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queen-scribbles · 9 months

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Chin or hush from those prompts for any wayhaven couple you so choose 😊

Chin for Kasey/Mason, with a bonus of Kasey & Adam brotp. :D (Hush is here with Janine/Felix)

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There were times Kasey wondered why she bothered with combat training. For all her eyerolls whenever Adam or Mason spouted off about supernatural superiority, they were... not wrong. Unfortunately.

She yelped and just managed to dodge a swipe at her head. "Don't actually hit me, you--"

Adam caught her wild swing back, letting her hand drop soon as he stopped the attempted hit. "You are thinking too much," he scolded. "While it's good to approach a fight tactically, you are trying to plan as if fighting another human."

Kasey crossed her arms and arched a brow at him. She'd take the lecture if it meant she got even a teensy break, but not without a little pushback. "And what, the rules don't apply?"

"No," Adam said, mirroring her stance. "Not when the difference in ability is so severe."

"Thanks for sugarcoating it," she snarked.

" I believe I have known you long enough to note you dislike being coddled, but I can put it in even harsher terms if you prefer," he retorted. His expression softened fractionally. "It does you no good to underprepare, Agent."

"Isn't everything I do underprepared for dealing with the supernatural?" Kasey growled in frustration as she raked hair out of her face. The shiny new title made her lack in certain areas sit even heavier in her thoughts.

"That's why you have us," Adam said. "To support you, protect you, train you."

"I'm shit at fighting anyway, Adam. Even before you throw in all the supernatural benefits." She smacked the back of her hand lightly against one of his massive biceps. Though those were probably hard work more than anything.

"Which is why you train." He let his arms fall, hands swinging at his sides. "You will not magically improve without practice. Returning to my initial point; you cannot try to plan your fight with a supernatural as you would a human--watching for patterns or tells. You will have to trust your instincts. Even that may not be enough--"

There it is, she thought dryly.

"--but it should at least buy you time. Now." He squared his shoulders. "Try again."

Even with the pep talk, such as it was, Kasey didn't manage to land a single hit over the next half hour. She came close a couple times, but didn't actually make contact. Adam landed every light tap (and held a few back from contact) aimed at her. He finally called it when she cursed with yet another miss.

"Finished rubbing it in?" Kasey panted, beelining for her water bottle.

He chuckled, the bastard. "You are improving, Kasey."

"Says the man who hasn't even broken a fucking sweat," Kasey groused.

"I said you were improving," Adam shrugged, "one of the benefits to age--few opponents are a challenge."

"Yeah, yeah," she huffed. "Go... beat up an elephant, or something else big."

Adam shook his head, but he was smiling as he turned to leave. "I will see you later, Agent."

Kasey grunted an affirmative, mid-swig from her water, and watched him go. She couldn't help being annoyed at herself, despite his encouragement. She knew being human limited her going up against supernaturals. She knew there was only so much she could do to minimize that, short of becoming a vampire herself. Didn't make it any less annoying to get handed her ass in a fight, she mused, eyeing the training equipment scattered around the room.

With a final deep drink from the water bottle and swipe at her face with her towel, Kasey pushed off the bench and strode for the punching bag. She had improved enough to know how to throw a decent punch in a few different ways. She practiced all of them, unleashing a salvo against the bag until she sensed a presence behind her.

"Adam said you were done."

She suppressed the instinctive flinch and skipped heartbeat at unexpected company, throwing on a smirk before she pivoted. "Aw, sunshine, you miss me that bad?"

"Yeah," Mason said with a shrug, and the casualness of it put her on her back foot for a moment before he matched her smirk. "You're more fun than anyone else around here."

"Felix will be crushed, but right back atcha," Kasey winked.

"So, if you wanna keep working up a sweat, why not do it with me?"

She huffed a wry laugh, stumbled a little when the punching bag swung into her back. "That would be more fun..."

Mason studied her for a moment, raking one hand through his hair. "Why are you still here? Beating people up has never been a special interest of yours."

"I dunno," Kasey shrugged, "just felt like I need more practice for my new line of work. Beating people up seems to happen a lot."

"Only since we met you, sweetheart," Mason snorted.

She chewed the inside of her cheek, debating the next part. "I want... I want to be better prepared. For the future." She ducked past him to start collecting her stuff, the words not ones she wanted to say looking him in the eye. "If going to toe to toe with supernaturals is gonna happen a lot" --she suppressed a shudder at the thought of Sin. Of fucking Murphy. --"which it seems to, I'd like to at least sort of hold my own. Even as a poor little mortal."

Mason was at her side, catching her arm, as she headed for the door. "Kasey."

She puffed out a sigh, ruffling her bangs. "...I didn't hit Adam one bloody time through the whole thing, didn't dodge him once, either." Shoved open the door to start down the hall. "If I can't even manage against a friend and teammate who's trying to help me train--"

Mason snorted, easily keeping pace. "Sweetheart, if beating Adam in a fight was the bar for joining the unit, none of us would fucking be here. He's nine hundred year old and his idea of relaxing is kicking my ass or Nate's ass or someone's ass."

"That's my point, though," Kasey said, lightly kicking the wall as she walked. "I don't need to beat him, but not even one hit, Mason. Not one. If I can't do that with stakes as low as a training match, what happens with something more serious?" She leaned against the wall near her door. "Do I even belong here if you guys are gonna have to keep an eye on me every single fight?" She rubbed the faint scars on her wrist.

"You say that like I mind keeping an eye on you," Mason smirked, letting the tip of one fang show as he bit his lip. But the flirtation vanished and he stepped forward, distractingly close, trapping her against the wall. He hooked a finger under her chin to tip it up, his thumb brushing light arcs over her jaw. "And of course you belong here. Hell, at this point I don't know how we'd cope without you."

"So you've said," Kasey mumbled, trying very hard not to let her thoughts drift to the sentence that had followed that statement before.

