#ridiculous kidfic fluff

[thecouchsofa]

A Wizard’s Guide to Co-Parenting with Your Ex-Arch Nemesis

Draco/Harry | Rated T | 38k words | thecouchsofa

For the @hd-kidfic-fest

Summary:  Harry had expected a few things when returning for his Eighth Year. Rooming with Ron, a cheeky Firewhisky down at the pub, leaving his assignments to the last minute – those were all but certain to occur.

His list of certainties definitely hadn’t included McGonagall’s shake-up of the curriculum, which tasked the Eighth Years with the responsibility of parenthood for three weeks. Caring for a baby Transfigured from a sack of flour would have been alright if: 1) Malfoy wasn’t Harry’s assigned partner, 2) Their baby’s one goal in life wasn’t to spite Harry, and 3) Malfoy wasn’t infuriatingly good at fake parenthood.

Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Ridiculousness, Temporary Children, Mild themes of child loss, A baby that lives to spite Harry, Teenagers being dramatic, Humor, Fluff, Getting Together, Draco Malfoy is Good with Children, featuring that one Home Ec unit that everybody hated, Everyone collectively losing their minds over babies made from flour

Read on AO3 here

[rillils]

written for round 5 @stuckybingo, square I5 - Looking after each other wordcount: 1411 pairing: Steve/Bucky additional tags: fluff, kidfic, general silliness, slice of life, dorks in love, dorks in love + their baby

Steve never believed in sunscreen, no matter how many times he got the hide scorched off of him. Used to just sit there and let the sun fry his skin, seemingly content to suffer through all the pretty stages of a sunburn, the blistering and the peeling, the stinging and the itching.

The serum just gave his stubborn ass one more excuse to walk outside in all his dumb, unprotected glory.

“You know it’ll have healed by tomorrow anyway,” he would shrug in the face of Bucky’s reasonable worry. But oh, how he’d hiss and cuss through gritted teeth, Later That Same Day, when Bucky inevitably wound up spreading cool aloe over his poor, neon-bright shoulders, the shade of them a hot raw pink that’d probably get them both sued by Mattel sooner or later.

“Fuck. Fuck. I always forget how bad it gets. How do I always forget how bad it gets.”

And it would take a herculean effort for Bucky to refrain from saying ‘I told you so’, but refrain he would; he’d simply smooth his aloe-covered fingers down to the small of Steve’s back, where the tan line made his creamy-pale asscheeks stand out like two (somewhat flabbergasted) halves of a moon, and he’d lean over to whisper-kiss a fond, “Dumbass”, against the crown of Steve’s head.

* It was fatherhood that flipped that particular switch for Steve.

Already within the first few weeks of her life, Sarah Barnes-Rogers managed a colossal feat which several people, including her very own namesake, had been fruitlessly attempting for no less than a century: knock some sense into her father.

That summer, they brought their five-month-old baby to the beach for the first time, and suddenly Steve’s baseline shifted from a glaring zero, to at least three separate bottles of sunscreen tucked in his backpack at all times – and he wielded them as dramatically and determinedly as King Arthur pulling his sword from the Stone.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Bucky teased while Steve re-applied lotion on their daughter, and then himself, for the third time in one morning, the delicate scent of coconut wrapped around them like a gentle cloud.

“Protection is important,” retorted his husband, always 101% ready to rise to the challenge, even when it was ridiculous degrees outside and the average human felt distinctly like warm ice cream oozing, slow and tragic, towards an indecorous end on a sizzle-hot curb. Sarah wriggled excitedly in his lap, her pudgy little body slippery like a newborn dolphin.

“Important for you, too? Really? I thought you were gonna heal by tomorrow anyway.”

Steve glared at him, mouth pouting with growing intensity within the neatly groomed frame of his beard.

“We lead by example,” he said petulantly, and since he couldn’t exactly stomp away – at least not with all the dramatic flair required by such indignity as Bucky was willfully subjecting him to – he settled for looking away instead, fixing the hat over Sarah’s ears to keep his hands occupied. Stubborn, mulish smartass. Bucky was sure he’d never loved him quite so ardently as he did in that moment.

He leaned between their loungers and smacked the loudest kiss on Steve’s coconut-scented cheek, not bothering (oh, not too much) to hide his smug grin. “Good.”

*

Now, all things considered, it’s no wonder that Sarah’s grown to be such a sunscreen enthusiast.

The second they hit the beach, she wants nothing better than for Papa to help her get coated in the stuff, from head to wiggly toe; and once the procedure is complete, she’ll scuttle off at lightning speed, drop to the ground, and – to Bucky’s endless horror – roll about until she’s got every bit of her greased-up self nice and caked in sand. Sand which they'll still find sprinkled in every corner, crease and crinkle of every towel, bag and piece of clothing they own for a couple of months at least, but what is parenthood if not self-sacrifice?

Before she gets to that, though, Sarah has her own self-appointed job to do.

She plucks the bottle from Steve’s hand and, as per their private ritual, manhandles him into lying on his belly, announcing with her sweet, recently tooth-gapped smile, “I’ll do your back!”

Steve always indulges her with a smile of his own, and lets her climb onto the small of his back, ready to surrender himself to Sarah’s loving, if somewhat fierce ministrations.

For once, though, she doesn’t simply smear the lotion around with her usual excitement. On the contrary, she holds the bottle up and squeezes it meticulously, her brow scrunched up in concentration as she works with slow, strangely deliberate moves.

It’s only after a minute or so that Bucky really sees what she’s trying to do; and by then, her masterpiece is all but complete. The sight of it makes his heart clench with unexpected fondness.

“Daddy! Daddy, can you take a picture? I wanna show Papa, please!”

He takes one look at her hopeful little face, at the blond curls falling over her eyes, the sun-kissed freckles already crowding the bridge of her nose so early in the summer, and there’s no way in hell he’d ever even dream of saying no.

“’Course, baby,” he says, reaching for his phone with no further ado.

“Show me what?” Steve pipes up, twisting his neck to try and peek over his shoulder. “What’re you guys doing back there?”

“Nuh-uh,” Bucky tuts, pushing Steve’s head back down to rest atop his crossed arms, “you stay put for a second, doll. Can’t ruin this shot. Alright, here we go.” The camera clicks softly, once. “Hm. Nope.” Twice. “Eh– almost.” Thrice. “Ha! There. Perfect.”

He helps Sarah down from her perch on Steve’s back, very, very careful not to smudge her precious work, then hands her the smartphone. “Go ahead, baby, show Papa what a good job you did.”

In her eagerness, Sarah all but shoves the phone right in Steve’s face, with a squeal of “Pa! Look, look!”, watching him expectantly.

It’s there, on the screen, that Steve finally gets to see it. A message just for him, spanning almost his entire back, spelling, in Sarah’s wonky six-year-old handwriting, “I LOVE YOU PA ♥”, big squiggly heart included.

Steve doesn’t breathe for three whole seconds; and when he starts again, it’s with a soft, awestruck, “Oh.”

And it might be the stark light, or the warm breeze, or the scent of ocean salt in the air, but when he props himself up on his elbows to look at their daughter, his eyes have a familiar, watery shine to them. One of his strong arms wraps around Sarah’s middle and pulls her in, and he plants a kiss on her forehead, smiling all the while. “Love you too, munchkin. It’s beautiful, thank you so much.”

“Yah!”

Satisfied with the feedback, Sarah can finally run off to fulfill her destiny as a pocket-size sand monster. Steve gazes adoringly after her, then lifts his big, gleaming puppy eyes on Bucky, looking about as lovestruck as Bucky’s ever seen him in the last ninety-five years or so.

“Buck,” he says, soft and just, just on the cusp of choked up. How anyone ever thought they could teach this guy not to wear his heart on his sleeve, Bucky’ll never understand.

“Yeah, big guy. I know. I know,” he soothes, hovering close to place a sympathetic kiss on the swell of Steve’s bicep. “Listen, I’m gonna ask a dumb question here.”

Steve blinks up at him, curious.

“Do you maybe want me to fix your back for you, so you don’t actually burn to a crisp?”

And see, the truth is, he already knows the answer. He knows it with even greater certainty when Steve sinks his face in the crook of his own elbow, half laughing, half groaning, and a hundred percent utterly defeated.

Of course not. Of course he’s gonna lie directly in the nearest sunbeam, and let himself bake there until the words are branded onto his skin, pale white on Barbie-box pink, no matter how short-lived they’ll be.

