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doodler16 · 7 days ago

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This might be a long one so heads up.

So one of things about the last episode of HB that I wish they would do better with is Milly and blitz relationship is showing the down fall or toxicity of that relationship. mainly, how does relationship affects Millie split and shit before husband?

Remember, the Pilot when Millie said “moxie That’s are boss” oh, some of the head cannons that maybe Millie knows how sad and lonely blitz is and feel sorry for him, so she kind of allowed him to be part of their lives. Without thinking twice how much this is also, affecting Moxie. I would love it if Moxie and Millie’s First fight would be about Blitz and how he continue to stalk and harass them well millie just laugh it off and just said “oh it just Blitz being Blitz.” Moxie have enough and tells Millie to stop enabling Blitz.

Now I want Both the M&M to be in the right but also in the wrong.

Millie; She wants everyone to get along with each other because she view IMP as a family much like her own family. She want them to stay together and get along, so she always play peacemaker, but doing that allow people to walk all over her husband, well, she does nothing, and just stand in the background supporting him, but not standing up for him.

Moxie; he does need to stop being overly sensitive all the time . Let’s his boss do what he wants sometimes but that doesn’t mean he have every right to sent boundaries and stand up to himself whenever he needs to.

I want Moxie and Millie discussion about Blitz behavior or at least give us some hints about then talk about blitz behavior, watch season one leading to the event of Ozzie and the aftermath. Where Moxie right fully so finally snaps and yells at Blitz. Now as we all know Blitz is dealing with own problems after the event of Ozzie. So now not the best time for Moxie to get mad at Blitz.

This is how the argument, Will go

Mox; “I can’t believe you stocks use Again. During me and Millie Anniversary sir.”

B; oh, please you should be thanking me for saving your puny sorry ass that I even came. It wasn’t me coming. You would have been getting tomatoes and dildos all over you by now but you’re awful singing.

Mil; he does have a good point Mox he did help us.

Mox; Stop, Standing up for him why do you always choose his side?

Mil; i’m not on his side and I’m on both of you guys side and I think you are being a bit too harsh on him moxie He’s is are bo-

Mox; do not end it with he’s are boss. He also your best friend And ask your friend you should send boundaries towards him.

Mil; Well he doesn’t have a lot of family or friends, Moxie also kind of funny how he always pop out of nowhere if you think about it. Like the time went when you were in the shower and he pop out of nowhere we with the camera saying wow it’s must be your birthday moxie. Haha.

B; Yeah, Moxie in a my fault that you have a different sense of humor over your wife great Taste And and that you your taste is as small dumb and puny ass, you dick and brain.

Moxie finally have enough storms out of the room had to The door where Luna is on the front of the desk doing nothing be eating a whole bag of chips and watching something on her phone , Give Moxie , another fat joke about how fat he is. Moxie then heads straight to Luna grab the chips and rip it in front of her telling her she needs to lay of the chip and watch her hips for now on. He then went to back to the door and yelled “F@ck you all the quit.”

This will lead to an all night fight with the M&M the company now having a bit of a crisis since Moxee was the only one who knows how to do paperwork and taxes. Leading to Luna to most of the work and because Luna is a spoiled brat, she will get mad at blitz to making her to do paperwork and causing Moxxie to quit even though she was no better to. this will also leave to Blitz superior complex to go even higher, thinking he did nothing wrong, and Moxie is just being a baby about it. as for Millie, it will lead to her now doing double the work of being a assassin. Which will take a turn for her And blitz Relationship.

This will be an actual way to show Blitz that his actions does have affect on others Instead Of the show just telling us. Oh, Blitz your heart everyone to love you. anyway that all I needed to say thank you and good bye.

I wish Vivziepop and the writers went in more depth with Blitz and Millie’s dynamic like they do with Blitz and Moxxie. All we know is that Millie is used too and sometimes enables Blitz’s shenanigans. The only conclusion I think of why she doesn’t mind Blitz being a weirdo probably because it reminds of her family and how it’s a big household, so there’s no opportunity for anyone to get alone time or space.

Classice, I am glad you mentioned Moxxie, Millie, Blitz’s argument because I imagined something similar to that. Moxxie would call out Blitz, Millie, and Loona’s behaviors and treatment over previous episodes and the double standards then officially quit but it’s not like a joking “I quit” then comes back immediately.

It’s more somewhat permanent but there would be consequences on both sides. Moxxie realize that he can’t do everything himself, tries to run his own business is way harder, and gets stressed because he doesn’t have the charisma that Blitz has. Blitz, Millie, and Loona (mainly Loona and Blitz) slowly realize that they need Moxxie because he unironically makes things interesting and they all suck with paper work and end up being behind or just avoiding it. Meanwhile, Millie tries to appeases to both sides but fails and Loona, Moxxie, and Blitz gets upset at her.

Despite the team being separated, they both get the same client and are forced to fight each other to get to the main target. This would demonstrate that Moxxie has improved his fighting skills and can be cold-hearted to his teammates, fighting dirty and not taking any chances to go soft. Millie doesn’t want to hurt Moxxie and purposely go into the way of Moxxie, Blitz, and Loona’s fighting.

Loona and Blitz still fighting Moxxie but noticed Moxxie’s improvement, etc. They all sooner or later make up and apologize to Moxxie because of Millie (apparently she’s the heart of the team, Vivziepop’s words not mine 😂). All these characters promise to be better and stick to it. Because of this instance they grow stronger and more open.

Regardless, I hope they do this and it has so much potential but at the same time it’s too kind of too late. Should’ve been at least a 3 part season 1 finale or early season 2 conflict. It gives the show stakes and forces the audience to care of what happens to the future of IMP along with addressing every character’s flaws especially Blitz’s. Anyway, I loved reading this and the dialogue you created: it fits the characters perfectly and truly shows how much potential the IMP squad has but was wasted it on telling us instead of showing.

#vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critical #itstheclassice

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ja3hwa · 2 years ago

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Day 16 : Sadism - Yeosang

「Title」 : Nothing but Disrespect

「Word count」 : 2.05k

-> Genre: Fantasy, Smut, Angst.

Paring: Alpha!Yeosang x Luna!Reader

[Warnings] : Objectification. Swearing. Hate sex. Spanking. Using a belt to tie the reader up. Fingering, dirty talk. Pet name. Use of the words slut, whore and bitch. Heavy degradation. Choking. Crying kink. Yeosang laughs at the reader. Little cum eating. Lots of body fluids. Pussy slapping. Big dick Yeosang cause why not. Angst. Angry Yeosang. Fighting. Some fluff at the end I guess. Let me Know if I missed anything.

Note: I seem to be really bad at Sadism, but I hope I did it alright in this ♡♡

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Frustration brewed in Yeosang as he paced the halls of the pack grounds. He didn’t mean what he said to you. But his pride refused to let him apologise first. Yes, you were both in the wrong, and you both were well aware of that. But the heated argument didn’t stop until you walked out of the room. Storming to your shared living quarters without him. He stays in the main hall for a while. Keeping his distance from anyone. And if anyone dared to speak to their angry leader, he would growl in a tone that scared anyone's wolf away.

It had only been a couple of hours. Four? Five? Heck, it was probably going on six at this point. His wolf was howling, begging for him to just give up this silent no-talking game that you and Yeosang had started. But no, he needed you to apologize first. So, after finally stopping his frustrated pacing, he went to his study to try and get work done in order to distract himself. It worked for maybe five minutes before he threw some papers—that were most likely important— on the floor.

Fuck it. He thought, getting up to make a quick stride over to his living quarters but when he aggressively opened his study room door he is suddenly met with a sight he didn’t know he was going to witness for another week.

“Y-Yep...” It was you. Carrying a sad pout and clenched thighs. He could smell your arousal leaking out of you. Your eyes were already glossed over and full of desperation. Through the fight, he completely misread the date, forgetting your heat was approaching. It took every fibre in his being not to pounce on you then and there. God, you smelt amazing.

“Come to apologize, I see.” His cockiness grew, knowing you would have to apologize now, and then you can both just forget about the silly fight. But little did he know you weren't going to give up that easily either. Even if you were on your heat and desperately craved him. Two can play the game, and by swearing to the moon goddess herself, you were going to try everything in order to win. Even if that means you make him even madder than he already is.

“No. It's you who should apologize.” You bit at him, while his hands snaked around your waist, pulling you inside the room before closing the door with your body. He had you pinned. Unable to move. Just how he liked it. His cocky smile stayed plastered on his face, tilting his head slightly he whispered against your neck.

“Hmm from what I can remember it is you who started this. And besides, it seems you have a problem only I can fix. So I think you better start begging for forgiveness.” His hot breath tickled your skin, he was teasing your body, wanting to bend you. Break you. But you pushed him away slightly, showing fire burning in your eyes.

“I swear to fucking god Yeosang if you don’t do something, I will go to your fucking beta and ask him to fuck me.” you pulled him by his collar so your lips could graze his ear while his cocky expression slowly turned into one of anger. “I’m sure as hell he would be more than happy to oblige and make me cum.”

Oh, that sent him over the edge. His vision turned red, as he gripped your waist before lifting you up over his shoulder. His hand landed a harsh smack on your ass sending a shiver down your spine. Your heat surge threw you like a sweetened pain, making you grip the hem of Yeosang’s shirt. You tug it up seeing his toned back with your upside-down view. It didn’t take long for your lover to make it to your bedroom, practically throwing you. You land on the soft comforter on your bed, pushing your face against the fluffy duvet as you watch Yeosang with hooded eyes. All your anger and frustration was gone, and suddenly the only thing you cared for was to have him in anyway, shape or form.

“Sangieeee…” you groan, wanting him near you. He watched you with a smirk like he was enjoying your struggle. The tilt of his head proved just that, bending down to grab your chin, pulling you towards him. You thought he was still mad, unaffected by your heat. And you were partly right, he was still angry about what happened, but his mind was slowly losing control the more and more he takes in your scent. He had always been caring, and sweet in and out of the bedroom. He never wanted to hurt you in any way. But now. Now he saw raw anger-fueled lust, and he needed to release the emotions and your body seems to be the perfect toy for it.

“You know that I respect you right?” He whispers in a softer tone than before, almost as if he held perfect composure. His fingers that gripped your chin moved to squish your cheeks together. Your lips pouted from the action, making you look pathetic to him.

“Yes,” You tried to speak but his grip was tight. Your hips wiggled in anticipation, seeing his free hand reach for his belt, undoing it with ease.

“Because I’m about to fuck you with nothing but disrespect.”

Your hand were tied with the very belt he wore. Your naked form was on display just for him while he was still in his dress pants. You wanted to see all of him, have all of him. But you knew you shouldn’t dare ask for more. His fingers were sitting deep inside you, fucking you through yet another orgasm. You were so desperate for more, but you also begged for him to stop. But he didn’t listen. Your sweet scent, rich cherry with hints of vanilla, is infused in his veins and lingers on his skin like a tattoo. Those soft, whimpery sounds you make when his fingers are inside you are most alluring as the way your eyes glazed over, rolling back when he finds an especially good spot. It’s almost as irresistible as the way you cling to him, clawing his back when it all becomes too much for your body to handle while he fucks you hard.

He’s so greedy for all of it, he can’t get enough of you. No matter how much you give, he wants more, wants to give you more of himself in return.

And it’s all your fault.

“You dirty fucking slut. Wanting another man to please you when you know for a fact I'm the only one who can make this pussy come.” He growled, leaning over your thrashing body, licking your mate mark, and taking in your scent. You didn’t even try and make a snarky comeback, just moaning out a choked please over and over like a broken record instead.

“Who knew my precious baby liked to be fucked like a whore.” He smirks feeling you clench around his fingers “You want that Darling? Want me to use this body as a toy? Fill it up with my cum for my own pleasure?”

“Yes Yes Yes Please! Fuck Yeosang!!” You screamed, cumming for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. Tears ran down, staining your cheeks. Your lips were puffy and red, swollen from the makeout. God, you were so beautiful in this moment. He wished he could print this image in his mind forever. He pulled his fingers out from your leaking hole, seeing your cum spill on the bed. He had to chuckle at how many times he made you cum just with his fingers.

“Pathetic.” He taped your lips with his cum soaked fingers, wanting you to take them in your mouth. You obeyed the silent command, sucking your release off while he uses his free hand to unbuckle his pants so he could be free of them.

“Turn around now. And I swear to god, if you try and run, I’ll tie you back down and leave you here with a vibrator connected to you. Understand.” He spat out, growling in his alpha voice, making your wolf howl in a plea. You nodded but he wanted words, so he slapped your pussy, making you jump at the shock. “Words. Bitch.”

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?” He reached for the belt, waiting for your response before he opened the clasp.

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Good Girl.” The clasp clicks, freeing your red and soon-to-be bruised wrists. You take no second chance, turning around, lifting your ass in the air for him to see you in full. He stood at the end of the bed with a smirk plastered on his face. You were presenting yourself just for him.

Yeosang could barely stand any more brief seconds his cock was not in your warm, tight pussy, immediately getting on the bed before rolling his hips to get deep inside you with one swift motion. There’s no way he’s stopping now, he can’t stop, not until he’s gotten orgasm after orgasm after orgasm out of you, like before.