"And I don't like having to repeat myself," he said, faint rumble of a growl on the words. "Just because you're not as good in a fight as Adam doesn't mean we don't need you. But if you need something to distract you from bullshit doubts..." his gaze dipped to her mouth and back up as he smirked, "I'm happy to oblige."

"My hero," she deadpanned with a matching smirk and tugged him in by his shirt collar for a kiss. "You gonna help me get all sweaty again now?" she mumbled as her arm slid around his neck.

"The fun way this time, sweetheart," Mason promised, pressing close enough Kasey could feel his crystal digging into her chest. He slid his hands down her thighs and hiked her up to wrap her legs around his waist.

Kasey obliged, one hand groping for her doorknob as the other arm tightened around his neck and she kissed him again. "I'm holdin' you to that, sunshine."

Mason just chuckled and sucked a hickey at the base of her throat as the door finally yielded to her blind attempts and they all but tumbled into her room.

He was, per usual, as good as his word.

#queens fic #kasey valentine #mason #adam du mortain #kasey/mason #kasey & adam #kasey's been the one who was most interested in going all vampire from the earliest in the story #initially just bc she thinks it's hot #now she's starting to notice the Other Benefits #love me some supportive!mason <3 #love that the first time i wrote him and adam it was so HARD and i wasn't sure how much i'd write them #and NOW i love it #still ''easier'' to write nate and felix but mason and adam are so FUN bc they're not as open about their feelings #so it's all body language and tic X means Y and it's GREAT

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lumosinlove · 3 years

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Vaincre

part iii

cw: brief, non-graphic mention of injury and medical assistance

September

Only blue talk and love

Remember

How we knew love was here to stay

Summer hadn’t truly felt over until Remus saw Regulus standing in the airport, bags checked for New York and backpack slung over one shoulder.

“Well,” Regulus said, shifting a little between his feet. “Here goes.”

Remus laughed. “It’s going to be amazing, Reg.”

“Maybe. Hopefully.”

“It will,” Sirius said. “But if you need anything we’re…what? A four hour drive?”

Remus nodded. “Yeah, you can call.”

Regulus huffed out a laugh. “You two sound like worried parents.”

Sirius laughed, too. “I’m just glad we know what those sound like now.”

Regulus’ expression shifted, tightening. He nodded, seemed to hang in hesitation for a moment, and then walked forward two steps and threw his arms around Sirius. Sirius froze, too, with his hands in his pockets, and then wrapped his little brother up tight.

“It’s not your fault, you know,” Remus heard Regulus murmur softly. “I don’t really think you left me there. With them.”

Sirius made an indistinguishable sound, and Remus took a step back, giving them space and not sure if he was fighting tears or a smile. He used to just think about how he could kill Sirius and Regulus’ parents if he had the chance, but now, seeing how far the brothers had come, he wasn’t sure they were worth the time at all.

“Come home sometimes, okay?” Sirius said. “D’accord?”

“Ouais,” Regulus said.

They pulled apart slowly, both a little bright-eyed. Sirius laughed wetly, wiping his face.

“And make good friends.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow. “I think that’s supposed to be good choices.”

Sirius reached out for Remus’ hand. “Good friends are good choices.”

“Ah,” Regulus hitched his pack farther up his shoulder. “Of course.”

“Call when you get there, too,” Remus cut in. “My mom would definitely want me to say that.”

Regulus waved them off. “Okay, that’s enough parenting. I’m going now.”

Sirius held Remus’ hand tight as they watched Regulus go through security and then disappear with a wave, sliding his headphones on. He let out a long, unsteady breath.

“Merde.”

“Love ya,” Remus smiled, reaching up to wipe a tear from Sirius’ cheek.

Sirius glanced down at him. “He’s going to be fine.”

“He is,” Remus nodded.

“He forgives me.”

“No,” Remus said. “He told you that you never did anything wrong.”

Sirius let out another tearful laugh, sniffing. “Right. You’re right.”

Remus pushed up on his toes to kiss his cheek. “Wanna get dinner?”

“Ouais. That sounds perfect.”

They wandered the summer soft streets, cooled by the evening and by approaching September. Remus was torn between being ready to let summer go, and never wanting it to end at the same time.

It’s good to hear a packed Hogwarts Stadium again, huh, Dean? Even if just for a preseason game against our New York Rangers neighbors.

Right, Lee? I love this post-summer feeling, and I know our Lions do, too. Especially excited to see what our new talent has to offer. This’ll be fan’s first glimpse at Lupin and Reyes, our two…well, I suppose rookie wouldn’t be quite as perfect a word for Lupin as it is for Reyes. We’re used to Lupin’s face around here, huh.

That we are. Not used to seeing what is rumored to be some very quick feet on him, though. As far as testing went, that is.

Right, the bike test. As well as strength. Who knows. This could be building up to a very interesting season.

Remus stared up at the TV mounted on the wall as he peddled slowly on the stationary bike, keeping his legs warm. He felt bizarre, and had been dodging any type of media to avoid having to talk about it. He was dreading post-game. Every time he tried to think of something to say, his mind went blank.

I’m happy to be here.

I never thought I would be here.

The other half of his brain was trying to compute that it wouldn’t just be the preseason, practice scrimmages he was used to. It wouldn’t just been his team, his friends, out there. Not that it would be a full fledged game, either. No one looked to crushing blows during a preseason game. It was about getting warm. Remus was thankful for it. He didn’t know how he was going to feel when he put his jersey on. When he stepped out onto the ice. He had been nervous enough for the fitness testing.

“You’re literally the fastest guy here,” Finn had said after he’d gotten off of the bike—with the highest score. It had made him feel better, but he knew he wouldn’t really be settled until until coach called his name from the line card.

“Loops,” Logan said, swinging onto the bike beside him. “I keep running into you.”

Remus smiled. “Looks like we having similar warm-up routines.”

“Apparemment,” Logan nodded, turning up the resistance. “Nervous?”

Remus nodded. “Yeah. I am.”

