#finn cole jealous

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INTRODUCING...

welcome to marina, ASHER WINSTON ( cis man, he/him ) ! they are a TWENTY-SEVEN year old WEREWOLF who resides in LOCKE ROW. They work as a/an MECHANIC AT JAVIER'S AUTO SHOP and are said to look a lot like FINN COLE. People around the island find them to be +DETERMINED and +INQUISITIVE, but also -JEALOUS and -DETACHED. what do you think?

CONTENT WARNING FOR DRUG ABUSE, PHYSICAL ABUSE, VIOLENCE, DRUGS, BLOOD

Full Name: Asher Samuel Winston

Age: 27

Date Of Birth: November 22nd, 1996

Zodiac: Scorpio

Species: Werewolf

Parents: Gale Winston and Eloise Bush (Deceased)

Siblings: Kade and Samuel Winston (Samuel is unknown at this time)

Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Mechanic at Javier's Auto Shop

Languages: English

Positive: Determined, Emotional, Inquisitive, Industrious

Negative: Jealous, Compulsive, Unforgiving, Detached

HISTORY;

Asher was the second son to two drug addicts who couldn’t get the devil to loosen their grips from them. His brother, Kade was twelve when he was born and took over that role of parent, taking care of him.

In the early years of Asher’s life, his relationship with his brother was close. He did everything he could to try to lighten the load on his brother but being as young as he was there was only so much he could do and whenever his father lost his temper, Kade was the one who got the most blows and their mother was the one that held Asher back.

When Asher was around the age of ten, Kade left the house and never returned. So, he did what he could to step up and take over the house. He cleaned, made sure the bills got paid, did his homework and made sure his parents made it through each day.

Of course, he knew he never would have gotten through all of it without his best friend who lived down the street, Maddison Campbell. She was the one solid ground he had in his life and he relayed on her more than he would ever admit.

At the age of sixteen was when things really changed for Asher. As he was walking home one day he was approached by a few guys who apparently knew his brother and his brother owed them money for the drugs he bought from them. One way or another they were going to get paid or send a message. 

The only thing Asher can remember from the encounter is the blood on his hands and the bodies on the ground in front of him. The person to clean him up was Maddison but the only thing he ever told her was that he got jumped by a few punks on his way home from school. 

Around this time, he met Isabella Marino, someone who would be able to guide him through the next change in his life and distract him from his actual feelings for another blonde that lived down the street.

On the next full moon was when Asher found out his family’s deadly secret. He shifted and it began his relationship with Isabella Marino who guided him through controlling his inner wolf.

A few months later, Maddison bounced out of town without a single word which created a lot of resentment within him. He broke things off with Isabella and distanced himself from everyone around him. 

He graduated from high school, started learning more about cars and decided that was going to be the distracted he desperately needed. It was a way of keep his calm and keeping the wolf within him contained.

#asher winston — intro. #supernatural — intro.

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Hey guys, I’m choosing to open up my requests again, so I’ve compiled some writing prompts y’all can choose from to send in with any wrestler of your choosing from the following list of wrestlers and prompts:

*Note: I can write for other people as well just feel free to ask me. Also, you don’t have to necessarily choose a prompt from this list, I can be anything really, a fanfic, a one shot, anything; don’t be afraid to ask!

Wrestlers I write for:

Adam Cole

AJ Styles

Angel

Big E

Boa

Buddy Matthews

Butch/Pete Dunne

Ciampa

Damian Priest

Drew McIntyre

EC3

Finn Bálor

Flash Morgan Webster

Humberto

Jey Uso

Jimmy Uso

Joaquin Wilde

Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose

Jordan Devlin

Keith Lee

Kenny Omega

Kofi Kingston

Malakai Black/Aleister Black

Mark Andrews

Mustafa Ali

Pac/Neville

Sammy Guevara

Samoa Joe

Seth Rollins

Shawn Spears/Tye Dillinger

Shinsuke Nakamura

Trent Seven

Tyler Bate

Xavier Woods

Writing prompt List:

Fluff:

1. You're jealous aren't you?" "I'm not jealous."

2. "Shhh, come back to bed."

3. "It's ok. I couldn't sleep anyway."

4. “You're adorable when you are sleepy."

5. “You're everything to me."

6. “You're not going to lose me.”

7. “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”

8. “I promised to love you forever.”

9. “Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.”

10. “Who said I ever stopped?”

Angst:

1. “How much of that did you hear?”

2. “Stop pushing everyone away.”

3. “It's better this way.”

4. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

5. “It wasn’t your fault.”

6. “Just talk to me please.”

7. “You’ll find your way back to me, I know you will.”

8. “Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”

9. “Because I know when I open my eyes this will all turn out to be a dream and I’ll lose you again.”

10. “Is it worth it? Risking everything just for a chance.”

Smut:

1. “I could’ve helped.”

2. “All you had to do was ask.” 

3. “Are you just going to stand there and watch, or are you going to come join in?”

4. “My tongue can do more than just talk, you know. Care to find out?”

5. “I love it when you touch yourself while thinking about me.”

6. “No one’s here. we can be as loud as we want.”

7. “You can be rough. I can take it.”

8. “If you called just to get off on my voice, I’m hanging up.”

9. “Say my name.”

10. “I will never get enough of you.” 

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“You Used To Love Me” Michael Gray Fan Fiction - Chapter 8

A/N: OKAY YOU GUYS.... NEW CHARACTER ALERT..... 

INTRODUCING: Charlie Hunnam - he fit the idea for this character perfectly so I decided to use his face and name for this new character x

Also lotsss of jealous Michael !!!!!!!!! I loved writing this chapter, it was so entertaining to bring in a new character and throw a spanner in the works. I hope you enjoy it xxx

“We’re going to a benefit event this weekend, for networking. They haven’t seen us show our faces for a long time, and I think it’s about time we do”

That’s what Tommy had announced yesterday at the meeting. Gina had clapped excitedly, exclaiming to Michael how she’d never been to an English ball before.

I, however, could not have been less enthusiastic. Up until now I have not had to deal much with Gina and Michael as a pair. Michael alone is already way to much for me to handle emotionally. Moments I’m around him are spent with a racing mind and heart as I try and figure out what he is thinking. And even in moments where we’re not around each other, my every thought is consumed by him. It has been two days since Michael and I shared that moment in the office, and I’m still recovering. I can still physically feel the pit in my stomach, and the way my stomach dropped when I saw the tears on Michael’s face. I replay it on a continuous loop. And the last thing he said to me has had me completely torn up in an internal battle. He had said he wanted this. And I can’t stop obsessing over whether the use of past tense means that this is not what Michael wants anymore. That he wanted Gina. He wanted to marry her. He wanted me to keep away from him. But maybe he isn’t so sure anymore?

But hey, it’s not like I’m ever going to ask him what the hell he is thinking. What he is doing. What happened. Does he regret it? I could never ask him. Because maybe Michael will never wake up to himself. And there is no way in hell I’m letting my heart get broken twice.  As for Michael, he has barely even looked at me since. Talk about whose avoiding who now. Michael is pretty much doing my job for me. Dipping out of every room quickly when I walk in. Looking at the floor or practically anywhere but at me when we have to be around each other.

Right now I’m stood here trying on 6 different dresses to wear to the races today, growing even more frustrated at how none of them are just right.

I haven’t dressed up in a long time. I was even slightly excited at the idea. But now I just feel defeated. I used to love putting on my best dress and watching Michael melt. The look on his face when he would see me. The way he would whisper to me, letting me know I wouldn’t have the dress on for much longer once we got home.

But no one is looking now.

Sighing, I settle on a floor length, yellow gown. I haven’t worn it yet. I slip into it, feeling out of place and worthless. Funny how everything looked better when it was under Michael’s gaze.

Now I’m just a girl in a yellow dress.

I rush through the rest of my makeup and hair, hurrying out of my apartment just in time for the car that the Shelby’s organised for me. The whole car ride I clutch my purse nervously. I can only imagine Gina will look stunning. And I will have to watch Michael look at her the way he used to look at me. As I see the event grow closer in the horizon, I want to hijack the vehicle and go home. Desperately. But at least Polly, Tommy and Arthur will be there. I can’t let them down. This is important for my job. I need to make moves and network with people.

That’s all I have to do. Just keep my head down and do my job.

I feel completely out of my body as I slide out of the car, expecting my legs to give way underneath me. I head up the steps to the entrance where they will ask for my name and who I’m with. Normally I would show up with Michael and no questions would be asked. We would get a respectful nod from the doorman and be let in without questions asked. I almost wish that I might just fall down the steps and straight into a black hole where I don’t have to go ahead with this. But now it’s too late. I’m greeted at the door by tall men who could do a lot of damage and a woman with a clipboard.

“Isabelle. I’m on the Shelby Limited table” I say abruptly, completely ignoring her warm welcome. I don’t mean to, but my mind is completely in a foggy haze. As she runs her finger down the paper to check I’m on list, I search the room full of people behind the security guards. No signs of Michael or Gina. Yet.

“Not a problem, go ahead ma’am” she nods as the security guards separate for me to walk through. I stare at the busy room ahead like a deer in headlights, composing myself before I set foot inside. Wearing my best fake smile I begin weaving my way through the crowd. I search desperately for the Shelby’s in every face I see with no luck. Knowing my fortune, I’ll probably run straight into Michael and Gina.

But maybe tonight the lucky stars are on my side. As I reach the top of the stair well that will lead into the heart of the party, I scan the room once more. This time, my eyes land on Tommy, Polly and Arthur. With a sigh of relief, I practically fly down the stairs. Not even caring if I trip and fall. I just need to get to my people. Where I feel safe. Tommy spots me, and soon after Polly and Arthur do too.

As I finally reach them I pull her into my arms for a much needed hug. I’m already on edge and I’ve only just arrived. Tonight is going to be fun… When we let go, she holds me out in front of her, looking me up and down.

“Good god girl” she exclaims, shaking her head.

“Do I look okay?”

“Are you fucking joking, you look stunning”

Her compliment steady’s my nerves a little, and before I know it Tommy is reaching out to me. I take his hand and he pulls me in, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek.

“You look beautiful Izzy” he coos, his eyes are warm and genuine “And don’t forget to breathe, eh” He chuckles as he notices my energy. I’m nervous wreck and just about anyone could tell. Right now I feel like a slight breeze could knock me off my feet.

I exhale slowly, nodding at him. No one calms me like Tommy can. He is always so strong. Calm. Steady. Sure of himself. And that rubs of on me every time.

He gives me a quick reassuring wink like he always does, as Arthur butts into the conversation.

“Fucking hell eh,” his rough voice booms as pulls me in for a hug like Arthur always does “Wait till Michael gets a load of this-“

Polly swats at him immediately, hitting his arm with her hang bag.

“Well we won’t have to wait long for that now will we-“ Tommy retorts in a hushed voice as his eyes lock on someone in the distance.

Simultaneously, we all look over our shoulders to see Michael and Gina headed our way. A giant pit begins to hollow out in my stomach immediately at the sight of them. They haven’t noticed us yet as they walk with their arms linked, laughing and talking with each other.

Almost as if it was perfect timing, a waiter greets us, offering glasses of wine. Without thinking I reaching for one, throwing it back faster than I probably should. I can feel Polly’s look of concern as she watches me skull the drink.

“Hello everyone” I hear Gina’s obnoxious accent greet us as her and Michael finally meet up with us.

Mustering up whatever small amount of liquid courage the wine gave me, I place my empty glass down on the table and turn to face them with tight lipped smile.

The second Gina’s eyes fall over me, she transforms from a smiling trophy wife to a stone cold statue. They lock onto me like lasers before raking up and down my body, the same way they did on the first day we met. When her eyes finally meet mine again, she looks absolutely livid. Fuming. I’ve seen that same look on her before.

Possessively, she tightens her grip on Michael’s arm. Michael. I hadn’t even dared to look at him yet. But just like always it doesn’t take long for our darting eyes to meet. When they do, I find that he looks speechless. Frozen. His lips are parted in what I can only assume is shock. As he stares at me, at my body, he looks… breathless. Which is probably exactly how I look right now. I feel wildly uncomfortable, my heart rate picking up it’s pace as he gazes at me without blinking.

Tommy, Arthur and Polly quickly begin talking to ease the tension. They begin complimenting Gina on how lovely she looks. She’s dressed in a tight, silver gown, with her signature fur shawl drapes over her shoulders.

“It’s vintage” Gina smiles proudly, before turning her attention back to Michael. But the smile from her ego being stroked is quickly slapped of her face when she she’s how Michael is staring at me. Her head snaps towards him, looking completely offended that he’s even looking at me. She stares at her husband in bewilderment, but then her head rotates towards me. She clears her throat, which startles Michael. His eyes quickly dart away from my body, his neck growing red under his collar.

“Yellow…” Gina begins raising her eyebrows at me “How sweet, you look… bright”

She knows exactly what she’s doing. Her voice is so condescending its basically dripping with it. And her sweet smile is anything but sweet. It’s vicious. Forced. Tight lipped.

I want to bite back. I want to tell her how much that fur shawl she thinks makes her look expensive actually just looks like something she killed and skinned herself.

But I don’t. This woman has taken everything from me. I won’t let her take my pride. My dignity.

I take slow, calming deep breath before responding to her attempt at offending me with a cool smile. Underneath my skin she might have me boiling with rage. But I would never show her that.

“You look stunning Gina”

Her brows furrow ever so slightly as she fights to control the shock on her face. I caught her off guard. She expected me to strike back. To make a fool of myself. But I won’t let her have that satisfaction.

Then without quite knowing why, I turn to Michael, who looks like he’s about to have a heart attack when I lock my eyes onto his. I can see his stomach doing back flips as he waits in anticipation for what I’m about to say.

“And you have a beautiful wife, you must be so lucky”

And with one last smile, I excuse myself from the group and walk away. I try to walk with a strong stride, as if I’m sure of where I’m going. But I’m not. I’m just walking in any direction that will take me away from them, weaving through strangers as the adrenaline leaves my body. I’m not trying to leave, but I need to catch my breath for a second.

I need fresh air… and another drink.

Somehow, I manage to find my way to a back court yard, full off people smoking to relieve their stress. I’m not a smoker, but it’s still fresh air. And hell, at least I’m not the only one trying to escape the party. I don’t know why they bother coming out here, people are lighting up cigarettes inside anyway.

I find an empty chair to sit in, and I’m relieved to be able to stop for a second and gather myself. I can’t believe Gina. That woman is vile. Vicious. Poisonous. A snake dressed up in vintage dresses. Michael staring at me like he’s just seen a ghost.

My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a mans voice, asking if he can take a seat. I look up in the direction of the voice and find myself stunned. He is tall, much taller than me even though I’m sitting I can still see that he towers over me. He greets my shock with a warm smile. He seem’s nice enough.

“Uh, yes, of course” I quickly reply, realising I’m just staring like a someone who doesn’t know how to act in social situations.

“Sorry, for frightening you” he smiles sheepishly as he takes a seat. God, am I that easy to read.

“No, it’s fine, honestly, I was just thinking” I shake my head

“Thinking is good” he smirks, then extends a slender hand towards me “I’m Charlie”

“Isabelle” I introduce myself, feeling oddly comfortable around this man. I take his hand in mine and shake it gently.

“I’ll let you continue thinking?” He asks, suddenly looking guilty for interrupting my solitude.

“No please,” I shake my head, urging him to continue talking “That’s the last thing I want to be doing”

“Noted” he grins back “What brings you here, Isabelle”

“To this court yard or to this ball?” I tease, surprised at my own playfulness.

“Let’s start with the ball first then”

“To the ball… Work”

“And to this luxurious court yard?” He jokes, gesturing to our slightly run down surroundings.

I pause for a moment. What do I say? That I just ran away from my ex partner and his new wife? That I’m hiding from them to avoid the suffocating tension between us? Because I think he still loves me but he won’t just admit it?

“The fresh air” I retort sarcastically.

He watches me closely, the glint of a smile in his eyes as the corners of his mouth curl up. He nods, accepting that he’s not going to get anymore out of me than that. But I feel bad. Normally I’m an open book. I love people. But my situation with Michael is far to complex even me to understand, let alone explain to a stranger. Feeling guilty for not giving him much of a decent conversation, I turn to face him directly.

“What about you, Charlie?”

He hums, looking up as he thinks “To the court yard or the ball?”

I can’t help but grin at his quick wit, as he gives me a dose of my own medicine. But clearly only jokingly teasing me, he continues to answer my question.

“Here to support my brother, he runs one of the charities being honoured tonight”

I smile. This man. Charlie. He is sweet.

“To the court yard, however, I have also come to get fresh air. These kinds of events aren’t really my thing”

“You and me both” I nod “Not that we’re getting much fresh air anyway”

He laughs softly, nodding along with me in agreement.

“Do you drink, Isabelle?” He questions

“Only on days that end with Y” I smirk, answering his question.

He beams back at me, seeming almost like he’s not used to this.

“You know I’m thinking a drink at the bar might do us better than this lovely fresh air”

I cock my head to the side, watching him closely. I don’t know this man. Not well, anyway. This isn’t the type of networking I was planning on doing. But when was the last time I did something for me? Michael does. Michael puts his needs first every day. And the longer I look at this man, the longer I realise how absolutely stunning he is. And yeah, maybe I want to have a goddamn drink with him. I stand up from my chair and he quickly follows my lead with a grin. Without a word, he extends his arm to me and I take it, defying every part of me that feels weird hiding any mans arm that isn’t Michael’s. I’m doing this for me.