He drops his weight on top of you, and his sweet scent, smoked Maple, and spiced citrus drifts around you in hazy waves, you could get high off his smell alone. Teeth graze your bonding mark, the wide pad of his thumb finds your aching clit, ruthlessly circling it, sensations skitter across your skin and he grinds into you, your pussy stretched tight around his thick cock, the veiny ridges sliding against your velvety walls, leaving you so full you don’t know if you want to push him out and beg for a reprieve or clench down and beg for more.

“Cum for me? there you go, give it to me. My dirty little slut,” he grunts, “Gonna fill your tight little pussy again and again and then I’m gonna shove every drop of my cum back inside you, gonna keep you. Yeah, that’s it, fuck– such a good baby, giving me what I need, so fucking tight and warm and soft, fuck fuck I can't-,”

He breaks off, losing control for a moment. The frustration finally started to wash away. His right hand, retches upwards, snaking around your throat in order to pull you up along with his body. But his grip tightens, making your head spin in pure pleasure. You clenched around him from his actions, letting him know you enjoy the feeling just as he enjoys the feeling of his fingers wrapped perfectly around your fragile neck. His filthy words had pushed you to the brink, blinding hot sensations flowing through your veins but it’s the way he loses control, his words slurring together, his pace quickening, becoming erratic and sloppy, thrust after deep, smooth thrust that set off your orgasm.

An indescribable noise escaped your slacked mouth, your vision blurring, and your body tensing as Yeosang fucks you through. His moans stream in your ear, pushing you higher and higher until you break with a quiet sob, falling back to the sheets, pliant and sated when he finally lets your neck go. Yeosang is quick to follow, chasing his own high as soon as he felt your orgasms, warmth flooding your body as he cums. His hips jerked once, twice, three times, desperately trying to push it back inside you even as it seeps around his cock.

A moment of silence is finally placed. No more anger. No more wild emotions. Just heavy breathing and fast-pumping hearts. He slid his cock out of you, swiftly turning you around so he could cage your body under him in a tight, warm hug. Was he now the one crying?

“I’m sorry…” He finally said, giving up on the whole fight entirely. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer. Enough for your face to slot against his neck, feeling safe in his arms, surrounded by his scent.

“I’m sorry too…”

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iamnmbr3 · 4 months ago

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Since you’re on the character asks and your thoughts are enjoyable to read maybe pick one of the non-Harry try-wizard tournament champions? I like them pretty evenly so your thoughts on any of them would be cool to hear, so pick your favourite/whoever you have most to say about/roll a dice to decide at your discretion?

What a lovely ask! You're so kind. I'm going to go with Fleur Delacour.

How I feel about this character

The way she showed her devotion to Bill at the end of book 6? Absolutely iconic. Best written intentionally romantic moment in the whole series. Hands down. No contest. The way she handled that dragon? Immaculate. The judges were just mean and veelaphobic and also JKR is super weird about her female characters.

Also kudos to her for being the only character when Harry got picked as a Champion in book 4 to be like 'no this is ridiculous he's too young.' Yeah she was a little harsh about it maybe. But wow. One of the only responsible adults in the whole series. Child me was like 'omg she's so mean' but now I'm like 'you go girl.' She should've been there to roast all of Dumbledore's questionable decisions. Can you imagine. Dumbledore: Don't worry. I have a plan. Fleur: Eez eet child endangerment again?

I genuinely enjoy her as a character and also find the way her identity as a part human who is fetishized to some extent and viewed as Other but not demonized in the way werewolves or half giants or half trolls are in her world to be fascinating fodder for a lot of interesting character work.

Also, I always have a soft spot for characters who I feel the narrative is actively telling me to dislike. I prefer stories that let the reader come to their own conclusions. As soon as I feel the story is too forcefully and artificially shoving down my throat "you must like this character" or "you must dislike this other character,” especially when it's not justified by what we actually see in the text, then I kind of want to do the opposite. So if you think my girl Fleur did something rude no she didn't or if she did that was her emotional support rude comment and she deserved to go off.

For real though. She put up with so much hate from Molly and the whole Weasley family for literally no reason. She deserved to be a little snarky. Ginny is so mean to her for literally no reason and the narrative wants us to laugh along and cheer on this immature, unkind highschool meangirl behavior as though it's some epic #girlboss moment when it's just mean. And Fleur's parents meanwhile are absolutely lovely (probably because Fleur covered for her in-laws and didn't tell her parents how she had been treated lest her full Veela grandmother show up and start throwing fireballs at them all).

You go Fleur. You never did anything wrong in your life. Ever.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I love her with Bill. I think Bill and Fleur are by far the best handled canon romance in the series. (Well, best handled intentionally canon romance - we all know JKR wrote a 7 book drarry epic but that was an accident lolol). They are so sweet together and so devoted to each other - despite any obstacles (including unsupportive family members). And they really compliment each other so well and just yeah. It's so sweet.

On a semi-crack level I do also like the idea of Fleur/Luna though because they both can be very blunt and directly state difficult truths in a way that can make others uncomfortable or seem rude. They do this in very different ways and also have very different outlooks but I think it makes them interestingly complimentary. And they'd both be confident and self assured enough to handle each other and not take offense. I feel like Fleur and Luna flirting would be so hilariously direct and entertaining. (Though it'd probably have to be postwar as. I think Fleur would be likely to scoff at Crumple-Horned Snorkacks).

I can also totally picture a Bill/Fleur/Luna poly relationship. I feel like it'd end up being improbably chill and functional somehow despite the big personalities. The three would probably be off living their best lives and eating metaphorical popcorn while all the other characters spent years having epic relationship drama.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I want to see her and Charlie hanging out so badly. After seeing her take on that dragon Charlie was probably pulling all kinds of shenanigans to get her together with one of his siblings because he doesn't want to get married but also oh merlin he needs this woman to be part of his family. Give me the Charlie and Fleur epic friendship and dragon taming duo.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don't think Bill was attracted to her because he likes "glamour." I think he saw her as the brave, loving, and intelligent person that she is.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I wish other characters had apologized to her and stopped mocking her and treating her horribly.

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casspurrjoybell-30 · 11 months ago

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Cry Me a River - Chapter 47 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

"I've been stuck with so many knives that when handed a flower, I can't quite make out what it is."

Knives for Trust

Silence.

I heard him.

His unique voice was one I could never misplace yet he didn't answer.

'Why?'

"Luna?"

Again, nothing.

But his presence was there.

I could feel it.

"A-are you upset at me?" I tried.

Had I done something to irk him?

"Luna, I can't have you out right now. Alastair could return any second and he can't come back to me shifting."

'Why?' his voice was low in a purr-like manner.

I let out a relieved sigh.

He was answering.

"He can't know that I... that I've shifted against the law."

I shivered as the familiar ominous door plagued my mind.

'Would he...?'

I shook my head, ridding myself of the horrid thoughts circulating my mind.

I awaited Luna's answer but he remained silent.

Though amidst his silence a low humming buzzed in the back of my mind.

A short laugh escaped my lips as covered my mouth.

'No use hiding, Luna. I can still hear you.'

A short snort resounded in my head.

'There you are.'

I pulled my hand from my mouth, sharply visible nails apparent in the morning sunlight streaming in from the open window.

"Please, Luna?" I tried again as my eyes narrowed in on the sharpened points.

Just the thought of Alastair walking in and seeing me in this form sent shivers down my spine.

'Why?' the same repetitive word.

I let out an exasperated breath.

"You know why."

'Is our mate so devilish as to report his own mate?'

My eyes widened beneath his harsh words.

I had never heard him utter so many words in one sentence.

'Well?'

"I-I..."

My eyes began to water'

"I-I d-don't k-know."

'Was he?'

My head dropped into my hands as I let out a choked gasp.

I didn't think so.

He was so kind.

So very kind to me.

He had never been cruel...

The image of him, eyes dark and empty as his hands raked my body with no care to my trembling words beneath him.

I shook, legs turning to leaves against streaming wind as my mind raced.

'That was once. A hoax. We talked about it. His wolf... it was too strong. It overpowered the medication, but only for a short while.'

'You don't trust him.'

"No," my voice rose as my feet dropped to the floor, body jumping from the seat in a clumsy motion that unsteadied me and almost face-planted me if not for my sudden grip on the nearest night table.

My hands shook on the night table, grip loosening as my breath grew shallower by the minute.

"I-I do," I managed through tear-filled gasps,

"I do."

'Do I really?'

He was my mate, my love. I should trust him more than anything in the world.

'You don't trust him to keep you safe.'

My heart jumped.

He was right.

I didn't trust anyone to keep me safe.

Since as long as I could remember it was just myself alone who kept my feet on the ground and heart beating.

I couldn't depend on anyone to care about me.

It was just myself.

Was I still stuck in my past mindset?

Unable to shift to the current moment.

Always stuck.

Always unmoving from my past self.

'Oh, Goddess. I cupped my mouth. When was the last time I trusted anyone?'

My mind went blank, white and bare as a crisp early morning snowfall.

The answer was obvious by my lack of an answer.

'Never.'

Even in that cold metallic room that housed just as bad memories as good, I was alone.

I loved Alice but even her I didn't trust.

When food was portioned out, I always kept my food close by my side.

Even when it was just Alice and me in our far corner, away from the other slaves.

'Why?'

My eyes watered as my hands clamped up, sweat causing my grip to slip from the night table as I fell to the floor in a crumbled mess of tears.

"I-I..."

My tightened fist landed lightly on the bed sheets as my eyes searched the room as if upon the bed and chairs I'd find my answer.

A shallow swallow pulled down my throat as the realization hit me.

"I-I don't know how to."

'How does one trust at all?'

I shook my head, tears dripping onto the floor in a silent, doleful melody.

It was then that a sudden screech filled the room.

My head tipped to the side, pupils dilated and focused on the sudden figure by the door.

My heart pounded against my chest, breath quickening as Alastair took a step forward from the doorway.

His steps were slow as if knowing of my hurried chest.

I took the form of a statue by the bed, unmoving, breath halted as my eyes locked on his form, following him as he grew closer and closer.

"Love?" his voice was gentle as he slowly bent down by the bed, eye-level to me.

My chest rose and fell in quickened pace as his hand reached out to cup my face.

"You're shaking," his eyes observed.

"What's wrong?"

His eyes softened as his thumbs rubbed gentle circles along my cheeks in hopes of calming me yet resulting in further more anxiety.

My hand reached up to his just as a cloud passed.

A bright ray of sunlight cast through the window, landing directly on my hand as a gasp pulled from Alastair's throat as he zeroed in on my hand.

My eyes immediately turned to my hand, only to choke.

My nails laid prominently outgrown and pointed against Alastair's hand, scraping slightly against his knuckle, drawing a thin line of blood to drip down his hand in a silent motion, landing right between us in muted drop.

My breath hitched as his eyes widened.

'No. No. No. Please, no.'

I pushed against his chest, pulling from his grip as I scurried to the door.

Just as I got a good grip on the door, I was swept off the floor and into Alastair's arms.

A high-pitched whimper escaped my mouth as I fought against his tightened hold.

"N-No," I whimpered as my vision turned hazy by the sudden rush of tears.

My hands gripped harshly against his silk shirt, pulling and tugging as his grip remained unwavering on my small form.

'He knows. He knows.'

A pounding mantra filled my mind.

He began walking backward as I continued pushing against him, small fists pounding against his chest in a fit of choked sobs.

'Have to get away. I have to get away.'

His body lowered, body landing against plush blankets as he took seat on our bed, ignoring my fit of hysteria.

His lips landed against my shoulder blade in a soft whisper of a kiss as tears ran down my cheeks.

My breath grew so thick that my chest struggled to swallow it down as I shook in his lap, form crumbling piece by piece in his tightened embrace.

"Shh," his lips pulled to my right ear.

"Calm down, love. Nothing is going to happen."

'Why would he say that? How could he say that?'

Of course, something was going to happen.

I broke the law, shifted against the law and he'd seen it with his own eyes.

Mate or not, he was bound by the law.

He had to report me or he'd be considered a partner in crime.

Killed alongside me.

'Killed. I'm going to be killed.'

I couldn't breathe.

Suddenly the room grew far in my fit of hysteria.

My head grew fuzzy, body lax in Alastair's grip as my body grew to jelly.

My throat tightened, mind so silent as the beating of my ever bleeding heart filled the very core of my mind.

'I'm going to die.'

And like that, the match lit.

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casspurrjoybell-19 · 1 year ago

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CLAIMED - Chapter 4

*Warning: Adult Content*

The newborn Alpha twins were cute and Beta Ortiz tried his best to feel happiness for Alpha Oasis Amador and Luna Berlin Cahill but as he sat dejectedly in the dusty corner of the hospital room on the floor, his mind was in a completely different universe.

Even as Berlin's brother Tyrus Cahill had the most awkward interaction with the puny Fae kid, Daffodil which under different circumstances Ortiz would have laughed his ass off about, all he could focus on was this deeply unfamiliar, gut-wrenching emptiness that was slowly colonizing every crevice of his mind.

When Tyrus ran out of the room in search of the kid with the yellow hair, Ortiz made his exit shortly after, which brought him to where he is now, laying underneath his black comforter feeling like complete and utter shit.

