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skyyguy · 1 month ago

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#15 for Professor John and Student Gale for @trashbag-baby666 This is in Theo and my au where Gale is 20, a college student, and John is 33, a professor at the college. John teaches Sports Journalism/Broadcasting or something similar, and Gale enrolls in on one of John's classes after John subs for one of his teachers, even though it has nothing to do with his major. Gale's struggling in the class so John helps tutor him and they get close. Winter in WI can be brutal, and Gale lives out of his car. John sees him one night and offers him to come stay at his place with his two daughters-- a 5 and 3 year old-- and Gale reluctantly accepts. One of his feet is frost-bitten from his time staying in his car in the blistering cold, and he hides how bad it is from John, ignores it, until John takes him to the hospital with a high fever. Doctors have to amputate his leg, just below his knee, because of how bad it's gotten, by this point.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, John rose to his feet, his back and shoulders rolling as he stood upright, his spine cracking multiple times. He surveyed the room and the hastily put together furniture, popping his gum between his molars as he considered. He just hoped it would be good enough. He'd bought a new bed, a nightstand, bookshelves, a desk, and a dresser, all matching. While it wasn't expensive, he'd wanted something with a bit of quality to it, so it wasn't exactly cheap either. John sighed and rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand again before swiping it over his jeans.

He'd already had Gale's car towed into his driveway, already gotten all of his stuff out of the vehicle, though he hadn't wanted to put things away, since Gale might want to do that himself. The bed was unmade, but sheets and a thick comforter lay folded on top of it, ready to go. With any luck, Gale would let him make the bed for him, would let John help him put his belongings away. The past week, though, Gale had been moody and uncooperative, earning him more than a few glares and grumbled curses from nurses and doctors. John couldn't exactly blame him, he guessed. Though it wasn't exactly their fault he was in there in the first place.

His phone alarm went off in his pocket, startling him out of his thoughts, and John pulled the thing out, turning it off. Taking a deep breath, he turned on his heel and marched out of the room, closing the door behind him. It was time to go pick Gale up, to bring him home. The girls were with Curt for the day, a carefully orchestrated plan so Gale wouldn't get too overwhelmed on his first day back. He knew Gale loved his daughters and that they loved him too, but John also knew Gale was extremely anxious about being discharged, even if he would never admit it. So, he'd asked Curt to keep the girls busy to give Gale some time to decompress. Curt had been more than happy to take his goddaughters for the day.

John got himself ready quickly, washing his face, combing his curls into something a little neater, changing into clean clothes, before tossing on his snow boots and heading out. The drive to the hospital was uneventful, thankfully, the roads clear of snow and ice and other cars. It was early enough on a Sunday, John supposed, that people were either in church or just staying in. He couldn't blame them, it was -2 degrees out. Which is why he parked as close to the hospital doors as he could and practically sprinted into the building.

"Mornin', doll," John greeted cheerfully when he brushed through the door to Gale's room. Gale blinked at him, eyes still blurry from sleep, as if he'd just woken up. Which he probably had.

"Mornin'" he replied, voice thick and rough with sleep. John found it endearing and he smiled brightly.

"Ready to blow this pop stand?" John asked, though he plopped himself in the chair beside Gale's bed as he said it, causing Gale to frown, brow furrowing in confusion, "after you get your morning meds, get dressed, and I sign the paperwork," John continued as way of explanation. Gale's confusion cleared, but he was still frowning, starting to pick nervously at the edge of the blanket John had brought him from his car. It was old, clearly, fraying at the edges, but well-loved and, clearly, a comfort item.

"Is my car still in the lot?" Gale muttered, as if afraid to even ask.

"Nah, I had it brought home," John replied, waving a hand in the air as if it were no big deal. Gale seemed to stiffen, but John couldn't tell if it was due to his words or his actions.

"Oh…" Gale sighed, forcing himself to relax, though John saw him cut a quick glance to his leg. Guilt welled inside John for the millionth time of the past week. He allowed himself to wallow for a few quick seconds before slapping his hands on his thighs— noting the way Gale flinched slightly— and standing up.

"A'ight, well, I dunno about you," John started, "but I hate hospitals and would just assume be on our way. Lemme go grab a nurse so we can be," he said, back to cheerful and smiley, before trotting out the door and tracking down the first nurse he could, roping them into helping with Gale's morning medications and getting the paperwork set for him to be discharged.

A little over an hour later, John's pulling the car out of the hospital parking lot, humming along to the radio while Gale sits and glowers out the window. He has that blanket wrapped around his shoulders and he's still picking at the frayed edge, anxious and uncertain. John can feel the weight of unspoken words in the air, can feel the tension thick and almost suffocating.

"You can drop me off at a motel or something," Gale whispered, almost too quiet to hear over the radio, finally breaking his silence. John's hand not on the steering wheel twitched.

"Why would I do that?"

"I have nowhere to go and my car's at your house…" Gale muttered, leaning his forehead on the cold glass of the passenger window.

"Yeah, which is why you're coming home with me," John replied, his tone light and easy, eyeing the rising tension in Gale's shoulders carefully.

"You don't have to," Gale said and John could hear the slightest bit of panic in his voice. He knew it was only going to grow.

"I want to," John assured, shrugging his shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal— though he knew it was. Gale finally looked over at him and John saw the panic haze in his eyes.

"I don't want to be a burden, and that's all I'd be," Gale retorted, biting his lip.

"Nah, you wouldn't be. I like having you around. The girls like having you around."

"I can't do anything, I can't pay rent, I can't- I can't- I ca- can't-" Gale stuttered out, the panic sinking it's claws into him. Before John could respond, Gale's hands were fumbling at the door handle and the door started to swing open. Without thinking, John lunged towards the door, jerking the car roughly, and slammed the door with his body splayed across Gale's lap. He held it as Gale tried to shove it open again, his whole body trembling, breathing harsh and quick as he hyperventilated. John managed to get the car to the side of the road, stopped, in park, and the doors locked without moving from his position.

"Buck," John tried to get his attention, seeing the way Gale's eyes had gone unfocused and wide, "Buck, hey, Buck, look at me," he tried again, sitting up and twisting in his seat, grabbing one of Gale's wrists gently. tapping with his forefinger. Gale didn't look at him, screwing his eyes shut instead.

"L-lemme go," Gale whispered. John reluctantly let go of his wrist, but he kept one hand poised to lock the car doors and one to grab Gale's wrist if he needed to.

"Gale," John said firmly, making the younger man flinch slightly, but he blinked his eyes open and looked at John, "it's okay, Gale," John tried to reassure him, but Gale shook his head, tears springing to his eyes. John wanted to wipe them away when they started spilling. He opened his mouth to say something, but choked on his breath and curled in on himself, one hand shooting his knee, gripping at the bandages.

"Hey, hey, none of that," John reached over and gently peeled Gale's hand away from the stump, twining their fingers together to let Gale clench his hand instead, "we'll figure things out, 'kay? But you're comin' home with me is non-negotiable. I signed legal paperwork saying I'd take care of you, if nothing else," John said softly, ducking his head to maintain eye contact when Gale tried to look away, "and, I want to take care of you. I want you to come stay with me. I want you there, okay? You're not a burden, not to me," John soothed him, relieved when Gale's panicked breathing started to ease. The blond screwed his eyes shut again, but he leaned back against the car seat, making a visible effort to calm his breathing, his hand squeezing John's tightly, the other on his uninjured leg.

They sat in silence for a long moment before Gale nodded, a short, sharp thing, and John let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He knew this was a discussion they'd have to have later on too, but he hoped that it could wait long enough for Gale to get really well settled and decide things were actually okay. John waited a few more moments, watching Gale settle back down, before throwing the car back into drive and pulling back onto the road. They'd only gone a few feet before Gale set his hand over John's on the gearshift. John smiled softly and moved his hand to let their fingers twine together, squeezing Gale's hand reassuringly.

"I had Curt take the girls so they don't instantly bombard you when we get home," John commented, wanting to say something but not knowing what else to say. Gale hummed softly but didn't reply, just stayed as he was, and John found that it was a relief, the lack of reaction. After all, with Gale, no reaction was usually better, he'd found. Well… Except for in one particular case.

"Hey," John said, squeezing Gale's hand softly, glancing over at him.

"Hmmm?" Gale replied, cracking his eyes to look over at John.

"Why didn't you tell me it hurt so bad?" John asked softly, his voice quiet, concern colouring his tone. He saw Gale stiffen slightly, saw his jaw clench out of the corner of his eye. "I'm not mad, Buck, I just want to understand," John explained, worried about setting Gale into another panic.

"I…" Gale started, looking out the window, his grip on John's hand tightening, almost painfully, "I thought I could handle it…" he muttered, his free hand ghosting over his stump, fingers twitching. His jaw was still tight and John could see the tears swimming in his eyes again.

"Baby…" John started softly, bringing their joined hands to his lips and kissing Gale's knuckles, "you don't have to do things alone anymore," he promised, breath hot against Gale's soft hands, "I want to help you, please let me," John begged gently.

"Sorry," Gale whispered, letting his head lean back on the headrets. John kissed his knuckles again before rubbing the back of Gale's hand against his cheek and nosing at his wrist.

"You don't need to apologize, doll," John assured him, keeping his eyes on the road despite the tempation to look at Gale, "I don't completely understand, but I want to, and even more than that I want to be there for you, no matter what, 'kay?" John saw him nod out of the corner of his eye. He knew he was being more romantic then they had been before, knew that they'd never really discussed what they were together, but it felt right. Though he really didn't seem to mind it, he just had to hope Gale truly didn't. After all, if he came on to Gale, moved Gale into his house, but Gale didn't want the same things… It might make things worse for Gale. John kissed Gale's pulse point before letting their hands drop back down, elbow resting on the center console, hands hanging over the cup holder.

"Can… Can I take a nap…? When we get to your- when we get home…?" Gale asked, voice small and nervous, as if afraid to ask, afraid to need, afraid to want. John's heart tightened at the tone, at the way he stuttered to a stop and changed his phrasing.