“Yep. Called it.” He gives Steve’s bicep a gentle pat-pat, knowing that in about ten hours, even that will make Steve hiss with unrepentant, self-inflicted pain - and possibly loving him just that wee bit more for this tiniest of derring-do’s. “I’ll make sure to grab some more aloe on our way home.”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph!!

Sorry to pop into your inbox out of nowhere - but I absolutely had to message you! I've been desperately searching for kid!John fics for the past six months and accidentally stumbled onto the Wee Doctor Series and OH MY GOSH, I LOVE IT SO MUCH! I would quite literally give a kidney to experience reading it for the first time again. I also finished the Intentions Series last week by your recommendation, and both of these stories made me ridiculously happy.

I was wondering if you might know any other novel-length fics (30,000+ words) that feature John as a child while Sherlock remains an adult? I'm open to ANY premise – whether it's de-aging, alternate universe, or Sherlock's-kid scenarios!

Thank you so much for your time and for sharing such wonderful fic recs!! Lots of love <33

Hey Lovely!

First, the two series you recommended:

Intentions Series by KeelieThompson1 (M, 214,673+ w. across 4 Fics || WiP || Father-Son AU || Father-Son Relationship, Kid John, Unusual Childhood, Mentions of Child Abuse, Crime, Teen Pregnancy, Sherlock is John’s Father, Fluff, Humour) – Sherlock Holmes discovers he's the father of ten year old John Watson; the product of an experimental night with a girl he would tenuously call a friend when he'd been sixteen.

Wee Doctor Series by americanjedi (T, 283,224 w. across 9 works || Time Travel / Adult in Kid Body AU || Grown Up John in 8 Year Old Body, Magical Realism, Conspiracies, Not Kidfic-Kidfic, Paternal Lestrade, Angst, Comfort, Past Abuse) – Dr. John Watson is turned into an eight year old child, dealing with Sherlock who doesn't know him in a world where he was never born. He's a little stressed out, but he's got his priorities straight. Original characters and London as a war zone, and John's accidentally inventing a super genius.

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Secondly, I don't really enjoy kid fics so they're not the first thing I go looking for, hahahha. SADLY I don't have any personal recs, and a quick search on my MFL list doesn't seem to meet the criteria you're looking for :(

Perhaps one of my Lovelies and Lurkers™ will have a few suggestions for us??

Thank you for your kind words! I'm happy my blog has brought you joy! 💜🖤

[midnightpink]

A Wizard’s Guide to Co-Parenting with Your Ex-Arch Nemesis

read it here on ao3

Harry had expected a few things when returning for his Eighth Year. Rooming with Ron, a cheeky Firewhisky down at the pub, leaving his assignments to the last minute – those were all but certain to occur.

His list of certainties definitely hadn’t included McGonagall’s shake-up of the curriculum, which tasked the Eighth Years with the responsibility of parenthood for three weeks. Caring for a baby Transfigured from a sack of flour would have been alright if: 1) Malfoy wasn’t Harry’s assigned partner, 2) Their baby’s one goal in life wasn’t to spite Harry, and 3) Malfoy wasn’t infuriatingly good at fake parenthood.

by: thecouchsofa

Words: 38,232, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English 

Collections: H/D Kidfic Fest 2024

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger,Parvati Patil,Minerva McGonagall, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Original Child Character(s)

Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Additional Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Ridiculousness, Temporary Children, mild themes of child loss, A baby that lives to spite Harry, Teenagers being dramatic, Humor, Fluff, Getting Together, Draco Malfoy is Good with Children, Co-Parenting with your ex-arch-nemesis, featuring that one Home Ec unit that everybody hated, Everyone collectively losing their minds over babies made from flour, Kidfic, H/D Kidfic Fest 2024

[fanforthefics]

Take Your Time

My contribution to week 3 of the @sidgeno-fluff-fest, for the prompt “kids”. (Suspend your disbelief as to timing, okay? It’s for the story, go with it). Comes in at about 4k of ridiculous wishbaby fluff. 

“G, G! G, guess what!”

It’s a little like counting seconds after lightening waiting for the thunder; Geno has the amount of time it takes for five-year-old legs to cross the locker room to brace before he’s hit around the knees with fifteen kilograms of child. Geno takes the hit, stumbles back dramatically.

“What, solnyshko?” Geno exclaims, grabbing the boy by his waist and hoisting him into the air. Henry giggles, loud and endearing as his father’s. “What happening?”

“I’m going skating today!”

“Skating, yes?” Geno swings Henry back down. The other guys around the locker room are still changing, not paying any attention to the child running around their midst other than probably watching their language a little bit. Henry’s always had the run of the place, maybe even more so than any of the other Pens children. “Go skating before.”

“Dad says I can do it on my own today!” Henry informs Geno, grinning. He has his father’s smile, like he has his father’s hazel eyes that widen excitedly at the prospect of skating.

“Did he?” Geno asks.

“He did,” Sid agrees, coming in behind his son. He sets two gear bags down on the bench—of course Sid already has a full gear bag for his son, Geno can’t bring himself to be surprised—with a sign like they’re much heavier than they are. Geno gives him a quick, worried look, because he still remembers the exhaustion of those first few months with Henry, but Sid just looks the same sort of tired as he usually is late into the season. “If—”

“If I’m good for Tim during practice, and I promise to eat all my vegetables after,” Henry recites. He makes a face at Geno, who laughs.

“So many rules, Sid!”

“I’ve never been above bribes.” Sid shrugs. “Now let Geno alone, Henry. What did I say about running away?”

“It’s just the locker room!” Henry protests.

“Yeah, it’s just the locker room, Sid,” Tanger agrees, and Henry lunges from Geno’s arms into Tanger’s.

“Uncle Kris, Uncle Kris! I’m going skating!”

“Are you?” Tanger asks, as he and Geno manage the handoff with a little more grace. “Gonna be a D-man like your godfather?”

“Nu-uh. I’m gonna score all the goals, like dad!” Henry announces, which gets a round of coos and laughter from anyone listening.

Henry continues telling Tanger about how good he’s going to be at skating, and Geno drifts over to Sid. He hasn’t moved to get changed yet—there’s still time before the optional skate this morning, and he has to drop Henry off with the trainers who watch him when Sid’s at the rink and doesn’t have another babysitter. Instead he’s just watching Henry with Tanger and Shearsy and Muzz, who are all listening intently as Henry chatters at them. He’s as talkative as Sid in a good mood, just all the time. It makes Geno wonder about Sid as a kid; if he had this enthusiasm but was beaten down by the pressures of being who he is.

It doesn’t matter, really; Sid’s got soft eyes as he watches his son and his team, the same soft eyes he’d had four years ago when he’d called everyone to his home and presented them with his son, the basket he’d appeared in still in the corner of the room.

Geno watches Sid watch Henry, and doesn’t kid himself that his gaze is any less fond.

“Hey,” he says, nudging Sid with his hip. “Henry skate today? You decide is finally time?”

“Yeah,” Sid sighs. His lips twist for a second. Everyone’s been teasing him about when he’ll put his son on the ice since Henry turned two, but he’d been adamant he wouldn’t do it unless Henry asked. Everyone had been a little worried about if Sid would break, when Henry didn’t start asking immediately. “If he wants to, I’m not going to stop him.”

“He baby Crosby. He be fine.”

“That’s sort of what I’m worried about,” Sid admits, still watching. Tanger’s put Henry down, and now he’s helping Phil wrap his stick. No one on this team pretends that the captain’s son doesn’t have all of them wrapped around their little fingers. Those first few months, when Sid refused to put him down for longer than the space of a practice like the universe would take him away if he let go, really made an impression. “Or—what if he isn’t? It’s not like we really know his genetics.”

“Half you, at least,” Geno tells him. He’s not entirely sure of the science, but he knows that much. “And all Henry. He good.”

“Yeah,” Sid echoes. He worries, Geno knows; he’s worried since that first day, because Sid has been practicing parenting with the team since he got his first letter and having a son has just spread the fretting. He worries that Henry will want hockey, and that he’ll live his life with Sid’s name hanging over his head; he worries that Henry won’t want hockey and Sid won’t know how to relate to him. He worries that Henry’s missing something, growing up without another parent other than the universe; he worries that the ever-shifting Pens roster doesn’t give Henry enough stability.

“You good,” Geno repeats, nudging Sid again. “Best dad. Henry be fine. Great at skate, great at anything he wants. Maybe be goalie. Make Aunt Taylor proud.”

Sid actually knocks on wood, which makes Geno laugh. “God, don’t even. I told Flower we were doing this and he overnighted me the smallest goalie mask he could find.”

“Is cute?” Geno asks, and Sid shakes his head, grinning.

