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concealeddarkness13 · 4 years ago

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WHG Post Games Nesri Part 2

Tagging: @ratracechronicler (also thanks for Rebecca!), @maple-writes (also thanks for Cirrus!), @nightskywriter, @rhikasa, @pen-of-roses, @aeslin-writes, @the-moving-finger-writes, @knmartinshouldbewriting, @makeitmonstrous, and @timefirewrites!

I pounded my fist on Zenith’s door. He had been in there for two days now. It was time to make him leave. Cirrus and Rebecca had decided to join me.

When there was no answer, I growled and knocked harder. “Hey, you loser! Stop hiding in there and tell us what’s going on! Why did you sneak out, and what happened that made you ask Asher to knock you unconscious? What kind of reckless shit did you get into?”

There was a groan on the other side of the door, but that was it. I scoffed, crystallized water from the drink I was holding, and cut through the hinges with it (the crystals are stronger than diamonds). I kicked the door open and walked in with my hands on my hips.

Zenith had been lying down, but he scrambled up when we walked in. He glared at me. “Leave me alone.”

I grabbed him by his shirt collar. Why was his seclusion making me so pissed off? “Like hell I will! Tell us what’s going on!”

Rebecca spoke up. “Yeah! We’re not getting any younger here, and Lynn and Lynne aren’t getting any freer!”

He bowed his head so that his eyes were shadowed. “I went to go see my old team.”

Before he could continue, I tightened my grip on his collar and shook him. “You fucking idiot! Did you sell us out to them? Do they know where we are?”

Rebecca looked around as if she could see hidden cameras, and Cirrus crossed his arms. “How do you know they didn’t follow you home? Clearly they aren’t on our side.”

Zenith took a deep breath. “I was able to convince them to trust me, at least a little. And I would have been able to sense them following me. I’m not that incompetent. I sought them out because they had already sent me a message saying that they were looking for me. If I hadn’t met with them, I know they would have found us. So, I took the chance.”

I still didn’t let go of his collar. How many supposed friends who had the magic had promised me that they wouldn’t hunt me after I ran away? And they did anyway. “Forgive me for not having as much faith in these Capitol idiots as you do. I guess I can trust that you would have been able to sense anyone following you, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t still looking for us, no matter what they told you. That was such a stupid fucking move.”

Cirrus nodded. “And what if it hadn’t worked? If Asher hadn’t managed to knock you out? If something went wrong?” His voice dropped low. “Don’t think for a second I wouldn’t have killed you if it came down to it.” Despite the anger I felt, a rush of excitement passed through me. I had to get him to spar with me. Rebecca’s eyes widened, and she tried to stay out of Cirrus’s line of sight.

Zenith looked him dead in the eyes. “I would have wanted you to.”

I let go of his collar. He had done something stupid, but yelling at him wouldn’t really help. Even if it did make me feel better. Instead, I grabbed his arm and started pulling him out of his bed. “You’re going to make it up to us by watching the special program the Capitol is hosting. You even have to make the popcorn for us.” I tried to make my voice sound happy, but I couldn’t keep out the anger that I still felt. Hopefully, no one noticed.

“And keep your senses sharp for those possible, y’know, spies,” Rebecca added.

Zenith didn’t say anything as I monitored him while he made the popcorn and drinks for us. Hey, since we had someone to bully, we might as well make the most of it. So, we just settled down to watch the program, and when Zenith tried to retreat, I glared at him until he sat down next to me. I did text Shine to keep an eye out for any hidden devices that could spie on us.

The TV flickered, and a close-up of Caesar Flickerman’s ugly face showed up, but I didn’t even have it in me to throw popcorn at him. My blood was still boiling.

He laughed at us. “We have a special program for our dear watchers tonight! A special division of the Capitol is pleased to announce a new recruit to their ranks. She even received the prestigious magic as well!” He gestured to the side, but I didn’t even react as Lynne walked on stage. I was frozen. No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. The Shades. They had gotten to her. It was obvious in how she walked, even with a radiant smile on her face. She was still in pain from the “ceremony”.

I barely heard Rebecca say anything. “Magic? Isn’t that maybe a good thing? Or…” Zenith glanced back and shook his head. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

Caesar clapped Lynne on the back, and she almost fell. Another sign that she was in pain. She should be fine in high heels. “How has your time with the Shades been? I bet the magic is amazing!”

She laughed, and it was clear that it wasn’t genuine. “I have not been able to practice with the magic much yet, so I cannot say for sure. But I did meet someone because of the Shades, and for that I am happy. The victor, Hugo Atwater, was a lot of help. I want to thank him, personally, for his help.” She winced, and her hand went up to where the shocker was.

Caesar just laughed and gestured for something else off-stage. Churi (with his usual long, silver hair and red eyes) walked up as two Avoxes lugged a basin of water toward Lynne. I clenched my fists so tightly that my knuckles turned white as I stared at Churi.

Caesar grinned at him. “Could you give us some more specifics on this brilliant magic while we get set up?”

Churi nodded, smirking. “This magic is difficult to transfer and can cause severe pain during transfer, which is why we usually use children for the transfer, since their bodies are normally more willing to take the magic. It is a testament to the strength of Ms. Marne that she was able to withstand the transfer. The magic allows the user to create crystals that are harder than diamonds out of any liquid that is within a certain radius from the user. Activating the magic allows the user to glow and float because of the outrush of power. It is a strong power, as you will see from this demonstration.” He gestured over at Lynne as the Avoxes set the basin down in front of her.

“Wait, that’s what you did—with the hinges,” Rebecca said. And then a delayed, “Are you okay?”

Zenith was eyeing me, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen, couldn’t even respond. Churi snapped his fingers, and Lynne flinched. She raised her hands, and she started to float, while multi-colored light danced on her skin like fire. She gritted her teeth and waved her hand, and some of the water in front of her jumped up and transformed into sharp pieces of crystal. Tears started streaming down her cheeks as she waved her hand again, and the shards slammed into the Avoxes’s arms, and they fell down, their expressions twisted in pain. She deactivated the magic as the audience applauded, and the camera turned back to Caesar and Churi. In the background, Lynne was running to the Avoxes, crying even more, but then she collapsed with a whine and curled up on herself.

Churi looked fake concerned. “Unfortunately, the magic can be overwhelming, but I think that was a good demonstration, don’t you, Caesar?”

He laughed. “Simply magical.” He grinned at his own joke as the audience actually laughed. “Ms. Marne should be applauded for her bravery in volunteering to receive this magic. That’s all for—” I shut the TV off, cutting Caesar and his stupid laugh off.

“She should’ve just hit Caesar with it if they were gonna make her do it anyway!” Rebecca.

Cirrus was hissing under his breath.

And I just sat there, staring at the blank screen. How? How could they? I closed my eyes, but screams and fear and pain and bright rooms that they swore weren’t for torture but totally were and dark alleyways and rain and lightning and panic and…

I opened my eyes, breathing heavily. I…I had failed. They had hurt her. I clenched my drink too tight, and power rushed through me, and all of the drinks in the room crystallized. Zenith put a hand on my shoulder, but I just shook it off.

“Those bastards hurt her.” A whisper first but then louder. “Those bastards hurt her, and we let them do it!” I was shaking. “I…I’ve been so scared to go back to them, but they took her, and they’ll probably take us, and there’s nothing we can do about it.” People sneaking up and pointing guns at me, just saying that they wanted to keep me safe from myself. “There’s no running from them. No escape. They always told me that, and like an idiot I didn’t believe them. They’ll never let up. They’ll—”

“Nesri!” Zenith. I gasped and shut up.

