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So this is definitely not because I'm procrastinating. ANYWAY, here are all my AO3 fics organized by pairing for your convenience.

Patrice Bergeron/Brad Marchand

Honey, I Adopted a College Student ~ Newly married and just having moved into a house of their own (a feat years, if not a decade in the making), Patrice and Brad were just starting to settle into their new town. They both fell in love with Amherst, Massachusetts. It wasn’t close to Boston by any means, but neither of them needed to be - or wanted to be - close to the city. And Amherst wasn’t Boston, but it was still busy. It was the biggest town in the county and it was home to not one but two colleges. Amherst College with its student body of just around 1,800 and University of Massachusetts Amherst with its overall population of just under 24,000 students. There was plenty to do in Amherst, Massachusetts and Patrice and Brad loved it.

Adventures in Captaincy ~ There was not a word in the English (or French; Brad knows, he looked) dictionary to describe just how much Brad Marchand was in love. No combination of two words, not even a made up word would cover it. Brad had tried, Pasta had tried, even fucking Z had tried and he hadn’t been witness to Brad’s shenangins in over two years. Nothing. Their three brains could not come up with a single word. Things were starting to feel hopeless.

Are They...? ~ “Krej,” Monty said as he walked into the equipment room.

“Hey, coach,” Krej smiled. He turned away from the stacks of tape he was looking through to give Monty his full attention. “What’s up?”

“This is gonna sound weird,” Monty sighed. “But Bergy and Marchy. Are they…?”

Monty finds out his two best players are married

Anger Management ~ “I am too,” Patrice cupped the side of Brad’s face with his hand and traced his jawline. “Do you need to take your anger out?”

Brad sighed and looked back down. There were only a handful of nights he could recall that Patrice had asked him that question.

4 Times Marchy Slept on Bergy's Couch + 1 Time he Slept in His Bed ~ “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Nice to see you too, Pat,” Marchy retorted, gently pushing past him into the apartment. “Do you mind if I use your air conditioner?”

“You know you’re always welcome over here,” Bergy said as he closed and locked the door. “But just one question, did you seriously walk over here in the rain?”

Young, Dumb, and Drunk ~ “I’ll go get refills.”

“Shit."

Bergy and Marchy share a drunk bro kiss on the road in Philly

A Series of Stupid Decisions ~ Brad Marchand was famous for making stupid decisions. Licking Ryan Callahan had to be at the top of the list. He never had the best self control in the world and when he got too caught up in the heat of the moment things could go extremely downhill just as fast. He was a pest, sure, and he was really good at it, but he had a real problem with self sabotage. And it always had a habit of rearing its ugly head at the worst times.

Patrice Bergeron Presents: How to Remove a Pest ~ “Yeah that’s right,” one of the Wings players chirped.

“Ignore him,” Bergy said, leaning into Marchy’s ear.

“Gotta get your boyfriend to get you outta trouble.”

Fuck.

My Best Bro ~ His affection for Bergy didn’t end once they left the ice, though. It followed them once they left and went back to the locker room. Hell, it even followed him out of the rinks and back to their apartments. Brad was, unequivocally, the fiercest defender Patrice had. And Bergy knew that, he really appreciated it too. He just wished Brad wouldn’t be so… easily provoked.

Let Me be Your Fire ~ “Patrice, you and Brad Marchand obviously have one of the best relationships in the NHL,” the reporter (Patrice had forgotten his name the second he said it) said, starting another question. “What is it, specifically, that you love about him?”

Patrice huffed a breathless laugh before answering, “You know he’s… he’s a really great hockey player. He teaches me something every time we play together.”

Brad stood still at the door. He couldn’t fight the empty feeling starting to sink into his chest.

Seeing Red ~ I mean really, the National Hockey should have known by now that touching Patrice Bergeron in front of Brad Marchand was going to end up with gloves and sticks and maybe teeth flying. Even if whatever hit or jab was clean, Marchy would still be going into rabid animal mode. It was just science at this point.