“It’s pretty adorable,” he admits, pulling out his phone. “Look, here.” He flips through to his pictures, and yeah, it’s adorable—Henry grinning through the mask, all dark curls and big eyes and chubby cheeks; the next one of him in Sid’s lap, Sid frowning a little like he’s trying to figure out the best angle for the selfie and Henry tugging on his dad’s hair. Something pangs in Geno’s heart, looking at it.

“Da-ad!” Henry whines, throwing himself at Sid. Sid hands the phone to Geno and lifts his son into his arms as smoothly as he’s ever put a puck into the net, then takes the phone back. “I want to show Tim my skates!”

“Okay, guess we’re going,” Sid chuckles. He looks over Henry’s head, to Geno. “Tell Dan I’ll be right out, eh?”

“Yes yes, know you won’t be late. Go!” Geno swats Sid’s ass, just because. Sid glares at him. They’ve never needed words to communicate, and that includes nonverbally swearing at each other because kids are in the room. “Sooner go, sooner Henry can skate. Show you how its done.”

“Yeah!” Henry agrees, and wiggles down from his father’s grip. Sidney gets a hand around his before he goes running, and they walk out together, hand in hand.

Geno watches. There’s that pang again.

“You know he’ll be back right after practice, right?” Horny says, straight-faced. “You don’t have to miss him.”

“Know,” Geno says, rolling his eyes. He doesn’t miss Henry. He doesn’t even—it’s not even envy, really. It’s just. Something. Something shaped like a night they don’t talk about.

///

After practice, some of the guys head out, but somehow the word went out that it was kids day, so Alex has been deposited on the ice, and Isabella, and all the other little ones. Geno’s not sure if Sid set a trend, or it’s a conscious thing to do so the reporters hanging around hoping for something to write about don’t focus on Sidney Crosby’s wishbaby son’s first steps on the ice.

“Ready?” Sid asks, hovering at the door with a hand on Henry’s shoulder. He’s still in full gear, minus his gloves, which makes Henry—in just his skates and a helmet—look comically small in front of him.

“Yeah!” Henry bounces a little. Geno pulls out his camera, trains it on them. Sid will want this. Not to mention Henry’s grandparents, aunt, and oceans of honorary uncles. “Dad, come on!”

“Okay,” Sid agrees, and steps onto the ice, pulling Henry with them.

It’s not dramatic, really—Sid’s holding onto both of Henry’s hands, skating backwards and tugging Henry along—but it is adorable, Henry’s brow furrowed and lips pressed together as he concentrates on staying upright.

“You’re doing great,” Sid murmurs, in what’s definitely the same tone he uses on scared rookies. His face, though—god, it’s the face he had the first time Henry walked, the first time he spoke. His face in that moment, when Geno’d come in with Tanger and Flower, debating with them about just why Sid had summoned them and wondering if it had anything to do with the night before, when they’d found him holding a baby in his arms. He’d looked up, and it had been with this face that he’d said, “this is my son.”

Henry pushes forward, a little stronger. “Let go,” he orders. Sid pauses. “Dad!”

“Okay,” Sid agrees, and lets go.

He stays close, hovering just out of reach—but Henry takes his first few faltering steps on the ice alone. Geno can’t breathe.

Then Henry’s arms start flailing, and he loses his balance and falls on his butt with a surprised ‘oof!’

Geno bites down hard on his lip so he won’t laugh. Henry looks like he’s not sure whether to cry or not.

“Diving!” Geno calls. He hits pause on his phone, skates forward. “That penalty, Henry. And bad habit. Not take after papa in this.”

“Hey,” Sid complains, but he’s not serious. Henry’s clearly distracted, watching them; Sid reaches down, and pulls Henry to his feet. “You okay, Henry?”

“I fell.”

“Yeah,” Sid agreed. “It happens.”

Geno leans down. “Want know secret?” he asks. Henry nods. “Your papa falls lots.”

“So does Geno,” Sidney adds, with a look that’s as good as a check. Geno pushes him. Sid lets him slide. “Hey! No penalties in front of my son.”

“Not penalty if you not get caught,” Geno retorts. He turns to Henry. “Want skate with me?”

“Okay,” Henry agrees, and holds out one hand to Geno. He keeps his other hand in Sid’s, so they skate a little way like that, Sid and Geno watching Henry closely.

A laugh and the click of a photo, and Geno looks up to see Tanger holding his phone pointed a them. “That’s one for the Christmas card!” he yells.

Sid makes a face, then looks around. “Hey, Alex?” he calls, to where Tanger’s son is taking shots on Muzz. “I think your dad needs practice blocking.”

“Okay!” Alex calls, and cheerfully charges his dad. Tanger cackles and skates away.

“Can I do that?” Henry demands, watching—he’s never liked that Alex is older and can therefore do more than him.

“Let’s get you going slow first,” Sid suggests, and Henry pouts.

“I don’t wanna go slow!” he protests, his whine just like Sid’s when told that no, IR means rest.

Geno swoops around behind Henry, grabs his shoulder. “We go fast then!” he says, and starts to go, pushing Henry in front of him as he gets up to speed, he focuses in on Olli, mainly because he’s closest and also because he makes eye contact at the wrong moment; he gets the picture quickly and starts going in front of them. Henry’s laughing madly, and Geno holds on tight.

Olli lets them catch him after a few minutes—it’s hard, skating with a kid—and Geno high fives Henry. When he looks up, Sid’s watching them. He’s smiling a little, nothing wary or unsure. Geno falters, not enough that Henry does but enough that he has to look away. Sid’s certainty has always been overwhelming, intimidating. Sid knows what he wants, with enough power that he wished a son from the sky. Geno’s never been able to be sure. If he had been—well, things might have gone different that night.

“G!” Henry stomps. It almost overbalances him; Geno steadies him. “Can I try on my own again?”

“Da, solnyshko,” Geno murmurs, and lets him go. He keeps his arms close; he won’t let Henry fall. “Good. Do so good.”

///

It doesn’t take long for Henry to tire and start getting fussy.

“Time for lunch and a nap,” Sid says, as he unties Henry’s skates. He’s swinging his legs in a way that’s making Geno nervous for father and son both, but Sid dodges the blades adeptly.

“Just like his papa,” Geno points out, which gets a snort from Haggy and a wrinkled nose from Sid.

“Is that joke ever getting old?”

“No,” Geno tells him. “Not until one of you is not cranky without lunch and nap. I think Henry stop first.”

Sid gives him another glare. Geno grins back as innocently as he can. After ten years, Sid isn’t fooled, but he usually gives in anyway.

“I hope he does,” Sid agrees, and tugs Henry’s second skate off. “Okay, bud. Just hang out with G while I get changed, and we can go home, okay?”

“But I’m hungry now,” Henry whines.

“Want play matching game?” Geno suggests. Sid sighs, but Henry perks up. Sid doesn’t approve of the matching game, a phone app Geno had downloaded on the advice of one of his friends in Russia who said that it could keep kids occupied for hours and was good for them, but it works in a pinch.

Geno opens the app and gives his phone to Henry. He keeps half an eye on him and half an eye on Sid as they change, quick and efficient.

“Coming for lunch?” Sid asks, as he pulls off his underarmor. Geno only looks a little.

“Yes,” Geno tells him. “Not let you give Henry boring food.”

“It’s healthy.”

“Boring,” Geno retorts. “Mama sends more recipes, she says good for growing boy. Make big as his papa. We try.”

“She did?” Sid smiles, like he’s surprised. Like Geno’s mother doesn’t send recipes and toys and whatever else she thinks of whenever she can, and demands pictures. Sometimes, Geno thinks she knows, too. “She didn’t have to—”

“She want. She steal Henry, if think she could get over border.” Geno isn’t entirely joking. “Is good for me. Stop ask me about grandbabies.”

“Well, you are’t getting any younger, G,” Sid observes, in his best media voice. Geno throws a sock at him, and gets a laugh in response.

He thinks about it though, on the way to Sid’s. He remembers being twenty-five and feeling like the world was open in front of him—he’d won a Stanley Cup and plenty of other awards; he was going to the Olympics to win, he’d been sure, a gold medal on Russian ice. He’d been ready to take the world by storm then, that evening as he’d pulled into Sid’s driveway. He’d wanted everything and nothing all at once.

Now, he pulls into Sid’s driveway. Sid’s only started driving slower since Henry, so he beat him back; Geno lets himself in anyway, and heads to the kitchen to start pulling together some sandwiches. For all his effort, Henry is his father’s son, and when he’s already in a mood presenting him with something new isn’t going to make it any better.

