Jeep and head back to civilization. But it was almost out of gas and would likely leave them stranded on the side of the road.
âWe donât need to stop for gas, hoss. Matty said thereâd be extra canisters of gasoline at the cabin. We'll be fine,â Mac started in a mocking imitation of Jackâs drawl.
âHow the hell was I supposed to know that itâd all be used to burn the damn place to the ground?â
âIâm not saying you knew this would happen. Iâm saying you shouldâve listened to me when I said we should stop for gas!â
âHey, guys. How about we shut up and actually figure out what weâre gonna do, huh?â Riley interrupted.
Mac and Jack gave each other the stare down and Mac seemed to lose their staring contest as he sighed, âSorry. Iâm cold and Iâm pissed but thatâs no reason to take it out on you.â
Jack pulled Mac in for a side hug and ruffled the blondâs hair as best he could with the beanie on the Macâs head, âSâalright, bud. I know you didnât mean nothinâ by it. Why donât you get a fire goinâ while I go and call Matty?â
Jack turned back to the Jeep and Mac walked toward the firepit, âSounds like a plan.â
Riley turned to Bozer, âDo they ever, like, really fight?â
Bozer shrugged, âOnce in a blue moon.â
They made their way over to Mac, helping out when he asked them to get some wood from the shed. Jack came over eventually too, just as Mac had started to get a spark.
âSo, good news, bad news,â Jack started.
âWhatâs the good news?â Bozer asked, rubbing his arms in a poor attempt to get warm.
âWell, good news is Macâs got a fire goinâ for us,â Jack gestured to the small fire, âBad news is that we got a couple hours before Matty can send someone out here.â
Everyone groaned.
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Mac had managed to turn their small campfire into a bonfire. Very easy to do when thereâs no need to worry about the cabin catching fire (plus they were using part of the cabin itself to light it).
The team thought it best to dig out all their extra clothing and put it on as well as wrap themselves in the individual blankets that they brought. After settling around the fire, the young people of the group thought it best to crowd around Jack. He provided almost as much warmth as the fire in front of them. Though all of that wasnât enough for Bozer since heâd made his way, uninvited, to sit between Jackâs legs, back to chest. Jack didnât seem to mind and just wrapped his arms around him.
They spend their time having casual conversation through their chattering teeth and scarves that cover half their face. At some point Riley decided enough was enough, âAlright, Bozer, youâve had your turn, I want mine.â
âBut itâs so cozy,â Bozer said stubbornly.
âHey, come on now, Boze. We gotta share,â Jack admonished, unwrapping his arms from the oldest kid.
âFine,â Bozer removed himself from Jackâs bubble and Riley took his place almost immediately.
âI donât know why you guys were arguing about sharing beds. If I were you Iâdâve been arguing to have my own personal heater like Jack with me,â Riley said as she snuggled into Jackâs embrace.
âHe snores,â Mac and Bozer said simultaneously. Riley nodded in understanding.
âHey!â Jack sputtered, âIâm not that bad!â
âYou are,â everyone said in response.
The conversation continued with Jack complaining here and there at how disrespectful his kids were. At some point, Riley turned to Mac and asked if he wanted a turn. Mac, never one to ask or openly want any kind of physical touch, said no. At that, Jack nudged Riley out of his arms and grabbed Mac by the clothing on his shoulders and forced the youngest closer to him. Mac protested but didnât put up much of a fight.
Once Mac had gotten comfortable and Jack had wrapped him in arms, Jack said something that caught the young man off guard.
âIâm really proud of you, Mac.â
Mac leaned his head back on Jackâs shoulder to look him in the eye, âYouâŚare? Why? Whatâd I do?â
Jack looked into Macâs eyes, a soft look in his own to match the smile on his face. He brought up a hand and gently rested it on the back of Macâs head.
âFor wearing a beanie like a normal person would.â
Riley snorted as Mac placed his open palm on Jackâs face and roughly pushed it away as he stood up to get away from his partner, Bozer cackling all the while. Mac made his way to the other side of the bonfire, back to the driveway of the safehouse, and crossed his arms in a way that could only be described as a pout.
The team continued their laughter before it came to a stop, everyone getting to their feet and Jack pulling his gun from where he tucked in the back of his pants. Mac, confused at the sudden change in atmosphere, turned around to see a car that had driven up behind his Jeep. Jack moved in front of him, gun at the ready for whoever had decided to intrude.
The man who came out of the car did so with his hands up, seemingly unfazed by the gun being pointed at him. âDirector Webber sent me. I brought gas for your car,â heâd said and Jack looked to his kids before turning back to the man and lowering his gun (he wasnât going to put it away, of course).
The man made his way to the back of his car, Jack following with Mac right behind him. The man opened the trunk of his car, Jack watching him the whole time and handed the gas cans to the two agents. âThis should be enough to fill your tank. The Director said to head into the nearest town. She booked you all hotel rooms.â
The man got back into his car and left almost as quick as he arrived. The team watched him leave and, after filling the tank, hopped into the Jeep and left the sorry excuse for a cabin in the wind.
On the way to civilized society, Jackâs phone rang and he answered unsurprised to hear their boss. âHey, Matty. Thanks for getting us outta that jam.â The rest of the team followed up that statement with thanks of their own.
âNo problem, guys,â The smile was evident in Mattyâs tone, âJust wanted to apologize for sending you off in the middle of nowhere without any kind of shelter. Sorry.â
âHey, itâs no sweat, Matty. We had fun! Kinda,â Bozer said from the back seat.
âOh, so I should send you out for wilderness survival more often?â Matty laughed at the chorus of ânoââs that followed. âWell, you all get yourselves warmed up and well-rested. Oh and before I go, the hotel rooms I got for you only had two rooms, one with two queens and one with a king. Bye!â Matty hung up as the boys groaned. Riley smiled from her spot in the back.
#chai writes#1k words#macgyver 2016#gen#team improv#angus macgyver#jack dalton#riley davis#wilt bozer#fluff#huddling for warmth#platonic cuddling#wac2020
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đWHUMP ADVENT CALENDARđ
Sooo, itâs finally time! Now, the little picture thingy above might look confusing at first, but donât worry, Iâll explain all the prompts right here.
 Also, since there were people who wanted the prompts to be shown early, but also people who wanted them to be a surprise, I decided to compromise - I will add a little something to each prompt when the time comes :D It will be something similar to what Iâm going to add to the alternate prompts, which will hopefully be posted later today. đ
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1 â Baby itâs cold outside
(1st â 3rd December)
Hypothermia đ Locked outside overnight đ Cuddling for warmth
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2 â Kiss by candle light
(4th â 6th December)
Candles đ Burns (either because of the flame or the hot wax) đ Fear of fire
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3 â All the lights and decorations put up in anticipation
(7th â 9th December)
Christmas decorations đ Using them to tie someone up / for torture đ Putting them up together
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4 â Break the ice
(10th â 12th December)
Ice and cold water đ Falling through ice đ Ice skating
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5 â Isnât it a little early for this?