Although his wounds from the fight with Alpha Oasis were rapidly healing, his brain kept taunting him by replaying every second of him screaming at his Mate, Pack Warrior Corey Cahill and his face that lacked any semblance of emotion after those harsh words slipped from Ortiz’s mouth.

While sitting in his corner in the hospital after Berlin gave birth, Ortiz kept subconsciously stealing glances at Corey with the hope of catching his eye and seeing any hint of an emotion towards him at all, even if it was anger.

Somehow, it made Ortiz feel even shittier that Corey didn't even acknowledged that he was there.

The Beta rather he get angry and scream and yell at him rather than act like he didn't even exist.

The thing that confused him the most was that he didn't understand why he cared so damn much about the Pack Warrior acknowledging him in the first place.

He fought for months to get the annoying bastard to leave me the fuck alone but now that Corey actually was, Ortiz felt an odd sensation that he'd never felt before.

Did he feel... lonely?

The thought made him sit straight up in bed, shaking his head so hard and fast he thought his freckles might fly off.

He hadn't felt this level of loneliness since was a kid... since before...

"No, no, no..."

He shook his head hard again, forcing his brain to halt his train of thought in it’s tracks before it even started.

With a deep sigh, Ortiz looked around his messy room, glancing at the clock on his bedside table which read 6:42 PM on the bold, digital display.

Although it was painfully early, he flopped back down on his bed and decided to get some sleep in an effort to calm down his highly overactive mind that seemed to betray him more and more every day.

He closed his eyes with and groaned loudly, trying to clear his mind and get comfortable in his large bed.

However, a few minutes later, he found himself curling up into a ball when it occurred to him that it felt so, overwhelmingly... cold and empty.

"What the fuck are you talking about Ortiz, get a damn grip and stop acting like Luna Berlin's needy ass," he grumbled angrily to himself, closing his eyes once again and forcing himself to sleep.

*****

Beta Ortiz tossed and turned for around 3 hours until he just couldn't stand it anymore.

He kept waking up every 10 to 15 minutes, feeling weirdly foreign and uncomfortable in his bed which, before Corey's arrival, had been a safe place for him to come and relax.

But right now, it was one of his biggest enemies.

"Fuck him," Ortiz grumbled under his breath again, going to slide off of his bed, but winced a moment later as he felt a sharp pain in his chest following the words.

‘What the fuck was that?’ Ortiz thought to himself as he rubbed his chest, promptly standing and walking to the door, deciding to go down to the kitchen get some water in hopes of making this chest pain go away.

However, as soon as his hand touched the doorknob, a wave of anxiety hit him again which sent his brain right back into a spiral of overthinking.

‘What if he was out there? How do I react if I see him? Would he react if I said something to him? Why would I even want to say something to him? I got what I wanted, right?’

"FUCK, get yourself together dude, you're a fucking Beta," Ortiz scolded himself, smacking himself in the face gently before flinging the door open with a scowl.

He stormed down the large, winding stairs of the pack house.

Luckily, it was after dinner so he didn't have to worry about talking to the pack members that usually formed large crowds and milled around after meals.

However, as he walked past the large, tastefully decorated living-room, he couldn't help but stop for a moment and stare at the ridiculous sight before him.

Berlin's big brother Tyrus Cahill was sitting on the floor with tons of little flowers in his lap that looked as if he'd foraged them from the woods around the pack house.

The puny Fae from earlier sat in front of him as they faced one another, his abnormally large, blue eyes which Ortiz honestly thought were creepy as hell trained on the much larger man across from him.

Tyrus grinned stupidly as he stuck flower after flower into the Fae's long, yellow hair.

With each flower Tyrus added, the Fae's eyes got bigger and bigger, reaching a size Ortiz didn't even know was possible.

His eyes quite literally took up a bit more than one-third of his face, causing his features to look distinctly doll-like and alien, as they tugged down at the inner corner.

"Do you like them? I skipped dinner and picked them for you in the woods because I think you look like a flower," Tyrus beamed as he spoke to the little Fae, staring at him intently as he waited for a reply.

Daffodil blinked his huge eyes twice, as if he was trying to understand what Tyrus was saying to him before something in his puny little brain suddenly clicked and his entire face turned beet red.

He looked down at his lap and seemed to wheeze with embarrassment and nervousness as he tried to figure out how to reply to the man who had suddenly taken such a deep liking to him.

Ortiz was sure he was not at all accustomed to receiving attention from anyone.

"TyTy... so nice. Thank," Daffodil cried out softly, tentatively reaching for the larger man's hand and rubbing his cheek against it, a universal gesture in which Fae express their gratitude.

The entire Fae race was extremely childlike, loving, and honestly pretty simple-minded.

But even Ortiz had to admit that the pair seemed to work together nicely since they both shared that last trait.

"When I saw you, I thought you were really, really cute and I don't know why but... I want to be around you more. Can we be friends?" Tyrus asked the Fae tentatively and Ortiz could see the equally abnormally large tears welling up in the Fae's eyes as he pulled back and nodded, some of the flowers falling softly out of his hair and onto the floor between the two of them.

"Daffie don't have friend... After I leave Faire Home with brother I sad because doggies no want to be friend with me..."

Giant tears silently streamed down the Fae's face but at the same time, he smiled widely through them and looked up at Tyrus.

It never failed to surprise Ortiz how Fae could display multiple, contradictory feelings at once while also feeling them so deeply.

"Can I hug you?" Tyrus asked, holding out his arms to the smaller man.

The Fae wasted no time at all and practically flew over and tackled Tyrus, causing them to both fall over onto the floor with the Fae on top of his chest.

Ortiz was glad they were already sitting on the floor because they were the last two people who could afford to lose brain cells if they fell backwards and hit their heads any harder.

"Daffie have friend. Have friend," the Fae repeated over and over as Tyrus tentatively wrapped his arms around him as if he would break, both of their faces a bright red.

When Tyrus very, very softly and slowly nuzzled the Fae's hair and the Fae instinctually purred in reaction, Ortiz took it as my cue to leave.

The Beta wasn't sure if they fully understood the fact that they were mates, Ortiz knew it would take some time for them to fully come to that realization but he didn't want to stick around to see if one of their brain cells happened to pop together and they suddenly decide to bang all over the living room.

Ortiz blanched at the thought but for some reason, watching their interaction also filled him anger as he stomped his way towards the kitchen.

‘Why do they get to be happy? Why don't I deserve that? Why is everyone in this pack so damn gay?’

He grumbled as he passed through the arch that led to the large, chef's kitchen which was equipped to feed the large amount of wolves in the pack,and sighed as he saw who was sitting at large island in the middle of the room.

‘Great, just what I need, more chaos.’

"Sweetheart, you have been eating since dinner, please just come to bed already, you know I can't sleep without you," said the larger of the two.

Danny Cahill narrowed his eyes and looked up at his husband as he held a large pickle in his hand, the other preoccupied with the ever-present black neck pillow.

The pair were always acting as if they jumped straight out of a dramatic novel and Ortiz would be lying if he didn't say he found it entertaining every now and then but right now all he wanted was a little peace and quiet.

"I have cravings okay. I want to eat everything I see. I can't help it, you're the one that couldn't pull out... Oh hi Beta Ortiz," Danny said, looking outright startled as Ortiz walked past them towards the cupboards to grab a glass before heading to the fridge to fill it up.

"Hi," the Beta rasped dryly, willing the cup to fill faster from the tiny spout on the front of the fridge.

"Are you okay? I noticed you seemed a bit... hostile the other day. Is there anything you want to talk about? I'm a really good listener," Danny smiled sweetly at him and Ortiz could tell by his soft tone that he genuinely meant those words.

However, at that moment the Beta felt a hot flash of anger take over him and he narrowed his eyes at the man whose son, Warrior Corey Cahill, Ortiz couldn't seem to get out of his head.

"No. I'm fine," he muttered, pressing his lips together to keep himself from blurting out something he would surely regret, just like how he did at that stupid party.

Danny's expression was one of knowing and understanding and for some reason it pissed Ortiz off even more.

‘He doesn't understand me. No one understands me and no one ever will.’

"Well, let me know if you ever want to talk," Danny replied before returning his gaze to his husband. "And as for you... if you really want to take me to bed then come on and make me."

Ortiz watched in horror as Danny lifted the pickle to his mouth and stuck out his tongue, licking the thing slowly from top to bottom while staring straight at his husband.

Raymon Cahill visibly stiffened and his eyes darkened before quickly grabbing his small husband around the waist.

"Bye," the larger man muttered before growling and charging out of the kitchen, Danny's giggles growing fainter as Raymon bolted down the hall and up the stairs.

The pain in Ortiz’z chest flared and he quickly chugged down the glass of water, feeling the cold liquid wash down his throat and settle the sharp pain to some extent.

"Fuck," he whispered, filling up the glass of water again to take upstairs.

He rubbed his chest where the dull pain remained while he padded back upstairs.

On the way back up, he couldn't help but notice a trail of flowers that left a path of the Fae's movement from the living room, leading to the wing of the house that held Tyrus' bedroom.

Ortiz pushed his door open when he got back to his own bedroom, happy to be away from the commotion that was ever-present in the pack house but once he looked up, he stopped dead in his tracks.

His breath got caught in his throat and he thought, for sure, he was going to throw up.

Warrior Corey Cahill's sweaty, incredibly muscular back faced Ortiz as he picked something up from the mess of clothes on the floor before turning around and facing his Mate, his under-eyes dark with what the Beta assumed was exhaustion.

Ortiz was stuck in place, his brain frozen as he tried to figure out how to react.

Corey’s face was just as stoic and indecipherable as it usually was and he stared holes straight into his Mate’s face.

The Warrior’s bare chest glistened with sweat, making Ortiz involuntarily tingle inside, as his brain reminded him how it felt to moan against the muscular contours of his man’s sweaty body as he moved on top of him... Inside of him.

In that moment, Ortiz wanted to die.

The pain in his chest flared to unbelievable heights and he felt so, utterly confused as his mind betrayed him and replayed the events of the mixer in his head like a broken tape, tormenting him and reminding him that... he had hurt him.

‘I will never love another man like the faggot you are. You're an abomination to this entire fucking world.'

Ortiz’z throat closed up at the memory of his words, choking his words in his throat as he attempted to form them.

"I am not here to talk."

Ortiz’s heart sank 6 feet deep at Corey's monotone words, still struggling to find his own as he stood frozen.

His fingers squeezed the glass cup in his hand so hard he could feel how close it was to rupturing and cutting through his flesh.

"I left warrior training and realized I left my clothes. I am simply returning to retrieve them."

With that Corey headed for the door, accidentally brushing the Ortiz’s shoulder with his arm as his large body moved past, knocking the Beta out of paralysis when sparks traveled down his arms and warmed him to my toes.

"Wait, I..."

Corey paused as Ortiz spoke quietly, turning and looking at him expectantly as his lips opened and closed like a fish on land and his words once again lodged themselves painfully in his throat.

Ortiz hated how expressionless Corey’s face was as he stared at him and it made it that much harder to try to choose what words to force words from his throat, which suddenly felt so dry and parched despite drinking an entire glass of water only minutes before.

A few moments of torturous silence passed as Ortiz tried to will his body to do something, say something to him.

But of course, his body still didn't listen.

"Hmm," Corey lightly shook his head and turned on his heel before Ortiz could force his body to work and all he could do was watch as the muscles of his Mate’s back rippled he walked down the hall to the wing that his own bedroom resided in.

It wasn't until Corey was out of sight that Ortiz frowned, stepping back into his room and slamming the door behind him.

‘He's such an asshole. Serves him right. I'm glad he heard what I said.’

Ortiz fumed as he set his cup down next to his bed.

He deflated a little when he remembered how cold and empty it felt the last time he slept in it.

"How could he just walk away like that?" Ortiz muttered, rubbing his chest because the pain had once again flared up again to an extremely painful level.

With a frown, he walked to his closet, bending down and reaching far into the back to root around.

After a few seconds, he found what he was looking for, dusting off the thick layer of dust that had formed before unfolding it.

He hadn't used his weighted blanket since he was a child.

Since after...

He shook his head to push away the memory and stood up, flicking off the lights before laying down in the bed and pulling the ten pound blanket over his shoulders.

It was nothing close to what he wanted, what he craved.

Nothing close to the warmth and feather light touch that Corey provided when they laid together, or the way the Head Warrior enclosed him in those muscular, tanned arms with scars that showed his dedication to protecting the Crescent Moon Pack.

‘This is fine. This will do. I don't need him. I won't apologize. I don't need a man as a mate. I don't want a man as a mate.’

Beta Ortiz repeated those lines to himself as he curled up into himself under the heavy blanket, his chest burning with pain.

“I doesn't need him. I doesn't want him.”

But once again, Ortiz’s body betrayed him as he touched his cheeks, only to find them wet with salty tears.

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rockingrobin69 · 2 years ago

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Win-win-win

It only worked the seventh time, and pretty much by accident. The flowers Harry got were infested with—Luna called it ‘Snorkiees’ when he frantically called, but anyway they wilted by the time he got off the tube. A squirrel stole his box of chocolates—actually stole it out of Harry’s distracted grasp, then ran up the tree with what he could only call a vindictive smirk. The restaurant cancelled his dinner reservation because ‘if he really was Harry Potter he wouldn’t have called himself’, so ‘plan for success’ was a bust, and the perfect blue-sky afternoon turned into a horrible downpour of an evening. Draco found him by the tree, still begging the damned squirrel, soaked to his socks and nearly in tears.

