#LET’S BEAT HIM UP FINALLY PLZZZZZ

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PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZZZZZ can you do one where Greyback injures Remus in a game? The teams reactions and stuff. Angst lol

ANON YOU’RE REVIVING THE ANGST WRITER IN ME!!!! (although i do believe this is a lot less angsty than you might have imagined, I apologise)  sorry this took so long but it was so. much. fun!!! thank you so so much for the ask! 

as always all credits to the fantastic @lumosinlove !!

(all TWs are in the tags, so please read with caution!) 

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The last thing Remus remembered was those menacing yellow eyes glaring at him in predatory hunger before he was slammed into the boards, his head smashing back into his helmet, his body screaming in pain at the hard crunch of gear against gear.  

Time slowed down and ground to a halt 

“Can’t get away from me that easy, Lupin” greyback growled, his rancid breath warming Remus’s frigid skin. Fenrir dug his skate in, and Remus could’ve sworn he heard something crunch in his ankle. “You better watch your back”

Greyback pushed off with a final shove against Remus’s mangled ankle, snarling victoriously as he left. 

Without Fenir’s weight to hold him steady, Remus’s knees gave way, and he crumpled to the frigid ice with a choked sob. 

The crowd became a visceral, living thing, roaring at Greyback. Even the fans decked out in black and yellow jerseys pounded at the boards, raging at the vengeful outlier on their team. Remus barely registered it, his movements too slow, the noises faded and distant as though being heard through water

Remus could do little but sit on the ice, his heart a thunderous beat in his chest. He raised his hand to see where he’d sliced it open on his skate, the blood pooling in his palm like a handful of rubies. 

His movements were so slow, like he was dragging his hand through honey instead of air.

Remus blinked, his breath a veritable hurricane around him. Strange how blood always seemed so surreal on the ice. His heart thumped loudly in his head. He closed his eyes, trying to get his head on straight.

A sudden hand on his shoulder startled his eyes open, time going back to its normal speed with a snap. 

The sounds around him sharpened abruptly, the roaring of the crowd, the slide of skates on ice, the whistling of the referees slammed into him like a wave, assaulting his senses. 

“Mon Loup, mon amour. Regardez-moi. Je t’ai eu. Je suis ici.” 

Remus tipped his head back to look at Sirius. Everything came into blinding focus. Sirius’s mercury eyes blazed with a barely controlled fury, the hard set of his jaw telling Remus the extent of his rage. 

Remus just swallowed, his body not cooperating with his mind’s orders to form words. He felt a distant tug of shock when he saw Leo on the red line, ripping into Greyback with a fury he had never seen before. Fenrir had an inch or so on Leo, but the rookie was faster, ducking and throwing punches faster than greyback could move. 

Remus turned, finding Bliz standing near the bench with Fleury, yelling scathing comments across the ice while the crowd egged them on. 

Remus’s heart all but stopped when he saw a particularly harsh blow from Fenrir catch on Leo’s shoulder. 

Kasey was on him in an instant, decking Greyback around his exposed head, Fenrir’s head snapping back sickly as he fell to the ice. 

“Don’t you fucking dare touch our goalie” Kasey slammed his fist into the side of Fenrir’s face, teeth flying out as blood splattered. 

Amidst all the commotion, Remus hadn’t even realised that the team had gathered around him, Sirius kneeling on the ice, his hand a gentle weight on Remus’s knee.

“Loops? You with us?” Finn asked, reaching out a hand to help him get up. 

“Yeah, Harz, you aren’t gonna get rid of me that easy.” Remus rasped, grabbing onto Finn’s palm and letting him tug him upright. “I do think I have a mild concussion, though.” 

“Jeez Loops, you had us worried there for a sec,” James laughed, thumping him on the back gently.  

Remus laughed, bumping their fists together as he skated past them all. “Somebody get Blizzard and Nutty off of Greyback before he ends up dead.” Loops called over his shoulder. “Or worse, they could get benched.” 

Logan grinned, letting a little of the savage ecstasy show as he skated off to help the refs separate the three of them. (and if he snuck in a quick uppercut before he dragged Kase and Leo away, nobody had to know) 

Remus felt a sudden surge of love for his team as they followed him to the bench, making sure he was alright before they skated onto the ice, their anger honing into something sharper; fuel to win this game.

Remus smiled, heading over to the team medic to get himself checked out before cheering on his boys. 

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Needless to say, they won. Loops cheered, having been reassured that his head would be alright in a week or so. Fleury even came up after the game to check in on Remus, conspiratorially letting him know that this little ‘incident’ may well be the ammunition they needed to finally kick greyback off. They’d been trying for months, but this may well be the last straw. Remus grinned, congratulating him on a game well played and knocking their fists together before Fleury skated back to his own side. 

