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whump-a-la-mode · 3 years

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Villian-Sicle | Part 2

I didn’t expect to get such a crazy response to the first part of this. Here’s part two! I’m always open to continuing this, I love hero/villain whump. Thanks for reading! I hope you like it.

Find part one here.

CW//Superhero whump, villain whumpee, environmental whump (kinda), hypothermia, hospital setting, death mention, delusions, torture mention, pet whump mention (but not really)

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Villain’s fingers burned.

It was quite paradoxical-- a caveat of the confusing structure of organs known as human anatomy. When cold got great enough, the nervous system somehow interpreted it as intense heat. Tricking itself into believing that warmth might finally be coming, maybe.

Villain knew that such a wish was hopeless. Warmth was a far off memory, as far as they were concerned.

They tucked their knees closer to their chest, pressing their forehead against them and shoving their hands in their pockets, for whatever minimal heat it would provide. As their teeth began to chatter, they gritted them together and closed their eyes. The shelf they leaned against dug into their spine.

“Take stock, and understand your situation.” The brief training they had been provided at their former place of employment sprung into their head, stupidly cheery voice and all. “A level head is more important than any weapon.”

Stupid voice, stupid seminar, stupid job, stupid heroes.

Villain did their best to take a deep breath-- though it did little but fill their lungs with frigid air.

Take stock. Understand your situation. Keep a level head.

The computer in the next room over chipperly reported that they had been in their current predicament for just over five minutes. Five minutes, thirteen seconds, twenty-two milliseconds, and six hundred eight-six nanoseconds, to be slightly more precise. That was the time that had passed since the Heroes had chased them into their own freezing cold tomb.

The moment replayed again in their mind; a series of panicked moments and thoughts, all kaidoscoping into a brilliant moment of word association. That was what had landed them here. Their own stupidity. Not that it wouldn’t have been a problem if the Heroes hadn’t chased them in the first place! Why did they even care about the Serum?! What was it to them?!

Why did Villain have to die for it?

They didn’t know exactly how long it would take for the cold to kill them. The computer beeped and spat out all the medical facts it could, but the fact stood that hypothermia affected everyone differently, dependent on a thousand different factors.

That wasn’t the real question. They knew that. They didn’t care if their last breath would be in five minutes or a hundred. All that mattered was that, in all probability, dying of cold would be quicker than dying at the hands of the Heroes.

In their pockets, they balled their fists. They didn’t notice they were crying until a tear dripped onto their neck, sending a horrid shiver through them.

It was just a stupid bottle. A stupid chemical. It was that fucking chain of atoms that had left them here--between a rock and a hard place. Between dying of cold and being tortured to death. Hell, both ways were torture! Everything was!

Why could nothing ever go right?!

With a coordination they didn’t realize they had, Villain shot to their feet (though it wasn’t exactly a graceful movement.) The tears brimming in their eyes didn’t help their vision, but they didn’t need to see. They didn’t need anything! What was the point, if they were just going to die?!

A sweeping hand aimed itself at one of the wall-high shelves, sending a line of bottles crashing to the ground and shattering in an explosion of glass snowflakes. Their contents spilled out on the tile, and whatever remained of their containers was quickly smashed under Villain’s shoe. They whipped around, attacking another shelf in the same way. Again, they reached for their next strike, but found only steel shelving. Another paradoxical burst of strength sent the whole shelf careening to the ground, sending a blizzard of shattered glass into the air.

Villain unballed their fists, panting, their lungs gasping in the frigid air. Their adrenaline rush finally wore off, sending them to the floor.

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Leader’s words were cut off by a resounding crash.

They whipped around, sputtering out a last few unintelligible syllables as their attention focused on the steel door. Nerves glittered in their gaze as they clenched their jaw.

“Shit.” They muttered. “Medic?”

“Sounds like one of the shelves fell.”

“Dammit. I suppose they’re not quite sedated yet, then.”

“Cold isn’t the quickest.” Medic shook their head. “At this temperature, real hypothermia shouldn’t set in for about five more minutes.”

Leader sighed, turning back to the rest of the group. There weren’t many of them-- just Leader, Medic, Hero, and Counselor. The rest had been dispatched, on Leader’s orders, to the rest of the hospital, ensuring that none of Villain’s accomplishes had accompanied them. Regardless, the four of them would be more than enough to overwhelm Villain, when they came out.

“You’re saying they can only make it five more minutes in there?” Hero asked, their hands fidgeting at their sides. Small sparks of power appeared along their fingertips-- a surefire sign of their nerves.

“No.” Medic deadpanned. “In approximately five minutes, hypothermia will start to set in. It won’t be fatal for quite a while. I’d say we have an hour, at least.”

“Villain will give up before then.” Leader reassured. “I’ll...”

They swallowed and approached the steel door separating them from their captive. Captive? Was that the right word? Maybe. Villain had, in all truth, sealed themself in the cold storage. There was no lock on the outside. They could leave whenever they so chose. Right into the Heroes hands, of course, but still.

Leader hadn’t exactly expected Villain to stay in the room. They had expected them to turn around as soon as they entered, to keep up the chase. Yet, they hadn’t.

They had to give up soon. They were surrounded. They were stubborn as all get out, but they weren’t stupid. It was death by hypothermia, or surrender. The better of the two was pretty damn clear.

Taking a sharp breath in an attempt to raise their own confidence, Leader knocked on the door.

The response wasn’t verbal. Rather, it came in the form of a panicked yelp, and the scrambling of someone backing away.

Leader exhaled. They supposed that they would have to do the talking, here.

“Hello? Villain?”

A muffled swear came from the room. That was all the greeting they had really expected.

“You’re going to need to come out of there, before you’re in danger. You’re not equipped for those temperatures, you know that. No one is gonna hurt you.”

Leader nearly fell backwards at the sudden crash of an object against the other side of the door. It seemed that negotiations weren’t going to go very far, just yet. With a sigh, they turned back to their gathered team.

“Hero, go get some blankets. One of those electric ones, if you can. This isn’t looking good.”

“Pourquoi pas niquer le sérum si tu l’aimes ainsi.” Villain swore under their breath.

Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes and thirty two seconds and- and who gave a shit. They’d been stuck in this damn room for fifteen minutes.

The shivering had only started about three minutes ago. It was nothing like normal shivering-- that incurred when waiting for a bus in the cold. The tremors were far more violent than that, shaking their body. They felt their mind to be knocking around their head with the sheer force of it.

The chattering of their teeth had become normal to them, normal, though it was just as violent and just as uncontrollable.

Outside, their killers spoke in hushed voices. Villain wasn’t sure if they even wanted to know what they were talking about. Probably about how to torture them first. Knives, or fire, or electricity, wouldn’t that be ironic! Jokes on them, dammit! They wouldn’t get the chance. Nope, no, no chance for them... no chancy chancy.

Without thinking about it, or hardly even noticing, their blue-tinted fingertips fumbled at their jacket’s zipper, until they were finally able to undo it. They slipped the garment off, throwing it across the floor.

Much better.

Still, why did they feel so hot...?

“Will this be enough?” Hero appeared from around a corner, nearly giving Leader a heart attack with just how suddenly they appeared. In their arms was piled a heap of blankets. They were thin, just enough to keep a patient warm as they fell under anesthesia, but Hero must’ve had at least ten of them.

“I sure hope so.” Leader nodded, gesturing for them to put the pile down. As Hero did so, Leader turned back to Counselor and Medic.

Medic cleared their throat, continuing their throat from before Hero had scared everyone half to death with their appearance.

