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bellysoupset · 2 months ago

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Yes I really wanted a long fic for Luke to have a really bad cluster headache and Vince there for him 🥹🥹

Moving Day - Electric Boogaloo

"Do you guys need help?" Wendy asked, as if she could do much about the large boxes sitting on the back of Daniel's borrowed pickup.

Vince let out a snort at his girlfriend, giving her a once over as he balanced the box on his shoulder. She was wearing heels tied at her ankles and a lemon patterned sundress. This offer was ritual, she was clearly on her way out.

"And you're gonna carry boxes on heels?" Luke voiced his thoughts, leaning to grab a heavy box filled with books.

Wendy pouted, "maybe I am," she frowned, hands on her hips and Vince grinned from ear to ear, taking a step forward so he could steal a kiss.

"God, you're adorable," he planted a kiss on her forehead, chuckling as her nose wrinkled since he was sweaty and she had makeup on, "we got this. Where are you going?"

"Barbie asked me out for brunch, you don't mind, right?"

"Nah, we got this," Vince knew that this was actually just Wendy letting him enjoy Luke's company on his own. Even though they had made up, Vince hadn't been able to hang out with Lucas until now, since he had been forced to stay in Doveport to sort through his moving details, participate in Soph's graduation and see her off to college.

"Alright," Wendy let out a squeal as Vince swatted her ass, "caveman... You two have fun."

Luke was chuckling as Wen walked past them, getting inside her baby pink sedan and waving goodbye before she drove out of the garage, "Ah Wendy..." he let out a fond sigh, causing Vince's smile to grow even more.

"She's the best," he beamed, walking ahead to get a hold of the elevator. Luke followed him, closing the bed of the trunk with his hip and all but skipping despite the heavy box in his arms. He was wearing a snapback to keep the hair out of his face and his cheeks were pink from all the trips up and down they had done already.

"Did you get Jonah's text with the schedule for the wedding?" Vince asked, holding the elevator door open with his foot, so Luke could get in, "we have a suit test...? I'm not worried about the price because I know Leo has common sense, even if Jon doesn't, but am I wrong for starting to get the feel they're buying us suits...?"

"Well, you're-" Luke blinked several times, collapsing against the metal wall of the cargo elevator, "you're one of the best men, of course he is..."

Vince frowned at the weird infliction on Luke's voice, pressing the 6th button and planting his box down on the ground. No sense holding it up all the way, "I can buy my own suit."

"The one Jon wants, no, you can't," Lucas rolled his eyes, but now his smile was a little uneasy and he too put down his box, bracing against his knees, "Uhm..."

"Are you okay?" Vince took a step closer, planting a hand on Luke's shoulder. The guy nodded, although something was off and Vin could tell. It was a really warm day, yes, and they had been carrying boxes for the past 20 minutes, but Lucas had been a quarterback. He exercised daily. Nothing justified how out of breath he seemed or the way his loose wifebeater was covered with sweat and gluing down to his back.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." Luke's voice was slow and strained and he was still bent in half, staring at the ground. The elevator came to a stop. Vince picked up his box and stepped out, planting it on the hallway and then grabbing Luke's box. His friend hadn't moved to get it, which was a glaring red flag.

"I'an-Iuhm- I'aneeet.." Luke mumbled and Vince did his best not to panic. The slurred speech was terrifying, no matter that he had heard it before when a migraine hit him.

"No, stay put," Vince removed the second box, then grabbed Luke's bicep, "c'mon, let's get you lying down..." Wendy had left the front door of her apartment wide open, since they were coming and going so often and Vin dragged Lucas inside.

Luke promptly stumbled over the welcome mat, bracing against the shelf which lined the front door, falling on the cushioned seat that shielded away their at home shoe rack.

"Okay, stay- Stay," Vince pleaded, rushing back to the hallway so he could grab the two ditched boxes. He pushed them inside, then slammed the door shut, turning his full attention to Lucas who was half collapsed, leaning on his seat like the Pisa Tower.

"Luke," he crouched down before his friend, "buddy, hey-" Vince reached in, grabbing Lucas' chin so he wasn't in that weird, terrifying crumpled position and letting out a hiss between his teeth. The right side of Luke's face was collapsed, green eye almost swallowed by the blown pupil, mouth in a weird frown down, tears leaking out of the corner.

