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sc0tters · 3 months

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All Star Memories | Brock Boeser & Elias Pettersson

summary: it’s the all star break when you and your boyfriend decide to spice up your relationship, little did you know this would involve his teammate.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (fem & M receiving!), swearing, slight degradation.

word count: 4.60k

authors note: I had to get this out before the regular season games were back and I’m glad I did even if it was by a couple of hours! I think we need to make an entire segment on this account for fics where I write out @fantillisdaylight’s ideas into full smuts, so idea people let’s thank her for this one! I don’t wanna give away too much but I think you guys are going to enjoy this one, even with its different ending.

You knew you were playing a dangerous game.

Elias had been the captor of your heart for the last three years after you moved in with Quinn when you needed a change of scenery. Your older brother had to admit that he was surprised to see you in love with his teammate. But as you made Elias constantly smile till his cheeks hurt, Quinn knew that the Swede was in love too.

Yet one thing your brother never seemed to care for was that another one of his teammates had fallen for you too. Brock let his eyes hover on you for far too long to ever be seen as appropriate especially when you were in a relationship. Elias knew how his teammate felt about you and in all honesty he thought it was cute. There was something about it coupled with the fact that you clearly thought Brock was attractive.

Elias knew that you would never cheat on him but there was always something amusing about how you loved pissing Brock off. On the flight to Toronto you ended up between the two and as Elias fell asleep Brock teased you “you’re just his good little girl arent ya?” He joked letting out a laugh as you furrowed your eyebrows “I so am not!”

The argument continued on and as Brock thought he won, you knew that it was you who would win in the end “you okay älskling?” Elias mumbled as he watched you do your makeup “can you pick Brock last?” Your question made him smirk as his hand ran over your jaw hooking his fingers under your chin.

It made you smile as he was clearly considering it “and why would I do that?” He asked wanting to hear your reasoning “because you love me.” You quipped back making him laugh.

As he leaned down he kissed your lips “I’ll think about it.” What Elias didn’t know was that you had already convinced Jack and Quinn to do the same but instead with them you brought up the fact that they tried to stop you from dating Elias at the beginning. It was your perfect get out of jail free card for anything.

If Ellen were to find out the pure lengths the boys went to trying to stop Elias from going on a date with you. They would all be dead, especially now as your mom adored the love you held for your boyfriend. So it left you with the perfect thing to keep over the boys heads and now was the time that you were cashing it in.

Elias’ sigh brought you back to reality as he squeezed your shoulder “you ever think about him being our third?” His voice was barely over a mumble as he tapped your thigh motioning you to sit on his lap as he sat on your seat.

You forced your thighs together as you thought about it “he’s your teammate E.” You sighed as you shook your head.

Whilst you two had agreed on being open to the idea of a threesome, there was never someone you could find for the two of you. Brock was a logical option as you were both comfortable with him and that was easy to combine with the feelings he clearly had for you.

The boy smiled as he tucked your hair behind your ear “would you do it if he wasn’t?” The Swede pressed soft kisses against the skin of your neck “you know I only want you my love.” You groaned as you tried to get out of his grip “you know that you didn’t answer my question.” Elias squeezed the skin at your hips as he made you squeal.

He loved teasing you like that “I would want him to be our third then.” As you nodded it seemed the universe was set to taunt you as a knock came at the door “Elias you ready bro!” Brock complained as the Swede hadn’t responded to his messages.

Elias laughed as he saw your eyes go wide “yeah y/n is just finishing up.” You weren’t just finishing up, you weren’t even dressed yet “leave her she’s too slow!” You let out a scoff as you sat up “you asshole I’m not deaf!” It was now Brocks turn to laugh as Elias kissed your lips.

His hands were warm on your cheeks “see you later.” He mumbled pecking your lips before he left your room with you running your finger over your lips where his mouth left your smiling.

The draft came and went and before you knew it you were stood with Brock teasing him about what the boys had done “and you thought that Elias was in charge of me.” You laughed as you shook your head leaving Brock confused as he looked at you “is he not?” The blonde looked over you as Quinn and Elias were talking in the distance but the Swede was clearly more focused on the conversation that you were having.

Your lips formed a pout as you turned to see what he was talking about “you wanna know why you were drafted last?” You trailed off finally leaving him to gasp as he nodded figuring out what it was that you had done “well I think Elias over there wanted you to think he was listening to you.” Brocks words made you frown.

What you didn’t know was that as the American motioned to you to come closer to him your boyfriend was making his way over to you both “was told about how bratty you have been all week.” His rough voice made your cheeks turn red.

The pieces of the puzzle quickly found themselves connecting in your brain as your jaw went slack “was not.” You tried to protest as your hands formed fists “don’t lie to him älskling.” Elias clicked his tongue as he shook his head.

You didn’t know where you were meant to look “if I’m so bratty what are you gonna do about it.” You crossed your arms as you smirked thinking that you had beaten him “absolutely nothing.” Elias’ words made your face drop “but Brock here instead will make sure you are given exactly what you deserve.” He mumbled as he kissed the shell of your ear.

It was customary that Elias was physical with you yet Brock felt his mind run wild as he watched you both “he is?” Your thighs pressed together in an attempt to suppress the feelings you felt “only if you want me to.” Brock was quick to shake his head as he placed his hand on yours.

All of the worries that were once in your brain about Brock being a threesome partner for you two seemed to dissipate as you smiled merely sending him a nod. Elias was quick to kiss your head as he dug into his pocket and pulled out your key card before he slotted it into your hand.

You furrowed your eyebrows as Brock laughed “you want to be a good girl and go wait upstairs for us?” Elias tucked your hair behind your ear as they watched the gears turn in your mind “how do you want her?” As the question came to Brock it all but totally knocked the wind from his sails.

The way your eyes scanned his face brought him back to being that nervous boy who couldn’t talk to you without stumbling on his words “‘s up to you Brocky.” You smiled running your fingers over his shirt “on your bed.” The American sounded unsure of himself when he stood there trying to pick up on Elias’ body language.

Elias watched another player walk past you all “what do you want her in?” The Swede whispered to his teammate making the boys cheeks turn red “nothing.” Brock imagined it as his eyes practically undressed you themselves “älskling you hear him?” Elias turned his attention back to you as you nodded.

The boy pecked your lips as he smiled “you go upstairs and we will be there in a few minutes.” It should have been embarrassing the way you sped through there as you headed to the elevator. The teammates couldn’t help but laugh as they watched you send them one final glance before you were off “you sure you’re cool with this?” Brock knew that it was Elias who brought it up to him but the Swede was known for being possessive of you, and rightfully so.

You stared at your reflection in your mirror as you were in nothing but your underwear and heels “you getting cold feet?” You could hear them from outside the door as it reminded you that you were meant to be getting ready for them.

As you reached back to unclip your bra the door opened leaving you looking like a deer in headlights “älskling I had such high hopes for you tonight.” Elias sighed as he clicked his tongue “I’m sorry I-” you were cut off as he kissed your lips.

Brock stared in awe as you were in a black matching set with your black heels “you were meant to be in nothing.” Elias ran his finger over your bra strap “I know but.” You tried to protest but it was clearly no use with the boys “how do we punish her?” The Swede’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

Having all that power it made Brock almost go mad “want her on the bed.” You listened as you sat down and looked at the duo “put your head on the pillows.” Brock motioned to you to shift back as you nodded.

Elias went and sat on the chair that sat to the left of the bed “remember he’s in charge älskling.” The Swede did just enough to remind you that he was still there “god you don’t know how much I’ve been thinking about this.” Brock confessed as he dropped his knees to the bed.

His hands were rough around your ankles as he undid your heels “you have me now.” You whimper as he pushed your legs apart letting him get a full view of your covered soaked cunt “Petey said you been thinking about this?” Brock teased you as he kissed your thighs making sure that each had its fair share of attention before he made any effort to move closer to your core.

All you could do was nod as you bit your lip “wanted it so bad.” Again Elias knew you loved him, but you each had people you that you guys classified as your free cards that you could find attractive and admit it. His were mainly celebrities in the form of models or actresses, yours just so happened to be his teammate who was right in front of you.

Brock smirked as he blew air on your cunt as your body shook “shouldn’t make you wait then?” He joked as you nodded “lift those legs of yours f’me then.” Brock watched your hips push to the air.

He hooked his fingers into your waistband as he slid your panties over your legs before he let them drop to the floor “god.” The American felt his jaw drop as he heard Elias laugh “she’s a pretty fucking girl ain’t she?” The Swede smirked as he had a similar reaction when he first went down on you.

Your cheeks grew warm as you turned your attention to Elias “think you need to get a move on before she keeps on looking at me.” Your boyfriend taunted his teammate “you really are just a needy girl aren’t ya?” Brock let his hand lay flat as he hit your cunt.

You jumped at the feeling as your head turned back to him “Petey she’s fucking soaked.” Brock groaned as he ran his fingers over your clit “she tastes even better.” Elias going down on you and he was going to let Brock know how responsive you were “loves tugging at your hair when you get her at the right spot.” His words made you writhe as you brought your hands to your chest.

The American decided that he wasn’t going to wait any longer as he finally dropped his head between your thighs “fuck!” You groaned feeling his lips latch onto your clit “how good is he baby?” Elias didn’t often refer to you with English pet names but as you sat there all you could do was moan as you turned to see him watching intently from beside you both.

Brock slowed himself down as he found his pace when he slotted his fingers into your cunt. They were arched in an effort to go closer to your g-spot “don’t stop.” You pleaded as you grew used to how different Brock was.

You had Elias who was always pushing you to your limits but he did it by edging you and Brock, on the other hand, was treating you like his last meal as he didn’t know when he’d get this chance with you again. Moans escaped from between your lips as they mixed with your innocent gasps. All of it seemed to only encourage Brock further as he looked up to see you staring at him.

As your cunt clenched around his fingers you felt your legs begin to give out “shift up baby.” Elias’ tone was soft as he towered over you “gonna make me come.” You announced as you pushed your chest up using your grip on Brocks golden locks to help you as his groan sent shivers through your body.

Before you were thrown back against Elias who let your head rest against his lap. The boys looked between each other as Brock looked for the direction he was meant to go with. Yet when Elias shook his head it was you who complained “someone needs to learn that brats don’t get to come.” He squeezed your cheeks between his fingers as you let your lips form a pout.

Brock let his lips leave your clit with a pop “want to start apologising then pretty girl?” Your eyes were hazy as you clearly didn’t have a lot more brain power left in you “he asked you a question.” Elias mumbled as he pinched your nipples over the fabric of your lacy bra.

Your mind was blocked as his fingers rolled your sensitive bud between them “please.” You begged feeling Brock circle his thumb over your clit “think you can do better than that pretty girl.” Brock smiled as he shook his head.

Elias pulled your bra down by its straps letting his hands grip at your tits “want to come so bad.” You whimpered “so so bad.” Tears filled your waterline as your body shook.

The boys laughter taunted you “gonna be a good girl and make a mess f’me then?” Brock asked as you nodded repeatedly “want to be the best girl for you.” The words made both of their cocks strain against their shorts “let go for me then sweet girl.” As the words left the Americans lips he dropped his mouth back to your cunt as he thrusted his fingers into core.

Elias had a different idea as he pinched your jaw forcing you to stare at him “stick your tongue out.” His tone was soft but you knew he was being serious. So all you could do as nod as you listened “such a pretty little slut.” Elias grumbled watching your tongue roll out of your mouth.

Brock took the chance to look up as he watched saliva drop from his teammates mouth and into your own “fuck!” The American groaned as he watched the Swede smirk “keep it in your mouth until he lets you come.” Elias teased your nipples as he punched and tugged at the sensitive buds.