"You don't need to ask, darlin', you can do whatever you want," John hushed him, squeezing his hand. Gale made a small noise, but he didn't say anything. So John let the conversation lapse, content to let the radio play softly and fill the comfortable silence. He drove carefully, making sure to keep off any snow or ice that had formed or blown into the road, acutely aware of his precious passenger.

#Sky writes #MOTA fic #Modern Professor and Student AU #With a nice big age gap and potentially really screwy power dynamics lmao

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harrisonarchive · 11 months ago

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Onstage at the HeartBeat charity concert, March 15, 1986.

So sad to hear of the passing of Denny Laine. Deepest condolences to his loved ones. “George was a very special person. I know you all loved him. I loved him. God bless you George.” - Denny Laine paying tribute to George at a Chicago concert in 2001 “We’d go see American bands that came over to England just because we were curious. So, I had pretty much a friendship with him because I was in London at the time. And that’s how I got to know him. George Harrison was also our neighbor when I was in The Moody Blues. ... They (The Beatles) used to come by and play us their demos and their acetates. We were pretty close with them. We were both fans of each other. ... We all started out together as kids, really.” - Denny Laine, Tallahassee Democrat, September 2017 “Well, we knew The Beatles because The Moodies were one of the opening acts on their second tour. I knew George very well, he was a close neighbor, and I became friends with Paul who had seen me performing as an opening act for Jimi Hendrix at the Saville Theatre.” - Denny Laine, MassLive, January 2019 Denny was of course also one of the backing vocalists (alongside Paul and Linda) on “All Those Years Ago.” (x)

#Denny Laine #George Harrison #quote #quotes about George #1980s #in memoriam #The Beatles #Wings #Paul McCartney and Wings #Moody Blues #et al.#fits queue like a glove

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lulublack90 · 8 months ago

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Prompt 15 - Felix Felicis

@wolfstarmicrofic March 15, word count 135

Moody had finally allowed Remus and Sirius to work together on an assignment. He’d been keeping Remus separate.

“You’re far too valuable to the cause to be going on the sorts of assignments I send those two on.” He’d said to Remus after the tenth time he’d complained.

Their assignment wasn’t dangerous, but it was complicated, and if they didn’t complete each stage perfectly, the entire assignment would be a failure, what he wouldn’t give for a vial of Felix Felicis. He could really use some of its luck right now.

Sirius sidled up to him and took his hand, entwining their fingers together.

“Ready to get started sweetheart?” Sirius asked him, bringing their hands to his lips and kissing Remus’s knuckles.

Remus took a steadying breath and nodded. They raised their wands and began.

#remus lupin #sirius black #remus john lupin #sirius orion black #dead gay wizards #james potter #mad eye moody #post hogwarts #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fic #sirius and remus #remus and sirius #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #felix felicis

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popcornforone · 1 year ago

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Monday Moods

A Pre-Outbreak Joel Miller Fan Fic

I was struggling what as to what I could write next. You all know I have so many in draft but I had a few people go oooh a new Joel… So here we are posting about Joel before his world fell apart. It’s been a while since I’ve written him. I do have another Joel in draft but I’m just not feeling it at the moment.

Synopsis: Your night shift is over & Sarah is off to school, what can you & Joel do to make this less of a moody Monday.

Word count:2550

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF TOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18! PURE SMUT piv sex, stimulation, licking, nipple sucking, teasing, swearing. Slight age gap but not huge, mentions of loss of virginity. This is also based on Pedros Joel & it is before the events of the show. Basically it’s full on sex.

Thanks as always for the read peoples, it’s always really appreciated. All feedback is always welcome, it’s helps me grow as a writer. Enjoy.

“I hate Mondays” slam the front door goes. Sarah might have marched her way out of the house onto the school bus, but she left part of the Monday mood behind with her. Your night shift means you’re already cranky ready for 4 nights off, before the next shift rotation starts. It’s only the sight of your partner coming downstairs that makes you smile. Not even the decaf coffee has done that.

“Was Sarah mean to you?” Joel asks sounding genuinely concerned that the two of you may have fallen out & it’s not even 8am. You’re not her mum. He can see the glazed eyes staring back at him. They are trying to care & be alive for him, but he can tell you’ve just had it now, they need a rest. He slurps on his orange Juice straight from the carton as he leans on the kitchen counter. His morning hair all over the place, not even brushed.

“You’d hate Mondays too if you had double math at the age of 15” you say with a frown as he drinks. He clocks your stern look. The free hand apologising as he then starts to hunt for a glass.

“Fair point, it’s why they teach them advanced math, isn’t math just enough?”

“Clearly not” you reply slurping your coffee, trying not to smirk at his remark. You want to be tired but not angry when you got to bed in a little while. “How many shifts have you got today?” You genuinely ask your lover with care. You’re slowly becoming a bit more like you.

“Just the two, first one doesn’t start until

Mid-day,so I’ve got time to spend with the other special girl in my life” he says as he comes across to you, kissing up your arm.

You look around.

“I don’t see a special girl in here” you joke letting him pepper you with kisses. A nip here or there, making you shudder.

“Well that’s because all the curtains are pulled & there’s no mirror to reflect your special face back at you” his juice & breakfast are no longer what he had an appetite for. His smile insinuating he wants much more than that.

“Joel? really? now?”

“Yes now or it won’t be til I’m dirty & sweaty tonight” he says. His neck kisses always make you give in. You’ve always been putty in his hands.

“Maybe I prefer you like that”

“I think you do, my specialty is to be as scruffy & rough as you want me”

“Speaking of which baby, your T-shirt’s inside out” you chuckle.

You fling your arms around Joel & your lips meet his. He might be rough & rougged, but those hands that he always has to clean, make you feel like the dirtiest thing of all. At just His touch, you feel like you were 17 again, the age you were when he first asked you to babysit his 4 year old 11 years ago. He still gives you butterflies each time he kisses you, like when you first saw him. A teenager with a fantasy when he would drive you home. You were not the reason for Sarah mum leaving but once you came back from college each summer, it was hard for him to not ignore you. You just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

The kiss breaks & he then stands up & you wrap your legs around him. “I know where this is heading mr miller” you giggle as you bite his ear lobe.

“If you keep biting my earlobe, we won’t even get to bed baby.”

“Well the lounge curtains are still pulled” you raise an eyebrows & Joel reverses into his arm chair before he lowers himself into it. This arm chair is where he watches the big games on a Sunday from. You cook him dinner & then leave for your night shift safe in the knowledge that American football will be the only thing distracting him those nights. His hands even if he wanted them to, don’t wonder else where, only on you.

The rattle of his belt being undone is a noise that always makes you smile. Joel’s never one for foreplay. A few words here & there but if he’s even slightly in the mood, you can guarantee that sex is on its way. You stand up for a few seconds to remove your work trousers & knickers, you wore your pink lace ones to work as a treat for you, but you see the smile creep across Joel’s face when you fling them at him.

“I brought you those last year for Valentine’s Day”

“That you did baby”

“I do believe…” he says as he glides his trousers & his briefs around his ankles & beacons you to come take your seat in his lap again”… that I made you lick yourself out of them that night”

“I would never do that Joel Miller” you exclaim in reply as you smile. It was a wonderful night of love making, thank you to high school for a week long residential trip, so Sarah couldn’t hear the two of you having sex all night. But your mind is back in the present when you see him cock his two fingers at you calling you over . The other hand is leisurely stroking his length looking at you naked from the waist down, wondering just how wet he still makes you. The tip leaking already, as you lick your own bottom lip. You are about to be more than satisfied.

You put your hands on the back of his arm chair & position yourself ready to lower onto his lap & his throbbing meaty cock. When you were still at college & you dated other boys while you were there, none of them had what Joel did, none of them made you scream in pleasure like him either. They all wanted a long blow job, & never finished you off when they’d cum far too soon. You’d had a taste of a manly moody Miller & now it was yours every day if you wanted it. Right now being filled by him is all that’s on your mind. He slowly nudges at your entrance, his length gliding through your arousal. He tuts & shakes his head mischievously.

“I have no idea why I buy lube baby, you’re always so wet for me darling, so eager, so ready” it’s growled from the back of the throat these words as he lowers you into his cock.

“Fuck… me.. Joel” you whimper, as you adjust to his size & the way it stretches you. Your body wanting to cum straight away & make you explode all over him, but you slowly regain your composure. Your eyes filled with desire when you open them & look at the man you love. His eyes light up from seeing your own enjoyment of this moment. The smile across his face is one of desire. Your hands graze across his jaw line. Each prickle of his hair making you want to get lost in your kisses again.

“So tight baby, made for me this pussy, you saved your Cherry for me all those years ago, & im always very grateful for that” Joel lightly slaps your bum which makes you gasp, before his hands go for your hips. They grip on to you ready for you to start to grind & rive on this cock.

“Only you Joel, only you” you gasp as you start moving now you’re comfortable. Your own hands trialing his T-shirt with the other messing up his morning hair even more. He might have had a hair cut recently but it’s still thick & lots to play with. “Your T-shirt is still inside out baby” you groan as you lean in to take his lips again. Succulent & full of love.

Joel’s not bothered. He’s not saying much at all. A few just like that & oh fucks escape when it’s not heavy breathing & panting from him. He’s watching your body roll onto him. Showing your pelvis work, wondering how he got so lucky to have you & that a girl like you would be bothered by him at all, especially when they were younger. Desire takes over him & his lips leave your mouth & the kisses pepper your own jaw line making you whine more. Your body grinding down on his cock more, enjoying all the pleasure he is providing as you drag him through your walls. But your moans get louder. One simple lick up your neck as he tastes your sweat send your body into convulsions of pleasure. A tongue that often satisfies you by lapping at your cunt for hours is now gliding up you neck.