(13th - 15th December)
Fireworks đ Explosion đ Working with pyrotechnics gone wrong
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 6 â The smell of gingerbread and vanilla
(16th - 18th December)
âI made this for you but Iâm not sure itâs edible.â đ Poisoned đ Baking
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 7- Nightmare before Christmas
(19th - 21st December)
Nightmares and night terrors đ PTSD đ âItâs okay, it was just a dream..â
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 8 â Christmas Day
(22nd - 24th December)
Christmas celebrations  đ Spending the holidays in captivity đ With found family
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đ Sick during the holidays đ
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đ Presents đ
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Please @ this blog in every post you make for this event, putting #wac2020 in the tags is fine too but this seems more reliable đ
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Fish
For @whump-advent-calendarâs day 4-6, Burn/Candles
CW: Referenced medical whump and dehumanization, light burn (accidental), captivity, muzzling, drugging reference, reluctant whumper turned caretaker
Introduction | Siren Song | Cries | Here | Not Sure | Draw Blood | Fish | Signs
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BAHRAMâS NOTES NOTE TO SELF - SAVE IN EXTERNAL HARD DRIVE. DO NOT LET DR. L SEE.
October 22nd, 20XX 3:45 am Mer in Residence: 19 Days
Itâs time to admit Iâm more or less keeping a diary at this point as I get to understanding him. So far Iâve written separate notes to myself⌠for ten or so straight days of the nineteen weâve had him here, and itâs getting harder to write the official transcriptions the way Dr. L wants me to.
Dr. Lachlan insists I call the mer âitâ, that itâs to help me distance myself emotionally since itâs such a good mimic of humanity, but I donât think itâs a damn mimic, I think itâs just⌠human.
I mean, obviously itâs not HUMAN, but⌠Miah spelled it out for me, we had an argument about this when he first got here. She gets so angry that heâs getting hurt and you know, I guess I believed Dr. L - mer arenât my specialty field, Iâm a snake man really, I donât know the first bloody thing about fucking cetaceans.Â
Anyway, I said to her at the time, âItâs not human.â
She told me, âMaybe not H-U-M-A-N, but P-E-R-S-O-N,â just like jabbing me in the chest afterward. Also, Miah can fingerspell in a way that really makes you feel like a six year old getting yelled at by your mother, for the record. I canât describe it any other way. I was ready to just melt away from personal embarrassment before she even finished signing âperson.â
Thatâs not the point of this.Â
I didnât start a diary just to tell myself how right Miah is about all of this, but hey, here we are.
I need some days off so badly.
Miah wasnât around today, itâs really just been me and the mer - Iâm off for four days coming up here, after 20 days of work, and sheâs going to come in and do 24-hour watch until Iâm back. Itâs not so bad - I donât really know anyone here, and the bedâs comfortable enough. Dr. Lâs paying rent on my apartment so I wonât lose it while Iâm working, anyway.
I still feel like some low-level henchman, though. Like any moment some asshole in a tank top is going to show up with guns and Iâll just be a faceless evil stepping stone before the boss fight with Dr. L.Â
I mean, we all know that Dr. Lâs going to be the boss fight, right? Anders would just like lay down or throw Miah in front of himself or something.
No, thatâs not fair, he really does love her.
Bahram this is all hypotheticals about a video game. Get back on track, man.
So Miah must have gone shopping or something. She came back with a bag full of these candles from this bookstore she really likes. I mean she came back with an insane amount of books, too, but she had this candle she pulled out and put down on my desk.
She set down the candle - itâs this really nice deep blue and has some kind of like ocean scene painted on the label, like, isnât that thematic - and smiled at me. âThis one reminded me of what weâre doing,â She told me, and her signs were⌠softer. Her expressions were softer alongside them.
Does that mean⌠anything? I donât know. She just put it on my desk and then wandered off. I thanked her but I had to take her shoulder and get her to look at me, first. Maybe her face was a little red.
Maybe not.Â
We keep the tank room pretty warm, Iâm sort of cold-natured and the mer seems more active when we keep the lights really warm, soâŚÂ
I donât get why she bought me a candle and why she looked away before I could thank her for it. I donât get it, and I feel like I should, but I donât. Is she not looking because it wasnât a big deal, or because it was a big deal, or⌠what?
I really WOULD sink into the floor if Dr. L or Miah ever saw that I wrote this. Get it together, Bahram. You are not writing a diary about Miah fucking Kirsse.Â
Itâs been just me and the mer, all day. Dr. L was gone, too, meeting with whoeverâs funding this whole thing. Sheâll be gone until next week, so thereâs no real work getting done, for now. Just blood draws.
Sheâs showing them its claws she took off. I donât know why. Honestly, I have such a bad feeling about this, but I needed the cash and nowhere else was hiring for a job that would give me room and board and still time to work on my own research. Not that Iâve done a bit of THATÂ in a week.
I get too distracted by the mer.
He swims in circles. He stares at nothing, or pokes the plastic coral and ferns we got him, or hides in his cave. I can switch the screens over to watch the camera feed from inside the cave, but he doesnât do much in there, either. I caught him picking at his scales, and I need to ask Dr. L about that. She took three scales off his tail, which for the record I had nothing to do with (whose record? Iâm writing this to myself, and what the fuck does it matter about scales when Iâm the one sticking the damn needle in his elbow twice a week), and I caught him sort of whistling sadly and picking at the empty spaces.Â
Theyâll grow back, Dr. L says. Sheâs not worried.
I am.
A little.
Iâm starting to think Dr. L is lying about a lot of things, and Iâm not sure what to do about that. If anything. This is a job, and I get paid better than Iâve ever been paid in my life. So⌠what do I do?
I could call the hotline and report him. Itâs anonymous.Â
Sheâd know I did it.
I donât know why, but⌠I donât want her to know it was me. Cowardice, I guess. Pure bloody cowardice.
But Miah hasnât emailed the hotline, either. We canât both be cowards, right?
Anyway.
Tonight was tank cleaning, which is a bloody fucking chore. Anders was around long enough to help me get the mer tranqâd and into the lift and then the rolling tank where he can just sit until I get my work done. Poor thing just lolls around when heâs tranqâd up. Barely blinks.Â
Doesnât stop its fucking crying, though.
We took a lot of blood from him today, too, so he was very weak. Barely moved, just curled himself up small so he was totally in the water and watched me work after Anders left. Weâve got a scrubber machine that does the hard work, I just have to hose some things down and then make sure its filter is still operating correctly. Watch the scrubber. Whole process takes about three hours from start to tank totally refilled, as long as I do it weekly. Itâll take much longer if I let it slide.
Double-checked the camera in the cave, and when I walked out of it I saw the merâs head was up, watching everything I was doing. He dropped right back down under the water when he saw me looking at him. The muzzle looks so monstrous on him, but more than that, it makes him look like a monster.
Maybe Dr. L doesnât muzzle him to keep us safe, but to keep me from seeing his expressions while Iâm here with him all day.
No, thatâs stupid. She doesnât even think heâs sentient, right?
I finished up, and when I came to roll him back to the lift, I saw heâd popped his head up out of the rolling tank and was looking around the room itself. He hasnât really looked around at all before this, and he was still tranqâd but maybe I fucked up the dosage? Because he was pretty alert, kind of whistling to himself and giving little chirps and clicks. He sounds like some weird mix of killer whale and fucking otters or something. When he saw me, he flinched back down under the water, but I had this idea.