A few minutes later, he hears the door open.  “In kitchen!” Geno calls.

Sid appears a second later, Henry in his arms. His head is soft on Sid’s shoulder, his limbs limp, his body steady in Sid’s strong arms.

“Barely made it five minutes in the car,” Sid says quietly. “Now he’s out cold.”

“Wake up for food?”

Sid shakes his head. “He had a snack before skating, he’ll be fine. I’ll put him down.”

“I grab gear from car,” Geno offers, because he knows Sid won’t ask, but it needs to be done.

Sid smiles at him, all easy affection, his eyes as warm as they were ten years ago, five. “Thanks,” he says, and pets over his son’s hair, soothing, and Geno—something catches in him. Sticks. Holds.

“I’ll be right back,” Sid says, and heads upstairs.

Geno goes out to Sid’s car, gets the two gear bags, brings them into the mudroom where they belong. Then he goes upstairs.

Sid’s still in Henry’s room. Henry’s laying on the bed, asleep in the sweet way of kids, with his cheeks flushed and his thumb in his mouth. Sid, as Geno watches, leans down, brushes a lock of hair off of Henry’s face, pulls the blankets up over him. Soft, easy movements. He’s so good at this. He’s always been so good at this, at fatherhood, at anything he put his mind to. He’s never needed anyone else, really. Never asked for it. Not for the last five years, and before that—

Sid looks up, smiles at Geno again, puts his finger to his lips. Geno nods, and steps back out of the door. Sid’s there a second later, shutting the door quietly behind them.

That quiet follows them back down to the kitchen, even after Geno distributes the sandwiches he had made. It’s an easy silence. They’ve never needed words. Or at least, not usually.

“You ever think about that night?” Geno asks. He’s been eating standing up, and now he sets his empty plate down at the counter, leans against it so he can watch Sid where he’s sitting at a stool at the island.

Sid blinks. Chews his sandwich, swallows. “What night?”

Right. Not even Sid knows everything. “Night where—night before Henry come,” Geno says, because that’s easier then ‘the night we had sex and it was great and it might have been something except then the next day you had a baby.’

“Oh.” Sid sets down the sandwich. He’s eying Geno more in confusion than wariness. “That night.” He lets out a long breath. “What do you want me to say to that, G?”

“Not know, just—we never talk. I think, talk next day, but then—”

“Then Henry,” Sid fills in. “Yeah. I know it was weird, and it seemed like you were a little freaked, but by the time I’d figured stuff out with Henry, it didn’t seem like an issue anymore.”

That’s a fair description of what had happened. It feels paltry, though. Those few words can’t describe the feeling of Sid’s body against his, of laughing into Sid’s mouth and skin, of how he’d tasted; how his mouth had felt; how everything had felt, like it had all come together.

“He not issue. Henry never issue.” Sid’s smile flashes, quick and sweet, and Geno feels that thing in him settle more. “But—we have sex, then you get baby, Sid. Maybe we should have talk.”

“Talk now, or have talked then?” Sid asks. Geno makes a face, and Sid holds up his hands. “Just clarifying.”

“Then. Now. Sometime.” Geno shakes his head. English is the worst. “Sid, why Henry come then?”

Sid lets out a long breath. In another time, Geno might feel bad for pushing Sid like this—Sid, who hates to reveal anything—but Geno’s waited five years to be in a place where he wants to know this. And Sid’s not making a face like he’s mad, or uncomfortable. Just thoughtful, and almost wistful. “I don’t know. It wasn’t—like, it was you, but. It was everything, you know? The lock-out was done, the concussion was gone. Everyone I loved was there. I was ready. And then we, and…It felt like confirmation. That I was where I was supposed to be.” He looks up at Geno, his eyes calm and sure. “I’m not sorry. About that night, or Henry.”

“Me neither,” Geno agrees. He thinks Sid knows that, but it’s good to be sure. Sid doesn’t look surprised, at least.

“Good. Is that enough talking?” Sid looks hopeful, and it hits Geno all over again, how much he loves this man.

“Sid—why not ask?”

“Ask what?”

Geno takes a breath. “He come after we had sex. You alone with him, and is because of me. Could have asked.”

Sid presses his lips together, but he’s shaking his head, almost smiling. “He came with on name for a reason, Geno. I saw you, when I told you—there was a second when you thought he might be yours too, and you were freaked. I wanted him. I was ready. I didn’t need to pull you in too.”

Of course Sid saw. Sid sees everything, and he’s been Geno’s captain for years, long enough to read him.

“I’m not ready then,” Geno agrees, because he hadn’t been. Sid’s right. He takes a step closer. On the high stool, they’re the same height, and Sid’s gaze is watchful and ready, waiting for the puck to drop. “I am now.”

The only sound is Sid’s indrawn breath. “G.” His voice is rough. He swallows, and its clearer. “Geno, don’t say that if you aren’t sure.”

“I’m sure.” Geno steps forward against. His thighs are almost brushing Sid’s knees. Sid still hasn’t moved. “You not have to want, know you and Henry good, you not need, but—” Geno shrugs. “Love you. Love Henry. Want you both.”

“You’re sure?” Sid repeats. His eyes haven’t moved from Geno’s face. “This isn’t easy to walk away from.”  

Five years ago, he’d have run. Five years ago, he’d been young and stupid and hadn’t known that he’d never get his heart back from this man, or that the little boy upstairs would steal it just as completely.

Geno’s not as good as Sid at certainty. It takes him longer. But he can get there in the end.

“I’m sure,” he says again. Sid watches him for a second, for—something, Geno’s not sure what.

Then he nods, and suddenly they’re chest to chest, pressed close with Sid’s arms around Geno’s neck. “Good,” Sid says, and in that word and the moment after Geno can hear everything he doesn’t need to say. Then Sid’s lips curve up, heat coming in after the warmth. “Because we probably have about forty-five minutes to have sex before Henry wakes up.”

Geno yelps out a laugh, and grabs at Sid’s hips, pulling him even closer as Sid chuckles. “You not wasting time.”

“You take every minute you have with a kid,” Sid replies. “You’ll learn,” he adds, and cuts off Geno’s reply with his mouth.

///

They manage to make their time, though they’ve both only just finished pulling clothes back on when the door opens and Henry comes in. If he’s surprised about finding Geno in his father’s bedroom, he doesn’t show it, just climbs into the bed and settles between them.

“I wanna read fairy tales,” he announces. “G, please read?”

Sid’s grinning, but he shifts his arm so Henry can settle under it, and then Geno’s faced with two sets of big hazel eyes. It wasn’t like he was going to say no in the first place, but now it’s impossible.

“Okay,” he agrees, and takes the book Sid hands him. It only takes them a little bit of repositioning to get comfortable, then Henry’s sitting on Sid’s lap and Sid’s pressed up against Geno, so they can all see the pictures.

Geno takes a second to look at them—Sid and the son he wanted so certainly drew him from the sky. Then Sid looks up at him, and smiles, and there’s that same certainty in it. Geno would drop from the sky for that smile, he thinks. He’ll keep it as long as he’s allowed. 

“G!” Henry slams a heel into Geno’s thigh. “Read!”

“Okay, okay.” Geno opens the book. Sid rests his head on Geno’s shoulder, and Henry’s leaning forward, intent on the words he can’t read yet. “Once upon a time…”

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - May 2

I know I say every week that I read a lot this week but I have been indulging in my favorite coping technique and so this list is ridiculously long. Twitter encouraged me. Blame them. 

**Indicates my recent favs 

~*~ 

On the inherent homoeroticism of cake decoration by welcoming_disaster (616/8K)

“She’s matchmaking, Barton,” Carol sighed.

“We,” Thor corrected, thumping himself hard in the chest, “art matchmaking.”

“Who, Cap n’ Tony?” Clint asked, his mouth full.

“Cap and Tony,” Janet confirmed, cutting herself a thin slice of egg and gently depositing it on her whole grain avocado toast, “it’s getting ridiculous.”

“Wait, I thought they were—“ Clint frowned, glancing around the room as though to confirm. Nothing but confused faces met his questioning gaze. “Huh. I really thought they were fucking.”

“And there is the crux of the issue,” Jess licked a bit of spaghetti sauce off her lip.

“Aye,” agreed Thor, “there’s rub.”

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The team tries to set up Steve and Tony. Things don't go as planned.

Baby lovers like you and me (never say die) by FestiveFerret (Old Guard AU/7.5K)

The Avengers. They'd found him frozen in the ice, told him he was immortal, of all things. And with the way he'd lived through seventy years deep in the Atlantic, he found himself inclined to believe them. They'd also been very… convincing.