“Hypothermia is generally thought to occur in three stages. The first is the most mild-- consisting mainly of mild shivering and numbness of the peripheral digits. Stage two is when things start to get... dangerous. Shivering becomes violent, and the patient may be unable to perform finer motor functions. It’s at this stage that the cold begins to affect... mental capabilities. Irrational behavior is common. Hallucinations and delusional states aren’t unheard of. And stage three...”

They hesitated for a moment, until Leader raised an eyebrow.

“Shivering stops. The patient will generally fall into a coma before their heart gives out.”

“We can’t let that happen.” Counselor’s voice sounded as though they were on the verge of tears, which was a very real possibility. Still, the determination in their tone won out over any fear. “Can I talk to them?”

“Be my guest.” Leader nodded.

“Villain?”

The tone was quiet. Soft. Whimsical and moving and whisping like a... like a whisper.

Villain looked up. Their cell was tiny-- an eight foot by eight foot construction of corrugated steel. A chain hung limply from the ceiling, from which a light had once hung. That’d been removed, after Villain had made it explode upon their Trainer. Their cot had gone with it, leaving the room bare, with nothing but four walls, a floor, and a ceiling.

“Villain, I’m Counselor. I don’t know if we’ve really met. I know you’re scared, and I can’t blame you. But if you stay where you are right now, you could get really hurt. I know I can’t force you to come out, but... what are you worried about? You can talk to me. I won’t even tell any of the others, I promise.”

The door opened, flooding the room with light. Villain scrambled backwards, hitting a wall that wasn’t where it should be. The two figures that entered were blank-- their faces featureless, nothing but expanses of skin, lacking eyes or anything of the like. One clipped a leash to the ring hanging from Villain’s collar, while the other lifted them from under their armpits.

“Please no I don’t want to go please I’m still healing please I can’t go for that long again I’m still healing. I won’t be of any use please just give me a bit more time.”

That was what they had meant to say, at least. The words came out in a stream of nonsensical syllables.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t understand that. Do you speak English? Um... Voulez-vous un traducteur ? Un traductor ?”

Villain struggled to their feet, lacking any other choice with the tight grip the figure held upon their leash. The tiles clicked beneath their feet, which didn’t make much sense, as the floor of their cell was made of steel.

The figures led them outside of their cell, into the wider facility. Other figures hurried around, faces equally blank. Preparing for a mission, Villain could only assume.

Someone called out to the figures escorting them. They turned. They felt the grip on their leash loosen.

Their heartbeat drummed in their head at the realization. The facility was so busy. Everyone was so distracted... what other chance would they get?

Villain took the risk.

A quick jerk of their neck sent their leash flying from the figure’s hands. They turned to run, but found something blocking their way. They couldn’t see it, but they felt something in their hands...

“Yeah! Come on, Villain, that’s it. Just turn the lock. It’s gonna be okay, alright? Just turn the lock.”

Turn the lock. Turn the lock. Behind them, the figures were already shouting. For a moment, their fingers fumbled around at the contraption, before, at last, they did it. They turned the lock.

The door burst open, and a gust of freezing air with it. Counselor was practically thrown backwards with the sheer force of it, sending them stumbling.

Before Villain, three more of the faceless figures approached, seeming as though they had been in the middle of something. Within a moment, they had turned to them, grasping desperately in a flurry of hands.

With clumsy strikes, Villain did their best to bat them away, but found a pair of strong hands pushing them to their knees, and then onto their face.

Why was everything so white? No, the facility didn’t look like that. It was so bright. They blinked. Where were they? With an absentminded hand, they reached to their neck, feeling for their collar, only to find nothing but frigid skin.

Just as quickly, their hand was pulled behind their back, along with their other arm. The cuffs were soft, fabric, rather than the biting hold of metal. A moment later, more fabric was piled on top of them as a blanket was draped over their shoulders.

Where were they?

Again, they blinked, only to find the facility replaced with a bright, sterile hallway. Where had they gone. Had they gone unconscious? They tried to struggle, but found themself unable.

“It’s okay.” The voice sounded like it was coming from a million miles away. “You’re okay. The doctors are going to be here any second. Just hold on. Hold on. It’s going to be okay.”

It didn’t make sense, but right about now, nothing did. The screeching wheels of a rapidly approaching gurney were the last thing Villain heard as they collapsed into blackness.

#whump #whump prompt #whump trope #environmental whump #cold whump #hero villain whump

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squidpro-quo · 4 years

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oh my god oh my god please give more blind kaito im literally crying?? i wanna see him in Action

Oh my goodness, I tried my best! I hope it’s alright, I switched up the perspectives for this one! Thank you so much for asking, I had fun getting back to this!

Part 3

A tone sounded in Kaito’s ear, then the soft, barely perceptible tick of the seconds left behind before his performance began. He crouched in the grate, elbow braced against the side and kept his breathing even while he ran over what needed to happen in the next few seconds. He’d cut it close this time, leaving himself only nine hours to figure everything out fully and then to memorize it all as well. But if nothing else, tonight would bring a victory one way or another, with the added challenge of Hakuba’s close scrutiny focused on his every move it would make the exhilaration of escape even sweeter, and perhaps temper the disappointment the Ballerina’s Ballad would likely bring.

The thought of Hakuba made him settle, which was a betrayal to his thief’s sensibilities if there ever was one. As soon as he’d heard of the detective joining their class he’d expected it to be the perfect way to spy on one of his accomplished pursuers in close quarters, but then Hakuba had to go and be so damn polite, and yet so sharp at the same time. Sharp enough to cut through any pretenses Kaito feigned at for every hazard and barb he put before Hakuba, and sharp enough to consider something no one else, not even the most crazy fans, had ever considered: that Kaito KID, the elusive moonlit phantom, might be blind.

And that first accusation had sent his heart racing, not least because of the tone Hakuba had used, so determined and passionate about the truth of his conclusion, that Kaito had fought to keep his poker face instead of letting his smile melt into something more touched. From there, it had just kept going. The need to pull Hakuba careening towards him, testing whether it had been just a momentary delusion or something real, and then the date he’d never expected to be asked on, it was all good fun until he’d realized that in the process of trying to trip Hakuba up, he’d been swept off his own feet. He didn’t miss how Hakuba’s touch sent a shiver through him, nor the genuine excitement over the suggestion of dancing with him—hell, he’d even used the sound of Hakuba’s watch ticking as the audio for his countdown. He was well and truly caught, in one definition of the word and he had a feeling it wouldn’t be too long until Hakuba caught him out in another way too. But he was willing to play with fire, to feel the warmth that came from being near him and with him.

The last ten seconds started and Kaito tensed, laying his hands on the cold metal in readiness and wishing fingerless gloves went better with his top-hat and cape. In the beginning, he’d worn the gloves his father had, but with so much of what he did reliant on touch, it was best not to forgo that sense on top of everything else.

Three…

Two…

One…

Kaito flung himself into the darkness that descended on the ballroom outside his post, a wide grin spreading across his face as he heard the startled yells of alarm and the call for flashlights went up in Nakamori’s familiar boom. From the edge of the grate, it took only four long strides for him to reach the corner of the platform and another two steps along it to reach the first square that had to be triggered.

He had to hand it to the police squad, or more accurately, the ballet director, for thinking up this kind of security instead of a conventional method of lock and key. It had certainly required more than his usual methods to ascertain the combination, but trust Nakamori to be willing to show him the way with a conveniently placed positioning tracker. Aoko’s father had never been one to forgo asking his opinion in times of quandary and the physicality of Nakamori’s fondness was one he’d always appreciated. Taking advantage of it had given him just the slightest tinge of guilt, considering how much it meant when only his mother’s voice reached him from overseas, but for the sake of his goal, he’d brushed the reticence aside.