Logan nodded, but stayed quiet and Remus was thankful. Everyone tried to talk him out of it, Sirius included, and he loved them for that, but at the same time, this was nice, too.

“Me too, sort of,” Logan said, and they traded a smile before looking back up at the Gryffindor pre-game show.

“All right,” Coach Arthur Weasley clapped his hands and gestured to the side of the room where the assistant coaches and staff were standing. The whole locker room was flooded with energy of all kinds—nervous, excited—and it flowed through those not in uniform, too. “We all know Moody. We all know our coaches. Mason, Alexandra, and Dan. We all know our PTs—should I say new PTs—“ there were some laughs. “Lars and Layla.”

“Double-Ls,” Thomas whooped.

Layla gave two thumbs up, and Lars remained stoic, arms crossed. He hadn’t said much since arriving aside from the occasional wise-cracking joke delivered without a trace of a smile.

“Who’s captain serious now, eh?” Thomas leaned in to whisper, and Remus suppressed a smile, glancing at Sirius—who was wearing an almost equally focused expression on his face, completely still where he sat a few stalls down, past Thomas and James. Remus glanced around the locker room, down the crescent-shaped row. Kasey and Leo, on opposite ends, were both geared up. Finn and Leo were sharing AirPods. Remus knew Kasey had worked hard over the summer, rehabbing his thigh, strengthening and increasing flexibility. He knew Leo was happy to be his back-up, but part of him wondered what Leo thought about all the games he had played in the play-offs, only to be placed right back on the bench now. It happened to a lot of guys—some were called up for injury, only to be sent right back down to the farm team when injuries healed. But Remus thought it was different for goalies. He hoped Coach wouldn’t leave Leo sitting on the bench for too long.

“Who’s calling first line?” Coach asked, and held the card out to Sirius. “Cap?”

Remus didn’t realize until the cheers broke out that he could be loud with the rest of them, and gave his stall a few bangs as Sirius rose, hat keeping his hair back. His eyes found Remus’ briefly once had turned towards them with the card, and Remus’ breath caught at his beaming grin.

“Okay, boys, first line,” Sirius said. “We’ve got Pots.”

Clap.

“Tremzy.”

Thomas drum-rolled his stall.

Sirius smiled. “Myself.”

Finn put two fingers in his mouth and whistled.

“And on D, Olli and Timmy.”

While the boys burst into chatter again, Remus watched Sirius hand the card back to Coach, and caught his eye again, raising an eyebrow. Sirius held up Thomas’ number, and Jackson’s. Remus nodded to himself. That could be the third or fourth line, and he’d played well with both of them in scrimmages. It made sense. He could work with that.

And it meant he’d get to watch Sirius out there. At least that wouldn’t change.

“All right,” Coach laughed, putting his glasses back on and turning towards the other coaches. “Get dressed, get dressed.”

Remus had sat in his stall quite a few times by now. For his promo-pictures at the beginning of the summer—the first time he had slipped his jersey on, too, right over his suit and tie. But sitting in it now, strapping his pads over his bare chest before a game, a game where he would be up against other NHL players…that was different.

“You’re one of those?” Thomas snorted, flicking Remus’ bare ribs. “Doesn’t the velcro scratch?”

Remus laughed. “Can’t break old habits.”

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Or is now the perfect time to make new ones.”

“Not after a year like the last,” Remus said.

“Oh,” Thomas whistled, yanking the laces of his skates tight. “You’re that superstitious.”

“I try not to be,” Remus stood. “But playing again…seems to bring it out in me.”

Remus turned to step into his pants, adjusting the pads and his jock until everything fit together comfortably. He eyed his jersey, the number six hanging proudly on a hanger, and he smiled to himself but turned to his skates next. The jersey sent his heart leaping into his throat. He’d save it for last.

“Let’s go boys,” Pascal called, standing by the door to bump fists and pat helmets on their way out.

Remus laced up his skates, pulling them tight over his taped up socks, and then, finally, removed his jersey from its hook. He didn’t waste time staring down at it. That would just make him overthink and, hopefully, he’d have many times to put this jersey on again.

It slid over his shoulder pads, he tucked in the back, and grabbed his helmet.

“I like that Loops is just over there grinning to himself,” Finn snorted as he left for the tunnel.

Remus shrugged, eyes finding Sirius. He already looked like his mind was on the ice, even for such a low stakes game.

“You know,” Remus said as the team started to file down the tunnel. “I used to go last.”

Sirius’ intense eyes lightened into a softer gray. He shifted from one skate to another. “Oh? I don’t know if I knew that.”

Remus tilted his head, smile playing at one corner of his mouth. “Well? What are we gonna do?”

Sirius just stared at him. “I… I go last.”

Remus let out his laughter, leaning up to tap their helmets together. He vaguely heard a camera flash go off, and smiled. He wanted that picture.

“You should have seen your face, baby,” he whispered, and grabbed his stick from the rack before catching up to James.

He heard Sirius splutter out a laugh—and there was definitely some relief in there—and follow.

The sounds of the crowd in Hogwarts stadium only grew louder. Remus could feel Sirius close behind him.

“Ready, mon loup?” he asked quietly, just before the tunnel opened up to the lights.

Remus didn’t know if Sirius heard his yes over the roar of the team’s entry into a sea of red and gold, but then feet were on the ice he was doing a lap, the Rangers at the other end.

On opening night, Remus knew he would be taking this lap alone, along with Cole. A rookie’s first official NHL game. It felt surreal to think about. He couldn’t knock the feeling that he was too old for that—but he knew plenty of guys did it at his age. You didn’t have to be eighteen.

He picked up a puck and headed towards the goal, trying to decide if it would help to block out the noise, or let it overtake him. The boys were dialed in. Remus glanced over at Sirius, feeling strangely bare without him by his side. But he was over by center ice, tracing the Lion printed there—as usual. Remus didn’t want to seem favored. He didn’t want to seem clingy. They weren’t a couple out here, he knew that. They were teammates.

