comment_fic | Wednesday: The Letter H

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tigriswolf and today's theme is all about the letter H. Prompts can be words that start with the letter, something about the letter, etc.

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and the fandom's full name
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above-mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ author's choice, author's choice, how-to books
+ author's choice, author's choice, holy
+ Greek mythology, Hector, tamer of horses

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tag=The Letter H

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tigriswolf

author's choice, author's choice, how-to books

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tigriswolf

author's choice, author's choice, holy

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tigriswolf

Greek mythology, Hector, tamer of horses

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tigriswolf

Harry Potter series, Harry Potter, wanting to be "just Harry"

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tigriswolf

Highlander (tv), Methos + author's choice, history is the killing of kings

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cornerofmadness.livejournal.com

any, any, hate is so destructive

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cornerofmadness.livejournal.com

any, any, hero is a hard word to live up to

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cornerofmadness.livejournal.com

The Owl House, Luz Noceda + any, the heart that's where the magic lives

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cornerofmadness.livejournal.com

The Owl House, Hunter + any, Hunter has never had family, friends, love or even a birthday so his newfound friends want to give him what he's been missing

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killing-kurare.livejournal.com

Greek Mythologie, Hades(/Persephone), the smell of flowers (when she's gone)

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killing-kurare.livejournal.com

The Mummy, Imhotep/Anck-Su-Namun, Hidden

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killing-kurare.livejournal.com

Avatar the last Airbender, any/+any, humble

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

Hannibal, Hannibal/&Will, Happy Meal

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

Any, any/any, Hold me

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

Any, any, Happily Ever After

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

Any, any, Hearbeat

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bk_forever

Holding Buffy close as they kiss, Angel can feel her heartbeat, pounding out its rhythm against his chest, so acutely aware of it that it becomes the soundtrack to this interlude, interspersed by gasps and sighs. They’re supposed to be patrolling, and they have been, but this is what the whole evening has been leading up to. How could it be otherwise? It’s the same whenever they’re together, the most natural thing in both their worlds.

Angel doesn’t need to breathe, but still his sighs echo Buffy’s because they’re not about breathing, they’re about expressing pleasure, desire, passion, and he feels all of those things. He murmurs her name against her lips, pulls her even closer, feels the dizzying power of her heartbeat and wishes his own heart could respond. But it won’t, it can’t, it remains still in his chest. The walking dead don’t need a heartbeat any more than they need to breathe. While he can imitate breathing, he can’t imitate a beating heart.

When he was alive, so many years ago, he never paid much attention to his heartbeat; it was simply there. Then, after he was turned, as he rampaged across the globe, revelling in death and destruction, the only heartbeats that interested him were those of his victims, pounding out their terror until they faded to nothing in death. Now, though, he feels its absence keenly, is painfully aware of the lack, because it marks him out as what he is, something less than human, a creature more than a man.

Buffy doesn’t seem to notice, has never treated him as inferior due to what he lacks. She knows what he is, but still accepts him, treats him like a person, like a man, and he loves her all the more for that. She has the rare ability to look past all those little details that make him different and focus on the soul within.

Still, he wishes his heart could beat for her, because if it did… If it did, he wouldn’t be a vampire, one of the undead; he’d be human, alive, and able to give her everything she deserves. If his heart could beat, it would be pounding out a rhythm to match Buffy’s, a counterpoint to the music of her own. But he doesn’t dare hope for the chance to live again. That kind of miracle is more than he could ever deserve.

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bk_forever

Buffy’s heart is pounding so hard it makes her a little dizzy, or maybe that’s because of Angel, his arms around her, strong and sure, his lips against hers, tender but full of passion. His kisses take her breath away, making her gasp against his lips, and she wishes they could stay like this forever.

She pays no heed to Angel’s cooler than human skin and lips, or to his lack of breath. It doesn’t matter, because this is who he is, and she loves him anyway. She’s dimly aware that the only heartbeat is her own, but even that fades into insignificance when he holds her this way.

Part of loving someone is accepting them as they are; Buffy understands that. She loves him in spite of what he is, not because of it, and if he was human she’d love him just the same, if not more.

Sometimes she dreams of him coming to her by daylight, his skin warmed by the sun, his smile bright with wonder, their future together shining in his eyes. When she wakes, heart pounding, and realises it was just another dream, she aches from the loss of what might have been, but still those dreams make her cling even tighter to what she does have.

Angel is her everything; he makes her heart skip a beat every time she sees him, makes her pulse race whenever he looks at her, his eyes dark with passion and desire. He makes her want to melt in his embrace, lose herself in him completely, and someday she will because how can anything that feels so right be wrong?

He kisses her again and it’s like fire racing along her nerves. Her heart thunders in her ears, and just for an instant she thinks she hears an echo, the sound of another heart beating wildly, but it’s an illusion. The only heartbeat is her own, but that’s okay. Love isn’t measured out in heartbeats. It comes from the depth of the soul.

The End