What ensues is a half hour of drinking at the bar, where we learn more about each other. Every time he opens his mouth I’m taken aback by how funny, intelligent and sweet this man is. He meets every joke of mine with an even better one. His quick wit keeping up with mine like it’s nothing. He says the right thing. The nice thing. The funny thing. His laugh is divine, and I begin to notice his deeply set smile lines and subtle dimples. Everything about Charlie is new. Exciting. I’ve been so fixated, so used to Michael for so long that I find myself in awe of the man in front of me.

I almost forget we are even at an event until a voice booms into the air over a loud and screeching microphone. The voice asks us all to returns to our seats for dinner, before the event properly begins.

“What table are you at?”

“I’m not sure, actually” I reply as I quickly realise I’m not sure where the Shelby’s are seated. Suddenly I see Polly’s face appear in the crowd. She hasn’t spotted me yet, but I can tell she is looking for me. Shit. Panic sets in. I know Polly wouldn’t be mad at me for having drinks with another man. In fact I’m sure she’d encourage it. But I’m not ready. I’m not ready to have her see me with another man. Very quickly, I begin to feel horrible about this. Maybe I shouldn’t be getting drinks with another man. God what am I doing?

“You alright?” I hear Charlie ask and I look back at him nervously.

“Uh, yeah I, I just think I need to-“ my sentence is interrupted by panic as Polly is getting closer and closer.

“It’s alright, you should get back” He reassures me. I look up at him with furrowed brows and nods in understanding, but his smile looks sad. God I feel terrible. But I can’t stay.

“I’m sorry” I apologise in a rush as I hurry away from him, desperate to get back to the table without being seen by Polly.

To my relief, I manage to stalk my way around the crowd and avoid Polly. But once I feel like I breathe a sigh of relief, I’m smacked in the face with another wave of panic. Now I have to sit with Gina and Michael at dinner. I hurry up to our table once I spot it, and slide into my seat so quickly only Tommy notices me sit down. Noticing I’m out of breath he furrows his brows at me.

“Did you run here or something?” he laughs nudging me playfully with his shoulder. I scoff. I practically did, yeah.

“Oh, there you are!” Polly’s voice exclaims suddenly, drawing attention to me. Gina and Michael’s heads both shoot over my way, and it doesn’t take long to get served a disgusted look from Gina. But right now Gina and her bitch face is on the bottom of my worry list. I’m just relieved that I made it back to the table without Polly seeing me with Charlie. Oh god. I cringe remembering how I left him in the lurch at the bar. I all but ran away from the guy while he was half way through a sentence.

Suddenly waiters start appearing from the kitchen doors, serving the dinner to all the guests. Desperate to have something to distract me, I busy myself with the food and try to centre myself again. I let the chatter of the party fall into the background as I zone out, my mind travelling back to Charlie. I made a complete fool of myself. He was perfectly nice. More than nice. He was completely charming. Why did I just run away from him like that. At one point, I happen to catch eyes with Michael, who seems to already be looking at me. His eyes dart away from me quickly trying to pretend like I didn’t catch him looking. But I don’t even bother entertaining him for that right now. This awkward staring game he is playing is getting very old, very fast.

Does he expect me to read his goddamn mind?

Before I know it, dinner is over, and the afternoons festivities begin. The host drones on for many long, painful minutes, most of the time bragging about their generosity towards the charities here tonight. I try not to laugh. Doesn’t the boasting kind of defeat the purpose of the philanthropy? As he finally wraps up his self centred speech I assumed that might all just go back to mingling and forcing small talk with all these strangers, but no. As the band begins to play music once more, the host announces that the ball room floor has opened.

Gina exclaims excitedly at Michael as couples all over the room begin to stand and make their way to the dance floor in the middle of the room.

You’ve got to be kidding me. I look up at the ceiling and to the heavens above. Someone up there really has it out for me.

I watch as Michael forces a smile at Gina as she tugs on his coat, begging him to dance.

“Dance with me baby?” She pouts, sounding like a whining child. I bite the inside of my lip, trying not to scoff out loud. Michael hates being called baby. When we were together, he used to love the way I called him ‘my love’. He had insisted that he could never imagine being called by any other name. Joking that he would change his name legally so I couldn’t call him anything but ‘my love’.

Reluctantly, he places his napkin on the table and helps Gina up out of her chair.

“Excuse us, I have to dance with my husband” she says to the table as she hangs of Michael’s arm, but I know she’s directing that comment directly at me. Everyone nods, excusing them from the table. I try to wipe the look of hurt, jealousy and anger of my face as I watch them join the rest of the dancing couples.

“Thought you might need this” Arthur’s voice says in my ear as he sits down next to me, sliding a glass of wine in my direction.

“What would make you think that?” I reply sarcastically, but give him a grateful smile. For the next few songs I watch them pensively over the top of the rim of my glass. Gina is beaming up at Michael. Clutching onto him possessively every time another woman gets to close. Michael doesn’t look totally miserable either. He even looks like he’s enjoying himself for a few fleeting moments. Of course he is. He’s married. His wife is beautiful. She adores him. What more could he want, right?

After the 3rd song finishes they leave the dance floor and begin to return to the table. I force my eyes down to the ground, to make out like I haven’t just been staring at them for the past 15 minutes.

They only just reach the table, taking their seats, when a males voice says my name from beside us.

In shock at hearing my name, I look up in its direction. My eyes meet with a pair of familiar blue eyes and a gentle smile.

Charlie.

“Would you like to dance with me?” He proposes, extending his arm to me. When he see’s my hesitance he gives me a deep, knowing look. Like he’s been watching this all unfold and he has come to whisk me away. To save me. I should feel embarrassed. Awkward. Another man offering to dance with me when Michael is right there should feel weird. But instead I just feel… butterflies. The good kind. I want to let myself do this. Why not. I don’t have anyone to be loyal to. I have been loyal to Michael since day one. He hasn’t returned that. I don’t owe him a goddamn thing.

Without a word I take his hand, rising from my seat. His face lights up, and he gives me a smile that looks… proud. He squeezes my hand once, before linking my arm with his.

“Thank you” he nods at the Shelby’s respectfully with a small bow “I’ll have her back soon”

I glance over at all their faces as we walk away. Tommy and Arthur watch on like protective brothers, and Polly has a proud smile on her face. She loves her son, but I know she’s thinking how much he deserves to have this rubbed in his face. Speaking of Michael, the look on his face is priceless. He looks hot and angry, his face distorted and twisted half between fury and… hurt.

But I don’t have much time to look at Michael, not while Charlie is leading me through the dance floor until we find a clear spot to stand. He smirks as we face each other. He places one large, slender hand on my waist while the other interlocks with mine. I take a deep breath to steady myself. Another mans touch is so unfamiliar to me. He watches me carefully, reading me like a book. Sensing my nerves, he very slowly and gently pulls me closer to him. Not to fast. But not to slow. How the hell does he know how to do the right thing every time?

Feeling how calm and steady he is has the same effect on me, and I feel my rushing mind and racing heart begin to slow.

“Hi again” he coos softly, smiling down at me.

“Hi” I reply, unable to help the grin that is growing wider and wider on my own face. I follow his lead as we begin to sway along to the slow jazz music that is playing in the background. I frown slightly, still feeling guilty about leaving him.

“I’m so sorry about before” I apologise looking up at him sheepishly.

“Don’t be” He shakes his head, dismissing my concern “Just don’t run off from me while we’re in the middle of the dance floor yea, might not recover from that one” he teases. We both chuckle.

“I’m not going anywhere” I assure him

“That’s fine by me” he bites his lip as we find ourselves getting even closer to one another until we’re pressed right up against one another. As we share a moment just gazing at one another, I can’t help but wonder he came just at the right time. Who the hell sent this man?

Suddenly turns us around in a circle, holding me tight as we spin. Catching me off guard, he lowers me down into a dip. His strong hand supports my back, and my head falls back as I laugh gleefully. When he brings me back up, our faces are so close that our noses are touching. I half expect him to kiss me, to take advantage of this moment. But he doesn’t. He remains a perfect gentleman. I’m completely caught up in him, caught up in our own little bubble when it is burst by the sight of Michael over Charlie’s shoulder.

He is standing with the Shelby’s and Gina, as they’re mingling and chatting with another family. But he’s not paying attention to them. He is glaring at Charlie and I over the top of his drink. He throws it back angrily, before all but slamming it down on the table. I can see his chest rising and falling heavily from here. Michael isn’t even trying to hide his jealously. I can’t believe the audacity of Michael. It’s almost laughable.

“You good?” Charlie asks with concern, noticing that I’m distracted. He also notices Michael as he looks between us. I think for a moment, and funnily enough, I am good. I’m good. Right now, with Charlie, I feel untouchable.

“I’m wonderful” I nod and he smiles with relief.

“Yeah,” he breathes “You are”

As the next song picks up in pace, he dances me around the floor. He spins me, twirling me around, but catches me again every time. We laugh with each other, enjoying getting completely wrapped up in the moment. I completely forget about Michael. In fact, I completely forget anyone else is even in the room until the final song comes to an end.

We linger for a moment, still enamoured with each other while most people begin to leave the dance floor. I feel almost high of the chemistry between us. The host announces that the final song also marks the ending of the evening. He is the first to break our bubble as he begins to let go of me slowly, his hand lingering on my waist before he finally lets go.

“Alright, I think I’ve stolen you for long enough” he chuckles, breaking the tension between us “You can run now if you like”

“I might be to out of breath for that” I retort with a laugh “Where did you learn to dance like that?”

“I was just saving my best moves for you”

“Thank you, for…” I begin, but I can’t finish my sentence. Thank you for the dance, yes. But how do I thank him for saving my from a night of torture at the table with Michael and Gina.

“Trust me, the pleasure has been all mine”

“I haven’t had that much fun in a long time”

“Well that makes two of us”

Theres a long, long moment between us. I may not have done this in a while but I still know what happens next. That’s when my nerves begin to return slowly but surely. Can I do this? He is wonderful. Everything about him is wonderful. And the chemistry is palpable. But am I ready for this?

Sensing that I’m uncomfortable, he bows slightly. “I’ll let you get back. It’s been lovely meeting you, Isabelle” he smiles down at me.

I watch as he turns, almost about to walk away when something comes over me. I quickly reach for his coat pulling him back to me.

“Wait,” I say desperately as he steps closer to me “Come home with me”

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Kyle O'Reilly with Finn Balor Staring Each Other

Officially jealous now

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a/n: demanded! to me by my favourite internet friend. no, but seriously, i loved writing this even more than the first part, it was interesting to get in michael’s head. i hope you like it , maybe i could continue this? also this has been in my drafts since the very first day cause i just kept writing :D

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“But,” you whisper, unable to pull yourself from the spot you were frozen to, “you’re married.”

Without missing beat, Michael breathes out, “That’s a fixable mistake.”

“Michael,” you say, unsure of how to act, “I…”

You step away, head spinning from the interaction. When you looked up to face him again, he had disappeared back into his office, almost in a puff of smoke.

Oh god.

You had to leave. Frantically, you dash back towards your desk, trying to grab your purse before realising that your hat and coat were hung up on the cloak hanger in Michael’s office — how convenient. You shake your head and decide to head towards the stairs without them. You’d bared the cold before and could do it again for one journey home.

You practically skip down the stairs, missing a few on your way down. You walk into the main office and Lizzie calls over to you, “You alright, need anything, love?”

Cursing under your breath, you spin on your heels and say the first thing that comes to mind, “Hey, have you seen Finn? He said he was going to help me move my desk about upstairs and he hasn’t come back.”

Lizzie frowns, “I’m sure he went out earlier, hasn’t he come back?” she sighs, walking over to her desk to check a few things once she realises you’re not leaving and mutters, “I swear I’ll give him an earful for leaving you like that.”

Your face heats up, “Oh no,” you say, worriedly, “you don’t need to do that. I was just hoping that he’d do it sooner rather than later. He did say he was going to get Isaiah…” Lizzie looks up from her pile of work, “I just forgot to ask how long he would be, that’s all.”

She smiles, “I see,” she says suggestively, “you’re waiting for him to come back so you two can, you know… do what two people do best.”

Paling at the suggestion (at work!) you sputter, “Oh I wouldn’t —”

“Don’t worry,” she’s got a cheeky smile on by this stage, “I know I would, given the chance,” she leans closer to you and holds up one hand before whispering, “you know, sometimes me and Tommy get caught up in the heat of the moment too.”

You laugh uncomfortably and tighten your grip on your purse until your knuckles go white from trying not to give off that you are incredibly distressed with the way the conversation was headed.

“When the moment strikes,” you awkwardly say, not sure what else to say.

“Correct,” Lizzie returns to her work, “anyway, I’m sure he’ll be here soon. We can go out for lunch, later, if you would like that? Girl power an’ all.”

Grateful for the change in subject you sigh, “That actually sounds amazing, maybe you could give me some tips for keeping everything organised?”

“Whatever you want to talk about, love,” she glances up at the clock, “come back down in an hour and we’ll go then. If Michael asks where you’re going just tell him that Tommy said it’s okay.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later,” you say and head back upstairs.

You hadn’t even thought about facing Michael again but the reassurance of going out with Lizzie later on made you feel better about yourself — you could only hope that Michael wouldn’t instigate anything else.

After walking past Michael’s, now closed, door, you put your purse under the desk and sit down. There was a noticeably large pile of files that you assumed Michael had put there when you had gone downstairs. You felt stupid for running like that; you needed this job for the money and Finn had begged Tommy for it for you and you couldn’t give that up in a heart beat. As long as Michael stayed away, you could endure your work days.

You sat up, determined to do as much work to keep out of Michael’s way as possible and began skimming through the files.

Some were related to money, others were related to the betting shop, not many though. Most of the legal stuff came this way so only a few things concerning the betting shop would come through, you figured, it was mostly affiliations and shares, somehow. Based upon how little there was you assumed that there was more to come.

The easiest way for you to file these would be chronologically, for now, seeing as Michael hadn’t specified how he wanted it organised — plus a lot of it was a couple of years old, you figured it was some of the stuff that Michael had been doing before he went away and began filing.

Halfway through the stack, you heard Michael’s door open, “Oh, you’re back. I thought you wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.”

Turning to face him, you ignore the shock on his face and ask, “How do you want these filed? I can do it chronologically but it’ll be hard if you want to refer back to it if you can’t remember exact dates.”

Michael looks at you, waiting for you to meet his eyes; when you finally do, he says, “however you think is best.”

You nod and continue to file them chronologically. Until it isn’t effective, you’ll change them around; it’ll give you something to do where you can avoid him.

“Why don’t you come —”

“No thank you.”

Michael chuckles, “You didn’t even hear what I was going to say.”

You stayed silent, stood with the file in your hands.

Realising that you weren’t going to give up so easy, he says, “I was going to ask if you wanted to see what I was working on.”

You debate in your head with what to say, you settle on seeing whether or not it’s important, “Will it help me understand some of my work here?”

Michael replies, “Yes,” and turns, he has a wide smile on his face, he probably thought that you hadn’t seen it as he had turned away but you caught a glimpse of it.

You place the file on top of the cabinet and walk towards Michael’s office, wondering what he might show you. You’re wary of the fact that half an hour ago you had tried to walk out of the building and away from him.

Stepping into his office, you notice the change in the aura. Not only was it warmer in here, but somehow Michael had managed to make it seem different; you weren’t sure how, though.

Standing in the corner, Michael is watching you as you’re taking in the room, he gestured towards his much more comfier looking desk chair and said, “take a seat. It’ll help in a moment.”

Carefully, you perch yourself on his chair, wary of him standing behind you.

Your ears perk at the sound of Michael shuffling a few things about in the background, you daren’t turn around to see what he was doing. Just as you’re about to stand from the chair, Michael places a hand on the desk and his other on the back of the chair, leaning down to your ear level, he whispers, “You see out the door?”

“Yes,” you whisper back, suddenly aware of the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.

“I can see you sitting at your desk currently, but if you were to move it right in the middle, I wouldn’t be able to.”

Your throat suddenly dries, you say, “It’ll help me reach everything with ease.”

Somehow, he manages to lean even closer to you, his breath tickling your neck, “But I won’t be able to see you,” he lifts his hand from the back of the chair and tucks your hair behind your ear, “you’re beautiful to watch when at work.”

It’s at this point that you notice that your muscles have stopped working correctly and the shiver down your spine somehow rendered you motionless, shocked by Michael's works, despite his wife, he has a clear attraction to you. You weren’t sure whether to be freaked out or flattered.

“But,” you manage to choke out, “It’ll be more efficient if my desk is over there.”

Just at that moment, you hear someone coming up the stairs, before they call out, “Did you still want your desk movin’ or —”

You look up at Michael, asking to call out to Finn with just a look. His hand snakes around your mouth and you squeeze your eyes shut, praying that Finn doesn’t find you like this; you’d hate for him to think something was happening.

“She went out to fetch something for me,” Michael calls, standing up from where he was positioned before.

“Well, I’m not sure I can move the desk by myself; I couldn’t find Isaiah.”

“Don’t worry then, Finn.”

“Sure?” His footsteps move closer to the door and Michael moves to the door, to intercept Fin before he reaches you.

