#wac2020

[purrgilpawkins]

Cold + Outside

Summary: A vacation in the middle of nowhere during Winter turns out to not be as great as the team thought it’d be and now they’re 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 they’d 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 who’d be sharing a bed while Riley played on her phone, knowing that she’d 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 would’ve been to hop back in Mac’s 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.

“We don’t need to stop for gas, hoss. Matty said there’d be extra canisters of gasoline at the cabin. We'll be fine,” Mac started in a mocking imitation of Jack’s drawl.

“How the hell was I supposed to know that it’d all be used to burn the damn place to the ground?”

“I’m not saying you knew this would happen. I’m saying you should’ve listened to me when I said we should stop for gas!”

“Hey, guys. How about we shut up and actually figure out what we’re gonna do, huh?” Riley interrupted.

Mac and Jack gave each other the stare down and Mac seemed to lose their staring contest as he sighed, “Sorry. I’m cold and I’m pissed but that’s no reason to take it out on you.”

Jack pulled Mac in for a side hug and ruffled the blond’s hair as best he could with the beanie on the Mac’s head, “S’alright, bud. I know you didn’t mean nothin’ by it. Why don’t you get a fire goin’ while I go and call Matty?”

Jack turned back to the Jeep and Mac walked toward the firepit, “Sounds like a plan.”

Riley turned to Bozer, “Do they ever, like, really fight?”

Bozer shrugged, “Once in a blue moon.”

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.

“So, good news, bad news,” Jack started.

“What’s the good news?” Bozer asked, rubbing his arms in a poor attempt to get warm.

“Well, good news is Mac’s got a fire goin’ for us,” Jack gestured to the small fire, “Bad news is that we got a couple hours before Matty can send someone out here.”

Everyone groaned.

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Mac had managed to turn their small campfire into a bonfire. Very easy to do when there’s 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 wasn’t enough for Bozer since he’d made his way, uninvited, to sit between Jack’s legs, back to chest. Jack didn’t 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, “Alright, Bozer, you’ve had your turn, I want mine.”

“But it’s so cozy,” Bozer said stubbornly.

“Hey, come on now, Boze. We gotta share,” Jack admonished, unwrapping his arms from the oldest kid.

“Fine,” Bozer removed himself from Jack’s bubble and Riley took his place almost immediately.

“I don’t know why you guys were arguing about sharing beds. If I were you I’d’ve been arguing to have my own personal heater like Jack with me,” Riley said as she snuggled into Jack’s embrace.

“He snores,” Mac and Bozer said simultaneously. Riley nodded in understanding.

“Hey!” Jack sputtered, “I’m not that bad!”

“You are,” 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 didn’t 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.

“I’m really proud of you, Mac.”

Mac leaned his head back on Jack’s shoulder to look him in the eye, “You…are? Why? What’d I do?”

Jack looked into Mac’s 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 Mac’s head.

“For wearing a beanie like a normal person would.”

Riley snorted as Mac placed his open palm on Jack’s 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. “Director Webber sent me. I brought gas for your car,” he’d said and Jack looked to his kids before turning back to the man and lowering his gun (he wasn’t 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. “This should be enough to fill your tank. The Director said to head into the nearest town. She booked you all hotel rooms.”

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, Jack’s phone rang and he answered unsurprised to hear their boss. “Hey, Matty. Thanks for getting us outta that jam.” The rest of the team followed up that statement with thanks of their own.

“No problem, guys,” The smile was evident in Matty’s tone, “Just wanted to apologize for sending you off in the middle of nowhere without any kind of shelter. Sorry.”

“Hey, it’s no sweat, Matty. We had fun! Kinda,” Bozer said from the back seat.

“Oh, so I should send you out for wilderness survival more often?” Matty laughed at the chorus of “no”’s that followed. “Well, 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!” Matty hung up as the boys groaned. Riley smiled from her spot in the back.

[whump-advent-calendar]

🎄WHUMP ADVENT CALENDAR🎄

Sooo, it’s finally time! Now, the little picture thingy above might look confusing at first, but don’t worry, I’ll 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 I’m going to add to the alternate prompts, which will hopefully be posted later today. 😅

Information about tagging and posting is under the read more :D

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1 – Baby it’s cold outside

(1st – 3rd December)

Hypothermia 🎄 Locked outside overnight 🎄 Cuddling for warmth

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2 – Kiss by candle light

(4th – 6th December)

Candles 🎄 Burns (either because of the flame or the hot wax) 🎄 Fear of fire

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3 – All the lights and decorations put up in anticipation

(7th – 9th December)

Christmas decorations  🎄 Using them to tie someone up / for torture  🎄 Putting them up together

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4 – Break the ice

(10th – 12th December)

Ice and cold water  🎄 Falling through ice  🎄 Ice skating

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5 – Isn’t it a little early for this?

