Archive of Our Own

Summary:

"...Fuck," Gideon quietly cursed. After a moment of consideration, he stepped on the refill pedal. The loud sound of pressurized water running through the pipes filled his small enclosure. It gave him a brief moment in which any other noise wouldn't be overhead.
"FUCK!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. Flames rippled across his red skin, his dark brown hair and beard flaring hot with white and yellow light. He slammed a foot into the metal floor below him, adding to the collection of dents there. He twisted and jerked his arms, thrashing against the chains binding him to the engine. As always, the magical manacles held fast, leaving him with nothing to show for his efforts but bruised wrists.