“I’m sure,” Michael says, you can hear the tight smile in the way he’s straining his voice, especially now that he’s further away.

You put your hand over your mouth, trying to make yourself as silent as possible.

“Alright, I’ll, uh, go then.”

“See you later.”

And with that, Michael had gotten rid of Finn.

He waits a few seconds, his shadow reaches for his face and rubs it with his hand, “Fuck,” you hear him mumble before he strolls back into his office, where you sat, patiently waiting for him.

“Good girl,” he says.

Your eyes widen at his comment, mortified at yourself and suddenly yearning for the comfort of Finn being there.

You stare at him, pleading for him to explain himself, instead, he walks around the room, your eyes follow him, waiting for his response.

“I’ll move the desk.”

You stay silent for a moment before opening your mouth, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I’ll move the desk,” he simply says and lets you leave.

After that he lets you go back to work. The rest of the day passes without another interruption from Michael apart from the filing he kept giving to you but that was work so you didn’t oppose it. You went down to fetch Lizzie for lunch, a few minutes late, and she says, “Oh, I thought you’d gone out to fetch something for Michael.”

You silently nod, “I did, I slipped past you when you were, uh, working.”

The lie slipped out of your mouth without a bat of an eye and somehow, it worked. 

Lizzie’s face reddened, “Oh, well,” she begins, quickly grabbing her purse, “when the moment strikes, am I right?”

You hadn’t even considered that possibility, and yet, the universe was working in your favour — or maybe it was in Michael’s favour. You weren’t too sure yet; it was too soon to tell.

“Shall we?” Lizzie stands from her desk and walks over to you, slipping her arm through yours and walking out of the building, “does Michael know where you’re going?”

You shake your head, nonchalantly, “No but I’ve done most of the work he’s given me today. I’ll explain when I get back anyway, he can’t deny me a meal, can he?

”You say the last bit in a tone that suggests you weren’t actually sure if he could or not but Lizzie doesn’t pick up on it and laughs at you, “You’re catching on far too quickly; this is perfect.”

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[lumosinlove]

Vaincre

cw: mention of past injury, mention of symptoms of panic

~

January

No longer does it matter what circumstances we were born in

She knows which birds are singin'

And the names of the trees where they're performin' in the mornin

And in January we're gettin' married

Come January let's get married

~

“I was jealous,” Logan said into the dim bedroom.

Finn was rubbing a slow palm up and down Logan’s bare torso, relaxing Logan into the pillows. He leaned down to press a kiss to Logan’s chest, his shoulders, every now and then, but now he had his head resting on his palm, abs on display with the way he was posed on his side, and he seemed to be content to just watch Logan think and come down from the afterglow of sex. Logan let himself relax back into the pillows under his gaze.

Leo appeared back through the bathroom door and stretched out on Logan’s other side on his back, ankles popping as he flexed them.

“Of?” Finn prompted, laughing a little. “Look, I know you’d kill to have my red hair, I know that, Logan, but honestly, there’s no need to be jealous.”

Logan smiled, taking Finn’s hand in his where it was beginning to dig into his side, making him squirm. He wrapped their fingers together.

“No, seriously,” Leo rolled closer, and Logan tangled their legs. “What?”

“Cap and Loops,” Logan sighed. “In the locker room. The other day. I was jealous.”

Finn and Leo shared a look across him that he couldn’t quite decipher. It was one he’d seen before, though. It wasn’t a secret to Logan that they were a little farther along on the ready scale than he was. Logan wasn’t surprised by Leo, but he wished he knew how Finn had gotten there. Logan knew they didn’t think he was ashamed. It wasn’t about shame. It was about splaying your life out for the world to look at. Logan was just getting comfortable looking at it himself. Sure, he was used to waking up and kissing them good morning—it didn’t mean it didn’t throw him each time, the fact that he got this. This blissful life of his. Truthfully, he didn’t know how he’d feel if a reporter suddenly started asking him about it. He liked how happy Sirius looked when Remus leaned down for a kiss anywhere he wanted. He didn’t like watching Sirius dodge questions about it. It made his stomach knot.

“Okay,” Finn said hesitantly, but his palm was still warm as ever against Logan’s chest. “What’s that mean, baby?”

Logan bit the inside of his lip. “C’est pas.”

“No, not I don’t know,” Finn said with a slight smack to Logan’s chest. “Lo.”

“Just what I said,” Logan huffed, tangling his fingers in Leo’s hair. “I don’t know, I…Cole knows now, but I…I don’t know.”

“Are you thinking about…you mean you’re thinking about us coming out?” Leo asked softly. It wasn’t matter-of-fact, it was more gentle than that, but it wasn’t Finn’s quiet, hesitant eyes, either. Finn didn’t believe him yet, and Logan didn’t blame him. He stroked a hand down Finn’s cheek to remind them both that things were different now, and then held out an arm for Leo to settle down against his shoulder. Finn did the same with a last searching look, and then Logan was left staring at the ceiling. He was thankful. They were giving him an unwatched second to parse out his own thoughts.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t see it. It was that it was all he could see. He’d been thinking about grabbing Finn’s hand on the street since he was seventeen. He’d wanted to kiss chocolate off of the corner of Leo’s mouth in their favorite corner booth at the restaurant down the street since they’d found it. And this summer had been a taste, in quiet seaside towns where no one knew who they were. Just a taste, and Logan yearned.

“I’m…thinking. I’m thinking,” Logan settled on. “D’accord?”

“D’accord,” Leo said, not pushing, and propped himself up on an elbow. “Want to go to The Sunstone for dinner? I’m kind of craving their chocolate cake.”

Logan just smiled and leaned up to kiss the corner of Leo’s mouth. “Ouais, sounds good.”

~

And welcome back to the Gryffindor Lions pre-game. We’ve got some great news for the fans. This year’s votes are in and it looks like we have, not one, but TWO repeats for this year’s NHL All-Star game. Logan Tremblay and Sirius Black have been voted this year’s All-Stars for the Gryffindor Lions. The competitions will be held in February, in New York, New York, that’s right, the big apple, at the world’s most famous arena, Madison Square Garden. Congratulations to Sirius and Logan, and now we go to Vegas where the Lions will take on the Golden Knights.

~

Remus breathed in the dry air of the place as he walked from the bus to the rink. He felt unsteady from a bad night’s sleep at the hotel last night. The sheets had been rough and cold, and he’d practically clung to Sirius’ warm body heat.

He focused on Sirius’ broad shoulders just ahead of him as the cameras got them getting off the bus. His suit felt too tight and he took a sip of his coffee, just for something to do. It was cold.

He wanted to score in this game. More than anything.

The visitor’s locker room was nice. Remus even watched Sirius walk appreciatively around the kitchenette in the lounge, smiling at Lars when he shoved a jar of his favorite peanut butter into his hands.

“At least their staff is nice,” Finn said, picking up a ping pong paddle and bouncing the airy ball on it a few times before whipping it to hit Logan in the back of the head.

“Agh,” Logan turned, hand on his neck. “Harzy.”

Finn just laughed. “Agh? Since when do you make that sound?”

Leo exaggeratedly patted the sore spot better. Logan just grumbled nonsensically as they made their way back to the locker room to get dressed.

“How do I look, gentlemen?” Thomas all but crowed the words, sauntering around with his two un-booted feet and not much else but his diamond earrings he had yet to take out for the game.

“Are you going to do this every time you walk into a room?” Kasey asked.

“Yes,” Thomas said.

“It’s been, what, twelve times now?” Pascal added.

“Yes,” Remus said, and Cole laughed from a few stalls over.

“I’m a new man, Winter, what can I say? I can run a mile. I can crush golden knights with my fists.”

“Down boy,” Finn patted Thomas’ shoulder as he walked passed for his usual quick run around the back rooms of the arena. Leo trailed after him in his tight under armor, already jogging lightly.

Remus caught Logan’s eye, who jerked his head towards the gym. Remus nodded that he’d meet him there and bent down to tie his sneakers and pull his hat backwards over his hair.

“See you in a bit,” Remus said, and kissed Sirius’ cheek.

“I have a question,” Logan asked once they were swinging their legs over two of the stationary bikes.

“If you’re going to ask if I’m okay,” Remus paused as he turned up the resistance on his, starting slow. “I may lose my mind.”

“Non,” Logan half smiled. He kept his head down, but Remus watched him in the wall mirror a little ways in front of them. Logan licked his lips nervously. “Non, not that. Are you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Your question?” Remus said. He sat up and away from the handlebars, letting his thighs begin to burn a little. It felt good, like he was actually here—actually ready for this.

It took Logan another long moment to say anything. He just pedaled, harder than Remus, like he was building up the nerve. Finally, he slowed, a flush beginning on his cheeks. He pushed himself up to sit as Remus did, feet working slowly.

“If you had had a choice,” Logan said softly. Remus watched his eyes search the mirror, checking the room behind them to make sure they were alone. “Would you and Sirius be public right now?”

Remus didn’t let his legs stutter. He just kept pedaling and tried not to watch Logan too closely.

“Sorry,” Logan said after another moment. “You’re probably not…sais pas,” Logan sighed, taking his hat off and pushing his hair back before replacing it again. “I just…”

“No, it’s not that,” Remus said. He thought of the way he had been catching Logan’s eye recently. “I mean, I’m a little surprised, but…I guess it’s just that I don’t know.”

Logan nodded. “That’s fine, Loops. I just was…asking.”

“Well,” Remus tilted his head, thinking. “Honestly, I…I guess what I really mean is that I’m not sure I would have ever asked Sirius about it. For us, I mean. I would never have wanted him to feel pressured. But,” Remus smiled a little. “I actually, now that I’m thinking about it…I think maybe he would have asked me.”

“Yeah?” Logan nodded.

“Maybe, yeah,” Remus said, glancing at Logan’s ducked face out of the corner of his eye. “But that doesn’t mean anything.”

Logan’s eyes snapped to him. “Quoi? Why not, it’s what I asked.”

Remus arched an eyebrow. “That’s really what you’re asking?”

A corner of Logan’s mouth quirked up. “Loops.”

“Yes, that’s right, I am perceptive,” Remus laughed. “If you want to yell about it so bad, get in line behind Talkie.”

“I have enough of perceptive at home with Leo, thanks,” Logan laughed, then ducked down again. “But, non. I guess that wasn’t what I…Merde, this isn’t really a pre-game,” Logan looked behind them this time. “Visitor’s gym talk.”

“We do see each other every day, you know.”

Logan smiled, shaking his head. “Shush.” He sighed, pulling his arms back behind him, stretching his chest out. “Sorry. You’ve got…what does Finn say…bigger fish to fry.”

Remus sighed. “Believe me. I’ve been frying this fish for way too long. It’s gotta be ashes by now.” He offered Logan a tentative smile. “Or at least I want it to be.”

They walked back together after stretching, bumping into Finn and Leo in the hallway, their cheeks flushed. Remus didn’t miss the way Finn slapped Logan on the back before taking his hand back. He didn’t miss the way Logan caught his hand, playfully, turning it into a mock-wrestle. Finn’s laugh was delighted. If you weren’t looking, his hand, low on Logan’s stomach, was just a hand rather than a gesture that Remus knew well. I’m here, it said.

“For the record,” Leo said, holding the locker room door open for them. “I like our arena better.”

Remus laughed. “I think that should be expected.”

“Loup,” Sirius’ voice came, and Remus met him in the center of the room. “Good?”

Remus just smiled, shaking his head as Sirius slipped a large hand around his waist, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

Sirius’ laugh warmed his cheek. “I’ll stop asking.”

Remus smiled. “Mind reader. Are you okay?”

The pause made Remus turn fully towards him, hands wrapping around Sirius’ strong forearms.

“Hey,” Remus said. Out of habit, his eyes found the large clock on the wall, counting down until face off. Twenty minutes. They had to get dressed. “What’s up?”

Sirius’ still newly short hair was fluffed out from the dry weather and Remus watched him lick his lips. They were chapped, a thin red crack along the middle of the bottom one that he kept worrying at. Remus raised his thumb to pull his lip free, smoothing the pad of his finger over the redness.

“That’ll never heal if you keep that up,” he said softly, then jerked his head away from the group. “C’mere.”

“We have to…” Sirius cast a glance towards their stalls, where the finish of his routine lay waiting.

“In a second,” Remus said, and nodded at Sirius to follow him out. “Come on.” Remus touched his shoulder, over where he knew his scar was. He almost never did that. “I wanted a few moments. Just us.”

Sirius nodded. There wasn’t much privacy anywhere, but Remus crowded them into a quiet corner of the dressing room between the stalls and the showers. No one would be showering now. It was empty.

He reached up and wrapped his arms around Sirius’ neck. It was a little sweaty from his run earlier, but so was Remus. Sirius looked down at him with gray, conflicted eyes.

“Wasn’t quite ready to not be near you,” Remus smiled and pressed up to kiss him, more slowly this time.

“I told Coach to sit us next to each other,” Sirius rested their foreheads together.

Remus made a skeptical sound. “No one tells Coach anything. God, sit us next to each other. Taking naps. Are we NHL players or five year olds?”

“Hard to tell with some of these guys,” Sirius laughed, then bit his lip. “I know I keep asking how you are…”

“I don’t blame you,” Remus said. “I keep asking myself that question. But now I’m asking you.”

“I hate him,” Sirius’ voice was low. “God, Remus. I think about him, out there with you…”

“He’s their starting center,” Remus pointed out. “I don’t think we’ll cross paths that much. You two on the other hand…”

Sirius’ hands tightened on Remus’ hips. “Oh, I’m counting on us crossing paths.”

Remus just crowded him back against the wall until Sirius got the message and wrapped Remus up tighter, squeezing hard while Remus buried his face in Sirius’ neck.

“he’s dirty,” Remus said. “He hits dirty, he plays dirty, he scores dirty. If he tried anything with you, or—or James or Finn—“

He hadn’t realized how loud his mind had been until Sirius and his pressure, all around him, made it go quiet. Remus let out a breath that was more unsteady than the previous ones.

“Let’s win,” Remus whispered. “Not because of him. Just because we want to win.”

Sirius just kissed his temple.

Remus found himself coiling with tension the more the locker room clock ticked down. He was taping up his socks when he realized how hard his heart was beating, that his shoulder had a peculiar itch to it. He pushed his hair out of his face before standing, the extra height of his skate blades making him feel a little better, and reaching for his shoulder pads. He pulled them over his head and strapped the velcro extra tight over his scar.

It had happened off of the ice, Remus kept telling himself. Fenrir would never have that sort of access to him again. He pulled his jersey over his head and held onto it, fist scrunching the logo.

A hand reached out—Thomas’ hand—and smoothed it down from his tensed fingers. Remus looked up at him, expecting to have to explain himself, but Thomas just smiled and patted his chest before shoving his own helmet on.

“Let’s do this thing,” he said, then let out a howl as he headed for the tunnel to the ice.

It set the line in motion and Remus reached for his own helmet before following. Sirius was waiting at the door, as usual, to go out just behind Remus, last. He tapped their helmets together, and his fist against Remus’ chest.

“Let’s win,” he whispered, mirroring Remus’ words from earlier.

Remus just nodded. His heart was really going now. He grabbed his stick off of the rack as he passed. The tunnel seemed darker than usual. Smaller. The crowd felt louder, jeering almost. Fenrir was out there, and Remus was—

Half-way down the tunnel, Remus felt Sirius glove his arm, yanking him around and pulling him flush against his chest, their shoulder pads knocking into each other.

“Sirius?” Remus asked, confused. He sounded breathless to himself. “I—yes, fine, I’m…”

Sirius wordlessly leaned down to press their visors together and Remus closed his eyes.

“God, I want this,” Remus whispered. “Help me.”

“I love you,” Sirius said. “I love you, and I will, and I…”

He hesitated, just breathing Remus in. Remus placed his gloved hand over where Sirius’ shoulder pads began on his chest, right over his captain’s C. They stayed like that, the quiet locker room on one side of them, the roaring arena on the other. Remus’ heart pounded. Fenrir. They hadn’t been on the same ice since—

Sirius drew a breath. ”I want to spend the rest of my life with you more than I want a second Cup.”

And then he kissed Remus and his wide eyes with a half smiling mouth and nudged him right out of the tunnel.

Remus couldn’t hear much over the roar of the crowd, or the blood in his own ears. He knew he was staring at Sirius with a sort of incredulous, surprised smile on his face that the cameras were most likely picking up, but he didn’t care.

“Did you just say the C word?” Remus laughed. “Out loud?”

Sirius laughed, tapped their helmets together, and, before skating away for his routine whispered, “It made you smile. That’s all I care about.”

Good evening everyone, Lee and Dean coming to you from Gryffindor. We’ve got an exciting night planned for you. The Lions are taking on Vegas’ Golden Knights. How are you feeling, Dean?

Pretty good, Lee. Was that a sweet little moment we saw in the Lions tunnel just now, do you think? Or a pep-talk, maybe?

I don’t know but the Lions are sure on the ice now. There is Thomas Walker, back from a lower body injury. Good to have him back. The Lions need a good enforcer, a good defensemen like Walker. We’d also like to remind viewers of a giveaway coming your way…

He was there, just across the ice. Remus crouched beside Thomas, stretching his inner thighs out, and found him easily. Fenrir was already looking. His eyes, brown in truth, had always seemed to have a yellow, sickly tinge to them. Remus could see it now, even from a distance. Remus looked away.