No matter how many times Vince saw it, it would never cease being scary as fuck.

"Vvvee- een," Luke struggled to push the word past his unresponsive lips, drooling a little as he did. Vin, "Uhh-uuhtsss..."

"I know, I know," Vince whispered, his heart racing and hands all sweaty, "let's get you lying down, okay? In the dark," he grabbed Luke's arm, throwing it around his shoulders and then wrapped his arm around his best friend's waist, pulling him up.

The minute he did, Luke let out a cry, like he had been stabbed. His snapback fell down as he crumpled, knees buckling from the pain, and Vince silently cursed, jumping to catch Luke by his armpits.

"Alright, bridal it is-" he winced at the thought — Lucas wasn't a small guy — but immediately got to it, throwing both of Luke's arms around his shoulders and-

Luke seized with a gag, whole body shaking with it, "Veee-"

"Shit," Vince gently pushed him sitting back down once more. There was no way he could carry Luke and also contain the mess, "hold on, buddy, give me a minute-"

Lucas didn't have a minute. He gagged again and then his head fell forward, causing Vince to rush to cup his forehead as he vomited between his legs, all over the tulips rug at the entrance.

"Oh Luke..." Vince whispered, shuffling around so he kept his hand on Lucas' forehead, the other one on his back, "get it up, that's fine..." he made a note to text Wendy about the rug, because he doubted that could be salvaged.

Lucas' whole body seized as he retched once more, the only thing keeping him from taking a dive in the mess being Vince's firm grip on him, "you're good, Luke," Vin cooed, knowing he wasn't making much sense, grabbing his friend' snapback before it fell and grimacing as his hair covered Vince's hand on his sweaty forehead, "I got you."

It seemed to go on for forever, but it was probably only ten minutes, as Luke's retches ran empty and turned into painful dry heaves that caused him to whimper, tears running down his cheek and a line of drool hanging from his bottom lip as he struggled to breathe.

As he was reduced to a mess of incoherent groans, Vince patted his shoulder softly, squeezing Luke's nape, "done?"

"Urgh..." Luke mumbled, crumpling to the side as Vince pulled him in, coordination so shot that he smacked his cheek against Vin's shoulder and let out a pained whimper, "Vee-en-"

"Ouch," Vince sighed, rubbing his chin against the top of Luke's head, "alright, let's get you lying down."

Lifting Luke was a task on the best of days, no matter how big Vince was, no matter how many hours he spent at the gym. It was an even bigger one when there was a puddle of sick to be avoided and his best friend's head was lolling like a baby's, eyes rolled into his skull and Vin's heart drumming into his ears.

He was huffing and puffing, back burning, as he managed to stumble into the main suite and all but fall with Lucas on the bed, the whole thing shaking as they sank into the mattress.

Luke let out another whimper, curling up and grabbing his hair by the root, hitting his forehead with closed fists and trying to crawl out of his own body.

"Hey, no," Vince rolled on the bed, grabbing Luke's fists and squirming so he could push himself up by the elbows, "no, don't hurt yourself, dude..."

Lucas answered him with a sob, "uuurtssss..." he hissed, whole face scrunching up as he continued to cry, "eel'me..."

No matter how many times he heard that pained infliction in Luke's voice, it'd never cease to break his heart. Vince threw his legs off the bed, sitting by Luke's head and pulling him closer, so his best friend could hide his face against his thigh, "I know," he whispered, a knot squeezing his throat, "I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He ran a hand up Luke's back, his wifebeater was soaked with sweat, arms covered with goosebumps. There was a bruise forming on his cheek where he had slammed it against Vin's shoulder and he let out another gag-sob, teeth gritting as he pressed his face with all his force to Vin's thigh.

"Breathe..." Vin whispered, his voice wavering, running his fingers softly through Luke's greasy hair, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead. He needed a cold compress, medicine pumped through his veins, drugs so strong they'd knock Lucas into next week. However, Vince felt like he could move, not when Luke was pressed to him so tightly.

A couple minutes passed, no sound but Luke's laborious breath, sniffles... A soft snore. His whole body slumping as fight depleted him, tension leaving so quickly that for a horrible split second Vince thought he had passed out instead of falling asleep.