(13th - 15th December)

Fireworks  🎄 Explosion  🎄 Working with pyrotechnics gone wrong

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 6 – The smell of gingerbread and vanilla

(16th - 18th December)

“I made this for you but I‘m not sure it’s edible.”  🎄  Poisoned  🎄  Baking

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 7- Nightmare before Christmas

(19th - 21st December)

Nightmares and night terrors  🎄 PTSD  🎄 “It’s okay, it was just a dream..”

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 8 – Christmas Day

(22nd - 24th December)

Christmas celebrations   🎄 Spending the holidays in captivity  🎄 With found family

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 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄            

Alt 1

🎁 Sick during the holidays 🎁

Alt 2

🎁 Presents 🎁

Alt 3

🎁 Coming together 🎁

🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄

Now, some more info and rules😂

You can post whenever you want, just please wait until December :D

Please @ this blog in every post you make for this event, putting #wac2020 in the tags is fine too but this seems more reliable 😅 also if you tag me and I don’t reblog your post in a day, it’s probably because tumblr didn’t let me know you tagged me - in that case dm me, send asks, any way to let me know is fine so don’t hesitate contact me if this happens (I remember how frustrated I was when none of my whumptober posts got reblogged)

Make sure to put trigger warning in the tags if needed

You can use any media you want, and both fandom related and original content is welcome! 😃

The prompts can be combined, posted in different order or even slightly changed - as long as you at least loosely stick to the original one 😃

Alrighty, that should be it.. If you have any more questions, don’t hesitate to send an ask! 😄

Oh oh, and everyone who participates gets a little surprise in the end of December 👀 Have fun and stay safe!

[thatsgonnaleaveamark]

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?

________ @whump-advent-calendar Prompt 4!

[viva-la-whump]

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 it’s 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

Isn’t 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 - That’s What Friends are For - Stranger/Secret Forest

I have more detailed tags in each fic since I don’t have enough space here on tumblr.

Thanks!

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[nativestarwrites]

2 - By Candle Light

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(4th – 6th December) Candles 🎄

1-3 December: Baby, It’s 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.  And for the two fleeing agents, it couldn’t have appeared at a better time.  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.  The cupboards were bare for food and nothing came out of the taps when he tried them.  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.  Mac had let himself tip over, head on the pillow but leaving his feet still on the floor.  Jack would have been worried he’d passed out except he could see Mac lazily blinking at him in the glow of the flashlight.

“No electricity, but I found candles.”  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.  The only colours on his face from the bruises on his jaw and cheekbone, highlighted by the warm flame.

“You look like shit.”  Jack told him flatly.

“You don’t exactly look pretty yourself.”  Mac shot back, putting a hint of a smile on both of their faces.  Jack took Mac’s 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 wasn’t sure how bad it was.

“Lets peel some of these layers off, check you out properly.”

“Why?”  Mac asked, grabbing Jack’s hand with his own, stopping him.

“What do you mean why?”

“It’s not going to help, even if I am bleeding internally, there’s nothing you can do about it out here.  I’m just gonna get cold and you’re just going to worry.”  Mac said, his eyes exhausted and resigned.

Jack sighed, dropping his hands.  Mac had a point, and hopefully, ex-fil would find them before it became an issue but he had to prepare in case they didn’t.  He had to ask, even if he wouldn’t like the answer.

“Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Bleeding inside?”

Jack heard the answer in Mac’s silence and the way his eyes slipped away from Jack’s.  “I’ll be okay,” Mac said instead.  “Just 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.”

“They’ll be searching for us already.”  Jack chimed in with his own positivity, “Who knows, they might have found us by then anyway.”

“Hope so,”  Mac whispered.

Jack rummaged around in a closet and found a couple of musty smelling blankets, he shook them out and then covered Mac.  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 Mac’s cocoon.  He didn’t want to rest his arm across Mac’s midriff so instead laid his arm over Mac’s, his fingers finding Mac’s wrist and holding on, feeling the thrum of Mac’s pulse under his fingertips.  Faster than it should be, but still relatively steady and strong.