“Can I do anything for you?” Thomas asked, switching to stretch one of his legs out. 

Remus shook his head. “Let’s just win this game.”

Thomas tapped Remus shins with his stick as he got up. “You got it.”

Kasey was in net, and Remus sent softer shots his way, watching the way he gloved them with satisfaction. Each time he came back around, he sent one to his high glove, then a low glove, trying to memorize each position he didn’t want his pucks to land tonight.

He kept close to the goal, but soon enough it made him feel like a coward.

He found Sirius at the center of the rink, tracing his half of the Golden Knights’ logo.

“I know it’s not your routine,” he began hesitantly.

Sirius, however, straightened immediately. “Anything you want.”

Remus smiled thankfully and tapped a puck at him for him to pass back.

Sirius backed up a little to the other edge of the logo, leaving just enough space for a gentle pass between them.

“Ici?” Sirius said, eyes glancing towards the warming up Knights players.

Remus just took a breath and nodded. “Yep. Right fucking here.”

“So, the wolf comes out of his den,” a voice laughed.

Huh, Lee, looks like we’ve got some words being exchanged here at center ice between Fenrir Grayback and the Lions’ captain and newest recruit.

Sirius tapped his own chest. “This is a Lion, but good try.”

Fenrir Grayback was as tall as Evgeni. He was hulking and awkward on the ice, but he had the wickedest slap shot in the league. It’d broken more than one nose and tooth.

Grayback and Lupin were at Wisconsin together, both playing at the time. Lupin, our viewers probably already know, was a favorite for his draft years’ number one slot. Unfortunately, an injury prevented that from happening and it went to his old teammate, Grayback.

I thought you were going to say old friend, Dean, and, ha, I’m not sure that looks very friendly if I do say so myself…

No, Lee, it definitely doesn’t. Though when does Grayback every look friendly?

“Not everyone is always talking to you, Black,” Fenrir said without taking his yellow-brown eyes off of Remus. “Lupin. How’s it feel to be back? Really shouldered your way into the league, eh?”

Remus tensed. “Very funny.”

Fenrir smiled, then finally looked to Sirius. “How are the ribs?”

“Healed,” Sirius grit out. “How’s your ego?”

Fenrir’s smile turned fluidly into a sneer. “Unimpressed.”

“Which is why you’re taking the time to talk to us, then?” Sirius shot back.

Remus put a hand out when both mens’ skates began to toe the center ice line. He was trying hard to keep his breathing steady.

“Everything okay?” Evgeni’s voice came.

“We’re fine, Kuns,” Remus said, turning to see Jackson and Evgeni skating over. He shook his head. “I don’t want everyone to come over here. We’re fine.” He looked back to Fenrir. Some of the other Knights were taking an interest, too. “He’s not worth anyone getting pulled.”

“Well,” Fenrir laughed. “I only came over to say I wasn’t sure if I’d see this day.”

“Neither was I, if you really want to know,” Remus spat, then tapped Sirius’ shins with his stick. “Sirius, let’s go.”

For a moment, Remus wasn’t sure if Sirius was actually going to listen, but he skated backwards one stroke, then two, before finally turning.

And it seems words have certainly been said. The Captain’s got quite a familiar expression on, doesn’t he?

Ha, sure does. Lupin looks like he wanted to defuse the situation. We’ll see how this game goes. Should be interesting, after all of that.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Sirius said lowly as the lights dimmed for the national anthem.

“Don’t you dare,” Remus glanced a little behind him. “I’m not kidding.”

“Pardon me, Loopity-loops,” Finn smiled, bumping their helmets together as he swung his legs over the boards to get behind Logan, where he always stood during this part.

“Let’s go, Lolo,” Finn whispered and gave Logan’s butt a sharp smack that made Logan snort—or perhaps it had been the nickname—before draping his hand over his shoulder.

Logan complied with his own end of the ritual, holding onto his fleur-de-lis pendant.

Finn looked behind him, down the bench. “Good game, Le.”

Leo just shot him a thumbs up as the anthem began. The woman singing only got a verse in before Remus sighed, turning his head so Sirius could hear his low voice.

“I can practically feel you simmering.”

“One fight,” Sirius whispered back. “Please, Re. It’s the ice.”

Remus bit his lip. He was right. What went on on-ice was different than off-ice. Part of Remus didn’t want to see any more violence from Fenrir.

The other part of him wanted to watch his boyfriend give him a good sucker to the nose.

“One fight,” Remus agreed.

“Ooh,” James smiled from behind Sirius.

“Not you,” Remus said, but he was smiling. James held out his hand and Remus shoved a bottle of blue Gatorade into it.

The stadium erupted into applause and the lights made Remus squint a moment as they came up. He sat down on the bench, fully expecting to be there fore a while.

“Black,” Coach called. “Potter, Lupin! Olli and Timmers.”

Remus looked back, surprised, but then faced forward again. He shouldn’t be surprised. He stood and felt Coach slap him on the back.

“You got this, kid,” Arthur said, and then Remus was on the ice, jumping the boards beside Sirius.

“I’m right here,” Sirius said.

Remus looked up at him. “I know.”

Remus barely registered Fenrir as he got into his position, shoulder to shoulder with a Knight.

“All right, boys,” the ref said, looking between Fenrir and Sirius. “Let’s do a clean one, now, eh?”

But the ref had barely dropped the puck before Sirius was dropping his gloves.

“Oh Jesus,” Remus whispered, but something in him was a little thrilled.

Fenrir only had time to snarl and drop his own before Sirius had wrapped his hand up in the front of Fenrir’s jersey, drawn his hand back, and thrown a punch that knocked Fenrir’s helmet clear off. The crowd shouted complaint and encouragement alike, and Remus did all he could do. He grabbed the nearest guy to keep him from joining in, just as James paired off with his own Knight.

“It’s gonna be like this tonight, then, eh?” the Knight said, but Remus couldn’t take his eyes off Sirius’ face for long enough to respond.

Fenrir landed a punch near Sirius’ jaw, but it was awkward from the way Sirius had his head pushed back so that he couldn’t see anything but the arena’s lights and jumbo screen. It was enough to clear Sirius of his helmet, too, and Remus had a flash of panic before Sirius wrestled Fenrir onto his back, effectively pinning them. Remus could only guess what Sirius spat into Fenrir’s face before releasing him.

Five minutes for fighting. 4-on-4. Remus watched Evgeni skate forward to take the face-off in Sirius’ place, Sirius skating off towards the penalty box.

“He looks pleased with himself,” James laughed in Remus’ ear before skating back to his side.

He was right. Sirius had the slyest look on his face, leaning back on the penalty box bench as thought it were a throne. Remus was a little turned on, he wasn’t going to lie. He looked to Grayback in the other one and all happy buzz fizzled a little. He was staring over at Sirius, shouting things Remus couldn’t hear.

He was angry. Remus swallowed hard, suddenly wishing he’d never allowed Sirius to fight at all.

The first period was surprisingly quiet after that. Remus saw the ice at the same time as Fenrir only once more and it ended quickly in a too many men on Vegas. It would have been better, maybe, if they’d had some sort of contact. Instead, Fenrir seemed to be steering clear of him. It made Remus nervous.

Sirius hit the post once, and Logan nearly scored a short-handed goal before being knocked hard into the goal himself by a Knight—who Finn checked cleanly in retaliation during his next shift. The Knights, on the other hand, barely touched Kasey. Thomas especially was hot tonight, defending well, even blocking a shot with his hand.

“You just got back, Talkie,” Remus joked as they filed back to the visitor’s locker room. “Careful there.”

Remus looked at his phone as he drained a water bottle to see that he had a Love you Re!!!! from Julian and got choked up so fast he had to chug some more to get the lump in his throat to go down before Coach started talking.

Sirius stopped in front of him. “What’s wrong?”

Remus had to swallow the last of the water fast before laughing. “How did you see that?”

Sirius raised an eyebrow and Thomas leaned in.

“He’s attuned to your every movement,” Thomas said. “It’s like you are his puck.”

Remus snorted, but showed Sirius the phone.

“Ah,” Sirius smiled. “Cute.”

“You…” Remus said, tilting his head to get a look at Sirius’ jaw. It had a little cut, right on the bone where the skin had split, but it didn’t look too swollen. Remus shook his head.

“You gave me one fight,” Sirius smiled. “And I used it.”

“Now,” Evgeni said, voice muffled from the hot towel he had over his face. “Grayback mad, he start something, not me, I take two of his teeth, he get the penalty. Easy.”

Jackson frowned in approval. “Who knew you thought your fights out so well.”

“Yes,” Evgeni replied. “Now shut up, I’m in spa.”

“Even better,” Remus said pointedly, re-taping a fresh stick. “We take two goals. Not two teeth.”

It was the second period that seemed to ignite the real competition. After a Knights’ goal went into video review, stopping play for almost four minutes before being called as a no-goal, the Vegas team got angry. It was an anger Remus knew well.

He lined up beside Evgeni for the face-off.

It was an anger that Remus was more than done with.

He caught Evgeni’s pass and dove up the ice, headed straight for the goal. He was blocked, forced to go around to the back of the net, but none of his opponents were fast enough to catch him on the other side. Remus brought the puck up with him and slammed it in a wrap-around.

Fleury caught it against his left pad, and Remus tried to shove it in again, accidentally pushing his stick up against Fleury’s neck guard. Fleury gloved it and the whistle blew.

“Fuck, sorry, Flow—” Remus began, only to feel an arm wrap around his neck from behind.

It surprised him into a gasp, the pressure making his skates slide forward on the ice, out from under him.

“You think you can touch my goalie like that?” Fenrir’s voice snarled right in his ear.

Remus shoved his elbow back, right where the chest pads ended and met ribs. Fenrir’s grip only tightened.

“Hey, jackass,” Thomas’ voice came. He stopped hard in front of Remus and pushed a glove right into Fenrir’s face. “Back off, or I swear to God—”

The whistle blew again, two harsh notes right beside Remus’ ear and Fenrir’s arm disappeared from against his neck. Remus coughed, gaining his breath, and then turned around and shoved Fenrir hard.

“Fuck off,” Remus said, and turned to Fleury. “Are you all right, Marc?”

Fleury only had time to nod before Remus was being shoved in the back—by a stick he thought.

“You’re not big enough to take me,” Fenrir sneered, eyes sliding down Remus. “What could you do?”

Remus didn’t remember deciding to do it. He remembered the whistle blowing frantically, Thomas wrestling with another Knight, but he didn’t remember deciding to shove Fenrir up against the boards. Even as he did, he was a little surprised at how easy it felt. But he was bigger, stronger than he had been.

“I could fucking kill you for what you put me through,” Remus said lowly. “For what you put my family through. But, no matter how much I can’t believe I’m saying this, you set me on a track that led me to the best person in my life.”

He thought of Sirius, probably standing up by the bench right now, watching him. Waiting for him. Loving him.

Fenrir pulled against Remus’ hold and Remus shoved him harder against the glass. Fans pounded their hands against it from the other side.

“So, I couldn’t care less,” Remus snapped. “About you. But it’s not just me anymore. We are going to take your team.”

“That’s it, Lupin,” the ref shouted, and Remus felt two hands haul him away by the back of his jersey. “I blew the damn whistle. You’re out for now, get off the ice before I make it the game.”

Fenrir laughed.

Remus had been expecting the ten minute misconduct. No doubt Fenrir had stopped fighting back with the hope that it would be just that. Remus felt a strange mixture of embarrassment for having lost his temper and relief for finally getting to do so.

“I’m going,” Remus nodded. “I’m sorry about the delay.”

The ref just patted him on the back. “All right, kid, see you next period.”

Sirius was indeed on his feet as Remus skated back to the bench to the boos of the Vegas crowd. Now that he looked, his entire team was on their feet, hammering their sticks against the boards.

“Oh, Loops,” James laughed delightedly. “This is gonna be one hell of a game now.”

Remus just shook his head against a smile as he clambered over the boards to get to the tunnel. His throat hurt a little from being pressed against, but…his heart wasn’t pounding. Not like he thought it would’ve been. He felt lighter than he had in months.

“Remus,” Sirius said all in a rush. “Merde, Re…”

“I’m all right,” Remus said. “I’m done for the period, though.” He tapped their helmets together. “Give them hell for me.”

Sirius just smiled at him. “God, you’re…incroyable. Is your neck okay?”

“We’ll see!” Layla called from where she was waiting for him at the mouth of the tunnel.

~

Sirius barely registered the rest of the second period. He felt like he only let out the breath he had been holding when he entered the locker room to see Remus, undressed down to his spandex and keeping warm through stretches on the carpeted floor, waiting for him.

“Beautiful goal,” Remus said when he rose to meet Sirius’ sweaty kiss.

Sirius smiled. “Thanks, but it was all Dumo.”

Pascal tipped an imaginary hat as he walked past.

“Missed you out there. They’re so angry they’re kind of slipping, I think. We should—”

“Remus,” Marlene’s voice came. “I’m tapping you for the interview.”

Remus sighed. “Yeah. I was waiting for that.”

Sirius squeezed his hip. “I’ll come.”

Remus began to follow Marlene out, then doubled back. “Shit, wait, I need a hat, I probably look insane. My hair, I mean.”

“Here,” Sirius jogged over to his stall and retrieved his own hat with a grin.

“Hmm,” Remus laughed as he put it on, tapping the number twelve on the side. “Predictable.”

“He just likes feeding your Twitter fans,” Finn said, walking by with sweat absolutely dripping down his face. “Jesus Christ those guys are rough.”

Remus made his way to Marlene and the camera lights.

“Are we getting a double interview?” she asked with an overly hopeful smile that showed she wasn’t hopeful at all.

“Non,” Sirius scoffed.

“You kill me, Black,” Marlene sighed, positioning herself in front of the camera and smiling until Dorcas pointed at her.

“Thanks, Frank,” she said, touching her earpiece briefly. “And now I’m with Remus Lupin. Remus, can we know anything about what went down on the ice in the middle of the second? You’re not generally known for taking penalties, not to mention a ten minute misconduct. What was it about Grayback?”

Sirius knew that Remus had without a doubt been expecting this question. He reached up for the hat, as Sirius had known he would, and touched the number twelve on the side.

“Grayback’s always been a tough player. I never expected to be on the same ice as him again and it turns out he still plays just as dirty as he did when we were in college.”

Marlene, like Sirius, blinked. Sirius had been expecting Remus to ease over the dirt and grit of his history with Grayback. 

“I…” Marlene began. “Well, how do you feel your team is shaping up against such a player?”

“I’ll be glad to get back this period. We’re up one, and the boys are playing well.”

Marlene couldn’t seem to help but sigh. They were back to bland answers. “Are you hoping to get one tonight?”

Remus smiled, too, all white teeth and the slight dimple on his cheek, and Sirius fell in love with him all over again.

“I’d never say if I was.”

~

Remus felt good, more than good, as he hit the ice for the third. The music playing in the stadium was bad but the bench thrummed. Remus leaned against the ice-side of the boards, squirting water into his mouth.

“The bad boy’s back on the ice,” Finn said, slapping Remus’ butt.

“It was necessary,” Remus grumbled, and squirted Finn with the water.

He hopped the boards and sat between Finn and Thomas.

“1-1, boys,” Coach said from behind them. “Let’s take it home, all right?”

Remus watched Pascal take the face-off and win it. He shot it back to Sergei who had pinched in. Logan was waiting behind the net and he faked left before shooting it back to Pascal. Pascal took a hard slap-shot that missed, and the Knights dumped it out of their zone.

Sirius stood and jumped the boards when Pascal skated for a change, Finn swapping with Logan.

“They’re very defensive right now,” Pascal said, breathing hard and sitting beside Remus. He squirted water over the back of his neck. “We’ll have a good shot if they keep that up.”

Remus nodded. “They’ll get tired.”

“Cap!” Remus heard Finn shout, calling for the puck, and then he took a hard shot. Remus winced at the tell-tale ping of it going off of the crossbar. He could hear Finn’s frustrated groan from here.

The Knights iced the puck and the whistle blew.

Sirius looked over mournfully at the bench, and Remus sent him a smile. If a line sent the puck down to their own zone like that, they couldn’t change players.

“Long shift,” Logan mumbled from beside him. He had his necklace chain in his mouth and was scanning the ice, as if seeing an imaginary play.

“Yeah,” Remus nodded. The puck dropped again, and this time Vegas won it. Remus watched Grayback come back out on the ice as Sirius took up the puck again driving hard. Vegas knocked it back over the blue line.

Remus leaned in towards Logan. “You know the two-pass you and Dumo did earlier? Maybe—”

Remus’ words were cut off by a sharp gasp from the crowd.

Oh man. Big center-ice hit from Grayback on O’Hara.

Yes…and he’s…he’s staying down, Dean. That was quite the hit. Clean, but…quite the hit. This is sometimes what you see from a frustrated, aggressive team when the clock is winding down.

“Non,” Logan breathed from beside Remus, and stood. He let go of his stick, which clattered down against Remus’, and pressed his gloved palms to the boards. Logan looked over at Leo, green eyes panicked, then back to the ice. Sirius had Fenrir by the neck, one of the linesmen trying to drag them apart, but Sirius’ temper was shot, good as gone.

Finn was holding himself in a way that told Remus something was hurting. He had propped himself on his elbows on his stomach, head down.