Without question, they integrated him into their unit - The Avengers, a secret team of unkillables seeking wrongs around the world and making them right, supported and housed by an enigmatic billionaire named Tony Stark. Their immortality, it seemed, was a secret to everyone but him.

Ready, set, bake by ChocolateCapCookie (Great British Bake Off/11k) 

The Avengers are on a nationally televised baking competition, but nobody seems to have warned the producers that the Avengers, while they save the world everyday and put their loves at risk doing so, are a) insanely competitive, and b) absolutely terrible bakers. Steve Rogers, especially, has a competitive streak a mile wide, and he's determined to win this competition, but it's not easy when his only real opponent is also the man he's been in love with for years.

***To make flowers grow (in this barren heart) by SoldiersShield, KakushiMiko (Hanahaki AU/16K) 

“You hide yourself away in your technology, but you are just as human as the rest of them. Your heart betrays your desire to possess.” Her gaze falls to the arc reactor, and Tony's blood runs cold in his veins.

“The Earth will reclaim what we have lost,” she says, dragging a hand over the chestplate of the armor. “It is you, and your kind-- your greed that pulls life from the soil as if it were nothing. You will reap what you have sown, Stark. The avarice in your heart will strangle the very life out of you.” Arna meets his eyes once more, a serene smile on her face as she leans forward.

“I hope he is worth dying for,” she murmurs, before digging her hand into his ribcage.

(Tony Stark falls in love with Steve Rogers. A rogue enchantress ensures he pays for it.)

Shelter from the storm by silkspectred (KidFic/5k) 

Tony adopts a baby. Guess who's Majorly Fucked Up™ about it.

Keep on beating by itsallAvengers (Domestic Fluff/6K) 

There were an awful lot of things Steve loved about Tony. But one thing in particular Steve could never get enough of was his heartbeat.

The good or bad thing by petreparkour (Multiverse/10k) 

 “It’s the metal suit,” Thor informed Steve, his normally-booming voice tinny over the SHIELD comms. “What did Stark call it—Iron Man?”

“But he’s down here,” Steve protested as the Hulk roared in Stark’s face, startling him into waking with a shout. “How could—”

“It’s damaged,” Thor reported. “But it looks different. More advanced. And he—ah. He’s carrying you, Captain.”

“Please tell me nobody kissed me,” Stark breathed out, and then Stark’s voice suddenly came over the comms, but the man lying next to him hadn’t moved.

“Guys, come on, you’re killing me here. What is it, 2012? God, I hate time travel. First, I'm fighting Thanos. Now, I have to deal with my past self and Thor's bad haircut? Oh my God, Cap, yes I hacked their comms, they’re my comms.”

Steve nearly opened his mouth to protest that he hadn’t said anything when he realized that this replica of Tony Stark wasn’t speaking to him.

***The tipping point by nightwalker (Domestic Fluff/7K) 

Tony has a few quirks. Steve's still trying to figure them all out.

We two, how long we were fool’d by glassessay (Soulmate AU/9K) 

Steve Rogers comes into the world as unblemished as his mother. When Anthony Stark is born, his soulmark is an obvious pattern of ink across his tiny chest.

It only takes a century, two names, and a shared love of Walt Whitman for them to find each other.

The tape in the cave by betheflame (Canon Divergent/5K) 

Steve had no idea what was happening.

“You think I didn’t know that?”

Tony was staring Zemo down as though the Sokovian was actual vermin - which, Steve reflected, he kind of was.

“You think that I,” Tony continued, not hiding the sneer in his voice, “Anthony Stark, who has more powerful technology in my literal fingers than most nations have, that I wouldn’t know everything possible about how my parents died? That I wouldn’t know it wasn’t an accident, that your silly little HYDRA Nazi knock-off pals are the ones who murdered them? Please, you are pathetic.”

Happy ending by Robin_tCJ (No-Powers AU/28K) 

 Steve is a mobile massage therapist, and Tony is a stressed billionaire. What could go wrong?

With a decent happiness by torigates (Teacher AU/16K) 

Tony Stark is Iron Man. Steve Rogers isn't, and never was Captain America.

Or, the one where everything is the same except Steve is a kindergarten teacher.

Nothing left but scars by SailorChibi (MCU/6.7K) - Reread

Steve wakes up to the fact that no one ever compliments or even says thank you to Tony, and that he has fallen into the same trap of painting Tony with a specific paintbrush.

This is how he showers a very confused Tony with praise to make up for it.

Our hearts should remember and follow by frostfall (MCU/5K) 

Steve hums. “I didn’t know you could play. Or sing. Don’t think I’ve heard anyone mention it before.”

Tony shrugs. “It’s one of the few things, skills, I don’t flaunt. Not something people are interested in, anyway. Not gonna sway any board members by playing fucking Für Elise for them. Sides’, there’s a high chance I wouldn’t even play. Well, maybe if you get me drunk enough and near an instrument. Then, I might reconsider.”

(After a dream leaves Tony rattled, he turns to the piano as a way to distract himself.)

Finally, you and me by pensversusswords (Multiverse/10K) 

Because in every layer of time, in every conceivable dimension, he was always meant to love Steve.

By some miracle, Steve was meant to love him back.

***Full disclosure not required (but appreciated) by Potrix (Identity Porn/16k) 

The one where Steve knows more than he lets on, Tony knows less than he pretends, Clint has a big mouth, Bucky is a little shit, and everyone learns why keeping secrets never ends well.

Almost never, anyway.

Heartlines by nanasekei (MCU/7.9K) 

“Let me,” Tony repeats. He regrets it deeply, so much, he wants to stick the words back into his mouth again, and it must show, in the way his voice wavers. He feels exposed, all of a sudden, as if he’s asking something bigger than what he can actually say. Let me touch you, let me take care of you. “Just… Let me do it.”

i found a way to let you in, but i never really had a doubt (marriage series) by quidhitch (Marriage Series/16k) 

Tony Stark doesn’t believe in marriage. It’s nobody’s fault. —Well, it’s Howard's fault, probably, but Tony doesn’t like to think about that for too long, finds that it dredges up all sorts of issues he’d rather keep buried under a mountain of strategically employed sarcasm, humorous self-deprecation, and the occasionally effective substance abuse.

***Hide your love away by sineala (Soulmate/33K) - Reread

Tony has suspected for a long time that the soulmark on his chest matches Steve's -- but he's never told Steve about it. And then it's too late to tell Steve anything at all ever again. In the wake of Steve's death, the Skrull invasion, and Norman Osborn's rise to power, the identity of his soulmate is just one of the many things Tony cuts out of his memory forever.

When Tony returns to consciousness, he's forced to deal with the aftermath of a war he no longer remembers fighting, not to mention a Steve Rogers who can barely stand to be in the same room with him. Surely the last thing Tony could ever need in his life is more amnesia. But that's what he gets. And Tony's new missing memory just might be the key to finding out the truth of his soulmark... as well as his chance to make things right once and for all.

Break the chain (can’t live in circles again) by orphan_account (FWB/19K) 

There had been seven amazing weeks of dating Steve Rogers before Tony realised that they weren’t dating at all. And then it was a scramble to adjust to the situation as it had always been: being Steve’s friend-with-benefits.

And if Steve seemed a little confused and bewildered by the way Tony was acting, well. Tony was probably just misreading that, too.

Five times steve and tony (tried to) bail each other out of jail by Teyke (MCU/6k) 

Twice before Civil War, twice after, and once during. For very loose definitions of both 'bail' and 'jail'.

Cracked hearts under iron ribs by XtaticPearl (Established Relationship/14k)

Rhodey is away for almost six months now and comes to meet Tony after the mission. He doesn't understand the domesticity of the whole Tower and unknowingly sets off a whole truck of insecurities which make Tony crawl back into being a Stark instead of just Tony. The team is not at all happy and Rhodey joins them in trying to figure out a way to help their resident genius feel better in his skin.

The single biggest problem with communication by BlossomsintheMist (616/108K)

In the wake of Steve's return from the dead and the end of Norman Osborn's reign of terror, the superhero community is recovering--Steve has taken on a new role and Tony is trying to put his life back together. Things are still awkward between them, but they're determined to put things to rights. But when a discussion about their feelings leads to further misunderstandings, they discover that might be more difficult than either of them realized. Set in the early Heroic Age after the end of Dark Reign, this is a get-together story about crossed wires--and second chances.

What are friends for? by bobertsmallismydad (MCU /2.8K) 

In which Steve is targeted by a virus. Will the Avengers be able to save him in time?