Vin let out a sigh of relief, from deep his lungs, pulling with it a choked out sob of his own. He'd do anything to trade places at this moment, anything but sit there helplessly watching Lucas' brain eat at itself.

Very carefully not to wake his friend up, Vin slid out of the bed, replacing his thigh for a pillow under Luke's cheek and rushing out of the room to sort the mess.

He cleaned the front door, put the boxes out of the way, put the rug in the washing machine even though he thought it'd do fuckall and it was a lost cause. Grabbed a mixing bowl and wet a towel, returning to the room. Someone else might've been hesitant about planting the humid towel over Luke's eyes, scared of waking him up, but Vince wasn't.

Luke stirred, let out a groan, but didn't wake up. Vince's shoulders dropped and he sat on the corner of the bed, keeping the washcloth in place and running his fingers through his hair, worry gnawing at him as the minutes passed by. With his whole face slack like this, Vince no longer could see the partial paralysis, but that didn't mean the episode was over.

About an hour into the sleep, Luke rolled around, letting out a hiss and blindly reaching out, his hand finding Vin's wrist, "Vin...?"

"Hey, it's me, I'm here," Vince whispered, leaning in, "how's your head?"

"Hurtsss..." Luke's eyes were still tightly squeezed shut, "don't feel well..."

"Like you're going to be sick?" Vince guessed, reaching for the empty mixing bowl. His friend hesitated for a second, before nodding as he swallowed in convulsively, struggling to push himself up on his elbows.

Immediately Vin put the bowl under his chin, his free arm wrapping around Luke's back and holding him put, "I got you, let it up..."

A belch rolled past his lips and some specks of saliva fell in the bowl, but all he managed was a weak gag, continuing to hiccup and burp for good thirty seconds.

"You're empty," Vince sighed, patting his back gently, "Luke, you're empty, breathe-"

Lucas shook his head, a harsh heave wrecking through him, loud and guttural, followed by another- "Oh no..."

Vince glanced down, then felt his stomach freeze with dread as he saw bright red blood in the bowl, Luke's retches fading into the background as he stared at it, "what- what the fuck...?" he immediately let go of the bowl on the mattress so he could cup Luke's face, the possibility of being puked on be damned.

A blood vessel had burst in his right eye and there was blood running down his nose, gushing really. The face paralysis was back and Lucas looked terrifying.

"That's it," Vince decided, "hospital."

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When Luke came back to, he was lying on the hospital bed and had the distinct feeling he had missed several hours of his life. His mind was hazy, he couldn't remember much after having thrown up on Wendy's pretty entryway rug... There were colorful dots in his sigh, aura pulsating around the only light sources in the room, the grey light filtering under the door and the blinking red dot on the turned off TV.

He rolled his head and cringed as he saw Bella curled up to his right side, wrapped up in what he initially thought was a blanket, but soon realized was Vin's jacket. She had a hand tightly wrapped around his wrist, vicious grip even as she slept.

Then Luke looked to his left and jerked, startled.

"What are you doing...!?" He hissed, adrenaline suddenly making his heart pound as he took in the scene. Vince was down on his knees on the left side of his bed, hands clasped together, the silver cross he always wore was now wrapped around his hands and his head was bowed.

Oh. He was praying.

Vince opened his eyes at Luke's scared whisper, then his whole face became cartoonishly surprised and he all but tackled Luke into a hug.

"You're up- Finally, you're- You're okay..."

Lucas groaned at being strangled, but let Vince hug him without a complaint, burying his nose against his friend's shoulder. He smelt like bleach and sweat, lavender aftershave long faded. How long had it been since the episode started...?

As if reading his mind, Vince pulled back, making the cross sign and finishing with a quiet "amen", then saying a little louder, "I brought you here a little before lunch... It's-" he sniffled, rubbing his face, "just around 3 AM."

Oh fuck, so more than twelve hours. No wonder Vince looked like a mess. His curls were sticking out everywhere and he was shaking, chin wobbling as he pressed a hand to his mouth and muffled a sob.

"Hey," Luke groaned, reaching out with his left hand so he could tug on the hem of Vince's shirt, "I'm alright... I'm fine."

"You were not fine," Vince's voice came out choked up, "you scared the shit out of me, Luke..."