“I didn’t see,” Pascal was on his feet, too, like Remus.

“Me, neither,” Remus said.

“His head,” Logan said. “Did his head hit?”

“I don’t know, Tremz,” Remus said quietly.

Lars swung himself over the boards and ran effortlessly across the ice in his shoes. He crouched at Finn’s side and spoke to Finn for a moment before reaching under his jersey to prod at what looked like his upper back and neck.

“His head,” Logan whispered, almost to himself.

“I don’t think it was his head, mon fils,” Pascal said.

One can’t help but think that the underlying current that this game has had—

A harsh one, wouldn’t you say, Dean?

Yes, Lee, I’d say that. But one can’t help but think that it stemmed from that confrontation between Lupin and Grayback we saw during warmups and then again during the second period.

Gotta be a story there.

Finn slowly pulled his knees under him, pushing himself on to his hands and knees before getting a slightly unsteady skate under him. Sergei was there, helping him up, and the stadium clapped politely as Finn, nodding to Sergei that he was okay, skated slowly towards the bench. He took his helmet off, red hair flopping into his face and leaned over, into Sergei.

“Rouge,” Logan said, pushing up against Remus to get nearer the tunnel door.

“I’m okay,” Finn said, but he sounded out of breath. He flashed Logan a shaky smile, nodded to Leo, before disappearing down the tunnel.

“Okay,” Coach said, patting a hand on Logan’s shoulder. “All right, boys. Five minutes. Let’s try to finish this. Lupin, Kuny, and Nado.”

“Tremz,” Remus began helplessly as he jumped the boards.

“I can’t do anything,” Logan breathed, mouth barely moving, head ducked low, shying away from the cameras. “I can’t do anything.”

Remus gave his helmet a pat, trying to convey comfort that a camera could catch without trouble.

“He’s had three bad concussions,” Logan said, looking up. “Remus.”

Tremblay looks very worried for his long time teammate. Lupin providing reassurance.

“I know,” Remus said. He remembered Finn’s folder. He really remembered all the boys’ folders, their medical pasts and their pressing concerns. For Logan, it had always been about the sheer number of broken fingers. For Finn, it was concussions. “I know. I didn’t—I didn’t see, but…”

“I’m fine,” Logan said. “I’m fine, go.”

“We can win this game,” Remus said, slipping his mouthguard in. “We can.”

He turned in time to meet Sirius coming off the ice. He had his helmet off, too. Remus was surprised that he missed Grayback doing that. His lip was bloody.

“You good?” Remus asked as they met.

He just nodded, which meant he was furious. Remus patted a glove against his chest and skated into position.

“Hope O’Hara’s okay,” Fenrir said to him, obviously taunting, from his place by the puck-drop. “Careful, Lupin.”

“I feel bad for you,” Remus spat.

Huh, couldn’t catch what Grayback said, but it was easy enough to read Lupin’s lips with that camera close up there.

Yeah, Dean. ‘I feel bad for you?’ I don’t know what that means.

Well, he feels bad for him, obviously.

Ha, yes, obviously.

“You’re out,” The referee said to Grayback. He waved the Knight that Remus was shoulder to shoulder with to take Fenrir’s place, which put Fenrir beside Remus.

He skated over slowly, bent over and with a grin on his face. “Huh. This is new.”

Remus didn’t reply, didn’t let his skin crawl at the way Fenrir jostled against him. He wasn’t going to let him hurt anyone else. Not Sirius, not himself. He’d gotten away with it for far too long.

“Saw your interview,” Fenrir said. “You almost hurt my feelings. I thought we were old teammates.”

Remus kept his face blank and saw Fenrir scowl from the corner of his eye. And that was it, wasn’t it? He liked getting a rise out of people. Well, he’d silenced Remus once, years ago, and tonight he’d gotten the show that he’d wanted, too. Remus was never going to give him anything else again.

“I don’t care that you’re playing now,” Fenrir snapped, and it sounded deliciously desperate. “You just couldn’t play then.”

The ref dropped the puck, and the rush and slash of skates filled Remus’ ears. He watched Evgeni and Jackson weave the puck back and forth effortlessly. Thomas cleared a channel with a hard check to Fenrir and Remus took it, skating up towards the net and tapping for the puck.

Thomas shot the puck to Jackson as they chased that open lane, who shot it right back. Thomas didn’t waste any time. He drew his stick back and shot, nearly from the center line.

Remus reached his stick out, eye on the puck, and felt Thomas’ shot deflect off the tip before sliding into the goal over Riddle’s shoulder. The red light blared.

“Yeah!” the shout ripped out of Remus before he could stop it, followed by a surprised, delighted laugh, and he turned to Thomas, who was already pointing at him.

“Yeah, baby!” Thomas shouted, laughing, before embracing Remus tightly just as Evgeni and Jackson skated over to join.

“Loops,” Evgeni’s deep voice laughed. “I’m know you score tonight, I’m know.”

Remus just laughed, too. “Thanks, Kuns.”

He wished he was in Gryffindor, wished to hear their goal song sing for him, but skating down the bench, bumping gloves was pretty damn great. Having Sirius, near the end, reach out and capture him in a hard hug around the neck, was even better.

“Loup,” Sirius whispered. Remus could feel his grin against his cheek. “Ouais. Allez, c’est parfait.”

“I’d fucking kiss you right here but I’m not done,” Remus said, and bumped their helmets together, skating a few strokes backwards.

Coach raised his card at him, asking if he wanted to change, and Remus, breathing hard, shook his head and then looked to Fenrir.

Thirty seconds too much for you? Remus wanted to call, but he just skated away instead.

Fenrir, who had been heading to the bench, scowled and made his way back to the face-off circle.

All right, Lupin is staying on.

I’d imagine that young man must be feeling pretty good right now. He’s been looking for a goal for a long, long time.

The puck is dropped and Nadeau is kicked from the face-off, putting Walker in. Walker wins it. Lupin carries an—oh my Christ did that ever happen fast! A second one for Lupin, right off the face-off! What a shot!

Remus leaned over, stick on his knees, and laughed. He straightened, looked right at Grayback, and laughed some more. Then, he looked away towards the bench. His team. They were on their feet. Sirius’ grin was brighter than the lights above them. Thomas slammed into him.

“Excuse me?” Thomas shouted, laughing, his arms tight around Remus’ neck. “Excuse me, are we soulmates? The fuck, Lupin!”

Remus just hugged him tightly back. “With your passes, we might be.”

You know, when you have a player like Walker, the sky’s the limit. There are few with better complete ice vision, in my opinion. Walker’s really come into his own these last few years, and it looks like Lupin and himself are taking each other to the moon. The clock’s winding down now, it looks like the Lions are going to take this 3-1 victory against Vegas…

~

Logan and Leo tore through the doors to the PT room in just their spandex layers. Logan hadn’t bothered to remove his shoulder pads, and Leo’s hair was a mess from whipping his more extensive padding off as fast as he could.

They found Finn in a similar state, and sitting up in the PT room.

“No concussion,” Finn said the second he caught sight of their faces. “It seriously just knocked the wind out of me. I’m fine, I had some water, I need a good meal. I’ll be out the next game with an upper body, that’s it.”

“Bullshit,” Logan said. “You were…You were down.”

“Lo,” Finn sighed. “Why the hell would I lie to you?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time you said you were okay and you weren’t,” Logan snapped in French and Finn just held up his hands in surrender, annoyed.

“What are we, eighteen again?” Finn sighed.

“You have said,” Logan began slowly. “That you were okay before, when you were not.”

“In college, yeah,” Finn replied. “Why are you so fucking worked up? I’ve watched you get hit, I’ve gotten hit before—”

“D’accord, I’m not,” Logan snapped, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.

Finn just stared at him, then looked at Leo, who was chewing on his lower lip.

“Lo,” Leo began. “We of all people would be able to tell if he wasn’t feeling good, yeah?”

Logan knew that. He didn’t know why he was so angry all of a sudden. All the worry that had been building in his chest before entering this room had seized up and come out…like this. Biting and wrapped up tight.

He nodded with a quiet, “Ouais.”

Finn swung his legs down from the bed and reached an arm out. “C’mere, both of you.”

“We can’t,” Leo said softly, glancing at the door. “Not here.”

It was true, they all knew it, but Logan thought Finn still looked shocked. He nodded, wincing a little, and looked down at his lap.

“Yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck.

Logan found that he couldn’t move. He just watched Finn’s pale fingers massaging the back of his own neck.

“Man,” Finn finally said softly. “I feel like there’s an ocean in this room.”

Leo laughed, but it was weak. “You sure you didn’t hit your head?”

“Careful, Peanut,” Finn said. “You’ll get Lo yelling at me again.”

“I’m sorry,” Logan said softly, and turned towards the door. He had a fine tremor to him, as if he had had too much coffee, or lifted too much weight. “Let’s just go home.”

On the plane, Finn cornered Logan at the coffee pot. The engine roared outside, and Finn leaned in close for Logan to hear just him.

“It’s not like that time at Yale,” he said gently. “Baby—”

“You scared me,” Logan said without looking up. “And Leo. We just had to sit there.”

Finn sighed. “It’s not my head, Lo. I thought—I thought it was, too, and there was contact, I’m not going to lie to you, Grayback’s got a hell of a set of shoulders on him—”

“Je sais. You said that.”

Finn put a hand on Logan’s back, turning him so that Logan finally had to look up into his face. “Then why are you acting like you don’t believe me?”

“I believe you,” Logan said.

“You’re…” Finn shook his head. “What did I do?”

“I believe you,” Logan took a slow breath, closing his eyes. He didn’t know. He couldn’t answer because he didn’t know why he was being so short with Finn, with Leo. “You didn’t do anything. I…I just couldn’t touch you.”

“Well,” Finn sighed. “You can touch me now.”

Logan just shook his head. “I’m making Leo tea.”

“You’ll make Leo tea but you won’t even look at me?”

Logan just kept his head down, as if he could watch the tea bag steep.

“I get that I scared you,” Finn stepped closer, warm hand still on Logan’s back. “But this is scaring me…baby, what did I do?”

“Nothing,” Logan breathed. “Nothing, mon coeur.” He reached a hand up to touch Finn’s neck briefly, right where his skull curved down. It felt fragile. Tender. This had happened before and Logan couldn’t figure out why it had jarred him so badly this time. Everything in him wanted to shut it all out. Instead, he took a breath.

“At home. I need…I don’t know right now. Let’s all talk at home.”

Finn nodded slowly. “Leo would probably be telling me to stop pushing you right now.”

Logan wanted to kiss him. “He’s right. At least now. But…” he picked up the paper cups. “Sometimes I need you to push, too.”

~

Remus couldn’t stop laughing. Sirius had been the same the entire drive home from the airport, keeping a hand on Remus’ thigh from the driver’s seat.

“I love watching you drive,” Remus laughed. He felt almost drunk. “It’s so…Hmm, your hands.”

“Heated steering wheels have their uses,” Sirius laughed, and squeezed his hand on Remus’ thigh. “But my hands? Re…God, you were beautiful out there. I want to get one of those picture frames that plays a video over and over, and I want it to be that face-off goal.” He looked over at Remus from the road for a second, smile bright. “Mon dieu, I want you.”

Remus was all heat already, but Sirius burned him brighter. He closed his eyes, smiling even as he rested his head back against his seat. He pictured Julian’s voice screaming at him over the phone when he’d called just after the game, his parents’ loud whoops in the background. He was pretty sure his mom had been crying. He was pretty sure he’d been crying, at least a little.

“Coach is gonna put me and T out there all the time now, I hope,” Remus said. “He’s like a magnet, those passes…”

“I can’t lie,” Sirius began, laughing.

Remus turned towards him, putting his hand over Sirius’. “You wish it was us.”

Sirius just smiled, putting his blinker on. “Of course I want to score with you.”

“Oh, believe me, you will,” Remus said softly, and then snorted into laughter again.

“Merde,” Sirius shook his head, looking over at Remus as he put on his turn signal for their gate.

Remus left his shoes and coat in the mudroom and took in a lung-full of the smell of their kitchen—warm wood and home. He heard Sirius close and bolt the door, and then there were two hands on his hips and a chin on his shoulder.

“Let’s—” Remus began.

“I’ll order the take out,” Sirius smiled into Remus’ neck and then pressed a kiss there before pulling out his phone.

“Thanks,” Remus said, and wandered into the living room, falling down on the couch with a sigh. “Fuck, I love this couch.”

“I think you’d say you love anything right now,” Sirius laughed and stretched out beside him.

Remus let his head fall back in another, seemingly out of control laugh. “Maybe. Maybe I need some tea. Like chamomile or something,” Remus said, rubbing the side of his face and laughing again. “I feel like I’m going to explode.”

Sirius’ laugh came out silent and when he leaned in for a kiss Remus gathered the perfect sound all up.

“Adrenaline,” Sirius mumbled. “It looks good on you.”

Remus just hummed in approval and pressed a hand to Sirius’ jaw, mindful of the cut from Fenrir’s punch, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Sirius went soft against him, wrapping his arm that was along the back of the couch up against Remus’ shoulders. He tucked his fingers into the soft hair at the back of Remus neck, angling his head up.

Remus, finally, felt the light buzz in his head quiet. It turned from restless happiness to calm bliss. He curled further on his side, pushing their knees against each other.

“What do we do while we wait?” Sirius whispered with a gentle bite to Remus’ bottom lip.

“Keep kissing me,” Remus whispered back.

The doorbell rang with their takeout and Remus let Sirius up to do his familiar routine of requesting the delivery person to leave it outside via the intercom.

“Too many requests for me to FaceTime mothers,” Sirius had explained the first time.

Now, Remus was glad no one else but him would get to see Sirius’ kiss swollen mouth, or his hair, a mess from Remus’ fingers.

They settled back on the couch together with chopsticks in hand. Remus had some music playing softly on the wall speakers and his legs across Sirius’ lap.

“I…” Remus began, twirling noodles around his chopsticks. “You know, I think the best part is—and I just realized this,” he paused. “I didn’t think about him once after the game. Grayback. Just now was the first time, and it’s only because we used to have team takeout dinners after Friday games.” He waved his chopsticks. “Now I have take out dinner with Sirius Black, so, ha-ha-ha.”

Sirius laughed as he chewed his chicken. “He doesn’t deserve to have you think about him. But he’s thinking about you, I bet, and your back-to-back goals. I wish we’d gotten that empty netter to you in time.”

Remus shook his head. “I don’t need a hat trick. Not now, at least. I’m just glad Harzy is okay. Jesus, I couldn’t breathe for a second when he went down.”

Sirius looked down, poking around his food for another mushroom. “I know. Could have been worse.”

“Logan said something to me today, too,” Remus continued after a second. “Just before the game.”

“Oh? About…” Fenrir, Sirius didn’t say.

“No, about us,” Remus gestured between them with his chopsticks. “He asked me if I thought, had we been given the choice instead of those photos being leaked…he asked if I thought we would be out right now.”

Sirius’ eyebrows went up but his eyes remained on his food as he thought, chewing slowly.

“Are him and the boys thinking about that?” he finally asked. “He hasn’t said anything to me.”

Remus smiled slightly. “No need to sound jealous. He didn’t really say anything to me, either. He stopped the conversation almost as soon as it began, said he’d rather talk about it, you know, on familiar ground.”

Sirius nodded and took another bite. He was quiet once again for a good while.

“Yes,” he said, and let out a long breath. He popped another piece of chicken into his mouth and smiled at Remus. “I think…I think I was already tired of hiding. I think…I think I would have wanted you in this way, even if I was scared.”

Remus reached out and brushed his knuckles across Sirius’ cheek. “That’s what I said.”

Sirius turned to kiss his palm.

“You know, I…I thought to myself before the game that I wanted to score more than anything,” Remus said softly, still tracing Sirius’ jaw. “And then you went and said what you did in the tunnel…” They smiled at each other at the memory. “And you’re just…you’re right. I know I did score, and so I know that helped, but I’ve lost my balance these last few months. And I just…” Remus sighed, pressing a palm to Sirius’ cheek. “Thanks for being there.”

Sirius just stared at him, biting a smile back. He leaned into the palm.

“What?” Remus said, smile of own building. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing’s funny,” Sirius said, and let the smile out in full force. He groaned out a laugh and took Remus’ food from him. “D’accord, I don’t think I can hold this in any longer.”

Remus watched him put their food on the coffee table, confused.

“Sirius…” Remus said, already beginning to smile. “What?"

Sirius just let out a soft, nervous laugh.

And then he sank down onto one knee.

Remus sat up straight in his surprise. Sirius was still biting at his lip, smiling, and it made Remus do the same.

“Oh,” Remus breathed. “You want to spend the rest of your life with me more than…”

“More than I want a second Cup,” Sirius finished for him, taking Remus’ hand and holding them between both of his own. “I…I’ve been trying to figure out when I should…I know that this year, around this time, it’s a horrible moment for us. When the pictures came. I didn’t know whether to do it now, and make a new memory, or avoid the association all together.”

Remus just shook his head. He didn’t have any words that felt like they would do, or even come out. There was a lump in his throat and heat behind his eyes, and his chest was going to burst at the look on Sirius’ face, as if he thought Remus could ever, ever say anything other than—

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. And I know it’s early for us. And I know…I don’t want things to change, but something in me…wants this,” Sirius took a shaky breath. “I know you’re forever. And I’ve never known anything was forever before. Not even hockey.” He looked only a little pained saying it. “I’m going to get old, and someone is going to be better than me. And I’m going to have to stop. I could have to stop any day, it can happen like that and that used to terrify me, Remus. I was so, so scared of it. After the ankle, after everything. I didn’t know how to live outside of the game. I never had.”