He shot at Kasey, who caught his puck in his glove, and began the wrap-around again before pushing backwards around the outside of the goal, as he always used to. He’d done his routine a few times at the beginning of practices, but it was nothing compared to being surrounded by a crowd—a bigger crowd than he’d ever actually played in front of before.

Kasey tapped a puck at him once he reached his first post, and he laughed, shooting it back until a sign waving at the glass caught his eye. It was held by a kid, maybe around Julian’s age.

I want a signed stick the ReMOST, Lupin!

Remus laughed at the kid’s wide eyes when he saw that he was looking, and gave him a thumbs up the best he could with his gloves on before holding up his stick.

“One second,” he called over the crowd.

When he got to the bench, Sirius was there stretching, holding out an already uncapped sharpie.

And looks like Lupin’s heading over to sign that young man a stick. I bet that’s a good feeling after—oh! Black’s got a pen ready for him.

Remus shoved a glove under his arm and took it. “You saw the sign?”

“I got the kid down to the glass,” Sirius grinned.

“I love you,” Remus said as he scribbled his signature, complete with the jersey number that players always included.

It took two tries to get the stick successfully over the glass, but for the look on the boy’s face, Remus would have tried twenty.

“Feels good, eh?” James said once the horn blew for warmups and they were settled onto the bench.

“Too good,” Remus said.

“First line,” Coach called, slapping his calling card against his palm. “12, 10, 7, let’s go. Olli, Tims, on D.”

Sirius sent him a quick smile, and Remus spun his stick in front of him. “Let’s go, Captain.”

Sirius snorted, rolling his eyes as he pushed away from the boards towards center ice, where Zibanejad was waiting.

Good to see that sort of…what would you call it, Dean, from Black?

Light energy, I think, Lee. Sirius is well known around the league for his intensity.

Right. Nice to see Lupin getting a smile out of him before what is most probably a season that holds more pressure than usual for the Lions, after a Cup year.

One of Black’s coaches once said in an interview that the only thing Sirius feels after scoring a goal is pressure to score another. Ha, sounds about right.

Remus all but held his breath when the ref dropped the puck. Sirius stole it back for James who nicked it over to Logan. Logan sped it into the neutral zone, narrowly avoiding Lafrenière.

“Bulky kid,” Finn said from beside Remus.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Logan?”

“Well—yeah, but nah, Lafrenière,” Finn nodded. “Built like a tree, what is he, nineteen? Crazy. I didn’t look like that when I was nineteen.”

“Well,” Remus said as the whistle blew for an icing on the Rangers. “People are comparing him to Crosby.”

“Kuny,” Coach called. “Lupin, Nado.”

Remus’ initial thought was surprise. The shock of being put out with the second line carried him somewhat numbly over the boards beside Evgeni and Jackson. He didn’t have time to look at Sirius take his place on the bench.

“Hey,” Evgeni said, drawing them in with a glove over his mouth so the Rangers filing out of their bench couldn’t read their lips. “I take Lindgren. Loops, go fast, okay? Nado get you puck.”

“Fox,” Jackson warned.

“Sergei take care,” Evgeni said like it was obvious, and loomed towards the face-off circle.

“Left side,” Remus said to Jackson before they parted. “I’ll try to shake Kravtsov.”

“Nice,” Jackson nodded.

Remus and Kravtsov shared a nod as they lined up shoulder to shoulder on the centerline.

“Welcome to the NHL,” Kravtsov said with a slight smile.

“Thanks,” Remus replied.

Kravtsov was so young. All of these guys were so young.

He couldn’t help feeling like time had been stolen from him.

Have you ever seen this many Russian players in one NHL game, Dean? Pretty nice to see. And here’s Lupin’s first shift. Let’s go.

The puck dropped and Remus gave Kravtsov a shove, spinning out and around him. His heart seemed to press the sound out of his ears until all he could hear was his own breathing. Evgeni won the face off.

“Kuns!” Jackson shouted, and Evgeni passed it to him deep in their own zone. It drew Fox forward, just as Remus knew it was meant to, but Sergei was there for Jackson to derail the puck. Fox was forced to turn around, Kravtsov was made to press forward for a pass, and it left Remus free to shoot into their defense zone. Strome tried to cross him, but Remus spun around him. Sergei and Jackson tried to get it to him, but it left the zone. Remus swore as he pushed hard to touch up the neutral zone.

“6, 58, 86, off, Reyes, O’Hara, LeBlanc, on!”

Remus pulled back to the bench, sending Cole a nod as he hopped over the boards for his first NHL shift. Remus’ shift had been thirty seconds that felt like ten, but he was breathing hard. Finn followed Cole with a tap to his back, promptly stole the puck from Chytil, and slapped it into the corner of the Rangers’ goal.

Remus had barely taken a drink of water when the goal horn blared Gryffindor’s roar filled Hogwarts Stadium.

He punched Sirius’ side, who had his arms raised. Sirius laughed from beside him as they settled onto the bench beside each other.

“Ouch,” Sirius rubbed his padding.

“I don’t know, I got excited,” Remus laughed.

They held his gloves out for Finn to tap as he came down the line, the goal song blaring, the crowd chanting along to the catchy drumbeat.

“Nice solo, Harz,” Remus called, and Finn grinned.

“Thanks, Rookie.”

It remained pretty even through the first and second. Panarin had three good chances, the fourth sailing past Kasey’s glove. Sirius scored a dirty wrap-around just before the second’s buzzer, and Remus didn’t think he’d ever like anything more than getting the full force of Sirius’ smile as he tapped gloves down the bench line. No sooner had the final face-off of the period set up than were Evgeni and Lindgren going at it, hands gripping the back of each other’s jerseys as they dropped their gloves. Gryffindor would start the third one man up.

Remus filed back down the tunnel towards the locker room, smiling at Layla as he dropped his gloves in the bucket she was holding to be dried. He felt warm, his muscles used and a little sore. He longed for an ice bath, but he wanted to use them more too. It was the most familiar feeling in the word. He smiled against it as he sat down in his stall, laughing lightly at the way Evgeni threw a wet towel over his head.