“What—” Draco paused, pale and worried. Harry’s stomach twisted with how terribly he wanted this to work. Even worse with how horribly it was going to fail, just like the previous six times. Like always. “Potter, what the hell are you doing?”

“Erm,” was apparently not much of an answer, because the harsh frown didn’t soften.

“Did you forget where I live? You’ve come over often enough.”

“No, I know where... I just had… erm.”

Draco didn’t have an umbrella either. Or a jacket. He crossed his arms, face scrunched with this guarded expression Harry thought they finally put behind them.

“Did you change your mind?”

He blinked a million and twelve times. “About?”

“About—this. Me. Did you decide it wasn’t so important after all to try and win—”

“Win?” he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry, whether he was already crying, or if Draco was maybe laughing at him. “Win? What the fuck have I—I’ve nothing but lost for the past six months, you arsehole. First I lost my heart to you. Then my fucking head when you wouldn’t even notice. Time after time when you didn’t believe I was—then I lost the bloody chocolates and the flowers you explicitly said one must have when asking a man on a date, and damn it, but I’ve been trying so hard, and if I lose you—if I lost you too, if you didn’t even want to be my friend after this, I don’t think I could—”

He only stopped because something hit him on the head. At first he thought maybe the squirrel was back for round two, but no, it was just Draco. Must have been, because now his arms were wrapped around Harry, and his frown finally melted, dripping down his long eyelashes, soaking his expensive cashmere jumper. Harry covered him best he could with himself before remembering to ask:

“Wait, what are you…”

“I don’t need flowers,” Draco said. “Although chocolates would be nice.”

“Shut up,” Harry found he was laughing, no idea why.

“I suppose I was only trying to… I didn’t mean to make you lose your head.”

He wiped a wet cheek with wet fingers. “Yeah you did.”

“All right, I did.”

Draco’s lips couldn’t decide between a pout and a smile. They were so close, and so wet. Harry could do this all night.

“So you’ll go on a date with me? A proper date, with all the—yeah?”

“Is that a question or a statement?” grey eyes opened, alight and so much an invitation Harry felt weak.

“I’d beg if that’s what it took. Please?”

Draco laughed, and laughed, and came a bit closer in Harry’s arms, and laughed. It was such a soothing sound, Harry would forgive any squirrel in the world.

“Okay, fine. A proper date.”

“Thank god, because I’ve already booked dinner,” he confessed into the crook of his neck. Then: “Shit, I forgot, we lost the table to some grade-F celebrity who—”

“Doesn’t matter,” Draco chuckled in his ear, “we’ll go to mine, I need to dry you up anyway. There’s so much I want to…”

“I know,” Harry nodded enthusiastically, “so much, there’s so much.”

They walked together, still rambling, both too giddily happy to stop, to notice the rain or the street. Or the squirrel, smirking on his tree, rubbing little paws together in a self-satisfied way. A win-win, if you ask him.

For the lovely @theoneindenial and her hilarious prompt, with my sincere apologies for how long it took! 700 words of fluff and a - squirrel? For some reason?

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peonierose · 2 years ago

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#8 from the pregnancy prompts for Luna and Bryce pleasee! I love that the timing is so accurate <33

Mads ❤️

Can I just say I really love your ask? It means the world to me that you would send one to me 💚

Here’s a little something. I hope you like it 😍

Words of Love

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Luna Auclair

Rating: Mostly fluff

Words: 1,000+

Prompt #8 from this wonderful prompt list 😍

Author’s note: All characters belong to PB. I only own my OC’s.

Luna fell asleep earlier on the couch, while we watched the British bake-off, she’s in love with that show. Her eyelids dropped lower and I knew she’s going to fall asleep. She’s resting in my lap. She’s more exhausted these days.

As she moves to find a better position, I think to myself how I’m still shocked we’re having twins.

Honest to god. I’m scared shitless.

What if I make a mistake? What if I’m too harsh? Or say the word no? A word all kids hate. As I’ve been told.

But still we’re both in it.

I brush some strands of Lunes blonde hair away from her face and whisper, my hands resting on her still small baby bump.

”You know your mom is really cool. Super hot too. Hot means very good-looking. See you’re already learning something new. But I’m also really scared. I never thought I’d get married or have kids. Your mom is scared too, even though I know she doesn’t want to show me. But she doesn’t have to be scared. We both love you two. Even though you’re not here yet. We’re so excited of all the things we’ll do. Going surfing, climbing and sky diving. Though I think your mom will be scared to let you guys do that,“ I stop when I hear a sniffle next to me.

I turn my head and see Luna is awake and crying. Full on sobs.

”I hate crying. I always look so blotchy and ugly,“ she cries and I just laugh.

”You’re a jerk for making me cry,“ she says when I haven’t replied.

”Shhh. They can hear you,“ I say putting a finger over my lips.

”They’re not born yet,“ she retorts and moves into a more comfortable position.

”According to the books I’ve read babies are very sensitive,“ I say

”You read a book?“ she sounds surprised

”I’ve read tons of books. I’ve recently read a book about a surgery of stent implants. It was actually pretty cool,“ I say and it’s true. Who knew books could be so cool? I’ll have to buy more, even take Lunes with me to the bookstore. Where we can make out in one of the aisles.

”Anyway. You shouldn’t curse in front of the kids,“ I say

She shakes her head at me.

”You’re unbelievable,“ she says grinning

”I’m unbelievably good-looking with reading glasses,“ I say

”Especially without clothes,“ she says wriggling her eyebrows.

”You know as much as I love you and you being constantly horny all the time is great. It’s doing wonders for my ego. Though it‘s kind of exhausting,“ I say

Luna gets up

”Look on the bright side. Now you finally get me to do some exercising. One where we both get something out of it,“ she says and starts to undress.

I just stare at her.

”What? Are you waiting for an invitation? Or is this not inviting enough?“ she chuckles

I snort and pull my shirt over my head. All of our clothes land on the floor.

I pull her up with me and she settles in my lap.

That’s when my pager goes off.

We both groan.

She leans her head on my shoulder and sighs deeply.

”Looks like duty calls,“ I say. As I get up I carry Lunes with me, who clings like a monkey to me, not wanting to let go.

”I’ll miss you so freaking much,“ she says her voice small.

She lifts her head and I can see the sadness evaporating from her.

”What’s wrong?“ I ask

”It’s just…When you leave for work I feel all alone. And I miss you. I know it’s your job but…“ she doesn’t finish.

I look at her sensing this is more then just Lunes missing me while I’m at work.

”I don’t want to be clingy. It would be nice if we could spend more time together…“ she says and I can tell she’s been feeling like this for some time now.

I sit down on the couch again.

”What’s really bugging you Lu?“ I ask and she leans into me.

”It’s just I…I feel lonely sometimes,“ she says

”Have I been working too much?“ I ask truly wondering if that’s the case. I can be a workaholic and not notice if I work too much.

She shrugs and looks up

”I know you love your job. It’s important and fulfilling for you. I would never want to take that away from you. I just miss my little cinnamon roll you know?“ she says into my chest and I don’t say anything when she uses one of her nicknames.

I smile and hug her.

I take out my pager and let them know I’m not available at this second.

This is more important. Clearly we haven’t spent as much time together as we should. Work, the wedding and now the pregnancy have been cutting into our life. Which is great. But I guess we‘ve both been craving more time with each other.

I get up with her again and walk towards our bedroom. Lunes has a confused look on her face.

When she sees me putting my pager down on my bedside table her blue-green eyes get wide.

”But why? B you shouldn’t have said no to a surgery. Someone…“ she says and I cut her off with a kiss.

”Someone else can take over. You were right. We need more time together. I haven’t seen that we both need it. I was going to cut down my hours anyway,“ I say

She looks at me with glee but tries to dwindle it down.

”We can spend more time in bed,“ I smirk

She sighs and I grin

”That sounds divine,“ she says and I can tell she’s happy about the fact that I’ll be me home more.

As we lie next to each other I draw slow circles on her back.

”Why haven’t you said how you felt? It’s not good to bottle it up Lu,“ I ask wanting to hear what she has to say.

She looks into my eyes. Hers are worried.

”Ever since we moved to Honolulu I’ve been feeling awful, because I’ve felt as if I took you away from your friends and Edenbrook that you loved to work at so much,“ she says and I can tell this has been weighing down on her a lot.

I kiss her brow.

”You didn’t make me move. I wanted to. I’d rather have my kids grow up here than in Boston. I love Boston. But Hawaii has always felt like home. To both of us. You don’t have to feel bad. I’ve wanted this move as much as you did,“ I say and I feel her shoulders relax slightly.

When she looks at me again, the worry is almost gone.

”What happens if you cut down your hours?“ she sounds hesitant.

I shrug

”Nothing much. They know I’ll have twins and I’m getting married. So the logical conclusion is to cut down my hours. Especially when I’ll soon be on parental leave,“ I say pulling her closer, making her laugh.

I love that sound. It’s joyous and makes you want to join in on the fun.

”I’m trying to imagine you carrying one twin and I carry the other,“ she laughs even harder.

”All I come up with is that one scene from The Pacifier with Vin Diesel,“ she says and can’t stop laughing.

When I just stare at her she stops laughing to wipe a tear away

”Oh we’ve got to watch that movie some time. Trust me it’s good,“ she says and continues laughing. She stops when I kiss her.

Though she still smiles against my lips. All thoughts of movies are forgotten. As we spend time with each other.

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lxngbottom · 4 years ago

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i NEED more dominant neville!! maybe something to do with thigh riding idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

Be A Good Girl. | N.L.

in which neville makes the reader ride this thigh.

warnings: nsfw, smut, thigh riding, some degradation, dom!nev (lmk if there are more!)

you guys....... i fucking LOVE dom!neville

(edit: omg im getting to all of your requests so late pls forgive me i’ve had a lot going on in my life lately but i’m on that grind rn)

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it was completely innocent, you see. the timing was bad, you assumed.

you and neville rarely ever fought, as he was never the one for conflict. but, the day before, you had felt like a last priority to the boy. and, maybe he didn’t mean to make you feel like that, but, he did.

so, when you two had screamed at each other for 45 minutes straight in his dorm, and you stormed out, you had decided to give him the silent treatment. and to get your mind off of things, luna had invited you to go to hogsmeade with her and harry.

harry sat in the common room patiently, waiting for your arrival. neville was there as well, because of course he had found out that you had been invited, and he was really hoping that he could try to convince you to not go, and just have a day for you two to make up for his absence the day before.

you finally came walking down the staircase, struggling to fit something into your purse as you did so. because of this, you didn’t notice the gawking stares you were getting from the most of the boys in the common room. neville stared at you, took in your outfit. a tank top due to the warm weather, and a high waisted skirt that showed off the top of your thighs deliciously. you pulled it up a bit, making neville lick his lips in hunger from how fucking sexy you looked.

but, that’s when he realized that he wasn’t the only one staring. and, the realization hit him that you were... punishing him? you? punishing him? you knew damn well that wasn’t how things worked, and on any other day, it would earn a smack on your ass cheek.

“hey, harry! ready to go?” you greeted the boy, zipping up your purse with a toothy smile. he looked you up and down, amazed at the fact that neville longbottom of all people was dating someone that looked like you.

“y-yeah! totally! let’s head out.”

neville stormed over to you, wrapping his hand around your wrist before you could go anywhere.

“we need to talk.” he demanded sternly, his jaw clenched as he witnessed harry practically eye-fucking you.

you rolled your eyes, and snatched away from him. he went to grab you again, but you stopped him with a slap to the wrist. you let out a “hmph!” and walked away with harry, and neville watched as the skirt fit perfectly around your ass.

a punishment definitely had your name written all over it for later.

—

“night, harry!” you waved, smiling at the boy. he waved back, and went up the stairs to go back to his dorm.

you did the same, relieved to finally just be able to relax. maybe, read a book before you fell asleep, or catch up on some journaling. yeah, that sounded nice.

you had a wonderful day. filled with laughs and small conversations between yourself, luna, and harry. you seemed to have completely forgotten about your boyfriend, and the argument you guys had just 24 hours before.

you entered your dorm, your head down to make sure that you locked it back when you stepped in. after your heard the sound of your door locking, you took the small cardigan off that you had brought with you, as the nighttime had made the air much chiller. you hung your purse up near the door, as that was a small system that one of your dorm mates had came up with. you kicked your shoes off, body still not facing your bed.

you went to take your tank top off, until something interrupted you.

“hm.”

the small mutter made you jump, and you turned around quickly to see who the culprit was. of course, it was neville. he sat on your bed, book in hand, and a dark look in his eyes as he stared at you,

you huffed, “what the hell are you doing here? i was changing, you know!”

he chuckled, the small laugh spiteful and low, “don’t stop on my account. it’s not like i haven’t seen you naked before, darling.”

you rolled your eyes, and stomped over towards your bed, “leave!”

he looked up at you, fake curiosity in his eyes. he slammed the book shut, and tossed it on your bedside table.

