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beckandthebois · 5 months

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Posted this on Ao3 in October, though I should start posting them here in preparation for my bigger fic I'm planning on posting sometime. Hopefully some time soon.

Whumptober prompt was: Debris/Pinned Down

CW:Fire and blood I think?

Character is our favorite little hero Four.

The Inn was on fire, wood burning to a crisp in the night. The stone work is still holding, but radiating heat. The pillars snap in half, crumbling through the floors.

Each of the boys had their own rooms. A rare treat for an inn to even have nine empty rooms.

Unlike usual, Four wishes they had been sharing. Because maybe then he wouldn’t be stuck in the room. The third floor had already caved into the second. He doesn’t understand how the whole inn had lit up so fast. By the time he managed to get his important things filled with magic and memories, together the fire had already reached his door. The doorknob burning his hand. He tried for the window but the decorative beams and window seals made of wood had surrounded the window in flames.

Typically Four is relatively fast thinking. He can come up with plans and is the most level headed in the group. But he couldn’t think fast enough.

The wall where the door to his room stands collapses. The roof slanting down with it, and now he’s stuck with burning wood, and broken stone surrounding him. He’s probably got a broken bone or too to add to the carnage.

It must have been magic, Four thinks, there’s no way the building burnt that quickly. Or that he wouldn’t have noticed sooner before it got this bad. His bag of things is nowhere in his sight. He must have let go of it when the floor came down.

“Help!” Four yells, gasping in smoke. He pushes with his right arm on a wooden plank, his left arm throbbing with pain underneath him. The plank was holding most of the third floor flooring from crushing him.

“Somebody!” He yells again. Red slipping into his vision over his left eye. Four rolls onto his back, using his legs to push up on the plank. This time it moves a little, but not enough. Pain shoots up his left leg, but he pushes again.

“Help,” Four yells once more. He keeps inhaling the smoke, and if he doesn’t create a plan soon he’ll pass out and burn alive.

“Sky!” No answer.

“Wild!”

“Twilight!”

“Wind!”

“Time!”

“Warriors!” He gasps again, not getting enough oxygen. Tears start streaming down his face. Somebody, please answer him.

“Hyrule!”

“Legend!”

“Please!” Four sobbed. The wood beneath his back shook before it cracked. The second floor of the inn falling in on itself.

Four only managed barely to not get impaled by loose rubble everywhere. He’s now stuck further into the center of the ruined inn. He tries to take even breaths. His heart racing and he feels like he might throw up.

Four tries to not even think of the heat of the fire, just on how to get out. He finds himself back on his back, kicking up a piece of the roof. He used his good arm to slide him underneath the roof towards where what used to be the front door of the inn.

There is so much wood and stone everywhere. And Four is running out of air fast, he needs to find an opening somewhere.

Four grabs on to a charred and broken wooden beam above him. It’s ash and heat burning his skin, but he pulls himself up, finding purchase in more rubble for his feet to push off of. He climbs. Ignoring the pain that flares up his entire left side. He tries one more time.

“Help!” He reaches higher, and higher, to get out of the smoke filled debris and the clean night air. A hand grabs his arm.

“I got him!” A voice yells.

Four’s being pulled up, he helps by kicking off with his feet, and reaching his other arm out. Another hand grabs his other arm, the hands are gloved heavily in metal and fabric. Pulling him upward till he sees the night sky, he’s pulled into the other person’s arms and gasps in what feels like freezing cold air. He starts coughing, choking on the oxygen and the ash in his lungs. A bottle comes up to his lips, the liquid in it forcibly sliding down his throat.

The heat is suddenly gone, he can breathe a little better, he looks up at Wild, in his Flamebreaker set. He leans into the older and looks around.

The two are standing on the top of the rubble, like a grassy hill but its really a destroyed inn. At the edge of the inn, slowly encroaching in is Warriors using one of Legend’s ice rods to put out the flames, Wind, and Twilight are each running too and from the village well with water buckets. Hyrule is at the bottom of the ruins, drinking what looks like a green magic potion. Time is a few feet down the hill from them wearing a red tunic and a relieved look on his face. Legend is on the opposite side of them from Time, holding a wooden plank in his hand. Sky is on the roof of the building next to them, looking down at them.

