play ring around the ambulance
Title: play ring around the ambulance
Author: x_dark_siren_x
Pairing: gen
Rating: R
Summary: Because Frank pretty much always got sick before the full moon. Gerard didn’t know any other wolf, turned or not, who reacted so badly to the lead-up.
Word Count: 630
Warning: Some swearing.
Content notes: Werewolves.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The people mentioned within own themselves, and this never happened, to my knowledge. It's fiction.
Technically unbeta'd, but looked over by the lovely littlblackghost. Written for turlough's
bandom_meme prompt: MCR gen: Group snuggling! Possibly involving werewolves. Title from House of Wolves because yes, I clearly am that predictable /o\.
“Frank.”
Something between a moan and a growl slipped out through the curtains, and Gerard pressed his forehead to the wood panelling. Fuck. “Go ’way.”
“You’re sick, Frankie.”
“Am not.” How the hell he managed to sound so indignant with a nose and chest full of crap, Gerard would never know.
“Right.” Gerard sighed. “C’mon, dude, the moon’s in a few days.”
Because Frank pretty much always got sick before the full moon. Gerard didn’t know any other wolf, turned or not, who reacted so badly to the lead-up, to the changes happening just below the subconscious that even he could barely sense. His grandma used to say - Gerard swallowed, didn’t finish the sentence in his head. He knew what she used to say. He didn’t need her voice, the memory of it, caught up in his head. Especially not when Frank was sick. He needed to concentrate. Needed to be a fucking alpha.
He slid the curtain back, pushed at Frank’s shoulder until he rolled away from the pillow - slowly, like every inch of him hurt - and glared up at him through bleary eyes. “I hate you.”
“I know,” Gerard soothed. “But you gotta come out of there.” Frank made that noise again and shoved his head under the pillow. Gerard spent another fifteen minutes, probably, trying to coax him out before Ray came from the back. Gerard kind of loved him for only saying, “Again?” Gerard nodded. He really loved Ray when he reached in and pulled Frank out, blankets and all, without Gerard having to ask, and half-carried him through to the front. Gerard grabbed Frank’s pillow and followed.
Mikey was already shifting over to let Ray set Frank down in the corner, pressing close when Ray pulled back. Frank didn’t even protest, which was probably a bad sign, just curled up with his head on Mikey’s shoulder, half-way asleep again already. Gerard sat on his other side, wedged the pillow in between Frank’s head and the back of the couch. He also ignored the look Mikey gave him, because his brother was a dick and Gerard wasn’t going to rise to it.
...Hadn’t worked when their mom said it, either. He whispered, “Shut up,” and if Frank hadn’t been totally out of it by this point he’d never have gotten away with it. But he was, and Ray set a mug of the hot lemon stuff he liked on the table before sitting down on the floor, back against Gerard’s legs and head propped up on Frank’s so he could watch TV. Mikey had already gone back to his phone.
When Bob came in, he didn’t say a word, just dropped down on the other side of Mikey - careful, so fucking careful not to jostle them, jostle Frank - and stretched an arm over the top of the couch to curve his hand around the back of Gerard’s neck. His look, Gerard met. Cortez joined them at some point, sprawled himself across Bob and Mikey’s laps and so fucking obviously gleeful that they couldn’t push him off without waking Frank that Gerard knew he was going to be breaking up furfights at some point during the moon. That or Bob was going to spray Cortez with the hose again.
By the time Brian found them, everyone but Gerard was asleep, and he wasn’t exactly far from it. Brian sighed. “Do I have to cancel the set?” he asked, voice set quiet and low. Wolves had damn good hearing, and he knew it.
Gerard lifted his head. Frank’s cheeks were still flushed, but not as shiny as before, not as bright, and his coughing had evened out into the occasional hitch. The others were only dozing, and probably not even that. He shook his head. “We’ll be okay.”
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Author: x_dark_siren_x
Pairing: gen
Rating: R
Summary: Because Frank pretty much always got sick before the full moon. Gerard didn’t know any other wolf, turned or not, who reacted so badly to the lead-up.
Word Count: 630
Warning: Some swearing.
Content notes: Werewolves.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The people mentioned within own themselves, and this never happened, to my knowledge. It's fiction.
Technically unbeta'd, but looked over by the lovely littlblackghost. Written for turlough's
bandom_meme prompt: MCR gen: Group snuggling! Possibly involving werewolves. Title from House of Wolves because yes, I clearly am that predictable /o\.
“Frank.”
Something between a moan and a growl slipped out through the curtains, and Gerard pressed his forehead to the wood panelling. Fuck. “Go ’way.”
“You’re sick, Frankie.”
“Am not.” How the hell he managed to sound so indignant with a nose and chest full of crap, Gerard would never know.
“Right.” Gerard sighed. “C’mon, dude, the moon’s in a few days.”
Because Frank pretty much always got sick before the full moon. Gerard didn’t know any other wolf, turned or not, who reacted so badly to the lead-up, to the changes happening just below the subconscious that even he could barely sense. His grandma used to say - Gerard swallowed, didn’t finish the sentence in his head. He knew what she used to say. He didn’t need her voice, the memory of it, caught up in his head. Especially not when Frank was sick. He needed to concentrate. Needed to be a fucking alpha.
He slid the curtain back, pushed at Frank’s shoulder until he rolled away from the pillow - slowly, like every inch of him hurt - and glared up at him through bleary eyes. “I hate you.”
“I know,” Gerard soothed. “But you gotta come out of there.” Frank made that noise again and shoved his head under the pillow. Gerard spent another fifteen minutes, probably, trying to coax him out before Ray came from the back. Gerard kind of loved him for only saying, “Again?” Gerard nodded. He really loved Ray when he reached in and pulled Frank out, blankets and all, without Gerard having to ask, and half-carried him through to the front. Gerard grabbed Frank’s pillow and followed.
Mikey was already shifting over to let Ray set Frank down in the corner, pressing close when Ray pulled back. Frank didn’t even protest, which was probably a bad sign, just curled up with his head on Mikey’s shoulder, half-way asleep again already. Gerard sat on his other side, wedged the pillow in between Frank’s head and the back of the couch. He also ignored the look Mikey gave him, because his brother was a dick and Gerard wasn’t going to rise to it.
...Hadn’t worked when their mom said it, either. He whispered, “Shut up,” and if Frank hadn’t been totally out of it by this point he’d never have gotten away with it. But he was, and Ray set a mug of the hot lemon stuff he liked on the table before sitting down on the floor, back against Gerard’s legs and head propped up on Frank’s so he could watch TV. Mikey had already gone back to his phone.
When Bob came in, he didn’t say a word, just dropped down on the other side of Mikey - careful, so fucking careful not to jostle them, jostle Frank - and stretched an arm over the top of the couch to curve his hand around the back of Gerard’s neck. His look, Gerard met. Cortez joined them at some point, sprawled himself across Bob and Mikey’s laps and so fucking obviously gleeful that they couldn’t push him off without waking Frank that Gerard knew he was going to be breaking up furfights at some point during the moon. That or Bob was going to spray Cortez with the hose again.
By the time Brian found them, everyone but Gerard was asleep, and he wasn’t exactly far from it. Brian sighed. “Do I have to cancel the set?” he asked, voice set quiet and low. Wolves had damn good hearing, and he knew it.
Gerard lifted his head. Frank’s cheeks were still flushed, but not as shiny as before, not as bright, and his coughing had evened out into the occasional hitch. The others were only dozing, and probably not even that. He shook his head. “We’ll be okay.”
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