“why should i?”

you scoffed at him, “because, this is my dorm! and, i honestly don’t want to speak to you! so piss off!”

he found you adorable. your little tough act that you were trying to keep up. he knew it was only a matter of time before you would be wrapped around his finger once again, begging for him to be inside of you.

“you’re not still angry at me are you?”

he knew the answer to that. he just liked to tease you,

“yes! i’m very angry at you, neville! i was having a great day and of course... you come along to make me feel bad when you were in the wrong!”

neville grabbed your thigh as you tried to walk away, his fingers tightening on the sensitive skin, “me in the wrong? i wasn’t the one prancing around in this little skirt all day like a fucking whore.”

the statement made your stomach flutter, and you couldn’t help the blush that raised to your cheeks.

“i know what you’re playing at, petal. and, i don’t appreciate it. do you know how many guys were staring at your ass? staring at what belongs to me?”

the question made your cross your arms, “playing at? i’m not playing at anything, neville. i just wanted to feel pretty today. sorry that you’re angry that other guys find me attractive...”

that fucking attitude. oh god, you were in for it.

neville pulled you down by your wrist, settling you right on top of his lap. you felt his hard cock sticking out from his pants, just waiting to be touched. you couldn’t help but to sigh from the way it felt on your clothed clit.

“watch your fucking mouth, petal. you know i don’t like when you talk back.”

the tone in his voice made your panties dampen, and you tried to look away, avoid his intense gaze, but he quickly turned your face back by grabbing your chin,

“i saw the way harry was looking at you. you wanted him to see your pretty little ass... didn’t you?” he reached his hand up slowly, and caressed your cheek menacingly. you gulped, his dark eyes having a greater affect on you than you’d like to admit.

without warning, the hand that was settled onto the small of your back moved down swiftly, going underneath your skirt, and it came down with a harsh slap to your ass cheek. you whimpered, the burning sensation automatically kicking in.

“how many more slaps do you think you deserve, huh? cause... i think you deserve at least ten more, doll.”

you quickly shook your head, your clothed clit falling victim to his crotch. you bucked your hips up slightly, pleading for more friction.

he looked down, noticing the arousal leaking from your panties, staining his pants. he tsked and shook his head as he studied your desperate attempt to pleasure yourself,

“pretty sluts like you that like to show off don’t deserve my cock... isn’t that right, petal?” he cooed teasing, placing a single kiss on your neck.

“i—i’m sorry... please—“

“no begging. you know what’s coming.”

you sighed, knowing that no amount of pleading would lead you to get your way. you had made him mad, and you knew that there was no getting away with that.

“here’s what’s going to happen, petal. you’re going to get yourself off on my thigh. got it? and maybe... if you’re good i’ll fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. does that sound good?”

you quickly nodded your head, the thought of riding neville’s thigh always being so fun, in the most sinful way possible.

“alright, now be a good girl and do as i say...”

neville began to position himself up against the headboard, as he was not too keen on letting you fall back onto the floor. you waited patiently as he adjusted, beginning to take your tank top off.

he watched as the straps fell, and he licked his lips when he saw your bra covered breasts. he felt his cock twitch from the mere sight of your nipples as you took your bra off, letting it fall to the floor with a small noise.

you reached for the hem of your skirt, but neville interrupted,

“no. the skirt and your panties stay on. it looks too fucking good on you.”

you wanted to protest, as if you were going to do this you wanted to be able to feel all of him. but, you really had no choice. so, you simply nodded and crawled over towards your lovely boyfriend.

he patted his thigh as a sign for you to get on, and you did so shakily, not knowing what to expect.

“move your hips, petal...” he ordered, grabbing them and starting for you, “just like that.”

instantly, that fire in your stomach a-blazed. neville watched as you bucked your hips, trying to desperately not to miss his flexed thigh on your heat. he placed small, teasing kissing along your neck, going down to your breasts, and nibbling on your nipples gently.

you gasped, all the sensations beginning to hit you at once,

“look at my pretty girl, making me so fucking hard. merlin... you’re such a slut...” he breathed out, the movements from your knee cap stimulating him. in times like this, neville almost let the dominant mask slip off, but, he knew he had to keep it on.

“nev—fuck—c-cum...” you stuttered out, that familiar knot in your got trying ever so desperately to come apart.

he chuckled lowly at your state, and the way your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. “please... n—need y-your cock...”

he automatically shook his head,

“i told you, petal... dirty little sluts like you don’t get my cock... you know that already.”

you whimpered, only wanting the sensation of him inside of you, fucking you into oblivion.

as time went by, the urge to release was taking over your whole being. your thighs and hips were aching at this point, and neville as well could feel himself about to cum.

neville placed a sloppy kiss on your lips, “can’t get off, petal?” he teased, a smarmy grin on his face, “i’ll take over for you... even though you don’t deserve it.”

that’s when he held your hips once more, and flexed his thigh to his best ability. he moved you, your whimpers and moans only increasing with every feeling of friction.

“k-kiss...” you muttered, speech shaky and uneven. but, neville knew what you wanted. so, he pulled you in for a heated kiss, his tongue entering your mouth before you could even welcome it.

his cock was aching at this point, and he could feel himself about to release all in his pants.

“cum, flower. i need to feel you cum all over me like a good girl, alright?”

the tone in his voice was all you needed to let out a loud scream, and fall apart right in his arms. your thighs trembled, and neville felt your cum gather all in a pool on his pants. he as well came, a loud groan escaping his lips as your face fell into his neck.

“mhm... you make me feel so good, petal...”

#harry potter #neville longbottom #neville longbottom imagine #neville longbottom smut #neville x reader #harry potter smut #harry potter imagine #neville longbottom x reader #neville x y/n #neville longbottom x y/n #smut #imagine #one shot

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number-1-kuaidul-fanboy · 2 years ago

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My Thoughts on VRAINS Season 1

So far, I’m really liking this one. I was always cautiously optimistic about it though learning it was a spiritual successor to 5Ds (which I wasn’t all that fond of but still think had its good parts), made me a bit nervous. However, I’m glad to see that VRAINS, despite definitely being more serious right from the get-go, still has that “Yugioh feel” I’ve come to love. It allows itself to be silly, even in the Japanese version which is apparently too serious. I have one argument against that stance:

Yeah, that’s all. Ai is hilarious, whatever version you watch. He’s just a silly probably actually still evil bean who wants to be the aloof Yusaku’s friend (or possibly more) and it’s the most endearing part of Vrains so far. I like a lot of the characters, Yusaku, Aoi, Akira, Onizuka, Ghost Girl, I even kinda like Revolver as a villain, but Ai takes the cake. He just makes me laugh, especially his interactions with Yusaku, even if the extent of Yusaku’s “I don’t care about you” act is starting to get a little sad.

Yeah... I don’t know if I’d call that a problem, it’s more like something that’s probably going to be a plotpoint with how consistent it is, but I don’t like how Yusaku treats Ai. I think I’ve made that clear in both this post and previous ones. I do like Yusaku himself. He’s emotionally numb and feels like an outsider due to trauma thus he walls up away from society, which just makes him more emotionally dead and an outsider. The only people he seems to feel close to are people who went through similar experiences or share the same goals as him. I find that interesting, personally. And honestly? Yusaku has already made some progress by the end of season one, much more than Yusei did after two seasons. We see him smile and even laugh during a duel and he and Ai share friendlier conversation:

So yeah, he’s made progress, it’s just small. I hope he makes more by the end of the series, which already feels a little scarily close. Good lord Vrains, why are you so short?! D:

If I had to say problems I have so far... well, the amount of recap episodes but now I know that happened because of production troubles so I’m trying not to be too harsh on that. I’ve been fast forwarding those episodes anyways. It’s not a damning issue now that the show is fully released but it’s something I can only imagine was incredibly frustrating when the show was first coming out. As for other problems... well, I really hate that weirdo tree man and think Aoi deserved better.

Although it should be noted that when she isn’t being mind controlled by Hanoi or unfairly beat by weirdo tree guy, Aoi is pretty cool. Still, I can see her joining the list of “awesome female characters who got fucked over by the writers” club with Mai, Aki, Luna, Carly, Droite, Yuzu, Ruri, Rin, Arc V Asuka, and god knows who else I forgot.

Overall, Vrains good so far. I find the main character to be relatable and interesting when they give him time to be focused on, I hecking love Ai, I like most of the cast as a whole, and card games on hoverboards in a VR world is the exact nonsense I come to this series for. Keep up the good work :D

#yugioh #ygo #yugioh vrains #ygo vrains #vrains #yusaku fujiki #ai vrains #ignis vrains #aoi zaizen #skye zaizen #yugioh stop hating women #I'm not even a woman and this shit annoys me

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lixiepeach · 3 years ago

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Red Moon Drabble Series - Part 11

Summary: Hyunjin figures out he really likes it when Hana is pregnant.

Warnings: Fertility rituals, pregnancy, semi-detailed description of labor, Hyunjin has a pregnancy kink.

These all relate back to the original story. It helps to have read the story before reading through the drabbles. The story can be found on the Masterlist.

MASTERLIST

Hana startles awake as someone shakes her. Hyunjin is standing over her in the dark room, dressed and holding her robe. She had been dead asleep, getting much needed rest in Seungmin’s room. Regardless of her annoyance at Hyunjin for waking her, she lets him pull her up, wrapping her robe around her before thumping down the stairs behind him.

The moon is high in the sky, full and shining down on them. Hyunjin leads her into the yard, towards a blanket set out. She’s still sleepy, letting Hyunjin strip her out of her pajamas. She stands there naked in the moonlight, watching Hyunjin as he grabs the bowl sitting next to the blanket. She watches him as he begins to paint her skin with a red substance, covering her with lines and sigils. She can’t tell in the moonlight what the liquid is, it could have been blood for all she knew.

He focuses on her stomach, painting sigils over her pelvis.

“What are you doing?” She asks as he pushes her back onto the blanket, parting her knees. “My heat is still a week away.”

“Fertility ritual.” He states simply, mixing something in a jar. “Nothing is guaranteed with this kind of magic. But anything that might make it easier.”

He leans over her, holding the jar to her lips. She drinks the foul tasting liquid, some of it spilling out of the corners of her mouth. He dribbles a line of the liquid down her body, letting it slide between her legs. Her body begins to buzz, like she’s about to start floating.

Hyunjin splays a hand over her pelvis whispering quietly. She begins to feel warm, the heat blooming outward from her abdomen. Hyunjin presses a kiss to her stomach, trailing the kisses up her body to her mouth.

***********

Hana lays on the bed in the heat room, candles and various statues placed around the room. Hyunjin was determined to get it in one go, having spent the last week trying every fertility ritual he could find on the two of them. He was lighting the last of the candles, Hana rubbing her thighs together as slick begins to leak out of her.

“You’re sure about this?” Hyunjin asks once more, kneeling on the end of the bed. “I can’t give you what you really need. You’re going to be uncomfortable for two weeks.” He slides his hands up her thighs. “If it gets to be too much, I’ll send one of the alphas in. We can just...give up.”

Hana grips his chin, fighting the lust starting to take over. “No. We’re going to do this. No matter how many tries it takes. Besides, you shouldn’t complain. You get to fuck me non-stop for two weeks.”

Hyunjin gives her a wicked grin, parting her legs finally, leaning down to kiss her.

**********

Hana wakes sticky and starving. She’s laying against Hyunjin’s chest, his arm wrapped loosely around her. There’s a half empty water bottle next to him, and several more empty ones on the floor. She vaguely remembers Seungmin coming in halfway through to clean up the mess of wrappers, bottles, and containers. She remembers more this time. There had been less of a haze with the lack of an alpha’s knot.

It had been a horribly painful two weeks, but she would never admit that.

“Do you think it worked?” She asks, tracing patterns on Hyunjin’s chest.

“We’ll find out in a couple weeks.”

“If it doesn’t, we’ll try again.” She says, pushing herself up slightly. “We’ll try until it does work.”

Hyunjin stares up at her, hand tracing her back. “It’s times like this I wish I was still an alpha.”

“Hey.” She grips his chin, staring into his eyes. “I said it from the start. No matter what it takes. I want your baby, Hyunjin. No matter how many heats we have to try. I want to give you a baby.”

Hyunjin reaches over, grabbing one of the statues. “If we’re lucky, the magic worked.”

“Even if it didn’t,” Hana lays her head back on his chest. “We’ll try again in six months.”

***********

“Anything?” Hyunjin asks, pacing across the living room.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes yet.” Changbin says, looking up from where he’s trying to get Cho-Hee to say “dada.”

Chan is laying on the floor, being used as a human racetrack for the twins’ trucks. It was their new favorite game and Chan was always down to lay on the floor and let the boys play. Fatherhood had really softened him, just as much as it had Changbin, but she knew the alphas would kill to protect their kids if it ever came to it, probably more than they’d be willing to kill to protect their pack. She feels just as anxious as Hyunjin looks. She loves her three babies, but she also wants more.

It’s partly the instincts as a female omega and luna to want a big pack with lots of pups. Omegas never could quite get rid of the instinct to provide the pack with offspring, even after generations of evolution. It stemmed from the harsh lives wolves used to live, the chances of pups making it to puberty was low, so more pups meant more chances for offspring to make it. The need for pups never went away, the desire to have as many as possible never leaving the omega instincts.