Everyone smiles at Four and Wild in relief, Legend and Time starting back up the hill. The boys putting out the fire start making a path to where they stand in the middle. Sky jumps from the roof, using his sailcloth to help them. Four just breaths in and out as his brothers reach out to help him.

#Linked Universe #linked universe fanfic #linked universe four #and everyone else shows up too at some point #whumptober2023

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 3 years

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In the Heat of the Fire....

Fireman!Poe Dameron x Female Reader

Warnings: description of fire, brief mention of hospitals, mention of depressive feelings, angst, fluff mention of smut and mention of pregnancy. NSFW 18+

Word count: 2585

Summary: Your flat catches fire and you’re saved by a dashing young Fireman who then takes you under his wing when you have nothing left.

You coughed, your eyes still shut as you rolled over in bed. You frowned, unable to take a deep breath you coughed again, this time it wracked your body violently and you finally opened your eyes. At first you couldn't see anything as it was dark, but as your eyes adjusted and you woke up you could see and smell the smoke. You blinked rapidly as your eyes began to water, you got out of bed, finally seeing the orange glow under your bedroom door, you grabbed a top and held it over your mouth before opening the door. You cried out as pain flared from your palm, the door handle was so hot it made your skin blister but you didn’t have time to even register it as the fire surged towards you, licking into your bedroom like it had been starved of air.

Panic began to bubble up inside you as you backed away in horror from the roaring inferno. You opened your window coughing and spluttering the more intense smoke, you could see the blue lights below you from the fire engines and the group of people from your building. You tried to call out but your throat was so sore you could barely form words let alone shout over the noise. You saw someone break away from the crowd and grabbed a firefighter, they pointed at you vigorously as you slid down the wall and out of sight. Your chest was tight, you could feel yourself becoming light headed and the smell assaulting your nostrils was making you feel sick. The fire was making its way round your bedroom and tears began to track their way down your face as you shook with fear. You thought of your parents, your friends even your work colleagues as you felt the heat roil around you.

Is this what the desert feels like? You felt a giggle try to erupt from you but all you could was cough, each time you did your head swam and your body ached as you slouched even more. The fire was close now, the blistering heat making your turn away as it consumed your bed, billowing more smoke into the room obscuring everything from sight.

You tried to gasp as hands reached out of the smoke and grabbed you, placing a mask hurriedly over your face. You gripped onto the rough coat of the firefighter as he lifted you up in his arms.

‘Cover your face.’ You pulled the top you had completely over your face tucking yourself as close to him as you could. ‘I’ve got you.’ Pain blossomed from your burnt hand but you tried to ignore it knowing you didn’t want your grip to fail. You tensed as the heat increased, surrounding you with a blazing intensity as he carried you bravely through your burning flat. You could feel him heading down the stairs and finally the cool air of the night kissed your skin. More hands grabbed you putting you on a stretcher, asking you questions, shining lights in your sore eyes but you didn’t let go of the firefighter who had pulled you from the building. Your vision swam as he took his mask off, he was talking to someone and then suddenly he was getting in the ambulance with you. Your body started tensing all over as you convulsed on the stretcher and the last thing you heard was a paramedic shouting.

The beeping noise was annoying. It cut through your grogginess waking you up with a start as the sounds of flames roaring echoed in your mind.

‘Hey, it’s ok.’ You turned to the voice beside you as saw a guy, he had a firefighters coat on and his helmet was sat on the table next to you, his face was still dirty with soot and all you could smell was smoke. You tried to speak but you ended up coughing into your mask, you winced at the ache from your chest and you settled back down against the pillows. He cast a look over the screens around you before resting his deep brown eyes on you again. ‘The doctors will be round to talk to you soon, they’re pleased with how well you’re doing considering the amount of smoke exposure you had.’ You found yourself relaxing at the sound of his voice as you gazed at him, this was the man who saved you. You owed him your life. The door opened to your room and some doctors came in, the nurse took some blood and they spouted some information at you but you couldn’t really take it in as you searched for the firefighters for reassurance. He smiled a lopsided smile and nodded slightly letting you know he was still there and you smiled slightly back, hoping he wouldn’t leave anytime soon.

After a few days the hospital released you, the fireman, who’s name you learnt was Poe, he visited as often as he could and now he was picking you up and taking you back to the flat to see if you could salvage anything. He had warned you it wasn’t pretty and he was right. You stood outside the building, your bandaged hand aching just at the sight of the block, black soot was smeared on the brickwork from all the windows and you could see your bedroom window. Poe put a hand on your back as he surveyed the damaged building with you.