“But I do,” Sirius’ gray eyes were rimmed with tears, just like Remus’. “I do now. With you. And you don’t have to say yes, because I’m happy, I’m so happy, but…if you want this,” he looked down at his bent knee. “Then marry me.”

Remus just smiled, tears dropping against his cheeks. Sirius was gorgeous like this. All soft hair, gray sweatshirt, and parted, waiting lips. Remus was pretty sure he was holding his breath because that broad, strong chest wasn’t moving an inch.

Remus nodded, and kept nodding.

“Ouais?” Sirius asked, and his shoulders jumped as he inhaled.

“Ouais,” Remus laughed. “Yes.”

Sirius didn’t say anything, just let his forehead drop to Remus’ thighs. Remus laughed, wiping his wet cheeks before tangling his fingers into Sirius’ hair.

“You really thought there was any chance I’d say no?” he tussled the hair. “You really thought that?”

“It hasn’t been that long,” Sirius mumbled, then looked up, crying, too. “And I felt a little funny for even wanting this…Logan punched me for that.”

“And Dumo?”

“Took me ring shopping.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, and Sirius’ face dropped.

“Mon dieu,” he cursed, and then looked in the up the stairs, in direction of their bedroom. “I’m so stupid. It’s in—”

Remus snorted, and then he was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. He took Sirius’ face between his hands, pulling it back towards his own.

“I don’t care about a ring,” he said, and kissed Sirius hard, tasting his warmth.

“It’s nice—” Sirius mumbled, only to be cut off again by another one of Remus’ kisses.

Remus pushed off of the coach, sliding right into a straddle over Sirius’ lap. Sirius made a soft, happy sound and wrapped his arms tightly around Remus’ back. Sirius leaned into Remus’ kiss.

“I’ll marry you,” Remus whispered into the kiss. “God, baby, yes.”

“I love you,” Sirius grinned, letting out a breath that was half moan as Remus pressed down his hips. “Loup—I’ve wanted you since the ice, can we—”

“What,” Remus pulled back to mouth along Sirius’ jaw. “You want to fuck your fiancé?”

Sirius’ laugh escaped him in a tumble, and his palms tightened around Remus’ hips. “Yes.” Sirius’ hands pushed under Remus’ sweatshirt, pushing it up. Remus let his eyes slip closed at the feeling of his warm palms, at Sirius’ mouth trailing over his adam’s apple. It sent a throb of want straight to his cock.

They all but bumped their way upstairs, Sirius walking Remus backwards up the curving staircase until Remus had to pause at the half-way landing and lean against the wall while Sirius palmed him steadily through his sweatpants. He was so hard it ached.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” Remus panted out, pushing at Sirius’ chest even as he kissed him hard. He had Sirius walking backwards now and with an uncontainable grin on his face as his hand slid from cupping Remus’ cock to his neck.

“Moi aussi,” Sirius’ words were muffled by Remus’ mouth. “I don’t know how to plan a wedding.”

“We have plenty of friends for that,” Remus said, relieved to find that they had made it to their bedroom doorway. He reached up for two fistfuls of Sirius’ sweatshirt and pulled it over his head, relishing in his mussed hair and flushed cheeks. “Lily for example. I’m pretty sure Lily Evans was born for this moment.”

Sirius laughed as he reached for Remus’ sweatshirt, too. The bedroom air hit Remus’ skin, and then Sirius’ hands were on his ribs and he was bringing their bare chests together. Goosebumps rose despite the warmth. Remus’ mouth rested precisely at Sirius’ number twelve pendant and he kissed it before moving it aside in favor of resting his lips against Sirius’ chest. They stood there for a moment, nearly swaying. Sirius had his chin on top of Remus’ head, and his hands smoothed down to settle on the gentle curve of Remus’ lower back.

“Mon Loup,” Sirius murmured. Their cocks were still pressing insistently against each other in this position and the fiery need still simmered low in Remus’ stomach. Sirius’ heart was a steady beat against Remus’ and suddenly Remus wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by that sound, by his warmth, pressed down into the bed with nowhere else to go.

“Come here,” Remus said, backing towards the bed, hands looped around Remus’ neck.

Sirius smiled and pushed Remus back onto the bed, giving him enough room to kick off his sweatpants while he stepped out of his own. It left them in their boxers, and Remus’ heart gave a jump when he noticed the damp fabric of Sirius’. He should be used to that by now.

Sirius smoothed a palm over Remus’ bulge with a grin, bending to kiss one thick muscle of his thigh, before pulling the briefs down. Remus took himself in hand, biting his lip at the relief as he pumped himself a few times while Sirius kicked off the rest of his clothing. And then there was hardly any space between them at all. Remus brought his thighs up to push against Sirius’ hips as they kissed.

He felt a little desperate, and his blood still sang with adrenaline. He stayed pliant, though, beneath Sirius’ mouth and hands, long enough for Sirius to be nudging against him. Remus panted as he watched Sirius’ eyelashes, dark and fanned out, as he watched himself begin to press inside. Remus’ mouth dropped open at the heat and stretch. It felt good, grounding and free, heightening the rage of happiness in his head.

“I want—” Remus panted.

“I know,” Sirius said from above him, and snapped his hips in a quick series of hard thrusts that jammed Remus up just right. Remus felt his abs jump, heard a noise tear out of his mouth. His cock flexed against his stomach, and Remus grit his teeth at how badly he already needed to come.

Remus pressed his head back into the pillows, feet hooked tight against the back of Sirius’ thighs, drawing him closer. He couldn’t seem to shut up, not with Sirius’ cock pressing just right like that.

“Yes, yes,“ Remus’ voice came out thick, all focused on his pleasure, his mouth open in his gasps. He dug his heels into Sirius’ lower back, pushing him in harder with every thrust.

“Remus,” Sirius panted, and dragged his mouth along Remus’ cheek until the two could find each other. Sirius’ kiss did nothing to silence Remus, not with the quick pace Sirius had set, but Sirius now swallowed the sounds greedily, nipping at Remus’ bottom lip.

Remus didn’t often want it like this, fast and a little rough, but Sirius always seemed to know when he did. The leftover soreness in Remus’ muscles eased as he tensed them around Sirius’ warm body heat. They said little, save for the jumps in Sirius’ breathing at Remus’ louder, punched out sounds. Remus felt tender and over-heated, his hair sticking to his forehead. They weren’t speaking, but Remus could hear everything he needed in Sirius’ kisses. They never stopped. He just dragged his mouth from one side of Remus’ neck to the other, leaving sharper marks beside the wet, lingering presses of lips. Remus’ eyes watered with how badly he ached, how good it felt to ache like that. His cock felt tight, and his chest felt fit to burst.

In a sudden stop that made Remus cry out, Sirius fucked in hard and stayed there, warm and deep, grinding in. Then, pulling out in a slow drag to the swollen head of his cock, he did it again. Their headboard knocked against the wall.

“I love you,” Sirius breathed, and Remus just tightened his fingers in Sirius’ hair in reply.

The quick pace had been perfect, but this was better. The slowness, the suddenness, filled Remus to the brim and overwhelmed the sweet, tender spot inside of him over and over again. He began to come, though his orgasm felt like it was still beginning to build, rather than to end. He could barely breathe through the feeling, the never-ending soaring heartbeats.

“Oh, Re,” Sirius’ voice was shaking now.

“Don’t stop,” Remus managed. He was holding himself so tightly, holding onto Sirius so tightly, that he thought he’d leave bruises. “Oh god—“

He was still coming, Sirius was still fucking in and dragging out, though Remus could feel the slight tremor of his thighs and arms, meaning he was close. Remus’ cock was still hard, straining as he orgasmed.

“Oh—“ Remus breathed. He arched his back hard, pressing up against Sirius’ stomach and chest. His cheeks felt fiery, and he could see that his chest and neck were just as red.

Sirius seemed to get the message and reached between them, circling Remus in a tight fist. Remus could only draw in breath at how good it felt, his voice gone. He found himself smiling slightly, brows drawn together. His hearing felt muted, but he heard himself give a shout as his cock spent itself, finally.

“Remus,” Sirius all but whined, low in his throat. His cock was so hot inside, and Sirius sped up, his hand moving from Remus’ now softening cock and to the small of his back, all but scooping Remus’ trembling body against his own, protective and needy. He stilled with a torn sound of his own, face pressed into Remus’ neck.

They were both breathing hard, like they had been running, taking double shifts. Remus’ throat was dry and his eyes were still watery. Sirius’ heart hammered against his own. Remus didn’t think he could have moved if he wanted to. Sirius had let all of his own weight go and Remus was pressed into their warm bed. He closed his eyes, happy, and locked his arms around Sirius’ back, palms flat in a way that said stay.

The sheets began to cool around them after a while, and Sirius finally pulled away, soft now, gentle and with a kiss to sooth Remus’ moan. He sat up on shaky muscles, losing his balance as he did so and catching himself on Remus’ splayed knees.

Remus smiled, eyes slipping closed. “Wow.”

Sirius rubbed a warm palm on the inside of Remus’ thighs, the way he knew he liked.

“You are so beautiful right now,” he said, and Remus brought knees up against Sirius’ ribs, pressing in on a little squeeze.

“I…” Remus looked down at himself. “Baby…”

Sirius’ smile was almost sheepish, and he bent to kiss Remus’ knee before getting up. He wobbled again on the way to the bathroom, and Remus laughed at the glare Sirius sent him but part of him marveled at the slight shake he could see in Sirius’ muscles. He’d worked that hard for Remus. He’d come that hard for Remus.

The washcloths were warm and Remus closed his eyes again, waiting for Sirius to come back to bed. He was so tired he could barely turn on his side, but he did, waiting for the warmth of Sirius pressing up against his back, as usual. When it finally came, Remus smiled and pressed against him.

“Mon Loup,” Sirius whispered. “Turn around.”

“Hm…”

“Un moment.”

Remus sighed but complied, making a show of dragging his limbs to face Sirius. He opened his eyes.

Sirius was holding a ring box between them, and Remus’ eyes opened wider, laughing.

“Oh,” he said gently, and leaned his chin up to give Sirius a gentle kiss. “I love you.” Remus smiled, running a warm palm from the back of Sirius’ thigh, over his bare hip, to settle on his muscled ribcage. “Well? Show me.”

Sirius bit his lip against a smile and clicked the box open. Inside, a simple band sat nestled in dark red velvet. It was gold and the two ends of the band met and twisted together in a delicate knot at the top center. Between them was a large diamond that glimmered like crystal clear ice.

Remus stared down at it. He’d get to add it to the chain around his neck when he played, tuck it into his jersey.

Sirius’ mouth brushed his temple. “Marry me.”

Remus pressed his nose into Sirius’ neck, smelling his sweat and his warmth. “Yes, please.”

Sirius kissed him, so deep and sloppy that Remus almost wished they could keep it going again. When they broke, the ring was on Remus’ finger. Remus twisted his wrist, watching it catch the dim light.

“God, this is a big fucking rock.”

Remus had barely said the words before they were both snorting with laughter again, and then kissing, and then both.

Remus made sure Sirius could feel the diamond against his skin when Remus wrapped his arms around him and tucked his face against his chest, closing his eyes.

~

Logan ran a thumb over the back of Leo’s hand in their building’s hallway while Finn opened their door.

“Wanna order ramen?” Leo asked. “I’m craving the spicy one.”

“You’re speaking my language, baby,” Finn said as he pushed their door open, and Logan couldn’t help but smile even though Finn’s voice didn’t have all of its usual enthusiasm in it.

“Ouais,” he agreed.

He tossed his bag with theirs, just beside the door, and rolled his shoulders. He ached from the amount of hits Vegas had delivered, and the hits he had given himself.

“Okay?” Leo asked. He brought his warm hands up to Logan’s shoulders, thumbs kneading the muscle.

“I am now,” Logan sighed, ducking his head into Leo’s working hands. “Now that we’re home. I don’t know, that roadie felt like…”

“Months,” Leo laughed and dropped a kiss to Logan’s temple. “Well, we’re home for a bit now, at least.”

Finn had walked into the kitchen without a word and Logan could hear him opening the refrigerator. Logan didn’t think they were fighting, exactly, but Finn had been quiet since the plane.

Logan followed them both into the kitchen where he found Leo already in Finn’s space, no doubt sensing something was off, as well. Leo hadn’t questioned Logan when he had returned to their seats on the plane with tea, but Logan had known that Leo had seen him and Finn talking at the front of the plane. It was probably written all over Logan’s face, as most things were for Leo.

Leo didn’t push Finn now, either, just pressed his front along Finn’s back with a nuzzle to his cheek and requested that they all take a nice shower. Logan had already been itching for that. He could feel the plane all over him. He retreated to the bathroom without a word, dropping his clothes as he went. The bathroom was full of steam and he was bare and soaked through within the glass doors by the time they joined him. He watched them through the fogged glass. They were just shapes and colors, but Logan could picture each of their movements as he watched them undress. The way Finn grabbed his shirt from between his shoulders to pull it over his head. He’d watched that sight every night at Harvard. The way Leo pushed all his hair back after discarding his own shirt, trying to tame the messed up curls. The way he always only remembered to take his Apple Watch off at the last second.

“Allez,” Logan said, and they laughed.

“We’re coming,” Leo said more loudly. Logan could only make out murmurs over the water before.

Goosebumps rose over Logan’s arms when Finn pulled the shower door open. Their eyes met and, for a second, Logan was nervous that Finn actually was upset with him. Then, Finn joined him under the raining shower head mounted on the ceiling, one of two they had had installed, and pushed his damp hair back from his eyes, kissing him soundly.

“Better?” he asked against Logan’s mouth.

Logan just nodded and reached up to brush his fingers against Finn’s neck, the delicate back of his head.

“Brr,” Leo said, smiling as he shut the door. He pushed up against Finn’s back, arms tucked in and pretended to shiver. “I hate when the air gets cold.”

“I hate to break it to you, Nutty,” Finn laughed. “But you play ice hockey.”

Logan snorted, too. Leo grumbled, but he smiled at Finn when he turned to wrap him up in his arms, walking him beneath the other spray with a kiss. Logan smiled, watching them, but it faltered when he saw Leo, too, touch the back of Finn’s head, his neck.

“I’m fine,” Logan made out Finn say in a gentle voice.

“I know,” Leo said, even softer.

Logan knew it hadn’t just been him who hadn’t been able to get up and go to Finn in the way he had wanted to on the ice tonight. He knew it wasn’t just him who couldn’t go kiss Finn over the table of a restaurant, hold Leo’s hand as he walked down the street. Leo couldn’t kiss Finn. Leo couldn’t hold his hand. Finn couldn’t kiss Leo, couldn’t hold Logan’s hand.

Logan’s heart gave a harsh lurch and he let his head duck beneath the spray, let the hard water pressure pound around him, willing the feeling to go away. But it wouldn’t. He’d felt it before. In fact, he was pretty sure that, especially lately, he’d been feeling it every damn night. Logan…

Logan wanted. And he wasn’t sure what he had was enough anymore.

“I want to,” Logan said suddenly, surprising himself. He breathed in the steam. His voice echoed against the tiles, making Finn and Leo turn to look at him.

He thought of Sirius, bending down to kiss Remus any time he wanted. He thought of Remus, casually using the word boyfriend when they were introduced to people.

No. It definitely wasn’t enough anymore. Logan was allowed, he just hadn’t been allowing himself.

“Want what?” Finn asked. His eyes flickered down to Logan’s cock. “Want to…”

Logan shook his head. Why was something that he wanted with every part of himself so hard to say?

“Lo?” Leo asked softly, and then his wet feet padded across the tiles a step until he could press himself along Logan’s back, arms around his waist, the way Logan liked to be held just before sleep. It was comforting. Warm.

Maybe everything on Logan’s face really was written out for Leo.

“I want to tell everyone,” He looked up at Finn, whose brown eyes widened, and then were unreadable. He was protecting himself, Logan realized, and felt a pang. It was probably an old instinct with him and Logan, one that was harder to kill than most. Logan needed them to know how much he meant this, but he wasn’t sure how.

“I want to tell everyone about us,” he said more clearly.

Leo’s hands tightened around him.

“Lo…” he breathed and Logan felt him breath in against his neck. Logan was out of the shower spray that Leo now stood beneath and he shivered. Maybe he should have waited, but this felt safe, like they were in their own little world. The water and steam rose and it was just the three of them.

“I know you two have been ready for a lot longer than I have,” Logan said. “But I…I’m done.” Finn took hesitant steps towards him until he was looking down at Logan, their chests close. He was looking hard, like he was searching for any sign of discomfort. Logan tried to tell him with his eyes. He cupped his hands around Leo’s, which rested on his stomach and squeezed. “I’m done holding back, I can’t do it anymore.”

Leo let out a breath, and Logan could tell he was smiling from it.

Finn was very still, staring down at Logan, who was protected from most of the shower spray by Finn’s back. Then, Finn put his hand over his eyes, the way he had the night they had brought the Cup back to Harvard, and sobbed. Then, unlike last time, he laughed.