“J…J…Joel…” it’s a groan, it’s deep & it’s filled with lust as he starts his next neck lick, your bodies nerves driven into override. It has him gasping before he licks down your neck & starts to suck the crook of your neck before he kisses your collar & shoulder. You clamp around him & he hisses, the excitement building up inside him as well.

“Ooh my love” Joel is in charge & is admiring how well you take his firm thrusts. Each one firmer, more fervent, faster & becoming more frenzied. He’s lost in your body, He finally removes your top from the hem upwards over your head, your hair still tied up. His head straight away burys into your cleavage the bra makes, as you unhook in from the back for him. You cry out once your breasts are free as he take your nipple into his mouth sucking it, like he would an ice pop. Your hand goes to your clit, furiously after friction, feeling insane that your man makes you want to do everything with him still after all these years.

“Yes Joel, yes” you moan “don’t stop, don’t stop, never stop” you’re losing control as you grip onto his arm. “Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck”. His mouth might be occupied with your breasts moving onto the next one, but he’s pulsing more, getting even harder, holding you so tight. Your body bouncing, feeling his penis get harder if that was possible as it hits that spot inside you, the one that when he finds it shocks your system. Makes you bounce more. Makes your hands grip around whatever they are on. He briefly comes away from your chest to growl.

“Fuck year baby” it’s deep & longing his words before he latches back into your tit. Like all men Joel enjoys all types of sex, but there is something about sucking your nipples & teasing your breasts that Joel adores. They aren’t the biggest breasts in the world, but they are more than a handful. & if someone held a gun to Joel’s head & asked what was his ultimate turn on he would say his head buried in your chest. You may not have any kids of your own but you know any you & Joel might one day have will not offer the satisfaction or feeling that this man’s lips do as they suck at your erect nipples. It makes you get lost in your own mind as your body crushes him & pushes him back into the arm chair even more.

“God Joel fuck”

“Oooh baby”

“Joel… Joel… fuck yes yes yes”

“Come on daring”

“Ooooh fuck”

All these word flow out of your mouths as the thrusting reaches its climax & you let go as Joel nibbles your nipple, drenching his penis, your walls fluttering around as they clamp around him, the follow up motion he fills you, breaking away from your breast. His own eyes rolling into the back of his head as he cums. Both of your body’s shaking in desire, longing looks no longer being met by each other. The smell of lust in the air, which the only sound is of you both breathing heavily as you come down from cumming so hard & ferociously.

You eventually rest your head on Joel shoulder, before looking up into his big brown eyes while he strokes your naked back, he is still inside you. You sigh looking at him before you tenderly kiss his lips. He strokes your hair with his spare hand.

“Joel?”

“Yes my darling?”

You giggle “your T-shirts now not only very sweaty but inside out still” you smile before you kiss him again.

“Ha” Joel laughs. “Maybe I wanted it that way, so then when I turn it around your sweat that dropped on me will be closer to my skin” he does a mischievous look at you.

“That is disgusting Joel Miller” you scoff & try & look shocked at what he’s said but you can’t hide that this turns you on slightly.

“Well maybe I will go change” he says as he slowly help you off him & makes sure your steady on his feet before he pulls his briefs trouser back up, which we’re still around his ankles. “But I’m not gonna shower, I want to smell of you when I sweat.” Before you can protests he’s put his large thumb over your mouth to silence you “thought you liked me sweaty & dirty?” He says before embracing your lips. His tongue not even asking permission, gliding to meet your own before he then finally removes his tshirt.

Time passes & you have showered & slept while Joel has left for work. You’re in the kitchen backing cookies when Sarah gets home. She looks stressed.

“Is it still a Monday Miller mood?” You ask her as you hear the bag slump down in the hall way.

“Urghhh”comes the cry from Sarah. “Advanced math is hell why do…” she’s interrupted by the smell of you baking cookies. “Are you making…” her head pops around the door frame. She sees your frazzled state. You’re held together by your nap,shower & sex. Your hair is no longer tied up & is frizzy & you are in your baggy shorts & one of Joel’s T-shirts for comfort.

“You know you sounded just like your dad when you started asking about advanced math” you say which makes her laugh.

“& you…” she says as she comes & sits at the counter ready to offer a hand knowing you are making her favourite cookies to get her out of her moody Monday “look like dad, your T-shirts inside out” you hadn’t even noticed the grey top wasn’t on properly.

“Well I guess that means I fit right in” you say as you pass her the bowl to stir.

“That you do”

“That you do” it’s echoed after Sarah said it as Joel is standing in the door way admiring you both getting on. You both turn & smile, before Sarah’s goes to hug her dad. Even at 15 a daughter needs a hug from her dad.

“How is my special girl?” He asks as he stroke Sarah’s hair.”did she have a good Monday?”

“She’s fine” Sarah’s replies & then she smiles at you & winks like her dad does “& im okay too”.

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ausantana · 2 months ago

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Guide to getting to know the Marauders

written by: au, also known as @ausantana on tumblr

- Clarification! Most of the information is fanon (created by and for fans)

click below to read more! ↓

introduction! 🦌🐺🐀🐾

The foundations of this fandom are found in the Harry Potter books, more specifically in “Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban” written by JK Rowling.

If you clicked on this guide it is probably to learn more about this fandom, which focuses on the youth of the four marauders and some other hogwarts students of their time.

Here you will find canon and fanon information, the death of characters, important dates, artists and bands that fans recurrent, some fanfictions & more will be explained!

characters and fancast! 🚂

James Potter (Prongs)

March 27, 1960 - October 31, 1981

- my fancast: Aaron Taylor-Johnson

- Hogwarts house: Gryffindor

- pure blood

- animagus form: Stag

- fun facts! he loved Quiditch, he always tried to take care of everyone, he became best friends with Sirius instantly, he fell in love with Lily Evans in his second year even though she couldn't stand him.

Moodboard! 🦌

Remus Lupin (Moony)

March 10, 1960 - May 2, 1998

- my fancast: Adam Brody

- Hogwarts house: Gryffindor

- mixed blood (wizard father, muggle mother)

- werewolf

- fun facts! Had lots of Insecurities, anger issues, it is often said to be the mastermind of the Marauders, he came up with the idea for the Marauder's Map.

Moodboard! 🐺

Sirius Black (Padfoot-Pads)

November 3, 1959 - June 18, 1996

- my fancast: Ben Barnes - Keanu Reeves

- Hogwarts house: Gryffindor

- pure blood

- animagus form: dog

- fun facts! he comes from an rich, blood supremacist family, and he is generally hated by them (black sheep of the family) except for his cousin Andromeda, he was kicked out of home at 15 and went to be with the Potters, has a brother named Regulus

Moodboard! 🐾

Peter Pettigrew (Wormtail-Wormy-Worms)

1960-1998

- my fancast: Lewis Capaldi

- Hogwarts house: Gryffindor

- Pure blood

- animagus form: rat

- fun facts! good at magic chess and astronomy, although he is hated by most of the fandom (for cowardice) its young version It is not so repudiated, in fanfics It's always good vibes

Moodboard! 🐀

Other important characters! 🌙

- Lily Evans

Gryffindor | Remus' friend long before dating James | muggle parents | my fancast: Annalise Basso.

- Mary Mcdonald

Gryffindor | muggle parents | the only one alive of this generation | my fancast: Lexi Jones

- Pandora ¿? Lovegood (Rosier - Lestrange)

Ravenclaw | pure blood | It is said that she was a friend of Regulus since in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix it is mentioned that she died while performing an experiment and it is believed that she was trying to destroy the Slytherin locket to help Regulus | She is credited with the personality of her daughter Luna Lovegood, who is also the daughter of Xenophilius Lovegood | my fancast: Anya Taylor-Joy

- Regulus Black

Slytherin | Seeker | read and write poetry | my fancast: Timothée Chalamet

- Marlene Mckinnon

Gryffinor (although she is also sometimes seen in Ravenclaw) | pure blood | obsessed with quidditch | my fancast: Florence Pugh

- Dorcas Meadowes

Slythering (although sometimes it is said that she is a hufflepuff) | pure blood | my fancast: Filah lah lah

- Evan Rosier

- Barty Crouch jr

Slytherin | last to die | pureblood | also said to be a ravenclaw | my fancast: Finn Wittrock

Chronology of deaths 🪦

James and Lily Potter:

Both died on October 31, 1981, at the hands of Voldemort himself. James, knowing that Voldemort was in the house, went down without a wand, only with the intention of making more time so that Lily and Harry could be saved, and died thinking that he had succeeded. Lily, for her part, died trying to save her son.

Marlene Mckinnon y Dorcas Meadowes:

There isn't much information about their deaths, but it is known that both belonged to the original Order of the Phoenix and died at the hands of Voldemort. Marlene was killed along with her entire family, and it is known that it was before the Potters' deaths thanks to a letter that appears in the books that Lily wrote to Sirius.

Regulus Black:

It is known that Regulus, after discovering Voldemort's plan (he was a Death Eater) and the Horcruxes, along with Kreacher, went in search of Salazar Slytherin's Locket and ordered the elf to destroy it, after which he was dragged and drowned.

Sirius Black:

He died on June 18, 1996 during the Battle of the Department of Mysteries at the hands of his cousin: Bellatrix Lestrange (in the films by Avada and in the books he is stunned but passes through the Veil of Death, which causes his immediate death)

Remus Lupin:

He died on May 2, 1998 during the Second Wizarding War due to a spell cast by Antonin Dolohov.

Important dates

Halloween:

Not only because of the death of the Potters, but because Halloween stands out for being the day when Remus' world collapsed, his two best friends died, Sirius is taken to Azkaban and another of his friends betrays them (although he doesn't know this until years later).

Christmas:

81’ Christmas is the first Christmas in which Remus spends it without his friends and Sirius in Azkaban.

The Prank

"The Prank", as told in Chapter 18 of Prisoner of Azkaban, I was a prank, devised by Sirius during the Marauders' fifth year. During this same year, James, Sirius and Peter became Animagus, allowing them to accompany Remus in his werewolf transformations. It was not until Severus Snape began to notice their escapades and ask questions that Sirius came up with the idea of telling him about the Shrieking Shack, so that he would go and get a big scare.