You moaned as your body began to shake “yes sir.” Even as your words were muffled it still went straight to their cocks. Brock continued to lap at your cunt until your thighs wrapped around his head “Brock you’ve got her fucking obsessed with you.” Elias watched the sight in front of him as he was in awe.

It finally came when your cunt burst letting waves of pleasure coarse through your body “look so fucking good like this älskling.” You couldn’t help but clench around Brocks fingers as Elias watched you swallow his spit “let the girl breathe Brock.” The Swede teased as he watched his teammate continue to finger you.

Brock looked up with an apologetic look as he pulled his fingers from your cunt “sorry.” He mumbled letting his lips leave your slit with a pop “c’mere Brocky.” You smiled as you motioned your finger in his direction as you sat up straight.

The look of your orgasm glistening on his chin made you feel wet all over again “think you should thank him for that.” Elias’ words were met with a nod as you took the first move to kiss Brock. The American was quick to melt to your touch as he swore he was dreaming.

Elias clearly had a similar opinion as him as he watched you both with a smile on his face “now you know the deal Boeser.” His voice made you pull away from the American as you turned to your boyfriend with a confused expression “only get her mouth.” Brock reiterated his words making you squirm in the process.

You knew it was stupid but even after all of this time you still adored the fact that Elias craved a certain level of ownership over you. You were his girl, and that was never going to change “this pussy is mine.” Elias smiled as he cupped your cunt making you almost fall into Brocks arms.

The boys were quick to reposition themselves as Elias stood over the bed and Brock was crouched over on his knees “hey pretty girl.” Brock cooed as he ran his fingers over your jaw “hi.” You smiled letting Elias grip at your hips from behind you.

The air that encapsulated the room was tense as Elias dragged his cock through your slit as he watched his precum mix with your wetness. It was like torture to the both of you “still such a needy girl even after her first one.” Brock teased looking like a school boy as he smirked “just loves being fucked like the cock hungry slut that she is.” Elias clicked his tongue as he pushed the head of his cock not your cunt.

He let out a hiss as your walls began to stretch to accommodate his size “don’t be afraid Brock you can fuck her mouth.” The Swede let his cock fully slide into you as he stopped for a moment when he bottomed you out.

The American was quick to fiddle with his belt as he began to pull his pants down letting his cock hit his pelvis “be a good girl and open wide.” He ordered as Elias took the chance to begin fucking you, quickly forcing your mouth open as your jaw grew slack.

Brock took his chance to slide his cock into your mouth as he moaned “ain’t she a good little girl?” Elias let out a grunt as you clenched around his cock at the compliment.

Your tongue swirled around Brocks cock when the boy gripped his hands around your hair forcing it into a makeshift ponytail “you’re such a lucky dude god.” Brock was beyond jealous as you looked up at him through your batted eyelashes.

Elias got the chance to have you everyday and he was no stranger in letting the American know that you were always waiting for him. It Elias had a big game then you would be on your knees in one of his favourite lingeries “you hear that älskling?” Elias taunted as he watched your ass bounce with each thrust that he sent into you.

All you could do was let out a muffled moan as you nodded “he thinks you’re fucking perfect.” Skin slapping against each other echoed on the walls was you didn’t know which side you should have been focusing on “she’s a heavenly from this side too.” It was clear that as Elias picked up the pace of thrusts he wanted to remind his teammate that he was only here because Elias let him be.

Brock nodded as he swore that you hollowing your cheeks out was going to be enough to make him come on the spot “made by the fucking gods.” Both boys hummed in agreement as Elias sent his fingers to your clit sending long moan from your lips.

You felt Brock’s grip around your roots tighten as he tugged at your hair “gonna make me come if you keep making those noises.” The American warned as you felt your cunt clench at the thought of his release.

It seemed that Elias wasn’t too far behind you either as he felt his cock throb “want to be a good girl and taste his come before I make a mess in your pretty pussy?” His accent was accentuated by the last phrases as you began to nod bobbing your head almost nonstop.

The American took it as his green light “don’t stop god.” He gritted out as he body stumbled as his release coated the walls of your mouth practically sucking the life from Brock as he rode out his orgasm “fuck!” The boy groaned sliding his cock out of your mouth before he replaced it with his thumb that collected any of his release that had seeped from between your lips before depositing it back into your mouth.

Your tongue swirled around his finger “you keep squeezing my cock like that and I’m gonna end up with a fucking baby inside of you.” Elias warned as he was painfully close “wanna milk your cock.” You got the words out before you went back to sucking his teammates thumb “do it älskling.” It wasn’t often that he would just let you come like this and you weren’t going to let this opportunity pass you by.

It was quick that your eyes began to roll back into your head as a flurry of incoherent whimpers came from your lips “keep hugging my cock like that.” As his fingers strummer against your clit like it was a guitars strings the coil that built up in your stomach snapped.

Causing your arms to shake as your body grew unstable “fucking so good.” Elias grunted as he finally came letting your release mix with his whilst his cock continued to help you ride through your orgasm. The air in the room came tumbling down as your lips lost Brocks thumb letting a string of your saliva break from your lips as it followed him. And if you were fully cognitive you would have sworn you saw his eyes sparkle as he watched it.

Elias let his cock slide out of your throbbing cunt as he kept his hand around your waist to stop you from collapsing onto the bed “how you feeling älskling?” His voice was soft as he kissed your temple “so good.” Your blasé state made him laugh as he set you on the bed softly.

Brock was fascinated by his friends softer expressions as the boys truly never thought that aftercare would be something that Elias would be so good at “bath, shower or bed?” The three options were all you usually wanted after sex and all of them always had Elias in them “bath.” You nodded reaching for the blanket that was next to you as your skin craved warmth.

It was the way that you and Elias worked so well together that served as a dagger to Brocks heart. He knew you weren’t his but it was having to see you with someone else that suddenly got all too much for him “I should head out.” Brock announced as he reached to pull up his boxers.

A frown found its way onto your lips as you nodded trying to understand his choice “you were good.” Your compliment made a smile form on his lips “you were too pretty girl.” Brock kissed your head as he watched Elias scoop you into his arms “see you tomorrow dude.” The boys sent a look of goodbye to each other and whilst Brock went out your door Elias carried you into the bathroom.

He scanned your face to see if anything was up as you stayed silent “what’s going on in there?” Elias asked as he kissed your cheek “thank you for letting me do that.” You mumbled as your fingers gripped the blanket now craving a warm bath instead.

It made Elias smile as you enjoyed your night “maybe it doesn’t have to be the last time?” He proposed as you nodded, oh if only he knew just how wrong he’d be.

The last few weeks had your heart feeling hurt. When you came back to Vancouver Brock promised that things wouldn’t be weird but after three weeks of him totally avoiding you and trying his best to avoid any activities beyond training and games with Elias. You both began to see how the American was drifting.

Thankfully Quinn didn’t come to any conclusions as he finally thought that Elias had enough of Brock’s long looks in your direction. Elias did his best to help you not feel guilty about what happened as you blamed yourself for him losing his friend. Yet eventually you both came to terms with the fact that there was nothing either of you could do about the radio silence from Brock beyond simply waiting.

It was a cold day in Vancouver as rain had been pouring the entire morning “I’ll be back in a bit!” You called out as you had been looped into a Pilates class with some of the other wags “have fun älskling.” Elias smiled as he pecked your lips before he went back to his phone enjoying the fact that the boys were having a late practice today.

You did your normal routine as you walked down to your car but before you got the chance to unlock your door your phone started going off “what the.” Your eyes went wide seeing Brocks contact appear on your screen.

Before you let the chance pass by you, you answered the call “Brock what the hell has been-” you went to lecture him but was cut off as his grunt echoed in your ear “fuck y/n.” He groaned as he looked down to where his hand wrapped his cock when he picked up his pace.

Silence filled your mouth as you were almost shocked at what was going on “keep thinking back to that day and I wish it was your pussy I fucked instead of your mouth.” Your leggings stuck to your skin as you forced your thighs together almost surprised that he was even admitting this to you.

The sound of his hand hitting his skin was barely audible in the speaker but you still knew what he was doing “god Petey doesn’t deserve you.” You felt dirty feeling so turned on by Brocks actions as you stared at your keychain that had the little E on it.

But before you could say anything more the line went dead leaving you with a decision you knew you shouldn’t be making.

Do you want to send this message to ‘The WAGS 23/24’?

you: hey girls I can’t make it today, something came up.

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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 2 months

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flowers in the window - ep40

summary: elias pettersson x f!reader // inspired by this song! // just moments of your relationship with elias (each break has a timeskip of a few years)

warnings: mentions of drinking alcohol, reader can play the piano, fluff, i think there might be some tense mistakes at the start, panic attacks, anxiety, angst, swearing, , stress relating to teaching/work, mentions of dying alone, mentions of marriage, babies (+Quinn's fictional partner is called Kat!)

word count: 8.1k

You watched the slender fingers dance playfully over the keys, catching occasionally on the ebony, tapping out a random and entirely chaotic tune that had you trying not to smile at the attempt to pull something out of you – mostly anything to distract you from the lies Brock had fed you in order to promise your attendance, and to his efforts, it was working.

The loud chatter and bustling crowds were still on your mind, there was no doubt about that, but with your back to everything and your ‘peace-offering’ doing his best to distract you, it was starting to work. Although, it was hard to break the habit of looking at your watch every five minutes, knowing that you’d have to get out of bed early the next morning for work. In fact, it was that knowledge that made you reluctant to even attend this ‘small gathering’ in the first place, something Brock had taken in his stride and then proceeded to lie about.

Hence, the peace offering in the form of a very familiar Swede, who was a little too willing to get you to crack a smile for someone who didn’t usually do that kind of thing.

You shook your head at his obnoxious banging of keys, the sound hardly even heard over the voices behind you, and gently reached your own hands to tap his away as you played out a short snippet of something that at least sounded vaguely nicer than his nonsensical mess.

You could feel his eyes intently watching where you put your fingers, his own palms resting against the tops of his jean-clad thighs. The tune was one of the first ones you’d learnt as a kid: Für Elise, and although the notes of the piano were quieter due to the party-scene raging, you could tell Elias was still trying to commit your motions to memory, just further down on the piano.

His hands came to rest against the keys once more, head tilting back in your direction to where your own fingers were still poised over the correct keys, translating the pattern to his own hands. Back and forth, back and forth between his hands and yours, and his sheer concentration on getting his fingers in the correct place actually prompted a soft laugh from you.

Despite his focus on his hands, you saw the way the corner of his mouth quirked up at the sound, a triumphant little smile that stuck around until you began slowly playing the first couple of notes for him to copy – then it faded a little, upon the realisation that he couldn’t quite assemble his fingers and move them to the correct notes in the right order.

“Here.” You mumbled, scooching across what little space was left between you both, until your shoulders, hips and thighs were pressed together, and reached under his fingers to place your own hands.

His hands were a little cold, and almost without even intending to, your attention shot briefly to the sweating bottle of beer placed rightfully on a coaster on top of the lip to the piano, before shooting back down to your hands. His touch was delicate, as though he was half-hesitating on whether or not he should fully allow his weight to rest over the backs of your hands, and you pushed your hands a little further into the palms of his, encouraging him to place his fingers over the back of yours.

You lowered your fingers to the keys, ensuring to press slowly so the pattern would be easier to digest, and then stopped. When you tilted your head a little to gauge his reaction, his eyes were already fixed on you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

He wasn’t even watching what you were trying to show him.

“I didn’t know you could play.” He said, lifting his hands from yours so you could remove yourself from his grip.

“I just know a few things.” You shook your head, dismissing his comment with a few melodic taps against the keys, drawing his attention from you to the piano under your hands, “How do you know I can play anyway, we can barely hear it over Brock’s racket?”