Tears fell down my cheeks and a sob wracked my body. “I can’t go back to them! I won’t! And they have Lynne, and I can’t imagine what they’re putting her through!” Churi smirking at me as I screamed. “I…I can’t… Not again.” Someone put a strong arm around me, and I sobbed into their shirt. It was too much. And I condemned Lynne to the same fate.

When I opened my eyes, Cirrus was handing me a glass of milk. “They’re not going to get to you, you’re safe here, okay? If they want to get to you, they have to go through all of us.”

I sniffled and took the offered glass. “I need to spar you now so I can let off steam.”

He scoffed. “What you need is to sit down. You can’t kick my ass if you’re crying.”

I sighed. “Later then.” I glanced over at Zenith. He looked baffled about what happened. He must not have been used to dealing with something like this. “You’re my witness that he agreed.”

He grumbled but stayed close as I took deep breaths and relaxed. Rebecca spoke up. “Hey…those people…I’m sorry about what they did to you. And Lynne. But we’re gonna set this right. It’s gonna get better, okay?”

“Thanks.” I sighed and closed my eyes. I was safe, and I was around friends. Everything was fine. We just had to make sure we stole the Lynn(e)s from the bastards now.

I sat on my bed, my head in my hands. If I tried to fall asleep, I would just have nightmares. Whenever I closed my eyes, I could still see flashes of my time with the Shades.

There was a soft knock on the door, and when I didn’t say anything, the door opened to reveal Triel. She didn’t have her hat or coat on, and she walked lightly over to me. She had a blanket and two mugs of tea balanced in her hands. She handed me one of the mugs, wrapped the blanket around me, and snuggled under it with me.

She leaned against my shoulder. “I heard what happened this evening. I’m sorry.”

I took a sip. “I should have known that they would take her. What if they can control her better than they can control me? What if she is not able to fight their control? Will we have to keep her locked up the whole time?”

She kissed me on the forehead. “We’ll figure something out, love. But I wasn’t talking about her. I was talking about you. I’d prefer to not see you stay awake all night.”

I took a deep breath. “I’m fine. I just can’t get them out of my head…”

Triel hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek, lingering and snuggling her nose into my cheek. I closed my eyes and leaned into her embrace, but then Churi’s face flashed in my mind, and I tensed and sat up again.

Triel kept hugging me. “What are the laws the Capitol, in all its wisdom, came up with after the Shades pushed them to?”

I frowned over at her. “Are you trying to distract me?”

She smirked at me. “Could it work?”

I shrugged. “The Capitol made laws to control the people who got the magic. They can’t use their magic except when they are contracted by a citizen or at the command of the Shades. They actually can’t do anything except when a citizen contracts them to do something. And they can’t have children.”

Triel nodded. “Well, I thought I could distract you with my backstory.” I frowned. She had never wanted to tell anyone, even me, about her past. “The Shades are concerned that people born of the ones with magic will inherit the magic. My mother has the magic. The person she loved didn’t have the magic, but they were able to meet in secret, and she hid that she was pregnant. But when she had me, the Peacekeepers came and took me away from her. They put me in a small boat and put me out to see as an infant. I guess they couldn’t bring themselves to kill an infant, for some reason. I was supposed to die, but Nora, Captain Skeates, found me and took me in. All I have from my mother is this necklace.” She pulled out the necklace that she always wore from under her shirt. It had a tiny crystal in the shape of a heart attached to it.

I stared at the necklace. It was a very intricate use of the magic. “I’m so sorry. I never knew.”

She scoffed. “I wasn’t telling you this because I wanted you to be sorry for me. I knew you had been curious about my past for a while.” She winked. “And they were right. I do have a diluted form of the magic. I have a smaller radius that I can use liquid to make crystals, and I can’t float, but I can glow. I haven’t showed off my magic since I don’t want the Shades to know about me. But I have enjoyed experimenting with it in secret.”

I grimaced, flashing back to the Shades. Triel snuggled closer to me, and her movement snapped me out of it. I took a shaky breath. “The Shades have hurt so many people. And they continue to hurt more people. And they give us this cursed magic.”

Triel set down her mug and held my face in her hands. “This magic can be passed down. That means they can’t control it. And we’re out of their control too. We have defied them, and we won’t let them take us back. They’re not as powerful as they seem.”

I nodded, and she let go of my face and leaned against me again. I closed my eyes, but instead of seeing the Shades, I just focused on Triel. We sat together until I fell asleep.

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hockeytrashgoblin · 5 years ago

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High ~Part 10

A/N: This one is a long boi. Lots happens lol enjoy

"Babe? Some of the guys are going to be coming over later today if that's okay?"

"Yeah of course, love. They're always welcome."

"I just wanted to make sure."

"Why-oh! Auston's coming too right?"

"Yeah he is. He was whining that I only ever went to his house. I don't want you to be uncomfortable though."

"I'll just go out. I've got to do a bit of baby shopping anyway. I'll take Gray too. When are you expecting them?"

"In a bit. Like maybe 15 minutes before they start getting here?"

"Okay we'll go now then. Do you need anything while we're out?"

"Maybe some snacks? Sooooomebody ate all mine."

"Hey no fair I'm pregnant. I'm starving all the time." I pouted as he hugged me.

"Here I thought the big new kitchen would have enough food for us all."

"It doooes. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry baby. I don't really mind at all." He gave me a kiss before Gray started pulling my leg.

"Mommy I want to play."

"No baby we're going to the store now. Daddy's friends are coming over."

"I wanna stay." He pouted. I was so amazed at my little guy. Once he figured out words it was so fast to him talking in full sentences. He was one and a half now and on track to be fully understanding and talking by two. Much like me as a child. He was really smart.

"You can't stay, love. We'll be back soon and uncle Willy will be here to play with. Maybe uncle Freddie too." Mitch nodded to him and he finally agreed to go with me. We got to the store with little trouble and only one tantrum.

"Do you want to pick out something for the babies Gray?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay buddy-boop, whatcha wanna get?"

"Hats!"

"That's a good idea. It'll still be pretty cold when they get here. What ones do you want to get?"

"The blue bears!"

"You're sure you want the blue ones?"

"Yeah! Blue like daddy."

"Okay sweet boy, blue it is."

I tried to stretch out the shopping as long as I could but I had a cranky toddler who needed a nap and would only sleep in his bed right now. A phase I didn't appreciate. I got to the house quickly thanks to GPS. I still didn't always remember how to get to the new house fast. I took Gray out of his car seat and just brought him inside without thinking. He had been screaming for 20 minutes and I just wanted him to nap. I didn't take into consideration that there were hockey players all over the living room that I had to walk through to get to the stairs to his bedroom. Including Auston who had still never even seen his son except in pictures from Mitch's insta but there wasn't very many on there. I didn't realize until everyone was staring at me and the boy.

"Hey guys sorry to interrupt." I just kept walking through.

"Mommy I wanna play with uncle Willie."

"After your nap Gray. Right now you need to sleep."

After I put him down for his nap I sat outside his door and cried. Mitch came up to check on me and he sat down next to me rubbing my back.

"I can't believe I was just so stupid. I brought Grayson right through in front of Auston. He's never seen him in person Mitch. I was just so tired of listening to a screaming sleepy baby that I brought him in."

"You're not stupid. This is your house and that's our son. If he didn't want to risk seeing him he could've just stayed home."

"I didn't want him to see him. He doesn't want to see him, hes going to think I did it on purpose."

"He won't." He brushed the hair our of my face and gave me a gentle kiss. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm just frustrated. Probably hormones are playing a role too. Its dumb I'm sorry."

"Don't be baby. Do you want to come down and hangout with us?"

"No I think I'm going to have a nap."

"Okay you can come down anytime you want. Love you, have a good nap."

"Love you."