Starving by festiveferret (Vampire AU/2K) 

Steve woke up starving.

***Everybody wonders (What it would be like to love you) by SoldiersShield (MCU/3K) 

“...Is that what this is about?” He asks slowly. Steve blanches.

“Oh my god. It is.” Tony has no right looking as giddy as he does. “Steven Grant Rogers, are you jealous?”

--

Or: Steve and Tony have been dancing around each other for a while now, and Steve's rather content with it. Attending a gala together just might change that.

Re(A)d all over by brandnewfashion, MusicalLuna (Drunk Flirting/3k) 

Contrary to popular belief, Tony Stark can blush.

It just takes Steve getting drunk on some magical Asgardian mead for it to finally happen.

***The Do-over Proposal by nightwalker (Established Relationship/1.2k) 

Steve wants to go on a journey, Tony doesn't think it's a good time, and Bucky needs to beat some sense into both these idiots.

A Winter’s Ball by alliejowrites (Victorian AU/3.8K) 

Steve moves to London in search of a patron, so that he can finally devote himself to painting. He is not expecting everything he finds upon meeting Lord Stark. A fluffy little Victorian AU. One-shot.

What’s a fanfic by starksnack (AvAc/1K) 

Kamala introduces Tony and Steve to the world of fanfiction. There is a surprising amount of content about them being gay.

[lavender-lotion]

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it and/or tell you something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

thank you for the tag @stronglyobsessed!

I was really not sure if I actually wanted to go in and name ALL the files in my WIP folder, but then I realized I could use this as an opportunity to make sure that my WIP sheet is up to date, so... here we are. my entire WIP folder. organized by fandom!

Teen Wolf

chris/derek dom/sub

Deter -

deter marriage proposal

proclaim the truth and do not be silent through fear

stiles/sam prompt sam saving stiles

Dressing porn

JR/Tyler

season 2 stackson

stiles in make up

July 19 - Smut

June 20: Relationship Reveal

June 23: Free Day

Stalion magic alpha pack

Together, We Belong

Stallison

Beach stanny

camboy stiles - stanny

gift for merwin

Gone and Past

Sr stalion And stennis

Stennis

Stennis sex

tattoos

You Fill My Heart (With Such a Gentle Love)

Soft steter->stetopher

Feral Derek

Kate takes video of essentially rape

familiar steterek

Set up on date

Steterek kisses

steterek sad derek

young steterek

young steterek

breathing you in seuquel

hornet au

continuation to fox!stiles

fox stiles installment

hale family

Sr. Steter

steter courting??

steter for harry--alpha rut

steter kidfic

alpha stiles omega john

De-aged Sheriff

Drunk dick pic stilinskicest

impregnation kink

john jacking stiles off when he can't use his hands

Possessive fox sheriff claims his son

stilinskicest absuive claduia

Stilinskicest tattoo

Twincest only fans

John/Jordan/Stiles

Alpha Twins/Stiles

Falling Together - Hale Orgy for Green

merwin bday fic - stiles/alpha pack?

peter/jackson

Sheriff Stilinski Gets Some Good Lovin'

X-Men

Alemando age play

Colleesive

kitney making out

Lonk pt 2 "I have never felt so content with unexpected discoveries"

vAzazel/Janos snowball fight for irene

azjanos

bobbyjohn discovering cherik

cherigan fic

bab smut

charles mom sucks

Erik goes back in time cause Charles is dead but overshoots

post dofp smut

they slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered

unbendable

Cherik Dating App

bamf emma kidnapped angel

for even if she flees, soon she shall pursue

you cast diamonds across the waters of my innocence

magnet smut

Mags Family

Nina

Peter/Weny POV

Hank and Alex bond during lab time

logan/emma

lonk patching up

Lonk awkwardly flirting for jasp

Lonk for lib

Lonk

peter putting himself down

first meeting

NightAngel

EnNightAngel

5 times Kurt makes Peter bust a nut in his pants and 1 time Peter busts a nut in his pants on his own

Angry Erik

QUICKNETO

quickneto identity reveal

original timeline grief fuck

scogan first meeting

scogan peach

Summerscest ANGST

incest continuation to jasper fic

war photo masturbation

xavierine fic

Cain Marko/Charles Xavier AU

Charles angst childhood telepathy

dadneto saves the day

Emma Frost/Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier

Erik/Shaw

kurt/hank

Lonkma

quogan

Jammy

phoenix peter

Charles waking up in Jakob’s arms

MCU

Ned/Peter 2

Rhodey/Tony

keenker kinktober 12

spideypool asexual gift for frosted goddess

Spideypool Big Bang

Spideypool prompt

Starker Big Bang

starker field trip fic

Starker Mob AU

I Built My Home, Inside Of You

Thorki

Thor/Peter

Bucky/Peter sex worker fic

Physiotherapy (I'll Be Your Baby)

winterspider date fluff

winterspider smut

5 times Happy patched up Peter and 1 time Peter patches up Happy

Jarvis/Tony

Twitter Fic

Bruce Banner/Peter Parker Dom/Sub

(hold me) steady

to love and be loved by you

Glee

take us, together, like the stroke of a bow

with puck pt 2

sam not backing down

sam/kurt

kurt picking up dave's call

Kurtofsky - long fic coming out

Kurtosky - after prom season 2

Ep 5:

Puckurt

Puckurt - visiting during juvie

Fives Time Denny Payson Comes in His Pants and One Time Kurt Hummel Gets Him Out of Them First

Kurt/Chandler

will/kurt

Kingsman

Touched starved Merlin

tattoo au

protective eggsy

Kingsman

Kingsman

emerging from the night and heart of me

eggsy/trans roxy

Eggsy/Roxy/Merlin

Dad Eggsy

Young Justice

YJ - 1

YJ - 8

Dick and Wally team up to seduce Conner

5 times superboy watches tv alone and one time dock watches tv with him

birdflash

YJ - 10

Dick and Wally team up to seduce Conner

Superbird

Misc Fandom & Cross Overs

X-Men / MCU

venom/eddie/peter

TW x Glee

bucky/stiles

CLINT/STILES

Ragnarok

Primal Laurits

Loki Laurits

Laurits finds Magne after the show

Fate: The Winx Saga

5 times Riven gives Dane a first +1 time Dane gave Riven a first

Riven/Dane/Beatrix

Criminal Minds

Reid/Morgan - S3 E2

Morgan/Reid - S2 E

Yu-Gi-Oh

Yagi

Weird City

smexy massage

Because I have more WIPS then people I know, I am tagging EVERYONE. Seriously, if you read this and want to list your WIPS, do it! even tag me in it!! i’d absolutely love to see if and pop into your ask box!

And if you’ve read this, please feel free to send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it and/or tell you something about it!

[takethisroad]

you should do a fic recs post 👀

AAYYYYEEEE

mkay so obviously this is going to vary wildly for people because these are my fave BS fics and the only factor I have in choosing them is: DOES IT SPARK WILD EMOTIONS AND MAKE ME WANT TO HURL MYSELF OUT A WINDOW (IN A GOOD WAY)?

Will I be giving coherent plot summaries? No. Will I be screaming about the elements I love loud enough to break the sound barrier? YES.

In no particular order:

- Seedlings by twofrontteethstillcrooked

Silverflint modern AU. LISTEN. Not only am I a SLUT for modern aus, but also the TONE? The atmosphere? The growing sense of intimacy? THE FUCKING HUMOUR? Please, the first time I read the sentence about Vane, I laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe. (Everything this author has written for BS is solid gold. The taco salad fic? Impeccable.)

-don’t come closer, don’t let go of me by youatemytailor

Sometimes I like to drown in my silverflint feelings and this still brings tears to my eyes on the reread, so. Angsty post-finale fic.

- Stimulus by astronautsquid

Flinthamilton post-canon HOLY SHIT SHIT SHIT. Okay, like? Sometimes you are in the mood for two middle-aged men who have Been Through It slowly reconnecting with each other and also with their bodies, and sometimes you find the most breathtaking fic detailing this and sometimes after you read it your chest aches and you need to lie on the floor and cry for a bit. Ya know? (The erectile dysfunction fic you never knew you needed.)

- choose for my triumph an easier end by whimsicalimages

OT4! OT4! Silvermadiflinthamilton + kidfic! I am 10000% here for exasperated uncle James, inquisitive children, and everyone dunking on John Silver. A+ fluff and love.