‘You don’t have to go in.’ You lent into his touch slightly as you looked at his handsome face. You’d only known him a few days but he had saved your life and was offering emotional support so you weren’t on your own. You didn’t have anyone else really, your parents lived far away, your friends were great but you mostly kept to yourself immersing yourself in work all the time.

‘I need to.’ You walked towards the door, ignoring the panic crawling over your skin making you want to run in the opposite direction. You finally made it to your flat, the smell burnt your nose as you walked around. Smoke, melted plastic and dampness all mingled into a hideous musty aroma that made you feel slightly ill. One look around told you nothing could be saved, your kitchen cupboards hung off the wall in a haphazard way, everything was burnt or smeared with soot and you knew the smell would never come out of whatever you took away. You stopped at the doorway of your bedroom, your bed was just a mass of twisted blackness and you could see the path the flames had taken. The echo of flames made you tense but suddenly Poe was there, his comforting presence washing over you as he closely watched your reaction.

‘Do you have somewhere to stay?’ He asked softly.

‘Er, no. I haven’t really thought about it. I could ask a friend I guess.’ Tears threatened to well up in your eyes and you blinked them away, not wanting to fall apart right now.

‘You’re not going to find anything here, why don’t you come back to my place? I’ve got to go to work soon so you can have the run of my flat.’

‘I barely know you.’ You said and he smiled.

‘True, but I did save your life. The least you could do is cook a meal for me,’ he said with amusement in his tone.

‘Are you being serious? Right now?’

‘Yes, perfectly serious.’ You looked at him as you stood in the ruined tatters of your life and you felt a rush of gratefulness that however roughly he’d been shoved into your life, he’d still been shoved into your life for a reason.

‘Sure. Ok. I need to go shopping though, I need clothes.’

‘Come on,’ he put an arm around your shoulders as he led you out of the burnt flat. ‘I’ll take you shopping.’

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And so the days turned into weeks and Poe had given you his spare room, you had gone back to work as you waited for the insurance money to come in and he had long shifts at the station so you didn’t see each other very often but when you did you’d watch a film and have a home cooked meal. The longer you stayed with him you could feel your affection grown for him, he was good looking, funny, cocky but kind as well. Being with him made you realise how lonely you actually were.

You were standing in the kitchen frying some chicken and peppers, the wraps warming in the oven as you grated the cheese, tonight was fajita night. The door slammed shut announcing his arrival but he didn’t stop and greet you like he usually did. He walked past you without a word and you instantly knew something was wrong, you cleaned your hands off before approaching his bedroom door.

‘Poe?’ You knocked gently but you got no response. ‘Poe? What happened?’ You steeled yourself, feeling bold you opened his door to find him kneeling on the floor, his arms wrapped around him as he tried to keep his emotions in check. He looked up at you a desperate look on his face and you knew today had been a bad day. Without thinking you got down on the floor with him, wrapping your arms around him tightly as he embraced you just as roughly. His entire body shook and the words started tumbling out of him, his voice wavering as still he tried not to cry.

‘I tried, I couldn’t get to her. The fire was too much. I could hear her screaming for me and I couldn’t get to her, I couldn’t get to her,’ a sob finally choked its way out of him and you could feel wetness on your neck as his soft curls brushed against your face.

‘It’s not your fault,’ you whispered as you held him. You looked back at the door painfully aware the frying pan was on. ‘Come into the kitchen with me or dinner will be burnt.’ He got up with you and you noticed as you finished cooking he tried to stay as close to you as possible, a dark haunted look in his eyes as he watched you prepare the food. You led him to the sofa as he looked at the food on the plate but he didn’t pick it up. ‘Poe,’ he looked up at you worrying his bottom lip.

‘Can we, can you….would you sleep with me tonight?’ His eyes widened as he realised what it sounded like and he began to try and stammer his way out of it. ‘I mean...I just… comfort….just hugs….’

‘Poe. Yes I will.’ He sighed with relief and finally he started eating.

You cleared up not letting him help and he stood by the hallway as he waited for you, once you’d turned the dishwasher on he reached for you. His touch tentative as your fingertips brushed his, you studied his face and gently brushed his curls off his forehead.