That, and she knew how much Hyunjin wanted his own. He had been less vocal about it than Changbin, and even a couple others, but she knew. She knew from the glances he’d give the pups when he thought no one was looking. How he’d volunteer to hold them or play with them whenever he could. How much work he had put into making sure every fertility ritual was done correctly, all the research he did to try and find out just how likely it was for him to get her pregnant, all the tricks he could try to make it happen the first time. She knew the others were taking notes as well. It would be a struggle from here on.

The timer on her phone goes off, the room going still as she picks up the pregnancy test. Even the twins have stopped playing, sensing the tension in the four adults. She looks at the test, closing her eyes for a moment as she takes a breath.

She can’t hide the grin anymore, showing Hyunjin the test. He stares at it in shock, taking it from her hands. She laughs as he scoops her up in excitement, kissing her. Even Cho-Hee claps in excitement, even though she doesn’t understand why they’re excited.

“It worked.” She breathes, cupping Hyunjin’s face. “It worked.”

“I told you there’s some alpha in there still!” Changbin says.

*********

Hana lays still, listening to the heartbeat in her stomach. There’s only one again this time, the single heartbeat loud and strong. Hyunjin rubs his hands over her stomach, rubbing the cream into her skin. He was completely enamoured anyways, hands constantly on her stomach, wrapping around her from behind, always sleeping with at least one hand over her stomach. She hums as he moves his hands to her hips, massaging the sore joints.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says, hands moving to her thighs.

Hana cracks her eyes open, looking down at Hyunjin over her stomach. “I feel like a whale.”

He smirks, pressing kisses to her stomach. “But you look so sexy pregnant.”

Hana had discovered Hyunjin’s desire to have a pup went deeper than she thought it had. He had been touchy with the other pregnancies, but now, he couldn’t help himself. He kept talking about how sexy she was, how much he loved seeing her pregnant. She knows part of it is his excitement for his pup. But apparently, he also found her more attractive while pregnant.

Hana wraps her arms around him as he hovers over her. “Be easy tonight. My back hurts.”

Hyunjin rolls her to her side, pressing himself close behind her. He wraps his arms around her, one hand on her stomach, the other under her head. He cradles her as he ruts into her, moaning quietly into her ear. They weren’t as wild as they used to be, now that there were pups in the house. It was a natural thing in packs, but Hana didn’t want to subject her pups and their developing senses to that. Not that they would understand yet.

Hyunjin makes her cum first, cleaning up after spilling into her. He lays back down behind her, holding her stomach.

“Soon.” She whispers, placing her hands over his.

***************

Hyunjin’s hands are shaking as he kneels between her legs. He was determined to be the one to bring his child into this world. He had helped with the twins and with Cho-Hee, so it only felt right to deliver his as well.

“I can do this if you need me to.” Minho says, looking at Hyunjin’s shaking hands.

“No. I can do it.”

“We’re getting close.” Chan says, wincing as Hana squeezes his hands, another contraction ripping through her.

He was seated behind her, supporting her body as she squatted between his legs. It was the position she stuck to, birthing the other three the same way. She had asked Chan to be with her, wanting her alpha’s support.

Hyunjin presses on her stomach as she contracts again, almost no time between them now. “Okay, you can start pushing.”

Chan whispers into her ear as she bears down, pushing with each contraction. Hyunjin watches the head begin to crown, Minho ready with towels. His son comes into the world screaming, right into Hyunjin’s hands. He tries to blink back the tears, staring down at the small living, breathing being in his hands. He had taken part in making him. This was his son. His own son.

He lets Minho take his son as he tries to focus on finishing his job. He was in love already, and suddenly understood how something so small had taken down both of the most powerful alphas in the pack. Even Minho with his uncaring front was putty in their hands and he got it now. He understood.

“Go on.” Minho pushes him aside. “I’ll finish cleaning up.”

Chan moves from behind Hana, letting Hyunjin take his place. Hana is holding their son now, wrapped in his blanket. Hyunjin wraps his arms around both of them, looking down at him over her shoulder. He presses a kiss to Hana’s head, still damp with sweat.

“He’s so beautiful. You did so good.”

“You had a hand in him too.” Hana says, looking back at him.

She’s practically glowing. She always had a glow about her post-birth. Hyunjin loves it, seeing her like that. He leans his chin on her shoulder, staring down at his son. He can’t help the tears now, tracing a finger over his soft little cheek.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids fic #skz fic #stray kids werewolf au #skz werewolf au #stray kids supernatural au #skz supernatural au #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x oc #skz x oc #ot8 x reader #ot8 x oc

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razieltwelve · 2 years ago

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Sanctuary (Gods AU)

There were stories, passed down from cat to cat, of a sanctuaries where any cat could go for food, shelter, and safety.

Luna could not remember much about her owner. All she had were vague glimpses of a kind, wrinkly face and gentle hands. She had been safe and happy for a while, and there had always been food. And then something had happened. Her owner had fallen down one day and never gotten back up. More people had come, people Luna didn’t know, and she’d been thrown onto the streets.

Her life since then had been tough. The people in the village where she had lived did not care much for a stray cat, and the other strays had fought bitterly to keep what was theirs. Only one cat had been willing to help her, an old stray named Fluffy. He wasn’t as big as the other cats, but he was quick and cunning. She learned a lot from him, and then one day, he told her about his plan.

“We should leave this village,” Fluffy said. “There is a place we can go, a place where we can have all the food and drink we want, a place where we can live safely without having to fight and claw for even the smallest bit of shelter.”

Some of the other cats laughed, but Luna listened intently.

“If you know about a place like that,” she asked. “Why are you still here?”

Fluffy looked toward the walls around the village and past them to the open road and the densely packed trees of the forest. “Because I am just one cat, and I could never get there alone.” He scoffed at the other cats. “All of them have given up. They think the stories are a lie, but I know they are true. If you come with me, then there will be two of us. We can make it.”

Luna thought long and hard. Their life in the village was not easy, but they could get by. Yet, Fluffy was an old cat. She did not know how much longer he would have, and once he died, she would be alone. Out of all the stray cats in the village, he was her only friend. How long would she last when that happened?

“If you’re sure...”

“I am sure.” Fluffy nodded fiercely. “We should wait until the start of spring to leave.”

The winter came, and it was a harsh one, but somehow they survived. When spring came, they left the village, following the road to the north.

As thrilling as it was to experience new places - there were so many new sights and smells - it was dangerous too. There were predators everywhere, and they had to be careful each night about where they slept. More than once, they were nearly caught by wolves, and they even ran into a bear. Yet they managed to survive, and they continued north, passing people every now and then but keeping clear of them.

After many days of travelling, they came to the walls of a place much bigger than the village. There were many people travelling in and out of it, and it was far noisier than any place they’d ever been to. Luna nudged Fluffy.

“Is this the place?” she asked. It did not seem very safe although it was probably better to be inside the walls than outside.

“It is,” Fluffy said. “I talked to a cat who was with a merchant once. It was he who told me of the place we need to go. If we go inside, we will find it. He said to look for a big building with the sun upon it.”

“A big building with the sun upon it?” Luna frowned. “What does that mean?”

“I’m not sure,” Fluffy admitted. “But we should go inside.”

The two snuck through the gate. Inside, there were so many people doing so many things. And the buildings! They were much bigger than those in the village. Carefully, they made their way through the crowd until they were met by a cat who wore a collar about his neck. On the collar was a symbol that reminded them of the sun.

“Are you new here?” the cat asked.

“We are looking for a big building with the sun upon it,” Fluffy said.

“Ah.” The other cat nodded. “Then you’re looking for sanctuary?”

“Sanctuary?” Luna asked.

“It is a place where you will be safe. There will be food and drink, and you can live the rest of your life without fear or worry.” The other cat turned. “If you want to go there, then follow me.”

They followed the other cat, and he led them to a huge building. It was a temple, but far greater than the tiny, meagre shrines of the village. People bustled back and forth, and guards stood sentry at the gates. On a vast arch hung a golden disc. The guards nodded at the three cats and let them pass, and Luna and Fluffy followed the other cat into the temple.

“What is this place?” Luna murmured.

“This is the temple of Yang. She has many names and titles, but you might know her as the Sun or as the Day.” The cat padded up to a robed human who knelt to scratch his back. “It is her light that shines upon us, and it is by her command that any cat that arrives at her temple is to be given sanctuary.”

Fluffy and Luna looked at one another. The old cat trembled.

“We made it,” he said quietly.

“We did,” Luna agreed.

Another human came forward. She was younger than the first, but her eyes were kind, and she had food and water for the two of them.

X X X

It is said that no cat in need is ever turned away from one of Yang’s temples, and that whoever dares to harm a cat upon those hallowed grounds will be struck dead where they stand. In return, it is said that cats honour her above all other gods, and that they served her faithfully.

It is why cats meow and hiss in the dead of night. There are hidden dangers that dare not sneak into the mortal realm when Yang’s light is present. It is up to cats, therefore, to sound the alarm in Yang’s stead when night has fallen.

#gods au #fanfiction #yang xiao long

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shysneeze · 4 years ago

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How they react to you getting hurt:

description: how various harry potter characters (Harry, George, Fred, Neville, Hermione, Luna and Ginny) would react when you are hurt

warnings: injury mention but not really described, brief mentions of food, generally just concern etc

(A/N: this was requested a bit ago and i can’t find the request now but sorry it took so long!! i’ve never done preferences before so it’s kind of headcanon-esq, but hope you enjoy anyway)

harry:

Harry has been the one in the hospital wing bed before, felt the itch of the thin bed sheets and heard the creak of the bed springs that with ache with the smallest movements.

However, seeing you in the hospital bed is a whole other kettle of fish. It doesn’t matter how minor the injury, a concussion from quidditch? a bad dose of the flu? He’s sitting by your bed side tapping his foot anxiously, even if you’re awake and rambling.

When you notice his concern, it will only take a reminder of his own injury-risking behaviour and he gets rid of the hypocritical lecture he’s been planning in his head.

But he’ll be very gentle with you, all soft kisses and quiet conversations until you’re back to yourself again.

George:

George is no stranger to the occasional injury, usually by his and Fred’s own inventions, so i low-key think he has a mini first-aid kit on him most of the time. Just some healing paste, some plasters and tweezers (his broomsticks are older than a lot of his teammates, i just know he gets splinters okay??) that rattle around in his pockets waiting to come in useful.

So if you get hurt, he’s actually pretty helpful. He’ll be very gentle when he touches you in fear of hurting you more, and sometimes his tongue pokes out just a little if he’s concentrating really hard on cleaning up a cut or something.

Whether it’s minor or hospital wing worthy though, he’s cracking jokes to cheer you up and only feels himself stop worrying once he hears you laugh again.

Fred:

If he witnesses it happening, he’s very quick (and sometimes dramatic) to come to your aid (you once got a paper cut and her held your finger into the light for inspection for at least five minutes).

If it happens at the hands of someone else, an accidental shove in the hallways or a jinx, he’s planning revenge instantly, which is when some of the more harsh pranks tend to come into action.

If it’s a hospital wing sort of injury, he’s sneaking in contraband snacks while Pomfrey pretends not to see it happening. He insist on keeping you company until he is certain for sure you’re alright, even if you’ve told him a million times already.

Neville:

Neville worries in a subtle way that onlookers might not always notice. Chances are, you’ve assured him already that you’re fine, and he knows you well enough than to keep asking, no matter how much he wants to.

So, he gets a little clingy. Not so much that its concerning or annoying, but walking that little bit closer on the way to classes, goodnight kisses that last just a little too long and worried glances when he thinks you’re not looking.

Chances are you’ll wake the next day to find he’s concocted some natural remedy from some plants. A burn in potions? babes is waiting the next day with aloe vera. Bad cut? Did you know that sphagnum moss is an excellent antiseptic?

Hermione:

Hermione tries her best not to show you she’s worried but she’s already thinking of the millions of spells and potions that can help.

She trusts Madam Pomfrey, she really does, but something takes over when you’re in the hospital bed, and suddenly the urge to ask the school nurse every question under the sun takes over.

“Are you sure that potions is best? i heard that-“

“Miss Granger, i know you are worried but i am very good at my job,”

Once she’s calmed her nerves though, she’ll read your favourite books to you, even if you’re unconscious or sleeping, just so you know she’s there.

Luna:

Luna is another one who just happens to carry first aid materials with her. It doesn’t matter the injury, she has an obscure potion and plasters with little flowers printed on them.

She drives Madam Pomfrey mad when you’re in the hospital wing because she begins to bring random magical objects she claims have a healing effect to them, but it’s just like a dusty old hand mirror or a pretty looking rock she found in the lake (it always works which is what stresses Pomfrey out the most).

She likes to keep you company, and will talk about everything and anything until you’re eventually falling asleep, and then she’ll wait until she’s sure you won’t wake before leaving, because she doesn’t want you to wake up alone.

Ginny:

Ginny gets a bit over protective, it’s in her genes. I like to think she doesn’t even notice herself doing it until people are smirking at her at the breakfast table when she’s subconsciously loading your plate with food, or refusing to let you do the “heavy” lifting and carrying all your stuff to and from classes, even the ones you don’t share.