"I'm sorry," Lucas pouted, although he felt silly saying it and Vin waved off his words.

"I'm just- Just give me a minute," Vince lowered himself to the chair he was occupying, which was far too small for him. He had given the big one to Bell. Lucas chewed on his lip as he watched Vin take slow, deep breaths, not knowing what else to say besides apologizing.

"Uhm- Was Wendy too mad at me? About her rug?"

Vince let out a watery chuckle, hiding his face in his hands and shaking his head, "no, of- Of course not," he laughed, "...Your doctor wants to put you on new drugs. Sumapi-Sumasomething... A spray."

Luke let out a groan, he was always more than a little suspicious of trying new drugs, after he had reacted so badly to his antidepressants.

Vince shrugged, "can't be any worse than the headaches, Luke."

"Fair," Lucas rolled his head, letting his cheek sink against the pillow and allowing his eyes to slip closed for a second, "I missed you."

Vince let out a strangled noise, then he heard the chair being pulled closer and felt his best friend's fingers on his hair, petting. Sleep sank its claws deep into him, pulling him down, "Vin...?"

"Yeah?" Vince continued to stroke away his hair, thumb roughly touching Luke's prickly cheeks.

"Did you punch me?"

"What?"

"My cheek hurts."

#sickfic #mywriting #emeto #lucas atwood #migraine #cluster headaches

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hushhushpuppy · 12 days ago

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Posted : 1/7/2025

Deng Wei : A Long & Emotional Post From A Fan

Today, I would like to share this "Lovely" Post from a 💎. She says:

LiebeDW

"This summer I saw you because of Tu Shan Jing. I got to know you through the character.

You have studied ballet since you were a child. And with your own hard work and strength, you were admitted to the Chinese Opera. This is also the first year that the Chinese Opera has opened a dance class. It only recruits more than 20 people, and you are one of them.

You got injured while dancing and went abroad for treatment. After you came back, you continued to dance for a while. However, due to the serious injury, you could no longer do high-intensity exercise and had to take a leave of absence from school to recuperate.

I don’t know how you struggled to convince yourself to accept this fact during this period. I only saw that during that period :

- You dyed your hair in various colors,

- Had your ears pierced, got tattoos,

- Smoked, and took various fashion photos.

You seem to be paralyzing your own spirits to vent your inner unwillingness. After loving the dance career for so many years, you finally had to give up. And your tattoo means 'escape' in Spanish.

After dancing for so many years, it is all about your free and passionate youth and the love from the bottom of your heart.

As a bystander, I feel very uncomfortable watching your story. Not to mention how much courage and strength it takes to experience such a thing personally. Mental endurance.

Later, you slowly recovered and chose to debut as an actor. Although it was a forced change of direction, I saw that you liked the experience brought by this profession more and more. As you could experience the different lives of different roles. And you gave this profession the due.

You have such a sense of awe and genuine empathy and love for the characters you played. I'm really happy for you.

But seeing all the experiences you have had along the way, I feel sad for you :

1) On the first day of filming, you were called a stinker by some "Proxy Shooters".

2) You were ridiculed and scolded by the "Rude Proxy Shooters" at the airport, and slandered for "acting like a big star". As a result, you were unable to receive a role for eight months.

3) After you have finished filming "Lost You Forever", you were scolded by YZ and trended again.

4) Because of your trendy photos from your amateur days, you were predicted to collapse at any time and speculated on your decency

5) Because of your leg injury, you were scolded for looking ugly when walking.

6) Because you look too much like the photoshopped photos, you were scolded for plastic surgery,

7) Because you were wearing "Dental Braces", you were again slandered for looking "Ugly" when you smiled or laugh out loud.

8) You were scolded for being a resource person.

9) You were slandered for being in a relationship,

10) And there were tons of negative searches and articles. But you chose to ignore them and never stood up and said a word for yourself.

11) You kept a low profile in filming and developing your characters. But when the "cigarette butt throwing" incident came out, you faced your own problems head-on and quickly stood up to apologize to the public and regulate your words and deeds.

12) When you went to Xiamen to participate in an event, you would live broadcast to fans and show everyone the sea.

13) The fans felt sorry for you and defended you but were scolded. In such a miserable situation, you would drop in to comfort the fans and let everyone concentrate on watching the drama together to protect the drama.