“I just…” He trailed off, his fingers tapping out what you’d shown him, before pausing. Your eyes snapped to his side profile, taking in the slight furrow of his brow and the slight part of his mouth when he got stuck on the next key.

You straightened on the bench, leaning over to move his fingers to the right keys, and, like a switch had been flicked, he seemed to relax, his fingers continuing as though he’d not had that small stumble in the first place.

“I guess it’s just blind faith.” He laughed a little under his breath, the avoidance of eye contact screaming everything he didn’t say, and you felt your face flush a little at the insinuation.

His honesty, no matter how long you’d known him or how long you’d been dating, never really failed to stun you. You weren’t sure if he knew what he was doing to you when he said things like that so effortlessly and so easily, and you felt your breath hitch a little in your chest.

No one really knew about you guys – Quinn definitely did, but that was only because he, quote, unquote: could just tell. Neither you or Elias were putting in much effort to hide your relationship, but it had slowly gotten to the point where Brock was trying to set you guys up with other people; at first it was a little amusing, but as the weeks drifted by and he still remained insistent in the matter, it became less endearing.

Though, there had been many times where Brock had done or said something that might have hinted at him knowing something. For instance, today’s ‘peace offering’ came in the form of Petey sitting by himself, his back to the party and his elbow draped across the shut lid as he drafted a text to you and it wasn’t the first time Brock had used Petey as a selling point whenever you were sceptical of going out.

You inhaled, blinking away from him, “Noted.”

He nudged you with his elbow teasingly, “Are you turning red?”

You rolled your eyes fondly, shaking your head, “Give me a song.”

“Uh,” he leant his head back slightly in thought, “do you know the Blinding Lights intro?” He quirked a brow in your direction, blue eyes staring straight into yours with a softness you’d learnt was mostly reserved for you.

You swallowed, “Yeah, I can try to…just give me a minute.” You tapped on a few keys, trying to match it to the intro you knew, vaguely aware of Elias’s intent gaze now locked on you, a far cry from the subtlety he usually reserved for you in public settings.

It was partially why you weren’t surprised when his phone buzzed on top of the piano, a message notification from Brock. He sighed audibly, you continuing to play around with the keys, and swiped the notification open, sneakily tilting his phone in your direction when he read the screen.

You pretended to keep playing, your eyes now taking in the message, before rolling your eyes with an amused smile.

Brock Canucks: When I start kicking people out it doesn’t apply to you guys

“I knew he’d regret inviting this many people.” You muttered, your attention suddenly getting stolen by a wet nose nudging your leg. Your hands flew off the piano, reaching down to show Milo some love, before hauling him up to sit on your knee.

Fifteen minutes later all three of you had migrated to the couch, all seemingly a little too tired to be actively engaged in the conversation Brock had instigated with Quinn and JT. Elias had shivered when he’d sat down, the sudden loss of the crowd sending the temperature plummeting in Brock’s apartment and subsequently doing nothing to shield his bare arms in his short-sleeved t-shirt.

You hadn’t said anything to him, just thrown the blanket you knew to rest across the back of the couch across both your laps, and watched him settle his head snugly against your ribs, the blanket pulled right up to his chin and his legs kicked out across the carpet. Milo had somehow buried himself under the blanket too, his nose tucked under Elias’s chin and body draped across the both of you, acting as a living, breathing hot water bottle.

After a while, though, Elias’s hand stroking Milo’s head had slowed, and his eyes had fluttered closed after a yawn, and from your higher position, you could just make out the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. You didn’t know if it was because he was already exhausted before he even left the house, or the combination of alcohol, warmth and the gentle sweep of your fingers across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones that had sent him over the edge, but you’d made sure the latter was hidden from his teammates by the lump of Milo’s body.

Brock must have seen, though, but he hadn’t said anything, just smiled.

***

It was a knock at the door that had you peering over the top of your laptop screen to share a confused glance with Petey. His hand momentarily tightened on your calf when he turned around to glance at the front door, turning back to you with a ‘what the hell?’ look pasted on his face.

“Are we expecting anyone?” You asked, snapping the lid of your laptop shut and swinging your legs out of Elias’s lap to put the laptop on the coffee table.

It was always a shock when someone knocked on your apartment door, mostly because the only people who could essentially get that far in the building were people that lived there, otherwise security would have buzzed up. Needless to say, when that person knocked again, you were both propelled so quickly off the sofa that your newly-adopted dog startled awake and eagerly followed you both on your heels as you rushed to the door, slipping slightly in your socks.

It was Elias that managed to slide to the door quicker, rolling his eyes and immediately retreating back to the couch after peeking through the peephole. You watched him with a frown, the dog between you both snapping his head back and forth, eventually settling for rejoining the Swede on the cushions once more.

“Who…” You started, immediately understanding the lack of enthusiastic reaction when it was Brock on the other side of the door, pink-cheeked and looking a little nervous.

“Hi.” You threw open the door with a friendly smile, a hand coming to rest on your hip as Brock seemed to let out a sigh of relief.

“Hey, sorry to barge in here unannounced,” he started, stuffing his hands in his pockets, stepping into the apartment when you opened the door to let him in. He seemed to scan the entire room, the worried crease between his brows disappearing when he couldn’t see Elias, who, rather rudely, had hidden himself on the sofa, not a single socked foot or hair visible from where Brock seemed to lead you over to the kitchen island, “I just need to talk to you now Petey’s not here.”

Your eyes zipped to the sofa, a little suspicious but entirely too invested in the anticipation to even bother correcting Brock – probably at his own expense, but you had no issue dealing with any potential fallout later.

He rifled through your cupboards, not saying anything else until he’d pulled out a glass and filled it with water from the tap, before turning to you and gesturing to the island stool, a nervous expression on his face.

You swallowed, a sudden pebble of dread settling in your stomach as you took the seat, too apprehensive to tease him for making himself at home.

“So…” he started, clearing his throat, before deciding to take a sip of water.

“You’re kind of freaking me out–”

“It’s nothing bad, I swear.” He interrupted, spluttering slightly as his cheeks coloured, “In fact, it’s really good.”

You blinked, a little unsure, “Okay.”

“Thank you.” He said, a little breathlessly and with an air of finality, an awkward smile on his face.

You blinked, expecting him to elaborate, but when all he did next was take another sip of water, you felt your face contort into a confused frown. You’d known Brock for years, he’d been the one to introduce you and Petey in the first place, but even after finding out about you two, he’d never acted weirder than he was now. He was tetchy, out of breath and pink – the latter wasn’t exactly unusual for him, but combined with the other two things?

Concerning.

“What for?” You asked, folding your arms against the countertop.

There was a clacking of paws and a chinkling of a collar making its way towards where you and Brock were in the kitchen, and you instinctively reached a hand down, a wet nose greeting the inside of your palm before wandering over to nudge Brock in the leg.

He bent down, using the interruption as a reprieve from answering your question, “Hey, girl.” He cooed, scratching Tuesday behind the ears until her attention had dwindled and she silently padded back to the sofa, disappearing from sight once more as she presumably curled up against Elias once more.

Brock cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, “Um…I don’t know how to say it.”

You inhaled, pursing your lips, “Right.” There was a pause, neither of you quite knowing where to go from there, “Just say what you’re thinking and then correct it if it doesn’t sound right.”

He nodded, running a hand through his hair, “I guess I just wanted to thank you for loving Petey the way you do, and I know that’s a weird thing to thank someone for, because a thank you implies that it’s some kind of chore, which it isn’t but…It’s comforting to know my best friends are happy with each other and have someone looking out for them.” He took a breath, watching you carefully, “I think it’s kinda weird, actually, because I remember this one time distinctly before he met you and he’d had quite a lot to drink, he ended up talking about how he was probably gonna die alone, so it’s just nice to know that that’s not the case. Also, you guys are good together. Just wanted to say that because I don’t think I’ve ever said how glad I am that you found each other when you did.”

The only thing you could truly register was the pounding of your heart against your sternum. That, and the way your jaw seemed to have dropped as you took in everything Brock was saying. It was a lot.

“Oh.” Was all you could say, entirely too overwhelmed with gratitude and appreciation for the man in front of you, his hands clenching and unclenching as though he wasn’t sure if he should approach you or not, to even get anything else out.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly, leaning his head down to get a look at your face. When he realised you weren’t in the least bit upset at what he’d said, he seemed to relax, an easy smile making its way onto his face.

There was a distant shuffle from somewhere behind you, and you saw Brock’s eyes dart to the sofa, mouth immediately setting itself into a hard line as his head dipped down mid-sigh. It was pretty easy to guess what he’d figured out when his eyes swung back to you, now shooting a sheepish smile in his direction, “Is he over there?” He mouthed, and it was the slight wince in his features that you took pity on, shaking your head.

“He’s asleep.” You lied, voice loud enough to make sure Elias would get the memo in case Brock decided to do some investigating of his own, “And I’m fine, I just wasn’t expecting you to say all of that.”

He shrugged, buying your excuse, “It needed to be said.”

You reached a hand across the counter to lovingly pat his own, “Thank you.”

He smiled, exhaling, “I promise my speech will be better at your wedding.” He grinned cheekily, clearly getting a jab in at Elias where he could, and you simply rolled your eyes, unable to help breathing a laugh at him.

Brock’s eyes flickered back to the couch, before settling on you, your cheeks a little pinker at his insinuation. You didn’t correct him, there wouldn’t be much of a point – marriage had been talked about so often between you and Elias that the nerves surrounding the entire thing were little to none. You had plans, and Brock was aware of those plans. It still didn’t stop him teasing the both of you every now and then.

Yet, because you and Elias had talked about it, it also meant you were privy to some information that Brock wasn’t – not that he knew any better when it came to your word.

“What makes you think you’re going to be the best man?” You asked, raising an eyebrow in his direction.

He blinked, before tilting his head, “I’m not?”

He was. Maybe.

You shrugged coyly, enjoying the furrow in his brow and his stuttering, “Well, who is if not me?” His voice was shrill with disbelief, perhaps verging on being a little bit panicky – as though he hadn’t ever thought of the possibility of not being the best man, and you felt a stab of guilt at his sudden change in demeanour, “Is it Quinn?”

And because he looked so heartbroken at the possibility, you couldn’t not tell him a partial truth; the only thing stopping you was the tiny likelihood of Elias changing his mind, “I don’t know, we haven’t actually talked about that.” Was what you settled for.

He nodded, relaxing almost immediately. It was difficult to miss the way his gaze darted to the empty space on your left ring finger, brows twitching.

You leant across the counter, mindful to lower your voice so Elias couldn’t overhear, “Do you know something I don’t?” You whispered, eyes wide. You could feel your pulse pounding in your ears when he shrugged, trying not to smile at you.

“I love what you’ve done with the place.” He said loudly, pointedly looking everywhere but at you, which did nothing but tell you more than his avoidance on the matter did.

You said nothing, but delighted in the new slip of information, unable to help laughing at the blonde in front of you, “You know we haven’t redecorated since we moved in.”

Brock smiled, “How long ago was that, again? Two years?”

“Three.”

“Ah.” His smile didn’t waver, though there was an added layer of mischief, one which had you squinting curiously in his direction.

He was hinting at something, that much was for certain.

“Right.” He sighed, sticking his hands in his pockets and shrugging, fully aware of the seed he’d just planted in your mind, “I best get going. Coolie and Milo can only be away from me for so long until they get separation anxiety, so…It was nice to see you.” He trailed off, making his way to the door, you not too far behind.

He stopped in the doorway, the wall shielding him from any blonde Swede potentially watching from his seat, and turned to you with a gentle, genuine smile on his face, “He’s not asleep, is he?”