“I’ll be okay.” Mac whispered, on the verge of sleep.

“I know you will.” Jack answered.  “There’s no other option, you got that?”

“Got it.”

Jack had no intention of sleeping himself, afraid he’d sleep too long and through any alarm he’d set.  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.

[appy-polly-loggies]

Christmas thing #6 - Memories

Not really the prompt (and I completely skipped one oops) but here you have your weekly dose of backstory 😂

Part #0  Part #1  Part #2  Part #3  Part #4  Part #5

@cupcakes-and-pain

[purrgilpawkins]

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.

“Mac!” He yelled out, waving a hand in front of his face to try and see better through the smoke, “Mac, you okay?!”

“Yeah!” Mac called from the other side of the deck, “Oh hey, watch out for the fireworks!”

“Thanks for the heads up!” 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 didn’t look like it would stop anytime soon. It also didn’t 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 hadn’t all gone off yet.

After looking around the deck a little more to determine the path of least resistance as well as find Mac’s 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. “Hey man,” Bozer coughed, “you good?”

Mac lay flat on his stomach, his head turned toward Bozer, “Yeah, I’m doing pretty great down here.”

Bozer looked to Mac and did a double take at the lack of a back to his shirt, “You sure? Cause it looks like your wardrobe got hit pretty bad.”

“Oh, you mean my shirt? That’s totally fine.”

“Mac,” 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 Mac’s back.

“Boze, the deck--”

“--Can wait while I make sure you still have skin on your back.”

Mac sighed as Bozer helped him into his room and sat Mac down on his bed before turning on the lights.

“Okay,” Bozer started, clapping his hands together and rubbing them, “let’s see the damage.”

Bozer gently placed his hands on Mac’s shoulders and turned him toward the light. The only thing that could be seen was pale skin covered in soot and ash. Bozer hummed.

“Think I’ll live?”

Bozer brought his hand up to scratch at his scruff, “I don’t know, man. I can’t see much of anything back here thanks to all this ash. Maybe I should call Jack down here, just in case.”

Mac reached for his phone that he left on his nightstand before Bozer could even think to grab it. “Please don’t do that. It’s probably a first degree burn at worst.”

“How would you know? You can’t see it. I can’t see it.”

“Yeah but I can feel it and trust me when I say I’ve had worse, Boze.”

Bozer laughed, “Well, I guess if anybody would know about burns it’d be you.”

Mac laughed with him, “Yeah, and I know that some aloe would probably work great right now.”

Bozer pondered for a moment, “Are you sure I shouldn’t call someone who actually knows what they're doing? What if it’s a third-degree burn and you don't feel it ‘cause all your nerves got burned off?”

“Bozer, I’m fine. I promise. If you call Jack all he’ll do is hover and worry and I know you’re already going to do that so no need to raise the old man’s blood pressure.”

“So that means you get to raise my blood pressure?” Bozer scoffed in mock offense. “Whatever. I guess I know who your favorite is,” he fake sniffled and Mac rolled his eyes fondly.

Bozer dropped the act not a moment later and went to help Mac back up. “Look, how about we go clean you off and if it looks that bad, I call Jack. Deal?”

“Deal, now where are you taking me?”

“Uh, the bathroom? Duh.”

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 Mac’s 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 (“Why didn’t you do that at the sink?” “Don't question my methods.”) and began wiping down Mac’s back.

Bozer whispered, “Damn, Mac, you’re covered in so much ash, I’m surprised those fireworks didn’t cremate you. Good thinking on my part for wanting to clean you up a little.”

Mac huffed a laugh, wincing slightly at the ministrations before Bozer handed him the mostly clean side of the washcloth.

“Got some on your face, too.”

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. “You’re looking good back here, man. Guess we’ll save the old man from another potential heart attack.”

Mac winced again as the cool sensation hit his back and he found himself trying not to lean back into it rather quickly.

“Instant relief, huh?” Bozer questioned.

“Oh, yeah,” Mac sighed.

They sat in silence a moment before Bozer asked, “So what exactly was…all that?”

“Oh, uh, I was trying to make something that would automatically set off the fireworks. Y’know, so we wouldn’t have to keep getting up to light them.”

