#CLAIRE BENNET * ` ⤅ i walked through fire and didn’t get burned

[judasisgayriot]

Claire, I overreached. I screwed up, and now it’s just way beyond my control. Some things are just... bigger than one man.

[horrorstoried-a]

muse tags / heroes + the breakfast club

[sylcr]

claire bennet & daenerys targaryen parallels

i walked through fire and didn’t get burned // fire cannot kill a dragon

[thefieryeclipse]

Prologue

Steam. Hissing loudly, billowing in clouds, consuming the vast, dim space. 

Heat ravaged the place. It crept through the air, soaking up all oxygen. Rusted pipes lined every wall, every surface, casting an amber glow around the whistling, straining structure as it crumbled at the edges. A faint alarm wailed uselessly in the distance: a warning. A call to escape before it was too late. But it had been singing for a while now, and the chance to escape was long past.

Metal walkways and platforms criss-crossed through the chamber, climbing high up the vast height of the tower. The air only became thinner up here, so hot that it physically hurt to breathe, and machinery and pipes squealed in pain as they disintegrated and broke down around four figures shrouded in the midst of it all.

“I'm only going to say this once, Peter: move.”

“No.” The young man declared, defiantly holding his ground even as his voice threatened to waver. He glared down the barrel of the gun and straight through those horn-rimmed glasses, sustaining eye contact with the middle-aged man behind them. “No.”

Noah Bennet's face rippled with anger before he once again recalled his standard, expressionless mask. He spoke steadily, almost calmly, but his tone was somehow loud enough to compete with the ringing apparatus straining on all sides. “He's a killer, Peter. A walking disaster. Just look around you: all this? This is his doing.”

“No!” Peter recited for a third time. “It wasn't him! I'm not gonna let you take him!” He tried his best to mirror the calm authority of the man opposite, but his heart was hammering against his ribcage and he was physically shivering under the unbearable heat of this place, roiling through his body and dewing sweat along his skin.

“P-Peter... don't! You can't heal...” A pained groan sounded behind Peter's back, and he held out a hand to shush his companion.

The Company man's glasses glinted dangerously in the rusty light. “He's going to kill people, Peter -”

“No he's not! He just -”

“He's a monster. All he knows how to do is kill. Or have you already forgotten about Nathan?”

The words ricocheted briefly before being swallowed up in the depths of the cavern. Behind him, Peter could hear more little grunts of pain and difficult, shuffling movements. He felt his hackles rise in defense of his lost brother and his wounded friend, and took the tiniest of steps towards the older man, putting himself further in the path of the bullet that was meant for another.

“Noah, listen to me, you don't understand -”

Then a mutilated hiss shot through the steam, a fourth voice. “No, you don't understand, Peter!” The sound stabbed right through the empath's gut, and he glanced again at the almost unrecognisable form of his niece. His heart broke a little more when he saw the rage twisting her features, the disdain being thrown his way, and the gun in her hand pointing directly at his chest. “How could you ever trust him? After what he did to me?!” One furious tear of betrayal glistened in her eye before rolling down her cheek. It evaporated almost instantly.

Peter lost his breath all over again. “He's changed, Claire.” He insisted for the millionth time, although he knew she wouldn't believe him. Caught between staring down both the teenager and her adoptive father at once, Peter raised both hands, a sign of sincerity. “He's not the same person who did all those things, alright? I'm telling you – he only wants to help.”

“Really? And why would he ever want to do that? What's in it for him?” Noah retorted smoothly, adjusting his grip on the handle of his weapon, his aim never faltering.

“I'm different now – I've repented -”

“Sylar.” Peter stopped his friend again, his mortal heart stuttering and currently vulnerable body tingling with nerves as Noah's finger stroked the trigger in promise.

“In all of a few months? That's more than a little hard to believe, Peter...”

“Well it's the truth.” Peter said slowly, clearly, with everything he had. “Okay, I swear. You have to trust me –”

“I did trust you!” Claire spat, slicing Peter apart with her glare. The weapon in her clutches shook uncontrollably, now. “But you chose him?! I thought you were my friend! My family!”

Unable to bite back his frustration this time, Peter rounded on his niece. “I am!” A loud metallic squeal pierced the air as yet another pipe burst nearby. Peter winced, but kept his gaze firmly on Claire. “But he's my friend too. Why do I even have to choose – we're on the same side here!”

The place was so unbearably hot, so loud, tumbling down around them like a house of cards and it was all beginning to choke Peter with mottled, claustrophobic fingers. In the midst of it all, he didn't mean to let his guard down.

He didn't mean to lose sight of his other assailant, even for just one second.

Without warning this time, Mr Bennet dodged around him and set off a series of ear-splitting, echoing shots.

“Noah!” All at once Peter leapt at him, Claire flinched and Sylar yelled, and then the air was knocked out of the empath's body. He felt himself crash to the ground, scattering broken pipes and scraps of machinery as a searing gash of pain erupted through his torso.

He cried out, an echo thrown back at him over again, and clutched at his side, forcing his vision to clear when he heard Sylar's gasp accompany three more gunshots. Peter watched in horrified silence, unable to make a coherent sound, as the man he had just failed to protect tumbled backwards over the railing and fell out of sight.

The silence rang out like ripples in the steam. Then Peter felt a body hitting the level far below, the impact reverberating through the grate beneath his fingers.

“Dad?! You – you just...! And Peter!”