You shook your head, “No.”

“Give Petey my love.” Brock said, once more loud enough for Petey to have heard him, and he wasted no time in wrapping you up in a brief hug.

“Thanks for what you said, it means a lot.” You mumbled, “Love you too, y’know?”

He pulled away, “Yeah, I know.”

“I’ll see you next week?” You asked hopefully, Brock opening the door and stepping out into the hallway, hands tucked securely in his pockets as he nodded.

“See you.”

As soon as you shut the door, you found yourself making your way back to the couch with some urgency, only to falter at the sight of Tuesday draped across Elias’s torso, her nose tucked into his shoulder as he hugged her to him. His eyes were open, and there was a rueful smile on his face that remained, even when you sat on the edge of the coffee table and folded your arms, attempting to look a little annoyed.

“So…” You started, tilting your head.

“So…” He echoed, pursing his lips in an effort not to laugh.

“We have really good friends.”

He just nodded, one hand absent-mindedly rubbing across Tuesday’s back.

“Almost too good, I mean, you could argue Brock’s loyalty lies more towards me than you.” You looked away from him pointedly, disappointed that the coffee table was too low for you to start swinging your legs, and when you looked at him out of the corner of your eye, he’d perked up a little.

There was a small crease between his brows, and the sheepish smile on his lips had vanished, his suspicion piqued at your words.

“What did he say?”

“Well,” you shrugged sarcastically, “you’d know if you didn’t choose to ignore him at the door.”

He groaned, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, “In my defence, Quinn sent me a text telling me if I saw Brock and he came in asking for you, to make myself scarce. I’d have said something if he hadn’t initially asked if I was there.” He sighed, turning to you, “Now, what did he say?”

“Nothing I didn’t already know.”

***

You were pacing, hand against your chest in a futile attempt to calm your racing heart and the crush of dread coursing through your veins. You’d ended up in this situation a little too often lately for comfort: on the verge of a panic attack at the mere thought of your job. It certainly wasn’t a good sign. Not only that but it was terribly inconvenient, too.

You were at some gala Elias had been invited to along with a few other teammates, and all it had taken was for a well-meaning, polite ‘so, what do you do?’ from a kind stranger for everything to come crashing down. You’d answered easily, trying to ignore the way the world seemed to fall away at the time, but almost as soon as you’d answered, you’d excused yourself and shut yourself in one of the farthest rooms from where the event was taking place.

This was the fourth time these mini-panic attacks had happened – though, three out of four times you’d managed to calm yourself down to a sensible enough composure and prevent it from ever reaching the ‘panic or heart attack?’ stage that you’d dealt with the first time.

Elias didn’t know about them. No one knew – but this time you just knew you were going to have to come clean because the truth of the matter was that you were having a hard time, and Elias knew you were, but you didn’t talk about it, and you knew he was worried for you. You’d caught him looking at you differently lately, and if you were being honest, the longer you left it before you told him, the worse it’d get, and that wouldn’t be good for anyone – least of all you.

Your chest was aching, and even despite your hand massaging the tenderness, it did little to ease the pain.

The door creaked open slowly, and you stopped pacing, still continuing to inhale and exhale steadily as you watched it carefully, anticipating someone to clearly stick their head through the door–

“Thank fuck, what are you doing here?” You seemed to recognise his voice before your brain could comprehend his blonde buzzcut and piercing eyes, and the anxiety bubbling away under your skin seemed to react accordingly, prickling a little as the heaviness momentarily spiked.

He’d never seen you like this: every time you’d had these little episodes he hadn’t even been in the house, or you were hiding in a closet in the school away from everyone, and for a second you were scared of what he’d think of you.

Only, when he stepped further into the room and shut the door behind him, all that self-consciousness seemed to melt away when he immediately clocked onto the way your hand was rubbing insistently at your chest. You couldn't even imagine what your face looked like, but you knew your eyes would be rimmed red (you absolutely refused to cry because you’d spent a long time getting ready for this, and ruining your makeup at this point would only make things worse), and that alone was enough for him to say something.

You frowned, not hearing anything but the rushing of blood in your ears, and then you were worried for him. He was looking at you, and you couldn’t remember if he’d ever looked at you with such concern before. If he had, you were almost certain you’d never seen it, but if he hadn’t, that meant that he knew something was very, very wrong.

Sometimes you really didn’t know why you underestimated his ability to read you and to know you as well as he did, because it was beginning to get to the point where he could read you more often than he couldn’t, and you were exhausting any possible methods of trying to hide things from him, because, as usual, he’d begin to see through those behaviours too.

“Huh?” You asked, a little breathlessly.

He hesitated, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides as though he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself, “What’s wrong?” He repeated, looking so utterly serious that you suddenly had the urge to laugh.

You didn’t, though. In fact, your face barely moved from what it looked like, and you were too overwhelmed to even think about wondering what it looked like, because your heart was racing and panic still had an iron grip on your heart, and you were sure you were rubbing the skin on your chest red with the heel of your hand, but if you stopped, you had the bizarre notion that things would only worsen.

“I…” You started, swallowing and inhaling sharply. It was difficult to look him in the eyes and say what you wanted to say, what you’d planned to say, and even though you could just tell he had a million questions on the tip of his tongue, he was going to great lengths to keep them at bay for your sake, and you loved him even more for it in that moment.

His eyes drifted to your hand, and you looked away – there was a painting on the wall and if you focused on that…You didn’t even know, but it felt right to focus on that.

“Can I touch you?” He asked softly, and you nodded, inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth, eyes fixated on the painting.

It looked like it could be a replica Monet.

He seemed to breathe a quiet sigh of relief, and before you had time to think about it, his cold hands came to close around yours, and you stopped rubbing your chest, a shaky exhale passing your lips. You had no idea if he could feel your heart hammering wildly, and if he could he made no move to show it.

His cold hands felt nice against your burning skin. Some of the pain alleviated a little, and the tightness eased – not completely, it was still there – but the cold touch was heavenly. Against your own will, you felt your eyes flutter shut.

“This isn’t the first time this has happened, is it?” He whispered, and you shook your head, concentrating on your breathing. Calming an erratic heart rate was hard when it mattered, though it was undoubtedly easier with someone else to distract you a little bit.

He didn’t say anything in reply, but his hands squeezed yours and this time you felt it within yourself to manage words.

“How’d you know that?” You whispered, peeling your eyes open slowly.

His lips twitched upwards a little bit after you looked at him, a small triumph in the grand scheme of things, but you couldn’t quite reciprocate it just yet. Though, when you asked the question, it seemed to flicker and he fell back into that concerned stare, the smile melting completely off his face, “You were already doing breathing techniques.”

You nodded.

“This room’s cute.” He mumbled, turning his head.

It was the first time you’d noticed it, actually. There were windows on your left, and you could see the view from the building: the event wasn’t that high up, but from where you were standing the building directly opposite the street was much smaller, meaning you could see for a couple of blocks around. The sun was beginning to set, and the orange light was reflecting off the glass, and you knew if it had been under any other circumstance, you’d have thought this room to be a little romantic. The paintings certainly helped, but the wooden shelves seemed to ruin the whole mood.

Still, you agreed with him. Partly because it did help to take your mind off everything, and partly because you knew the engagement would help him too. It was a win-win.

“I think that painting’s a Monet one.” You muttered, using your free hand to point over his shoulder. He kept his own securely wrapped around the one pressed to your chest, and turned to look.

“Looks like it.” He paused, before turning to look at it again, “It’d look good in our living room, don’t you think?”

You pulled a face, “Nah, it’ll clash with the walls.”

“And for that reason, it’d be a solid pick for Brock’s taste.”

This time you laughed – it felt a bit pathetic, but the endorphins helped ease the tension everywhere, and with a bout of relief, the tightness seemed to fade further, and your heart rate decreased, and you found you could actually hear the event down the hall; you could smell the woody scent of the room, and how it must have grown stronger in the warmth, and you could smell Elias’s aftershave.

The latter felt like a soft nudge in the ribs, one of nostalgia, like your brain saying ‘hey, we know that smell, it means good things’, and with that your shoulders relaxed.

“Sorry.” You said, your head still a little fuzzy.

“Don’t apologise–”

“I should have told you.”

He shook his head, but didn’t say anything. If he was being honest, he didn’t know what to say in this kind of situation.

“It’s work.” You continued, taking another deep breath; the hand on your chest flexed, and Elias took the hint, unravelling his hands, only for you to still grab ahold of one. You needed it, especially if you were about to talk about the very thing that sent you into this panic in the first place, “The new head of department is…He’s really unhelpful, not approachable, and a fucking dick, like…” you breathed a bitter laugh, beginning to feel your eyes water, “He’s changed the entire department’s structure, doubled the amount of practicals and added new stuff and I’ve been trying to plan new lessons in the middle of the lessons because I’m not allowed to work overtime and get it done then, which is why I’ve been doing it at home. And half the department’s off with stress already, so I’ve been teaching food, too, on top of textiles, and…” You took a breath, realising Elias already knew half of what you were saying, but he was still listening as intently as he would have done the first time you’d said it, “He’s friends with the Principal, too, so even if I wanted to complain about him it wouldn’t get very far.”

He inhaled sharply, “He’s friends with the Principal?”

“Unfortunately, yeah.”

“Fucking hell.” He groaned like someone had just shot down the only idea in his arsenal for this conversation, “I knew it was bad, but I didn’t know it was that bad.”

“Um…I had a plan, like what I was going to tell you, but I can’t remember that now because I obviously wasn’t expecting this to happen now.” You laughed a little, even despite yourself, but it lacked energy, and it was strangely empty.

Elias tilted his head, brows knitting together, and he sighed sadly, his thumb tracing across the back of your hand. And because you knew him, you knew that keeping this huge thing from him hurt him. He didn’t show it outwardly, though, not intentionally, “You know you don’t need a plan with me, right?”

You felt your chin wobble – completely out of your control, “Ye–You’re gonna make me cry, and I spent hours on–”

“-Your makeup, yeah. Come here.” He used your interlocked hands as leverage to pull you into him, your chin resting on his shoulder thanks to your heels, and you sniffed, once more turning to focus on the painting behind him, trying to ward off possible tears.

“I’m gonna book a Doctor’s appointment and get a sick note, I don’t know how long for, and I’m gonna take some time off to figure it out, y’know, maybe it’ll be okay if I move schools, or–or maybe I don’t want to be a teacher anymore, I don’t know.” You trailed off, squeezing your eyes shut.

Teaching had been a large chunk of your career, and you knew it was a big bomb to drop in probably not the best moment: his team were outside, as were important donors and sponsors, and here you were, shut in a room together, because maybe the degree you went to college for wasn’t actually something you were meant to do, and everyone around you had these big plans, ambitions for their futures, and you didn’t. You hated your job, now. Most mornings you’d get up and have to fight with yourself to just get ready for school, and the more you thought about it, the more you knew you should have told him sooner.

“That’s okay, y’know? It’s okay.” Was all he said, his arms wrapped securely across your shoulders, “It’s okay if you don’t want to go back into teaching, too.”

You almost started crying then and there, but you held off, “I don’t know what I’d do, though.”

He shrugged, “You don’t have to do anything.”

There was a thinly veiled insinuation there, one that he’d made before, mostly as a reassuring joke, but to say it in this moment, to say it now, you knew he wasn’t joking anymore. Maybe he hadn’t ever been joking.

“I think I’d go crazy if I didn’t do anything.”

He huffed a laugh, “We don’t have to think about that yet, though.”

“I should’ve told you.” He’d have helped make you feel better, perhaps take some of the weight off your shoulders.

“You told me now. There’s no point dwelling.”