This "prank" was later discovered by James, who, knowing the danger Snape was in, went to find him and saved him. However, that was not enough to stop Snape from discovering Remus' secret, who, upon discovering what Sirius had done, for obvious reasons, felt betrayed and swore never to forgive him. (Although he eventually ended up doing so)

unpopular opinion: JK Rowling never really knew what to do with the Marauders and its universe, there are many parts in the books where you can tell she wants to make them out to be "bully" or the bad guys, while other times she contradicts herself and makes them out to be heroes. The prank is that part of the canon that all Marauder Stan hates

Severus Snape: why do marauders stans hate him so much?

the Marauders' relationship with Snape was a rivalry, it's canon and mentioned in the books as such. Snape responded to the Marauders' jokes in kind or worse, as he not only knew several curses but he also invented several.

Reasons to hate Snape

1- He called Lily a mudblood even though Lily was his only friend.

2- He was obsessed with Lily, to the point that when he told Voldemort about the prophecy, he begged not to kill Lily, he didn't care about the life of James or Harry, who was a baby

3- The only reasons he "looked after" Harry was because he felt guilty about Lily

4- Unlike James, who at some point in his youth overcame everything, Snape never did, he hated Harry because he looked like his father

5- He told everyone that Remus was a werewolf, and thanks to that, Remus was forced to leave his position as a DADA teacher (remember that being a werewolf he didn't have many opportunities to get a job)

6- When he became the Potions professor at Hogwarts, he messed with students in very cruel ways, laughing at them and humiliating them in front of all the other students, as well as being the boggart of one of his students.

Most common marauder ships

Wolfstar (Sirius & Remus) Jily (James & Lily) Dorlene (Dorcas & Marlene) Jegulus (Regulus & James) Marylily (Mary & Lily) Rosekiller (Evan & Barty)

ALL THE YOUNG DUDES

One of the most recognized and famous Fan-Fics in the fandom is All The Young Dudes by MsKingBean89. The Fan-Fic tells from Remus' perspective, the complete story of the Marauders: from Remus' first year at Hogwarts to the Second Wizarding War, and up to his romance with Sirius.

At 500,000 words and 188 chapters, All the Young Dudes is considered the "canon" for many Marauders stans.

Zeppariel

Zeppazariel or also known as Zar, is the author of many fanfics (mostly jegulus) on Ao3 that made the ship even more popular, among them the most famous perhaps: Crimson Rivers, which is not only a fic of more than 500k words, but it is a fic set in the universe of the hunger games.

This is the end of the beginner's guide to the marauders universe, I hope it has been helpful! I love creating this type of content so I will surely make more guides to stan other fandoms in the future!

xoxo Au.

#marauders #harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #regulus black #james potter #Lily evans #peter pettigrew #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #marlene mckinnon #mary mcdonald #dorcas meadowes #all the young dudes #david bowie #mskingbean89 #taylor swift

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punkinvsblogging · 8 months ago

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2ourdust streams~🎱🫧✨n_n

I'll try to keep updating as more stuff shows up. Please message me if you wanna contribute! <3 Or don't. I don't know how to tumblr anymore lol

Wednesday, February 28 - Portland, OR - Moda Center

Friday, March 1 - Seattle, WA - Climate Pledge Arena (playlist)

Sunday, March 3 - Sacramento, CA - Golden 1 Center (playlist) I was here. :3

Monday, March 4 - Anaheim, CA - Honda Center , another one

Thursday, March 7 - Fort Worth, TX - Dickies Arena

Friday, March 8 - Austin, TX - Moody Center

Monday, March 11 Oklahoma City, OK Paycom Center

Wednesday, March 13 Birmingham, AL Legacy Arena at The BJCC

Friday, March 15 Orlando, FL Amway Center

Saturday, March 16 Jacksonville, FL VyStar Veterans Memorial Arena

Tuesday, March 19 Raleigh, NC PNC Arena

Wednesday, March 20 Baltimore, MD CFG Bank Arena

Friday, March 22 New York, NY Madison Square Garden

Sunday, March 24 Albany, NY MVP Arena

Tuesday, March 26 Grand Rapids, MI Van Andel Arena

Wednesday, March 27 Pittsburgh, PA PPG Paints Arena , Playlist

Friday, March 29 Columbus, OH Schottenstein Center

Saturday, March 30 Lexington, KY Rupp Arena

Sunday, March 31 Nashville, TN Bridgestone Arena

Tuesday, April 2 Milwaukee, WI Fiserv Forum

Wednesday, April 3 Des Moines, IA Wells Fargo Arena

Friday, April 5 Omaha, NE CHI Health Center Arena

Saturday, April 6 Minneapolis, MN Target Center

Thank you, naivewaltz, nohoneybeez, and fobsmfsproject for streaming. <3

#2ourdust #fall out boy #fob

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cutejk123 · 4 months ago

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Luaisy fanchildren in Picrew style

Violet (Age 14)

Blossom (Age 12)

Now, I will introduce to you....

My Mareach fanchildren

Mario and Peach has 4 children (2 daughters and 2 sons- twins). Their names are: Plum, Carmelo, Paul and Marcella. Carmelo and Paul are twins and Plum is the eldest child. They love their mum and dad and their 2 pets: A Male Golden Retriever dog named Luca and a Female blue Parakeet bird named Bianca. The children loves adventure and visiting their family and cousins and they have realistic feelings.

Here they are <3

Here are the links:

TOON ME! ⟪ A ⟫｜Picrew

TOON ME! ⟪ B ⟫｜Picrew

Plum

Age 15

Female

Bisexual, ''Cis''

She/her

Birthday: June 5th

She is the eldest child of Mario and Peach

She's really good at baking, which she learned through her mother.

She is very protective with her younger siblings and they look up to her.

Personality: kind, loyal, protective, talkative, bubbly, adventurous, loving, friendly, a bit sassy, slightly moody.

Loves: cake, her family and friends, hanging out with her cousins Violet and Blossom, music, playing video games, baking, taking care of her younger siblings, riding her bicycle, dancing, going shopping with her mum.

Great bond with her dad

Her best hobbies are baking and bike riding

Carmelo

Age 10

Male

Straight, ''Cis''

He/him

Birthday: November 12th

He is the 2nd child of Mario and Peach

He is Paul's older twin brother

He and Paul both share bedrooms with each other.

He sometimes likes to play fight with his twin brother Paul.

Personality: energetic, loud, rude, cool, funny, adventurous, cheeky, a bit horrid, kind, helpful.

Loves: his twin brother Paul, his family and friends, watching anime such as the Dragon Ball series, playing video games, skateboarding, scary movies, going to the park, rock music, eating crisps, bubble-gum.

A huge Dragon Ball fan

Paul

Age 10

Male

Straight, ''Cis''

He/him

Birthday: November 12th

He is the 3rd child of Mario and Peach

He is Carmelo's younger twin brother

A Book Worm

He is a Reading, Poetry, and Science nerd.

He teaches his older twin brother Carmelo how to be more kind rather than rude.

Personality: smart, intelligent, thoughtful, lovable, shy, kind, sweet, friendly, caring, quiet, studious, clever, bright.

Loves: reading, collecting books, doing studies, science, writing poems and stories, watching nature documentaries, his family, friends and pets, getting top grades, classical music, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Winnie the Pooh, any Roald Dahl books.

A complete Mama's boy

Marcella

Age 7

Female

Straight, ''Cis''

She/her

Birthday: March 10th

She is the youngest child of Mario and Peach

She's a bit of a gremlin and has temper tantrums.

She carries her frog plushie called Hoppy sometimes.

She has ADHD

She is similar to the character of Muffin from 'Bluey'

Personality: loud, silly, tantrum-prone, giggly, a bit aggressive, pouty, cheeky, lovable, cute, crying, cheerful, crazy, chaotic, wild, creative.

Loves: her frog plushie, playing with her cousin Blossom, colouring, art, watching shows like Bluey, Peppa Pig and Tayo the Little Bus, getting what she wanted, sweets, playing tea parties, swimming, her family and friends, dressing up, her uncle Luigi, getting hugs and kisses, roller-skating.

A Papa's girl (she dearly loves her dad so much).

So there it goes and I hope you guys like them. Which one of the Mareach children do you like the most, let me know <3

@jessythebunny @jammyjams1910 @oh-my-gosh-its-j0sh @miss-freak @itsavee4117 @gracegootee @krystal-gems @tstain-is-an-idiot @peaches2217 @jasminesanriofan @silenzahra

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solitaire-sol · 1 year ago

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26: Contradiction

For: @prongsfoot-microfic

Month: March 2023

AO3: Link

Notes: Forms a vague arc with the following prompts: 02, 04, 31, 29, 26, 15, 01.

Sirius could be... difficult. This was evident to anyone who knew him, who even so much as glimpsed him in passing: He wore his complexity like an armor of thorns, a straightforward challenge – perhaps the only straightforward thing about him – to any who would dare approach him, lured in by his looks or his lineage or his reputation. Certainly, those were all there in spades; certainly, they'd be worth it, if you managed to keep up. No-one quite managed it, because Sirius wasn't interested in holding back or in pulling his punches or in paring himself down so that others would find him more palatable. There were many who were drawn to him, but only one who stayed.

That didn't mean that James found Sirius easy to deal with, of course: Even as children, even though they were best friends, Sirius was hard to predict at the best of times. It had been a process of trial and error, until James learned to guess at the reasoning behind Sirius' actions: He would say that he didn't care about his birthday, but he would sulk if it looked as though James had forgotten. He would say that Christmas was for babies, but he never let a year pass without leaving a gift in James' hands. He claimed, ludicrously, to have no interest whatsoever in Quidditch, but after James made the team, Sirius never missed a match.