I ended up sleeping for about 30 minutes. I woke up to Gray jumping on me.

"Baby, why are you jumping? How did you get out of your crib?"

"I climbed. I wanted to be with you mommy."

"Aww my sweet boy come here." I lifted up the comforter and he crawled in cuddling up with me. "We'll have to get you a big boy bed soon."

"Okay."

"Go back to sleep for a little bit okay Gray?"

"Okay mommy. Goodnight."

"I love you."

"Love you."

I stayed awake for a while just soothing my baby and getting him back to sleep. Eventually I fell asleep too. I was woken up a little while later by Mitch.

"Morning sleeping beauty."

"Hi love, how long have I been out? Where's Gray?"

"Probably around 2 hours? He had been asleep to long so I woke him up and brought him downstairs. Auston already left with Morgan and Zach."

"Sorry I've been sleeping so much. I'm just so tired all the time."

"I know, it's okay. Your body is working hard to make two healthy babies."

"Yeah that's true." I said feeling my belly.

"I can't believe you're showing so much already. It took you so long to show with Grayson. Are you feeling them yet?"

"Yeah but it's just light. You won't be able to feel it yet."

"Damn it."

"Sorry baby."

"Says sorry as if it's her fault." He said rolling his eyes. "Come on let's go back downstairs and see the guys."

"Okay." I gave him a kiss before we made our way back down. "Hey guys!"

"Well look who could finally be bothered to come see me." William said sarcastically giving me a hug.

"I'm sorryyy. The twins have me so fucking tired all the time."

"Hows everything going?" Freddie asked from the floor building blocks with Gray.

"Its all going good. The babies are a little on the small side but they're healthy so it's okay."

"That's good I'm glad to hear it." He said with a small but genuine smile.

"Thanks I'm glad too."

"Do you know what you're having yet? Marns said you were finding out this time."

"We don't know yet." I saw Freddie get out his phone but I didn't really think much of it until Will spoke up.

"No you don't but I do." William said with laughter in his voice.

"What?! You know? They called?" I asked getting excited.

"Mhm."

"Well what are you waiting for tell me, tell me, tell me!"

"Mitch looks like he's gonna barf." Freddie laughed.

"Babe come here." I sat him down beside me.

"How wild is it that I'm the only one who knows what you're having?"

"Willyyyy come on." I whined stomping my feet.

"Okay okay fine. Are you guys ready?"

"Yes for God sake!" Mitch said groaning.

"Okay so you're having another baby boy first off, and baby number two is a little girl."

"Oh my God!! Oh my God. Will for real?"

"Of course for real. I'm not about to lie." I ran up and hugged him and then went back to Mitch.

"Mitchie!!"

"Baby this is incredible. I'm so fucking happy." He held my face and gave me a kiss before lifting me into his arms and spinning me around. I started crying of course.

"Mitch this is so great. We get both."

"Stop crying you sweetheart, I'm going to cry." He kissed me again and wiped my eyes.

"Oh my God this is so awesome.. a little girl! And another boy! I'm so excited." I covered my eyes and started stomping my feet again in excitement.

"I'm so happy for you guys." Freddie said coming over and giving me a hug first then Mitch.

"Thank you Frederick. That means a lot." I said smiling wide.

"Thanks man." Mitch gave him a big hug.

"Cant believe you're going to have three kids soon. How do you feel man?"

"Excited. I'm so excited man. I can't believe I'm having two babies, let alone a boy and a girl. That's wild. Oh my God babe! We're having a girl!"

"I know lovey."

"God I'm not scary enough to have a daughter. Who's going to intimidate the guys trying to date her?"

"(Y/n)." William and Freddie said at the same time. Everyone laughed at the appalled look on Mitch's face. Even Grayson thought it was funny.

"Babe you've got a whole big bad team that can intimidate boys. Plus she's got two brothers. And you can be plenty scary when you want to be."

"Such a liar." Freddie said chuckling. "He literally got into a fight and hugged someone to the ground."

"Yeah but did I win though?" He asked getting worked up.

"Mitchie-"

"Babe no. Did I win though?"

"You did I guess in the broadest sense of the word." William said.

"No I won the fight. I didnt get hit and I got him to the ground. That's a win."

"If you say so."

"Ya know what? Fuck you guys."

"Fuck you guys." Gray repeated causing everyone to quiet down.

"Good going Marns." Freddie said trying to hold it together. William couldn't, he had to leave the room. I could still hear him laughing but I dont think Gray did. He did hear Mitch though.

"Fuck you." Grayson squealed laughing.

"Mitch cut it out." I said hitting the back of his head. He wouldn't stop at all and this is not what I wanted Grayson to start saying all the time and I felt a mad mood swing coming on. "Mitchell get out. Now."

"What?"

"Get. Out."

"Fine." He said scoffing at me and leaving.

"Grayson you come here." He came over and stood in front of me. "You don't say that anymore, you hear me?"

"Fuck you." He giggled but Freddie picked him up and sat him on his lap.

"Listen up bud. That's not a nice thing to say. It's mean."

"Daddy said it."

"Daddy was making a mean joke. You don't want to say mean things." I told him sternly.

"I want to say."

"Gray you listen to your mom. Who's the boss little man?"

"Mom's the boss."

"Right. So we're not gonna say that again right?"

"Right."

"If I hear that you're still saying it I'm gonna come back and we're gonna have to have a talk about listening to mom."

"Okay."

"Say sorry to your mom."

"I'm sorry mommy." He said coming over and giving me a hug.

"It's okay baby boy. I just don't want you saying those words. They're bad ones."

"I won't mommy."

"Good."

The rest of the evening was spent with the guys. We all played out in the snow with Gray then we came inside and cooked dinner together. The night ended with us all watching spongebob with Grayson until he got tired. I put him up to bed and read him a story after saying bye to Willy and Fred.

All night Mitch had been off. I was worried about him and I was worried that it was my fault for yelling at him. I decided I'd have to talk to him but I wasn't sure he'd want to talk to me. I found him in our room sitting on the edge of the bed. I climbed in on my side and crawled over to him. I gave him a kiss on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. I didn't mean to."

"It's okay babes."

"You seemed upset and I just wanted to apologize. It wasn't your fault that he repeated things."

"Do you think I'm a bad dad?"

"What? Mitch no!"

"Really?"

"Oh course hun. You're such a good dad to Grayson."

"But I made him swear."

"Mitchie anyone could've done that. We've all been swearing around him."

"What if I'm a bad dad to the twins?"

"You won't be. Love, where is this all coming from?"

"Auston and Zach where saying some off hand comments. Jokes probably. Some of them just really stuck with me."

"What did they say?"

"Just that I wasn't doing a good job basically. Aus was making fun of me for Grayson crying when you brought him in because I'm not raising him right. Zach said I was too young and dumb to have kids. He said I'd fuck em up. That we were stupid to go through with having the twins because it'll make my career harder."

"Okay new rule. Ya know who isn't allowed to ever critique your parenting? Auston fucking Matthews. You literally adopted his son and have been taking care of him so well his whole life. Auston ran away from me and pretty much never spoke to me again. As for Zach, he can fucking bite me. You aren't a bad parent and you aren't going to fuck them up. Our twins are going to love you with just as much intensity as Grayson."

"Thank you (y/n). You always know just what to say."

"I don't know what impact it'll have on your career and I'm sorry I was so selfish as to not think of that."

"What? No dont apologize for that. I thought of that." He said rubbing my arm that was around him. "I thought a lot about that before I brought up having another baby. I don't see how it would effect my career negatively. Or really at all."

"Maybe they're thinking concentration and stuff?"

"I don't know but this whole season you've been pregnant and we've had Gray for a season and a half before this. I've played my best hockey this year."