Dr. L took his claws, and heâs still muzzled except when heâs on the table or when he eats, so like, itâs not like he can hurt me, right?
His eyes had gone to my desk, looking at⌠I guess all my books and papers and my laptop and everything. Maybe the candle. I waved my hand around until I saw that he was watching me again. With those big eyes itâs hard to tell exactly what heâs looking at, but when I clapped my hands he blinked at me, so I know he can hear it, can see me.
Then - and I swear Iâm not lying - he moved himself up out of the water, and put his palms together. His earfins twitched out and back against his scalp, and his white hair dripped water all down his shoulders.Â
He cocked his head at me. Then he put his hands together, harder this time. He clapped, and then⌠he clicked.
I KNEW it. I KNEW clicks were questions. Dr. L said their brains donât work that way, but I bet they do. Whoâs even considered how their brains work? Maybe theyâre just like us. All the studying Iâve been doing shows that the scans weâve done of dead ones are pretty similar in overall size and placement of their center of language. Theyâve shown that mer populations have their own dialects if they donât interact with each other, like the Atlantic transients sound totally different than the Pacific transients, which sound different than the residents that stick close to the coastlines up by Alaska...
Making my own head hurt. I donât even care about fucking mammals, but I guess I do now.Â
âThatâs right,â I said when he clapped, not like he can understand but still. I said it, and I clapped again, and he clapped back. âCan you give me your head? Iâll take your muzzle off, yeah? If you donât bite.â
Dumbest fucking idea ever, but hey.Â
I think maybe he knows the word muzzle, because he whistled and shrunk down again, lowering his hands. His ear flaps flattened again. I saw the deep red marks around his neck, from how we have to use the catch-pole to get him out, and I just. I just felt like shit, you know?
Iâm shit, thatâs what I am, weâre torturing a child, more or less, who hasnât done a thing to anyone but be by himself because he lost his bloody fucking family. I canât keep telling myself Iâm not the bad guy, you know?Â
Iâm going to jail if I report him, arenât I? I helped bring him in, after all. Thereâs my whole career down the drain.
Is this how it felt when everyone was being shit to monkeys in the 70â˛s and calling it psychology? Did some of them just go along with it because they thought they had to?
This is not helpful, Bahram.
I sat down at my desk and tried to figure it out. His eyes were on me the whole time. I looked over at Miahâs candle, and looked at the label. Like I said, ocean scene. Fronds and ferns andâŚ
I turned the label to face the mer, and tapped on the image with my finger. âFish,â I said, feeling dumb as hell. I told myself, itâs a bloody animal, Dr. L would roll around laughing at you for this.
But he came back up out of the water. There was a long moment, and I heard him click, and then a soft, âSssshhhhhh,â sound came from behind his muzzle. They have lips like ours, although their way of communicating is basically whalesong and relies heavily on underwater acoustics. Heâs louder in the tank than out of it, although I guess fear might make him quiet, too.
The recordings I found on youtube they get in the ocean are deafening loud. Their voices travel so well underwater, itâs amazing. People sell fucking CDs with mersong over piano to fall asleep to.Â
I poked at the ocean scene on the label again. âFish,â I said firmly. âDo you want fish?â
He knows fish.Â
I KNOW he knows fish because he sat up, held out his right arm, and tapped his elbow with a blunt-edged, broken-off claw before he looked back at me, trembling with fear. He clicked again, twice.
I canât even tell you how shit I feel, realizing he was asking if I was going to take his blood first. Thatâs what he meant, it has to be. He poked at the exact spot where heâs bruised up from the needle.Â
But it makes sense, right?Â
Heâs been here twenty days, more or less. Every couple of days, when heâs hungry enough, we bribe him with fish to get the pole on him, take blood or whatever else, and then he eats.Â
No, WE donât take his blood. I take his blood.
He thinks - and heâs fucking thinking, I know he is - that he only eats if we stick a needle in him.
Iâm hurting a child.
Iâm teaching a child to be hurt.
Iâm not religious but this feels like the sort of thing you ask for forgiveness for, doesnât it? I should call Maman and ask her who I could talk to. Iâm going to call Maman or Baba tomorrow.
No Iâm not.
What would I tell them I need to speak to someone about?
What if whoever I speak to calls and reports him, and Dr. L knows it was because of me?
I need to stop thinking about this.Â
âNo, NOT draw blood,â I said, and he whimpered again, held out his arm further, closer to me, tapped his elbow again. I knew he could still hurt me - their strength is prodigious, the first time we got him out of the tank he nearly pulled Dr. L down into the water with him - but I decided it was worth the risk.Â
I kept thinking, heâs more scared of me than I am of him, but you know, of course he is. Heâs the one with bruises.
I stretched my own arm out and showed it to him. He flinched back a little, and then leaned forward again, sitting in the little rolling tank thatâs barely big enough to hold him. His blunt claws touched my arm, delicate as a feather, clicking as he poked at the sleeve of my sweater.Â
âNo draw blood,â I said. âJust fish. Eat.â I mimed chewing.
He looked at me and clicked twice, cocking his head, then looked at my candle from Miah, pointing at the ocean scene. âFfff-sshhhh,â he said, muffled.Â
âNo, thatâs a candle, it just has fish painted on it. Candle. Fire. Yes?â
Blank stare.Â
Then, repeated, âFfff-sssshhh.â
I sighed and pulled out my little lighter. I donât smoke or anything, but I hate the way matches smell, so I have a lighter on me basically all the time. Plus, having lighters was a pretty good way to make friends back in undergrad when I gave a fuck about that.Â
I flicked on the lighter, and the mer chirped, curiously.Â
Has it never seen fire before?
Why would it, it lives in the ocean. Donât be a dumbshit, Bahram.
âFire,â I said, and held it out a little for a closer look. âFire.â I tilted it and lit the candle, and the mer leaned forward, rapt, as the wick sparked up to flame and I blew the smaller flame on the lighter out.Â
âFFfffff,â The mer said, barely audible. It clicked and held out its hand, and I wasnât fast enough.
âNo, wait stop-â
The merâs fingertips touched the flame and it let out a deafening loud cry of pain and jerked its hand back down into the water, whimpering at the new kind of hurt, looking at me like it was MY fault, and maybe it was. Eyebrows furrowed, little crease in its forehead, big sad eyes.Â
The big sad eyes are wrecking me.
âWell, donât touch fire and you wonât burn,â I said, shaking my head. âNo touch fire. Fire bad. Fire burn.â
He held out his hand to show me. âFfff-rrrrr.â It was a plaintive little breath of air, not quite a real sound.Â
The ends of two fingers were a little dark, thatâs all. I could explain that by saying heâd hurt himself in the tank, maybe. I shook my head and pointed at the water, and it put its hand back in there, huffing a little breath of relief, I think. The water probably helped with the sting.Â
âRight. Fire bad. No fire.â
âFfff-rrr... buh-ddd.âÂ
âRight. Fire bad.â I stood up and walked over behind him, and he tried to turn and watch me but I shook my head and pointed back at the candle and he sort of huffed again and looked away. I felt him tense when my fingers touched the back of his head, but he sat still.
