Requested? ✅️

NSFW? ✅️

Requested by: Gnarpy

Art by: Ethosiab

Contents:

Violence, hockey, blood,

A/N: You'd like AFTG thats all we're saying your scenario is pretty much AFTG in a nutshell just add more trauma.

The rink air was sharp and freezing, thick with sweat and the metallic sting of blood from split lips and raw gums. He was already wound too tight, body strung like barbed wire. Every muscle begged for an excuse to snap. The Canaries were dragging their sticks, scrambling to hold ground against The Redstoners, and his head was a buzzing hive of noise, thoughtless and angry.

The hit came sudden. Tango cut across the ice like a predator, his shoulder slamming into The Canary’s captain. The crack of impact echoed, flesh and padding against glass, captain crumpling down with a groan. That should’ve been the cue for the captain to fight, but something inside him broke first. He didn’t think— he launched. Skates screeched as he barreled into Tango, fists already cocked.

The crowd roared like wolves at blood. Gloves were ripped off, sticks clattering aside. He swung hard, knuckles crashing against cartilage. Tango’s nose burst open under his fist, hot crimson spraying across white ice like someone had slit a vein. The sight only drove him further. He gritted his teeth and swung again, the skin on his knuckles splitting as they smashed bone.

Tango snarled, blood painting his mouth, his teeth pink with it. His gloves clamped around him like a vise, jerking him off balance. Then the world constricted. An arm coiled around his throat, crushing his windpipe. He gagged, gasped, the edges of his vision blurring gray as the roar of the crowd dulled. Tango’s breath was wet and metallic, dripping onto his cheek, and he could feel every pulse in his skull hammering against the chokehold.

He clawed, shoved, slammed his helmeted head back into Tango’s jaw. Teeth clicked together, blood spattering both of them, but the choke only tightened for a beat longer before referees swarmed. Gloved hands tore them apart, skates scraping. Both men snarled like rabid dogs, shoving and lunging even as whistles shrieked and the crowd screamed for blood.

They were dragged off the ice, penalties slashed across the board, sent fuming to their boxes. His throat burned raw, his fists ached, knuckles already swelling purple. Tango sat opposite, nose bent ugly, blood smeared across his jersey like war paint. Their eyes locked through the plexiglass, fury sparking across the gap like electricity. Neither looked away.

A/N: ...We're not doing a request out of spite due to someone wattpad role-playing in our requests.