Sirius grew more handsome and more complicated by the year, and even James was hard-pressed to understand some of the things that Sirius said or did. Sirius took the piss out of James with relentless glee each time Lily Evans shot James down, softening just enough to pull James close and murmur encouragement in his ear, only to turn snappish and moody if James made any headway. Sirius had no interest in seriously dating anyone, going through girls (and boys) with callous indifference, but he could promise James forever and mean it, his words an oath that left no room for doubt.

Sirius always said that he never wanted to risk their friendship, and yet Sirius was the one who kissed James first; he was the one who started it, who insisted that it remain in dusty broom closets and dark alleyways, but he seethed whenever someone assumed that James was single, or worse, with Lily. James had to grow accustomed to Sirius' absences, the nights when Sirius disappeared from their dorm and came back in the pale hours of dawn in a cloud of cheap drink and cheaper perfume, falling asleep with his arms locked around James as if James was the one who might disappear.

It was a purely temporary thing, the two of them, and one day it would end; James would find himself a pretty wife and a cozy home and all the things that Sirius couldn't give him, and Sirius would be fine, because it's not like Sirius wanted them anyway.

Sirius' eyes say differently, but James lets him lie.

#prongsfoot microfic #prongsfoot #bambibelle #starbucks #james potter #sirius black #fics by sol

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bouquetface · 4 months ago

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Hi! I want to participate in ASTRO game

DOB: 15 March 2003

Time: 3:20pm

Place: Gurgaon, Haryana, India (currently at the same place too)

My current fav song: About you by The 1975

Thank youuuu 🫶

Hello

You may be very youthful in appearance. You naturally have leadership skills. You can become incredibly luckily throughout your life. The negative side to Jupiter & Moon together in first house is you can be prone to overspending/overindulgence. When Jupiter has the lowest degree it controls the Moon. Jupiter expands the moon’s desires. On the bright side, your Mars is exalted. This makes you very driven and ambitious. You can achieve anything you desire when passionate. So while you must be cautious of making unnecessarily expensive purchases throughout life, you are likely to be fine even if you do.

You may want to consider a career in the medical field. Doctor, Nurse, Vet, Physiotherapy. Your career will end with you in a position of leadership. Your career may be one that has you moving around a lot. Like a physical therapist or fitness trainer. You may want to consider entrepreneurship later in life. In the workplace, you may find people are jealous of you.

You may have dealt with this in childhood as well. Finding good friends may have not been easy. People may leave you out for reasons you don’t understand. Sometimes what your family and friends desire for you does not align with who you are. It can be difficult for you to express certain sorts of yourself. You can feel restricted by people. You need freedom to be yourself.

Your future partner is a charming person. They are very work orientated. They may be in a high position in their workplace. They are confident. Sometimes they are very stubborn. Your relationship would be like two best friends. Honest and good conversationalist.

In 2024, according to your solar return, you could be cutting ties with certain relationships. With the Uranus conjunct Mars happening this month in your 10th, you could have issues with your reputation or workplace. People may be gossiping about you and your personal life this month. You may find out and choose to cut ties with these people. Or you may be in arguments with these people.

Although, there are good times, this tension in relationships may be difficult for you. Emotionally you could be all over the place. Very Moody. Very hurt and shocked by what others are doing.

2025 is likely to be much better. You may expand your social circle. Through clubs, new courses, new school, etc.

I hope you liked the reading. Please leave feedback. I am unsure if i got much correct as I’m not very familiar with your placements.

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anticomedygarden · 2 years ago

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i guess you'd rather be a martyr tonight

@wolfstarmicrofic march 15 prompt 'martyr'

title from billy joel's 'an innocent man'

It was June 1978, and Remus and his friends had just graduated Hogwarts.

Their future was bright; they were full of potential. It would take another couple of years for them to shed that attitude.

Not Remus, though. He could confidently say that he had never been destined for anything. His life was basically over at 4, anyway.

So it was no wonder that whenever Dumbledore came knocking at his door looking for Order recruits, he jumped at the chance. He owed the man a great debt, after all.

The surprising part was Sirius. Remus would have thought that his boyfriend would be just as eager as him to fight for justice, but apparently, he had been wrong.

"I just think that we should consider our options," he was saying.

"What options?" Remus countered. "It's either fight or die."

The two of them were standing in their living room discussing Dumbledore's offer, although the term discussion was generous.

Sirius shook his head. "It's not like we'd never fight. I'm just saying, maybe we could put it off for a bit. We're 18, for Merlin's sake! We shouldn't have to decide now."

"Yet here we are." Remus ran a hand through his hair. "What do you think we'll get if we wait? There is a war outside, right now. All we'd be doing is pushing off the inevitable."

Sirius shook his head again. "Why are you so eager to be a martyr?"

Remus stilled. A martyr? "I don’t want to die,” he said. “Is that what you think?" Sirius hesitated a beat before nodding shyly, staring at the floor. Remus stepped toward him and threaded their hands together. "I just want my life to mean something."

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "And it won't if you let yourself be happy for a few months?"

Remus sighed. Sirius just didn't understand. "You say that as someone with something to fall back on, Sirius. You have healer training. You're a pureblood. You don’t turn into a bloody monster once a month. What do I have?"

Sirius grabbed Remus' other hand. "You have me."

Remus paused, then smiled. "You're right, I do have you." He gently put his hands on Sirius' shoulders and leaned down to press their lips together. When he pulled back again, he said, "I guess we can wait a bit longer."

It was September 1978, and Remus and Sirius were on their first mission for the Order.

It was a pretty boring one, just a stakeout. They were waiting in front of a supposed Death Eater hangout to try and get names and data.

So far, nada.

"How long do we have to wait here?" Sirius said yet again.

"Til a meteor crashes down and kills us all," Remus deadpanned. The full was a couple days away, and he was feeling rather irritable.

Sirius huffed. "I have work at 6 a.m. tomorrow. We can't stay out here all night."

Remus threw his binoculars down. "Just be happy they let us out on a mission in the first place."

Sirius wasn’t having it. "When Moody said mission, I was hoping for something a bit more exciting." He paused. "And quicker."

It had been fully dark for about four hours now, and they had been sitting in this car since midday light. Sirius hadn't stopped talking the entire time.

It was equal parts endearing and annoying.

When Remus didn't answer, Sirius continued. "If you weren't so damn dead set on being a martyr, we could be home in bed right-"

Abruptly, Remus stretched over the center console to seal Sirius' tirade with a kiss, grazing his teeth over his boyfriend's bottom lip.

Sirius looked stunned. "What was that for?"

"You stopped talking, didn't you?" Remus reasoned.

Sirius blushed. "If I was being too much, you could have just-"

Remus kissed him again, this time flicking his tongue against Sirius' teeth before putting his index finger on his boyfriend's lips.

"You are never too much." And Remus was ready to fight Walburga Black any day of the month for making Sirius think he was.

The blush slowly crawled down to Sirius' neck, and his eyes flickered out the window. "Back seat?"

Remus nodded, seat belt already unbuckled. "Back seat."

It was April 1980, and Remus was packing a bag.

Dumbledore had just owled about a mission to infiltrate a werewolf den potentially involved with the Death Eaters. Remus had immediately set out to go, ignoring his boyfriend's death glare.

When he made it to the door, it was to see Sirius leaning against the wall, his eyes betraying his fear. "I don't want you to go."

Remus cupped his cheek. "I don't either, but I have to do this."

Sirius shook his head. "No you don't. Why can't you just say no?"

Remus swiped his thumb under Sirius' eye, right over an escaped tear. "This is the only way I can contribute to the war."

Sirius' eyes hardened, but he didn't argue. "Don't be a martyr."

Remus smiled. "I'll do my best."

It was November 1980, and they were losing.

"Cover me!" Sirius shouted.

Remus quickly threw up a protego charm, praying he could hold it as long as it took Sirius to run to the other side of the building.

They had been on a mission to rescue captured Order members from a Death Eater stronghold, but it had taken a turn for the worst when one of them accidentally tripped a ward. They'd been battling half a dozen Death Eaters ever since.

Miraculously, Sirius made it to the other side and managed to get off an incendio, taking out three of their opponents.

Unfortunately, that left Remus to fight the remaining ones on his own while Sirius released the prisoners.

He threw up another shield charm and momentarily wished for James or Lily to pop up, though he knew it was impossible, what with the baby and all.

Suddenly, an expulso hit his shield, and it collapsed. He ducked behind a pillar.

A moment later, it crumbled to dust and he felt a curse hit his left arm, rendering it numb. He thrust his right arm forward with another expulso.

All of a sudden, a loud boom rocked the building, and Remus only stayed upright because he fell into a wall. When he turned back around, all six Death Eaters were tied up on the floor, and the now released Order members were standing over them.

Remus jumped in surprise as Sirius popped up next to him. "Are you okay, are you hurt?” He started poking and prodding the taller of the two all over.

Remus cast a cursory glance over his boyfriend, checking him for injuries. When he didn't see any, he said, "I'm not hurt, but I can't feel my left arm."

The black haired man immediately set his wand against the tawny haired one's shoulder. "Numbing charm," he muttered.

A second later, Remus felt pins and needles travel down his arm from his shoulders to his fingertips. He raised the limb to touch Sirius' face. "Thank you, love."

"Of course," Sirius murmured. "Can't have you turning into a martyr."

It was June 1981, and Remus was late.

He turned his key in the lock and prayed Sirius was already asleep. He did not have the energy for an argument.

Of course, he could not be so lucky.

"Where have you been?" Sirius asked before the door was even all the way open.

Once, his first question would have been, "Are you hurt?" Not anymore. Not since the news of the spy.

"I told you when I left. I was with the werewolves." Remus dumped his keys in the bowl by the door and went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea.

"Dorcas and Marlene are dead."

Remus stilled. That couldn't be right. He has seen them both before he'd left. They weren't happy, exactly, but they were together. They were alive.

"Marlene died first. Then Dorcas six weeks later."

Remus stirred. "Why are you telling me this?"

