Tanev blurb based on @mylastnameistanev ‘s post and this quote from TheLoveHypothesis.
summary: Your ex plays for the sharks and Brandon is protective. Could probably make a bigger fic out of this tbh
You knew the second your ex slammed into the boards in front of you after scoring that Brandon would be right behind him. You hadn’t made your relationship public, you weren’t even sure after that night what you were, honestly. But you knew how Brandon felt, and you knew to him, that was unacceptable. You jumped back in your seat when you saw his face, Luke’s stare back as he mocked you and your hometown in his celly. Within seconds he was up against the boards again, but not by his choice. Brandon had swung across the ice to flatten the Sharks player back into the glass. Brandon skated by, offering up a wink and smile. I got you, was what Bran meant.
It was tense after the first period, the sharks were up and you couldn’t shake the feeling of all the eyes on you. After all, two months ago you were clad in sharks jerseys, and now you were sitting in the Kraken guest box. NHL fans had a lot of speculation to talk about. Not that anyone would really know, you thought. Nobody knew about you and Brandon, yet. Something told you if your ex kept acting this way during the game, Brandon wouldn’t make it hard for people to tell, and you weren’t entirely against the idea. When the first period was over, you left your seats to go down and talk to Bran while you could. Maybe a good luck kiss was in order with tensions so high…
As you walked down to the lower levels of climate pledge where most people weren’t allowed, you heard a familiar voice.
“Y/n.” It was Luke, and he didn’t look like this was a kind chat.
“What do you want, Luke?” You asked annoyedly as you tried to inch towards the Krakens locker room. You didn’t like being alone with him.
“Want to tell me any big life news?” He started, you see the entitlement and anger seeping out of him.
Shit. Shit. Shit. “I don’t have to tell you anything.” You started to walk away when he caught up to you and grabbed your wrist.
“You realize I could tell everyone I know in the public eye about this. That would look great for your record, and Tanevs,” you felt your heart race at him talking about your new relationship.
“He’s a lot older than you, that won’t look very good on his image, would it? Old NHL player dating a girl right out of college-“
“Grad school. I’m 5 years younger than him.” You corrected him.
“Point is, I know something you don’t want people to know, so how about you go tell your boyfriend to lay off, and maybe I won’t think about telling people his little secret.” He had a gloating look in his eye as he continued, “Sorry to break it to you sweetheart, you could have been going home with winners tonight, but instead you’ll just have to think about what you’re missing.” His time off the bench was certainly inflating his ego…
“If he doesn’t back off, your new relationship will be the headline of tonight’s game, and not in a good way. I know people.” He grinned as you pulled your hand away.
“Fuck you,” You turned away and down the hall to the locker room to catch a glimpse of Bran before the second period. As you turned the corner, you saw Brandon standing within earshot of everything. He was looking at the ground, tapping his knee in anger and adrenaline.
“He threatened you.” He interrupted.
“Don’t listen to him, he’s just making empty threats,” you tried to ease him.
“No. He threatened you.” He stood from his bent position and looked at you.
“I’ll take care of it, and then when the games done, I’ll take care of you.” He pulled you into his chest and planted a kiss on your forehead before turning back to the locker room. Before he opened the door, he turned. “By the way, we’re winning tonight. I hope you can catch a salmon.” You giggled at his chirpy comment before waving and turning back up to the main levels.It wasn’t long till another goal was made by the Sharks, and to no surprise Luke turned to come skating by. He was quickly interrupted by a shove from a familiar jersey. “Tanev and Kunin” you heard over the speaker, but your mind was somewhere else. You didn’t really realize what just happened until a ref had grabbed hold of Brandon and torn him away from the other Sharks players.
“Penalty for Seattle kraken number 13, and for Sharks number 11.” You heard above you, as the refs guided Bran to the penalty box. You could see him chirping Luke as they skated away, and you couldn’t help but giggle. You watched the jumbo screen pan to Bran in the box and he winked at the camera. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of security. You suddenly realized you didn’t care what Luke told root sports- or any of his weird journalism friends, because at the end of the day, Bran had your back, and that’s all that mattered.
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