14) You would help your female staffs with the luggage.

15) You would frequently look back to let the fans take your photos.

16) And if you were too involved in the filming, you would empathize with us in the evenings after work.

17) You felt sad and cried when acting out your character-role,. But in exchange for portraying the role with true feelings, you were scolded for a lack of acting skills.

I don’t know why you were so badly criticized for no reason. If you were not injured and remained a dancer, you wouldn’t have experienced so much abuse. You could always be in high spirits and be confident.

You have always been sober and rational, and it is difficult for you to shed tears for yourself.

This is the first time I am seriously chasing stars. I feel really sorry for you when I see you wandering all the way.

I couldn’t help but cry many times. It’s hard to imagine what you have gone through in those years. I will shed less tears than anyone else, and I don’t know when I will be able to exchange the sad words for "The Boat has crossed the Ten thousand Mountains".

The way you came is now in the past. You are a very good, hard-working and real actor. You are a big boy who is sincere and warm to his fans. You are a star who is always worthy of my pursuit.

We will be with you in the future and wish you well forever. "Born towards the Sun", I will watch you prove yourself with each work!

Come on, Deng Wei ! Even if I am in a huge crowd, even if I am not seen, I will firmly support you, like you, and work hard in your direction.

Because you deserve the warm love from every 💎 and we will always be moved by you and serve you. If your heart moves, let’s take action together with you!

Are you all not touched after reading this "Post" ?

#Deng Wei

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fleet-admiral-hiba · 3 years ago

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I'M JUST SO TIRED

A/n: was it hard to go on? Do you ever feel anything else? Was it worth it, in the end?

Time flied by, the events of the past just faint memories. But your mind was left in shambles, and although you tried to recover, to heal both your spirit and your body, you were...tired. Tired of the pain, tired of feeling like a burden, you were just so...drained.

Zeno saw how life had been affecting you, and if he could he would have taken your pain. If only he could. He tried his best, being by your side everytime he could. He didn't waste air in nonsensical words, action spoke louder. He cradled your frail body in his arms, holding you tight. And you broke down, the weight of the last few years becoming harder to bear. He didn't mind the tears soaking through his tunic, all he cared for was your wellbeing.

He waited it out with you, not once letting you go. When the worst passed, he started to rub circles into your back, uncoiling the knots that had formed from the stress you went through. Not a word was said, but you knew he had you. For better or worse. "Thanks", you rasped. Your voice strained after crying that much.

You breathed deeply, inhaling his soothing scent to calm your frayed nerves. After a moment, you started to push yourself off of him, sitting up just close enough. There was a lot that needed to be cleared. But you were too tired to do that, but you couldn't sleep. You sat there, silently enjoying the company, and for the first time you felt...okay. " I...feel better, but I don't want to talk to the doctors. I don't...I don't trust them anymore", you carefully said. You didn't want to give away too much of your suffering, or you knew what soon was going to happen. But you were saying the truth. The doctors that followed you weren't all that reliable, and you found out that quickly,when your sister called you and almost tear you a new one. She was a doctor as well, but she couldn't believe what they did to you. She almost came to kill them personally.

"I.. spoke with Leandra, and...she said...." You went quiet again, not trusting your voice to say those tragic words. Zeno, for his part, waited patiently for you to open up. He was growing furious with what he heard, but he couldn't let his bloodlust get the best of him. "She said...that what they did...only prolonged my sufferings. That , if they...had been honest with us... I would have...recovered earlier... without problems...", You said, after a long pause.

Now, you definitely felt his bloodlust rising and quickly engulfing the entire room, if not the house entirely. You quickly fell on him, trying to calm him down , if only to breath easier. It wasn't easy and your breath became more labored, but eventually you managed to bring the rage in check, not without consequences. "Ash, I apologize. I didn't mean to let my rage get the best of me", he said, slowly guiding you through some breathing exercises he knew. Although you were left exhausted, you calmed down.

" I will deal with them myself. I apologize again for trusting those fools with your health. I hope you can forgive me for that mistake" , and you couldn't help but kiss him gently on the lips. "It... wasn't your fault. We didn't know. But we can do little about it now. It's too late to do something now. I can only follow my medical regimen,and hope for the best", you concluded.