“Well, I think it works.”

“Yeah, probably should’ve made sure that it was in a state to be tested before I, you know, tested it.”

“Uh, yeah, Mac. Probably should’ve.” Mac smirked at Bozer’s sass.

Just as Mac felt he might fall asleep from Bozer’s almost massage, Bozer took his hands from Mac’s back.

“Alright, think we’re done,” He said, getting up from the tub and heading to the sink to wash his hands.

“You think? Did you not thoroughly slather me up?” Mac quipped, standing up and stretching out his shoulders.

“Oh, I know I slathered you up, thank you. It doesn’t get more slathered up than you do right now.”

Mac held his hands up in defense, “Alright, alright. I’m slathered.”

Bozer then took the hand towel off its hoop to dry his hands and Mac tossed the blackened washcloth in the dirty hamper.

“So,” Bozer started, wrapping the towel back on its hoop, “ready to assess the damages?”

Mac sighed, “Lead the way.” He held out a hand toward the bathroom door and Bozer gave him a determined nod.

They both walked in silence out toward Mac’s room and onto the deck, both sighing dejectedly at the sight of what was left of said deck.

“I say we burn the rest of it down,” Bozer joked. “Would probably be cheaper to buy a new one.”

Mac sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, eyeing the scorch marks and burnt wood covered by the foam of the fire extinguisher. “Yeah, probably. Sorry, Boze.”

“Eh, it's cool. I’m used to it.” Bozer gave Mac a grin and Mac couldn’t help but give him one back. “And hey, it looks like some of the fireworks survived! Could still salvage them for new years! They’d just be a little…foamy.”

“Yeah. Or maybe I could use the leftovers for an actual test at my automatic firework lighter…”

“Angus Jackson MacGyver, don’t you dare.”

[thethistlegirlwrites]

Lights

I had this idea based on a random screenshot of someone’s instagram story a while ago, and when the ‘hanging up decorations’ 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." 

"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. 

"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. 

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. 

"Hey, stop that." John shakes his head. "I'm on a ladder." 

The Rowan just reaches for him again, twisting branches through and around his belt. John sighs and keeps climbing. 

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. 

"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." 

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. 

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. 

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." 

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[callaeidae3]

"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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[lifblogs]

Whump Advent Calendar | Break the Ice - Ice and Cold Water, Falling Through Ice, Ice Skating | @whump-advent-calendar

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One moment Jack was on top of the ice, and the next he couldn’t breathe and it felt like his entire body had become a tingling (and then numb), too-solid thing, like a statue, an ice sculpture. All understanding was pushed out of him. His sense of reasoning was pushed out of him.

What had happened?

Jack tried to move his limbs as he realized he was sinking through frigid water. The cold froze his eyes as he tried to see, and it viciously bit at his face as it forced all the air out of him, stealing the fight from him. He could barely move, his motions sluggish, limbs and body feeling heavier than it had ever been.

Suddenly, a hand was grabbing him. Somehow, Jack was able to clasp onto it. The hand pulled him up, and he was dragged onto the ice.

Jack shivered violently as he was on his hands and knees on the lake he had decided to skate on using just his boots. (Sam had warned him to not do it, and Jack hadn’t listened.)

He coughed, he gasped for air. Every breath hurt, his lungs stinging. His body shivered so violently that it was tense and aching, all his muscles locked up.

Suddenly, a large, warm coat was being wrapped around him. Jack clung to it weakly, though he was desperate for it.

Hands were on his face, and he was made to look at Sam. “Jack, are you okay?”

A tooth-chattering whimper left him instead of words.

“Okay, come on. We’re heading back to the motel. Can you stand?”

Jack just shook his head, another shiver attacking him.

His face and ears were numb. He couldn’t feel his lips.

He tried to talk now, but the words were slurred, his frozen lips unable to form the proper sounds.

Sam picked up Jack, and then put him over his shoulder; a fireman’s carry. The warmth of Sam had Jack huddling up to him, and Sam ran, telling him over and over again that it was going to be alright.

He slipped a little on the ice, but then he made it to the southern shore, and ran through snow, bringing his knees up high so as to not get stuck.

They made it back to the motel, and Sam was breathing hard, puffing out warm air as he put Jack in a chair. Why a chair? All Jack wanted to do was lie down.

“Okay, Jack, this is going to sound weird, but strip. I’ll get you a dry pair of underwear.”