Probably because if he struggles when she goes to take the muzzle off or gets her fingers near his mouth, Dr. L has this electricity stick thingâŚÂ
Iâm not supposed to mention that in the transcripts.
Iâm not supposed to mention how he screams, and he doesnât sound like a whale or an otter, then. He doesnât sound like an animal.
He sounds like a child.
He IS a child
Heâs just
Iâm a fucking
No. I need to focus. This is stuff I canât tell Dr. L, I need to write it down here where itâs safe.
The muzzle is easy to get off, you just need to be looking right at it, and I unbuckled and pulled it free, feeling a little resistance from how well it stuck to his face. Without it on, there are deep red lines along his cheeks and jaw, not open or bleeding, just irritated.Â
He didn't grab at me, or bite. Just watched me with his big eyes as I laid it down on my desk. For a second we were both just quiet, looking at each other.Â
Then he pointed at the candle again. âFfff-sssshh.â
âNo,â I said. âCandle. Fire.â
The merâs eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head, echoing what I did earlier. His hair slapped around. His teeth look like sharkâs teeth up close, only thereâs a lot less of them. âNnnn-nnnuh,â He tried, shaking his head again.â Nnn-uh. Ffff-sssshhh.â Then he pointed at his mouth, opening wide, showing me the tongue behind his teeth. âFffff-sssshhh. Ffff-ssshhh.â
I laughed, covering my mouth - he seems to be scared when we show too much teeth, probably in the ocean itâs a threat and they donât smile like we do. Which, why would they?Â
But, see, I realized that he wasnât pointing at the candle at all, but at the fish painted on it. Then he moved to look at the bucket of fish he gets as a reward for obedience, and pointed at that, then looked back at me to see if I was paying attention.
Of course I was. I was barely fucking breathing. This is signs of abstract thought process, recognizing that the image of a thing isnât the thing itself. That he can point at it to represent what he wants. âYou want fish? Is that it? Youâre hungry? Want to eat some fish?â
The mer blinked and made a sound like a chirp, clapped his hands together. âRrrrr. Fff-sssshhh.â He pointed at his mouth again. âFfff-ssshhh. Buh-rrrrmm. Ffffsshh.â
âWhat did you say?â I whispered. My heart went cold. I canât describe it any other way.
âBuh-rrrrmmmm. Ffff-sssshh, Buh-rrrmm.â
The bloody thing knows my fucking name.Â
He knows we have names and he knows mine and that means-... that means he has one, doesnât it? If he has a name, if he has
Iâm his fucking nightmare arenât IÂ
Iâm the worst fucking thing that could happen to him, me and Miah and Dr. L and Anders and this is a job but itâs the worst thing thatâs happened to him and itâs only
Itâs going to get worse for him.
Heâs going to die here and heâll know all our names when he does.
Anyway, so... you know... I brought him a bucket of fish.
What else was I supposed to do?Â
He knows my name!
He let me put the muzzle on him again without fighting after he finished, and I got him back in the tank once the water was refreshed, and heâs sleeping off his meal now. I can see him on the feed, curled up inside the cave.
But Iâm wide awake, so I thought Iâd write this, becauseâŚ
Because what the hell do I do now?
I canât tell Miah.
Can I?
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One false step could lead to slipping and falling into the dark, freezing water. Though the lake is mostly covered in thick ice, there is no way to tell where there might be thinner, more fragile parts. Looking at the marks on the ice there might have been some ice skaters around during the day, but at night, the place seems to be abandoned. Which would also mean, that there is no one around to help, in case something happened. Was that the sound of ice cracking?
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Based on Chapter 11 of The Case of Kindall, K. (KK1) + additional details
I might draw a hurt/comfort part 2 (rescue) after this... â¨
Art/Comic for Prompt 6: The smell of gingerbread and vanilla ("I made this for you but I'm not sure it's edible" | Poisoned | Baking)
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#wac2020#prompt 6#the smell of gingerbread and vanilla#poisoned#baking#kindall k series#the case of kindall k#kk1#kyle#yuuki#art#whump art#hypothermia#drugged#near death experience#imprisonment#original work#comic#my art#still one of my favourite scenes
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Baby Itâs Cold Outside Inside
Fill for the @whump-advent-calendar! These are still sort-of chronological for the series, but donât follow on exactly from where Iâm posting with the rest, just other fun (for us, not for them xD) things I imagine happening. Think of them as random snapshots of their time in captivity ;)
Warnings:Â Hypothermia, cuddling for warmth (creepy style!), forced to strip, forced nudity, ice bath, waterboarding, begging, torture, hurt as punishment, defiant whumpee, conditioned whumpee, pet names, creepy whumper, lady whumper.
âStrip.â
The order is simple enough but it still makes Alexâs mental gears grind to a halt. He knew he wasnât going to get out of this lightly, but being cornered in the bathroom while Adria has a look of absolute glee on her face, is making his heart beat painfully hard.
âWhy? What are you gonna do?â
âMe? Darling boy Iâm not going to do anything, you made it quite clear how much you donât want my touch.â
Which is true. Heâs pulled away one too many times, hissed in pain and disgust, flinched, shrugged off her hands⌠he doesnât know how Jasper does it, just puts up with the scalding heat of her touch. He eyes the full bathtub, the water cool--no fire beneath to warm it like there usually is. He gulps. He could try to fight this, shove and push and run, but thereâs not really anywhere to go and as soon as she catches him it will be worse. Heâll just make it worse. Slowly he lifts the hem of his jumper and pulls his t-shirt off with it.
So far heâs kept a little of his dignity here, some small amount of privacy. Heâs changed in the bathroom, and never been naked. Theyâve seen his skin injured and bared, but theyâve never seen him stripped bare, not like this.
She watches him like heâs a treat to savour, and he waits to see if sheâll lick her lips like a cat, or bat him around like a mouse between her paws.
He covers himself once heâs naked, and her eyes alight, her smile widens. âIn you get.â
He glances at the full tub and grits his teeth. Steels himself. It canât be that bad, can it? He can do this. He climbs in, wincing at the cool wash of water over toes, ankles, calves, knees. Lowers down into it until he sits with his legs drawn up and his arms wrapped around them.
âNow what?â
She shrugs, cocks her head to the side. He listens too, hears the sound of Jasper tap-tap-tapping in the room next door. The cold room. Several feet lower down, thereâs a flight of steps down into the room. The tapping is an ice pick. Itâs Jasper chipping away buckets full of ice from the large behemoth blocks that keep the room cold.
Alex shivers just knowing whatâs coming.
Jasper comes huffing and puffing into the room, nose and cheeks red, but his body warmed by exertion. âAll of it?â he asks, accent thick with worry.
Adria kisses him on the cheek and gestures him passed her, where she stands guard in the doorway. âAll of it, pet.â
The ice hits the water in a haphazard series of clunks, clattering down and splashing Alex with the tepid, room temperature water that heâs already sitting in. The ice hits his toes, his shins, and it only takes a few seconds for the first bucketful to lower the temperature. His bare skin feels the shift and he cries out, moving instinctually to get up, get out, not thinking only reacting.
âDo. Not. Get. Out.â Adriaâs voice cuts through his clouded senses and he stops halfway out of the water.