Remus went back to his own locker room, checking in on both Leo and Kasey, only stopping when the team collectively reminded him that he wasn’t the medic anymore, he was one of them, and that he should sit down and let them take care of him for a change. 

Remus chuckled, waving the words away as he tipped Leo’s head back to get a better look at his shoulder, gently probing the muscle with his fingers, a slight bruise already colouring his pale skin. 

“I’m going to kill him,” Logan growled, his fingers fluttering gently across the red-blue skin. 

“Oh, not without me you aren’t” Olli yelled, tugging his skates off. 

“Yeah! Ain’t nobody messing with our loops!” Timmy cheered, the sound muffled by the jersey he was tugging off his head. 

“Och, you guys need to calm down and celebrate a brilliant game,” Remus said, though his cheeks flushed slightly at all the attention. 

But even then he knew that he’d do the same for any of them, because after all,  he was a lion, and a Lion takes care of his pride. 

#tw: blood #tw:injury #tw: mild panic attack #lumosinlove #lumosinlove ocs #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #Leo knut #coops!!! #angst-ish

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✨ H.A.T.E ✨

Peter Pan Imagine

One 

Author: J. W

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay, @ casualcolorstarfish

Requested: Yes,  Hi, can I get one where Pan & the reader are in HS and they don’t really get along but Pan always trys ti seduce her. Pan and the lost boys have a costume party and the reader dresses up as a sexy maid and Pan takes her to go to his room and smut.,  Please make a second part to your Peter Pan fanfic! It's really good and the cliffhanger is killing me! Also, I wouldn't mind a smut, if you're comfortable with writing that.. :) *slides out backdoor*,  Part 2 of H.A.T.E PLZZZZZ!?!?!?!, When is the second part of H.A.T.E coming out? I love your writing :),  When are u planning to update H.A.T.E.? 👀👀

Warnings: SWEARING | smut | long | greaser!Pan | soc!reader | cliffhang

Summary: H.A.T.E = Having All These Emotions. Y/n brings up a simple memory, only for it to open old wounds. 

Note: SCHOOL IS ALMOST OVER! ONE MORE DAY! I REPEAT! UNO! AND 2000 FOLLOWERS !! :) :) :) :)

“Follow me.”

“What part of ‘avoiding him’ did you not understand-”

“Please, love.”

Now this caught her off guard. Him, Peter Pan, the ruthless greaser that didn’t ask nicely, and took what he wanted, was begging her? Oh, she was definitely about to use this against him later. But, for now.

“Fine.”

The two of them weaved through the crowd of horny, sweaty teenagers pretty easily. Nobody paying mind to who was who, thanks to the near pitch blackness of the area and the intoxication. Y/n, being grateful of this, sighed in relief once they’ve reached the couple steps into a hall; the last thing she wanted was to be seen following a greaser to a room. 

Going further down the hall, he stops in front of a door that Y/n assumed was his room (obviously). Opening it cautiously, Peter quickly pulls her inside, slamming it back and locking it right after. Raising an eyebrow at this, she coughs slightly. 

“Uh, you wanna tell me why you locked the door?” 

Without answer, Peter quickly grabs her by the wrist (rather roughly, mind you) and slams her back into the wooden surface. Wincing slightly, letting out a small squeak at the sudden chill down her back, Y/n stares up at him in shock. 

“What the hell is your-” 

Cutting her off was simple. With his lips crashing onto her in a heated embrace was enough to make her brain stop for only a moment. For once, she was speechless. Standing still was her panic mode, not moving her body nor her lips as Peter had her wrists held tightly in his hands, trapped against the door. Finally regaining consciousness, she doesn’t hesitate to knee him right where mother nature had blessed him. 

Grunting, he pulls his head away from hers, but not letting her wrists free. They both panted heavily, Y/n staring at him with a mixture of emotions, while his was scrunched in pain. Neither of them moved as he collected himself. Opening his eyes back up, Y/n could feel her throat run dry at the sight before her. They were no longer their warm, greenish tint. They looked dark, ferocious...hungry.  Shaking his head slightly, Peter let out the deepest chuckle she had ever heard, sending an instant heat wave down to the pit of her stomach and her knees to nearly give out. Whatever this feeling was, she hated it. 

“Shouldn’t have done that, princess.” He grins, “You’ll only make it rougher for yourself.” 

“Bite me.” She barks, not daring to show weakness. Slowly letting her wrists go, Peter places his hands on her hips, tugging her closer to where she was pressed up against him. Leaning in closely, he places soft kisses on the curve of her neck, almost earning a shiver from her. Almost. 