Jack didn’t even question Sam, feeling completely helpless. Though, he was shaking now from removing layers. His nails were blue, and he had a feeling his lips were as well. Maybe his face was even a pale gray.

Sam grabbed towels, and then he was vigorously drying Jack off, moving the towel back and forth.

Then, Sam helped Jack into a clean, dry pair of boxers.

He helped Jack over to his bed, and got him under the covers. Jack curled up, huddling his body into itself, searching for any bit of warmth.

To Jack’s surprise, his dad started stripping down to his boxers.

Still, Jack didn’t question it. He trusted Sam with his life.

Sam had Jack move over once he was without clothes, and then he got under the sheet, comforter, and blanket, and wrapped himself around Jack. Sam’s warm arms were touching his skin, holding him, and even his legs were holding him.

Jack sighed at feeling his dad’s warmth. They lay there for a long time, and eventually, Jack stopped shaking. He was still cold, but he could feel his appendages, his limbs, his face.

Sam put a hand on Jack, probably feeling his temperature.

“Alright, think you’re warmed up enough. I’ll go get a shower ready. You can wear some of my clothes. Flannel’s warmer than your shirts.”

When Sam went to go turn on the shower, Jack nearly whimpered, missing his warmth.

Then, once the water was surely sufficiently hot, his dad came back over and helped him into the bathroom, and out of his underwear. Jack climbed into the shower. It was warm, not as hot as he’d been expecting.

After what he’d been through. It was too cold. The shadow of his movement passed through the plastic shower curtain as he reached for the faucet.

“Hey, no,” his dad reprimanded. “I know you’re cold, but we can’t expose you to hot water right away. It could make you go into shock, and it’d burn you skin.”

A tear welled up in Jack’s stinging eyes.

Eventually, Sam let him gradually turn the heat up, till steam was wafting in the room.

“Alright, you’re doing good,” he told him. “I’ll be right back.”

Sam was back in about a minute, surely to place warm clothes down for him. Then, he was gone. Was that the motel room door closing?

Jack was too tired to really care.

Once he felt warm enough and the steam had seemed to heal his lungs, opening them up again, he got dressed. Sam had left him his black and red flannel, along with sweatpants, and thick, warm socks.

He sat on the bed once he was clothed, pulling the covers up over his lap, and wrapping the blanket from Sam’s bed around himself.

Soon, Sam was back, and he carried a brown paper cup with a white, plastic cover.

“Here, got you hot chocolate. Drink it slowly.”

Jack nodded, taking the hot chocolate from Sam. He began to drink. As he warmed up he was so thankful that Sam wasn’t blaming him for what happened. He hadn’t even brought up Jack’s actions that had led to this.

“You’re alright,” Sam told him, rubbing his back. “You’re alright.”

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[nativestarwrites]

1 – Baby it’s cold outside

@whump-advent-calendar

(1st – 3rd December) Hypothermia 🎄

Written for the whump advent calendar, a missing scene for 2x03 Roulette Wheel + Wire set between the cold open and Phoenix medical.

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You’d think, that when you were rescued the hard bit would be over, that things would start getting better, but for Mac it got worse.  It had been cold inside their little ice structure, but it was bitterly cold outside. The brief journey to the helicopter was enough to deplete whatever heat he had left and he was shivering uncontrollably before they took off.

After that, his world got fuzzy, and he struggled to follow the co-pilots instructions.  Fumbling the seatbelt and staring blankly at a blanket until Jack folded it around him, leaving his arm there to hold it in place.  It was noisy in the cabin and hard to make out what anyone was saying, especially when it sounded like it was coming from down a long pipe.  Fatigue settled on him, heavier than the blanket and despite the violent shivers he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off sleep for much longer.

He was safe.

Jack was safe.

There was no real reason to fight any more, and so he stopped resisting the darkness and let it engulf him.

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Mac woke slowly to the familiar sounds of hospital.  A regular beep sounding out his own heartbeat, the occasional click and a quiet hum in the background.  He could feel warm, humid air coming from a mask on his face and his first instinct was to pull it off, but since that would involve moving from his warm burrito of blankets he decided to tolerate it for now.  As he peeled his eyes open, blinking away the fuzziness, he saw he’d scored himself a private room.

Or semi-private.

Sat next to him was a pile of blankets wearing Jack Dalton’s face.