“I can feel a ‘but’ coming…”

“Not a ‘but’, but…” you both huffed a laugh, “Part of my job, not as a hockey player, but as your boyfriend is to help you with this kind of thing. We share the load, right?”

“Yeah.”

You stood like that for a while, until your breathing and heart calmed, until the pain in your chest subsided, and until it looked like you weren’t about to start crying.

“Do you want to go home?” Elias mumbled into your hair, ever patient.

“Not yet. We should stay for a bit longer.”

He hummed, the vibration ticking the skin on your forehead, “You wanna stay here for a bit longer or go back in?”

“Stay here. Five minutes.”

***

Elias was a little nervous at exactly what would happen when Quinn would come down the steps with his brand new baby girl in his arms, but admittedly not for the reasons anyone would expect. He’d held newborn babies before, Quinn wasn’t the first teammate to have a child and he certainly won’t be the last – no, Elias wasn’t worried about that.

His apprehension stemmed from something inside his own mind, a paranoia of sorts. You guys had been together for six years and married for two, and so he knew the expectations of the natural order to follow after that much time together. It was only typical for people to assume that kids were the next thing: his own parents were bad enough, asking when they were going to get a grandbaby on their hands, and if he was being honest, Elias felt like everyone was looking at him for it.

Which was illogical, because not only was no one looking at him; he knew the teasing was utterly and completely harmless…only, the more he got chirped for it, the more he seemed to doubt his own thoughts.

He was thirty now. You guys had talked about having kids in your future, they were on the cards, but he didn’t want them yet. He guessed he was lucky in the fact that you didn’t either, but he was afraid that baby Lily Hughes, with her little fists and chubby legs, would change his mind.

And a change of mind was the last thing Elias wanted. If he was being completely honest, he wouldn’t mind having kids right now – he was broody, he was starting to pay more attention to names and clothes, and he felt a pang of something in his chest when he’d see his teammates with their kids at the family skate sessions. Yet, the one thing holding him back the most was his career.

When he eventually has kids of his own, he doesn’t want to leave both you and your child at home for weeks on end whilst he was off skating fuck knows where. He didn’t think he could do that; it was already hard leaving you alone, but there was something so utterly heart-wrenching about the thought of adding a child into that mix.

He’d be a fucking mess. The guilt? The loneliness? He’d miss his family too much.

But, there was a little voice in the back of his mind, known as Kris Letang – or rather, words that he’d spoken and Elias had read once upon a time – telling him that maybe it wouldn’t be all that bad if he had a child that grew up understanding and appreciating what it was he did.

The idea of taking a mini-you and mini-him to those family skating sessions sounded like an absolute dream. As did having a little one behind the boards at his games, and a plethora of other things, too.

And to top it all off, he was standing in his best friend’s living room, staring at the cards and flowers in the window, you upstairs and out of sight at Kat’s bedside, and everything he’d tried to bottle was coming to the surface and he essentially had absolutely nothing to stop it.

Except–

“Hey,” Quinn pushed open the door, Elias’s attention snapping to the bundle of blankets in his arms, “Lily, meet your Uncle Petey.” Quinn cooed, face alight with utter joy as he positioned the baby girl in his arms for Elias to peer down–

Oh.

Elias swallowed, something in chest melting at the brown eyes blinking wearily up at him and little fists struggling in the air.

She’s gorgeous.

“I know, right?” Quinn breathed, watching Petey’s reaction with glistening eyes.

Had he said that out loud?

He had no time to dwell on it before Quinn was talking again, “You wanna hold her?”

He felt himself nodding before he even thought about speaking, and Quinn carefully, slowly, gently lifted Lily into Elias’s waiting arms, adjusting his arms to support her head. Elias blinked, registering the warmth seeping into his arms from the blankets, the weight in his arms almost too light to be an entire human being – she was so tiny.

She wasn’t that much bigger than his entire hand.

He traced a finger so gently across her cheek, unable to really realise that Quinn was laughing at him as he wandered into the kitchen to get a start on making some coffees.

In fact, Elias couldn’t really look away until he heard your footsteps coming down the stairs. Only then was he able to realise that he hadn’t even moved from his spot when Quinn had handed him Lily initially. Though, when he took a quick glance down at her, her eyes were shut, mouth open a little as she slept, and he seemed to fall even deeper down the rabbit hole of what-the-fuck-I-might-want-a-baby.

That was how you found him when you finally entered the living room: standing as still as humanly possible by the window, his gaze locked firmly on the bundle in his arms and something in his entire demeanour that had you sharing a rather bewildered glance with Quinn, who was blinking tiredly from where he’d sat down on the couch.

Despite Petey’s clear hesitancy to move in fear of waking her up, he looked strangely natural holding Lily with such care and adoration. You didn’t say anything or approach him, but you did take a seat next to Quinn.

“You did good.” You whispered, a smile on your face, “She’s gorgeous.”

He grinned, “I know.”

“Is anyone else coming today or are we your last visitors?”

His eyes zipped to the clock on the mantelpiece, “You guys are the last ones for today. We’ve got the grandparents tomorrow.”

“Grandparents.” Then, after a brief pause, “It feels so surreal that you’re a Dad now. A good surreal, but…”

“Weird?” He offered, and you nodded, “You know what’s next?”

You hummed, feeling his foot nudge your leg playfully, “What?”

“Baby Peteys.”

You rolled your eyes, “We’ll see.”

You nodded your head in the direction of Elias, who still had his back to you, and Quinn smiled in understanding, letting you go.

“Hi.” You mumbled into Elias’s shoulder, resting your cheek against him and looking at baby Lily asleep.

“Hi,” he greeted back, and you could feel the heat of his eyes on the side of your face as you stroked her cheek, your nose scrunching up in a managed reaction to her cuteness when she stirred. Gosh, she was too cute. Elias must have been thinking the same thing, because just as you thought those words, he was talking, “She’s so cute.”

You breathed a quiet laugh, “Of course she’s cute, look at her parents.”

“Quinn isn’t cute.” He teased, throwing his head back and winking at his friend with humour, before turning back to you, “Baby cuddles?”

You shook your head, “I had baby cuddles upstairs.” You rubbed his arm, “I think we need to go–”

“Already? We just got here.” Elias protested, pulling his mouth downwards much to your amusement.

“I know, but they’re tired. It’s only been four days, they need some time to themselves without having to wait on other people.”

It didn’t come as much of a shock when the first thing he said after shutting the door behind him was “I think we should talk when we get back”.

***

You hope the blonde stays forever, and with Elias’s Swedish genes and being very blonde himself, you had a feeling that was going to be the case, because Hanna’s almost white hair peeking out from under her pink bucket hat, still a little damp from the seawater, was just too adorable to cope with.

She was every bit Elias’s twin, and it was so hilariously obvious when they were sitting side by side, Hanna in her high chair and Elias with one arm draped over the back of it, conversing with her unintelligible baby babble with a sweet grin on his face only ever reserved for her. She had his deep blue eyes and an adorably infectious giggle, even as he playfully swiped suncream across her face.

“It’s such a lovely day–”

“Sea!” Hanna yelped, a chubby arm almost smacking Elias in the face as she pointed to the blue sparkling water over the decking of the restaurant, the word startling both you and Elias into a dumbfounded silence.

You swallowed, sharing a look with him, and a smile broke onto your face at the way he seemed so utterly speechless; his mouth was parted slightly, and his eyes were wide and before he could regain his senses, you leant across the table, successfully garnering Hanna’s attention from where her arm was still outstretched and her eyes were fixed on Elias.

“Baby, can you say that again for us?” You asked, heart melting when she blinked and reached to grab a small chunk of cut up apple from her bowl.

Elias seemed to snap out of his shock because he pointed to the water over his shoulder, “Sea.”

Hanna stuffed the piece of apple into her mouth, head swivelling back and forth between you and Elias with an adorable blend of confusion and curiosity, seemingly refusing to say anything else after a heavy pause filled with a kind of excited anticipation, the both of you wanting nothing more than for her to repeat what she just said.

You’d had these heart-stopping moments on a few occasions now, where Hanna would say something that sounded like a word and point to something that could be related to what she’d said, but she’d yet to repeat it.

Technically, her first word was ‘woof’, though arguably it wasn’t really much of a word, but she had been pointing to a dog at the time, which kind of made you think that she had some level of understanding about what was being said around her, but…it could be a fluke.

Elias groaned jokingly, ducking his head down only to be attacked by a little palm patting the top of his cap, before looking back up at you, a slightly bewildered look on his face.

It was nice to see him unwind after the chaos of the end of the Canucks’ season; Stanley Cup winners the year before meant that the expectation of possibly winning again this year was pretty high, mostly for Quinn (as much as he tried to deny it), but you could also tell it had taken its toll on Elias, too. It was mainly the questions from reporters repeatedly asking them what they were gonna do to help maintain their win streaks, and answering the same questions paired with unsolicited criticism from fans and almost every other person in the conference rooms that was so exhausting.

They hadn’t won this year, much to everyone’s dismay, but they’d held on until the seventh game of the third round of the play-offs.

Needless to say, a break to Sweden to see his family was definitely a good choice if the constant grinning was anything to go by.

“What is it?” Elias asked, a knowing glint in his eye as he adjusted the hat on Hanna’s head.

You hadn’t even realised you’d been staring, but there wasn’t a single part of you that felt embarrassed by having been caught in the act: you’d known each other for so long now that things like getting caught admiring each other was an honest blessing. He knew why you were staring, you knew why you were staring; it was hard not to stare most of the time when Elias always looked so good, but there was something about the way he seemed to radiate pure joy when he was around Hanna (and you – but that went without saying) that always seemed to captivate your whole attention.

Moments like that were worth the difficult goodbyes and the time apart and the rough nights.

You just shook your head, resting your cheek on your fist, “Nothing.”

There was an unreadable expression on his face, but the slight squint of his eyes told you everything you needed to know, before you were sighing, eyes zipping to Hanna, because whilst you weren’t bothered about getting caught staring, it didn’t mean you don’t still get nervous when he divided his entire attention to you, “You look really happy right now.” Was what you settled for.

He softened, a smile melting onto his face as he moved one of his hands to the middle of the table to take yours so he could place a delicate kiss on the inside of your wrist, “I am.”

#elias pettersson oneshot #elias pettersson x reader #elias pettersson fic #elias pettersson imagine #nhl fic #hockey fic #nhl oneshot #hockey oneshot #nhl imagine #hockey imagine

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kun3ho141 · 23 days

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Inspiration: Call of Duty: Ghosts

Pairing: David 'Hesh' Walker x F!Reader

Synopsis: With the grief of losing his family, Hesh blames himself for the loss of his younger brother. While locating Logan, guiding a team, and maintaining a relationship, he succumbs to yet another nightmare, seeking comfort in your presence.

Word-Count: 985

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Death, Panic Attack

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A/N: I found a post that talked about Hesh experiencing overwhelming guilt after losing his family. Even though I can't find it, if you happen to stumble upon it, please tag me. I'd love to credit them.

Originally, I planned to write fluff, but this particular scenario came to mind. I promise to write something more wholesome next time lol. Thank you for reading!! ♡

Hesh's heart pounds in his chest as he struggles to catch his breath. The image of Logan's despairing face flashes before his eyes, etching itself into his memory. The sound of his brother's cries echo in his ears, haunting him with every beat of his racing pulse.

Sitting up in bed, Hesh runs a trembling hand through his buzzed hair, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare that had woken him. The room feels suffocating, the air thick with the overwhelming guilt that threatens to consume him.

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Since his childhood, Hesh’s father had emphasized the importance of looking after his younger brother, a duty he approached with dedication and pride. However, since Logan’s abduction, he believes his own failure allowed Rorke to take him, convinced that he lacked the strength to protect him or to offer himself in his brother's place.