Glaring, not willing to back down, he lowers back into the water. Three more buckets of ice follow.
Thereâs a hand on his head, fingers wrapped into his hair, and itâs holding him under. Ice in his lungs, freezing water squeezing every muscle, constricting his ribs and his stomach, and he canât draw breath and his eyes sting in the cold. He thrashes, weaker now than before, desperate for air and release and warmth and--
The hand hauls him up and he coughs, bitter cold acid in his throat and he chokes as his teeth chatter. Jasperâs hand loosens, pets shakely at the back of his head. Alex watches with wide eyes, as Jasper looks anywhere but at his face.
âThank you, pet, that will do.â
âYes Mistress.â
Jasper is all hollowed out, his eyes empty, and it makes Alex feel even more alone. Jasper just⌠goes away, and Alex doesnât know how he does it, but he becomes a vessel and tool for her hurt. He shivers harder, sending little ripples across the surface, as Jasper stands and leaves.
âH-how much longer?â Alex asks, between the clashing of his teeth.
âUntil you beg for my warmth and mean it.â Adria crosses her arms and leans against the door frame. Drinking in his suffering. Her red hair and creamy skin look so warm and inviting, but the look on her face is utterly devoid of anything human, any compassion.
Still, he opens his mouth to speak, willing to say the words right now if it gets him out of this. One swift raise of her hand stops him.
âNot until you mean it, or Iâll come over there and boil you alive.â Adria snaps her fingers, and he flinches.
He wonders if he lays very still if heâll notice the water level rise as the ice begins to melt. He wonât try getting up again, or lifting more of his body above the waterline. Being held under by Jasper over and over was enough to learn that lesson, the threat of her touch turning the ice water to searing steam is enough to make him wait it out, too.
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His skin has paled, and heâs mesmerized by his palms, so much lighter than usual. His jaw aches, deep into his skull and bringing on a headache the likes of which heâs never known, all from his teeth clattering. Jasper has reloaded the tub twice, and Alex canât even tell if heâs crying, or if his face is just wet from the rising water, and the way he keeps slipping below the surface.
He hears them talking about someone who will get them more ice, and they can use as much as it takes for him to submit, and he canât make sense of any of it--except for the idea that he has to do something to put an end to this.
His eyes skim around the room, landing on her face and skittering away again. She wonât let him die, will she? He groans, as more muscles seize and ache, his back arching against the pain. Then he flops back into water and another round of violent shivering. He bites his lip and listens to his own heartbeat thudding in his ears.
âPlease, it hurts. H-h-hurts, let-let me out.â he looks to her, cries out, and bites his own tongue as his body clenches. Metallic liquid floods his mouth and his hands fly out to the sides of the tub. His fingertips are ashen grey. âPlease, my queen, please.â
She waves one hand, âContinue.â
He can beg now? It's time? The words tumble from his mouth, asking for warmth, begging for touch, agreeing not to pull away again, to be--if not good, at least better. He hopes he isnât making promises he canât keep. He probably is, but heâs too far gone to care.
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Jasper helps him get dry, and into a pair of loose sweatpants, and Alex clings to his warmth. Heâs still shaking, and he flinches as Adria approaches. He hopes it doesnât look like more than a violent tremble.
She has a blanket and pulls him close, folds his arms over his chest and wraps the blanket tightly around him. He is pliant, even as his limbs ache and wonât loosen. The blanket pulls tightly around and around, wrapping between one arm and over the other until heâs swaddled so completely he can barely move his upper body.
âThere, now, would you like to sit with me by the fire?â
He nods, even as he tests the hold of the restriction.
âWords, Alex.â
âPlease⌠umm, please take me to the fire. I, I would like to sit with you, near you.â
She smiles, teeth glinting, and leads him to the main cavern where a fire is roaring in the pit and cushions are piled on the seating around it. It takes both Adria and Jasper to keep him on his shaking feet.
She pushes him to the ground, between her knees, and he folds up there caught in the hold of her swaddling--trapped in the room of her making, and the punishment of her choosing. She cards fingers through his damp hair, strokes the sides of his face. He aches, even as the warmth seeps into his bones.
She tells him itâs better when heâs good and he nods, even though he doesnât believe it. She tells him itâs easy to give in, and he watches Jasperâs face twitch, and then grow distant all over again.
And later, when she slips a burning hand below the folds of the blanket to touch the skin of his shoulder and his neck, she lets him turn his face into the soft swell of her thigh, and scream.
[Taglist:Â @lonesome--hunter, @whumpthisway, @slaintetowhump @untilthepainstarts @sneeze-queen @muddy-swamp-princess @i-contain-multitud-s @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]
#weight of earth series#wac2020#prompt 1#day 1#day 3#torture tw#ice bath#waterboarding#hurt as punishment#punished whumpee#captive whumpee#lady whumper#creepy whumper#intimate whumper#double the whumpees double the fun#forced nudity#forced to strip#creepy comfort#defiant whumpee#conditioned whumpee#pet names#whumpee and whumper#forced to beg#whump writing#OC whump
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Kefi: All Yours
CW: extremely creepy/questionable âcaretaker,â manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, referenced wing whump, conditioning, borderline dehumanization?, intimate whumper
@whump-advent-calendar - Cuddling for warmth <3
Universe belongs to @wildfaewhump <3
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âYouâre cold.â
It was a statement, not a question. Â Kefi glanced up at Ronin, then away. Â They had been huddled on the couch near the fire, not wanting to disturb Ronin in his study.
âAm..am fine.â Â They insisted quietly. Â âWings..feathers used to keep warm. Â Harder, now.â
The faeâs wings were folded close to their back, bandages winded around thin joints. Â There were feathers, left, but they were few and mangled and painful to try and groom. Â Kefi preferred to just keep them wrapped, so they couldnât see it. Â So they didnât have to think about it.
Ronin stood in the doorway of the small room, observing Kefi quietly. Â Curiously, almost. Â He closed the distance between them, sitting down on the couch opposite of them. Â He leaned back, smiling softly.
âCome on over here, there's no need for you to be all cold and sad like that.â
Kefi barely hesitated before moving over to Ronin, practically curling up in his lap. Â He smelled sharply clean, like mint. Â Kefi had grown to love the smell. Â They trilled quietly in contentment, burrowing deep into the warm embrace as a blanket was pulled over them, cuddling against Ronins chest for comfort.
Ronin wrapped his arms around the fae, hand running gently up the side of their neck. Â Kefi felt a flash of discomfort before brushing it off, relaxing back into the touch. Â This was ok.
Kefi dozed, warm against the arms wrapped around them, blanket draped heavily over them until only their face was visible. Â They were safe here, warm, wanted. Â All the things they couldnât be before.
âAll mine,â Â Ronin hummed, leaning close to Kefiâs ear. Â
All yours, Kefi thought to themself, and they barely knew the weight behind it.
#wac2020#comfort?#creepy caretaker#intimate whumper#conditioning#stockholme syndrome#dehumanization#questionable caretaker#manipulation#fae#this is ver short lol#apologies#I thought about making it longer but im ver busy this week lol
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Whump Advent Calendar 2020
Welp, it took me the the entire month and I have less than 1 hours left, but I did it!!! I wrote all 8 fics for WAC20! Woot!!