Something in the Orange Tells me We're Not Done ~ It was no secret that Brad was a menace to play against. It was also no secret that, publicly, Marchy took pride in being a pest. Bergy’s was the only opinion he really valued. At least, that’s what he had always thought before that dull ache settled into his chest. The empty one that spread to his fingers and toes and made him want to curl up in a hole and die.

Charlie McAvoy/Matt Grzelcyk

Minors and Majors ~ The Grzelcyk family reunion was running late. It always ran late. Matt was just happy that his parents were hosting this year. The already small backyard of their Charlestown triple decker was packed with family members. Matt had claimed a spot right by the back door, making his escape into the house and subsequently up the stairs behind the locked door of his childhood bedroom that much easier.

His ringtone going off was just the saving grace. He made a big show of pulling his phone out of his pocket and pretending the ringtone going off was a call from Bruce instead of a text from Charlie.

Sergeant McAvoy ~ Base security drove Matt crazy. The last thing he wanted to do after a rough loss was pull out every form of identification known to man. And if there was a new person at the gate that didn’t recognize him he needed to go through the whole rigamarole about who he was and explain that, yes, Marines can in fact have husbands.

Baby it's Cold Outside ~ It was a full force blizzard at this point. Matt leaned into the wind and kept walking, fighting against the burning in his lungs. He wheezed and leaned against a building for support. What was he doing out here? He didn’t know how to get back home on foot, hell he didn’t even know where in Brooklyn he was. He looked around, trying to get his bearings. It was totally useless. The snow was so heavy and thick he wouldn’t be able to see anything no matter how close to him it was.

Charlie McAvoy's Ryan Reynolds Obsession ~ Ryan’s new movie started filming in Boston right down the street from the Garden. Charlie had passed the film set on his way into one of the games and almost drove into oncoming traffic. He’d thundered into the locker room and announced loudly to everyone that the love of his life was right down the street.

Give In ~ “I’m Matt,” the man said, extending a hand. “I’m gonna be working with you on your physical therapy.”

“Charlie,” Charlie introduced himself. “Are you new? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

Stars Collide ~ Matt felt safe in Charlie’s embrace, like he always did. Especially when he threw a leg over Charlie’s thighs, holding him even closer. It took a while for Charlie to clear his throat and shift awkwardly, pulling his hips away from Matt’s.

“What, do I smell or something?” Matt quipped before he could run through all the possibilities for why Charlie would pull away.

“It’s, uh, it’s not that."

Sic Semper Tyrannis ~ Say what you will about Americans, but they loved a sex scandal. No matter what century it was. There were countless polling numbers that could back that statement up, not to mention all the examples from recent history. As long as there had been politics in America there had been sex scandals. So when Matt Grzelcyk was elected forty seventh President of the United States he was determined to keep his administration as clean as he possibly could. He just didn’t plan on the young reporter from CNN.

Hampus Lindholm/David Pastrnak

Christmas at the Krejci's ~ A lot of people had seasonal depression but David’s was different. He spent a lot of time thinking about his dad this time of year. And when he broke into the league Krejci had taken him under his wing and really acted as a father figure. Now that Krej was back in Boston and playing on a line with Pasta the two of them were visibly happier.

Twitch ~ He made himself comfortable, folding his legs beneath him as he watched. He genuinely had no idea what was going on so he kept his eyes on David. He’d been in loungewear all day, only putting on a beanie, a tank top (one that showed off his full sleeve and drove Hampus absolutely insane), and a pair of gray sweatpants. He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world but to Hampus he was absolutely perfect.