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A single bead of sweat trickles down his forehead, making its way to his cheek. His throat is parched, and he struggles to breathe.

In the midst of his turmoil, he can almost hear his father's voice, the words a relentless mantra in his mind. "You were supposed to protect him," it whispers, each syllable a sharp stab to his already wounded conscience. The weight of his father's expectations presses down on him, threatening to crush him under its unbearable culpability.

“...esh?..”

“..ove?..”

“Hesh!”

His thoughts abruptly halt when he hears your voice echoing in his ears. Glancing to his left, he spots your figure. You’re sitting up, anxiously gazing at him, tightly gripping the shared blanket.

“Are you okay, love?” you question him, scooting closer to his trembling form. Taking his hand, you soothingly brush his knuckles. Your expression is gentle, in sharp contrast to the exhausted and guilt-ridden look on your boyfriend's face. Not wanting you to worry, he merely offers you a smile. He had forgotten that you were sleeping beside him.

"I'm alright, sweetheart," he murmurs. Despite his effort to conceal his discomfort, his voice falters. Seeing your concern heighten, he averts his gaze. With a soft sigh, he understands that you’re aware of his distress.

“Another nightmare?” you ask, tightening your hold on his hand. Without saying a word, he simply nods. As tears well up in his eyes, his throat tightens. Ever since Logan's absence, he hasn't been the same, feeling completely lethargic. His temper has worsened, causing him to lash out at his team and even at you. The realization that he's hurting the only person he has left in this world weighs heavily on his shoulders.

He lets out a soft whimper, then collapses into your arms. His erratic breathing persists, clutching onto you as if his life depended on it. "I'm sorry..." he repeats profusely, his voice tinged with regret.

Your heart aches, watching him crumble in your arms. “It’s okay…” you console him, embracing him tightly while running your fingers through his short hair. Planting tender kisses on his head, you attentively listen to his uneven breathing. His tears soak into your nightshirt, dampening the fabric. However, you remain unbothered, solely focused on your boyfriend's well-being.

“I’m trying my best,” he promises, his voice strained and fractured. "But I feel like I'm letting the team down... and hurting you too..." His sobs grow louder, finally releasing all the emotions he has been suppressing since Logan's absence.

You've noticed his waning patience, understanding the reasons for his actions. Coping with the loss of his family, the pressure of finding his brother, and juggling both a team and relationship? Difficult was an understatement.

“No, no, sweetheart,” you reply, pulling his body closer to yours. "I'm sure they understand, and I’m not upset at all." You assure him, resting your head against his. Breathing in his scent, you gently rub his back, attempting to comfort him. “I know you’re trying your best…”

He shakes his head, dismissing your words. "I'm pushing you away," he murmurs. Despite wanting to deny his claim of disregarding you, there’s some truth in his words. He’s been neglecting your relationship, focusing solely on his work. He’s dedicated most, if not all, of his time to locating Logan. While you understand this, you feel alone and excluded. Even taking on the responsibility of caring for Riley because Hesh forgets to feed him.

Noticing your silence, he instinctively strengthens his hold on you, overwhelmed with apprehension. Although his voice is barely audible, his plea manages to reach you, "Please… don’t leave me too." With his words pulling at your heart, you attempt to understand the fear that engulfs him. His nails dig into your skin, desperately grasping onto you. Ignoring the sharp pain, you focus on consoling him.

"I won’t. I promise," you respond, your voice devoid of any uncertainty. The mere thought of you leaving him alone, vanishing from his life, lingers in his mind, haunting him. “It’s going to be okay…” you whisper, gently raising his head to meet your gaze. A faint smile grazes your lips as you look at his face. Despite the scars and exhaustion, you still see the charismatic man you fell in love with years ago. "We’ll find him, I promise..."

He nods, finally calming down. His tears wane and his breathing becomes steady as you plant a soft kiss on his forehead, then on his lips. His calloused hands loosen their grip, as he finally finds solace in the moment. Seconds pass before you separate, cupping his face in your hands, caressing his scarred cheeks with your thumbs. Your foreheads touch, eyes closed. "We'll work on our relationship and the team. I'm not going anywhere, Hesh. I promise," you murmur.

Sitting up straight, he plants a tender kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering before he pulls away. "I love you so much... I always will."

“I love you too.”

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cannibalizedyke · 2 years

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Rhetorical Question

NOT MY GIF

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 394

Warnings: Bimbo!Reader, James and Sirius make fun of you

Summary: Remus won’t let anyone say anything bad about you.

Taglist: @gg-is-a-loser @yesshewrites1 @regulusblackswhorecrux @dragon-master-kai @katsukis1wife @omgitsd0lly @actuallydarling (ty for reading over it lily!!)

You clung to Remus’s arm, hiding behind him as he talked and laughed with his friends. You didn’t know James and Sirius very well, and you had no idea what the boys were talking about, but you liked being close to Remus so you just smiled and nodded as if you understood.

“All right, here’s a good one,” said Sirius, who was reciting a few of his favorite jokes. “What do you get when you cross a joke with a rhetorical question?”

“I don’t know, what?” you asked, remembering the proper etiquette for joke-telling.

The boys burst out laughing, and you frowned.

“I don’t get it,” you said, pouting.

“That’s all right, darling.” Remus kissed your head. “Do you know what a rhetorical question is?”

You shook your head shamefully.

“It’s a question that’s not meant to be answered. The joke is that he’s asking a question as if it has an answer, but because the joke is crossed with a rhetorical question there is no answer. D’ya get it now, pup?”

Your mouth opened in a small round “O” shape before breaking into a giggly grin. “Yeah, that’s funny!”

James and Sirius snickered a bit and you hid further behind Remus.

“Hey, stop that,” Remus snapped. “She can’t help it if she doesn’t understand everything, don’t make her feel bad ‘bout it.”

The other two boys gave each other a look, but sighed and apologized to you anyway.

“It’s all right,” you said timidly.

“D’ya wanna go back to my dorm, bunny?” Remus asked, lips close to your ear so only you could hear him.

You nodded and he threaded his fingers through yours. He let James and Sirius know where he was going before taking you through the Gryffindor common room, hands clasped all the way.

“‘M sorry about them, sweetheart,” he said softly into your hair.

“You don’t need to be,” you told him, wrapping your arms round his waist. “I know I’m not bright, you don’t need to defend me.”

“Yes, I do,” he replied firmly. “You’re my girlfriend and I don’t want anyone saying a bad word about you. You may not be smart but you’re so many other things, you’re my amazing sweet girl.”

You smiled and buried your head in his chest. “Love you, Remmie.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Love you too, my darling.”

#elia writes #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin x f!reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin oneshot #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin fic #remus lupin

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clownfreak64 · 1 month

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The honeymoon 🌓✨

After the ceremony. Elias embraced me in his arms, my gaze met his. We both knew what would happen when we would cross the door to his bedroom. We did already spoke about it during the day. But once we crossed the door, the atmosphere felt warm. Taylor did mention the mansion atmosphere would change depending on Elias moods.

"My dearest, Im so glad we are officially wed, i couldn’t imagine myself with someone other than you in my arms."

He said floating to the bed sitting down on it still holding them in his arms. Jazz’s dress matched their skins, their eyes sparkled under the moonlight that pierced the window. Elias blushed to Jazz sight, he knew what was coming but felt nervous. Then Jazz just leaned and kissed his lips which flushed Elias face, it didn’t take long for him to understand the meaning of it, he closed his eyes cupping their cheek with his left hand. Feeling their soft skin against his fingers, his right arms caressed their arm which caused Jazz to shiver.

The more they kissed, the more they wanted, the more their clothes felt suffocating, the more the desire to become one became stronger. Soon the anxiety and worry disappear. Jazz undid his tuxedo and his tie While Elias unzip their weeding dress. With now their dress undone the straps that held the dress up slides off their shoulder letting their exposed cleavage area expose. The more the touched their skin, the more the atmosphere felt hot, and next thing they knew. Jazz was Bare naked afront of Their now husband. On his lap, they could feel his hardness against their wet cunt. Jazz slowly moved their hips letting his shaft rub against her. Which cause Elias to shiver in pleasure to this new sensation that was new to him. "M-my beloved..~ th-this feeling ..! I-.." he stutter has Jazz’s gaze never left his, the more they moved the tighter his grip was in them. He couldn’t control his drool. Jazz just made a small giggled and let their finger go in his mouth letting him be able to suck on them lightly.

Elias moved his hips to match the rythme that their movement of their hips had. Which caused Jazz to moan along side Elias light sucking sounds on their fingers. Soon Elias got impatient and grabbed their hips and went in causing Jazz to moan even louder has he thrusted in and out of their hole. It was the first time Elias ever felt something this good. He couldn’t stop , he felt on top of the world. But all good things must come to a end has Elias came inside them which cause Jazz body to squirm and their legs to shivers. While Elias thrusted a few slow times before letting his body relax. Both parties panted heavily, gazed at each has they took each other in their embrace before giving each other a small kiss.

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[ Text written by: @jazzugly ]

#aphrodesia #elias gallagher #oc x canon #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #taylor potts #the groom of gallagher mansion #smut #fanfic #oneshot #comission #SoundCloud

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jonahfucker · 8 months

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Jonah's eyes finally opened from his stupor.

One grey eye was missing from his eye socket, replaced by a much glassier facsimile. Jonah's face turned into a grin of pride. "See something that interests you?"

Jon looked around frantically searching the room for anyone else.

"How? Where are you… What?" Jon's chest hammered with his heart beat.

"Did you really think it was going to be this easy? No. You and I know I wasn’t born yesterday." Jonah smirked, shaking his head, then stretching his limbs.

Confusion still wracking Jon's mind, grasping at nothingness. Jonah's smirk shifting into a grin, leaning closer.

Jon's eyes continue to search Jonah’s expression for answers. Jonah chuckles, crossing his arms confidently.

"What is the purpose of an archive?" Jonah inquired.

"To store and contain information…" Jon started.

Cutting Jon off Jonah spoke, "And what Archivist would I be if I didn’t have a back up of my own."

"Stay, Enjoy the show." Jonah motioned to the windows. Jon peered out, eyes travelling across the twisted London hellscape.

#ben meredith #elias bouchard #jonah magnus #the magnus archives #tma #Ficlet #oneshot #jonny sims #jonathan sims

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emerald-emerlad · 9 months

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A JonMartin Fic for Day 3 - Hurt/Comfort

@tmaappreciationweek - a fic where Jon blinds himself early with Martin's help

Word Count: Around 2.5k

Warnings: Violence, Eye Trauma, Angst and Fluff, First Kiss

Jon had listened to the statement twice, just to make sure he was hearing it correctly.

Then again, as he ran up to Martin’s office, nearly tripping on the stairs and pounding on the door, begging him to be in there.

“Peter? Listen, I- oh .”

Jon ignored the flutter in his chest when Martin pulled open the door, instead grabbing his arms and staring him in the eyes. “ Martin . I found out how to leave.”

“W-what? Jon, you know I’m-”

“Busy? Please just- just listen to me. I- I know how to quit. To leave the Institute forever,” Jon said quickly, before Martin could shut the door. “Hear me out, okay?”

He hesitated, and Jon’s hopes wavered. Martin looked behind him, then out in the hallway, before nodding and stepping aside to let him in. “Don’t be ridiculous. We can’t leave.”

Jon felt around in his pocket and pulled out Eric Delano’s statement. “There’s this- you know Eric Delano? He worked here. He worked at the Magnus Institute, and quit .”

“Gerry Keay’s father? Yeah, he left, but I was told he was blind when he-”

Martin’s jaw dropped, and he stared at Jon, who looked away.