As for the sequence, after memorizing the dimensions of so many floor plans and furniture layouts, both for heists and for general school use, it was simply a matter of practice before he could have completed the steps in his sleep. He’d spent the last few hours of his preparation running through it over and over again on the floor of the lair, making sure he didn’t hit the bounds or overshoot his trajectory on the jumps.

Just as he heard the lights click back on, he reached the display case and was greeted by one of the best sounds in the world: the gasps of the task force as they realized he already had the jewel in hand. It was a true pleasure to catch them off-kilter, even when he’d specifically warned them ahead of time, there was just a thrill to it.

“KID!” And that voice, Hakuba’s yell that only made his grin grow wider as he tipped his hat in the direction it had come from. “Stop right there!”

“You underestimated my dancing prowess I see, but a magician should be as good with his feet as he is with his hands.”

He froze in the center pretending to admire the shine of the beryl as he held it up to the newly restored light, instead listening to the sound of the approaching rush of guards and estimating just how far away they were. As soon as the first officer’s footstep changed tone, from the dull thud on polished wood to the sharp clap on the dance parquet, Kaito braced his leg on top of the case and jumped.

His already upraised hand sprouted a grapple that snaked up to snag on the smooth ceiling, pulling him aloft at the apex of his jump and swinging him towards the door he’d marked ahead of time for an easier exit. The pile of officers that had doubtless formed behind him shouted and swore but the trap that they had so expertly set for him had sprung on them instead.

He knew his next moves down to the inch: the door was exactly forty-five feet from the parquet, a small lobby beyond fifteen feet wide with couches arranged in a diamond pattern leaving a clean route straight through to another door twenty feet ahead opening onto a corridor. From there it would be a simple escape through a side entrance fifty feet to the right. Anyone who found him outside the building would be treated to a frail old man hobbling along on his walker.

Confident in his path, he slid along the waxed floor when he landed and held out a hand to tap the door as he passed, starting the stride count in his head. Three feet, six feet, ni—his elbow caught the edge of something as he passed through the middle of the lobby, a pedestal he didn’t remember from his orientation of the room. It shouldn’t have been there, he wasn’t one to miss something so obviously in his path and he’d certainly made his rounds thoroughly that afternoon. Nevertheless, it had been in his way and he should’ve been able to avoid it. He twisted, hands finding the edge of the pedestal and searching for something to grab and right into place but whatever had been on it smashed to the floor a second later, the pieces raining over his shoes and the pristine tiles.

“KID?” Hakuba’s voice sounded from far too close, somewhere to his left and Kaito startled, a shard of the mystery object crunching under his feet. He didn’t have any time to dwell on this, Hakuba was already a liability from having too many suspicions, there was no reason to give him an opportunity to have any more. Orienting himself again with a swift pivot of the heel, he raced for the corridor again, tossing a pair of smoke bombs behind him as a parting gift.

A few seconds later, he’d divested himself of his cape and hat, donning the sweater vest and loafers of his disguise and the fire escape opened under his hands quietly and easily. He stepped into the crisp night air to let himself blend into the audience of onlookers congregated near the front of the building, the gem heavy in his pocket, waiting with possibility. But despite the success of the evening, the thought still kept coming back to him, unbidden and unnerving: how much had Hakuba seen?

Part 5

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#dcmk #magic kaito #hakuba saguru #kuroba kaito #hakukai #my writing #prompt response #ask tag #ahhh i need to get on these prompts #I'm doing my best I'm sorry!#blind!kaito au

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rboooks · 5 years

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Based on the wonderful fic C’est La Vie by the ever talented @cywscross. I just love the fic so much and I am very late to the fandom but whatever.

AU: Had Hadrian had arrived a little earlier and Fate had given him a different back story.

Orion Black had not noticed the new store until it’s opening day.

He had been passing by with his Father who was ever so excited about buying Orion his Hogwarts supplies, insisting they needed to beat the crowds and go the moment the owl dropped it off at their home. (He knows the real reason, of course, being werewolves made it difficult to shop and “beating the crowds” was another way of saying “Avoid large amounts of discrimination”. He let his father think he wasn’t aware though)

Orion couldn’t work up the energy to match Father’s enthusiasm. His first year of Hogwarts was everything and nothing like he expected it to be. He knew he would meet students who would not like him for his condiction but he had hope that he could make some kind of friends. Naive as it was, he went there with the desire to find the kind of best mates his Father had found among the magical castle walls.

That hope had been shoot down the moment the headmaster announced what he was. Harry, always eager to put Orion in his place, jumped at the chance to turn everyone against him until it felt like he was sitting behind enemy lines no matter where he was.

Add to the fact, he was sharing a room with Harry and his new idiot best friends not to mention the open hostility Weasley and Longbottom showed when drawing that line. Orion could honestly say he hated every second of his schooling.

Throughout the year, the eleven-year-old encountered some kids who seem friendly at first, but it all had ended up as a prank, often with Harry as the mastermind behind them. It was eye-opening, in a twisted so of way, to realize just how the world saw him.

A part of him wanted nothing more than to burn the second year Hogwarts letter and never return. But he was no coward. He would not run away from reality. He was a Gryffindor after all, and he would endure these next six years like he did his first. (Maybe, just maybe this year will be different? First years wouldn’t be told of his status...maybe one of them would like him)

“’ Rion? Would you like to go get your books first or some new robes?” Father called, smile soft but the corners of his eyes strain with distress when his son did nothing more than stare at him for a few seconds before shrugging.

All summer long, the young werewolf had spoken as minimum as he could, shut away in his room. He’s always been a bit reserved and socially awkward but never to these levels.

Orion knew his parents were worried, had known each time they came over during the full moons. They tried their best to cheer him up, to get him to talk but even that took the levels of energy he just wasn’t feeling anymore. Each passing day at Hogwarts caused him to shrink further in on himself in order to protect what little Orion could of his heart and now, well into the summer he seem unable to unshrink. Not even for his parents’ sake.

“Well, how about-”

Whatever Father was going to say was lost on Orion, because his attention had been taken by a new store. The one that had just open with no pre-warning. (Magic buildings tended to do that but they were at least advertise days beforehand in order to generate some kind of clientele).

Or to be more precise Orion’s attention had been taken by the young boy standing in front of it, who was staring right back at him with wide eye astonishment. The boy was small, almost delicate face but painfully average and the only thing that really stood out were his green eyes. He was wearing Muggle brown trousers and a plain white shirt, a white apron was thrown over his outfit and a tray of little cups in his hands.

He must have been handing out samples.

Orion sent him a sneer, suddenly angry that even here, even away from his classmates, other kids still stare at him like he shouldn't be real.

The boy didn’t so much as blink. He returns the sneer with an intrigued look, unoffended in any kind of way before his eyes shift up to look at Father who had to realize Orion was no longer listening. It was only because he was watching that Orion caught the ripple of emotions that went over the boy’s face before it settles into a calm friendly glance.

“Is that one of your school friends?” Father asks a tad bit too eagerly. To Orion’s horror, he was already moving in the direction of the child even before finishing his question.

This seems to be all the approval the stranger needs, seeing as he straightens up, turning in their direction fully. Before he could state he had no friends, the boy left his post and was walking quickly in their direction.

It was almost a run, but the boy didn’t seem to waste a single step, graceful in a way that didn’t make sense. There might be a mistake, maybe the sounds of the always busy alley masking it, but he swore he couldn’t hear his footsteps either. In only a matter of seconds, he was standing before Orion, holding out his little try.