"I know I'm so proud of you." I said kissing him.

"I just want to have a big happy family. And it's not like I'm leaving it just to you to raise them. I'm just as involved. And it's not like I'm ditching the guys either. I just don't get it."

"Don't get upset about it baby." I leaned back and brought him back so he was laying on my crossed legs. I started running my fingers through his hair. He sighed in content and closed his eyes.

"It's just hard."

"Maybe they're just jealous."

"Why would they be?"

"Well I mean just look at you. You've got love, a beautiful family, twins on the way, you're playing better hockey than them, you have a house of your own. What's not to be jealous of?"

"I guess. I'm just really bothered that my best friends would say that kind of stuff about me. I love you guys so much and I just try so hard to show it every day."

"You do show it every day Mitch. You've shown it every day since we found out I was pregnant with Grayson. You're the most loving person I've ever met."

"I just want to do a good job."

"You do, you will. We can do it together."

"I love you so much."

"I love you Mitchie." The babies kept moving around as we were talking and I decided to try and distract him. "Hey love, do you want to see if you can feel the babies?"

"Are they kicking?" He asked excitedly turning over to face me.

"Yeah pretty hard actually."

"Where? Where are they kicking?"

"There's one down here. And the other is over here." I said moving each hand to the spots on my stomach.

"Alright babies kick me. I wanna feel it. I want to feel you move." He spoke to my belly and they started kicking.

"Do you feel it?"

"Shh I'm trying to concentrate."

"Pfft good luck." I said running my hand through his hair again laughing at the look he gave me.

"Stop moving."

"Sorry." I stopped and just sat quietly.

"Was that them?" He asked after a hard kick.

"I felt it over here for sure."

"Me too." He said smiling. "There's one of my babies. Finally. I didn't think they'd ever want me to feel them."

"Oh come on lovey, you knew they'd be felt eventually."

"Yeah I did. Come on other baby, get me." We stayed like that for a while waiting but he didn't feel it again which bummed him out.

"Mitchy it's okay you'll feel them both soon."

"I know I will. After Gray goes to bed I'm gonna sit here with you for hours just holding you and being kicked."

"Gonna take your baby bump naps again?" I asked wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Oh fuck yes. I loved those so much during the beginning of the season. I felt so close to you and Gray that way. It's the closest I could get connection wise since I can't feel them all the time."

"Awe babe, you can feel for them any time you'd like. And take your naps. You can do whatever you need to to feel connected to the babies."

"Can we pick out baby names?"

"What right now?"

"Yes why not? We already know the girl's gonna be Marly right?"

"Yeah I was thinking of giving her my mom's middle name Dawn too but I'm up for discussion on that."

"Marly Dawn Marner. I like it."

"Me too. Do you have any boy names in mind?"

"I don't know. I was kind of throwing around a few."

"Tell me."

"Okay these are just a few that I like. Andrew, Lucas, and Dexter."

"Aaww Dexter it so cute!"

"Yeah I liked it." He said with a shy smile while rubbing his neck.

"Don't do that. You look hot and I'm going to get so distracted."

"Oh my God whatever. Do you have any names?"

"I've been liking Toby. I also like Lucas. Josh, Kyle, Ethan too. I like Ethan."

"Those are cool."

"Now that you've said Dexter though I'm really liking Dexter."

"Well we've got time to decide still. We're only halfway there."

"You've got a point." I gave him a kiss before we laid down and he tried feeling for the babies some more.

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bittyparse · 7 years ago

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Fell to the Ground

Uh, sorry in advance for this.

This is a drabble I wrote while angsting to @princesspeeksy about our weird Dylan Strome/Mitch Marner verses. It’s a lot.

Summary: Mitch loses a bet. The consequences of the bet are not his favourite. (Or the one where Dylan Strome makes Mitch Marner lie stomach-down on a hockey rink and shoots a puck way too hard at him with the express purpose of hurting him.)

Tags: dumb unsafe hockey boys, POV switching that I’m too lazy to edit out, Mitch Marner whump, I’m a Bad Person, manipulation, weird D/s vibes, don’t read unless you’re f*cked up like me! (: (:

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“A little to the left. Yeah. Okay, turn your face the other way. Don’t wanna mess up your pretty mouth eh?” Dylan dangles the puck back and forth, making sure his stick is loud against the ice. “More than it already is,” he mutters under his breath, grinning.

Mitch twitches on the ice, the cold bleeding through his long-sleeve into his stomach and deeper, until it feels like it’s chilling into his bones. His head is still raised from where he’s laying on the ice, eyes zone in on Dylan’s stick, flicking the puck back and forth too fast. It would make Mitch hot under the collar for how good Dyl looks like this, casual power over the black hunk of plastic on the ice. It would make him warm if he wasn’t already shivering from being so intimately close with the red line painted into the ice below him.

Dylan pauses, swings his stick back. Mitch flinches. Dylan can see the lashes on his eyes flutter.

“Not gonna tell you again, baby. Turn your head.”

Mitch turns his head. He can’t see Dylan anymore. Dylan’s not moving, standing there, admiring. The silence stretches on.

“Fuck! Dyl, ugh,” Mitch moans, pressing his cheek to the ice to try and distract himself with the cold. “This is a dumb fucking bet.”

“It’s not a bet Mitchy, it’s the outcome of the bet. That you lost.”

Dylan starts flicking the puck and back and forth in front of him again. He can practically feel the anticipation buzzing out of Mitch’s skin, like an electric current waiting to shock whoever touches him.

“Dyllllllaannnnn,” Mitch groans. Dylan quickly hides his grin as Mitch turns around, impatience clear across his face. “Just do it.”

“Do what?Maybe I just want to watch you lie here.” One of Mitch’s cheeks is dark red, wet and splotchy from where he had it pressed to the ice.

Dylan doesn’t tease Mitch much longer. He can see that Mitch is nervously jittery and his line is being pulled more and more taught the longer Dylan delays M itch might just snap any second. And that’s what has arousal pooling low in Dylan’s stomach, as he tunes out Mitch’s complaints from down the rink.

“Don’t move, okay?I’m gonna hit hard and I don’t want to hit your middle and break a fuckin’ rib or something.”

Mitch freezes. Dylan zeroes in on Mitch’s thigh, thinking how pretty a dark bruise will look there. How Mitch will pant and cry and whine about it later, while Dylan stripes his ass with his come. He’ll be able to press into the bruise later, when it’s darker, just to see Mitch squirm.

Dylan lines the puck up where he wants it, and swings his arm back.

“Wait wait WAIT!”

“You know you’re making this worse for yourself, right?”

Mitch sits up on the ice. Dylan’s eyebrows lift.

“Dyl, wait, you’re gonna kill me. You hit too hard.”

Nothing like a little flattery about how hard his shot is. Dylan’s chest puffs, his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“You backing out?”

“Dylan, c’mon, this is crazy, I don’t have any pads on or anything.”

“So you’re being a pussy and reneging on the bet.”

Mitch just sits there. He’s full on pouting now. Dylan cracks his stick on the ice, loud.

“Lay down, turn your head, and shut the fuck up Marns.”

Mitch’s mouth sets in a hard line but he does it. He’s getting cold and as much as he knows this is going to fucking suck, he knows Dylan will be all sweet on him after. He hopes, anyways. Besides, it feels like his heart is going to jump out of his throat any second and he just wants it to be over with.

Dylan shuffles the puck between his stick, once, twice — “Last reminder, don’t move!”�� and slap goes the puck. The sound is defeaning.

Time slows down, his ears ring, Mitch doesn’t even have time to move before the pain explodes on his thigh.