‘You ready?’ He nodded and tugged you with him leading you to his bedroom. He pulled his top off but left his joggers on as he slipped into bed, you were already in loungewear so you slipped in next to him. Without hesitating he grabbed you, pulling you flush against him as his warm breath fanned over the skin of your neck. You buried your hands in his curls as you sighed softly enjoying the feel of being close to someone. You thought he was asleep at one point until his hand moved lightly down your back and causing you to arch against him. His face pulled away from you and you saw the dark look in his eyes in the dim light, your heart hammered inside your chest as you traced the lines of his face. His hand slid up your arm and traced the line of your neck burying his fingers on your hair. Your body reacted instantly, desire racing through you as the heat of his body melded with yours. His lips pressed gently against you and you couldn’t help but groan into him. The desperate need for comfort took you both over as you striped quickly, coming together in a clash of limbs, unspoken words and heated craving. You took what you needed from each other hard and fast, just lost in the feel of one another until you were both spent finally drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

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And so your relationship blossomed, some days it was amazing, until the arguments started. His job took a lot out of him, having lost his own mother in a fire he seemed to have this need to save everyone he came across, more than his colleagues. He would take unnecessary risks, putting his own life on the line more than anyone else everyday. You began to fear you were losing him, and even though you respected what he did and understood why he did it you couldn’t accept the risks he was taking. You had a massive row the worst you’d ever had leaving you crying on the floor as he left for work not coming back until the next day. You stayed up all night going over the argument thinking what you could have said instead, wondering if you were being unreasonable or if he was just a reckless person with no regard for himself. The sun rose warming your legs as you sat rigid on the sofa when the front door opened. He closed it quietly and you turned to see him in his uniform.

‘I couldn’t leave it like that. I’m sorry.’ You nodded and got off the sofa, his eyes watched you wearily as you approached him.

‘I’m sorry too.’ He pulled you into a tight embrace, crushing his lips to you trying to get across how sorry he really was when a radio crackled.

‘Dameron get down here we’ve had a call.’

‘Go, just be careful.’ He smiled at you, that devilish lip sided smile you’d grown to love so much.

‘I promise I’ll be careful because now I have something to live for.’ The door shut behind him, his words still lingering in the air around you.

‘I love you,’ you whispered to the empty room.

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Rain beat down on your umbrella as you stared down at the ground, the echo of your memories tormenting you everyday. You placed a hand on your swollen belly feeling the life stirring inside you as you read the words on the stone before you, your eyes tracing them like they had a million times before. Grief gripped you tightly as tears threatened to fall, it had been 8 months without him by your side. 8 months of coming home to an empty flat. 8 months of crying yourself to sleep as you hugged his favourite clothes. And now a whole new chapter of your life yawned before you with promises of life and giggles, tiny hands and feet gripping your clothes and a little person loving you with their whole heart. But you had to do it alone.

‘I miss you Poe,’ your voice cracked as you put a hand on the headstone wishing with all your might he was still here at your side. You hated leaving him alone in the cold ground and you swore your child would know what a brave man her father was.

He’d never be forgotten.

#poe dameron au #fireman!poe #fireman!poe dameron #poe dameron #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron angst #poe dameron fluff #CW:pregnancy #CW:panic #CW:fire

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silverkleptofox · 7 years

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That’s a rare talent for a son of Hephaestus, it hasn’t been seen in decades...

Trials of Apollo Photoshoot

Leo Valdez: Mark Gomez

Photographer: Toivo Voll @shadowfantasy

Free to reblog. Do not repost or transform without permission.

#skeffie says #trials of Apollo photoshoot #trials of Apollo #leo valdez #fire #cw:fire #heroes of olympus

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keyforshort · 6 years

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INKTOBER DAY 3 - Roasted

#inktober2018 #inktober #cw:gore #cw:fire #gore #fire #burn #pen

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kodiakwhiskey · 2 years

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Cw:fires

It's literally the middle of winter (supposedly) and Boulder County is already on fire?! I can't even believe this state is my home anymore. My colleague let me know he was okay and they haven't made Broomfield evacuate yet, but goodness. I literally don't have words.

It honestly feels like the fires never stopped.

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moonwalkingcrab · 8 years

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What if, in some unusual circumstance, Emperor Hux saves Ren's life? How might Ren react?

Ooh this was really interesting to think about. Despite appearences they are mostly equal and I think Ren enjoys his position as ‘protector’ so when that dynamic changes it would really throw him.