Four Points Means Four Orgasms ~ It was a six hour flight from Anaheim to Boston and they had three more hours to go. Hampus could not keep his eyes off David. After the win most of the guys were too amped up to sleep. The sight of Marchy dancing around with Wagner’s tie tied around his head was an entertaining one to say the least, but the only thing Hampus had eyes for was the blond boy with the ear to ear smile on his face sitting diagonally from him. Hampus could feel the excitement and just pure happiness radiating off of him. He couldn’t wait to get them back to their Boston apartment. He had been formulating a plan and ignoring whatever Pavel Zacha was saying for the past twenty minutes.

David Pastrnak and the Intimidating Makeup Bag ~ “Do you want to watch me?” she asked. David nodded excitedly. She smiled and patted the seat beside her. David sat down and rested his hands in his lap as he watched. He was fascinated at how she used the products in front of her. He had never watched someone do their makeup before and he was absolutely fascinated.

Promise (I Never Forgot You) ~ The Swedes and the Czechs both had what they lovingly referred to as secret weapons up their sleeves. Sweden had this defenseman who was absolutely lights out. Despite the fact that he was seventeen he was able to throw his body around on the ice like someone much older than him. And Czechia had this forward, an absolute star. He was sixteen but, shit, he could play.

vous aves du feu ~ “Sorry,” he mumbled, glancing down to the dirtied ashtray. “Just… couldn’t help myself I guess. I won’t do it again.”

“It’s alright,” Hampus said, rubbing David’s shoulder, his fingers dipping beneath his unbuttoned shirt. David couldn’t help but feel he had something else to say though. “Just…”

“Just what?” David’s voice shook as he asked the question. His mind was starting to race the way it always did whenever Hampus had something planned.

“Remember what I said the last time you smoked?”

Man After Midnight ~ “I have a favor I need to ask of you,” Hampus said softly as he played with David’s fingers, their hands joined together on the white table cloth.

“Anything,” David said as he put his wine glass down, smiling at Hampus through the dim lighting of the restaurant.

“Will you cancel your plans for the next two days?”

You Can Touch, You Can Play ~ “What have you been thinking about? Specifically?”

“Well there’s that one lyric,” Hampus said, shifting his gaze from the tiled floor to David’s face.

“Which one?” David asked, swallowing thickly. He knew where this was going.

“I can act like a star,” Hampus began, cupping the side of David’s face. “I can beg on my knees.”

Come Back to Me Now, Darling ~ The thing is… David didn’t mean to fall in love. But he had six foot four of platinum haired Swedish defenseman in front of him so, like, what else was he supposed to do? Not fall in love? Un-fucking-likely.

Take Me to Church ~ Hampus loved watching him squirm. David would start shifting his weight a little bit but that wasn’t enough for his boyfriend. Hampus wanted him to react, to almost lose it and then bring him back in.

When Hampus discovered David’s thing for manspreading he was like a kid on Christmas morning who just opened the newest XBox or Playstation.

Medically Prescribed Cuddles ~ “Do you know what’s up with Pasta? He loves mini golf, did he say anything to you?”

“He probably has a migraine,” Krej shrugged nonchalantly. Hampus blinked at him. “He gets them a lot. I was going to go over to his place after this and check on him.”

“Oh,” Hampus nodded, staring at a spot over Krej’s shoulder as he thought. “Do you mind if I come with you?”

“You know what,” Krej said, a sly smile on his face that was almost imperceptible. “Why don’t you go instead of me.”

Miles and Miles Left to go ~ Adrenaline was still pumping through his veins long after the final buzzer sounded. He was wired on the plane ride home, collecting pats on the back and congratulations from the guys the entire time. He was still turning the puck over in his hands, almost not believing he’d finally reached the fifty goal benchmark.

Upon opening his phone after taking care of the usual post game business he found at least two hundred text messages and voicemails and Instagram notifications. There were only a few he had eyes for, though. The ones from Bergy and Marchy congratulating him and promising him a nice dinner the following night. And the one from Hampus. It was a simple message but he knew exactly what it meant.

Bloody Knuckles ~ “He hit you,” Hampus mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “I had to.”

“Hampus, I get hit all the time,” David sighed. “What was so different about this time?”