Mitch flinches a bit. He curls in on himself, away from the puck. The puck hits right on the back of his thigh, under his right cheek.

Mitch screams.

“FUCK!”

The shout turns into a high whine and a whimper. His arm stretches behind him, his hand gingerly covering where the puck hit.

Dylan skates over quick. When he stops in front of Mitch, he showers him with snow.

“Uuuuuunnnngh. You hit that fucking hard.”

“I didn’t hit it that hard.”

Mitch rolls over onto his back to ice himself and frowns at Dylan. Dylan offers a hand out to help him up.

“Next time don’t take bets you’re gonna lose, eh Mitchy?”

“Asshole,” Mitch grits out, pain still leaching into his voice. But his mouth turns up into a smile as he grabs Dylan’s hand, and hauls himself into Dylan’s waiting arms, snuffling a laugh into Dylan’s neck. “It’s throbbing.”

“It’s not the only thing that’s throbbing.” Dylan can’t help himself. He’s kind of maybe definitely hard from the way Mitch is leaning into him, hanging on to him, counting a little too much on his support from the amount of weight he’s putting onto Dylan.

“Shut up. You won, you got your stupid bet, please take me home now.”

Dylan helps him limp off the ice, and only bumps into where the puck hit once (twice - okay three times) on purpose on their way home.

#drabble #do not read LOl #i don’t want to put any actual hockey tags because i don’t want anyone mad at me uhhhh #xxxx mitch marner #xxxxx dylan strome #xxxx dylan/mitch #whump

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arizonatotoronto · 7 years ago

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the abo+frat au is quickly becoming one of my favorite verses of yours 😍😍 does Auston do any courting since they rushed into the mating/bonding process?

Thank youuuuuu! I’m having a lot of fun with it!

As far as courting goes, Auston and Mitch both figure that they've been dating this entire time, so they sort of skip it. IN FACT, they literally got bonded without knowing about it. It's what provoked the crazy instinctual reactions with each of their inner wolves.

They wait to officially mate until Spring Break, a few weeks later. Mostly because they want the privacy and the time to enjoy it properly.

This is sort of how I envision the end of the night of the party going:

(NSFWWWW. There's some clothed drunken messing around, but it's consensual.)

Auston takes a firm hold of Mitch's wrist (not rude this time, Mitch thinks dizzily, not when it's Auston) and practically drags him up the basement stairs. Not that Mitch is resisting even a little bit, because he's pretty sure this is going somewhere he really, really wants to go. Auston is just so big and strong, commanding, and Mitch's wolf is begging to roll over and present for him.

The main floor of the house is still full of people, the party in full swing around them, but Auston doesn't acknowledge any of the strange looks that get cast their way by friends and strangers alike. He uses his big body to cut right through the crowds, his face still so dark and stormy, the hard, tense lines of his body spelling out his fury easily enough. They get left alone.

He's got Mitch held close as they make their way up another set of stairs, has kind of curled himself around Mitch to keep anyone else from being able to so much as brush up against him. When they get to Auston's bedroom door, Auston practically throws it open. There's a random couple making out on Auston's bed, because of course there is; this shit happens every time they throw a party, no matter how firmly they tell their guests to stay out of the bedrooms.

The couple jumps apart at the thunderous sound of the door hitting the wall. The alpha in Auston's bed gives them a deeply annoyed expression, but his protest dies on his lips as he catches sight of Auston (huge and angry) in the doorway, and actually registers who he is.

"Get out," Auston says, terrifyingly calm, and there's a threatening growl building in his chest that makes Mitch's knees go weak. The couple mumbles hasty apologies as they scramble off the bed. Auston slams the door closed behind them, and then, to the delight of Mitch's wolf, locks it for good measure.

Mitch expects to be tackled to the bed as soon as they're alone, and he's confused when Auston simply turns Mitch to face him, his grip on Mitch's wrists gentling. It's like the fight has finally bled out of him, the adrenaline ebbing away, taking some of Auston's single-minded desperation with it.

"*Auston*," Mitch says in a voice he barely recognizes as his own. His wolf is wound so tight, practically shaking, and Auston just smells so good to him right now. "Shh, shh," Auston says, soothing. He takes Mitch's face in both of his big hands and tilts Mitch's head this way and that, almost like he's checking Mitch over, looking to see that he's all in one piece."If he hurt you..." Auston says, still so calm, his eyes flash dangerously, "I swear, Mitch, if he hurt you I'll--"

"No," Mitch gasps, shaking his head. He's absolutely breathless from the look on Auston's face as his eyes check Mitch's neck for unwelcome marks. "Auston, no, he didn't, I'm--"

He wants Auston to know that everything is fine, it's all okay because Auston came and took care of it, took care of *Mitch*. Like he always does. He didn't let Mitch get hurt, because he's the best alpha. The words don't come out sounding all that poetic, not as sweet as they'd sounded in his head, but he tells Auston earnestly anyway because Auston should know.

"Jesus," Auston says, wonderingly. "Shit, Mitch, I've never-- It's never been like that before, my wolf, it's never made me so--"

And doesn't *that* thought just thrill Mitch through and through?

He's the first omega to provoke this kind of proprietary response from Auston, to send him reeling from his wolf's instincts to claim and protect. God, Mitch is so fucking lucky.

Mitch's own wolf howls at him to bare his throat again, like he had in the basement, and so he does. He grips at Auston's forearms, Auston's hands still cradling Mitch's face, and tilts his head back. It's unmistakeble what he's asking for, and Auston groans out loud at the display of submission.

(Mitch shivers hard from the look on Auston's face because he knows it means that he's been good, that he's pleased his alpha. His wolf is overjoyed with it.)

When Auston leans in to scent at the delicious-smelling place where Mitch's collarbone meets his neck, he does it slowly, carefully, like he's worried he might spook Mitch if he's too fast. Auston is so very careful as he presses his lush mouth to the side of Mitch's throat, tasting where Mitch's pulse is hammering hard. It's not quite what Mitch wants, not the sharp sting of a bite, but the open-mouthed kiss feels incredible all the same.

At the first gentle scrape of Auston's teeth against his skin, Mitch actually cries out. The cry becomes a desperate, strangled wail when Auston traces across Mitch's skin with the hot, wet tip of his tongue. It lights Mitch up from the inside out, electric.

"Oh, please, *oh*," Mitch gasps, not even sure what he's asking for but sure that his alpha will know.

"Mitch," Auston sighs. He says Mitch's name like it's a prayer, soft and sacred in the dark of their bedroom.

Mitch shivers hard, begs "Please," again, and that's what sparks Auston into action.

He takes Mitch firmly by the waist and walks him backward to their bed, nosing at Mitch's temples when the scent of him is probably strongest. He presses Mitch down onto the bed, and is so careful in the way he scoots Mitch's body up the mattress to lay against the mountain of pillows that smell so much like the two of them.

"Mitch," he says again, and his voice is thick with want. "Tell me-- Jesus, tell me you want it."

"Please," Mitch whimpers, and he has to struggle to calm down his suddenly anxious wolf, stricken by the fear that Auston might *stop*. "Auston, please, I need--"Auston shushes him again, bracing himself on his knees over Mitch, close and good but not enough. Mitch wants-- he wants Auston holding him down, heavy and unmoving, generous with his pleasure and his praise.

And Auston must know that, because then he's leaning heavier on Mitch's waist, thigh pressed tight to the cradle of Mitch's hips. He laces the fingers of both hands with Mitch's, uses that to pin both of Mitch's hands above his head.

"I know, Marns," he croons. "I'll take care of you, I just need you to say it. Tell me you don't want me to stop."

"Don't stop," Mitch gasps, too quickly. He tests his wrists in Auston's grip and can't move them at all. "Auston, please don't. Don't stop."