“Morning.”  Jack said, as he noticed Mac’s eyes on him.  “Or at least, I think it’s still morning.  I’m too warm here to dig my arm out and check my watch.”

“Should you be out of bed?”  Mac asked tiredly, his voice muffled and he wiggled his fingers out enough to pull the mask to his chin before stuffing them back under the covers.

Jack’s blankets moved slightly, hiding a shrug.  “I’m more or less back to normal temperature, the frost butt is a different story, but I’ve got a cushion to sit on, that’s helping.”

“What happened?” Mac asked frowning.  He remembered getting on the rescue chopper but after that it slips into a haze of disjointed memories.

“You checked out on us about ten minutes into the flight.  A combination of hypothermia, exhaustion and dehydration.”

“What about you?”

“All of the above, same as you, just didn’t hit me quite so hard.”  Guilt clouded Jack’s eyes.  “I should have made you take more breaks.”

“Not your fault, Jack.  And I’m gonna be fine.”  Mac said, before yawning.  And eyed the warmed saline connected to his IV with suspicion, he’d only just woke up, he couldn’t be tired already.

“How long do we need to stay here?” Mac asked.

“They want to monitor you for the next twenty four hours.  Something about hypothermia and arrhythmias so they want to keep an eye on your heart, run some tests, then they’ll ship us back to Phoenix medical.”  Jack said with a lack of enthusiasm.  “They also said you’d probably sleep for most of that.”

Mac opened his eyes, where he had been in the middle of taking a long blink, to see Jack’s smirk.  Jack extracted one of his own hands from his bundle of blankets and replaced the oxygen mask over Mac’s face.

“Get some more rest, bud.”

“Not tired.” Mac mumbled with his eyes already shut.

“Sure.”

Mac stubbornly cracked one eye open.  “You need rest too.”

“I will, Nurse Ratched makes her rounds in five minutes, I’ll be back in bed before then.”  Jack looked at the door as if concerned she might be back early.

“Knew you shouldn’t be out of bed...”  Mac muttered, his victory short lived as sleep gently pulled him under again.

[appy-polly-loggies]

Christmas thing #4 - Ice

TW: Abuse

Part #0  Part #1  Part #2  Part #3  

@cupcakes-and-pain

[purrgilpawkins]

Merry + Christmas

Summary: The team spends their Christmas Day in Phoenix med. (Also available on AO3)

Pairings: Wilt Bozer & Jack Dalton & Riley Davis & Angus MacGyver

Part of the Whump Advent Calendar 2020 series Prompt: Christmas Celebrations / With Found Family

Warnings: n/a

Notable tags: fluff, Christmas fluff, H/C

Mac waved his casted arm and Jack weakly raised a hand in greeting as Bozer wheeled Riley in through the door.

“Hey, Jack,” Riley started softly, “how’re you feeling?” Jack gave a thumbs up and pointed a finger to Riley. “I’m fine, Jack, don’t worry,” she laughed, rubbing at the bandage on her abdomen.

Bozer parked Riley’s wheelchair on the side of the delta’s hospital bed opposite of Mac as Jack reached up to remove the oxygen mask on his face. “You should know by now…it’s my job to--” he gasped, “--to worry, Riles.”

“Hey, hey, you heard the doc, Jack. That pneumonia isn’t letting you breathe and neither is taking off that mask. So please, just this once, keep it on?” Mac asked, taking Jack’s hand into his own. Jack groaned in response which led to a rough coughing fit. The younger man gave the older one a sip of water from the cup sitting next to the bed, Jack giving Mac a look that roughly translated to an apology all the while. An apology more so for scaring them all at his close call with death rather than the mask removal.

Mac put the cup back down as Riley placed the four presents she was carrying in her lap at the end of Jack’s bed. Bozer moved them around to their respective receiver, coughing into his arm every now and again. The water boarding he’d received wasn’t nearly as bad as Jack’s but it was still hell on his lungs.

“Well!” Bozer clasped his hands together, “It’s a good thing we did Secret Santa this year. Makes this a whole lot easier on everyone after being…kidnapped and tortured for a week and a half,” Bozer grew quiet and everyone let the silence wash over them. “Little disappointing we have to spend our Christmas in Phoenix med though.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t see Agent Dalton leaving for the next few days, so I’d say better here than not at all,” one of the regular nurses, Sheldon, popped his head in the room, startling everyone. “And I don’t want to ruin the festivities but try not to go on too long. Jack needs his rest.”