“You were so mean to me because you want to tell the world we all love each other?”

Logan needed a minute to blink away his surprise.

“I wasn’t—mean,” Logan said, dismayed, and slapped Finn’s chest, not hard, but it left a pink mark on his pale, water-gleaming skin. “I was…thinking.”

Leo’s laugh from behind him was loud off of the tiles and Logan turned, hands finding their place on Leo’s slick ribs. Leo’s hair was darker, dripping into his eyes, but he was smiling like nothing bad could ever touch him again. Logan wanted to kiss him, but more than that he wanted him close. He ended up just resting his forehead against Leo’s chest, wrapping his arms tight around his waist.

“Only if you both want to,” Logan mumbled. “I…

“Come here,” Finn said. “Come here, baby.”

And then Logan was pressed between them, Leo’s cheek against the top of his head and Finn’s lips against his neck, smiling and laughing softly, giddily, and crying a little bit, too.

“I love you,” Finn whispered. “I love you, I love you both so fucking much.”

Leo sniffed and then tilted Logan’s chin up with his hand for a kiss. “Of course I want to.”

“Of course we want to,” Finn corrected. “Le.”

Leo raised his head to accept Finn’s bruising kiss, all teeth from his smile. Logan had only seen them smile like that a few times. He didn’t mean that he rarely saw them smile, only that this was a different sort of smile. It was so wide it shone, and it had been there the night they had finally gotten together. It had been there that past summer, in France. Finn had worn his when they’d won a championship at Harvard. When they’d won a Cup together. Leo had worn his the first time he’d gotten Logan to make a passable omelet. The first time Logan had stayed up with him when he couldn’t sleep. The first time Finn and Logan shared their reading-aloud tradition with him.

Logan added these smiles to his list and felt his own break across his mouth, even as he was scared. The fear tampered at the edge of his vision and he pushed it away. He watched them kiss, then duck to kiss him, and reveled in the thought of doing that whenever he pleased, wherever he wanted.

Their need of food pushed them out of the hot water eventually, and Logan felt clean in more ways than one. His mind tried to spin off into what it would be like, what the reaction would be. But other parts of himself wouldn’t quite let the panic in—which had never happened before. He listened to Finn, hyper on the knowledge that this was happening, talk about all the things they would do. Finn kept covering his eyes, grinning, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it. Leo and Logan shared an adoring look. Leo’s eyes looked bluer, somehow, and Logan, half dressed, had to walk over, press him against the wall, kissing him for a good few minutes before his stomach growled and Leo handed him a t-shirt.

“I’m not kidding,” Finn said as they sat around the kitchen counter and eating cheese and crackers while they waited for their food to arrive. “I’m like—my fucking heart hurts I’m so happy.”

Finn accentuated his statement by rocking dangerously back on his stool, and Logan pushed him upright, as he always did.

“You almost hit your head one time already today,” Leo warned. He was standing in the kitchen, across from them, slicing an apple. “If you do it again…”

“I know, I know,” Finn said, and used Logan’s proximity to pull his stool towards his own and kiss him, so sloppy and luxurious that Logan almost forgot how hungry he was.

“Dinner and a show,” Leo teased as he slid the plate forward before coming around and reclaiming his seat beside Logan. He got his hands on Logan’s stool and slid him backwards, right out of Finn’s arms. “My turn.”

Logan laughed. “This is a lot of sliding.”

Leo just nuzzled into his neck. “I’m really proud of you.”

Logan felt tears lodge in his throat, but he smiled. “I’m proud of you, too, mon soleil.”

Their buzzer rang, no doubt with their dinner.

“Oh,” Leo said, surprised, and looked at Logan. “Did you get a text saying they were here?”

Logan frowned, looking down at his phone. “No—oh, it died.”

Finn laughed as he rose to get the door. “I’ll get it.” He paused to brush a hand over Logan then Leo’s cheeks on his way.

“I’ll plug this in,” Logan said, and turned to kiss Leo. From the sharp angle it was more of a brush. “Be right back.”

“Okay,” Leo said, and then laughed when Logan didn’t move. “What?”

“Tes yeux bleus,” Logan smiled, and padded towards their room.

He stretched out his back, feeling his shoulder pop and stooped to plug the phone in. The red battery blinked up green at him.

“Hey, Lo, could you grab me a sweater?” Leo’s voice called. “The green one that we bought at your place in France?”

Logan smiled. “Ouais, mon cher.”

Leo loved that sweater, Logan thought as he shoved hangers around in one of their closets. He’d gotten on grandly with the two old women who owned the shop—who had been making Logan and his sisters beautiful clothing since Logan could remember. That had been one of his smiles, getting to take his boys there. Now if only he could find the sweater.

He had moved to the laundry hamper when his phone, having regained some charge, began to ring.

“Ah,” Logan grinned, pulling the green sweater from the clothes before turning to his phone. Martin Bailey’s name flashed up at him, his agent. Logan groaned. He’d been on him about an interview on Hockey Night for weeks. He answered anyway. Maybe he could begin to arrange a meeting about coming out.

Even the thought, the real, real thought, send a happy, nervous little shiver up Logan’s spine.

“Hey, Martin,” Logan said. “If this is about the interview next Thursday, I actually was thinking about something different. Maybe we push it off a little, and I’ll tell you more soon but—”

“Logan,” Martin said, and Logan wasn’t sure what it was but something in his voice made him stop. It made him sit down hard. He held the phone in a loose palm. He sat perfectly still on the bed. Their bed. He could hear Leo and Finn in the kitchen, their voices a murmur through the slightly open door.

“Where?” Logan asked, because there was no other explanation for the deadening silence on the other end of the line. “Where am I going?”

Martin had had his agent voice on from the moment Logan answered his phone. Logan felt a sick sort of surprise in his gut, then, when Martin sounded wrecked, sad, when he spoke.

“New York,” Martin replied. “Rangers. It’s all agreed, I…oh man, Tremblay, I know this is so…”

“For what?” Logan asked. Sometimes it was a player. Sometimes it was a draft pick.

“Kota Takahashi,” Martin said.

Logan knew him. He was talented. He’d been on the Capital’s cup winning team a few years back.

This is hockey, is what agents usually said. This is part of the deal. This is how it works. But Martin wasn’t just a usual agent. Maybe he didn’t know about Finn and Leo, but he knew the Lions. How close they were. Logan squeezed his eyes shut and, just for a moment, wished he was nineteen in Pascal’s basement room, cuddled up to Katie and a little homesick. He didn’t want his MVP. He didn’t want any attention.

“This is so difficult,” Martin said. “This is so difficult, this call tears me up, Logan. I’m sorry, I truly am. If it—God, if it makes you feel better, this came from up above, way above your Coach.”

Logan shut his eyes against his dark room. If he had left his phone dead. If he hadn’t stayed to find the sweater. He could have missed this call.

“You’re a fantastic hockey player,” Martin said. “And sometimes…God, what am I doing trying to explain it to you…”

If he had left his phone dead, he would have missed the call. He would have gotten one more night of…peace. Of being a Lion. Of being with them, without this.

Without this.

“You’re just the messenger, Marty,” Logan managed. He sounded blank, even to himself. He hadn’t known voices could sound blank. “I understand.”

“I’ll let you go,” Martin sighed. “Look, seriously, call me about anything, all right?”

Logan nodded, then felt dumb, but Martin seemed to understand because the line cut off.

Logan was left sitting in their dark room wearing a Lions sweatshirt that, suddenly, miraculously, didn’t feel like his own anymore. He heard Finn laugh at something from the other room. His head began to turn towards it, as if on instinct.

He could have missed the call.

“Lo!” Finn’s voice came. “Dinner’s ready!”

Logan didn’t think he could move. There was a buzzing filling his ears. His chest ached.

“Tremz!” Finn called. “Did you hear me?”

Logan looked down to see the green sweater in his hand. He dropped it, like it burned, and watched it pool around his feet.

“Baby?” Finn’s voice was closer now. The slice of light from the half open door widened on the floor as Finn entered the room. “Hey, what’s up? You okay?”

Finn crouched in front of him when he didn’t reply, hands warm on Logan’s thighs.

Logan had no choice but to look at him then. His brown eyes were concerned. His hair was a darker red, wet, like Logan’s, from the shower. Had that really been just tonight?

His world was burning up, right before his eyes.

“Sweetheart,” Finn murmured softly. His hands moved up and down Logan’s thighs once, soothing, before settling again. “Is it me? Lo, I’m totally fine. I’m better than fine, baby, I’m so happy right now.” He smiled, eyes still confused, worried, as to why Logan wasn’t doing the same. He pressed a kiss to Logan’s knee. “I can’t wait to hold your hand. I’ll kiss you right in the middle of Harvard Square, like we always wanted.”

Logan wasn’t sure he was breathing properly, and it was like his lungs forced a breath out of him when the tears sprung to his eyes. Finn’s eyes turned from concern to alarm.

“Logan,” he said, eyes glancing quickly around Logan’s body. “Shit, are you all right?” He pushed up Logan’s sweatshirt to look at his stomach, pressing tender hands to the skin, even leaning forward to look at his sides, his back, checking for what could be wrong, as if he thought Logan was injured, as if they hadn’t just been naked and beside each other. “Did you get hit, does something hurt? Logan—Leo!”

“Yeah?” Leo called.

“Come here, something’s wrong, come here,” Finn said, words cut short from panic. He pushed higher on his knees, cupping Logan’s chin in his hand, looking between his eyes. Logan just closed them. Finn’s hands moved to his cheeks. “Lo, hey, c’mon. C’mon, please talk to me.” Finn’s voice broke. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”

And then Leo was there, sitting on the bed next to him, hand on his back.

“Tremz?” Leo’s soft voice said, slightly higher with worry. He rubbed a hand over Logan’s back.

“He’s having like—fuck, Tremz, we don’t have to do anything. It’s okay, it’s okay, whenever you’re ready,” Finn took Logan’s hands in his, but one of them was still holding Logan’s phone. Finn took it and stared at it. “Did…did someone call you?”

Logan wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. They would never assume it was a trade. They didn’t think about things like that.

“Breathe, Lo,” Leo said, his hand pressed to Logan’s chest, mirroring the one already on Logan’s back. He rubbed it right over Logan’s pulse. “Who called you? You’re okay.”

Logan just shook his head, staring at the phone in Finn’s hands.

“No one called you?” Finn asked, and then took out his own phone, swiping it open. “Fuck, Lo, what? Was it a text? Twitter? What—”

“Non,” Logan gasped, and reached forward, hitting Finn’s phone, both of the phones, from Finn’s hands. They clattered on the floor. He didn’t think it would be online yet, but he didn’t know, and there was no way he was letting Finn and Leo find out like that.

The movement seemed to break whatever was holding everything in, holding him still, and the tears behind his eyes fell silently and he let out a shuttering breath. It didn’t feel like crying. It felt like something had broken open and he didn’t know how to close it again.

“Logan, I’m really scared,” Leo said, voice wavering. “Please talk to us. You came in here and got your phone and…”

“Martin,” Logan said. His throat hurt. His chest hurt, and the base of his skull.

“Martin,” Finn repeated. “Our agent?”

The word faded in his mouth, even as he said it. Logan shivered at the look that dropped down over his face, a look of realization. It was as if someone had opened a window. He was suddenly freezing, and Finn’s eyes were as blank as Logan’s voice had been. Leo’s hand stilled on his back. Logan realized he was shaking. If he unclenched his jaw, his teeth would be chattering. He could feel Leo’s eyes on him, and then Leo made a pained sound and dropped his forehead to Logan’s shoulder.

Finn’s hands fell away from his thighs as he sank back on his heels. Logan didn’t have Leo’s blue to hold his gaze to, so he drowned in Finn. It burned him right up. There was going to be nothing left if they didn’t say something soon.

“No,” Finn said, loud in the quiet room. His mouth curled up a little in a disbelieving smile. More like a grimace. “No.”

Leo’s hand was tight in Logan’s sweatshirt, holding on.

“Lo,” Leo whispered, pulling back to look at him. “Logan…”

Logan looked over at him, their noses brushing. He hoped he didn’t look as terrified as Leo did, if only for their sake. But he was. His heart was in his stomach like a lead weight. He wanted to comfort him, to reach up and wipe away the tears that made slightly darkened tracks down his cheeks. But both of their attention was pulled away by Finn, pushing himself to his feet.

“Finn,” Leo managed to say, but that was all before Finn was pushing out of the bedroom door.

Logan hadn’t caught a last glimpse of his face, but he jumped a little when there was a loud bang. Finn had hit something. There was no sounds following it. Logan didn’t know what to do with the silence. It sat heavily on his chest, making his breathing more ragged. He pictured Finn in the living room, motionless and torn apart.

He only snapped out of it when he felt Leo pull him in. He was crying, Logan realized, and wrapped his arms tightly around Leo’s waist.

“We’re okay,” Leo whispered. “We’re okay.”

Logan didn’t know if he was reassuring Logan or trying to convince himself.

All Logan knew was that today was Thursday, and he’d be gone by their next game on Saturday. Today was Thursday, and it was the middle of the season, and he’d be packing a suitcase tomorrow.

He’d just played his last game as a Lion. Tomorrow, he’d be sleeping for the last time in their bed. The last time for he didn’t know how long.

#vaincre lumosinlove #sweater weather lumosinlove #wolfstar #wolfstar au #hockey au #Harry Potter au #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #sirius/remus #remus/sirius #o'knutzy #Logan tremblay #Leo knut #finn o'hara #Leo/finn/logan #smut #angst #fluff

[blueeyedheizer]

► ► Prompt list

༄ؘ BEN HARDY:

#14 "Has he ever touched you like this?" + #18 “We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” (Four/Billy) NSFW (no smut)

#Ø Personal Prompt (Seb) NSFW 🔞

#9 "You’re late." "Yeah I would’ve got here on time, but I didn’t want to.” + #22 "Be a good girl and spread your legs." (Seb) NSFW 🔞

#16 "Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum?" + #24 "If you leave the house wearing that, I'm bending you over the bed the second you come home" (Four/Billy) NSFW 🔞

#16 "Since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum?" + 25 "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it." (Seb) NSFW 🔞

#22 "Be a good girl and spread your legs." (Seb) NSFW 🔞

༄ؘ DEAN-CHARLES CHAPMAN:

#4 "I want to help you. So please, let me." + #6 "You're cold. Here, take my jacket." (Tom)

#11 “Don’t raise your fucking voice at me.” + #21 "We really shouldn’t be doing this..." (Matt) NSFW (no smut)

#13 "It’s just going to be for one night and there will be so much food and drinks and it’s all free, you just need to say yes and maybe take my hand a few times that night." + #21 "We really shouldn’t be doing this..." (Matthew)

#16 "Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum?" + #19 "It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.” (Matt) NSFW 🔞

#19 "It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.” + #20 "Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago" (Matt) NSFW 🔞

#12 "I don't... I've never... been in a relationship before and I'm going to make mistakes... I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me." + #1 "Kiss me." (Matt)

#5 "Tell me you love me again and i'll be yours" + #1 "Kiss me." (Matthew)

#10 "You look exhausted, are the nightmares getting bad again?" + #4 “I want to help you, so please let me.” (Matt)

#9 "You’re late." "Yeah I would’ve got here on time, but I didn’t want to.” + #2 "You always smile like an idiot when you're talking to her/him." "You're jealous aren't you?" "I'm not jealous." (Matt)

#2 You always smile like an idiot when you're talking to her/him (Matt)

༄ؘ FINN COLE:

#14 "Has he ever touched you like this?" + #15 "It's taking everything in me not to fuck the living shit out of you right now." (Michael) NSFW 🔞

#6 "You're cold. Here, take my jacket/coat" + #13 "It’s just going to be for one night and there will be so much food and drinks and it’s all free, you just need to say yes and maybe take my hand a few times that night." (Michael)

#2 "You always smile like an idiot when you're talking to her/him." "You're jealous aren't you?" "I'm not jealous." (Michael)

#11 “Don’t raise your fucking voice at me.” + #4 “I want to help you, so please let me.” (J Cody)

#blurb event vol.3 #ben hardy x reader #billy/four x reader #ben hardy smut #michael gray imagine #michael gray x reader #peaky blinders x reader #michael gray fanfic

[s1ater]

having a secret relationship with j cody would include.

about. being involved with a super close family makes it hard to have any secrets, but fortunately, you and j are still in the clear.

warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, gif not mine, they’re not related in any way in this fic

put a pin in this: um i have a major crush on finn cole

he was quite quiet when you first met him. very polite and kept to himself when he felt nobody needed his attention and when he got comfortable enough- he eventually would disappear for certain amounts of times to his girlfriends house

you were jealous because whoever she was, she knew more about him than all of you combined and he probably talked to her more than he did at his new home

you felt a small amount of jealousy when you first discovered this through smurf and even more after you bumped into her while she was trying to sneak out and you were trying to sneak back in

she was pretty and it made something in your chest tighten but you still grinned silently, shaking your head as you watched her smile sheepishly at you with her shoes in hand and one of j’s shirts swallowing her whole

nicky.

eventually, his relationship with her ended after another heist was planned and begun to unfold before all of you and you could finally breathe again

after all your pockets were stuffed with money and the pressure of not getting arrested was relieved from your shoulders, time was made for you and j to get to know each other

he was sweet and smart (not that you couldn’t already tell) and held himself high but you could tell a lot was wearing him down by the way his eyes seemed sunken

he reminded you of a kicked puppy dog.

one drunken night by the pool where the moon was high in the sky and your head was leaned against his knee while he sat in a lounge chair, his lips ended up on yours after heated hesitation and eyes flickering between your own and your lips

your hand cupped his face as he was leaned down and close to you from his sitting position before he pulled away slowly, his face unreadable (like always)

no words were shared

the night ended fast after that with a silent kiss on your forehead and his thumb gliding against your cheekbone

but the days that followed carried no affection but only stolen looks and glances of nervousness dilating his eyes

you dreaded those days, feeling lonely and deprived of something

it wasn’t until the two of you stumbled across each other in the hall a week later around midnight did you finally press skin against skin

he was eager, almost as if he felt just as lonely as you did

his lips pressed against yours before quickly reaching your neck, sucking and biting, causing your knees to go weak before he finally rushed the two of you into his room

from there on, the two of you fell into secret touches, kisses, and all things affectionate

the two of you always sat by each other at dinner, legs pressed against one another and almost always he’d give your thigh a squeeze

and if not by each other, across from one another where you’d teasingly run your leg up against his in some form of seduction

he’d glare at you

when the house was fully empty (which was often times rare) the two of you always shared the best moments full of holding one another, cooking, and if the two of you were lucky enough, and the house was empty when it got dark, the two of you went skinny dipping in the pool

but there were too many times where the two of you almost got caught

you don’t know how many times craig or deran walked in on the two of you, but if it wasn’t for j’s quick reflexes and pushing you off the bed, you’d probably be exposed

quickies in the shower

sometimes sweet whispers in your ear and sometimes naughty ones that made your cheeks burn

in the earlier days, when the two of you were still in high school, the two of you would study together and sometimes even ditch class

he’s kinda obsessed with you and since the two of you are on the DL, that means boys still openly flirt with you and he gets jealous easily

vice versa when girls come on to him but when you get jealous, he thinks it’s cute and pinches your cheeks

quick kisses

inside jokes

craig, deran, pope, and baz, notice a change in you and finding it off putting

“why are you always so happy all of a sudden,” craig would look at you weirdly with a arched brow and frown. “it’s fucking weird.”