"Yeah, that's-- Good boy," Auston says, breathless and so pleased. He adjusts the way he's laying across Mitch, rocks his thigh against where Mitch is so fucking hard in his jeans.

And it's so fucking good, the way Auston is encouraging Mitch to rub himself off against Auston's thigh. Mitch knows he's moaning, that it's probably too loud, but one look at Auston's hungry face and Mitch can't even muster the energy to be embarrassed about being so... so wanton. He bucks up against Auston's thigh and goes for it, knows that Auston wants him to.

"Oh, fuck," Mitch sobs, his fingers tightening where they're still tangled with Auston's. "Aus, m'gonna-- you gotta stop or I'm gonna--"

"Do it, Mitch, c'mon," Auston whispers in his ear, and it sounds goddamn filthy. "Come for me, baby, take what you need."

Mitch comes so hard, his back lifts right up off the bed from it. He's dimly aware that Auston has shifted himself a little, moved to where he can rub his own erection against Mitch's lower stomach. He rolls his hips in a dirty, dirty grind and the sound he makes is the sexiest thing Mitch has ever heard. It doesn't take him long to shiver and shake above Mitch, his own orgasm sounding so good, so hot, as Auston comes hard in his jeans for Mitch.

Afterward, they lay in a sweaty, panting heap, and for the first time, Auston leans in and kisses Mitch, sweet and so unhurried. Both boys get lost in the soft touching of their mouths, and they trade lazy kisses in the dark until Mitch is yawning too big to keep kissing. Auston crawls out of bed to fetch clean pajamas and a washcloth, and he's smiling like it's the only thing his face knows how to do.

("We'll talk in the morning," Auston tells him in a soft voice, once they've gotten themselves ready for bed. Mitch swallows the Advil Auston dumps into his palm, drinks his Gatorade like a good, drunk little omega, and curls up close, warm and sated and splayed across Auston's chest.

"Mm," Mitch hums his agreement, because yeah, they really do need to talk about how they went and somehow got fucking bonded without either of them knowing it had happened.)

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irakitminthy · 7 years ago

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Young again

(( this long assed post is the interaction between @caliginouslyantiquated @sanesspsuede and irakit when she was made into a bab. ))

MEANWHILE IN THE GREAT HALL

Nadire Ampora-Today at 7:04 PM

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You are here to be harassed.

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 7:05 PM

You have appeared to harass. You pull out a leather wrapped parcel, "heya, how ya been?"

Nadire Ampora-Today at 7:06 PM

You examine the parcel as it is given to you, blinking your eye. "Hey," you say, flipping it over before pulling a cord to open it. "How ha'e you been, Kit?"

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 7:09 PM

"Pretty decent. Kiwi’s drones finished my hive. Now I'm figuring out water treatment." Inside the parcel is the jerky. It's an odd color, since it's not blue or something. But instead a dark ruddy brown. Probably smells good.

Nadire Ampora-Today at 7:14 PM

That color is weird to you, and you select a piece, smelling it carefully. It does smell good, and you trust Irakit not to poison you, so you tear a piece off with your teeth. Your fins flick a bit, it tastes good. You eat the rest of the piece of jerky, and wrap it again. "Good luck to you in your endea'ors," you say. "It's good things ha'e been goin' w-well for you."

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 7:16 PM

You grin "thanks nads. What about you though? How are things going with the projects?"

Nadire Ampora-Today at 7:19 PM

"Goin' w-well," you tell her. "Sol's been makin' headw-way w-with the helmin' project, an' is plannin' an expidition here soon." Your tail twitches, and you sigh listlessly. "He's goin' to be gone a w-while."

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 7:20 PM

You wince "oof, that fuckin blows dude..." You tilt your head "I though marnie was working on it?"

Nadire Ampora-Today at 7:22 PM

"They w-were both temporary techies until the helmin' project got underw-way. Do you really think projects a this scale can be undertaken by w-one person?"

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 7:24 PM

"Nah, I just didn't expect faithful to be heading back out..." You shrug, someone needs to test it you guess. But sheesh.

"Speaking of marn, is she still on leave?"

Nadire Ampora-Today at 7:39 PM

"She hasn't come back to me yet for me to obser'e her progress," you tell her.

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 7:41 PM

You nod "good point." You nod to the jerky "since you finished the once peice can I take it that you liked it?"

Your phone buzzes, looks like you for got to mute it. Well so long as it dosent irritate you you'll leave it for now

Nadire Ampora-Today at 7:51 PM

"Yeah, it tastes pretty good. You said more needed cooked?" You wonder if that meant she inteded on cooking it here, or what.

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 7:53 PM

"Yeah I brought some that's raw. Incase you wanted to have some fancy and rare meat to cook with." Crooked grin "cooking seems to be one of the things you enjoy."

Nadire Ampora-Today at 7:56 PM

You can't help but match her grin back. "You'e learned me w-well in the last few perigees, ain't you Kit. Thank you, I appreciate this."

"How's Nes been, anyw-way?"

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 7:57 PM

"I learn quick believe it or not. Pretty okay I think, she spends a lot of time with ring and her captor now. Even more after she n Tulket split."

You shrug "she's sturdy though. I'm pretty sure she's fine. Embarrassed to death right now, but fine." Another buzz from your phone. You flick your ear. Maybe you'll be able to just turn it down in your pocket.

Nadire Ampora-Today at 8:17 PM

Your grin goes wider. "She's ruin' the day she let me at her dirty blog, now ain't she?"

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 8:18 PM

You can't help it, you laugh "man I would have paid to see her expression when you reblogged it!"

Nadire Ampora-Today at 8:29 PM

"Hehe, I know, right? W-why don't you come w-with me to the kitchens, so I can get this meat put aw-way."

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 8:32 PM

"Eh, sure why not." You'll tag along, and maybe check your phone when ya get there.

TO THE KITCHEN

Nadire Ampora-Today at 8:56 PM

You take Irakit here, and get the raw meat put away. The jerky, though, you keep that with you so that you can snack on it.

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 9:01 PM

When you get there you check your phone, oh goody. "Oh fuck." You hit post as fast as you can, before the magic takes effect. When it hits you, you crumble. Going through your transformation in a state of unconsciousness.

Nadire Ampora-Today at 9:06 PM

Oh, fuck. Fuck.

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 9:07 PM

Your name is irakit minthy, and you are 3 sweeps old, and slowly regaining consciousness in a gigantic highbloods kitchen. This can only end well can't it.(edited)

Nadire Ampora-Today at 9:26 PM

You're looking down at her with concern, ears fanned forward. Is she alright? You crouch. "Kit?"

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 9:31 PM

You sit up, clutching your now way to big dress, you look around, confused for a moment. Then someone says your name, or at least half of it, and you look up and freeze. There's a lot of things to digest, first off, that's a very much adorned violet , second off, they seem to be half monster, and thirdly they are fucking huge and you are in a kitchen. Your ears pin and your eyes fill instantly with tears. You don't know what to do, because you are officially so young that you can't properly use your powers.

You are very certain that you are looking into the face of your master. You aren't sure how you ended up here, or how you got caught, or where mom or virmil are. But you are absolutely sure that you are a slave. Adult you will be sure to not charge nadire for anything for a while because this is gonna be an experience

Nadire Ampora-Today at 9:36 PM

Why is she crying. You rub the heel of your palm over your cheek. Gee, um. "W-what are you cryin' for, come on. Let's get somethin' for you to w-wear." You're gonna message Saness as well.

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 9:40 PM

Why are you crying?! Is he for real? You wanna run away, but you are absolutely terrified and you know damn well he can catch you. So instead you nod timidly and try to stand up. You are about 4 ft. Tiny compared to this half monster. You'll be good, until you can spot an escape, or until mom raid this place. You hope she's okay.