One hundred percent will shout at anyone who happens to accidentally hurt you, often scaring first and second years when their jinxes stray a bit far off target and hit you by accident.

Having to pull her aside and promise her you’re really fine, (and explaining that “I love you but if you make me drink my orange juice with straw at breakfast one more time, Ginny Weasley-”), but you know she just wants to make sure you’re okay in the end, and letting her spoil you for maybe just a little longer.

#harry potter preferences #ginny weasley x reader #luna lovegood x reader #hermione granger x reader #harry potter x reader #george weasley x reader #neville longbottom x reader #fred weasley x reader #harry potter imagines

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thegreenmetblue · 3 years ago

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STARKER FESTIVAL SUMMER BINGO : 9th square

hurt/comfort

read on ao3

im gifting this one to @itfeelssogoodmrstark because 1. gift day 🙈, 2. you’re being the sweetest with me when i get anxiety and it does help me 🥺 and 3. you always give me the motivation to write 🥰, love you sm luna ❤️❤️

tw : anxiety, heart palpitations and panic attack

My Heart Is Yours, So Hold Me Forever

My Heart Is Yours

“Boss, I have to inform you that the boy’s heart is beating faster than usual.”, FRIDAY alerts Tony while he’s working in the lab. Tony stops, the boy ?

“Fri, are you talking about Peter ?”, he asks, frowning. Why is his AI calling Peter ‘the boy’? “Affirmative, Sir.”, his creation answers. Tony tries not to start to worry.

“Is he patrolling or doing any exercices ?”, the man asks, still trying to not panic yet. Is Peter in danger ? Where he is ? He’s supposed to be at school at this hour of the day. He shouldn’t be patrolling. Which would mean he-

“He presently is locked in the bathroom of his high school, Boss. From the vitals Karen just transmitted me, it appears he’s not in danger, but his body shows several signs of panic and anxiety.”, Tony hears her voice echoes in his brain. Shit. What happened ?

In less time that Tony would have taken to even walk to his kitchen, he’s in the suit flying to Peter’s school. He tries not to let his heart race too much. Peter’s probably having a panic attack or something. He can’t allow himself to have one too. Not right now.

Tony doesn’t even care that people could see him almost running in a high school. He just cares about Peter.

When he opens the boys’s toilets’s door, the first thing he hears is small sniffles. “Pete?”, he says softly, not to scare the poor thing. Tony hears the boy’s breath stopping suddenly.

“Mr- Mr. Stark ? Is that you ?”, a small cracking voice asks. He’s been crying. Tony closes the first door and completely enters the bathroom. “Yeah it’s me kiddo.”, the man answers in an almost whisper, still trying to sound like he’s not worried.

“What… What are you- ? Why are you here ?”, Peter whines, almost like he’s gonna cry again, he’s a bit breathless. So Tony was right, was Peter having a panic attack ?

“Please I’d like better not to talk to an orange school door toilet, Pete. Get out of there.”, Tony says and as soon as he hears a small sob, he realizes he’s being a bit harsh. Shit. He has to control his damn worry.

“Im sorry, kid. Fri alerted me you were panicking. What happened Peter ?”, he finally questions, trying not to stress the boy. There’s no direct answer, but another sniffing. Tony doesn’t push it. He wants to, but he doesn’t. He gives Peter enough time to speak.

“I- I don’t really know… I.. my heart is- just beating so fast right now, and my stomach is so clenched and I feel like I can’t breathe.”, Peter explains after a few seconds, Tony hears the trembling in his voice, he wonders if it’s because of his heart beating fast or because he cried.

“It’s alright, Peter… Hey, can you get out of there for me please ?” There’s another silence, Peter’s breath is louder, shakier. Tony’s shoulders release a bit of their tension when he finally hears the ‘click’ of the door’s lock.

But the view before him almost breaks his heart. Peter’s eyes are red, his cheeks are read too, and he’s literally trembling, a hand clenching on his shirt just where his heart is at. And Tony just wants to hug him and never let go. Fuck, when did he become that protective with Peter ? He’s seen people in so much worse state. And yet, his protection instinct never were that strong.

“Sweetheart…”, he lets slip. It only adds more tears to Peter’s eyes. “Im sorry…”, the boy mumbles, looking down.

“Hey. None of that. Can you tell me what happened ?”, the man asks, still restraining himself to pull Peter close to him. Shit, Stark get a hold on yourself. But again, Peter only seems to have more and more difficulties to breathe.

“Hey, Hey, it’s alright Peter. Breathe for me please ? In and out ? You’re alright buddy, it’s alright.”. Tony’s soft voice seems to work out a bit on Peter. But the hand on his heart is still there. FRIDAY told him Peter’s heartbeats were reaching 160 bpm, which is definitely too fast for someone who’s just standing in a bathroom.

Peter opens his mouth and lets out a shaky breath before speaking. “I don’t know what happened, it- it happens lots those days and I don’t know why, im just getting really anxious and then I feel like I can’t do anything, I get- those, my heart, it’s being like this for no reasons, and it scares me. I feel like Im gonna have a heart attack.”, he explains in one shot, voice still trembling. Tony shushes him. But Peter continues. “And my tummy feels like- clenched and I hear my heart echoing in my whole body right now, it hurts my chest and my back. And-”

“Peter.”, Tony cuts him. “Please, you have to breathe.”

The boy does what Tony asked him to. He’s still trembling. Tony sighs. “Calm down okay ? You’re safe right now.”

“I know Im safe, Mr. Stark! That’s the issues, I don’t know why, and I think- I think you’re making it worse, I don’t know what triggered it, I can’t calm my heart, I feel like it’s gonna explode in my chest.”, Peter blurts out once again. The man tries not to get upset by Peter saying he’s making this worse.

And then Peter’s eyes start to water again. “Im- I think Im having a heart attack Mr. Stark, I can’t- I can’t breathe.”. Tony’s own heart clenches at that. “Shhh, Pete… You’re not having a heart attack, you can breathe, you’re doing perfect right now Sweetheart.”, this one petname was volunteer. Tony hates to admit it, but he damn knows how much those affect Peter. But the boy just seems to get more and more anxious, he’s even starting to get away from Tony, stepping back. Tony stares at the boy’s hand, still clenching hard on his shirt, like he needed to feel how fast his heart was beating.

“Pl-Please, make it stop, I- I left the class without even asking if I could, the teacher is gonna send May something, and it’s worse, you make it worse, Mr. Stark, please.”, Peter starts to full cry now, his body trembling even more. Okay, that’s it. Tony thinks.

“Pete, can I touch you ?”, he still asks, not to startle him even more. Peter doesn’t answer but he nods. “Okay turn around and take your shirt off.”, he orders, voice still soft. That gets a reaction out of Peter.

“What ?”, he says dumbly, he can’t blush because his cheeks are already red but Tony hates that he wished they weren’t just so he could see the red creeping in the boy’s cheeks at that. And then he hates himself, thinking like that when Peter clearly isn’t feeling okay.

“Do what I say, Pete, Im not gonna do anything, I promise.”, he tries to reassure the boy. God, he knows how that sounds.

Peter stays silent for a little while and then actually does take his shirt off. In front of Tony, before turning away from him. Tony tries not to stare. He’s being the worst right now., but then Peter actually turns around and facing the boy’s back makes it easier for Tony to remember why he’s doing this.

Peter lets another sobs. “My chest- it burns, I can’t calm it down, why is-”, he starts but Tony cuts him again.

“Shhh, I want you to forget your heart, Pete. You forget your heartbeats and focus on my finger, alright ? Im gonna write words in your back, baby. And the only thing you have to do is to guess the letters, and then the word, okay ? Im sure you already played this game before.”, he explains, still making effort to keep his voice soft and reassuring for Peter.

Tony knows Peter really isn’t in his normal state when he doesn’t hears the awkward response he would have said in a normal situation if Tony said he’d draw letters on his bare back. The only thing he gets is Peter nodding again and whispering a small, shaky ‘Kay.’.

Tony puts a hand on the boy’s shoulder, to ground him. And then, with his second hand, he draw a ‘W’ on Peter’s back. He sees Peter’s skin shivering but it’s the only thing he gets.

“Pete, what letter did I just draw ?”, he asks, patiently. “Huh.. I- I don’t know.”

“Shhh, it’s okay, Im gonna do it again, okay ? Please focus on my finger on your back.”, Tony whispers before doing another ‘W’ on Peter’s back. He hates how smooth his finger feels against that sweet skin.

“W ?”, Peter asks and Tony smiles, praising a soft ‘yeah that’s good, perfect.’, before drawing an ‘E’.

Peter’s body and breath are still shaky, but the latest doesn’t come out as sobs anymore. This time, he guesses on the first shot. “E.”, he says, voice still sick. Tony hums and draws a ‘B’.

“Are- Are you gonna write webs ?”, the boy asks finally. Tony hides a laugh. “Smart boy. It’s what came to my mind first. But the game is more about focusing on each letter, less about finding the word, Pete. Just focus on the way my finger feels on your back, huh ?”. The man hates how that sounds again. But it’s what Peter has to do, so he nods. He started with a short words on purpose so Peter doesn’t get overwhelmed by the task.

Tony draws a ’S’ and then leaves his hand on Peter’s back. He doesn’t ask if Peter’s heart feels less like it’s gonna explode. Peter has to focus on something else.

“Alright, Im gonna start a new word now okay ?”, Tony prevents. He thanks the lord that it’s classes hours because it’s probably safe from anyone entering the bathroom right now. God- What would it even look like ? Plus, it’d just throw Peter in an even more stressing situation.

Next, Tony goes with ‘P-E-A-C-H’, just because he can smell Peter’s peachy shampoo from there. The boy seems already more calmed down. No more sobs, breath more regular, trembling almost gone. They don’t talk about anything else but the ‘game’, Peter tells letters and words, and Tony praises.

’H-O-N-E-Y’ He’ll be damned, he doesn’t even care.

‘V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N’

Every time Tony starts a new word, he sees Peter’s back shivering. But he doesn’t care, because Peter looks better. Sounds better. He can feel how relaxed the boy starts to be with the hand that’s still on his shoulder.

’S-A-N-D-W-I-C-H’ Peter even laugh, saying that now he’s hungry.

And Tony goes for the last one, because it worked, Peter’s not panicking anymore. ’S-W-E-E-T-H-E-A-R-T’. Yes, two petnames, he’s already damned anyway.

“Sweetheart ?”, Peter says in a weak voice. And it’s the first time he asks a question. Because he’s not searching for approval. He’s asking if the sweetheart is him. Tony decides to ignore that, pretending he didn’t understand and praises him for finding the right word.

“Turn around now, Pete.”, he orders gently. Peter’s eyes aren’t frantic, his mouth isn’t twisted, he still have red cheeks, but Tony guesses it’s because of- anyway. “It… It worked, my heart feels normal again. My stomach too. I… Thank you, Mr. Stark.”, Peter says, hesitantly, looking- looking at Tony with eyes that makes him wanna protect him forever. “I… I liked the- your hand, on my back.”

And it’s too much, Tony can’t help it, without Peter even having any time to realize it, Tony pulls him close in a hug. It takes a second for Peter to wrap his arms against the man too. Tony may be hugging him too tight, he doesn’t care. He just cares about having Peter here, close, safe. They don’t say anything, they just keep hugging like it was the last time they would see each other.

And automatically, Tony’s hand finds his way to Peter’s hair. The sound Peter makes, and tries to hide by sinking his head deeper in Tony’s chest, sends butterflies into Tony’s stomach. Fucking butterflies. What is he ? 12 ?

They stay a bit more like this, Tony petting Peter’s hair, his hand snarling into the boy’s soft curls. It’s like magic. Because it appeases both of them. Peter doesn’t even bother to hide the purrs coming out of his mouth, and Tony- Tony is melting.

It’s lasting too much. Tony’s hand slides into the boy’s neck and he feels Peter’s skin shivering again. Stop., he tells himself. Stop before you cross the damn line, Stark. But fuck, the line is so blur right now.

Fuck, don’t.

With his other hand he tilts Peter’s head up, moving themself just a bit further but now they’re facing each other. Tony closes his eyes. Peter’s cheeks are so red, his eyes are just- begging him to do it. He can’t. He can’t look because he’s about to do the biggest mistake of his whole life, and it’s saying lots.

“Mr. Stark… Please ?”, Peter finally whispers, voice just demanding, his breath caressing the man’s face. Tony’s eyes open on their own.

Fuck it.

And the next thing both of them can understand is that their lips are against each other’s. Tony can’t believe he’s doing this. Peter can’t believe this is happening. But both of them just can’t fight it anymore. Peter’s body suddenly wraps around Tony’s and the man clenches his hands around Peter’s back hard. He wants Peter to be closer, he wants Peter to be safe, he wants Peter to be his, he wants Peter.

It’s sloppy, Peter doesn’t know how to kiss. Tony doesn’t mind. No, it’s a lie, Tony knows he’s Peter’s first kiss and it awakes something dangerously warm inside him.

The small choked noises Peter is doing right now are gonna stay graved in Tony’s memory forever. It’s so good, it feels like liberty and flying. For both of them. It feels like there’s a fire, and both of them are into it, but it’s not a bad burning, it’s a beautiful burning.