“Free sample?” The werewolf didn’t miss the way he seems to stare at him like he was drinking up his features.

Orion said nothing staring back at him before his father cleared his throat an obvious sign he was disapproving of his manners. “Um, what is it?”

“Dragon’s Breath. You stick the puffball in any of these flavors and blow smoke out while you eat” The boy said easily, and for a startling moment, he realizes he may not be all that young. In fact, they may even be near the same age despite how tiny this kid was. “It’s really popular in the States.”

“Are you from the States?” Father asked taking the toothpick the boy offers and stabbing one of the puffs. He quickly dunks it in the white melted chocolate like Orion knew he would.

“I’m from all over.” The kid answers staring up at him with an odd emotion in his eyes. “My parents were curse breakers so the family traveled a lot.”

His eyes flicker to Orion. “Would you like one?”

He doesn’t answer, and the air thickens with awkward stillness for a few seconds before Orion careful takes one of the puffs going for the caramel flavor. Luckily the other doesn’t seem all that offended, patiently giving him time to decide what he wanted.

Once it’s in his mouth the flavor of caramel dances over his tongue, and he makes a small O with his lips as smoke rushes out. It’s not a little puff like he expected by a long white smoky breath of air that curls and flickers in the air.

It’s kinda wicked.

His Father blows out his own smoke smiling. It’s as interesting watching as it is being the one to perform it. “Your dad would love this.”

The boy beams. “We sell some take-home boxes with various flavors if you like to take him some? I’m Hadrian by the way. Hadrian Evans”

“Remus Lupin,” Father answers charmed by Evans. “This is my son Orion Black.”

If he’s curious about the different last names then Evans doesn’t show it. Instead, he bobs his head at him respectfully. “Nice to meet you”

Maybe this year was worst on him then he thought because Orion finds words falling out of his mouth before he can stop himself. “I’m a werewolf.”

He waits for the fear, or the hatred aware his father has stiffened next to him but unwilling to look away from the green eyes. Evans doesn’t faze in the slightest instead, he raises a brow looking far too amused. “That’s nice. I’m a wizard myself”

He wonders if the bewilderment he feels is showing on his face. It was...such a lack of reaction even Father did a double take. What does one even say to that?

Evans suddenly smiles, warm and friendly in equal parts, and Orion doesn’t know what to do in the glory of it. “I like you.”

Is this what it feels like to be kicked in the chest?

“Hadrian Evans!” A man’s voice suddenly cuts through the air, sharp with chiding. Evans winces, for the first time looking like a child.

Walking towards them is an older looking Evans. He’s got long dark uncontrol hair, poorly pulled into a ponytail, like it was shoved there despite it not wanting to be. Loose stands swung rebelliously out, his green eyes aren’t nearly as bright at Evans, more moss then brilliant jewel but they are the same shapes.

He’s older but far too young to be Evans father. A brother perhaps?

His face is pulled into a nasty scowl. “Young man, what did I say about wandering off by yourself? You could have been kidnapped!”

“Sorry Will,” Evans tells...older Evans. He gestures to the werewolves, his eyes seemed to convey another strange emotion. “I just wanted to meet someone my age.”

Orion feels his face heat up as the older man cuts his gaze at him and Father, looking like he suddenly understands why Evans disobeyed him. For some reason, he is embarrassed by that. (From the corner of his eye he peaks up at his parent and is meet with gleeful amusement, beaming in parental pride. His face grows hotter)

“It’s fine, just don’t do it again.” He huffs rubbing Evans’ hair roughly. He grins over at the werewolves open and friendly as Evans. “Sorry about him. He tends to ignore social rules. I’m Will Evans, this brat’s older brother.”

The pair of brothers invite them back to their shop, called Dimension Hoppers, which turns out to be a general store of various imported objects from all over the world. There are so many new things that Orion could barely choose where to look, Hadrien dragging him along pointing and explaining what each item was, with obvious enthusiasm.

Especially when they came across the Ancient Runes section. Orion thinks that’s his new...friend?...favorite topic.

Obviously, he had some experience as a salesman, because he doesn’t flatter whenever Orion asks questions nor tries to push a sale. He just gives a general tour of all the allies as the grown-up talk up front.

Turns out Will was also a curse breaker, following his parents' footsteps. After their deaths, he gained guardship over Hadrian and had chosen to start a business using the family connects to supply rare objects from around the world, so he could be close by when Hadrien started Hogwarts.

“He was going to homeschool me,” Hadrian says a few hours later walking with him as the pair finish shopping for their school supplies that weren’t sold in his brother's shop.

Which were only like five things. Orion himself had most of his list finished there too. The prices were much fairer and his Father had been overjoyed that they could save some for new robes.

“But I kinda always wanted to go to an actual school instead of being taught everything on the road, you know?”

He didn’t. But he also didn’t know how in the world he left Dimension Hoppers with an invitation to come back and hang out sometime before Hogwarts. Nor why in world, Will had passed him some Dragon Breath’s boxes on the house for his brother’s first friend on their way out.

His father wouldn’t stop smiling and...neither could he. Orion hadn’t had this much fun in a long time. He already couldn’t wait to see Hadrian again.

Maybe his second year at Hogwarts won’t be all that bad after all.

#harry potter #C'est La Vie #Orion Black #Hadrian Evans #Au: Dimension Hoppers Store #Will is actaully Bill Weasley from the previous world #He woke as himself but the two preform a Blood Adoption to make him a Evans #He is upset his hair won't listen anymore but unwilling to give up long hair #Hadrian is out there making friends #Cover store as store owners #Orion may be Occ but that's due to him only facing one year of bullying instead of four #Remus misunderstood and now thinks Hadrian has a crush on his son #OrionXHadrian

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Discovering a Computer Service Center You Can Trust Fund

Your have a computer repair that requires to get done right now. You are ready to take it anywhere. Concern is, where should you take it? Does it actually matter where you take it? I would suggest that it does. Here are some things you might have not considered before. PC Repairs

What sort of reverse time do they have? Some computer system repair shops will take two to three weeks to return your computer to you. Are you ready to be without your computer for that long? Otherwise, shop around. There are computer system service center that can get your computer back to you in just a few hours. Some of these faster companies can bill a lot more yet the rate is worth it if you are working with a huge project that has to get done as soon as possible.

What do they bill for their hourly fee? Some firms bill actually high fees and take an actually long time to obtain the computer system back to you. You wish to take your repair service to a computer repair shop that will certainly fast as well as will certainly do the repair right the first time. Try to find a computer service center that uploads their prices. Most shops have an established catalog for particular tasks. Try to find a business that can offer you a solid quote before they start their job. You must likewise ensure they will certainly contact you for authorization if there is any type of reason to boost their repair service expense prior to they start the repair service PC Repairs.

Computer System Repair Service - Choosing a Computer System Service Center While on Vacation

Even in this slowing economy, lots of people still handle to take a holiday. As well as if you are like me, whether you travel for service and/or satisfaction, you bring a laptop.

Getaway Issues

Unfortunately, a fair quantity of people have their laptops damage while vacationing. As careful as you attempt to be, you run out your element and things happen. Maybe it gets dropped at the resort, or maybe you obtain it infected with viruses or spyware while searching online for information about your area. Now, I'm not saying by any means, that Googling for info about some vacation hotspot straight causes getting contaminated. However internet search engine outcomes can lead you to destructive links.

Everybody's internet searching routines are different, their internet sharp vary and so do the safety and security items they use. I know of people vacationing that have actually taken numerous video clips and pictures as well as downloaded them to their laptop computer so they can take more the following day. After that ... BOOM! an unexpected and unforeseen issue occurs with their laptop computer PC Repairs.