“Not skate enough over the summer,” Evgeni groaned.

Remus looked up when a shadow fell over him and was greeted by two hands on his cheeks and a warm, familiar kiss.

“J’adore,” Sirius said.

Remus laughed, holding his wrists where his pulse still high from the game.

“Nice goal.”

“Good to be back,” James said as he pushed his jersey over his head. “Crowd sounds amazing. How you doing, Reyes?”

Cole looked up from where he was re-taping his socks. “The crowd is amazing.”

Remus felt a slap on the back from Evgeni, towel around his neck now. “Good shift, rookie.”

“Kuns,” Remus sighed, and Evgeni just laughed teasingly.

Remus felt Sirius’ eyes on him throughout the entire intermission. He knew he was curious, and had been for months, about Remus’ game routine. He’d asked and asked over the summer, but that was the thing with Remus’ superstitions—he couldn’t talk about them.

Remus took two fresh sticks from his rack and sat back down. He began wrapping it steadily.

“Of course your tape job is perfect,” Thomas sighed, shaking his head. “Of course, of course.”

Remus laughed, ripping the tape with his teeth.

“Speak for yourself,” Jackson grinned, giving his stick a twirl, the tape warped and hurried.

Remus snorted. “All I see is a fucking candy cane.”

Power play. Lindgren went into the box, slamming the door a little too hard on his way.

“Black,” Coach called as the crowd shuffled into their seats, armed with food, and Remus had been expecting that. “Tremzy, Lupin, Fox, Sunny.”

Remus blinked. He hadn’t been expecting that.

Remus hopped the boards beside Sirius, and the stadium seemed to get louder. Sirius knocked their shoulders together, and Remus didn’t doubt the cameras were on them and he tried to control his expression. He didn’t want to look too pleased, or too dopy at the feeling of skating side by side with Sirius in front of a crowd.

I think this is the moment many of us have been waiting for, Dean.

You bet! I didn’t expect it to come so soon. Coach Weasley is trying out lots of different line combos tonight. What’s pre-season for? I hear Lupin’s played on the power play a few times in practice.

Sirius put his glove up by his mouth, holding his mouth guard.

“Try the double pass?” he said quickly.

“Yeah,” Remus nodded. “Let’s do it.”

Sirius bent down across from Zibanejad and the rest of the Rangers penalty kill unit.

It happened fast. Remus was used to seeing this from the bench—but maybe that was a good thing. He saw the ice as if through a wide lens, Sirius passed to Logan, and then it was on Remus’ stick to carry up. Remus blew out a breath, pushing his legs hard ahead of Panarin. He needed to get ahead, needed to stay parallel with Sirius. He felt Panarin scrape at his heels, but then Sirius was calling his name.

Shesterkin was still up and on his feet, reading to dive whichever way.

“Loup,” Sirius called, and it was as though it was only the two of them in the basement rink. Only the crowd was different, and absolutely roaring.

Remus snapped the puck to Sirius, who passed it right back. Shesterkin went down when Remus pulled his stick back in a fake, only for him to give it back to Sirius to tap into wide open net.

Remus’ hands shot up, and the crowd screamed. Sirius all but slammed into him, wrapping him up tight against the boards.

“Re,” Sirius laughed through he words, pressing their helmets together. “Mon loup, mon loup—”

Logan crashed into them next, followed by Adam and Henrik. Remus found himself in the center of elated shouts, the fans pounding hands on the glass from the other side.

“Merde, it sounds like the playoffs,” Logan shouted, pressing a hand to Remus’ helmet.

Remus could only laugh, giddy, high on it all.

What a goal! Well, Lee, I don’t think we’re going to have to wait long to see this young man’s first regular season point.

“He fell for it,” Remus said for the tenth time as he handed Sirius the last of their dinner dishes. “Shesterkin fell for it.”

Sirius laughed and slid the dishes into the sink and turned, placing slightly damp hands on Remus’ cheeks.

“You are amazing,” he said, accent heavy and laced with a need that Remus had felt stirring in himself since getting off the ice. They’d been on the ice together today. They’d built a goal together, scored. Igor Shesterkin had fallen for their fake-out.

“I was so happy today,” Sirius whispered.

Remus closed his eyes, caught between the feeling of Sirius’ body colliding with his own in celebration, and the feeling of his warm hands here, now.

“It’s everything I’ve ever wanted,” Remus said softly, and opened his eyes, hands against Sirius’ chest.

What a terrifying, wonderful sentence.

Sirius just leaned in to kiss him, mouth tender and insistent. It was the same fire he had on the ice, leading Remus in a way that made his insides warm and his toes curl. Remus let Sirius guide him slowly up the stairs, and he relished in the way they stopped on the landing, on a half-way stair, just to be closer again, Remus’ mouth on his neck, Sirius’ against his temple. The hallway was dark, lit only by the nightlight they kept plugged in near their feet. It cast Sirius in warm angles as Remus tugged his shirt off and dropped it right there in the hallway.

“I’m not saying I’m not going to miss Regulus,” Remus said as Sirius bent to mouth gently against his neck. “But I’m not saying I’m not going to enjoy being able to undress you wherever I want now that we have the house to ourselves.”

Sirius’ laugh was soft, a little breathless. “Name your room, I’ll be there.”

Remus laughed, too. “Bedroom. Nice, soft bed.”

Sirius walked Remus backwards through the door, hands on his hips. “How do you feel? That was quite the race with Kreider in the second.”

“Good,” Remus nodded, but let Sirius’ strong hands dig into the muscles of his shoulders and back. He sighed into it, resting his cheek against his chest. “But I won’t say no to that.”

Sirius kissed Remus’ temple and worked his shirt over his head. He lay him down on the mattress and Remus closed his eyes at the feeling of Sirius’ lips against his neck, and then his shoulder.