“I did what I had to, Claire Bear. Both of these men are extremely dangerous and this place is about to blow! We don't have much time...” Peter heard the heated exchange between father and daughter. Then the pounding of two pairs of feet – one determined, one being ushered along behind – as they hurried down the stairs to reach his fallen comrade. 

And then he was left crumpled on the ground. Wounded. Hurting. Alone.

White-hot pain continued to rip at him with every ragged breath, his vision beginning to blur around the edges, and he knew he was vulnerable and open and unable to protect himself in this state. But he also knew that he wasn't the endangered target. Clutching at the mesh grate below him with sticky hands, gasping for air that burned down his throat, Peter Petrelli heaved himself over to the edge of the platform with all the waning strength he possessed. He grit his teeth to hold back any betraying cries, and didn’t even hesitate before sliding his broken body through the gap at the bottom of the railing, free-falling the long distance below.

Hot clouds of gas and steam whirled past as he fell, the ground came racing up to meet him, and Peter only just managed to catch himself with flight at the very last second, hovering so close above burning metal that the heat caressed his face. He clumsily eased his landing beside Sylar, scrambling to check the status of his friend. Blood flowed from multiple bullet holes on the man's chest, thick and dark, his eyes closed as if in sleep and his limbs sprawled out loosely around him - an ungraceful display that Sylar would despise to be caught in if he knew. Fingers bloodied and trembling, Peter reached for the other man’s neck, rewarded by the faint pulse of life stirring just below the skin. Unconscious, but still breathing. Barely.

Familiar footsteps rang out again nearby. Then two rippling shadows bled through the fog, weapons drawn. “Peter! Don't do it! I'm warning you – I will kill you!”

Desperate, suffocating and fighting for much more than just his own life, Peter pressed a hand to Sylar's leaking chest, tugged on the first power that rushed up to meet him, and used it without thinking.

Fire.

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Here’s the prologue for my post-series Heroes  WIP “Tongues of Fire” which I’m posting here on tumblr for @alexprompts WIPWeekly event.

Feel free to go check out the story on Ao3, or to get in touch about anything regarding the fic or the writing process, I’m always happy to chat ^.^

(Heroes, the characters and storyworld don’t belong to me (thanks Tim Kring and NBC) but the writing is all mine.)

[staarryniights]

claire tag dump so i can actually do shit--

[tsuxhime]

THEME FORM

  What's the url of the blog where the theme is going to be use?: risorgiva.tumblr.com

Is a  multimuse or a single character? Is canon or OC? Do you want to provide any aesthetic of your character? (pinterest or something like it?):  Single Character. Canon. Claire Bennet of Heroes. Pinterest link

Do you  need an exact font for bold and italic?: No, any font is fine with me, no  preference.

Post size? from 500 to 250 (400,350,300,200) or other size? Tall box or     contained?: Contained theme, post size deafault/normal.

Description  box? Hover box or always visible?: Always visible

Color scheme? Light colors / dark colors?: Reds, golds, whites. Thinking of phoenix theme.

Pop up boxes? Semi-transparent graphic or different? Different boxes for every link or only one box with tabs?: Yes pop up boxes. Different boxes for every link. Semi-transparent graphic.

How many links? Counting refresh & ask, (rules, about, verses, navigation, connections, others) please, specify each one!:  Home, Ask, Submit, Rules, About, Verses, Relationships, and Navigation.

Static line up links or spread up in the page with movement? Do you want the links to be numbers/symbols or images? What kind?: Spread up in the page with movement. Images for the links. They can be anything off of the aesthetic board (i want to give you as much creative freedom as possible). Examples: Pompoms, gravestone, Phoenix, angel wings, Even claire’s wildcats patch. 

Any photo you like? I can work with fan art JUST if I had the consent of the artist. Please provide HQ images: Can choose any one of these, whatever is easiest to work with: link, link, link, link, link, link, link, link, link 

A  quote or something you want me to add? a lyric?: “Didn’t you know? I’m the defensive player of the year.” or  “Save the cheerleader, save the world.” 

Have  any textures you like? An specific PSD or one of mine?: I’m fine with textures, any are okay as long as they mesh well. Any PSD is fine.

Would  you like your URL on the theme? (in the graphic or as a link): Yes please. In the graphic.

Any other request? Be specific if you have to!: I like the brightly colored themes you’ve done for the marvel fandom, and I also like the picture links with a graphic that you’ve done. I think I’d to incorporate some of those into it.  I also wanted a fire type theme? As in Claire is known to walk through fire and not get burned so that would be amazing to work in somehow. 

[judasisgayriot]

Heroes s1e13 ‘The Fix’

[judasisgayriot]

(Nathan: Yeah, I can fly, I guess.)

[judasisgayriot]

iconic gays zach and peter in homecoming both being like oh yeah claire is pinging my gaydar. Time to dispense some gay advice

[judasisgayriot]

Thanks to you, Peter has the ability to survive.

[judasisgayriot]

(bonus nathan and claire. it’s cute when they get to have a moment.)

[judasisgayriot]

I wanna hold your hand.

[judasisgayriot]

Tonight, you can be my date to the dance. 

Me.

Sure, why not?

For a million different reasons.

[judasisgayriot]

Claire + anger at Angela for keeping her and Nathan apart

[judasisgayriot]

- I really messed up.

- It’s fine.

- It’s not fine.