There wasn't so much as a rustle. "I'm trying to see if there's still a piece of you that cares."

Remus turned to face him. "What are you trying to say?" As if he didn’t know. As if he didn’t suspect Sirius of the exact same thing.

"You know exactly what I'm trying to say."

Remus continued into the kitchen and opened the tea cabinet. "I'm not the spy, Sirius. I don't know how else to say it."

"Then stay here!" Sirius exclaimed, following Remus into the kitchen. "Stay here with me. Stop going out on these pointless missions!"

Remus slammed the cabinet closed. "Pointless? You think what I'm doing is pointless?"

Sirius shrugged, and Remus saw red. "What has it done so far?"

The werewolf took a deep breath. "What has gotten into you? You used to be happy when I came home."

There was a sniffle, and Remus was surprised to see tears glistening on Sirius' cheeks. "Regulus is dead, Remus."

Remus' eyes widened.

"We got the news last week." He sniffled again. "Apparently, he's been dead since ‘79." Remus stepped forward, but Sirius held up a hand. "He died betraying Voldemort."

Remus gasped. "What?"

Sirius nodded, grey eyes filled with pain. "I can't help but think, what if I had tried harder when we were younger? What if I tried to reconnect? Would he still be alive?"

Remus' heart absolutely broke. "You can't possibly blame yourself-"

"I don’t. But I can't help it." He rubbed his face with his hands and let out a sob. "He was my little brother."

He broke down, crying, and Remus, he just stood there, screaming at himself to go, go hug his grief-stricken boyfriend, and when he finally did, Sirius shoved him away. "No! If you want to be a martyr, fine, but I don't want any part of it!" Then he turned and ran to their bedroom, sobs echoing off the walls.

Once he heard their bedroom door click shut, Remus’ knees gave out, and he slid down to the floor, legs drawn up to his chest, face resting on his bent arms.

How did it come to this?

Four months later, James and Lily would die at the hands of Voldemort after they were betrayed by Peter Pettigrew who would frame Sirius for his crimes, but Remus wouldn't learn the truth for another 13 years. Harry would go to his aunt and uncle, and Remus would not be happy for a long time.

Turned out, Sirius had been wrong. Remus would never be a martyr.

Because it was November 1981, and his life was over.

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanfic #my fic #my writing #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #marauders era #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fic #wolfstarmicrofic #jily #james potter #lily evans #harry potter #peter pettigrew #regulus black #dorlene mention #martyr

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goldenseresinretriever · 4 months ago

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You Catch More Bees With Honey: Chapter 15

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw, blindsided by a team he trusted like family has been traded to the San Diego Dogfighters. Across the country from the place he calls home, Bradley feels lost and betrayed. Not to mention the familiar faces and ghosts from his past that he now has to face every day at work. Bradley’s caught between wanting to show his former team the mistake they made in double-crossing him and wondering if it’s time to hang up his skates after one final season. You’re living your dream as the PR representative for the Dogfighters. When Coach Maverick made a bid to bring his godson to the team, you hadn’t batted an eye. Bradley was a good teammate, and a good player. Unfortunately, the Bradley that shows up in San Diego is nothing like your research suggested. He’s moody, irritable, aggressive, and angry, throwing a wrench in all your careful planning. What’s caused such a drastic change in him? And can you figure out how to help him before he makes a mistake you can’t fix?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, dead parents, drunkenness, alcohol consumption, violence, sports violence, blood probably, angst, fluff, eventual smut, age gap (28 and 38), enemies to lovers, suggestive language, hockey inaccuracies etc. There will be individual chapter warnings. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 5.8k

A/N: This is a repost of my completed series, You Catch More Bees With Honey. It was originally posted in November-March 2023, and was lost when my blog was deleted.

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You try to shake off the bad feeling in your heart but you can’t help it. The atmosphere at the bench is tense, and you can tell even the players are catching on. There’s been uneasy vibes radiating from Maverick and Dare all day and you can’t help but feel it spiking your anxiety. They’d seemed fine at practice last night, but clearly, something’s changed. You want to ask Bradley if he knows something but if you were going to question it, the time has long since passed. The game was in full swing and you watch the Dogfighters and Flyers zipping along the eyes as you attempt to quell your anxiety. Both teams are fired up, and Bradley’s been playing well. The energy from the players is infectious and the fans are extra loud tonight. You’ve caught sight of more than a few Flyers fans wearing Bradley’s old jersey and you feel an ache in your chest at the idea of wearing your boyfriend’s number. On nights when Bugs is off duty, she’s usually dressed down at games in Jake’s jersey or some other outfit that sports his number somehow, proud to show off her love for her boyfriend. Josie Fitch, leader of the Dogfighter’s WAGs always seems to be stylishly repping her husband’s number alongside her two children and you catch yourself once again daydreaming of a future with Bradley before the refs’ whistle breaks you of your thoughts as the puck goes out of play.

You try to disguise your apprehension as you flip through your notes, triple-checking the interview lineup for the first intermission. Reporters were unsurprisingly requesting Bradley left and right as he faced his old team for the first time in the season. You’d made sure to remind him to be on his best behavior but that didn’t seem to be a problem. Bradley was in the best mood over the past two days that he’d been in all season and it warmed your heart. He’d missed his friends and they’d welcomed him back with open arms. You wish he could be like that all the time and your heart aches at the idea of him having to leave them behind all over again tomorrow. Regardless of the outcome of the game, the boys are all planning to go out again tonight, relishing the short time they have together before once again going months without being able to see each other. They’ll be coming to San Diego in February and you can already tell how excited Bradley is for that game.

You look up again as the line changes and you watch Bradley swing over the boards, flashing you a rogueish grin that has nerves erupting in your stomach for a completely different reason. He puckers his lips in a quick kissing motion before grabbing his bottle and squirting water into his mouth, mouth guard clenched between his teeth for safekeeping. You smile at him and you’re about to turn your attention back to the game when you feel another set of eyes on you. You turn and see a questioning set of green eyes watching you and you realize he’s caught yours and Bradley’s little exchange. He raises a blonde eyebrow at you and you shrug, a shy smile on your face. His eyes widen in surprise, looking between you and Bradley who’s not at all paying attention to your silent exchange with Jake who’s currently mouthing “OH. MY. GOD.”

Javy’s noticed what’s going on between the two of you and rolls his eyes, waggling his fingers at you and you wave back. Jake grabs his shoulder, still reeling from this new information as he leans over to whisper in Javy’s ear and while you can’t hear Javy’s response over the crowd you can clearly see his mouth form the words, “Well, DUH,” and Jake glances between the two of you with mock betrayal before shaking his head and turning back to the game. Javy rolls his eyes and grins at you which you return before he bumps Bradley’s shoulder and whispers something in his ear. Bradley turns to look at you and you shrug, still grinning as he smiles back and then glances in Jake’s direction but their captain is back in work mode.

***

Bradley’s first set of interviews goes well, yet you still can’t shake the apprehension gripping your heart. You’re trying not to fret as you wait in the hallway to go back to the bench. The locker room door swings open and Jake steps out, giving you a conspiratorial grin before he swings a smelly arm around your shoulder. “You little minx! How long have you and Bradshaw been dating?!” He hisses and you laugh.

“Since Denver, but we signed the paperwork when we got back from D.C.” Jake’s jaw drops.

“Denver?! That was like the first week of November, it’s December now! When were you going to tell me, tell us?” You shrug lightheartedly.

“We’re taking things slow,” you explain. “I wanted some time to figure out what we were doing before getting everyone else’s opinion.” Jake considers that and nods slowly.

“Fine. Who all knows then, because right now I’m really trying not to be offended that you told Javy before me.” You sigh before awkwardly admitting the truth.

“Javy, Mickey, Dragon, and Bob probably. Coach Dare knows too, and the information’s been in both our files for a month now so I wouldn’t be surprised if the other higher-ups know too.” Jake looks even more wounded.

“So everyone but me.” You wince.

“When you put it like that… yeah.” Jake groans and you look up at him, embarrassed. “Sorry Jake, I didn’t mean for it to happen like that.”

“It’s okay, I can’t stay mad at you, Zam. Not after everything you’ve done for me and Bugs. And for Bradley.” You raise an eyebrow and he clarifies. “He’s completely changed and I was wondering why but I have my answer now. You did that and I can’t thank you enough.” You smile at that and he gives you another squeeze before releasing you. The other guys start pouring out of the locker room then and head back up the tunnel, giving you high fives and fist bumps as they pass you by. Bradley’s hand lingers on yours momentarily as he high-fives you and you flash him another small smile as he walks past you.

***

About halfway through the second period, play stops for a TV time out and the jumbotrons flash as they cut to a closeup of Bradley on the Dogfighters’s bench and the crowd goes wild as he smiles and waves at the camera. The camera cuts to a series of highlights from Bradley’s career with the Flyers and you feel tears press against the backs of your eyes as you see a younger Bradley playing his first game, scoring his first goal, and side by side with a younger Lucas and eventually Alex and Wyatt. The crowd is on their feet, deafening as they cheer for Bradley as the video comes to a close with footage from what ended up being his last game as a Flyer last season. Bradley smiles for the camera but you know that it’s probably overwhelming for him to see his city showing him a rare and special kind of love that he doesn’t get back at home in San Diego.

The jumbotron flashes again and Wyatt’s face comes up, and he seems to be sitting in the Flyers’s locker room. He’s grinning at the camera as he starts to speak. “Bradley’s been such a big part of my life. I mean, I came to Philly this fresh-faced kid and I had no idea what I was doing. Sure, I could play hockey and the coaches here helped me become a good player, but Bradley made me a man. He raised me in a way, and it was so special, being able to live with him for seven years. That’s something I’m never going to forget or be able to repay him for.”