Sirius kissed over the scar that Greyback had torn from Remus’ body all those years ago at their shared college, keeping Remus from a career in the NHL—at least until now.

“I wonder what he thinks,” Remus wondered aloud, and he didn’t have to explain himself for Sirius to know what he meant. Remus wound his fingers into Sirius dark hair as he looked up at him.

“Me too,” Sirius admitted. “And then I see red and have to stop thinking about it.”

Remus half-smiled. “Yeah…I felt bad at lunch those few weeks ago. With Cole. I really think he thought he said something wrong, and I wish I could explain but it’s still…it’s still like this weird secret, you know? Like people could find out if they really looked but no one has? And I don’t really want to bring it up but at the same time I know Fenrir has already spread lies. Saying it was a car crash or…who knows what. Sorry.” Remus pressed a hand to his face. “God, I’m completely killing the mood.”

“Re, hey,” Sirius pushed himself up onto his forearm, falling to the side and keeping their legs tangled.

“And it’s such a good mood, I just was thinking aloud.”

“You’re not. Talk to me. You can talk to me whenever.”

Remus ran his thumb over Sirius’ bottom lip. “Okay…yeah, I know that.”

“This was a big day,” Sirius said. “Huge for you. Of course you would be thinking about him. I used to think about my parents every time I stepped on the ice, even after things were getting better. I think…I think its just time. It takes time.”

“It was strange today,” Remus finally admitted. “I couldn’t…I didn’t know how close to you I could be. Out there, I mean. I’m your boyfriend, you’re mine, but we’re also teammates. There’s so much debate, about my place on the team and if you did something to get me there…I don’t know. I don’t want someone to accuse you of favoritism. You don’t deserve that.”

“We’re both,” Sirius said. “We’ll always be both. You’ll always be the boy I love. You’ll always be my teammate.” Sirius shrugged. “It doesn’t matter if we’re on the ice or not. And I don’t care if someone thinks I favor you. We both know I don’t. Not like that.”

Remus made a soft sound and pulled Sirius further on top of him, making him smile. “Love you.”

Sirius let Remus press slow kisses to his lips. “This mood feels pretty good to me.”

Remus just hushed him, tucking a hand into his waistband.

Sirius kissed him until Remus’ cheeks were hot and his cock was aching, pressed up against his sweatpants. Remus could still hear the Lions’ crowd rushing in his ears. Sirius’ palm cupped him and pushed his sweatpants down. They were both flushed and pink. Remus wanted to see those colors together.

He pulled Sirius’ hips against his own, discarding clothing until it was all bare skin. Remus ran his hands over the hard curves of his back. He had to squeeze his eyes shut, hooking his arms beneath Sirius’, holding onto his shoulders.

Their mouths found each other messily, dragging and half open in gasps.

“Sirius,” Remus breathed, voice higher than usual.

The adrenaline that Remus had thought had faded with the game only seemed to thrum brighter. Remus couldn’t help the smile the crossed his face, brows drawn together at the feeling of Sirius rutting against him.

Remus pressed his ankle gently to the back of Sirius’ knee and rolled them, drawing breathless laughs from both their mouths that he sealed away to keep like a love letter. It was soft mouths and hard hands, clutching each other closer, getting the most out of the warm friction. Remus swallowed Sirius’ gasps. His orgasm built up below his spine and Sirius seemed to read his mind. He reached between them with a hand, brushing a thumb at his base, pressing up. Remus’ hips stuttered and he fell apart, shoving hard against Sirius’ tight fist.

Sirius followed at the hot streak of Remus’ come between them, and they lay there, panting, foreheads together. Remus eased their hips back together, both of them letting out a soft moan, then a laugh, as the spent cocks brushed, drawing out the last tendrils of their orgasms.

“That feels good,” Sirius mumbled, head sunken back against the pillows.

Remus rolled his hips slowly, bringing them down, and then pulled his head up. He pushed Sirius’ sweaty hair back from his cheek and kissed it.

“Communicate to score,” Sirius mumbled.

Remus laughed hard, squeezing his eyes shut, and dropped his face into his neck to catch his breath.

“It’s true,” Sirius said, running a warm palm up and down Remus’ back. “That article we looked at.”

They’d given in and read some press over dinner, laughing at some of the more excitable writers, and grinning at each other at the more serious ones.

Magnetism, one wrote. Feels like we’ve got some mind-readers on this team, a real Crosby-Malkin, Kane-Toews one-two-punch.

“Well,” Remus said, folding his arms across Sirius’ chest. “What am I thinking now?”

Sirius pressed his lips together, pretending to think. “Is it…how to get out of golf with James and the Cubs before the ring ceremony on Tuesday?”

Remus snorted. “Well, that’s definitely on my list. But nope.” He leaned in, brushing their mouths together. “That’s not it.”

Sirius grinned, and Remus sunk into how thick and sated his accent sounded. “Is it…will my handsome boyfriend please run me a bath and make me tea?”

Remus laughed into their next kiss. “Wow, that writer was right.”

It looks…maybe like a twisted knee? What do you think, Dean? Walker is definitely not making a move to get up—oh, there’s the medic. One of the Lions’ new staff members as, of course, someone had to take Lupin’s place. Ah, Walker is pointing to his foot now.

Man, is that a grimace if I ever saw one.

It sure is, Dean.

Here comes O’Hara to help out his teammate.

They were in Madison Square Garden, the Rangers giving them one hell of a re-match. Logan skated a close perimeter towards where Thomas had gone down, just between a line change.

“Shit,” Finn skated to a stop beside him. “It’s fucking pre-season. Did you see what happened?”

Logan shook his head. “Not really. Think it was just a bad fall. Strome looks sorry.”

“Oh, so that’s why you’re not jumping him right now.”

Logan’s mouth quirked up. “I have no interest in jumping Strome, thanks.” His eyes found Leo on the bench. With his hat flipped backwards, the intensity, the worry in of his blue eyes cut a clear path to Thomas.