And when the kiss stops, for them to breathe, Tony sees the most beautiful thing in the world in front of him. And this beautiful thing is looking at him like he just hung the moon.

“I- Im- Oh my god, Im so sorry Mr. Stark, I didn’t want t-”, Peter starts, stuttering and panicking again but Tony puts a finger on his mouth, shushing him immediately.

“Shhh, we don’t want you to have another crisis don’t we ?”, he says. And then there’s a silence. A loud one. Peter looks like he’s about to cry again. Tony has a choice to make. A big one. Two solutions, only one of them is reasonable.

“Let’s move to the compound, Pete. Not sure you’d appreciate one of your teacher seeing you kissing Tony Stark.”, he finally says. Yeah, Tony isn’t really known for making reasonable choices. But when he sees the boy’s face lightning up in front of him, it really doesn’t matter anymore.

So Hold Me Forever

Peter was having a great day. It’s summertime and he, MJ And Ned went to the public swimming pool -yes, he told Tony they wanted to go there and not in the penthouse’s swimming pool-, and now they’re eating in a fast-food. Holidays just started, no more school, no more homework, no more exam, yeah, Peter is definitely having a great day.

The boy was threatening MJ to give him back his fries when he felt his heart clenching hard.

Oh no.

That must have reflected on his face because suddenly, both Ned and MJ are asking him if he’s alright.

“I- I gotta go, guys, sorry, I’ll maybe catch with you later!”, Peter hurries before literally jumping from his seat and rushing out. He knows it’s a lie. He know he definitely won’t come back. Because Tony is having a panic attack right now.

Fuck. If it wasn’t for his spidey sense, he wouldn’t even have known. Meaning that Tony told FRIDAY not to alert him.

“Fuck you Tony…”, he mumbles, already swinging his way back to the compound. In those moments, Peter wished he had an armor like Tony to go faster.

When he finally arrives, he asks FRIDAY to localise Tony and then rushes to the lab. Tony is there, sat on the floor, back against the wall, breathing loudly. That vision makes Peter wanna throw up. He knows he can’t panic, he knows he can’t touch Tony, so he gently crouches in front of him.

“Tony, hey…”, he whispers, just not to startle the man. When their eyes meet, the boy’s jaw clenches because of how scared Tony looks.

“K- Kid, Pe-Pete. Get- Get o-”, the man tries to say, but Peter shushes him. “Stop talking, Im not going anywhere Tony, Im right here.”. Peter tries to control the shakiness in his voice.

He’s mildly happy to see Tony trying to nod. But if the man doesn’t put up a fight for Peter not to see him like this, then it’s that it’s really serious.

“Okay, Tony please I want you to breathe okay ? Can you breathe ? In and out ? In. In, Tony. Breathe please…”, he murmurs despite his state. But Tony doesn’t really show any respond to what he said, he’s not even looking at him. The boy sighs, fighting the tears. Not the fucking time to act like a baby, Parker. And he crabs both of Tony’s wrist.

Tony jumps, and finally locks his eyes into Peter’s. “Pet-Peter…”

“You’re okay, you’re okay Tony. It’s just a panic attack. You know what you have to do when you got those, right ? You gotta breathe. C’mon… No. Keep staring at me, please. Okay now, now-”, but Peter stops himself to take a breath. He hates seeing the man like this. “Now you gotta copy how Im breathing okay ?”, the boy asks. He shouldn’t ask, he should order.

“Honey.”, he says instead, softly. Tony still has his eyes locked into Peter’s. Peter’s still holding both of his wrist. It’s fucking scary to feel how much Tony’s shaking. He’s glad he has his superstrength, because he’s able to maintain Tony. The petname does it because Tony nods again, making a distress sound that clenches Peter’s heart so hard.

“Okay, good Tony, c’mon, like me please.”, Peter whispers before starting to breathe loudly. Calmly, but loudly, so Tony can focus on it enough to try to copy it.

“Don’t let my eyes down, Tony. Please, you always says you love my eyes. So focus on them, please. You can stare and then make fun of me because of that yellow spot I hate okay ?”, he panics a bit. Peter hates that he’s rambling even in time like this. But he just wants Tony to focus only on his face and breathing.

“Can’t-”, Tony starts but cuts himself before speaking again. “Can’t breathe.”, he manages to say. And suddenly, Peter’s lips are on his. It’s not a kiss. It was either that, either a hand on his mouth. But it just looks a bit less frightening than if Peter was stopping Tony from breathing through his mouth.

A few seconds pass before Peter moves back to his initial position. “Keep your mouth shut, Tony.”, he gently orders. “Okay, now Imma ask you the same thing but only breathing through your nose okay ?”

Tony nods again, so Peter starts breathing loudly through his nose. He forces Tony’s hands down and sits completely in front of him. Peter doesn’t even know how he can keep his breathing calm, because he just wanna burst into tears, but he does.

The man finally tries to copy the slow breathing. At first it doesn’t work because Tony’s breathless but they keep going, in silence. Just Peter holding his wrists and keeping eyes contact.

It takes a few minutes but Tony does calm himself a bit. Not enough for it to be done, but enough for practically having the same breathing pace as Peter.

So that’s a step done. Peter feels a bit calmer already. Having Tony like that in front of him is pretty scary. And he’s also always scared he won’t be able to help him. The first time Tony had a panic attack, Peter was so lost he had to call Rhodey.

A few seconds go by, still in a loud-breathing-silence and then Peter gets up. Tony follows his eyes up. “What… What are you doing kid ?”, kid. Tony doesn’t really call him like that anymore -expect for a few times in bed because c’mon that’s kinky-. If he does right now, it’s because he’s still not completely aware of the situation, still panicking. The boy gives him his hand. Tony grabs it without questioning it. And Peter pulls him up, again thanks to his superstrength. “I need you up for this.”, Peter fakes chuckles. He wants his boyfriend to know it’s okay. All of this. “It’s okay.”

And then Tony is up, legs still shaking a bit. “Friday, how’s Tony’s heart doing please ?”, he asks to the AI. “Still going faster than it should for its own good.”, that makes the boy nods.

Peter stares at him and remembers Tony actually asked him for touching permissions when he had heart palpitations. “Are you okay for me to touch you Tony ?”, he questions with a soft smile. “Yeah I am, Pete…”, the man answers, voice half breathless, half joking. And suddenly Peter’s hugging Tony. Hard. Both of their chests are glued together.

Peter hears Tony’s air stops before coming back more as a sigh. He wonders if it’s a good sign. He isn’t even sure if what he’s doing right now is helpful or no. But technically that should work.

Tony passes a hand on the boy’s neck, stroking gently the beginning of his soft curls. Peter shivers. That’s perfect. His own heart needs to be calm for this, Tony is making it calm. Because feeling the man’s one stammering against his chest definitely doesn’t help.

“Im not… Im not sure why the hug, but it does feel good, Pete”, Tony chuckles softly. He tries to act like it’s done. Peter knows it’s not. Their body are clenched against each other, he can feel the trembling everywhere.

“It’s not just a hug, we have to stay like that, okay ? It… It helps.”, Peter mumbles, not so sure he wants to explain to Tony. “What helps ? Hug ? Love ? Im.. Im sure it does, P-Pete, you did good there.”, the man tries to praises him. Peter clenches his teeth. It’s him who should praise Tony for being able to follow what Peter asked.

“You did good actually Tony. Not me. And it’s… not about hug or love. It’s about… about the fact that when two people hug, their hearts are against each other, the skin is the only barrier. And the human heart has this thing you know ? To copy beats. Like with music, when there’s loud beats, the heart tends to- anyway. What I mean is that, your heart is beating really fast right now, too fast. And mine is okay. So when we hug, like this, both of our hearts will try to copy each other’s beat. So yours should go back to a normal pace more quickly than if we just waited for it to. And it’s also nicer. T- To hug, I mean. Than to like… just wait.”, Peter finishes and wants to slaps himself for not being able to not ramble. He knows his cheeks are red and hates that.

But when his eyes go up to meet Tony’s, all he can read here is love. “Sweetheart…”, Tony whispers. But he doesn’t add anything else. However he kisses the top of Peter’s head. Again, it’s gestures that appease both of them.

“Let’s stay like this, then. So your heart can-”, the boy starts but gets cuts by Tony. “Yeah staying like that sounds perfect to me, Honey.”

So they stay. Both of them wouldn’t have any idea of how many time they stayed like this, holding each other, waiting for Tony’s heart to beat at a normal pace again. It seems like forever and just- out of time at the same time. Slowly, their position shifts a bit. Peter watches carefully that both of their hearts are still perfectly against each other, but he lets his head fall against Tony’s shoulder. Tony has his leaned on Peter’s. The man’s hands are on Peter’s hair and the boy’s ones are slowly caressing his back.

It’s finally FRIDAY’s voice who interrupt them. “Boss, your heartbeats seem to have found a slow pace again.”, she says, making them jump at the same time, stirring them out of that headspace they both went to.

Peter steps back a bit and study Tony’s face. There’s no visible signs of panic anymore. “How are you feeling ?”, he can’t help but ask. “Could be better, but could have been way worse if you haven’t showed, Pete.”, Tony smiles, creating butterflies in Peter’s stomach. “Thank you, my babyboy.”, the man adds with a smile, a fondly smile. Peter opens his mouth but nothing goes out. Tony takes his hand and brings them to the couch.

It’s easy. It’s easy to forget what just happened when Tony brings them close, under a pile of blankets on the couch. But Peter doesn’t.

“Tony… What… What happened ? Why did you… What triggered the panic attack ?”, he finally asks. Because he wants to know. Because he worries. Because he loves him. And he wants Tony to share everything with him. The good and the bad. Tony’s first silent answer is to tighten his grip around the boy’s body. Not in a bad way, more in an affectionate way. Peter wants to say ‘You don’t have to tell me.’, not to pressure Tony into saying anything, but he needs to know.

“Let’s say I… St- Rogers sent me a letter.”, Tony tells finally. Without adding anything else. He doesn’t have to. He doesn’t want to either. And that’s where Peter won’t cross the line. He got his answer. He sees Tony’s gaze wandering away and immediately comes up with something to bring him back. “Did you read it ?”, Peter questions, to tell Tony he doesn’t have to explain more. Because Peter knows. Peter knows what happened after his first battle with and against the team. And he knows how it fucked Tony up, he saw how it fucked Tony up.

“No.”, short answer. Message received.

“Okay… Thank you for telling me Tony.”, Peter practically purrs against him, showing that now they can both move on from that. But Tony apparently doesn’t catch it. “Peter, Im sorry you ha-”

“Don’t.”, Peter cuts him almost harshly. Tony shoots him a look. “Don’t say you’re sorry. I hated seeing you like that. But I would have hated it so much more if I wouldn’t have been able to help you Tony. Let me help. I wanna share those things with you. Not just the soft, not just the huh.. sexy stuff, but also this. I don’t want you to hide this part of you from me, Tony. I.. I love you. You. Not you minus your… this. You, entirely.”, Peter almost whines, fighting back the tears again. He expected Tony to shush him orally, but no. Tony leans on and kisses him.

It’s a real kiss this time, not like the one Peter did just to make Tony breathe through his nose. Peter kisses him back. It’s slow, it’s loving, just the kind of kisses both of them need right now. Peter feels so good. When Tony breaks the kiss, still staring at Peter, the smile he got makes the boy wanna bury his head against his chest. “I love you too, Petey Pie. My smart boy…”, he whispers before giving Peter another small smack on his lips.

Then they both go back to lying down, cuddled against each other under the blankets. There’s a comfortable silence. But Peter breaks it again. “If there’s something you should feel sorry about is not alerting me when this happened, Tony. Please… Promise me you will next time. Please.”, he mumbles again, hiding his head in one of the blankets.

The boy hears Tony sighing, a silence, and then “Sorry. Im gonna let you know from now on… Promise, kiddo.”. Peter only raises his head up and kisses Tony’s cheeks.

“How did you know ?”

Shit.

“How did I know what ?”, he tries, dumbly.

“How did you know I was having a panic attack ?”, Tony clarifies. Peter didn’t need him too. He just, feels so stupid for this. It’s like, proving Tony how much everything in him just loves him.

The boy lowers his head down and murmurs a faint “It’s… It’s a huh… spidey sense thing. I kinda can… feel when you… when you’re not okay or stuff.”. Admitting it makes his cheeks turn red again.

But Tony only cups his cheek with his warm hand, raising Peter’s head again so he can look at Tony’s eyes. “Baby… You have no idea what knowing that just did to me. I love you, Peter. My heart is yours.”, the man says in all honesty, feeling way too many emotions at once.

Hearing that almost makes Peter cries. He’s happy. He’s in love. “So hold me forever.”, he whispers before Tony just surrounds him with his own warm body and blankets.

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for @starkerfestivals 😋💖 hope yall enjoyed it, this one is somehow personal because i had the idea to write it after a period where i had a lot of heart palpitations

#starker #tw : panick attack #tw : heart palpitations #tw : anxiety #leah writes sometimes #starkerfestivals #starkerfestivalsevents #starker festival summer bingo #sfsummerbingo21

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