If you aren't there for long as well as have a serious trouble, you could simply want to wait till you get residence to have it fixed. However if you have a pair days, or have a computer system emergency situation that can't wait, there are many regional computer system fixing firms that can assist.

Exactly how to Select a Neighborhood Computer Repair Company

First of all, if your computer still start up and you think it is simply a software trouble such as a program error or a spyware infection, you are a great candidate for an on site go to. But if you want service the same day you call, you must call as early as possible, as on site solution is normally by visit only PC Repairs.

An additional note regarding on site service is that there are a variety of mobile only specialists (free-lancers) and stores that can dispatch their very own mobile professionals. In either case, their charge as well as level of experience can differ considerably. I need to admit, that when a customer is concerned concerning whether the technician can handle the job, I do not like obtaining talked to over the phone for 15 mins and after that the prospective consumer asks if they can call you back. That normally implies to us that you have no intention of calling back and also you simply really did not want to harm our feelings. Whatever the situation, there was some objection, generally the cost, trust, inquiries about being able to handle the work, organizing, or whatever PC Repairs.

Asking Concerns

What I would certainly state you should seek, is a specialist that agrees to pay attention to your trouble, and after that ask "YOU" sufficient inquiries to obtain a company understanding about your computer trouble. Many customers have a hard time attempting to explain their issue and just require a little support. You ought to begin feeling secure when the service technician begins to clarify the symptoms and also some feasible causes back to you in words that make sense. I have fixed sufficient computers (lots of thousands) that I can possibly get sufficient information out of you to describe the situation that brought about your issue, along with a fair estimate.

Inside Information

Currently some professionals, including myself sometimes, will certainly have a tendency to restrict "all" the feasible causes for your problem, so as not to frighten you. We can only do so a lot over the phone, and also if there were a small chance of the issue being a pricey motherboard, I wouldn't want to dwell on that if it were more probable to be another thing. Envision your Medical professional discussing cancer cells when you thought you just had a negative cold, and he had not also run any type of examinations yet. However sometimes, despite just how much we hope it isn't serious, often it is. Currently simply to be reasonable, I recognize the client likewise often tends to maintain info to themselves also, for the anxiety that exposing every little thing will certainly make the task cost extra. Whatever the problems are, they will eventually be disclosed throughout fixing anyway. However called long as possible up front aids us to offer you a far better estimate over the phone so we can perform the repair service with no surprises ... for "both" people. Simply remember that we have no control over what you bring us ... what it is, is what it is PC Repairs.

Sadly, some service technicians just intend to set the consultation and don't wish to claim a lot over the phone besides to set the consultation. These guys do not know what they will certainly be walking right into, and also you may obtain a surprise in your bill. I such as to take a little bit of time as well as speak about the problem to see if the task even qualifies to be done on site, because frankly, there are some jobs I do not wish to accept, at the very least out website. They may be labor intensive, making it hard to maintain the rate down, or it simply may require the full-service abilities of a shop.

How much time Should a Repair Work Take?

The majority of on site techs charge per hour, as well as most "telephone certified" tasks need to be able to be repaired on site in between 1 - 2 hours. For suspicious tasks and also outright labor intensive work, I recommend you bring them into a store. Once checked-in store, the whole fixing process is different. Techs need to deal with numerous computer systems simultaneously. Not a big bargain, but it makes an average repair work take in between 2 -4 days.

While dealing without your computer for a few days may give you convulsions, you will be getting a lot even more worth for your money and also the cost is normally based on a level price. I recognize that we perform hrs of additional tedious work like Windows Updates, Disk Defragmentation, Scanning the Hard disk for mistakes, physical cleaning, and also more. Points that you absolutely would not wish to pay additional for if done on site. Having a computer in-shop additionally helps the technology to observe it long enough to see if there are any kind of intermittent problems. Visiting your residence or resort for a hr or so could not disclose these types of troubles PC Repairs.

Most stores additionally have an "accelerate" solution for in-shop repair services where your computer system can be sent to the head of the line, and oftentimes, these can be repaired within 24-hour or even the same day if brought in early enough. Currently all this is based on bringing your computer system into a "local shop" not one of those mega computer system stores.

One thing I neglected to state, is that if you still have a means to get online, I recommend you utilize the net to Google for a neighborhood computer system store. Google is respectable at providing a list of local business and you will certainly have the ability to develop an impact of the company you are calling by their web site, in addition to, that, what, where, why and also how much they are prior to they call. You can likewise contrast what they claim on their web site to what they say over the phone.

Whoever you choose is inevitably your option, however I wish this short article aided notify you concerning a few things you probably never ever believed when it involves choosing a computer system fixing company, whether you are on holiday or in your home town PC Repairs.

Computer System Fixing Buying

Computer Repair work.

When seeking a computer system service center, lots of customers are as doubtful as they would be when acquiring an utilized car, or looking for vehicle repair service. Like the auto market, there is no scarcity of computer system repair service procedures that are more than delighted to benefit from people who are left with no option yet to trust them. Commonly these locations overcharge, are not concerned with maintaining you as a repeat consumer, and/or will not extensively repair the computer system at all. In a lot of cities in the areas though, there are lots of truthful as well as diligent PC fixing techs, and also its most likely you'll be searching for one ultimately if you use a computer daily. Below are a couple of key points to consider when looking for a new computer system repair service guy.

Exactly how to find computer system repair shop?

Word of mouth is constantly reputable, yet not always offered. If you have been residing in the very same area for a long time, or occur to know several people in your town, ask about. Possibilities are that if you have 3 pals a minimum of among them has used a regional computer repair work solution. Additionally, as well as much more reasonably, making use of an internet search is a fantastic (possibly the greatest) way to locate a computer system repair work service. Here's why; making a site quickly searchable and also noticeable is something that needs a certain expertise and also skill, by the time a person has actually created an internet site that looks expert, and also made it quickly searchable for their geo-specific location, they likely are educated and also expert in the modern technology field PC Repairs.

Just how to tell a repair shop is a good one?

First impressions are vital. Exactly how does their advertising and marketing look? Does their website/signs/business card appear like it was made by an innovation specialist? Does the workdesk clerk solution questions/have any appropriate expertise? Does the building resemble a genuine service, or a sham operation someone is running out of their house? Most computer repair shops provide at the very least a couple of standard services, like laptop computer display substitute, infection removal, hard drive replacement, and raising handling rate. Be wary of shops that only offer, or case to "specialize" in one service PC Repairs.

What makes a computer system repair business far better than another?

There are a couple of distinctive and essential high qualities that divide the poor from the good, as well as the great from the terrific PC service center. Initially, ask about turnaround time. Computer system fixing takes some time; particularly when details parts require to be bought, but no person intends to be without their PC for a month to get a brand-new hard drive mounted. Most computer fixing jobs will certainly take a couple of hours once they are really started. If the shop attempts to encourage you then require weeks for the repair work, or are so busy they will not reach your job for weeks, discover another business. Next off, ask about a warranty or warranty on the work. 3rd party tech can not guarantee produces parts, however you require to understand that if they damage your computer system even more, or it breaks shortly after you get it back, that you have some recourse. The majority of great stores will certainly guarantee their work for 30-90 days. One more point to think about is the dimension of the company. Large business like Best Buy and also Geek Team are risk-free, since they are most likely to have the most considerable guarantees and insurance policies, but are often pricey, and also will apply basic solutions to your computer system, rather than extensively solve any kind of problems. Smaller stores are more likely to solve really specific issues, and also work about delicate needs, however you run the risk of taking care of bogus companies. Utilize your best judgment.