“I don’t wanna repeat it,” Hampus said, looking down at his feet. David cupped his jaw and tilted his head up to look at him. “He called you a…”

Memories in Ink ~ Pasta had this tattoo. A full sleeve on his right arm. One of Lindy’s favorite things to do when they were relaxing at the end of a long day was trace the lines of ink decorating his skin.

“I kinda wanna get a tattoo,” he said, shifting his head so his chin was resting on his chest.

“Really?” David asked, his face lighting up with a smile. Lindy nodded, a smile of his own tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Yeah,” he said. “I love yours and I want one of my own.”

David Krejci/Adam McQuaid

Nap Corners ~ As one of the premier heavyweight fighters in the league not many people expected to find Adam McQuaid cozied up to locker room quiet guy David Krejci. And yet that’s exactly what was found in one of the TD Garden’s many nap corners. Those nap corners had been set up a long time ago and you could only find them if you knew what you were looking for and where you were looking for it.

The Glory Days ~ The initial reason he had come up to the box was to escape the pre-game chaos. Everyone was excited about celebrating his thousandth game and a few (Pasta, namely) were determined to get him to crack a smile. After Nick had joked about gifting him a pulse in the Christmas video Sophia did, it had been a running gag in the locker room. David was half convinced there were bets going around about whether or not he was going to show emotion in the ceremony before puck drop. All told, it was loud in the locker room and David needed to get away.

Sunday Morning Plans ~ “Hey,” Adam said after depositing his gear in its designated spot in the garage. “The team is doing a family skate tomorrow morning, do you want to go with me? You don’t have to, I know you don’t like being cold but-”

“Adam,” David said gently, stopping his rambling before it started. “I would love to go with you. I can’t promise I’ll be very fun, but as long as I’m with you I don’t care.”

Jeremy Swayman/Linus Ullmark

Room 339, Vancouver ~ “You fucking did it, you son of a bitch!” he laughed, letting himself spin around before going in for their normal goalie hug. Linus picked up his hat and pressed it into his chest. “Holy shit, I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“Tell me about it in the locker room."

Save it For a Rainy Day ~ “Let’s go dance in the rain,” Jeremy smiled widely, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he stood in the doorway of the bedroom. Linus closed his eyes, put his phone down, and hesitated before looking at his love.

“What?” he asked, blinking twice and fixing his gaze to Jeremy.

“Come on!” Jeremy exclaimed. He took three wide steps over to the bed and grabbed Linus’s hand, trying to pull him to his feet. “I’ve always wanted to dance in the rain.”

can't complain about much these days (i believe we'll be okay) ~ Somewhere along the line their cuddles became celebratory in addition to calming or grounding. It made sense, really, their go to on ice celebration was the big over dramatic hug that everyone, not just Bruins fans, had grown to love. So why wouldn’t that physical affection carry over into their office celebration?

Hopelessly Devoted ~ Jeremy felt like he was floating in space with nothing tying him down. Aimlessly drifting the cosmos until someone or something found him. He had felt that way for a while. Sure he had friends and family but he was craving something… more. A deeper connection. He wanted to feel anchored no matter where he was.

Linus was not what Jeremy expected to see when he opened his eyes.

i'm starving, darling (let me put my lips to something) ~ “Sit,” he said, pointing to one of the fluffy arm chairs. Jeremy suppressed a whine. Ully had to know what he was doing. There was no way he didn’t. “Tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”

“It’s really nothing,” Jeremy said, shaking his head and staring at Linus’s feet. “I’m just in my own head about some things. It’s not a big deal, I just need to think everything through.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Ully asked, ducking his head as he tried to catch Sway’s eye. “Come on, Jer. Open up to me.”

Okay. He had to know.