- The Cup of Their Deserving (the wages of their virtue) by DreamingPagan

OKAY O K A Y O  K AAAA  YYYY . This fic? How do I even begin. It literally redefined how I see canon. The BEST Madi pov I’ve read in all 226 pages on the archive (seriously, just. I can’t get over it, I was hooked on her by the end of the first paragraph, her anger, her compassion, all of it). Seeing James and Thomas reunited and healing together was a gd balm for my soul (do you want to cry about Thomas Hamilton? Please read this fic. Read the part about the clothes.) I was angry over Silver’s actions in the finale, and reading this fic was so fuckin cathartic after that. Whew. I can’t recommend this one highly enough. (ALSO do yourselves a favour and check out Reclamation for ANOTHER EPIC TAKE on things post-canon and ridiculously cute rarepair Vane/Madi which actually works???)

- in, out by woodlands but actually just do yourself a favour and read everything @halewoods​ has written

I don’t even normally bookmark angst but I sure do when it knocks my socks off like this!! Please read to have your heart break even more for James Flint than you previously thought possible, and also for absolutely captivating writing.

- the ENTIRETY of please do not let me go by natlet

Silverflint. This WHOLE SERIES is my FAVOURITE THING IN THE ENTIRE FANDOM. It's like someone reached into my brain, saw all of my buttons and pressed every single one of them at once. Epic tenderness, newfound emotional awakenings, soft SOFT feelings, desperately hot sex, not a single chapter without some kind of hurt/comfort, MULTIPLE counts of James Flint receiving said comfort, heartbreakingly gentle caretaking, and all of this with the best narrative voice for Silver that I've yet seen, and the most fucking insightful look at Silver and Flint's relationship that I have yet come across. CANNOT recommend this highly enough, especially if you, like me, have a serious case of “wanting James Flint to be loved”-itis.

- James Flint Appreciation Week by fandomfan

Silverflint, does what it says on the tin and does it DELICIOUSLY. James Flint gets the love and appreciation he deserves! There’s a line in here that absolutely undid me. The James Dates series is also well worth a read!

There’s more, there’s TONS more, but these are the ones I have bookmarked and readily available. I’m sure none of these are new to anyone, anyway, since they’re all near the top results if you filter by bookmarks, but! Just in case.

[susiecarter]

I wanted to say that I love your Croc/GQ fic so much — for two characters who had very little screen time you've really done an incredible job fleshing them out. I wanted to ask, do you ever think about their future? Do they both vaguely assume they'll die on the job? would they ever manage to get out and go live in a house on a swamp in Florida somewhere?

/o\ :D Aw, man, thank you so much, anon! I'll be honest with you: I love love love that people like my Bruce/Clark work so much, and it makes me so happy ... BUT there's something a little extra awesome about making a rarepair like that convincing and engaging for anybody but me and Hecate (who convinced me with an exchange request alone), and I couldn't be gladder that you've enjoyed all my fics about them so much. \:D/! Haha, and I'm relieved you don't mind me taking liberties filling in the blanks, either. ;D

AS FOR YOUR ACTUAL QUESTION, on the one hand I'd feel silly doing anything but acknowledging that dying on the job is ... probably the most realistic outcome for them both, considering. (Like, canonically, that WAS the outcome for GQ, at least unless Suicide Squad 2 says otherwise; and when Croc's not on the job, he's in Belle Reve. I somehow doubt he gets to retire with hazard pay.) But on the other hand, if realism were what I was here for, I wouldn't be writing fic about a SEAL doing magical black ops and the mutant crocodile man he's in love with. :D

So, yeah, I am 3000% here for them both assuming they'll die on the job, and being vaguely surprised when that's not how it happens—when they keep on going, maybe save the world publicly enough that nobody can get away with stuffing Croc in a box afterward; when it gets awkward to do anything but let them both retire quietly, in exchange for them not telling anyone what else ARGUS has gotten up to. Which with me at the wheel probably results in some angsty stupid thing where they both realize they were assuming they'd be together forever, but MAYBE THE OTHER GUY WANTS SOMETHING ELSE, oh no, and they don't talk about it for ALMOST too long but then they do, and also they bang. :D

And thanks to @amaronith, I also have epic schmoopy daydreams about the most ridiculous slow creeping found-family fluff you can imagine, where they're figuring their futures are going to end because of the Squad, but instead it turns out, like—that IS their future, and it's a pretty good one (Croc finding a mutant egg on a mission! Hiding it from everyone and sneaking it back to his cell! Looking after it like the Best Taciturn Crocodile Dad! GQ discovering it one day and helping him! AND THEN IT HATCHES and everything dissolves into mutant crocodile kidfic and protectiveness and parenting without realizing how committed you are until you are Real Committed ;-; because y e s. Does Croc try to give their crocodile baby to GQ because Belle Reve's no place for a kid? Does GQ refuse and instead wrangle some kind of special dispensation, because ARGUS wants to study the baby and GQ's not above using that as a bargaining chip? DOES THEIR BABY GET STOLEN BY EVIL SCIENTISTS, and there is a rampage and a big rescue mission and everything is hearts? PROBABLY YES :D). Which, by the way, dioscorea wrote accidental baby acquisition ALREADY and it's so good and I love everything about it. ;-; JUST A PSA.

And there is DEFINITELY some kind of longfic in my heart where ... like, GQ gets an opportunity on a mission somehow to dig the bomb-thing out of Croc's neck for him, and does it, and tells him to get the fuck out while he can; and Croc stares at him for a minute until GQ really yells at him because somebody's going to notice the bomb-thing signal going dark or whatever, and then does go; and GQ pretends to everybody else that Croc died on that mission, and assumes Croc's making the most of his freedom and that GQ's never going to see him again. ;-; But he's Okay With That because At Least Croc Got Out, and Probably Croc Looks At Him And Sees ARGUS Anyway, and It's Better This Way. ;-; BUT THEN he gets injured somehow and has to take like six months, a year, to recuperate—or even cursed rather than injured, and he's being put on furlough until it can get broken—and he lets himself be shuffled off to some ARGUS safehouse (except maybe he gets to pick which one, and picks the one close to a swamp because it ~reminds him of ~someone). And he's living out in the middle of nowhere by himself for like a month, recovering, doing PT, before one night he thinks he sees something move in the water. :D And he doesn't dare let himself believe it's Croc, but IT TOTALLY IS, and Croc tracked him down on purpose and doesn't leave, and they end up with this whole weird domestic routine where they're sort of living together in the marshy wilderness, and they don't talk about it until they do, and then they bang. /o\

So, uh, yeah. Their immediate future is definitely filled with missions and adventures and probably getting accidentally soulbonded. :D But I love love love to think about how they could end up sticking together over the longer term, alive and looking after each other and living together next to a lot of water. ♥ THANK YOU FOR ASKING, SORRY ABOUT THE ESSAY

[it-may-be-dull-but-im-determined]

19 & 23 for the ask meme!

19 - any new fics to start next year?

23 - fics you wanted to write but didn’t

I think these are probably going to have the same answers :)

There’s the heist AU, which is kind of possibly inspired by the 2003 Italian Job remake (and a little bit Casino Royale) but not even remotely light and fluffy. Brienne is a safe technician who gets blackmailed by Tywin into helping Jaime retrieve some incriminating evidence about.. something from a series of antique safes that nobody else can break into. Macguffins abound. There’s a dog! I am in no way going to be doing enough research on actual safes so lots of it is getting wildly made up...

I keep circling around a ten years later on Tarth showverse AU futurefic, which started off fluffy and then quickly became a more angsty take about grief and children, because, I honestly can’t do fluff but I’m now going to do kidfic if it kills me. It’s much softer and more hopeful than I usually do though - theoretically that needs another flashback fic of backstory and a more sane version of season 8 to go with it, and then there’s a slightly ridiculous soap opera family drama fic that follows on.

At some point I need to write the stunt double AU, which, um, I’m borrowing from a conversation with @janiedean about Springsteen songs that would make good JB fics. Only I then started thinking about the whole thing where the Fury Road Max and Furiosa stunt doubles ended up getting married after they made the film? And I really wanted to get Brienne dealing with Dacey Mormont being like her but not, in the same fic, so... it’s all slightly meta now and they’re kind of stunt doubles on a film that looks a bit like Fury Road. But isn’t... I love it. It’s bonkers. 

I so hope any of these get done..! thank you so much for the ask :)

[worryinglyinnocent]

Thank you for the tag @galactic-pirates​! Here we go. 