You also really hope this big violet doesn't get sick while your here. You don't want to die.

Nadire Ampora-Today at 10:10 PM

"Pick up your clothes an' keep yourself decent," you tell her, straightening up to tower overhead with a frown. You're messaging Saness at the moment.

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 10:11 PM

You nod hurriedly trying to keep the dress covering you. Lucky for little you big you kinda dresses like a slut so while tits big it's not impossible. You still can't make yourself talk yet, if you do you'll start really crying.

Are you trembling? You might be. God he's huge. And is that a fuckin shark tail? You didn't even see that!

Nadire Ampora-Today at 10:23 PM

You stand and watch her for a moment, then make an executive decision. Everyone who's ever turned into a small child that you know of, so far, has been problematic. You decide to just lift her by the scruff (Read as: Bunching the fabric under her arms across her chest.) and carry her out to the transportalizers.

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 10:24 PM

You scream and curl into a ball covering your head, you are officially bawling your eyes out. You start gibbering about being good, and not wanting to die. You even say please.(edited)

You are a suspended ball of panicking screaming smol.

TO THE ENTRYWAY

Nadire Ampora-Today at 10:32 PM

You carry the ball of screaming here. By the time you reach here, security is tailing you.

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 10:35 PM

Oh great more giants that dosent help, you start to hiccup, there smoke and tiny flames. You keep trying to apologise and promise to behave. You have no idea what you did. But he didn't rip you up so he's not sick right?

Nadire Ampora-Today at 10:46 PM

The flames and the smoke alarm you, and you tell her to knock it off. You're not up for being burned. It's just waiting for Saness now.

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 10:48 PM

You can't control it! Him snapping at you makes you cry harder. You try though, you try as hard as you can. Clamping your mouth and eyes shut and trying to stop.

Saness Psuede-Today at 10:52 PM

You're here now! You don't actually need a password since Nadire let you give your bracer full permissions, but you use it anyway and appear on the pad.

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 10:54 PM

The noise startled you and you slip for a sec, full screaming fire breath before you clamp down again.

Saness Psuede-Today at 10:56 PM

Holy shit, okay, not allowed. You wrap the tiny screaming fireball in your psi and lift her out of Nadire's grip with a gentle and insistent tug. He doesn't need any serious burns.

Nadire Ampora-Today at 10:57 PM

No problems there, as soon as she breathes fire you're dropping her instantly.

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 11:02 PM

Your eyes pop open when you are released and standing on a big round thing is a lime. Oh god were you both being sentenced to death?! Oh no! More sobbing, you are no longer holding your mouth shut, more screaming.

Saness Psuede-Today at 11:06 PM

"Irakit! Kitty! Hey, Kitty, it's okay, shhh..." Fuck, this is hellish. You bring the screaming wriggler to your arms and continue crooning at her.

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 11:16 PM

She knows your name? Okay?! You actually say something along the lines of the monsters gonna eat us. But it's through crying and fire hiccups.

Saness Psuede-Today at 11:23 PM

You look at Nadire a little helplessly while you pat and soothe a very upset wriggler. "No one's gonna eat you, Kitty."

Nadire Ampora-Today at 11:24 PM

You look just as helpless. "W-what do you think? Should w-we cancel her anon?"

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 11:25 PM

That sounds like it means kill you. You try to clamp your mouth shut and shake your head hard. If they were talking about if they should kill you maybe they won't if you calm down.

Saness Psuede-Today at 11:29 PM

Is Irakit just professionally stupid or something? You already thought she might be, but did it really start so young? "I only have one pass left anyway."

Nadire Ampora-Today at 11:30 PM

"I'e got se'eral, she can use w-one a mine."

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 11:31 PM

If you are taken away from the big scary monster violet you might calm the fuck down. As it is you are getting quieter, more confused. He's not killing the lime?

Saness Psuede-Today at 11:34 PM

"May I have a pass in case it becomes unbearable, then?"

Nadire Ampora-Today at 11:41 PM

You slide off a ring with a bright blue gem and crack it, a stack of flowers falling into your hand. You select one and give it to Saness, then captchalogue the rest. "Make her eat that."

Saness Psuede-Today at 11:47 PM

"Okidoki." You transfer the frightened child to one hip and accept the blue flower, considering it with interest. "I'll take her out of your hair, then."

Nadire Ampora-Today at 11:47 PM

"Thank you."

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 11:49 PM

a violet just said thank you to a lime instead of killing her. you hiccup and look around teary eyed and very confused.

Saness Psuede-Today at 11:51 PM

"I guess you'll see us around. She'll be back before long, I'm sure." Half promise, half warning. It's just how it be. The flower goes into your sylladex and you give Nadire a wave before turning back to the transportalizer. He's probably seen just about enough of Littlekit.

Irakit Minthy (tali)-Today at 11:56 PM

you are carried off to a fate yet unknown to you.

#slavery #ask to tag #young again #long post

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carey-pricemas · 8 years ago

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Hat Trick- Auston Matthews

Ok so hockey has surprised me this weekend and I'm living! Until Wednesday... anyway! Enjoy guys!

Warning: none

Anon Request: hi!! i love love love your writing💓 can you do an auston matthews imagine where you guys like each other but aren't dating and neither of you know the other likes each other until you're at a game or something and a player/whoever tries to flirt with you and auston gets really jealous and realizes he actually really likes you?? tyy!!

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"Will you introduce me to Connor McDavid?" you asked Auston as you walked into the ACC with him and Mitch.

"No."

"Pleaseeeeeeeeee" you begged, pouting at him. "He's so cute! Please?!?"

"I don't think you're going to win, (Y/N)" Mitch laughed. Auston stopped you and turned to you. Mitch waved as he continued on.

"No Connor?" you asked, pouting.

"We'll see" Auston said. "Come here." You walked into his open arms, hugging Auston tightly and breathing in his scent. You had met the crazy Arizona boy shortly after development camp started his first season. You two had instantly clicked and become fast friends.

Too bad you fell hard for him.

"Good luck" you whispered. "Four goals."

"One."

"I need a new hat, Auston." You grinned up at him. Since his NHL debut with the four goals, you had always wished him well in the game and for four goals.

"I'll work on it." He bent down and kissed your cheek. It was a part of his pregame ritual and one you didn't mind at all. "See you after?"

"You bet. Pick out a good hat for me." Auston laughed but started walking backwards to the locker room. "Make sure it's blue."

"Sure sure" he said chuckling. You waved and blew him a kiss before he disappeared.

"Fuck" you murmured, making your way to your seat. You never minded helping Auston with his pregame routine, as weird as it was, but you always had to get yourself together afterwards.

It sucked being in love with your friend.

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"Hey." You looked up at the voice and dropped your phone.

"Oh my god" you breathed. "You're-"

"Yup" Connor said, holding out his hand. "And you're way to pretty to be wearing that ugly thing."

"Ahh" you looked down at the Matthews jersey and laughed. "My McDavid jersey is at home. Sorry."

"Ah well, at least you won." He bent down and grabbed your long forgotten phone. "You waiting for someone?"

"Oh uh Auston" you said, gesturing at the Leafs' locker room doors. "You?"

"Marns" he said with a smile. "You're Auston's girlfriend? I didn't know-"

"Oh no" you said waving away his words as you blushed. "Just a friend. Nothing more."

"Ahhh" Connor said. "Well-"

"Hey!" You both looked as Mitch practically tackled Connor with a hug. Auston walked out at a more sedate pace. His eyes flickered to your hands before he smiled at you.

"Hey" you beamed at Auston. "Where's my hat?"