The video cuts to Lucas in the same spot. “Bradley is, well, he’s my best friend. We came to Philly together, met at the draft, and I’ll never forget standing in that green room with him afterward, wearing our brand-new jerseys and thinking about how lucky we were. And then I got the privilege of playing with him for twelve years and I remember every time our contracts were about to be up, I’d start feeling this bit of apprehension, because what if it was over? What if we got separated? Hockey became synonymous with Bradley over the years and I honestly didn’t know if I wanted to play if it wasn’t with him. So obviously, when I found out he was leaving, I didn’t really know what to do, and I’ll never forget what he said to me. He said as long as we were playing hockey, it didn’t matter where we were, or what jerseys we were wearing, we would be playing together because we’d still be playing the same game. He really is my brother in every way that matters and I’m so proud of him, the Dogfighters are lucky to have him.” Tears are running freely down your cheeks at this point and you can’t find it in you to try and stop them anymore.

“Bradley’s such a great teammate.” Alex is on the screen now. “I’ve played with so many d-men over the years, and there’s really no one that does it like him. He brings his A-game both on and off the ice. He’s a team player and he’s going to make you feel like family no matter what.” Your heart clenches at his sweet words. “I miss him, of course, but I know there’s nothing better that a brand new team like San Diego could ask for in a player. He’s going to be amazing there, just wait and see.” You swipe at your cheeks and you can barely make him out through your own watery eyes but you can tell Bradley’s doing the same.

***

Bradley scores a goal in the second period and the crowd still goes wild even if he’s on the opposing team and the reporters are buzzing about it during intermission. The score is currently tied 3-3 about halfway through the third period. Both teams are starting to really bear down in an attempt to keep the game from going into overtime. You chew your lip absently, the apprehension from earlier coming back. Your heart stops then as one of Philly’s defensemen shoves Jake into the boards roughly near the bench and Jake falls to the ice, eyes flashing. Before anyone can react, Bradley’s on the D-man, shoving him hard, gloves falling to the ice and your heart is in your throat as the other defenseman drops his as well as the two grown men tussle, fists flying. Your eyes flit to refs, hoping they’ll step in, but you know that this is a part of the game. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears as you watch the Philadelphia defenseman land a particularly hard hit and it unbalances Bradley and then he’s falling you hear his head hit the ice in a sound that stops your heart. You’re not sure if you scream but suddenly the refs are blowing a whistle and Dare is moving over the bench to the boards, shoving past players as play stops. Jake skates over immediately, his face a mask of concern but it’s nothing compared to Maverick. He’s frozen stiff as he stares at Bradley’s crumpled form on the ice, his face as white as a sheet and you wonder if he’s even seeing Bradley as he looks upon the scene or if he’s reliving a different day in a different arena. Then Bugs is on the ice, kneeling by Bradley and you can’t breathe because he’s not getting up. He’s not moving at all. You can’t breathe and you feel a hand grasp yours. You tear your eyes away from Bradley to see Dragon’s eyes on you. She’s concerned and you wonder why she’s so worried about you until you realize you’re shaking, your whole body unable to stop from trembling as you watch helplessly as Bradley comes to, and Bugs starts doing a preliminary check on him before Jake and Javy help him to his feet and down the tunnel. Bradley doesn’t turn to look at you and you can tell that the other two men are supporting most of his weight. You’re on your feet then but a firm hand on your shoulder stops you.

“Zam, you need to breathe.” Dragon’s voice is firm but you can hear the concern in it. The other players have returned to the bench and you hear Mickey’s voice calling for you as his hand comes to rest on your shoulder but you feel like you’re underwater. Your legs are jelly but you push past Dragon.

“No, no, I need to go with him. I need to be with him. I need to be with Bradley.” You’re at least half right you know that reporters are going to be swarming like flies for the first news on Bradley’s condition. That being said, you’re not in any mental state to face the press right now, you just want to be by your boyfriend’s side. At some point, Maverick followed down the tunnel and you know that leaving the bench devoid of staff is the last thing you should be doing right now but you push past the other guys and shove your way through the door to the tunnel where you take off in a sprint. You can’t see where they’ve gone and you feel yourself panic before you hear someone calling your name. It’s Javy.

“Zam? Zam, what are you doing here?”

“I need to see him, Javy. I need to go with him. I need to be with him. I need to be with Bradley.” You fist the front of his uniform and Javy swears as he takes in your condition.

“They called an ambulance, he’s going to the hospital.” Your heart lurches at the words.

“I have to go with him, I need to go.” You beg him.

“No.” Another voice cuts you off and you turn to see Jake’s grim expression as he comes down the hallway that Javy just came down.

“What?” Your voice is hoarse and shell-shocked as you try and process Jake’s words.

“No, you’re not going with him. They just left. Mav, Dare, and Bugs all went with him and we have a game to finish. We’re already down both coaches, we need you here right now.” You gape at him as you realize what he’s saying.

“A game to finish? Do you even hear yourself right now? I know you hate him but can’t you have a little compassion? What if he dies, Jake? You saw how long he was down for, and I saw you both practically carry him out of here, and you just want to keep playing a stupid game?!” Your voice is a screech as you scream at Jake, flinging yourself at him as tears stream down your cheeks and you slam your fists against his chest. Jake pulls you into his arms and you scream, thrashing against his grip but he only holds you tighter as you cry.

“I don’t hate him, Zam, I could never hate him. And believe me, the last thing I want to do right now is finish this game, but they’re not going to stop it. We just have to get through the rest of this period. I don’t even care if we win, we just have to finish. There’s nothing else we can do for Bradley right now, but we can try to get this win, and he needs both of us to be strong right now. I’ve got a team that needs me out there and so do you. There’s going to be press all over our guys at the end of this game and I know it sounds selfish because it is, but we need you here to hold down the fort until Mav or Dare come back. And maybe you feel like Bradley needs you, and I get that, believe me, I get that, but right now the best way to help him is to help us get through this game, can you do that for me?” You take a shuddering breath against his chest but you nod because he’s right. The Dogfighters need you here and when Jake finally lets you go, you straighten. Footsteps down the hallway alert you to Dragon’s presence.

“The refs are calling for things to start back up in five, you guys need to get back out there.” Her face is grim and you roll your shoulders back, straightening as you march past her, making a beeline for the bathroom.

“Alright boys, let’s go win this fucking game.”

***

After a brief moment in the bathroom to collect yourself and fix your makeup, you return to the arena. The refs are speaking with the Philadelphia coaches at the scorekeeper’s bench and you swing the door to the tiny area open and all eyes are on you.

“Where are your coaches?” One of the coaches asks, dubiously eyeing your pink suit.

“On their way to the hospital with Bradshaw, you’ll be working with me and Captain Seresin for the rest of the game.” The man’s eyebrows raise in surprise. You turn away from him, addressing the refs.

“Bradshaw’s out for the rest of the game, let’s get this show back on the road as soon as possible so we can get out of here.”

“You’re not a coach,” The Philly coach interjects and you fix him with a hard glare as the door to the box swings open again and Dragon holds up her badge so he can see.

“Well I am, and I would start listening to her unless you want things to get nasty.” He gawks at her but she simply fixes him with a similar glare. “Our manager has been informed of the situation and he’ll be on the first flight to Philly and you can discuss this with him when he gets here tomorrow. For now, time is ticking, so let’s finish this game. You’re holding up the broadcasting schedule for the rest of the night.” He knows she’s right and the refs arrange for the game to continue in five minutes. You and Dragon make your way back to the bench where Jake’s addressing the team with a furrowed brow. He looks at the two of you as you approach.

“Well?”

“The game resumes in five minutes, suit up.” You say and he nods firmly. Jake slides his helmet back on and you turn to the rest of the guys. “Let’s win this. For Bradley.” You say tightly and the guys nod their assent. You can tell they’re all worried for him. “They’re all yours, Captain,” you tell Jake and head back to your seat. Jake’s right. You’re needed here. Bradley needs time, space, and most of all privacy and you can buy that for him. You all can.

***

You’re exhausted. The game ended up going into overtime where Jake ended up scoring the winning goal, preventing the game from going into a shootout. You’d spent the rest of the third period checking your phone incessantly for updates regarding Bradley but once the game went into OT, you headed out of the rink to start organizing the post-game routine with Maria, leaving Dragon in charge on the bench. Muscle memory took over as you did your best to prepare for interviews. Not only were you going to have to facilitate the players’ interviews, but you suspected you would be called upon alongside Dragon to take the place of the absent coaches. When the game finished, you watch the guys file down the tunnel, hardly in the mood to celebrate. Jake sees you first and jogs over.

“Any updates?” He asks breathlessly and you shake your head, wringing your hands. “Hey, hey it’s gonna be okay, you hear me? He’s going to be fine.” Jake cups your cheeks in his hands meeting your eyes with his green ones and even though his voice is firm and sure you can see the uncertainty and fear swimming in their emerald depths. You feel your tears threatening to make a reappearance and you swallow painfully as you nod in Jake’s grip as you fight them back.

“Get changed,” you tell him, ignoring the way your voice shakes, “Let’s get out of here as soon as possible.” He lets you go, nodding firmly.

While the guys are getting changed, you mentally prepare yourself to deal with the press and when you get to the interview area, you’ve got your best neutral smile plastered on your face, ready to face the wolves.

“Zam! Are there any updates on Bradley Bradshaw’s condition?” You do your best to maintain your composure.

“I haven’t received any updates from the members of staff accompanying Mr. Bradshaw or the hospital itself, but no news is good news.” You fight to keep your smile in place. “Next question?”

“What’s your opinion on the Bradshaw family being cursed?” You blink, surprised by the strange question.

“Excuse me?” You stammer.

“Well, Nick Bradshaw died after an accident occurring in the Flyer’s old arena, and now his son’s-“

“Bradley’s not dead.” Your voice is firm and more aggressive than you intended as you cut off the reporter.

“Not yet, no, but even back then Nick Bradshaw was cleared of any medical issues before he died not even forty-eight hours later from a brain hemorrhage.” Your vision is swimming as you struggle to breathe when a sharp voice cuts through the air.