“T,” Finn said, skating closer. “Need a hand to the room?”

Thomas winced as he made it to one knee. “Yeah, man, thanks.”

Thomas stared up at the dark ceiling from the padded PT table, listening to the game continue on the TV mounted to the corner of the ceiling. There was the X-ray pushed to the corner, his results pinned up on the light screen. Fracture. Minor, but it’d take weeks to heal. He’d miss the beginning of the season. He’d be in a suit when they lifted the Stanley Cup champion banner in the stadium. He missed Noelle.

The light flicked on so suddenly Thomas flinched.

“Walker,” said an unfamiliar voice. It was accented—Swedish, he thought. Thomas squinted at the speaker. He was tall, and dressed in the staff jacket he’d come to associate with Remus. Right. Lars.

“I…hey,” Thomas said. His eyes went to Layla, who gave a wave as she slipped in behind the man. “Hey, man, Lars, right?”

Lars gave a short nod. “Nice to meet you. So, you probably know the drill by now. Couple weeks. Aspirin will be fine for pain management.”

“Right,” Thomas nodded.

“We’ve got a boot for you here, but I’d take everything to a doctor, just for a second opinion. I’ll recommend someone,” he shrugged. “That was an unlucky hit. I’m sorry.”

Thomas blinked. He didn’t know someone could seem sweetly uninterested. He smiled hesitantly. “Thanks.”

Thomas snapped a picture of the boot once he strapped it on and sent it out complete with a frowning emoji.

He had just opened the door to the locker room, accompanied by his new crutches and to meet his victorious team, when his phone began to ring with a Facetime.

“T,” Noelle’s voice gasped. She was beautiful, her hair curling around her face. “Baby, I saw.”

“It’s not too bad,” Thomas said beneath the noise as the locker room filled up. “You look like you’re about to go somewhere, I can call back, I just wanted to…”

I’m just sad about it. It sounded lame in his own ears.

He cleared his throat. “Logan, say hi to your sister.”

Logan poked his head into the frame and stuck his tongue out, then left.

“Lolo!” Noelle shouted for the locker room to hear, and Logan groaned.

“Lolo,” Kasey imitated, grinning, and Logan shoved his mask down over his face.

“How is it?” Finn asked, wrapping an arm around him. “Hi, Noelle.”

“Fractured. Couple weeks.”

“Damn,” Finn sighed. “Sorry, T. That was an—”

“unlucky hit,” Thomas laughed. “Preach.”

“Hey, baby, we’re all heading to grab some food, but call you tonight?”

Thomas nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

He tried not to feel lonely as the screen went dark. He was in a room surrounded by people. People he loved.

It crept in anyway.

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OCs This Month (May)

Just a list of all the OCs that I’ve seen and have captured my interest this month through other’s aesthetics, questions and the likes. Under the ‘Read More’ because it seemed really long this month (which I love!).

@moirei: Harry Potter OC Rue; The Mandalorian OC Eyrie.

@kcnobls: Original Story OC Jasmine; Teen Wolf OC Sydney; OC Dylan; OCs Shelley and David.

@chlobenet: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them OC Maggie; Jurassic World OC Ellis; Teen Wolf OC Elsa.

@nostarielstuff: Original Story OC Scarlett.

@emiliachrstine: Star Wars OC Naya; Marvel OCs John, Jackie, Madison and Alice.

@the-october-reviewer: Multiple DC OCs; Gilmore Girls OC Regina; The Librarians OC Narissa.

@randomestfandoms-ocs: Riverdale OC Amethyst; Marvel OC Tesla; Gilmore Girls OC Sophie; Glee OC Aurora; Descendants OC Finley; Descendants OC Elise; Descendants OC Violet; IT OC Jessica; Legacies OC Elena; Riverdale OC Riley; Stranger Things OC Angie; Teen Wolf OC Eden; Glee OC Aurora.

@heirsoflilith: Original Story OCs Aiden, Simon, Aislin, Tommy, Kasey and Ezora.

@sgtbuckyybarnes: Marvel OC Harper; Teen Wolf OC Perrie; 911 OC Drew; Marvel OC Elodie.

@catharticallysarcastic: Original Story OCs Leda, Raiden, Victoria, Isabelle, Zizi, Annie, Mike, Caiden and Niko; Original OCs Jameson and Josephine; Original OCs Evangelina and Caden.

@papergirlverse: Legends of Tomorrow OC Alex; Star Wars OCs Bryn, Kirah, Jaina and Jacen; Marvel OC Nikolaj; Constantine OC Nina; Harry Potter: Marauders Era OC Eliza; The Vampire Diaries OC Nell; The Flash OC Jasmine; Harry Potter OC Carina; Legends of Tomorrow Echo; Teen Wolf OC Ali; Harry Potter OC Gwen; Marvel OC Margot; Marvel OC Kostia; Downton Abbey OC Louise.

@thecaillic: Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery OC Piper.

@audreycarterrogers: Marvel OC Audrey; Marvel OC Juliette; Marvel OC Olivia.

@raging-violets: OCs Jackson Family; The Chronicles of Narnia OC Issi; The Flash OCs Cadence, Brady, Courtney, Leah and Alicia.

@kenobi-jinn: Star Wars OC Beck; The Mandalorian OC Merrill.

@a-song-of-quill-and-feather: Harry Potter OC Dahlia; Harry Potter OC Cassiopeia; Harry Potter OC Tristram.

@darknightfrombeyond: Arrow OC Amy.

@missecharlotte: Riverdale OC Lauren.

@notxjustxstories: The Mentalist OC Cassandra; The Umbrella Academy OC Cordelia; Legacies OC Qiaolian; Legacies OC Di; Multiple Power Rangers OCs.

@ocfairygodmother: Marvel OC Libby; Pirates of the Caribbean OC Georgiana; IT OC Mandy; Peaky Blinders OC Esther.

@fiercefray: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. OC Anna; Constantine OCs Cami and Eden.