"Here" Auston tossed you a blue Maple Leafs hat in your direction. You quickly pulled it on and modeled it for him.

"How's it look?" you asked.

"Great" all three men said. You laughed.

"I can't believe you put on Matts' gross ass hat" Mitch laughed. You looked up at the Arizona boy and saw his blush.

"Do you want to join us for dinner?" Connor asked.

"Oh uh-"

"Sorry, we've got other plans" Auston said, throwing his arm around your shoulders. "Maybe next time."

"I'll come out to Edmonton with the boys next time" you said with a wink. "Wear the McDavid jersey."

"Yeah" Connor chuckled. He gestured at your jersey. "That jersey might get you lynched in Edmonton." You laughed. "Oh! Here! Your phone!" He handed the forgotten phone over to you.

"Thanks, Connor."

"You ready?" Auston asked. You nodded and waved at the two as Auston tugged you away immediately.

"What is wrong with you?" you asked.

"Nothing" he muttered.

"Really? Cause I didn't know we had plans and you were awfully rude to one of your friends."

"It's fine. We're gonna head to grab dinner and ice cream for you."

"And you didn't want to do that with them because...?"

"I didn't want to watch you fawn all over Connor."

"I wasn't fawning over Connor" you said, rolling your eyes. "You sound like you're jealous, but-"

"I am" he finally said, turning to you. "I care about you ok?"

"I care about you too, Auston, but I don't keep you from talking with other girls because you think they're cute."

"No, (Y/N) I like you. Like I want to date you." You froze. You stared at Auston open mouthed. "I want you to wear my jersey because you're my girlfriend, not just because you're my friend. Like I want to be able to kiss you and ugh" Auston ran his hand through his hair. "This went a lot better in my head."

"You thought about this?" you asked softly. Auston snorted.

"Months ago."

"Months?" you squeaked. Auston nodded.

"Look if you don't feel the same we can go join-"

"You're so dense Auston" you said, standing on your tip toes. You grabbed his tie and pulled it down, your lips meeting halfway.

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You stood among the sea of orange jerseys wearing your Matthews jersey.

Connor was right, you were going to get lynched.

Especially since Auston was tearing their D apart.

"AHH!!!!" You screamed and jumped as the puck wound up at the back of the Oilers' net once more. Hats rained down on the ice, despite being an Oilers crowd, for Auston's hat trick. After his celebration with his team, he picked a hat up and skated over to you, tossing it over the glass. You grabbed it and stuck it on your head before blowing him a kiss.

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Ok there you go! Had to write Auston getting a hat trick! Let me know what you thought. Up next: Miles Wood!

#auston matthews #matty #matts #toronto maple leafs #nhl imagines #nhl imagine

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DANNY BOY THINKS ABOUT GOING TO SEE THE PRIEST

Danny boy did not realize until he came back to that he was staring at a dog across the way. He had been thinking about something and the dog, the neighborhood dog that everyone called McStuffens for some reason, a furry mutt who almost looked like a stuffed animal with a brown circle over one of his eyes, had happened to stop and stare at Danny boy while Danny boy was inadvertently staring at him. Now Danny boy spit, which he did about once every minute, sometimes more, and it made a smacking sound on the old sidewalk, and at this McStuffens straightened his head to the front again and continued roaming, while the fag burned in between Danny boy’s fingers. Can’t even smoke in the pub no more, had to smoke outside. Aye, it was a shame. Danny boy didn’t see the point in people being healthy. Colm the postman walked by on his route and they traded several, if you want to call them, pleasantries, even though they would have been indecipherable to anyone who spoke English. Colm wore tiny tweed shorts that showed off his strong legs, all that walking and being of a strong, middle-aged constitution. Colm made a joke about it being Monday morning, something about a “wee tipple on a Moonday marn,” but Monday mornings were Danny boy’s favorite to drink. It was nice and quiet, and he felt like he was keepin the barman Pat company, or like they were keepin each other company. He could really do some thinking and ruminating then, as opposed to a lot of the nights which soon as not would devolve into fighting and throwing up, slipping on someone’s corned hash that they’d thrown up. He was a plumber when he wanted to be, so he was used to seeing all manner of bad things, which again was why he liked these quiet times, just him and his own shiite in both senses of the term. But something had been picking at him recently. Something was always picking at him, he figured that’s what it was to be like a fully formed person and the like, but something had been picking at him, pickin PICKIN, at him recently and but he couldn’t figure out what. No matter how many cigarettes he smoked he couldn’t figure out what it was. Like when he had been looking at McStuffens but didn’t know he was, he hadn’t been able to figure it out. It wasn’t because of no Mary or Margaret, no long-haired lass, no pussy. The last few times had been strictly like business transactions for both sides. Then maybe, he thought, he wanted them to not be. He wanted love? Or luuve, as the Irish called it? But foock that, he thought. That was when the pussy swallowed you just about whole. He had loved a girl but then she went off to University, to Trinity even, and became too smart for him. He did, if he was being God’s honest, think about her all the time, and every time he said foock you to her in his mind it was really a I luuve you. But she had been at University for a few years now and he was sure she was seeing one of them things that ate apples -- a book worm. No, no pussy had his mind in a conniption. But FOOK Dublin anyway, he thought, since that’s where she was, and it was full of a bunch of right wankers and overpriced drinks and tourists and people who read books who he liked to punch in the face. He’d been there and he’d seen the Molly Malone statue and he’d felt her tit. One of his buddies had been arrested there for pissin off of the Ha’penny Bridge and scarring an American family with their little kids. So FOOK Dublin. And FOOK the church, he thought. (He had decided to smoke another cigarette.) Jesus may as well be Santy Claus. Yar gonna be reunited with your mum and dad and your nana and your greatgrandmum, and by the time you get to her you’ll be like who the FOOK is that lady? I don’t know her. And if you wank off, the most natural thing in the world, since we are monkeys, Danny thought, then you’ll be playing tiddlywinks with Lucifer. Bunch of arse. And if you believe that one then I have this great bucket of sand to sell you in the desert, or however the fook it went. He did like the priest though, Father Mgarnigle. You could tell, first, he ain’t rape no kids. That’s thing number one. He had, Father Mgarnigle did, these big soft padded hands that he laid on his desk when he talked to you, when he talked to Danny boy, and you were sure just looking at his hands that he could help you. Like if you fainted dead away, he could pick you up and carry you to safety if it happened to be on a rock or something with the waves crashing in. He had a nice color to his cheeks too that made a person feel like they could trust him. He’d come down to the pub every once in a while, have a few Guinnesses, make everyone act a little better. You couldn’t throw up in front of the Father, that would’ve been such a poor show. Not that you would have gone to the devil but you would have just felt really bad about it, like you needed to get your life together. He spit. Maybe he should go see the Father, hike up to that spiky palm tree there next to the church. When he had been going out of his mind with what’s her name before she had gone to University, or right after she had gone too, Danny boy had gone to see him, like as if he was a headshrinker or something, like in America. It would have been perfect if he could have smoked in there and just talked and talked, but they didn’t even put no smoking signs in the church. People just knew not to smoke in there. He didn’t think the talking had helped much then because nothing helped much then, but maybe it had. Fook that coont anyway. But as far as he could tell, he had been thinking about babies and being a father and did he want to fix toilets his whole life and drink or did he want to travel and what good would that do either and he couldn’t even approach the subject of women because that was such a death trap with blades on all sides but then they would probably have to factor in if he was going to have offspring out of his balls at some point and, like, in general, what in the hell should he do. Maybe the Father knew a little more than him about these things because he had read books and things. At the same time, fook, he may as well go back inside and continue his wee tipple. Maybe he would go see the priest tomorrow.

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