Now, instead of posting each and every one on here as I went, I was posting them on AO3 and waited for this moment to post my masterlist!
So here you go! (#. Theme - Title - Fandom)
Baby itâs cold outside - Like Ice - The Untamed
Kiss by candle light - Kissed by Flame - Joy of Life
All the lights and decorations put up in anticipation - Cat and Mouse - The K2
Break the ice - Rescue - Rurouni Kenshin
Isnât it a little early for this? - Ash and Snow - Detective L
The smell of gingerbread and vanilla - Betrayal - Mr. Sunshine
Nightmare before Christmas - Rude Awakenings - Mad Dog
Christmas Day - Thatâs What Friends are For - Stranger/Secret Forest
I have more detailed tags in each fic since I donât have enough space here on tumblr.
Thanks!
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#whump#my work#fanfiction#cdrama#kdrama#jdrama#the untamed#joy of life#the k2#rurouni kenshin#Detective L#Mr. Sunshine#Mad Dog#Stranger#Secret Forest#wac2020#Asian Dramas#links#AO3#masterlist#I did it!!
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2 - By Candle Light
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(4th â 6th December) Candles đ
1-3 December: Baby, Itâs Cold Outside
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The hunting cabin was the proverbial oasis in the middle of a very cold, very stormy, dark winter forest. Â And for the two fleeing agents, it couldnât have appeared at a better time. Â Currently, the only thing keeping Mac upright was Jack and even Jack was starting to stumble in exhaustion.
The inside of the cabin was small and compact, minimal furniture arranged in an open plan layout. Jack sat Mac down on the edge of a bed and went to see what supplies he could find. Â The cupboards were bare for food and nothing came out of the taps when he tried them. Â The generator refused to kick in but he managed to find a box of candles and matches and he brought them over to the bed. Â Mac had let himself tip over, head on the pillow but leaving his feet still on the floor. Â Jack would have been worried heâd passed out except he could see Mac lazily blinking at him in the glow of the flashlight.
âNo electricity, but I found candles.â Â Jack said, as he lit two, placing them on the bedside unit.
In the flickering light Mac looked even worse, giving him a ghostly pallor. Â The only colours on his face from the bruises on his jaw and cheekbone, highlighted by the warm flame.
âYou look like shit.â Â Jack told him flatly.
âYou donât exactly look pretty yourself.â Â Mac shot back, putting a hint of a smile on both of their faces. Â Jack took Macâs feet and deposited them onto the bed for him, before reaching for the zip of his jacket. Mac had taken some pretty serious hits, and those were just the ones that Jack had seen, he knew there was damage hidden under his clothes, he just wasnât sure how bad it was.
âLets peel some of these layers off, check you out properly.â
âWhy?â Â Mac asked, grabbing Jackâs hand with his own, stopping him.
âWhat do you mean why?â
âItâs not going to help, even if I am bleeding internally, thereâs nothing you can do about it out here. Â Iâm just gonna get cold and youâre just going to worry.â Â Mac said, his eyes exhausted and resigned.
Jack sighed, dropping his hands. Â Mac had a point, and hopefully, ex-fil would find them before it became an issue but he had to prepare in case they didnât. Â He had to ask, even if he wouldnât like the answer.
âAre you?â
âAm I what?â
âBleeding inside?â
Jack heard the answer in Macâs silence and the way his eyes slipped away from Jackâs. Â âIâll be okay,â Mac said instead. Â âJust give me a couple of hours to rest, let the storm pass and we can carry on hiking to higher ground, see if we can get that radio signal.â
âTheyâll be searching for us already.â Â Jack chimed in with his own positivity, âWho knows, they might have found us by then anyway.â
âHope so,â Â Mac whispered.
Jack rummaged around in a closet and found a couple of musty smelling blankets, he shook them out and then covered Mac. Â Lying down on the other side of the bed, he pulled the blankets over himself as well and shifted closer, curling up against Mac and adding his own body heat to Macâs cocoon. Â He didnât want to rest his arm across Macâs midriff so instead laid his arm over Macâs, his fingers finding Macâs wrist and holding on, feeling the thrum of Macâs pulse under his fingertips. Â Faster than it should be, but still relatively steady and strong.
âIâll be okay.â Mac whispered, on the verge of sleep.
âI know you will.â Jack answered. Â âThereâs no other option, you got that?â
âGot it.â
Jack had no intention of sleeping himself, afraid heâd sleep too long and through any alarm heâd set. Â Instead he laid there, keeping watch and counting heartbeats, only stopping when he heard the faint but familiar sound of a Phoenix ex-fil chopper.
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Christmas thing #6 - Memories
Not really the prompt (and I completely skipped one oops) but here you have your weekly dose of backstory đ
Part #0 Â Part #1 Â Part #2 Â Part #3 Â Part #4Â Part #5
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#wac2020#prompt 7#ptsd#kinda???#child abuse tw#well its only mentioned there but still#i really wouldnt like to upset someone#buuut sadly its a main plot point so i cant just#sweep it up under a carpet#because then one of the main characters wouldnt have a motivation blah blah no one cares anyway đ#art#whump comics#whump art#my ocs
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Fire + Work
Summary: Mac tries to light some fireworks. Bozer helps clean up the mess. (Also available on AO3)
Pairings: Wilt Bozer & Angus MacGyver
Part of the Whump Advent Calendar 2020 series Prompt: Fireworks / Explosions
Warnings: n/a
Notable tags: fluff, humor, first degree burns, aloe vera usage, best friend banter, caring Bozer, Mac whump
It was a suspiciously quiet night at the MacGyver-Bozer residence.
Mac was out on the deck working on something or another and Bozer was chilling inside, sitting in front of the island texting Leanna in the rare, pleasant silence. He laughed at her most recent text and started typing out something back only to be interrupted by a muffled explosion outside. Bozer looked to the deck and saw smoke and fire filling the windows. Quickly grabbing for the fire extinguisher on the kitchen counter, he ran out the back door and immediately ducked to the ground at the sound of another explosion.
âMac!â He yelled out, waving a hand in front of his face to try and see better through the smoke, âMac, you okay?!â
âYeah!â Mac called from the other side of the deck, âOh hey, watch out for the fireworks!â
âThanks for the heads up!â Bozer let out an unmanly screech as another firework went off, littering the wood floor in more sparks and flames. Lucky for them they were only loud enough to cause some ringing in the ears.
Boze looked up from his place on the steps leading out to the deck and examined the battlefield. The smoke seemed to originate from the doohickey Mac was working on over by the end of the railing leading into his room. The thingamajig was currently on fire and didnât look like it would stop anytime soon. It also didnât help that a box of fireworks, the same fireworks that were going off, was sitting near the flaming contraption. It was a wonder how they hadnât all gone off yet.
After looking around the deck a little more to determine the path of least resistance as well as find Macâs place in all this, Bozer had a plan. That plan involved jumping out from behind the small set of stairs, releasing a battle cry as he does so, and running straight to the burning doodad, pulling the cord from the extinguisher and yelling in panic the whole time he put out the flames. All in all, a good plan, apparently, seeing as it worked.