“Oh, darling. I plan on it~” 

Not missing a beat, Peter digs his teeth into what he pegged to be a sweet spot. He was correct. The small, but audible moan slipped passed her lips before she could even stop herself. Gripping onto his broad shoulders, Y/n tilts her head to the side to give more access as he has his way with her neck. Her pride was slowly being consumed by lust every passing second; the amount of sexual frustration they’ve built over the years was finally crashing down tonight. 

Peter lowers his hands to the back of her thighs, picking her up with slight struggle, still in pain from the kick just moments ago. Holding her up against the door for leverage, Y/n doesn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around his lean waist, one hand escalating to his brown locks, tugging every time he sucked a new hickey upon her skin. Soft sighs escaped her mouth, the slight taste of pleasure forcing her hips to have a mind of their own as Y/n started grinding up into his. Letting out a quiet moan of his own caught them both off guard, him pulling away from his assault on her neck to make eye contact once again. His lips now a shade of red drew Y/n’s attention easily, her eyes softening slightly. 

“You remember James’s party, back in sophomore year?” 

The question threw him off track for a moment, judging for the fact that they are pressed up against one another, so close to doing unspeakable things to each other. Deciding to humor her, he nods. 

“Barely, what of it?” 

“When we were playing seven minutes in heaven, you and I got picked together, remember that?”

“Yeah, I remember you punching me in the mouth after I kissed you, why?” He tilts his head in confusion and also irritation. He now has a boner, and here she was talking about memories??? 

“I never told you..that you were my first kiss that day. That’s why I punched you in the mouth and stormed off. I felt like you robbed me...” 

Peter’s eyes softened, his grip on her thighs as well. “Why didn’t you say anything before we were left alone?” 

“I didn’t know you were going to kiss me!” 

“What else do you do in seven minutes in heaven?!” He lets her drop to the floor, backing up slightly in aggravation. “If it was some soc guy, you would have had no problem sucking his face off!” 

“You’re right, I wouldn’t! You want to know why?” She glares, crossing her arms over her chest, popping her hip out. Oh, boy. 

“Oh, please, princess! Enlighten me, make my bloody night!” 

“Because that soc wouldn’t have pulled my skirt down in front of the whole freshman class!” 

“You’re still bitter about that? Let the shit go, it’s in the past, take a fucking joke!” He fumes, his blood boiling. “That was nearly three years ago! And don’t act like you’re miss innocent in this whole trash fire between us!” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“The sophomore varsity football game, behind the bleachers. You kissed me, running off right after. You left me to think you finally dropped your attitude with me, only to find out the next day that it was a fucking dare!” He towers over her, making her back up against the door once again, staring up at him. “A dare, Y/n! You how low do you have to be to do that to someone’s emotions? I wouldn’t even do that, because I’m not a monster!”

“You’re being over dramatic, it was just a silly dare. What did it matter to you?” 

He groans loudly, tugging at his hair. “Are you bloody stupid? For someone with a 4.0, you really are a bloody airhead! I love you, Y/n Ln, ever since I laid my eyes on you at orientation. I just had a horrible way of showing it, and that day after finding out you played me for a fool, I swore on my life that I hated your fucking guts. That the only way me and you could ever get along was to be at each other’s throats.”

“Stop it, you’re being ridiculous. It was just a kiss-”

“Do you honestly think that your first kiss was the only one robbed? After that night behind the bleachers, I thought that you would finally give me a chance, kissing you was probably the best thing about that night...after finding out that it was just for your amusement, I felt betrayed. Everything said about you socs was clear to me. You pick on those less fortunate, to make your rich asses have a laugh. And I hated you for it.” 

It was silent for a moment after his rant, once again leaving Y/n speechless. Had she really did that to him? There was no way, greasers weren’t known for feeling ‘betrayed’. It didn’t make sense...

“Peter...I..”

“Run out of smart things to say? Well, since I have your attention, shall I go on? You realize that all this hate, anger, and bitterness is all because I was immature that day? The day the first words you spoke to me was that you hated me, I didn’t even know you knew my name! But, it broke me, so my only option was to return the words to you...for years. I’ve been lying to you and myself all this time and I’m tired of it. I want it to end. So please...” 

He pleads softly, trapping her further into the door, while placing both hands on her cheeks, holding her. She could’ve sworn she say tears resting at the brim of his eyes, just waiting to fall, but she was too focused on the sudden change in the color. Dark, ferocious...hungry. Leaning in to her ear slowly, he purrs something that definitely brought back the erotic atmosphere.

“Shut your goddamn mouth for once in your life, and let me fuck you.” 

#peter #peter pan #peter pan smut #peter pan imagine #peter pan ouat #peter pan imagines #Robbie Kay #robbie #robbie kay imagines #robbie kay smut #robbie kay imagine #ouat #ouat peter pan #ouat imagine