Lilfeckingoblin - I Have No Idea

Tyler Seguin : GQ China photo shoot part 15

Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin • 18,563 words • Explicit

Zhenya remembered where he was when he learned about the first alien transmission, of course. Everyone did. But never in his wildest imaginings would he have thought he'd be part of a small team of researchers who would study the world's first human-alien hybrid. Non-hockey AU based loosely on the 1995 movie Species featuring alien-hybrid!Sid and scientist!Geno.

A @sidgenospookyfest fic for @eyeslikeonyx. Huge thanks to the mods for organizing the event again this year! 🎃🦇

Aliens, Alien/Human Relationships, Mildly Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Age Difference, Xenophilia, Tentacles, Masturbation, Mpreg, brief Sid/Mario, brief Sid/OMC, Violence, perpetrated by Sid, he IS an alien after all

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└ PREGAME RAW: NATHAN MACKINNON | col vs. mtl | 3.22.25

rating: explicit

relationships: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin

word count: 7,688

additional tags: 2014-2015 NHL Season, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Gender Roles, Knotting, Blow Jobs, Spanking, Intersex Omegas, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Alpha Sidney Crosby, Omega Evgeni Malkin

summary: While on a road trip with the Penguins, Sidney keeps his omega on a short leash. That's nothing new. (aka an alpha dirtbag sid au)

avs socmed team giving the people both what we want and what we deserve (natemack giggling)

Quiet

HRPF | Erik Karlsson/Kris Letang | 1.3K | Rating: G | Complete

Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, post loss fic for the soul

Summary: Erik comes home to a sleepy, sick Kris after the Pens' OT loss to the Lightning (and Erik's very large bff, Hedman)

Read on Ao3. Summary under the cut :)

Erik tries to make as little noise as possible as he maneuvers through the dark front hall, the wallpaper peacocks invisible now, just blurs lost in all the other grey. Lucky, Erik knows his way half-blind now, from all the other nights like this one, trudging home in miserable, tired silence. There’ve been too many nights like this one.

Sometimes the air is tight with tension, too. Those nights are better, for the way Kris will press Erik hard into the wall, the pictures rattling in their frames as he bites at Erik’s neck, Kris’s hot hands, so quick and clever usually, gone rough and bruising with not-so-buried fury.

There are no hands tonight, though, no choked-off grunts to break the quiet. Only stillness and smudgy dark lit only by the deck light, muzzy and dim through the pulled curtains, just enough for Erik to make his way up the stairs without tripping.

No other footsteps follow his, avoiding the creaking fifth step. No warmth of a body close in space. No deep, disappointed sighs to mirror his own.

Erik finds himself hurrying as he gets to the top of the stairs, overcome suddenly, the dark quiet now somehow worse than everything else tonight—the hush of the arena after the last goal sounded, the harsh bang of thrown gear in the locker room, the familiar low sound of Geno’s voice drifting over from his post-game, atoning for all their sins like usual. All of it burns and grates and sinks in Erik, always, and each game this season a little more.

But none of it compares to this, now, this dark, this silence, the space behind Erik—empty, like it hardly ever is.

The bedroom door doesn’t squeak anymore, not since Erik got out the WD-40 over the summer. He thinks of that day every time he enters their room—Kris’s dark eyes, his big hands, his beautiful, grateful mouth. His laugh when Erik offered to fix anything, everything, for the rest of their lives, if it got him a thank you like that.

There’s no reason for thank you’s tonight. Even if they’d won, Erik wouldn’t have expected one, not with how miserable Kris was when he left, with his stuffed-up nose and red, bleary eyes, and his poor, shot voice, saying, win for me or don’t come home.

Erik feels a pang at the joke now. He knows there’s some truth in it, knows how hard these losses weight on Kris. Hell, Erik knows he’s to blame, at least partly, for a good portion of them. They’ve all been playing like shit, but Erik more than others, some games, and it’s—it’s hard, to face Kris then. To lie in bed beside him, both of them tired with nothing to say to each other. Erik feels the apologies heaviest then, clawing at his throat, desperate to escape into the air—I’m sorry. I’m sorry.  

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I feel like I need to be giving Maroon and Matthews privacy lmao

decently long hockey rpf fic recs that i couldn’t put down

King and Lionheart by thehoyden. this is a sidgeno arranged marriage fic and it is incredible! it also has the most kudos on the whole hrpf tag which is pretty cool too.

running under the wrong assumption by swedishsnail. natecale baseball au and as both an avid natecale enthusiast and a baseball fan, this is great! love the characterization of both of them. and cale as a catcher is a perfect match.

Cor et Anima by Anonymous. this is a sidgeno soulmate fic and this is so sweet! i love the way geno’s hugs are described.

Looking Through You by nordalanche. It’s a mattdrai d/s fic and i loved the ending!

sail by Anonymous. it’s still ongoing, but it’s kreidbanejad where chris has anxiety and so far, it is incredible!

head above water by yourblues because who doesn’t love a good old mattdrai rivals to fuckbuddies to lovers?

Hate Is A Strong Word by Anonymous. natecale enemies (sounds weird but it makes sense if you read it) to friends to lovers

all the beyonds were his by heartequals. this is gravy/cale and i’ve never read their pairing until now and i’m pleasantly surprised at how much i like it! gravy sending postcards to cale is so amazing.

light the world up by shellies. matthew/sasha throughout the first round against the bruins. i love colin’s questions throughout it too.

parentheses all clicking shut by the undiagnosable. there’s so romantic pairing but this captures the character of jt so well.

once in twenty lifetimes by coastalhighway. jt/mo because i eat rarepairs for breakfast. jt is a vampire too and i love it.

red lights i’ll run (what i got you need it) by Japery. this is gabe/tyson and it makes me mourn tyson on the avs. comph/josty in there too.

torch this place we know by theundiagnosable. mitch/aus where mitch gets traded to pittsburgh (my dream tbh). it’s angsty and amazing.

The Only One for Me is You by Anonymous. another angsty natecale fic coming right up!

Tropism by Anonymous. flower/geno, love that rarepair. it’s a hanahaki fic and i’m a sucker for those.

somewhere this works by cuprun. it’s a sid/claude time loop and omg i love it. there’s background tk/np and that’s incredible too.

One Day We’ll Only Be Memories by swaymarks. there’s goalie magic and tbh that’s the best type of magic

i’ll be adding more if i come across new ones, so if you like these then check back!

Thanks to TNT, I now know that Henrik used to bait other men by showing a little 5 hole 😏

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