And the day ended like this, in comfortable silence. You were beaten, and you wanted to sleep it off.

Days went on after the little episode,and the house became exceptionally quiet. You knew something was up the moment you woke up. It was almost impossible to have the mansion so silent. Wearing your braces, you moved carefully to the door. And then you went through the entire mansion. Without rushing. By the time you arrived to the living room, you were feeling the effect of your little impromptu walk. Suddenly, a hand covered your eyes. Killua. " What are you doing, young man? Are you trying to kidnap me again?" You joked lightly with your grandson. It was this little moments that made you go on. He simply snickered, the little shit, "not at all grampa. We have a surprise for you, but you have to close your eyes and trust me". You shuddered playfully at his suggestion, "how dreadful". You both laughed,but you let yourself be guided by the future heir. Not like you had a choice

After what felt like ages, you arrived outside. Opening your eyes, what greeted you was a beautiful picnic laid near the pond. You felt an overwhelming sense of pride and joy, and you cried a little. They were all there, even Mike and Millia were there with them. Zeno spoke up, before leading you gently to your seat, "I thought a little change of scenery would do you good, my dear" and they all agreed, for once. They were all smiling and, it made your heart flutter. "Thank you so much, I don't know what to say". Ever the blunt Milluki managed to make everyone laugh with his answer, "then don't. Sit down with us and relax"

The day went on wonderfully, and for once you felt lighter than you had been. You were engulfed in the arms of the man you loved, surrounded by your family, enjoying a quiet day outside.

Bad days may have been the norm, as was pain, but it made you enjoy the little things even more.

#hxh imagines #hxh headcanons #hxh fanfic #hxh masterlist #zoldyck family #zeno zoldyck

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whiskehorange · 6 years ago

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I'm glad you do XD how would Wolf, Jungle Pred and Fugitive (or a general yautja) react to an SO with a bad knee? I sprained mine a couple months back and it's still giving me problems. I have to wear a knee brace to work out and at my dance class. If I step wrong my kneecap will sometimes pop out of place, then back in instantly. Then I just limp the rest of the day, I may need surgery and physical therapy (6 month recovery time)

Okay, I did my research and watched the Predator movies finally, and I think. I fucking love Yautja’s and will literally die for them odkfjlsk. But, I hope you get better! You probably are because this is late as hell but...Feel better!!!

Wolf

Wolf is no stranger to wounds of such, having his own from battles with a Predalien as well as humans, so he’s understanding

Wolf is a fighter and absolutely hates being in a predicament to where he can’t be right back on the field and in action, and the same for you. Human’s are much more weaker to physical damage than Yautja’s an he knows that, so he’ll have to be patient

Your knee brace is something that he marvels over, seeing how you slip it on and you’re back to your normal working self. Maybe... he could get one of his own? I doubt they make knee braces in Yautja size but, you never know until you look!

Back to his fighting habits, Wolf is great for getting you exercise and physical training to help strengthen you. As much as he knows how important rest can be for both humans and Yautja’s, physical activity is just as important! So pop on that brace and get to it!

Wolf prefers to watch you and coach you rather than being alongside you, just so that he can be there if you happen to need a break and sit, or if you happen to stumble a bit

As much as he pushes you to get better and support your knee, he still makes sure you’re just as comfortable and strong when you’re just resting!

Jungle

Now, Jungle Predators are used to seeing a lot of hurt animals and species, so it’s normal for them to be around you. Tending to you might be a bit new to them, but it’s nothing they can’t handle

By far the most helpful in terms of medicine and ways to help, a Jungle Predator is a miracle man!