Sway has suppressed his need to be submissive for so long and he can't deal with it anymore

Brandon Carlo/Trent Frederic

4 Times Brandon Asked for a Hug + 1 Time Trent Asked for One ~ Hug

verb (used with object), hugged, hug·ging. 1.) to clasp tightly in the arms, especially with affection; embrace. 2.) to cling firmly or fondly to; cherish

Mine to Mark ~ “What?” Brandon asked, wheeling around. He jumped up from the couch and walked over to Trent. He opened his mouth to say something about Jeremy almost getting in a fight before he caught sight of the red mark blooming on Trent’s neck. He poked it and said, “What the fuck is that?”

Trent goes out and gets a hickey and Brandon gets possessive

Unadulterated ~ The buzzer sounded, the fans roared, and Dirty Water started to play. He had essentially Pavloved himself with that song, ever since Lake Tahoe. Bergy had quietly slipped him a pair of headphones on the plane ride back and he’d listened to it until he knew it word for word. And since the beginning of the season he and Brandon would always share a less than PG-13 moment in the showers after the game. He associated the music with good times, good company, and even better feelings.

'Till the Walls Come Caving in (You'll be Mine) ~ “Is something going on between you and Trent?” Nick asked point blank. Brandon cringed internally and sat down hard in his stall. Nick perched next to him and waited patiently. “Bambi, you can tell me if something's going on.”

“I know,” Brandon sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “We’ve, uh, been doing some stuff together.”

long live the reckless and the brave ~ Trent’s shoulders sagged with the weight of his day. He trudged down the hallway, dragging his feet a little bit as he went. Exhaustion was pulling him downward, tempting him to just curl up right there and take a nap like a feral cat on a stoop. But he could see the front door from where he was. Just a couple more feet.

Miscellaneous

I Can't do This Without You (Debrusk/McAvoy) ~ “JD,” he said steadily. Jake kept pushing his food around his plate. “Jake. Look at me.”

Jake listened, looking over at him. His blue eyes weren’t shining like they usually were. A frown pulled at the corners of Charlie’s mouth. He reached over and patted his shoulder before standing up, turning on his heel, and walking out of the player lounge.

missing piece of me (Pastrnak & Krejci) ~ “I’ll… I’ll talk to you later, Pasta,” Krej said, standing up. Pasta nodded, a blank look on his face as he kept his eyes trained to the table in front of him. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling a silent tear slip from his eyes and trail down his cheek as Krej leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

The feeling of emptiness settled into his chest as he heard the bell on the door jingle as it opened and closed. Krej was gone.

Trade Season Sucks (Forbort/Clifton) ~ Washington Capitals trading Garnet Hathaway and Dimitry Orlov to the Boston Bruins for Craig Smith, Connor Clifton, Jakub Zboril, and draft picks. More details to come.

Derek Forbort can't lose his defensive partner

I Won't Tell if You Won't (Lindholm/Lysell) ~ He leaned against the back wall and just observed. This was his first development camp with the Bruins so he was taking his opportunity to see just what he was going to be getting into. His eyes landed on a table in the corner. He recognized John Beecher instantly, but the blond boy sitting across from him got his attention. He tilted his head as he studied the way they interacted. Beech would say something that made the blond boy laugh, the blond boy would respond in kind.

Montreal Makes People Make Bad Decisions (Bergeron/Krejci) ~ Patrice had downed a few shots and some fruity drink handed to him by Looch. But the problem was Patrice was a bit of a lightweight. He could hold his own against the boys but after he had a few shots in his system he became rather unpredictable. And going down on one of the quieter, newer members of the locker room was unpredictable for sure. However he wouldn’t mind if it became predictable.

Czech Mates (Pastrnak/Zacha/Krejci) ~ Right before he left the Devils Miles Wood had caught his elbow and told him to keep an eye out. It wasn’t uncommon for players to… welcome their new teammates or linemates in a less than conventional way. Zacha had brushed him off, saying that there was no way that was a real thing. Wood had just raised an eyebrow and reiterated his warning.

It was around right now that he was wishing he’d listened.

Kinktober

2022

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