@farrradays: Original Story OCs Kate, Edgar and many others; Original OCs Rose and Gideon; Original Story OCs Arthur and Albert; Original Story OC Murphy.

@curious-kittens-ocs: Law and Order: SVU OC Abbigail; Law and Order: SVU OC Erika; OC Juliet.

@moustache-bonnet: The Secret Commonwealth OC Kat.

@noble-crescent: Doctor Who OC Renata; Doctor Who OC Minerva.

@princessofdarkness12: Heroes OC Nico; Harry Potter OCs Adora and Joey.

@isaaclahys: Teen Wolf OC Tessa; 911 OC Harmony.

@ceruleanmusings: Arrow OC Sage; Teen Wolf OC Mel; Avatar OC Michi.

@darlinglittlesammywinchester: The Kate Daniels Series OC Clarissa.

@daisyjohvson: Gilmore Girls OC Everliegh; Supernatural OC Evie.

@lizziesxltzmxn: Twilight OC Othello; Teen Wolf OCs Amira, Ludomir and Esme; Daybreak OC Mason.

@nefariousbella9: Twilight OC Ruth.

@codenamekryptonite: Original OCs Noah, Wynter, Patriklos, Mikael and Ester; Marvel OC Stephanie.

@perfectlystiles: Power Rangers OCs Aaron, Remy, Carson, Sierra and Dylan; Multiple DC OCs; Legends of Tomorrow OC Amara; Doctor Who OC Theo; Star Wars OC Vera; Teen Wolf OC Hazel.

@freakingbradleys: Star Wars OC Kal.

@wowihavetoomanyocs: Game of Thrones OC Beatrix.

@atomicgracy: Criminal Minds OC Bea; The Umbrella Academy OC Violet.

cassercole: Multiple Marvel OCs; Marvel OCs Q and Dawson.

@hogwarts-is-my-wonderland: Star Wars OC Mirye; The Flash OC Karen; Harry Potter OC Anya.

@dreamerwithapen1: Star Wars OC Furi; IT OC Wendy; Avatar the Last Airbender OC Renetta; Avatar the Last Airbender OC Kagome.

@seize-the-droid: Power Rangers OC Maya; Power Rangers OC Hayden; Power Rangers OC Kiera; The Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers OC Sam.

@thegalanerd: Teen Wolf OC Emsy.

@alivrse: Legacies OC Stefanie; Teen Wolf OC Esme; The Vampire Diaries OC Nevaeh.

@anotherunreadblog: Spiderman OC Rosabella.

@isaaclahys: The Amazing Spiderman OC Freya.

@bitchyesimadeahpblog: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them OC Eloise; Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them OC Cadmus; Harry Potter OC Annie.

@lahnistersden: The 100 OC Dakota.

@peacheydelanhoes: Shadowhunters OC Dawn.

@ahoy-scoops-troop: Stranger Things OC Kat.

@erzascarlettitania: Teen Wolf OC Tia; Harry Potter OC Meg; Legacies OC Faith; Avatar The Last Airbender OC Ai.

@avengiers: Teen Wolf OC Robyn.

@starcrossedjedis: Star Wars OC Cassia; Star Wars OCs Nyka’a and Jaren.

@megdonnellys: F.R.I.E.N.D.S. OC Sydney.

@malice1329: Multiple Sailor Moon OCs.

@alloftheimaginesblog: Stranger Things OC Jenny.

@iron-parkr: Marvel OC Maggie.

@mimikoflamemaker: The Witcher OC Neve.

@billy--hargroves: Stranger Things OC Kimberly; Outlander OC Ellie; Stranger Things OC Charlotte; Stranger Things OC Carrie; Stranger Things OC Edith.

@tangleddiaries: Marvel OC Anastasia.

@authorbarbie: Stranger Things OC Jennifer.

@ocfanhub: Descendants OC Honey.

@thetenthdoctorscompanion: National Treasure OC Gertrude.

@hazels-afro: Teen Wolf OC Marisol.

@spectrumofsculs: The Flash OC Julius.

@theseowleyes: Stranger Thngs OC Cady.

@lenonizi-fics: MacGyver OC Luke; DC OC Kyle.

@richitozier: The Flash OC Josephine.

@abbysarcane: The Amazing Spiderman OC Frida; Jessica Jones OC Joel; Marvel OC Maya.

@spectrumofsculs: Original OC Damien.

@mamseries: Harry Potter OC Wilhelmina.

@alias-b: Stranger Things OC Evie.

@mystic-scripture: Criminal Minds OC Wendy.

@fleetwoodmcs: Marvel OC Annie; The Hobbit OC Eponine.

@tandybowcns: OC Hailey.

@darling-stories: Peaky Blinders OC Mona.

@hvproductions: The Originals OC Genoveva.

@mountain-ash-and-rusted-iron: Harry Potter OC Thea; Riverdale OC Jen.

@jarvis-is-my-copilot: Marvel OC Elisa.

@newthomally: Star Wars OC Nova; Multiple Original OCs.

@fraysquake: Marvel OC Sofia.

@wild-stdreams: The Delerium Series characters (original fiction).

@ad-merloria: IT OC Lauralynn.

@jewelswrites-ish: Supernatural OC.

@barbychan4ever: OC Vada.

@darlinglittlesammywinchester: Wynonna Earp OC Wynter.

@sivahnalyrarose: Spiderman OC Lennox.

@prophecy-grrl: Once Upon a Time OC Alice; Titans OC Annabel.

@ofbadcharacters: The Originals OC Carmen.

@ahsokatonas: Star Wars OC Nara.

@catgrant: Teen Wolf OC Liv.

@nkskywalker: Star Wars OC Natasha.

@stranger-things-ocs: Stranger Things OC Benjamin.

@afluffykiwi: Multiple Original OCs.

By the way, if you have tag lists and I’ve not asked yet, can I please be added to your tag list for everything, pelase?

#Other People's OCs #OCs This Month #May #Multiple Fandoms

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