Obtain Your COMPUTER Fixed by Top Quality Computer System Fix Store

Computer systems have actually ended up being a very important part of our lives be it at the workplace or in your home. Our service is completely depending on the computer systems; on the other hand we utilize a computer in our homes as a home amusement gadget. Many business all over the globe are making a wide range of computers that remain in excellent demand around the globe too. The computer makes our lives pretty simple however if it instantly quits working after that our life is completely ruined. Infection strikes are rather common if you are making use of net and also these virus attacks can be pretty serious as well PC Repairs.

But you don't require to stress you can conveniently obtain your computer dealt with from the closest computer system service centers. Several computer systems damage down daily but there are thousands of computer systems experts who can repair your computer at a nominal cost. For locating a computer system repairing shop just type computer system repair work Sydney in an online search engine as well as you will most definitely come across tons of information and a variety of stores as well. These repairing shops have worked with some of the most competent as well as qualified experts that can spot any type of error within minutes. Furthermore these are loaded with all devices which assist out of commission any type of problem.

Mobile computer system repair work generally imply a group of computer system experts who prepare to fix any trouble at anytime as well as they are simply a call away. The mobile computer system repair work Sydney is really well-known around the city and also is engaged in successfully serving hundreds of homes and offices for the past many years. The computer system repair shops can repair all kind of computers no matter if you have an older version which is not in use any longer. All these provider charge a nominal cost for common problems. Furthermore, they recognize the value of time and offer these services in the minimal time possible PC Repairs.

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The Fishbone and the Firelily (Part 16)

Blood slipped between her rigid fingers. She couldn’t tell where I was coming from or if it was even blood at all. Somehow it felt too clumpy to be blood.

She jolted, a phantom of a movement. Her eyes fluttered.

Her body grew more stony—stony, heavy and impossible to move. Yet she could continue to bleed.

She gave a soft whimper.

Her face was completely transformed now, into cracked stone that threatened to crumble and fall away. Through the cracks oozed a steady stream of crimson that pooled at her feet. She was crumbling, she knew it by the sharp pangs that accompanied the sound of rock clattering to the floor.

She felt him pull her closer, his head atop hers. His scent filtered in and the dream faded into obscurity and then into something else altogether.

She was still in a cave, but instead of nearly pitch darkness, a hole in the ceiling sent curtains of light across her face. The liquid beneath her bare feet was the color of polished diamond. She supposed that it should have been cold, but it wasn’t. She walked forward, the sound of her feet splashing through the water echoed about the cave chamber creating a surreal auditory perception that let her know she must still be fully enveloped in a dream. She continued to follow the path in which the water flowed, until it opened into a body of water that filled the back of the chamber. It must run beneath the slit in the wall and would probably open up once again into some bigger expanse some miles away.

Gems in hues of azure blue and aquamarine dazzled the ceiling, she could see them on the surface of the water. Beneath the surface she could see—in place of kelps and corals—clusters of spiky diamonds spurting from rocks with tiny pearl dots in the crevices. She would have to take care not to shred her feet on them as she swam. There was a certainty though, a serene certainty, that she wouldn’t do so. They were down pretty deep anyhow. She slipped her dress off and fell in.

Azula found herself thankful that she only remembered the nightmare in bits and pieces. Though she was less pleased that she didn’t recall anything that happened after she had removed her dress. Mayhaps, nothing happened at all. She lay on her stomach, her hair fanning out over her shoulders and rippling down her back. Her head rested upon her arms as she took in the charming sounds of the sunrise and the delicate trickling of a nearby creek, she could almost pretend that it was the sound of the water she had followed in the realm of dreams. At some point during the night, Sokka had slipped his hand under shirt and was rubbing small circles on her back. Perhaps that was the stimuli that fueled her dream, for a small snippet replayed itself; arms coming to loop around her waist, she could feel careful hands caressing the skin of her naked back. She closed her eyes again and tried to recall it in full. Her attempt amounted to nothing but a faint recollection of a feeling. Dawn had not quite broken yet; the sky was still a rather deep shade of blue. She repositioned her head and closed her eyes again, hoping that the dream would find her again. She was not asleep though, so it refused to come to the surface again.

“Good morning.” Sokka greeted sleepily, giving her bicep a squeeze. She supposed that was a decently nice thing to wake to. He helped her sit up and kissed her nose. “Do you want me to brush your hair?”

“Try not to snag it.” She answered.

He shuffled through her bag and found her comb. Once he had her hair fastened into a ponytail—he couldn’t manage to get it into the topknot she desired—they were on their way.

“What are you going to do when you get home?” Aang asked.

Truth be told, she didn’t think she would make it out alive, much less make it home. So she made no plans, what use had a dead woman for plans? “I’ll do whatever I feel at the time.” She replied with a vague feeling Zuko would be a part of whatever it may be. “Though that trip to the spa I mentioned to Katara might be a good place to start.” She didn’t feel up to thinking about how to break the news of her condition to the whole of the Fire Nation. At the very least, she’d have more hands to help her about, when she got back to the palace.

“Katara would enjoy that.” He agreed.

“I could use a spa, that’s for sure.” Suki added.

“Of course.” Azula replied flatly. Even with nothing to envy of her, Azula still felt a residual resentment of the woman and she couldn’t quite seem to shove it aside. She could sense that the feeling was mutual, her words had been laced with tension. The Kyoshi warrior had to hold her at least a degree responsible for the upheaval of her relationship. It became especially clear when Sokka shifted her position in his arms.

The following hour came with boughs of unfounded paranoia to a level she hadn’t felt since the comet. Accompanying the former firebender was a vague sense that something lurked between the trees with sharp and watchful eyes. She couldn’t be sure of its intent. Once or twice she spied a tumble of rocks moving alongside them but the instant she blinked was the very same instant they hid themselves once more. She could have sworn she was over the dull sense of horror after she had exited that dreary cave. The worst of it had passed, it had to have, she reminded herself. What else could he possibly want vengeance for? She squinted into the deeper jungle, trying to observe something…anything that could verify her jittery frame of mind.

“We need to take another break.” Sokka cut through her concentration.

“We just took one ten minutes ago.” Katara objected.

“We told you that if you had to use the bathroom, to do it then.” Toph added.

“She doesn’t look so good.” Sokka stated. It took Azula longer than it should have to realize that he was speaking of her. She wondered all at once if her delusions were the product of another wave of fever. Her focus on finding the source was so intense, she scarcely noticed the dizzy feeling coming over her. It made little sense, she felt fine earlier.

“We should have…” His words were growing muddled and unclear to her ears. “Rest more.” His voice was distant and muffled, as though someone had stuffed cotton into her ears. The last thing she caught before completely falling away was, “pushing her too hard.” Her head fell back, as limply as the rest of her.

She was in her cave again. This time a draft ran through the chamber, carrying on it the scent of mint. She didn’t question it, the coolness felt well on her uncovered skin. With suddenness she came to a realization that was both peculiar and mundane at the same instant; she couldn’t feel her hair sweeping down her back. She lifted a hand to her head and ran her fingers through her hair, finding that it’s length only spanned as far as her neck.

She stepped forward, beckoned by a triangle of teal orbs. The drifted leisurely to the edge of the water where two bobbed up and down and one dropped to the very depth of the vast pool and then rose to the very top of the cave. This time before entering the pool, she dropped to her knees to more closely inspect the diamond cluster. And this time they offered a brilliant blue luminesce, not unlike her own fire. If only she may reach it.