“ Fuck off .”

“It’s- it’s not- well, it’s the only way. But don’t you think it’s worth it? To- to leave all of this behind us?” Jon begged, grabbing Martin’s arm and sending a small shock up his wrist.

“Don’t you dare make it my choice,” Martin exclaimed, stepping backward and pulling his arm away. “Don’t you dare -”

“You don’t get it!” Jon nearly shouted, and immediately regretted it when he saw the look on Martin’s face. “I have hurt so many people just by being here. Fuck, you’re the one who told Basira about my… my eating habits . Those people did nothing wrong, and I’m ruining their life.”

“Jon. It is not your fault for what the Eye is making you do,” Martin told him sternly, his gaze seeming to pierce Jon right through. “You can’t blame yourself- but- this is permanent. Hell, this isn’t just- it’s not something you can just do! You don’t recover from stabbing your eyes out-”

“I know,” Jon said, his hands shaking. Martin shook his head desperately. “Martin, please. You don’t have to! But if I do it, the Eye loses its Archivist. We could leave together. Just us.”

“Have you told anyone else?” he asked, not making eye contact. “What if it- what if they get hurt? Shouldn’t they have a say in this?”

“They’ll be fine,” Jon whispered, though only half-believing it. But he was hurting them, and other people. He didn’t deserve them. “Don’t you want to leave?”

Martin bit his lip, then sighed, his voice so quiet that Jon had to step closer to hear it.

“Yes.”

He relaxed, and took Martin’s hand again, who shook his head again and squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m not letting you do it alone.”

“I’m sorry,” Jon choked out and wrapped his arms around Martin. He jumped a little, then returned it. Silence followed as they hugged for what felt like hours. “Are you ready?” Jon eventually asked, feeling guiltier by the second.

“Whenever you are,” Martin mumbled, and Jon smiled sadly as he pulled away and looked him in the eyes. Martin raised a hand and rested it lightly onto Jon’s face, tracing his cheek. “I- I actually never realized how green your eyes were.”

Jon’s heart leaped a little, though he wasn’t sure why. He forced himself to chuckle as Martin brushed a stray hair away from his face.

“I- um-” Jon didn’t know what to say. He felt something, something that he had never felt before. It was warm and… different. He was wary of it. Martin watched him, searching his face with concern. “I- like your hair?”

Martin laughed, and Jon realized how much he had missed that sound. “You really need to get better at complimenting people, you know.”

“Maybe that’s something we can work on,” Jon said softly. Martin smiled back at him, and Jon tried desperately to keep that image in mind as they left the office.

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#my fic #tmaappreciationweek #tma fic #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tma #elias bouchard #the magnus archives #not art #angst and fluff #oneshot #emerald's stuff

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alightcaseof-fanfiction · 3 months

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It's Quite Homey For A Lukas

Peter bumps into his nephew Evan when buying food. Him and Elias get invited to dinner with him and his fiancé. It doesn't go well.

#lonelyeyes #elias bouchard #peter lukas #naomi herne #evan lukas #the lukas family #the lukases #tma #the magnus archives #no smut #oneshot

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bubblegumlefty · 3 months

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🧛‍♂️ New Fanart Published! 🐺

#this was actually supposed to be a vampire/werewolf au to go along with a new oneshot I got in the works...#as you can see I can't draw animalistic stuff so I settled for human designs 🥲#wwe #world wrestling entertainment #wwe fan art #lefty's fanart #jeff hardy #elias samson #j/e ship

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cassieuncaged · 1 year

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Happy Ending - A One Shot

Maggie x Elias

A Sequel to Grave Bound

Summary: A quiet evening spent together.

TW: marijuana use, language, etc.

WC: 1.2 K

A/N: I thought of a fluffy lil follow up one shot of these two later in life. Might make a collection of fluffy domestic oneshots at some point but here's what I've got for now.

Taglist: @roofgeese, @detectivelokis, @areyenotfondofmelobster, @poisonedtruth, @confidentandgood, @emotionalcadaver, @chadillacboseman@enightshade89, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @illiana-mystery, @unpetitoiseau, @spacestephh

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Elias could feel heat creeping into his muscles, limp becoming more prominent as he walked to the park. It wasn’t far from the house though an aging body made it feel like miles. Maggie had likely beat him there, feeding a few pigeons under the latticed shade of a few oak trees. Retirement was treating her well, giving his lovely wife more time to garden and enjoy the bounty of nature.

“Watch out, buddy.” He chided the scruffy dog that wrapped the leash around his ankles yet again. Sarge was still young and clumsy though dutiful and loyal. He led the man down the sidewalk and to a hidden gravel path. “You’re going too fast for this old man.”

The mutt continued to pant happily, straining against a restrictive collar as they traversed a path of brush and foliage. Trees became thicker as the path took a turn into a wide clearing. Sun glimmered against shiny blades of grass, making blue eyes crinkle in the brightness.

Maggie sat on a weathered bench, feeding a gaggle of robins that hopped around at sneakered feet. The veteran felt the air leave his lungs the same as the other million times he saw her. She was gorgeous in her sixty years, red hair streaked with wisps of grey and face etched with a few more wrinkles. Sarge’s sharp whine garnered her attention, a smile gleaming in their direction. Elias unhooked the dog from the leash as he charged for the woman.

Birds scattered wildly as the dog settled at her feet, enjoying a scratch behind the ear as she cooed happily at the pup. The man limped closer before finally settling onto the bench. One arm draped around slumped shoulders before he was leaning in to press a kiss atop fading curls.

“Hi.” He greeted in a gravelly reediness that still sent shivers up her spine. Maggie grinned, settling against him.

“Hi. How was your day at the garage?” she took his other hand in hers, rubbing circles against one knuckle.

“King and I are getting old. So is Chris for that fact.” He sighed, watching a young couple walk by hand in hand.

“That’s why you hired those young guys. And Jamie.” She retorted happily, squeezing long fingers against her own. “King’s sure he’ll be a shoe in.”

“He is. It’s just a lot of work.” He pulled her closer beneath one arm, inhaling sweet strawberry shampoo that never seemed to change. “I’m ready to throw in the towel and travel with you. Like we used to.”

“Think I’m a little old to go hiking and camping. These bones are getting brittle.” She kicked her legs playfully before Sarge began to gnaw at a shoelace. “Maybe we can go visit the beaches in Greece or we could have pizza in Rome.”

“That sounds nice. Too tell you the truth, I’d rather eat my way through Europe instead of hike across Yellowstone again. I’m getting too old.”

She tilted her head back, a mass of freckles still dotting her cheeks and chin. Bright cobalt eyes searched his face, digging beneath the many lines and age spots to find the man she’d known for more than three decades. Those familiar blue eyes sparkled, tawny hair greying but still wild. That young soldier still hid beneath an aging shell, still the same soft-hearted hippie that captured her heart on Vietnamese soil. Leaning upwards captured his wide lips against hers in a chaste kiss.

“I like you…” she murmured sweetly, reaching up to stroke a sharp cheek.

“Mmmm, I think I like you too.” Leaning back against the slatted wood, he enjoyed the warm breeze as heavy eyes drifted shut. “You hear from Rachel?”

“This morning!” she announced excitedly. “She called me before her classes started. Wanted to know if she could visit this weekend.”

“What did you tell her?” he pried, already knowing the answer.

“Of course! The house is so quiet without her. Especially since she was here all summer. I miss her.”

“I know,” he sighed deeply, wishing their only child didn’t have to grow up. But it was as natural to feel that way as it was for Rachel to live her life. “It’ll be good to see her.”

They remained there in a comfortable silence until the sky turned a somber pink, the sun setting slowly beyond the trees. Sarge whined tiredly as the couple decided to trek home. Hand in hand, little was said as they hobbled along. Legs ached by the time they made it back to the house, stars speckling a canvas of periwinkle as they ambled inside.

“I scored this from Jamie today,” Elias bragged, pulling a baggie of weed from his pocket. “Want to split it?”

“You’re bumming marijuana off your godson now?” she giggled, taking the bag from her husband.

“He dates our daughter, he shares his weed. Not asking a whole lot, babe.” He shrugged, yanking the bag back before flipping on the living room light. Sarge proudly picked a bone off the floor before snuggling up in a blanket in the corner.

“I’m just teasing. How’s meatloaf sound for dinner?”

“Don’t you think it’s a little late?”

“Then we eat a little late. We’ve got nothing but time.”

“Wait,” Elias grabbed a small hand, pulling her back into his orbit before kissing her deeply. For a moment, nothing changed, and everything felt right in the world.

……

Sucking on a joint, he let the night air envelope him as he stood in the back yard. Stars glittered in the sky. Blue eyes stared at the wooden markers memorializing the long gone Major and Maddy. It had been nearly fifteen years since they’d died, leaving a hole in both of their hearts. After a moment of mourning internally, he padded back to the house.

“Pay your respects?” Maggie waited for him on the concrete steps, loose ringlets bobbing in the evening breeze. She hugged herself, attempting to stay warm in the early autumn.

“Suppose I did,” he groaned before taking a seat on the stoop beside her. “Miss those little scoundrels.”

“Me too. Maddy kept me from being lonesome a long time.” She moved to sit in his lap, wrapping her arms around a long neck. Slender fingers stroked thick tresses as she savored their moments together especially when there was once the fear they’d never see each other again.

“Felt the same way about Major. That pup was the first good thing to happen to me when I moved to the city.”

“And what was the second?” She batted her lashes playfully, eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

“Are you prying?” he chuckled, taking her in his arms and dipping the woman with a squeal.

“Maybe a little.” She giggled as he held her.

“It was you. Damn, if you’re not the best thing to happen to me.”

The moment grew tense as they picked up where they had left off earlier, reigniting a passionate kiss. They lapped at each other hungrily before they broke away to steady their breathing. After a moment, he pulled her back into his lap, resting a heavy head against her chest.

“You’re perfect.” He hummed, delighting in a soft heartbeat.

“I don’t know about that.” She sighed, never quite seeing the perfection in herself.

“I do.” He grinned upwards with that signature gapped before cooing, “you’re my happy ending.”

#otp fanfiction #fanfiction #oneshot #maglias #maggie x elias #otp: dog tags and flower crowns #platoon 1986

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inklingofadream · 2 years

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I am once more working on my tma fae au. Today’s theme is nastyman fae elias looking at his poor archivist and saying “he’s a fine looking man. would love to see him in a fit of despair!” and being the change he wants to see in the world.

Don’t worry though, martin is there to comfort him. and be horrified. and ruin jon’s day further by revealing he thought jon was a fae all along

#fae au #tma #writing #jonelias #jonmartin #nastyman! nastyman! being realllllll conscientious on this one with a greater than usual effort at sectioning off bits #bc usually i write stuff with like a 1k chapter you can read a summary of. but this is one segment of a oneshot #we're gonna have some special line breaks sectioning off the assault scene since it's also more uhhhh #i guess explicitly horny? on elias' end? than my usual whump #ink post

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Abitc 16.5; Daisy Tonner's Very Strange Escort Mission

A very, verrry rough snippet that has been completely rewritten at this point, but is self contained enough to share. Or, Elias and Jon's escort to Bournemouth is a wet behind their ears Daisy who is 19 has very little Hunt in her, and would probably be a Buffy wannabe.

As the youngest sectioned officer on record, Daisy knows why she’s been assigned to this silly little escort mission. But it’s still a bit embarrassing for her first assignment outside of writing tickets to be- to be escorting an oddly cheerful man and his creepy son to Bournemouth.