He doused the fireworks, just in case, and set about putting out some of the smaller sparks as he made his way to Mac. âHey man,â Bozer coughed, âyou good?â
Mac lay flat on his stomach, his head turned toward Bozer, âYeah, Iâm doing pretty great down here.â
Bozer looked to Mac and did a double take at the lack of a back to his shirt, âYou sure? Cause it looks like your wardrobe got hit pretty bad.â
âOh, you mean my shirt? Thatâs totally fine.â
âMac,â Bozer said pointedly. He placed the extinguisher on the deck and walked over to Mac, helping him up and leading him to his room while doing his best to not aggravate Macâs back.
âBoze, the deck--â
â--Can wait while I make sure you still have skin on your back.â
Mac sighed as Bozer helped him into his room and sat Mac down on his bed before turning on the lights.
âOkay,â Bozer started, clapping his hands together and rubbing them, âletâs see the damage.â
Bozer gently placed his hands on Macâs shoulders and turned him toward the light. The only thing that could be seen was pale skin covered in soot and ash. Bozer hummed.
âThink Iâll live?â
Bozer brought his hand up to scratch at his scruff, âI donât know, man. I canât see much of anything back here thanks to all this ash. Maybe I should call Jack down here, just in case.â
Mac reached for his phone that he left on his nightstand before Bozer could even think to grab it. âPlease donât do that. Itâs probably a first degree burn at worst.â
âHow would you know? You canât see it. I canât see it.â
âYeah but I can feel it and trust me when I say Iâve had worse, Boze.â
Bozer laughed, âWell, I guess if anybody would know about burns itâd be you.â
Mac laughed with him, âYeah, and I know that some aloe would probably work great right now.â
Bozer pondered for a moment, âAre you sure I shouldnât call someone who actually knows what they're doing? What if itâs a third-degree burn and you don't feel it âcause all your nerves got burned off?â
âBozer, Iâm fine. I promise. If you call Jack all heâll do is hover and worry and I know youâre already going to do that so no need to raise the old manâs blood pressure.â
âSo that means you get to raise my blood pressure?â Bozer scoffed in mock offense. âWhatever. I guess I know who your favorite is,â he fake sniffled and Mac rolled his eyes fondly.
Bozer dropped the act not a moment later and went to help Mac back up. âLook, how about we go clean you off and if it looks that bad, I call Jack. Deal?â
âDeal, now where are you taking me?â
âUh, the bathroom? Duh.â
They slowly made their way to the bathroom and Bozer deposited Mac on the edge of the tub. He walked to the sink and turned on the faucet, waiting for the water to warm up, as he grabbed the bottle of aloe vera lotion from its place under Macâs sink.
Deciding that the water was at the appropriate temp, Bozer nabbed a washcloth from the shelf above the toilet and soaked it. He scuttled toward the tub, trying and failing to not drip water all over the floor, before sitting down beside Mac. Bozer then rang out the cloth into the tub (âWhy didnât you do that at the sink?â âDon't question my methods.â) and began wiping down Macâs back.
Bozer whispered, âDamn, Mac, youâre covered in so much ash, Iâm surprised those fireworks didnât cremate you. Good thinking on my part for wanting to clean you up a little.â
Mac huffed a laugh, wincing slightly at the ministrations before Bozer handed him the mostly clean side of the washcloth.
âGot some on your face, too.â
Mac got to work wiping down his face, surprised at the black trace it was leaving on the cloth, as he heard the snap and splurt of Bozer readying the aloe. âYouâre looking good back here, man. Guess weâll save the old man from another potential heart attack.â
Mac winced again as the cool sensation hit his back and he found himself trying not to lean back into it rather quickly.
âInstant relief, huh?â Bozer questioned.
âOh, yeah,â Mac sighed.
They sat in silence a moment before Bozer asked, âSo what exactly wasâŚall that?â
âOh, uh, I was trying to make something that would automatically set off the fireworks. Yâknow, so we wouldnât have to keep getting up to light them.â
âWell, I think it works.â
âYeah, probably shouldâve made sure that it was in a state to be tested before I, you know, tested it.â
âUh, yeah, Mac. Probably shouldâve.â Mac smirked at Bozerâs sass.
Just as Mac felt he might fall asleep from Bozerâs almost massage, Bozer took his hands from Macâs back.
âAlright, think weâre done,â He said, getting up from the tub and heading to the sink to wash his hands.
âYou think? Did you not thoroughly slather me up?â Mac quipped, standing up and stretching out his shoulders.
âOh, I know I slathered you up, thank you. It doesnât get more slathered up than you do right now.â
Mac held his hands up in defense, âAlright, alright. Iâm slathered.â
Bozer then took the hand towel off its hoop to dry his hands and Mac tossed the blackened washcloth in the dirty hamper.
âSo,â Bozer started, wrapping the towel back on its hoop, âready to assess the damages?â
Mac sighed, âLead the way.â He held out a hand toward the bathroom door and Bozer gave him a determined nod.
They both walked in silence out toward Macâs room and onto the deck, both sighing dejectedly at the sight of what was left of said deck.
âI say we burn the rest of it down,â Bozer joked. âWould probably be cheaper to buy a new one.â
Mac sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, eyeing the scorch marks and burnt wood covered by the foam of the fire extinguisher. âYeah, probably. Sorry, Boze.â
âEh, it's cool. Iâm used to it.â Bozer gave Mac a grin and Mac couldnât help but give him one back. âAnd hey, it looks like some of the fireworks survived! Could still salvage them for new years! Theyâd just be a littleâŚfoamy.â
âYeah. Or maybe I could use the leftovers for an actual test at my automatic firework lighterâŚâ
âAngus Jackson MacGyver, donât you dare.â
#chai writes#1k words#macgyver#macgyver 2016#gen#mac and bozer#angus macgyver#wilt bozer#fluff#humor#first degree burns#aloe vera usage#best friend banter#caring wilt bozer#mac whump#wac2020
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Lights
I had this idea based on a random screenshot of someoneâs instagram story a while ago, and when the âhanging up decorationsâ prompt showed up on the @whump-advent-calendar of COURSE I was going to get to use that.
"Look, kiddo, it's not that I don't think this is gonna be cool. It's just that you are the most accident-prone person I know and I am not lettin' you climb on anything."Â
"The Rowan won't let me fall, John." Robin looks...frankly hilarious and adorable, he's got the strings of solar-charged mini lights draped around his neck and looks like those pictures Cody keeps sharing of dogs tangled up in holiday decorations.Â
"I'd just feel better if it was me climbing around up there."
John will admit to having his reservations about getting up in the branches of a tree that initially considered him a threat. But the Rowan seems perfectly comfortable with him now, so he's pretty sure he'll be just fine.Â
Still, it's quite a shock to get halfway up the ladder and feel branches twine themselves around his waist like some kind of sentient self-directed climbing harness. He swats at the first one without thinking, and the tree swats him back.Â
"Hey, stop that." John shakes his head. "I'm on a ladder."Â
The Rowan just reaches for him again, twisting branches through and around his belt. John sighs and keeps climbing.Â
He's careful to arrange the lights so the charging panels are facing up and toward the most direct sunlight the Rowan gets. He threads the strings of pinecone-shaped lights through the branches.Â
"Sorry, they were the most nature-y things we could find," He says when the Rowan runs a questioning leaf over the design. "I know you're not a pine tree."Â
The Rowan seems satisfied, and doesn't make any attempt to remove the light strings, which John was a little concerned might happen. He's sure Robin cleared it with the tree somehow before deciding on this plan, but he and the Rowan sometimes do have differing opinions. Like on how often bonfires on the deck are a good group activity. Occasional fire seems to be acceptable, but one time when they had three in a week the Rowan got a little testy.Â
Once he's done, he climbs back to the ladder and down. They'll have to wait to admire his handiwork until the sun goes down, but they do have the night off, and they're planning on spending it here. Thus the decorating.