A considerable amount of time had lapsed since Azula retreated back within herself. They had found a familiar stopping point and had the princess splayed upon the ground, under a tangle of roots. Katara had since waved the other three off to occupy themselves elsewhere. It was just she and Sokka who remained at her side. The water was murky, but it sufficed. Katara purified it to the best of her ability and hovered it over the Azula’s forehead.

She watched a few beads of water slip like tears from craggy stalactites. Most fell into the pool, a few rose back in the direction they had come, and one fell onto her palm. Azula held it out in front of her and for a moment simply observed it, waiting for it to do something fascinating, something noteworthy. But all it did was sit there, sparkling in her hand. She pressed on it with her pointer until it dried away. Her dress still lie in a silky heap on the floor. She slipped her body into the water again.

It was warmer this time.

More inviting.

And the crystals glowed beneath her. All of them, in many hues.

But she had her eyes on one.

Katara had the princess submerged neck deep, with Sokka to hold her head above water. For a few minutes the waterbender worked around Azula’s clothes. She didn’t particularly need to be precise yet. After a few minutes of a general, full body heal, she instructed Sokka to bring her to the shore. This time she stripped the princess down as much as she could without being invasive. She cleared Azula’s skin of most of the water that previously drenched it, leaving only a very particular set of trails.

Azula could see her own shadow at the bottom of the pool, watching it glide along with her as she kicked herself away from the southmost wall. She held both hands in front of her and drifted as far as her initial push allowed. And in the same way many dreams don’t make sense; she could, at the very same time, observe herself from a bird’s-eye view. As she drifted beneath the surface, she came to roll onto her back before resurfacing. What was left of her hair flowed with the water in lazy S’s. There came the sensation of spectral fingers running over her chi points. From her normal sight she could observe nothing, but with a focus on her bird’s-eye vision, she could see those opaque fingers trailing about her slender figure. Her body became a maze of intricate glowing blue lines. She arched her back and let herself fall beneath the water.

The crystal...

Her crystal, was pulsing so bright.

The time at which she woke—in only the most partial sense—could have been the deep indigo of dawn or the navy shade of night’s beginning. She couldn’t gauge it for certain and was too sleep-dazed to take the other sleeping forms into account. She longed to know if her fingers had come to close around the crystals. But much like the first instance, she was drawing a blank. All at once the desire to return to that place devoured her. Having been not very much awake in the first place, her heavy eyelids fell blissfully shut again. This time she found herself in luck—though choppy in timeframe—the dream came back to greet her as soon as she found herself fully asleep once more.

She was floating on her back. A different pair of hands where underneath her body, it seemed as if the other was trying to teach her how to float. She was staring at the moon through the hole in the ceiling. She let out a breath and watched it float into the air as a sparkling puff of silvery smoke. She felt a sense of ease that she hoped to keep forever. His hand was on her tummy, and he was moving it slowly towards her chest. She cupped her own hand over it. His other hand was at the base of her spine. She could still feel the pleasant tingle left there in the wake of the phantom fingers. His touch came to rest atop her chest. She thought he might do more, but instead he held her there, waiting for her to make the first move. Even in the world of dreams she hadn’t the faintest clue how to navigate such a situation. So instead she let Sokka do the work. He didn’t take things where she had expected him to—perhaps because she hadn’t yet the true and physical experience to create such a fantasy. Instead he swam with her to the bottom of the pool, taking extra care to avoid the crystalline hazards at the bottom. It was no longer aglow, but she could spot various clumps of quartz in every direction. She lost sight of her diamond-pearl bunch.

She shouldn’t have been able, but she opened her mouth and took a successful breath. They were free to stay beneath the shallow for as long as they had interest in doing so. He took her hands in his and spoke to her. She couldn’t hear the sound of his voice nor read his lips. But the message appeared clear in the bubbles. He was asking her to show him her fire. Azula let the fire spray from her hands. If she couldn’t have it in the wakeful hours, she would make a show in the world of dreams. From her hands she unleashed an assortment of animals from the common dog-frog to the most fantastical dragons. And for effect, she sent out zigzags of lightening to flow within the currents. The bolts hung suspended in the water as the fiery animals danced with a life of their own. Into the air, she sent a hawk of blue. She and Sokka watched it rise from the pond and presumably out of the hole in the ceiling. He gave her a warm smile.

An encouraging one. She had never used her bending for anything but battle or the practical. Never used it for the sake of performance. She wished she had.

Sokka guided her to the very bottom of the pool, his hair rising and dancing like seaweed as he pressed his lips onto her own.

They came back to the surface again, both of them floating on their backs. He locked his hand with hers. From above came a rain of silver firelilies. Again, she had the view of someone gazing from a war-balloon. Beneath them a fever of stingrays flapped past, leaving behind clouds of swirling luminescence in the colors white and blue. Azula could best compare the sight to the time she had dropped a tinse of ink into her glass of water. The clouds came to drift around her body. She extended her arm towards the hole in the ceiling and ignited another flame. With the light around her and the flame licking her palm and a faint blue glow growing beneath her flesh, Azula felt sublimely ethereal.

#Azula #Sokka #Sokkla #Katara #Suki #Toph #Aang #Fanfiction #Avatar

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Febuwhump 2020: Run Into My Arms Again(Walk With Me Into The Light) Chapter 4: (Red Stains) I Would Go Through Anything For You

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22499866/chapters/53898919

AUTHOR NOTES:

Okayyy, so here is chapter 4! Thank you to each and every one of you that is reading! I have so much so loved writing this story... and there is sooooo much more to come! Buckle in guys!

Warnings: General violence/torture ... but if you can't handle either of these things you probably don't want to read any of this work.

Song: Run Boy Run x Woodkid

Here is the chapter:

Peter was pulled from the room, a screaming Morgan being left behind, by the chains wrapped around his wrist. He didn’t fight. He could read the threats. He fights, and Morgan takes the brunt of it. He would never put her in that position. Peter used the opportunity of being pulled from his room to get a good look around. He was hoping to see outside the facility to try and figure out exactly where he was.

It was just his luck that there were no windows on the entire walk. He was led to a musty staircase and up one flight. The entire building was barely lit, more lightbulbs were broken than were on. The walls were a dark grey cinder-block coated in mold. Water seemed to be leaking down from busted pipes and creating murky puddles along the eroded ground.

“You guys could have at least given us a better place to stay? What is this, the motel 6 of hostage facilities?” Peter’s senses flared as big-baddie on the left threw an elbow straight into Peter’s jaw. He grunted and ducked his head, trying to calm the stars that threatened to steal his vision.

To be completely honest, Peter was not thriving. Whatever had happened in the car accident – he felt like trash. The entirety of the left half of his body felt like a singular, giant bruise. His brain had taken enough rattling to last him a lifetime, and he was pretty sure that at least three of his fingers had been broken. Every step sent a stab of pain up his body, and he was fighting to keep his breath steady.

The stairs were an act of torture in themselves. His head was slowly beginning to pound harder and harder, every movement he made added to the pressure in his skull. He just had to cooperate and maybe this wouldn’t be too awful.

He had just managed to convince himself that this wasn’t going to be terrible when he made it to the top of the stairs. He felt his entire body falter as his feet seemed to cease working.

The room was a torture chamber.

Literally.

It was an entire cleared out floor, no walls splitting it up. But there were different sections spread throughout the rectangular room. Immediately in front of Peter was a metal surgical table with metal bars spread across it. He wouldn’t be able to move. Peter felt his hands beginning to sweat as the men holding him on either side let him take in the room with smirks on their faces.