Jack grunted, displeased.

Sheldon chuckled, “I expect you not to strain yourself, Jack.” He turned to Riley, “You neither, though I don’t see you getting up on that leg anytime soon.” Then to Bozer, “Get yourself an ice pack for that black eye, Boze.” At Bozer’s reluctant head nod, Sheldon turned to Mac, “And you don’t put too much pressure on that wrist. I know how important those hands are to you.” Mac nodded. “Okay, any painkillers needed?” Sheldon smiled at everyone’s muttered “no”.

“Did Matty send you down here, Hawkes?” Mac asked.

Sheldon nodded, “She seemed really worried about you all. Said she’s sorry she can’t say hello and check up on you in person yet. She also said ‘Merry Christmas’.”

“Well tell her we’re sad she can’t be here and a Merry Christmas to her too,” Riley piped up.

“Will do,” Sheldon smiled and walked out of the room, leaving the bruised and battered team to go about their celebrations.

Mac sat up straight in his uncomfortable seat, “Okay, who’s first?”

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Riley suggested.

“Flip a coin maybe?” Bozer recommended. Jack groaned his disapproval at that option.

“All at the same time then?” Mac proposed.

“Oh no way man, that completely ruins the magic!”

“Magic? What--”

“Ladies first…” Jack whispered hoarsely.

“I’m alright with that,” Riley said and immediately started ripping open her present before the argument could begin. The wrapping paper hit the floor and uncovered a small rectangular box. Riley opened the box and fondly rolled her eyes.

“What? What is it?” Bozer questioned, leaning in uncomfortably close to see what she got.

Riley pulled the object from the box, “It’s a knife.” Indeed it was, a folding knife with a pastel pink handle. “Hmm…I wonder who this is from.” She looked directly at Jack.

“For when a boy tries to talk to ya,” he said, words muffled behind the oxygen mask, “Keep it in your boot or backpack with your rig or something.”

“Okay, dad. I am a grown ass woman who doubles as a highly trained government agent, y’know.”

“Just in case.”

Riley laughed and reached as far as she could from her wheelchair to gently hug Jack, “Thank you, Jack. I love it.”

“Speaking of Jack,” Mac placed a wrapped gift in Jack’s lap, “you’re next, big guy.”

Jack unwrapped the present with shaky hands that no one wanted to acknowledge. He pulled a white ceramic mug from the paper.

“I’m, uh, not the best at gift giving so I went with something practical,” Mac said, nervously rubbing at the back of his neck.

Jack turned the mug in his hand to see the phrase “MIT Dad” stamped on the other side of it. His eyes started to dampen embarrassingly quick and if anyone asked he’d blame it on the drugs in his system. He looked to Mac who stared back in search of approval and Jack opened up his arms to give that approval. Mac reached out and hugged Jack almost as gently as Riley did.

“Love it, hoss,” Jack said.

Mac gave a shaky laugh, “Cool.”

Riley cut their moment short when she picked up the biggest present and gave it to Bozer.

“Oh for me? You shouldn’t have!” Bozer said as he ripped off the wrapping as fast as possible and opened the box in childlike excitement. He gasped, “Riley, you really shouldn’t have.”

“What is it, Boze?” Mac asked, taking a page out of Bozer’s book and leaning into his personal space to see his friend’s gift.

“It’s expensive looking kitchen utensils…and an even more expensive looking video camera…Riley how much did you spend on me?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just worry about how high quality your movies are gonna look now that you have the cheaper alternative to an actual professional film camera.” Riley smirked.

“And the cooking set?”

“If it helps make your food taste even better than it’s worth the price tag.”

“Aw, Riley!” Bozer suddenly engulfed Riley in a hug, sudden enough that she wasn’t able to reciprocate because he’d wrapped his arms around her arms.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome but could you let up on the vice grip, please?”

Bozer pulled back, “Right, sorry, that probably didn’t do those cuts on your stomach any favors.”

“Nah it’s all good. No damage done.”

“Sweet,” Bozer then pulled the camera out of his gift box and started turning it on.

“Bozer,” Jack uttered from his bed.

“Huh?”

Jack nodded his head to Mac.

“Oh! Of course. Almost forgot. Mac!” Bozer handed the last present laying on the bed to Mac, “Your present this year is courtesy of me. I mean, mostly me. Like, it was mostly my idea but it’s kinda from all of us.”