“yeah, y/n/n,” deran would replicate the same look, “you on some drugs now or some shit?”

j laughs about it quietly to himself

“you enjoy my company a little more than you let on, sweetheart?”

#j cody #j cody imagine #j cody x reader #finn cole #finn cole imagine #finn cole x reader #michael gray #michael gray imagine #michael gray x reader #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders #animal kingdom #josh cody #josh cody x reader #josh cody imagine #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #animal kingdom x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #angst

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Kinktober Masterlist; 2021

Main Masterlist

Day 1- Thigh riding(Nick Jackson)

Day 2- Temperature play(Sasha Banks)

Day 3- Double penetration(Baron Corbin/Roman Reigns)

Day 4- Toys(Damian Priest)

Day 5- Bondage(Carmella)

Day 6- Exhibition(Jungle Boy)

Day 7- Brat Taming(Mark Sterling)

Day 8- Praise(Marko Stunt)

Day 9- Degration(Kenny Omega)

Day 10- Size(Adam Cole)

Day 11- Dumbification(Chuck Taylor)

Day 12- Denial(Adam Page)

Day 13- Overstimulation(Tony Khan)

Day 14- Omegavers(Matt Jackson)

Day 15- Impact play(Finn Balor)

Day 16- Breeding(Matt Jackson)

Day 17- Gagging(MJF)

Day 18- Cock warming(Orange Cassidy)

Day 19- Face sitting(Kenny Omega)

Day 20- pet play(Jon Moxley)

Day 21- Blood(Kenny Omega)

Day 22- masterbation(Hook)

Day 23- Jealous(Chuck Taylor)

Day 24- Hate Fuck(Randy Orton)

Day 25- Innocent(Nick Jackson)

Day 26- Face fucking(Kenny Omega)

Day 27- Age difference(Jay White)

Day 28- Dry humping(Tony Khan)

Day 29- Sharing(Hook/Ricky Starks)

Day 30- Spitting(Christian Cage)

Day 31- recorded(Roman reigns)

#aew #fanfiction #wwe #kenny omega #wrestling #nick jackson #request #hangman adam page #Adam Cole #Roman reigns #Orange Cassidy #Tony Khan #masterlist #Kinktober

[milkytheholy1]

Oneshots masterlist

Prompt list

Fluff = 🌸

Angst = 💢

Requested = (R)

Finn wolfhard - nervous - reader believes Finn would never love them but Finn has a surprise. 🌸 Female reader

Richie Tozier - sure, like kissing? - reader gets dumped, Richie is here to help. 🌸 Gender neutral reader

TFA Bumblebee

Awards evening - the bots receive a letter inviting them to city hall, bumblebee gets nervous around the reader and refuses to go. 🌸 Female reader

Love like you - song from Steven universe. 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Transform and roll out! - based on the first episode. 🌸 Female reader.

Ducktales

It involves fire - the McDuck family are trapped. 🌸

I said I'm sorry - reader does something reckless on an adventure, Scrooge has a talk with them resulting in tears. 💢 Female reader

Sonic the Hedgehog

Shadow the hedgehog - Training - rouge has a feeling. 🌸 Female reader

Shadow the hedgehog - Mission report - reader is trying to hide some injuries, shadow isn't having any of it. 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Shadow the hedgehog - protector

Shadow the hedgehog - the infection

Shadow the hedgehog - warming up to you. Part 2 Part 3

Shadow the hedgehog - before you

Tails the fox - slow dance with you - reader is a singer, tails has a crush. (R) 🌸 Female reader

Shadow the hedgehog - Gone

Shadow the hedgehog - The Prime Target

Sonic the hedgehog - trapped P1 P2

Ben Schwartz

Wasn't there a vase there? - reader has a bad day, Ben cheers them up. (R) 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Blue boy - jealous Ben. (R) 🌸 Female reader

Jean Ralphio

You're real? - no one believes John ralphio has a girlfriend. (R) 🌸 Female reader

Quarantine and chill? - quarantine with your favourite person. (R) 🌸 Female reader

Other

Dipper pines - promise me - dipper has to make some promises to the reader. 🌸 Female reader

RGB - sleep well - it's time to rest with the hum of the television. (R) 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Ghostbusters - Egon Spengler

Christmas party - the gang get invited to the mayor's annual Christmas party, with liquid confidence you confront Egon. 🌸 Female reader

You cheeky boy, Egon! - the reader scurries around to find Egon the best Christmas present, but the annual Christmas party has other plans. 🌸 Gender neutral reader.

Peacemaker - Vigilante

It's a Vigilante thing - Female reader 🌸

Ninjago

Cole - Family female reader

Movie!Cole - Ninjago City. Gender neutral reader

Cole - Feel You - gender neutral reader

Cole - Hypno Sweethearts - female reader

Cole - Double Trouble - female reader

#fandom #fan #reader #bad batch tech x reader #fanficition #fanfic #oneshot #x reader #finn wolfhard x reader #ben schwartz #jean ralphio #sonic and tails #shadowxreader #shadow the hedgehog #star wars clone wars #gravity falls dipper #ducktales scrooge #ducktales #bumblebee #transformers bumblebee

[smallheathgangsters]

IMO Michael most likely always been built up to become an enemy, IMO his family tie is not that strong and imo i never felt he and his cousins were that close/warm and in end of s4 Tommy and Michael relationship begins to sour, Michael clearly begins show his not that loyal he claims he chose his mum or w.e but he knew Tommy might die and said nothing, Michael to me always felt someone who wanted more, he ditched his adoptive family and now his no longer loyal to his cousins/felt loyal cause it

i got quite a few asks about michael, i assume they are all from the same anon. if not, i am sorry. but even if not, they fit perfectly with the other asks and i thought i'd put them all together in this post, instead of going through every single one lol.

"suited him/wanted prove himself and now maybe feels he no longer has to and his relationship towards tommy and his cousins has soured but imo i never felt they were that close or warm towards each other."

"No offense but sadly Michael is the expendable member of the family now... so his now the villain to go up against Tommy/create drama/tension in the family, but it is possible his character was always intended to be a villain/enemy, being shocked by Michael sudden change doesn't mean ruined him people can change and people question did ever really know this person etc, also people have trusted the wrong people etc, finn cole did say Michael is a predator who exploits people."

"I feel maybe that why Tommy and Michael got along when Michael was learning from Tommy as they similar etc and is now exact reason now they butting heads lol, from moment Tommy met Michael is obvious Michael was stubborn etc and someone Tommy have to watch out for xd, Michael looked up to Tommy maybe cause wanted to be him."

"IMO Michael relationship with his cousins has not been really strong, John seemed jealous, Arthur didn't like Michael standing up to him, it like they expect Michael loyalty but it not like they been strongly loyal to him either, imo i never got the impression they that close as cousins while they did seem some loyalty it never felt that strong."

"Watching that scene with Michael and Tommy when he says he makes up his own mind, hits different seeing how their relationship is now and pretty obvious/hints this route was always going to go down ."

"didn't Tommy sell out his whole family, almost got them all hanged but Michael evil for trying to take his crown?"

"I agree i feel he wanted to impress his cousins/Tommy and prove himself, but his relationship with Tommy begin to sour and it goling to his head his like f u Tommy i going to take you're place/ the role i think i deserve/ maybe wants to now be Tommy."

i agree with most parts. about john: he was jealous, but i understood his jealousy a lot. he's already done so much shit for tommy, doing a lotttt of dirty work and suddenly this cousin shows up and is more of a priority than him and arthur.

i agree, that michael being the potential villian doesn't mean that his character has to end up in a bad way. really, anything could happen in s6.

michael isn't the type of evil tommy is. still, michael ruined their business in america and still came back telling everyone what to do. perhaps he is a little over his head with all of this, not seeing what he did wrong and i believe he's really bad at admitting his own mistakes and admitting that he fucked up. but, let's be honest, tommy couldn't either.

i'm just really excited to see what happens with michael and tommy. maybe we'll get a happy ending, maybe not. i'm excited for either. michael is trying to go his own way and it can go wrong, but it could also go right. we don't know yet.

#ask leah #anon mail! #michael gray

[ilovefinncole]

NEW FINN CONTENT: Finn with Jake Weary, Vera Bulder and friends

#finn cole #jake weary #vera bulder #friends #best buddies #who is that woman with him? #i’m so jealous #he’s so cute #finn #MR FINN COLE #NEW FINN CONTENT

[itsadamcole]

imagines masterlist

S = smut || F = fluff || A = angst || N = nsfw

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Solo Imagines

Adam Cole:

You Should Be Sad (A)

One Last Night (S A)

Get Well Soon (F)

I Still Get Jealous (A S)

Takeover Heel Turn (S)

Risky (S)

‘Hangman’ Adam Page:

Panama City Cowboy - featuring Adam Cole (S)

Alexa Bliss:

You’re My Person (A)

Dominik Mysterio:

Not My Enemy (F)

Drew McIntyre:

Scottish Psychopath (S)

Nepenthe (S)

Alive (S)

Miss Boss (A S)

Finn Balor:

It’s a Celebration (F)

Caught (S)

First Time (S F)

Heaven Knows (S)

Talk Back (A S)

Live a Little (S)

Fix You (A F)

Welcome Home (S)

You’re My NXT Champion (F)

Jon Moxley:

But ... it’s Valentine’s Day (S F)

Kyle O’Reilly:

Talk To Me (F)

Pre-show Ritual (S)

Frenemies (A S)

Another Year Around The Sun (F S)

Rhea Ripley:

Number One Moms (F)

Disappearing Act (F A)

Lace in this Case (S)

Tyler Breeze:

Tyler the Tease (S)

I wish (F S)

Til Death Do You Part (F)

Not My Sister (A S)

Undisputed Era:

Tag Team - Adam Cole / Roderick Strong (S)

Xavier Woods:

Giving Thanks (F)

Distraction (N)

Series Imagines

Adam Cole

Room 431 - part 1 (S) | part 2 (S A) | part 3 (A F)

Bet - part 1 (A) | part 2 (S A F)

Drew McIntyre

One Night Stand - part 1 (S) | part 2 (A F)

Arranged - part 1 (A F) | part 2 (F S)

Finn Balor

Graduation Day - part 1 (S) | part 2 (S A) | part 3 (S A F) | part 4 (S F) | part 5 (S F A)

Fluffmas / Christmas Imagines (2020)

All I Want (For Christmas): part 1 - Roderick Strong (A)

All I Want (For Christmas): part 2 - Roderick Strong (F)

You’re Not Broken - Kyle O’Reilly (A F)

You’re Not Broken: part 2 - Kyle O’Reilly (A)

Handsome Stranger - Drew McIntyre (F S)

Under the Mistletoe - Nick Jackson (F)

Engaged for the Holidays - Adam Cole (F)

Last Christmas - Finn Balor (A S)

Last Christmas: part 2 - Finn Balor (A S)

Christmas Baby - Drew McIntyre (F)

Birthday in December - Adam Cole (F S)

I Might Fall Apart - Finn Balor (A F S)

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus - Drew McIntyre (F)

Christmas Eve Party - Roderick Strong (S A)

Family Gathering - Kyle O’Reilly (F S)

The Christmas Work Party - Tyler Breeze (S)

Angels in the Snow - Tyler Breeze (F)

A Very Sexy Christmas - Finn Balor (S)

Christmas Lights - Drew McIntyre (A)

Christmas Lights: pt. 2 - Drew McIntyre (A)

Christmas Lights: pt. 3 - Drew McIntyre (A F)

Christmas Lights: pt. 4 - Drew McIntyre (F S)

Christmas at the Strong’s - Roderick Strong (F)

Christmas with Benefits - ‘Hangman’ Adam Page (F S)

#wwe imagine #wrestling imagine #wwe smut #imagines #fluff #smut #masterlist #imagine masterlist #wwe fluff #wwe

[pennylanefics]

lipstick stain - finn cole

a/n: i literally wrote this in like 20 minutes 🤣 thanks to the anon who sent the idea in and i’m sorry it’s so short and not the best :(

•••

finn was gone by the time you woke up. you didn’t think he had to shoot anything today, so you were confused as to why he wasn’t home with you. he didn’t leave any note or text either, so you were left in the dark.

pushing it aside, you go on with your day, lounging around the house and binging a tv show you’ve been wanting to watch. still, you receive no message from finn. you try calling him, but he doesn’t answer. it was starting to worry you and make your mind wander.

did he run off because he wasn’t happy with you? did he go on a secret trip without you because he didn’t want you there with him? you had no idea and it was driving you crazy.

finally, around ten o’clock at night, he comes strolling in, sighing heavily and dropping his things to the floor.

“finn?” you call out, popping your head out of the kitchen. he smiles when he sees you and you go back to fixing your cup of tea before heading into the living room to talk.

“hey, how was your day?” you ask, taking a seat on the couch. he shrugs his coat off and hangs it up, turning to face you again. but, an image catches your attention. dark yet bright red lipstick smudges cover his neck.

“what the fuck is that?!” you snap, glaring at his neck. he looks at you in a strange way, confused about what you were talking about.

“so you disappear all fucking day because you’re cheating on me?! and didn’t think to wipe the fucking lipstick that whore left on your neck?!” finn’s hand flies to his skin and wipes it, a smile appearing on his lips as he shakes his head.

he takes a seat next to you and reaches for your hand, but you back away.

“love, i was filming,” he says softly. “i got called in by the director early in the morning and forgot to mention it. it was a really busy day because he has to cut filming short due to personal reasons, so we had to shoot quite a lot.”

“then why is there lipstick on you?!”

“i had to shoot a love scene with anya,” he chuckles, grabbing your hand for real this time. “and i guess i didn’t realize that she left lipstick behind.”

“oh…” you taper off, feeling embarrassed. your cheeks heat up and you hide your face in your hands.

“babe, it’s okay. don’t be embarrassed,” he coos, rubbing your back.

“i literally yelled at you and accused you of cheating before asking if you were filming.”

“i should have told you i was filming. and i admit, it does look bad that i still have lipstick on me.”

“so we agree that it’s both of our fault’s? i should have asked, and you should have told me?” finn laughs and pulls you into his arms, laying back on the couch.

“agreed. so, what did you do all day?”

“nothing. laid around, missing you.”

“well, i’m here now.” you glance up at him and grin, kissing him sweetly for the first time in over twelve hours.

“hm, i missed you,” you whisper after pulling away.

“me too.”

“so, how was your love scene?” you had always loathed the fact that finn had to do them, but you knew it was his job, and he always reminded you of how much he loves you.

“as they usually go. why? a bit jealous?” he teases. you push yourself off of his body and finish of your cup of tea.

“no,” you mumble. but he sees right through you.

“you are jealous, love.”

“okay fine, i am. but i know it’s your job and you have to and it’s always fake and-”

“let’s head upstairs, yeah?” he murmurs, kissing at your neck softly. his voice was full of lust and you could tell what he wanted.

“sounds good,” you smile, watching as he jumps up and follows you.

•••

@peakyxtommy

#finn cole #finn cole imagine #finn cole x reader #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic

[jamesbvck]

i don’t know who i’m more jealous of in dreamland; finn cole kissing margot robbie or margot robbie kissing finn cole.

#dreamland #margot robbie #finn cole #what a time