Ren bristled with irritation, mind clouded as he patrolled the gardens. It was Hux’s fault, his damn insistence at entertaining those sycophantic senators. They insisted on inviting Hux to their households to meet their families, particularly their daughters, thrusting them under Hux’s nose like slabs of meat. To Hux’s credit he treated them all with the same polite indifference, only dropping his mask when he retired to the bedchamber he shared with Ren at the palace.

The dark mood suffused through his body like smoke, gathering into clouds that settled in his heart. Logically he knew these women were no threat, Hux had made his preferences well and truly known to Ren. Repeatedly.

He started back towards the villa, twitchy in the unfamiliar surroundings. He didn’t like being too far from Hux, both from a personal standpoint and in his position as bodyguard. He kicked aside pebbles, picturing each one as one of the simpering maidens that he was bound to find indoors and sighed.

Hux was exactly where he had left him, seated on a low couch, sipping at his wine as the senator orated. He spotted Ren as he slipped back in to lean against a column, instantly seeming to brighten.

The brightness faded when they were shown to their rooms for the night. Ren had been given a place the opposite end of the hallway from Hux. “It’s okay,” Hux insisted, “we can be apart for one night.”

Ren’s stomach twisted in anger, the familiar rage starting to course through his body. “And if you’re attacked in the night? Or worse! What of one of those insufferable daughters tries to sneak in here?” Hux simply chuckled, smoothing the hair away from his face.

“It’s nice to know where your priorities lie.” His eyes went wide as Ren pulled them together in a possessive kiss, fingers gripping tightly at Hux’s shoulders. They stayed that way for several moments before Hux gently pushed at Ren’s chest. “Go now, get some rest. We can leave for home early tomorrow.”

He watched as Ren trailed down the hallway with the air of someone walking to their execution before turning to his own bed. He could still taste Ren on his lips, the cloud of lust slowly blooming in his belly. He fell asleep with the scent of Ren still in his nostrils.

He woke up to smoke.

The cries of terror throughout the villa were barely distinguishable above the roar of flames, the crackle of burning fabrics. Hux couldn’t see anything through the black haze and dropped to all fours, grabbing his tunic to cover his mouth. His only thought was Ren.

Hux crawled along the corridor, detritus beginning to fall from the ceiling. The heat was all around him, pressing in, making his chest heavy. He could hear footsteps running and more screams and focused solely on his task. He wavered to his feet as he felt a cool breeze on his cheek, there was a balcony at Ren’s end of the hallway.

He rushed into the room to find Ren on the floor, leg trapped under a fallen beam. His eyes were wide and red, chest heaving. His expression was wild as Hux bent over him, grabbing at the wooden beam. “What the hell are you doing?! Get out of here!” His hands scrabbled at Hux’s, pushing him away.

“You shut the hell up Ren and help me lift this! I am not going anywhere without you.” Hux heaved at the heavy beam feeling his hands split on the splintered wood. Ren pushed upwards, angling his leg out. Hux hauled Ren’s arm over his shoulder, they were only a few feet from the balcony.

Half dragging, half stumbling they made their way to the fresh air, scrambling down the creeping ivy to the ground. The villa was lit from the inside, glowing red in the night sky like a blazing pustule. Together the two men collapsed on the ground.

Ren’s eyes were wide, staring at the sky, “You came to find me.” He coughed out, curling on on himself. “I was coming to get you.” The moles on his face stood out in stark contrast to his skin, his scar blazing in the red light. He sat still as marble, eyes looking past the flames to something only he could see.

Hux’s hands were trembling, bleeding, blistered. He felt as if he were floating, dancing on the breeze like so many embers. He needed to ground himself and grabbed tightly around Ren’s neck, pulling the man into his arms. “We’re safe, you’re safe. I got you out.”

“You didn’t need to save me.” Ren’s voice was a whisper, hoarse. “I’m not worth your life.”

“Shut up Ren,” Hux squeezed tighter, tears beginning to stream from his closed eyes. He leaned their heads together, fingers clutched tightly in Ren’s tunic. Surely he could see... Surely this wonderful, idiotic, short-tempered man could see, he was Hux’s life.

#kylux #ancient rome au #cw:fire #emperor hux #my writing #okay this ended up a lot longer than I thought #I'm not even sure I answered the original ask #ren needs all the hugs #pi-meson

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