“Excuse me but what the fuck kind of question is that?” You’re jerked back to the presence as Dragon swears at the reporter, her eyes blazing in fury. “What kind of heartless person asks that kind of question? Bradley’s a person, one of our players, and you want us to bet on his survival like it’s some kind of game?” Her lip curls in disgust. “This interview is about the game that just occurred if you weren’t paying attention. Either you ask questions about the game or we can have security escort you out.” The reporter snorts, gazing between the two of you as a sneer curls over his face.

“You want to talk about professionalism? Where are the coaches? We can’t talk about the game without the actual coaching staff present.” Dragon is full-on seething now as you let your mind and body drift off into a sense of numbness.

“I’m a coach, thank you very much.” She snaps. “The goalie development coach and you can refer to me as Coach Simpson.” She enunciates her last name with a cool venom that makes the reporter’s eyes bug out as he realizes exactly who she is. “I’m sure my father will appreciate knowing that your news organization needs to be blacklisted from future press events for unprofessional and hostile behavior towards coaching and PR staff.” It’s at that moment that Jake appears, the first out of the locker room, dressed back in his pregame suit.

“What’s going on here, Coach?” He asks, eyes flitting between the reporter in Dragon’s sights, her tense form, and your barely-there presence.

“This reporter needs to be escorted out,” Dragon says coolly and the man begins to sputter as Jake nods, calling for security and they escort the reporter out of the press area. Jake and Dragon speak quietly for a moment before he places a gentle hand on your shoulder and you blink, coming back to yourself. You let him lead you down the hallway away from the eyes of the press.

“Hey Zam, let’s get you out of here. We’ll handle the rest of the interviews, just hold tight and then we can all go to the hospital together okay?” You nod numbly, not trusting your voice. “Hey?” You look up when Jake calls to you again and you see the concern in his eyes. “You did good, okay? You did so well. He’s going to be so proud of you.” You feel your heart squeeze at that and before you can move towards him, Jake pulls you into his arms. “I’m so proud of you, just hold tight for a little longer and we’ll go see him,” Jake promises before letting you go. Mickey’s heading towards the two of you and Jake nods to him. “Take care of her, I’m going to finish off these interviews and then we’re going straight to the hospital. Pack up Bradshaw’s stuff.” Mickey nods, moving to stand next to you as Jake heads back down the hall.

When he’s out of sight, Mickey turns to you, concern evident in his brown eyes and then you crumble with a heaving sob. He catches you and holds you tightly against his chest as the sobs overtake you.

“I can’t lose him!” You sob into his chest and Mickey’s arms tighten. “I can’t! I just got him, I can’t lose him!” You’re shaking uncomfortably at this point. “I can’t lose any more people, Mickey, I can’t! I still miss her, I can’t miss him too, it’ll kill me, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.” You know you’re being loud and that there’s a chance that someone will hear your sobs but you can’t find it in yourself to care anymore. “I need him! I need Bradley!” You start begging to whom you’re not sure but Mickey steels himself before shifting to try and get you back on your feet.

“Okay, let’s go.” You blink, sobs caught in your throat at his words.

“W-what?”

“Let’s go,” he says again, his gaze hard yet full of love and concern. “Let’s go see Bradley.”

“B-but Jake said-“ Mickey shakes his head.

“I don’t care what Jake said, they can catch up after the press event is over. We’re going now.” Relief and thankfulness flood through you but you can’t form the words. Mickey’s features soften gently and he starts to pull you down another hallway. “Come on, let’s go Zam.” You follow after him, tripping over your feet to keep up. You’re not sure where he’s going but you’re too emotionally exhausted to ask. Suddenly a voice calls out behind you, and you stop, turning towards the voice.

“Zam!” Lucas is sprinting after you, dressed in his suit, hair sticking up waywardly from running his hands through it. His eyes widen when he sees your face and you’re sure you look like a wreck. “Is he…” his face is a mask of fear and you shake your head quickly.

“I don’t know, we haven’t heard anything. We're going to the hospital now.” He nods slowly, processing the news.

“How’re you getting to the hospital?” He asks, finally, and Mickey answers.

“I’m going to call an Uber.” Lucas looks at him like he’s insane.

“No, you’re not, I’m driving. Do you know which hospital?” You give him the name that Bugs had texted you, the only update she'd provided so far and then you and Mickey follow him.

***

When the three of you reach the hospital, you’re all on edge as you burst into the ER. You march up to the desk, “I’m looking for Bradley Bradshaw?” You ask, breathlessly and the nurse gives you a shrewd look.

“I’m afraid this is a hospital, not a zoo, we respect the privacy of all our patients regardless of their celebrity status.” You blink, surprised by her response as you realize that she thinks you’re from the press or even a fan. You shake your head.

“I’m on his staff.” You fumble for your badge and show it to her and she gives you another long look before her eyes drift to the boys and her eyes widen in recognition at the sight of Lucas.

“Ma’am, we really need to see Bradley,” he says and you can tell he’s fighting past his own hysteria right now. He fumbles for his wallet before flashing his ID. “Please.” She looks between him and his ID and then at you and Mickey before she straightens.

“This way,” and she leads the three of you through a set of doors and towards an elevator. The four of you ride up a few floors before the doors open onto a quiet hallway. She leads you past the nurses’ station where some of the staff stop and gawk at the sight of Lucas and Mickey as you follow the nurse. She leads you to a door and opens it.

Your heart jumps as you take in the sight of Bradley asleep in a hospital bed, a bandage around his head and his face swollen from the hits he took from the other defenseman. The steady beep of his heart monitor eases your mind with its steady rhythm. Next to the bed, slumped on an uncomfortable-looking couch is Bugs. She seems to be asleep too. Maverick and Dare are nowhere to be found. You go to his side instantly, your hand finding his, dodging the tubes attached to it to slide your fingers into them. You squeeze gently.

“Hey Bear, I’m here. I’m sorry it took me so long, but I’m here.” You whisper as tears stream down your cheeks in relief at seeing him alive. You reach your other hand to brush his curls off his forehead gently. You want nothing else than to climb into the bed beside him and curl up against his chest but you turn to address the nurse but she’s gone. Mickey is arranging Bugs so she can lie down and hopefully avoid a crick in the neck as Lucas approaches Bradley tentatively, clearly wanting to give you space. You smile at him and motion for him to come closer and he does.

“Hey brother,” he whispers and you feel your heart clench with love. “It’s me, I’m here.” He hesitates before adding. “You don’t have to worry about Zam, I’ll take care of her until you’re back up and running.” You gaze at him and he turns to you then. “I mean that. Whatever you need? All you have to do is ask. I know you’ve got other people. It looks like you have a good support system, but if you ever need anything. You can always call me.” You smile and hug Lucas and he pulls you close.

“Thank you.” You whisper. “For everything.” Lucas shakes his head against your back.

“He would do the same for me, more even. We’re family. Welcome to the fold.” You smile softly as he lets you go. Sound comes from where Mickey’s standing by Bugs, his phone pressed up to his ear and you can hear an angry voice on the other end as Mickey winces. He mouths Jake’s name at you before excusing himself out into the hallway.

At the sound of the door, Bugs shifts, stretching before she spots you and Lucas. “Zam!” She yelps as she attempts to stand up too quickly and almost falls over, grabbing the wall for support. You cross over to her and wrap her in a hug that she returns once she gets her bearings.

As you pull away you can’t hold the question in any longer. “How is he?” You whisper, almost afraid to ask.

She smiles at you and squeezes your shoulder gently. “He’s perfectly fine. He cut his head on part of his helmet when he fell since it loosened during the fight, but other than that and some minor cuts and bruises, he’s going to be just fine. He wasn’t even concussed. Don’t worry we double-checked. Mav insisted on brain scans just to be sure, so he’s being kept overnight for observation as well as those scans first thing in the morning, but the doctors say he’s going to make a full recovery. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and suddenly the exhaustion of the evening catches up to you. You sway and Bugs just manages to grab your arms as you start collapsing. Lucas moves quickly, gathering you into his arms and helping Bugs move you to the couch where she was just sleeping.

“Hey, hey, hey, easy there.” He says with wide eyes. “I’m going to find you some water.” He looks at Bugs, “You’ll stay with her?” Bugs is about to answer when Mickey sticks his head back in the room. His eyes brighten as he spots Bugs.

“Oh thank god, Bugs I’m going to need your help, Jake’s on the way and he’s PISSED.” Bugs sighs and looks back at you.

“Are you going to be okay?” She asks. “We’ll be right back, just sit tight.” You nod wearily and she and Lucas head after Mickey, Lucas pausing at the door to give you one last look.

You wave him off with a small smile and then you’re finally alone with Bradley. Despite your promise to stay put you push to your feet, kicking your heels off and padding across the cold floor to Bradley’s bed. You know better, you really do, but right now you just need to feel him, to convince yourself that he’s going to be fine and you need more than words and promises. Thankfully he’s already slightly to one side of the bed, even as a bigger guy, and you use the last of your dwindling strength to pull yourself onto the bed beside him, being careful of the various tubes and wires. You curl against his chest, resting your ear over his heart, letting the steady rhythm and rise and fall of his chest soothe you. In one final act of selfishness, you lift his arm and place it over you, reveling in the gentle weight, reminding you that he’s there. “I miss you, Bear.” You whisper then, as you trace odd shapes on his chest through the hospital gown. It smells sterile and chemical like the hospital but if you focus you can get a whiff of his normal scent under it all, the smell of sweat combined with his woodsy cologne. You feel your body starting to feel heavy with sleep as you finally speak the three words that have been dancing on your tongue for weeks, and trapped in your mouth all night because all you could think about is what if you never got to tell him? What if you never got the chance? “I love you, Bradley. And I need you, so you have to be okay. I want to go home. I need my home.” Tears stream down your cheek and wet the hospital gown. You feel like you’ve cried enough tonight to fill an ocean and somehow you’re still not cried out. “I love you, Bear.” You whisper, but he doesn’t respond and the exhaustion combined with the steady beat of his heart lulls you to sleep in his arms.

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