Everywhere in this jungle are plants and herbs that can be used to your benefit,

Although not as pushy on physicality of strength as Wolf, Jungle Predator still makes sure you’re up and at it for a while everyday as a routine. The jungle is a great place to move about and be stealthy, but also great for more possible accidents

So he’s right there by your side, monitoring your movements and speed all the while making sure nothing too complicated stands in your way. A Jungle Predator might be a bit of a pushover seeing you get hot and tired while exercising and if you put on just the right puppy dog eyes, they might just bring you back to his den

Fugitive

While Rogue’s normally aren’t very kind towards humans at all, he was able to warm up to them just a bit when visiting Earth to deliver weapons and such

That being said, Fugitive didn’t have too much experience with human anatomy or knowing just quite how our bodies worked compared to Yautja’s

He does find your optimism and your ability to push back into work and dance to be a good sign of strength and dignity on your end, making his respect for you bloom even more

With most cases, you’ll have to explain to Fugitive just how much work goes into keeping and taking care of your knee at times. The brace, the exercises, and the possible oopsies that come with it. He’ll be able to take it all in, just remembering that you might need a bit of help when doing so. He’s a bit of a blockhead

Your knee pops out of place? Pure and utter panic. He doesn’t remember just what you said to do and can seem a bit aggressive and overbearing trying to help you pop it back into place. Once he see’s you gently push it back into place without any panic at all, he feels a bit like a... idiot and won’t talk about how much he panicked ever again. Can’t ruin his reputation now, can we?

#yautja #yautja x reader #wolf predator #jungle predator #fugitive predator #predator #predator x reader

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katedrakeohd · 6 years ago

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A Very Valtorian Christmas - Part 2

[Masterlist]

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Part Two: Say my Name / Silent Night

Sitting with her legs crisscrossed on the sofa, Kate rubs her hands soothingly over her belly and hums softly. The warmth of the fire wraps around her like a cocoon and she closes her eyes, feeling at peace.

“It's almost Christmas little one, would you like to hear a song?” she asks quietly.

A flutter of movement is her answer and Kate smiles, “You're very much awake I see, so perhaps something to help you sleep.”

Swaying gently side to side, Kate starts to hum Silent Night.

Out in the front hall the door opens and Drake and his two dogs blow in with a cool breeze. As he pushes the heavy door shut, Gracie and Fluffers shake off the snow clinging to their fur. Drake grumbles as he chases after them with their doggy towel in an attempt to dry them.

“Come here you!” he growls at Gracie as she tries to wiggle away. Gracie enjoys the towel chasing game after a refreshing trip outside into the snow or rain. Especially the tug of war that usually results. The more Daddy grunts and growls in frustration, the more she tries to wrestle the towel free from his grasp. Sometimes she wins, resulting in a brisk head shake and whipping of Daddy's shins. But most of the time Daddy wins and Gracie gets pinned to the floor and roughly rubbed dry. Which feels good anyway so it's all fun for her.

After Gracie gets a thorough rub down, Drake reaches and snags Fluffer by the collar and does him too. Although the whole exercise is meant to achieve a dry pair of dogs, it most often results in Drake or whoever kneeling or standing in wet puddles on the floor and covered in dog hair. So happy dogs, but unhappy humans.

Drake takes a small measure of satisfaction by giving each dog a fierce, but playful slide across the wooden floor and watching them scramble to their feet. “Off you go guys, wheeeeeee!”

As they recover their footing they come racing back and jump all over his lap. Drake laughs as they lick his face, “Ugh, yucky doggy kisses. You two are disgusting, but damn you're cute.”

Brushing himself off, Drake gets up from the floor and puts his winter stuff away. The dogs have already run off back toward the great room. “Go find Momma guys.”

Walking back down the dimly lit hallway in his sock feet, Drake heads for the golden glow coming from the great room. As he makes it to the doorway he can hear Kate singing softly, and stops to listen.

“Silent night..Holy night..

All is calm, all is bright…”

Drake can't help but smile, his heart tugging at the tenderness and love in her voice. He walks quietly into the room and stops behind the sofa.

“Holy infant so tender and mild,

Sleep in heavenly peace,

Sleep in heavenly peace.”

Kate's eyes are still closed as she hums the next verse. Drake can see her facial expression change to one of amusement as she feels the baby move. Leaning over the back of the sofa, he gently places his hands on her shoulders and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "I love you Kate," he whispers.

Tipping her head back she opens her eyes and smiles, raising her hand to touch his cheek. "I love you too."

Leaning his chin on her shoulder he slides his hands down to cradle her belly.

"So what do you think Mama, boy or girl?"

Kate giggles as the baby kicks, "Soccer player, just like Daddy."

Drake chuckles as she places her hands over his. "Hey I felt that too. Seriously doesn't that hurt?"

Kate shakes her head, "Not really. It feels a little weird though. I suppose in a couple months when baby starts to run out of space it'll bother me more."