The man, one Elias Bouchard has somehow managed to coerce the three of them into a game of blackjack, citing it to be ‘An excellent way to while away the train ride.’ And while the man is very good at cheating, she’s not quite sure how this foppish airhead was accused of murder. He’s far more open than his son, rambling on about, well she tuned him out after the third tangent, about the link between censorship and cultural conservatism. But the strangest thing, if she read case file correctly, the one that had committed the murder Bouchard was accused of, it was a ghost? A ghost who had confessed to said crime?

It’s- Bouchard is weird, but in the way most bookworms tended to be. She’d go as far as to say that the man is harmless, with a penchant for spoiling his son.

His son, is much more… eerie. Bright green eyes take up half his face, and he hardly ever blinks. Minutes pass, and when he does blink it’s slow, cat-like and lazy, a predator sunning itself as it observes the dalliances of rabbits. More pressingly, Jonathan is also cheating, though he’s much more blatant about it, brows furrowed as he stares her down.

“If you’re going to count cards like your old man, you should be less obvious about it.” Daisy huff, peering a second time at her hand. A two and a ten aren’t bad at all. “Hit me.”

“Old man?” Bouchard cries, but she’s become well practiced at tuning him out by now. The boy blinks owlishly, head tilted in confusion. “I’m not counting cards, that takes too long and has a chance of failure. I just thought you’d be more-” He wobbles his hand and shrugs. But she really is glad for the tension the boy carries, the pronounced frown, the cowlick Bouchard occasionally attempts to smooth down. It helps to offset the sense of wrong, the unease that has been writhing beneath her skin.

“Scary? I don’t make a habit of spooking kids,” she says wryly, before adopting a sly smile, “only monsters.” Well, she’d like to at least.

But Jon goes very still, like a mouse who senses an owl's gaze. Bouchard wraps an arm around his son, encouraging him to curl into his side, and all of a sudden the cabin goes very, very cold.

“How would you define a ‘monster’ Officer Tonner?” Bouchard asks. She knows now, where the kid gets that unsettling quality, the unnerving placidness, and those piercing eyes.

“A monster is-” She remembers that lipless and scabby mouth, pitch black tongues and whispered curses, and her scar burns. “-it’s something that doesn’t know when to stop, something that takes and takes and takes. A void that can never be filled and never be seen by a casual observer.”

“I see.” And then he smiles, bright and sparkling and warm as he slides her a king. “Anyway, I do believe that’s a bust Miss Tonner.”

And as Jonathan folds at fourteen, and Bouchard reveals his eighteen, she thinks she can see how this man could have committed murder.

#abitc #abitc verse #I'm just excited to fiddle with outsider pov even if it's a complete pain in the ass to figure out characterization #Og Elias does not have spooky powers. His Charisma stat is just stupidly high and the man used Intimidate to great affect #Jon-- Jon is in a constant state of #These people are completely different 20 years into the future.#And then gets slapped in the face by instances that throw him to his worst memories #When I finish the proper version of this I'll post Supplementals 3 as well I think #tma #I originally wrote this just to get the brainrot out. But I liked it too much conceptually and now I have a whole oneshot #I'm not sure what the actual title will be when posted #though I do thinking 'pushing daisies' is suitably punny but not quite in line with the series naming scheme

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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 4 months

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last minute changes - e. pettersson (xmas drabble)

summary: some last minute changes to christmas travel plans leads to the realisation that it's your first christmas together

warnings: swearing, brief mention of someone injured from a car crash, fluff

word count: 1.9k

Elias woke up a little lonely, the spot on your side of the bed cold under his touch and the sun streaming through the small yet entirely disturbing gap between the curtains. With his aching muscles from the game yesterday, waking up in a bed by himself when he’d become so accustomed to you still sleeping, he felt a little sad.

He didn’t know why; it might have had something to do with the the fact that it was nearly Christmas and he knew that in a few days he’d be left in a cold apartment by himself, completely devoid of your presence and knowing he’d have to face endless questions from his family because everyone was bound to ask about you – he most definitely was not looking forward to that. Of course, he’d still celebrate with everyone, even invite a few of his teammates, but it felt like an absolute joke that he’d met you earlier this year and that you’d already had plans to visit your family in Montreal (not that he could blame you in any way).

It sort of felt like one thing after another, and not even the team’s point streak could numb the little ache and tightness in his chest.

God, when had he become so soft?

He supposed it was when he met you; you spoiled him with so much care and affection that it felt like someone had ripped out his soul the second he stopped receiving it.

He rolled his eyes, huffing and turning his head to face the door so he didn’t have to look at the empty side of the mattress — which had very quickly and swiftly become your side.

He could hear your voice down the hall, his heart rate picking up at the way it seemed to get closer by the second, anticipation humming through his veins. He peeled open his eyes, too warm and too snug to even contemplate moving because — fuck, what were you doing up at 7.41 on a Sunday morning?

You didn’t work on Sundays and he didn’t have a game: days like that were for lie-ins and breakfast in bed.

“Okay, thank you.” You rounded the corner, ending a phone call as you poked your head into the bedroom. Almost instantly, Elias felt himself perk up. His eyes opened wider and he raised a questioning brow as you wandered over to him in a pair of socks and your PJ’s and a hoodie, placing your phone on the bedside table, “Good morning.”

You took a seat on the edge of the bed, leaning a hand on the other side of the mattress so you could look at him properly.

He shook his head, not saying anything and you couldn’t help the furrow that seemed to fight its way between your brows at his reaction. He was on his back, the duvet pulled right up to his chin and not smiling but not quite frowning.

He wasn’t giving much away, and even though you knew it was meant to be perceived like that, meant to get you to ask a question, you still fell for it.

“No?” You asked, quirking a curious and mildly amused brow.

Elias usually wasn’t much of a talker in the mornings, at least not until he’d eaten and had a drink and a few minutes of quiet, so this silence wasn’t unusual. In fact you’d come to expect it in the last ten months.

He shook his head again, before patting the mattress next to him with an expectant gleam in his eye, his hand lifting the duvet up slightly.

“I can’t, I need to talk to you about something.”

His jaw clenched at your words and you had to look away briefly to stifle a smile behind your hand, and when you looked back at him there was something a little harder in his gaze, a recognition that your tone meant something more serious than protests for show instead of an excuse to touch the other even more (he’d drag you under the covers and pin you down for longer cuddles and you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy it).

“We can talk. Just get in first, I’m cold.”

You eyed the duvet pointedly, clearly sceptical about his reasoning, but you’d found you had a rather difficult time of ever saying no to him, especially when it was something as soft as this. So you climbed over his gangly limbs, not bothered to shed your hoodie before sliding under the covers from where Elias had lifted them up for you, and you found yourself rather comfortably on your side facing him.

Except the second your eyes seemed to focus on him too close, you both breathed a laugh and backed off a little – but not too far. Still: close enough that you could feel just how much of his previous statement was a lie; he was practically radiating heat, and it barely took a matter of seconds before your chilly clothes were warming up.

He sighed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, but before you could inquire as to the change of attitude, he beat you to it, “Now it’s a good morning.”

“Did Quinn get this treatment when you lived together?” You teased, unable to help the way your cheeks warmed – and not from a change in temperature.

Elias rolled his eyes, “He wishes he did.”

“Sure.”

“What did you want to talk about?” The smile seemed to slowly fade off his face as he changed the subject, eager to get it out of the way so he could put his conspiracy theories behind him.

You swallowed, feeling a little nervous, “I got a phone call from my parents this morning at about half-five–”

“You’ve been awake since half-five?” He echoed, a concerned urgency in his eyes as he clearly zeroes in on the more pronounced bags under your eyes.

Because of the adrenalin, you hadn’t initially felt the exhaustion of only getting four hours of sleep, but now the high had worn off and you were wrapped up in bed, you could begin to feel the telltale tingle of the need to sleep start to kick in.

You just nodded at his question, “And my mom’s sister got into a car accident, and she’s fine, but she’s broken, like, an ankle and an arm, so she can’t do everything by herself, and my parents are now in Levis looking after her, which meant if I got on a plane to Montreal there’d be no one there.” You snuck a glance at Elias out of the corner of his eye, wondering if he’d managed to catch onto where you were headed, but he remained pretty stoic – and you rather had the feeling it was to not get his hopes up, “And instead of changing my flight to Québec City, my mom suggested I stay in Vancouver for Christmas and that my parents would both fly down here for New Year’s instead, and by that time, my Auntie’s friend should be there to look after her.”

There was a fractional twitch to his eyebrow.

“I just wanted to run that idea past you–”

“Yes, please.”

You blinked.

Elias was smiling now, but actively making an effort to try not to smile too much by sucking on the inside of his cheeks, and the scene was just so odd that you couldn’t help laughing at him.

“You don’t even know what I–”

A toasty hand clamped over your mouth and you smiling into it, watching his eyes shut dramatically, “You don’t have to say anything for me to know what you were about to ask.”

He opened his eyes, removing his hand before you had the chance to lick his palm, “What was I going to ask?” You asked, pulling the duvet up higher from where his motions had dragged it down, the cold air now seeping back under your hoodie.

“You were going to ask if you could spend Christmas with me.” He shrugged, “And right now that just sounds like…” he sighed, “The best thing ever.”

At that admission, warmth seemed to seep into your bones and you pressed your face further into the pillow to hide the blush you were sure had just absolutely rampaged across your features. You didn’t think it was possible to have the tips of your ears burn after that simple statement from Elias.

“Just right now?” You murmured, watching the way he seemed to frown even with his eyes shut; the corners of his eyes crinkled in distaste and his mouth quirked downward, before he opened his eyes once more, seeing the teasing smirk on your face. At that, he seemed to relax.

“All the time.”

You swallowed nervously. Somehow Elias always had the ability to make you feel shy and render you speechless through his honest words. They always felt like a surprise; you’d be doing a load of washing and the last thing you’d be thinking about was what Elias thought of you in that moment, but he’d walk past and sing you compliments like he couldn’t help himself.

It made you feel like the luckiest person alive.

“Are you sure everyone else will be okay with me crashing Christmas?”

Elias blinked, “The guys love you and my family won’t stop asking about you. If anyone has an issue they can get the fuck out of my house.”

You couldn’t help rolling your eyes at that, even despite the smile tugging on your face as Elias rolled onto his back, an arm around your shoulders tugging you into him. Your eyes seemed to close of their own accord, almost burning because of how tired you were.

Elias seemed to notice, dropping a kiss to the top of your hair and threading his fingers through the strands, twirling gently, the repetitive motions soothing you deeper into the pull of sleep.

“I’m gonna stay here for a bit longer.” You mumbled into the soft cotton of his top, feeling him tug the duvet further up to tuck it under your chin with a tender care that made you smile.

He laughed softly to himself and you looked up at him, a little confused, “Stay forever.” He whispered jokingly.

You shook your head, unable to mirror the infectious cheesy grin on his face, “Geek.”

Whenever you sat him down for a mandatory film night (“You mean you haven’t watched ‘Notting Hill’?”), he always seemed to find opportunities to reference his favourite quotes, and you couldn’t quite figure out if that was because he enjoyed the film or if he was teasing your enthusiasm a little.

Either way, you weren’t really complaining.

He placed a palm on your head, encouraging you to put your head back down on his chest, “Nerd.”

You moved the arm curled under your chin to drape across his torso, using the leverage to hug him closer, but before you could even consider retaliating to his comment, the palm on the back of your head moved to cover your eyes. The warmth and added darkness seemed to elevate your fatigue even more.

“Best Christmas ever.” Elias mumbled, his chest rumbling as he spoke softly so as to not disturb you too much.

It hadn’t even crossed your mind it would be your first Christmas together.

#elias pettersson x reader #elias pettersson drabble #elias pettersson fic #elias pettersson oneshot #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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