To his left was a large screen with a chair bolted into the ground. The chair had strange bindings, a terrifying mix between leather and metal that was intertwined to keep him from moving. But the most intimidating aspect of it was the head-piece sat on the chair. Peter was turned then to the right before he could really inspect the chair. To the right there were two separate and equally horrifying things. On the far wall was shelves and shelves of equipment. Equipment that Peter did and didn’t recognize. Equipment that would be used to make him scream and cry. Peter felt like throwing up just looking at it. And on the right was a camera set-up. It was on a stand in front of a black backdrop with another metal chair bolted into the ground set up.

This was so much worse than he had anticipated that it was going to be. He hated to admit it, but he was completely terrified. He wanted the mask on his face. He wanted to be able to hide the wide eyes and set jaw. Every bone in his aching body screamed at him to GET OUT! Run, fight, dodge. Whatever it takes to put as much distance between this room and himself as possible. He wanted Tony. He wanted to be safe and protected from this. But he knew that Morgan was down the stairs. And he had no clue if he would be able to make it to her before the others did. It was not a risk Peter was willing to take. He would rather put himself through every ounce of pain that this room could hold before putting Morgan Stark in any sense of danger.

Peter was led over to the chair in front of the camera. His body naturally began to resist the force being used to make him sit. His knees locking up and pushing against the hands holding him.

“I would quit fighting, Mr. Parker. Lest little miss Stark gets uncomfortable in her room.” Peter immediately went still. He let his body be pliable as he was forced to sit in the metal chair. Metal and leather cuffs were latched over his arms, shins, and neck. His body was completely immobilized, and Peter felt his claustrophobia beginning to rise up in his chest. All he could think about was the building being closed in on top of him, struggling to move as concrete was piled on top of him – suffocating him down.

He took a deep breath, ignoring the twinge of pain in his side. He had to focus. He couldn’t lose his mind yet. He had to be able to control his brain right now.

“Alright boys, rough him up a bit. I need to go make a phone call, ten minutes until film time.” Hammer said as he slid out of the room. He looked completely out of place in this dungy room. His suit perfectly pressed and not a hair was out of place on his head. Peter looked at the two men as they walked over to the stacks upon stacks of weapons and tools.

He wanted to throw up. Peter flexed his hands as he leaned his head back. He could still feel the effects of the mist that Hammer had on a timer in his room. He felt hot and flustered all the time. His brain seemed to be sludge as he tried to figure out what was going on.

He had been lost in his thoughts when the men stepped up beside him. Peter blinked up at them, and there was no hint of humanity in their eyes.

Peter saw a set of brass knuckles on the taller man’s fist. The man’s punches would have hurt enough without the studded metal spread across his fist. The second man was holding a thin, glinting knife. Peter bit his lip as he stared straight ahead.

“Open your mouth.” Brass knuckles said. Peter had missed the other object in his hands. It was a thick leather strap with a place for his chin underneath it. Peter obeyed, as Knuckles walked up to him. When he turned the strap Peter saw that it held a mouth piece. Unceremoniously, the piece was shoved into his mouth. The leather chin piece molding under his chin. The leather above his lip met right under his nose, and there would be no noise to come out of this. Knuckles put the strap through the buckle and yanked it tight enough that Peter grunted from the pain. It just doubled the pressure in his head.

“Now we don’t have to hear you yelling.” Knife said as he placed the silver blade on Peter’s left arm. Peter closed his eyes as the blade was drawn down swiftly. The sharp sting raced across his nerves, but Peter just let out a quick breath. He peeled his eyes open just in time to see brass knuckles flying at his face.

Peter thought of MJ. Of the fear she must have felt the entire time he was fighting the Goblin. He thought about her eyes, the golden-brown set against the soft brown of her smooth skin. He lost himself – disassociating from the pain as he dreamt of gripping onto her hand once again.

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When Hammer rolled back into the room with a clap, Peter’s head was hanging low, tugging against the strap on his neck. If he had been in pain before, this was something completely new. Had his ribs on the right side of his body not been broken before, they certainly were now. His face was numb, his nose oozing blood down the strap. His lip was definitely busted underneath the leather and he could feel the blood leaking down his neck out from under his gag.

Hammer stood in front of Peter as Knuckles and Knives cleaned themselves off behind the camera. Hammer inspected Peter, turning his head as he looked the boy up and down. Peter felt a hand under his chin, as his head was pulled up. His eyes met Hammer’s and he wanted nothing more than for this man to stop touching him.

“This looks much better. I want Stark to know that I’m being very serious with my threats.” Hammer cleared his throat. “You know, I admire you, Peter. You could have resisted, could have gotten out in the beginning. But, you put yourself into a terrible place just to protect someone that Stark loves more than you. Were you scared? Scared that if you preserved yourself, then your rent-a-daddy might stop loving you? I mean, before little missy was brought into play, I think Stark needed a play-thing to be protective over. How different has it been since you got snapped back? How much less do you get invited over? How much time and effort does he put forth to Morgan compare to you? It’s probably not a bad thing if we just took you off his hands – I mean, he may even thank us to not have to worry about you anymore.” Then Hammer, whose eyes had been boring into Peter’s soul, turned away as though he hadn’t just been confirming Peter’s darkest thoughts. Peter tried to swallow around the lump in his throat.

“Alright men, action time.” Hammer said. Peter wanted to sit up, to wipe the blood from his face as the red recording light flipped on. Peter’s head felt loose on his shoulders as it dipped and swayed.

“Oh, hey Tony.” Hammer didn’t step into the view of the camera, just spoke from directly behind it as knuckles held a spotlight right in Peter’s eyes. He flinched away from the blazing light, the pain in his head growing as his senses went wild. It had been too long since he’d been in such bright lights that this was a straight attack on his senses. “It looks like I have something that belongs to you. Actually, you know what, I have two somethings that belong to you. Now, don’t you worry your pretty little head. Little Miss Stark is doing just fine. In fact, your rent-a-son decided to do whatever he needs to keep Little Miss pristine and untouched. Maybe that’s why you’ve kept this mutant around. I guess it’s a great way for you to make sure that no one harms your daughter.” Hammer hummed from behind the camera. “If I’m being honest though, I kind of expected him to be a bit more resilient. I mean, a few meetings with a knife and some brass knuckles, and look at him - he can’t even keep his head up!” Hammer teased. “Anyways, Stark, I’m going to keep these two to myself for a little bit, and you’ll get another message from me soon enough. You don’t have to worry about your daughter. She’s just fine, and will remain that way as long as the bug remains agreeable.” Peter felt tears pooling in his eyes. Every inch of this responsibility was resting on his shoulders and he absolutely hated it. He wasn’t strong enough. But he had to be. There wasn’t a choice. “Don’t wait up, Stark.” And the blinking light stilled. ___

Peter was dropped unceremoniously into his and Morgan’s cell. He grunted at the pain as he tried his best to hide the tears racing down his face. The shackles on his arms had been replaced with a thick metal band that was wrapped around his neck. The chain, thick and heavy, had been latched onto the wall behind him. They had left the gag on him, and he wanted nothing more than to take it off. Hammer, right before departing, had said that if Peter so much as laid a hand on the strap Morgan would be the next to have one. The threat had done its job, so Peter just tugged the girl up against his side, wrapping a steady arm around her as she cried. He rubbed comforting circles into the girl’s back, leaning his head against the cinder block as he did his best to keep from letting his cries jostle the sleeping girl too much. He watched as the blood from the cuts spread and dropped onto his white shirt. Red stains to stick with him. Never letting him forget his first wretched day in that hell-hole.

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