Drake gives her another kiss on the cheek, and then stands up to go stir the fire in the fireplace. Kate grimaces slightly as she unfolds her legs and straightens them out.

"Ow," she says quietly.

Drake turns so quickly he almost drops the hot poker on his foot. His eyebrows shoot up with surprise and concern.

"You Ok Honey?"

Kate holds her belly and laughs, waving off his concern. "Yes dear I'm fine, just been sitting in one position for too long. My legs are stiff, and my foot's fallen asleep."

Drake puts the poker back in its stand and runs his hands back through his hair, grinning sheepishly. "Oh, I see."

Kate picks up her eggnog again and finishes it as she tries to wiggle her toes. She covers her mouth and tries to swallow without laughing.

Gracie and Fluffers move out of the way as Drake walks over to sit down on the rug at Kate's feet. "Here, put your feet in my lap and I'll massage out those pins and needles."

Kate sighs happily as Drake's warm hands rub over her feet and ankles. As he massages around her toes with his thumbs, a pleasant jolt shoots up the inside of her thigh and she gasps at the tingling warm sensation it generates in her crotch.

"Mmm, did I ever tell you that you have magic hands Drake?"

Drake grins, moving his hands up to massage the back of her calves, "I think you've told me once or twice."

Kate wiggles her toes against his thighs, gripping at the wrinkled fabric of the denim in the vicinity of his groin. Drake gives her a lopsided grin and then scoots closer so that he can kiss the top of her knees.

"Legs and feet feeling better now?" He asks, as he hugs the back of her calves and rests his head on the edge of the sofa next to her thigh.

"Much better thanks," Kate smiles, stroking her fingers through his hair.

"Baby still doing somersaults?"

Kate shakes her head, "I know it's tradition for the gender of the Royal Heir to not be revealed until birth, but I feel odd this far along in my pregnancy still referring to him or her as just 'baby'. Would it be against the rules to start picking out names?"

Drake sighs, understanding her frustration. "Officially yes, but unofficially no. I'm anxious to think of our kid as someone with a name and a face too."

"Are there any traditions as far as names go in the Walker family?"

Drake frowns, absently patting the top of Gracie's head as she lays down next to him, "None that I know of. What about the Darlings? Is there a rule about passing on names of past aunts, uncles or whatever?"

Kate draws little hearts and question marks on her belly as she thinks about it, "I don't think so. Why don't we start a tradition of our own?"

Drake tilts his head side to side, rubbing the stubble on his chin, "Maybe. But can I make a suggestion?"

"Sure sweety, what are you thinking?"

"No weird made up names, or naming our child after fruits, vegetables, colors, or inanimate objects."

Kate laughs, "No problem there, but would you be against floral names for a girl? Like Rose, Iris, Lily, Daisy, Poppy, or Heather."

Drake shakes his head, "Not at all, but bear in mind that our possible daughter is going to be royal. So maybe a flower as a middle name instead? You need to imagine 'Princess' or 'Queen' in front of her first name."

Kate nods, "That's a good point. So what about boy names? Or unisex names that would work for both boys or girls?"

Drake shakes his head, "No offense to all the Taylors, Ryans, Bobby-Joes, Baileys and Rileys of this world, but I don't want to confuse people. Although the prefixes Lord, Lady, Prince and Princess, King or Queen would make their gender more defined."

Kate stifles a yawn, "I'm sorry, didn't mean to yawn. Just all this talk of what our child's name can't be is wearing me out. Growing a baby is exhausting work."

"I suppose it is getting late, and tomorrow is a busy day."

Kate reaches her hands up over her head and stretches, "Yes, it is. Plus Nicholas, Hana and Maxwell arrive tomorrow too."

"There goes our quiet Christmas together." Drake groans in protest.

Kate braces her hand on Drake's shoulder for stability as she gets up off the sofa, "Oh stop complaining, you have to play Duke of Valtoria every once in a while."

Drake sighs, "Oh I guess so. I'm still trying to get used to having a Duchy full of people thinking I'm so important."

Drake gets up from the floor and wraps Kate in a gentle hug.

"Well don't forget you're super important to us," she says, giving him a kiss.

"Never, because my family is the most important thing to me too."

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