Mac took the gift in his good hand and placed his cast on it to take the paper off of it easier. Jack held out his hand as Mac struggled to remove the wrapping but brought it back when Mac stubbornly said, “I got it.” It took him a minute but he did eventually get some of the paper off his present. When he managed to uncover the front of it he stopped unwrapping.

“What is it, Mac? What’d you get?” Riley asked quietly.

Mac looked up at his friends and saw them all smiling at him and he smiled back. He looked back to his present, a framed picture of them all; himself, Jack, Bozer, Riley, and Matty, everyone he cared about in the picture.

“Thanks, guys. Really. It means a lot.”

Jack reached over and lightly gripped Mac’s forearm as Bozer rounded the bed to give Mac a hug. After all their hugs and continued thanks to one another for the gifts, the group spent the rest of their Christmas celebrations happily in each other’s presence.

[thethistlegirlwrites]

Stakeout

Another OC prompt fill for the @whump-advent-calendar prompt 1, “Baby It’s Cold Outside” for "Locked Outside Overnight” this time. Also, for those who aren’t as familiar with my characters, "Angus” is my character Robin, before he’s hired by the Chimera agency. He goes by Angus, his fae true-name, when he’s with the first set of hunters, Silver Blade, who exploited him for his magic and the fact that they could control him with his name. 

Angus leans back against the wall and shivers.

Ever since he was assigned to Alpha team, he's always gotten the short-straw kind of assignments. Like tonight.

The vamp they're looking for has been picking off the homeless people who call this stretch of road their territory. It took far too long to even realize that was the case. Vampires like to prey on the people who won't be noticed, but finally, there was enough of a pattern of reports and frightened people with stories of red-eyed monsters that it was an actionable lead.

And now Angus has the unenviable job of staking things out undercover.

Normally, as far as he understands it, teams tend to rotate their undercover members. It's practical, because it's less likely someone will start to notice a pattern or recognize a person who's repeatedly showing up at various places before a bust. But that's not how Alpha team operates. Angus can count on one hand the times in the last year that another team member has subbed in for him on undercovers. And those have been the ones that weren't uncomfortable at all.

Not like sitting on a street corner in grimy, thin clothes and worn-out shoes. He could glamour normal clothing to look grubby, but that runs the risk of a glamour slipping and exposing him for what he really is.

Although he's starting to wish that he had chosen to wear warmer clothes. The tattered jacket he's wearing is too big; he could probably slip on a sweatshirt underneath and it wouldn't really show.

He turns around and walks up to the door off the alley that his team is waiting behind, and lights a match on the bricks, cupping it in his hands like he's lighting a cigarette. If anyone sees him there, they'll just assume he's stepped into the shelter of the doorway to light one up.

He leans in a little closer to the door, whispering. "Don't see anything yet."

"Then go keep watching. Told you not to come back here unless something was happening." Francis's voice sounds a bit hoarse, like he's been sleeping.

"It's getting cold."

"Then you'll stay awake better, fae. Get back out there, that vamp could be bleeding someone dry right now."

Angus sighs. He knew better than to even bring that up. Now he'll probably be in trouble when Francis tells Michaels what he said. He blames the lack of sleep from the past two nights of this stakeout for that little lapse of judgement.

The pitiful warmth of the match flame feels so good on his hands that he lets it burn down to a charred, twisted stick and go out on its own. He stops himself from crying when the flame goes out entirely. He misses the fire that he used to be able to coax out of his own hands without the need for any matches. But he also doesn't feel like he can get it back. He's burnt out, like this match. Withered and ruined.

He drops the charred pieces to the ground and steps on them with his battered shoe, and turns back to the street, pulling his jacket a little closer around himself. 

It's going to be a long night.

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[pasmonblog]

In The Cold, Cold Night

For the @whump-advent-calendar​ ‘break the ice’ prompt.

Requested by @treaddelicately​.

It was supposed to be a weekend away.

Out in the mountains, snow on the ground and a warm fire inside. Hot cocoa and knit blankets and all the fuzzy family bullshit people stuff into the time between Thanksgiving and the New Year.

Not this.

Rating: M Tags: Angst, whump, cold weather, falling through ice, avoiding hypothermia Relationship: Frank Castle/Karen Page Word Count: 1,258

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28027836