"Oh cool." Robin is staring at the tree, and John realizes that the lights are in fact on.Â
He isn't sure how that happened until he sees the way the Rowan has covered up each of the light sensors with a tightly woven cluster of branches and leaves. "Yeah. This is definitely cool."Â
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Could we see rubatosis - the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat for Liam my baby đĽş
CW: Hypothermia, captivity, isolation, pet whump, breaking down, brief vague noncon references
@whump-advent-calendar I know Iâm a bit late but Day 1-3: Baby, Itâs Cold Outside
The bruises donât hurt nearly as much as his muscles do. Spasms run through Liam where he curls up in the corner, making his body as small as possible, his muscles lock and release, lock and release. Itâs a desperate attempt to create warmth where there is none, and Liam knows it, but his body doesnât. His body wonât give up.
They havenât brought him food in a while, he doesnât know how long. Hours. Days. Sometimes someone comes in with a glass of water and he threw the water at the wall at first, or at the guard, or anywhere.
Then they leave, and eventually Liam licks the water off the floor like a dog, too desperate for it to care any longer.
Now, when they bring the water, he drinks it.
It could be weeks, really. It doesnât matter - the light in the ceiling never changes and he canât even see where itâs coming from. Itâs just... there. There isnât any time here, thereâs only alone and not-alone. And not-alone only happens when the fucking guards here want him.
He bites and kicks and scratches but it never matters, in the end, and he canât fight as well as he used to any longer.Â
Itâs so fucking cold.
Liam bites at a torn bit of thumbnail, staring at the door as long as he can, groaning as his body shakes again, full-body shivers wracking him from head to toe. His thumb feels numb, his toes are so cold he canât feel those anymore either. Goosebumps raise on his bare arms and legs, then go, but the environment that caused them never shifts. He doesnât know what tells goosebumps to come or go. He swears he can see his breath in front of his face.
The room is so quiet he can hear his own heart.
It beats, steady and stubborn, or racing and skipping so fast he feels it in his throat, like his heart will find its way out of him and hop across the floor, trailing blood as it goes, leaving Liam to freeze while his heart moves on without him.
He lets out a hysterical laugh, almost a giggle, at the mental image. Or maybe heâs really seeing it. Maybe heâs hallucinating, maybe heâs already losing his fucking mind.Â
They tell him a nurse is on vacation and when she comes back, he goes on the Drip. He doesnât know what it is. They say after the Drip, everyoneâs a good boy.
Liamâs lip curls back from his teeth, cold air drying the saliva there almost instantly, and he snarls at the door that only opens from the other side. He knows theyâre watching him. Sometimes they stand on the other side of the door and laugh at him inside.
There are cameras waiting for him to break, to start begging from mercy from the cold. Heâll die first.
Wonât he?
His heart thumps, forcing blood through frozen limbs, making them ache when theyâre not numb. His muscles lock and relax, lock and relax.
They think heâll give up before he freezes to death. He wants them to be wrong.
God, heâs so fucking cold.Â
Liam sets his jaw, narrows his wide blue eyes, and pulls himself even more tightly together, pressing his hands against his stomach for warmth, up under the thin white t-shirt. His shock collar is a tangible weight, a constriction when he swallows. The heavy collar makes his neck feel warmer than everything else.
Is that on purpose, too?
Nothing here is an accident.
He listens to the sound of heels clicking on the floor outside his room and his heart, for a moment, goes still.
Her.
Liam hates the prison guards who hold him down, beat him with the black shock sticks, set off his collar. He hates their hands on his hair and body. He hates them and he claws and kicks and bites, weak as he is now with no food, only water to drink to keep him alive. He hates the guards, and he spits in their faces.
But her...
For her, Liam is silent.
He knows sheâs the one he really has to fear here.
The heels pause outside his door. She speaks, a low, cold, indifferent murmur, and Liam strains to hear her, but he canât understand her words over the thumping volume of his heart, the rush of his blood in his ears. His bodyâs stubborn need to survive is louder than the monsters outside.
Despite his fear and hate and hurt, Liam wonders, for just a moment, if they wonât take him out in the hall where itâs warmer, if a handler wonât lay a hand on his head or hold him.Â
Just for warmth.
Just for something that isnât being alone in the cold.
The heels start up again, and fade down the hall, the lower, rougher sound of the guardâs boots beside her. Was it Everly? The one who keeps calling himself Liamâs âhandlerâ?Â
What if-... what if he called out next time? Would they come in, then? Make him warm, however it happened, just let him be warm for a minute? He could... He can deal with it.Â
He can deal with it, if maybe theyâd give him a blanket, or some soup, or... something. Anything.
Anything but this.
Liam chokes off an angry sob, shaking his head, putting his hands up into his black curls and hiding his face behind his curled-up knees.
Muscles lock and release, lock and release. He shivers, compulsively, coughing against the cold.Â
He doesnât want them.
He doesnât want any of them.
But heâs so fucking hungry, and itâs fucking freezing in here, and he wants something other than his own heartbeat for company.
He wants...
He wants the guard to come back and show him how to be warm.
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Itâs dark outside and snow is falling softly from the sky. Various types of lights are draped along the windows and walls, painting the room in soft, warm glow. The tree is emitting a slight scent of pine wood which only adds to the cozy atmosphere. If only there wasnât another set of string lights tied tightly around their hands and feet...
________ and we got another one for @whump-advent-calendar! prompt 3 today :D
#wac2020#whump#whump prompts#my moodboard#whump aesthetic#moodboard#tied up#captured#i like this aesthetic#but id say that this tied up with string lights thing is very specific and im usually not into that#not if its like creative typing up/torture#i only like it if there was no rope or tape around or whateve#r#if that makes sense lol
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"A shame. It won't reach a powerpoint like this. Shall I go get an extension cord so that it will? Then we could give your bunch of friends an early Christmas call."
Maybe something Juun would do if he caught Kyle, and then discovered that the bad guys' supply of rope had run out...
Art for Prompt 3: All the lights and decorations out up in anticipation (Christmas decorations | Using them to tie someone up / for torture | Putting them up together)
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#wac2020#prompt 3#all the lights and decorations put up in anticipation#using them to tie someone up#art#kindall k#kyle#juun#restrained#implied hostage situation#or the potential for one#my art#i had been thinking about drawing kyle and yuuki putting christmas decorations up together#and wilma the cat messing around supposedly helping#but then this idea came along...#and since i wasnt sure i would have the energy to draw all the details necessary for a good rendition of the fluffier scene i had in mind#i went with this :)#whump art#kindall k series
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