Copy/paste and bold your fic preferences because why not, gotta choose one (near impossible, but go with your first gut instinct), and tag someone because, again, why not.

slow burn or love at first sight

(This may sound strange because I’m demiromantic myself and love at first sight is not something I ever really experience, but I love reading about it.)

fake dating or secret dating

(I’ve used this trope so many times in rumbelle fics.)

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers

(Too much angst potential in enemies to lovers.)

oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance with correspondence

(I wrote an entire fic based on this premise...)

hurt/comfort or amnesia

(Not a big amnesia fan in any kind of media.)

fantasy au or modern au

(No commentary on this one, just a simple preference.)

mutual pining or domestic bliss

(I am all about that fluff. Not an angsty person for the most part. Give me happy beginnings, middles and endings all the way!)

smut or fluff

(I love me some smut but if I could only have one for the rest of my days, fluff’s gonna win.)

canon compliant (missing scenes) or fix-it fic

(Hands down.)

alternate universe or future fic

(There’s just so much scope!)

one-shot or multi-chapter

(No cliffhangers, and I know there’ll be a happy ending.)

kid fic or roadtrip fic

(My brother, the enabler that he is, managed to play on my love of kidfic to get me to write him a sequel to a fic I wrote for him... I have such a weakness for kidfic it’s ridiculous.)

reincarnation or character death

(When I do dip my toe into the angst pool, I go HARD. I find there’s something cathartic about it sometimes.)

arranged marriage or accidental marriage

(I have a whole series of this and I love to read it...)

high school romance or middle aged romance

(If the characters aren’t in high school in canon, I find it hard to imagine them as any younger than they are. Also most of my ships tend to have a large age gap and for me that’s essential to the dynamic, having them the same (young) age feels strange, but ageing the younger character up to middle age feels ok.)

time travel or isolated together (cabin in a snow storm, desert island)

(I have a Lot Of Feelings About Time Travel, says the writer who has written two time travel fics. Hey pot, meet kettle.)

neighbors or roommates

(This was really hard to pick, there’s nothing in it.)

sci-fi au or magic au

(Not hugely into sci-fi.)

bodyswap or genderbend

(I’ve read some really amazing rumbelle bodyswap fics.)

angst or crack

(Preferably neither, I’ve gone for the lesser of two evils.)

apocalyptic or mundane

(Not big into apocalyptic stuff, although ask me about my nebulous ideas for a fic involving the zombie outbreak response squad...)

Tagging @ripperblackstaff and @emospritelet if you’d like to do it and haven’t been tagged already. And anyone else is free to have at it if you’d like!

[solange-lol]

⭐ abc, 123, baby you and me

ngl i dont really have much to say about abc, 123, baby you and me rather than i really just like high school aus

okay, actually this started out with me having literally no idea what to write for day 5 of solangeloweek bc im not really the biggest fan of kidfics (unless its im in hell or and i cant stop) or age regression fics. they just aint my cup of tea folks. but i was watching that episode of degrassi where they had to take care of the robotic babies and i just!!!!!!!!! its too good!!!!!!! (bc degrassi had so much potential with that ep and did me dirty okay) and i instantly wanted to do a robot babies solangelo fic and i have a tradition of going a little outside the box during sw

if theres one thing about my writing i like to think that i lean towards not much plot and just fluff bc we can always use some of that. also established relationships and high school aus are my weakness so obviously i had to write basically my dream fic

anyway the entire fic was also just essentially a crack fic like it was destined to be with that plot. i think the most effort i put into it was trying to figure out the name for the baby bc i wanted it to be ridiculous (and it was, ty to the groupchat for helping me with that) 

also it was never explicitly stated but nico worked in target

send me a star and one of my fics and ill talk about it

[attackofthezee]

WIP meme

Pretty sure I’ve done this before but I was tagged by @bangyababy (and one other person I think??? But it either got lost in my activity notifications or was a weird fever dream??) so I’m doing it again cause I wanna. Also wow I have too many wips so this is under a cut cause it got long as hell. 

The Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Grad School Bucky Cap Steve (There’s literally two lines in this document?? Idk what I’m doing with it and it might be shuffled into the fanfic mortuary file next time I sort through fics.) 

Barnes Home For Wayward Kids (Bucky keeps showing up at home with orphans and so he and Steve just end up with like a whole house of them. It’s also probably going into the fanfic mortuary cause it hasn’t been touched since uhhhh last year?) 

Werewolf Cap Merica F* Yeah (What it says on the tin! The serum is actually lycanthropy. Steve jumps out of things and gives Bucky heart attacks. It is exactly what people should expect from me tbh.) 

Found Baby AU (I WILL ONE DAY FINISH THIS ONE I SWEAR. It features Vet!Bucky who finds a baby in a dumpster and ends up in Pediatrician!Steve’s office at like 1 am and IT IS JUST A LOT OF SOFTNESS AND ONE DAY I WILL FINISH IT.) 

NEW DRAGON AU This Time Featuring More Fae (Steve is a dragon and Bucky is fae and they 110% use fae magic and accidentally blood bind themselves to each other at like 9 years old oops. Sarah and Winifred are NOT amused.) 

Party Goblin Sequel (One time, years ago, I wrote a fic called Adulthood Is Just A Myth -shameless plug!- and it didn’t do incredibly well despite my love for it at the time buuuut I’ve had a sequel planned for it since pretty much the moment I finished it. It involves Bucky losing his arm because I’m a terrible person, and like the exploration of disability and Steve being a disabled person dealing with the person he loves dealing with disability. It’s still funny, because I’m me, but it will also take forever and a day for me to ever finish it because I am Bad At writing things that are overly close to me.) 

Cap PSAs (Literally just a fic about Bucky getting a lot of joy at Steve’s expense from Steve’s really awful school PSAs) 

Practical Magic AU (Listen I have craved a Practical Magic AU for YEARS. So I started one a couple months back, but then wearing_tearing went and wrote one because they are a fic writing goddess so now I DON���T NEED TO. But it’s still sitting in my WIP folder so maybe one day I’ll actually finish it under the Two Cakes rule.) 

IW FIX IT (I had a lot of feelings after seeing Infinity War??? And I wanted to fix them??? But this is another one that’ll probably go into the fic mortuary because I have NO CLUE what I was planning to do with it.) 

MAJOR REWORK NEEDED great american roadtrip (Once upon a time, December 11th 2016 to be exact, at least according to the document details, I sat down to write an epic fanfic where two old assholes went on a road trip, saw the grand canyon, went camping, and also kept up with their therapy via phone appointments.) 

both fall of train au (you think both fall off the train aus mean they both get captured by HYDRA? THINK AGAIN. Because what is TRAGEDY? I CAN’T WRITE ANGST so this shit is just Steve and Bucky fall off the train together and both wake up in the 21st century and Have To Adjust. Idk where it’s going, idk anything beyond that basic premise but who knows, IT MIGHT BE GOOD ONE DAY?)

the sequel i'm not writing to where the heart is (the fact that I haven’t touched this since August means the title is technically correct. Basically it’s the story of how Where The Heart Is!Bucky and Steve go on vacation and end up taking down the leftover bits of HYDRA instead. Also Bucky’s instagram is featured a lot. This one actually has a lot written already so like, I wanna finish it eventually.) 

is it... a fake dating au???? (A one night stand turns into Steve fake dating Bucky for family events because I love tropes.) 

non recovery fic except it IS (Idk how to describe this one except that like it’s a recovery fic but it started based on the premise that not being okay is okay. It’s cute and sad and deals with recovery things.) 

Steve Rogers Meets His Irish History: c. 2016 (This one is literally just a document with a link to what inspired it and also will require a lot of research so who the hell knows what’ll happen with it.) 

A DIFFERENT FOUND BABY (THIS ONE GOT AWAY FROM ME GUYS. Like it started with Bucky Barnes coming home to Steve because he found A BABY AND I LOVE KIDFIC but then I veered into like How Steve Rogers Relates To Disability, His Body, His Gay Identity, And Gender All In Relation To His Past Disability so like, it’s a mess.) 

Angel Steve yo (This will one day be my magnum opus tbh. Steve’s an asshole angel who shows up to a Halloween party in booty shorts and devil horns. Bucky’s the confused millennial who wants to bone him. I don’t think I’ll ever love a premise more tbh.)  

ABO PREG STEVE WHAT (I am genuinely not shy about the fact that I like abo and mpreg and all that soft shit, so like, this is just the result of that enjoyment and features omega Steve going into the ice pregnant, waking up and having a baby because THAT PLOT HASN’T BEEN DONE A MILLION TIMES IN ABO FICS OR ANYTHING. whispering softly but with feeling: two cakes Elizabeth, TWO CAKES.) 

B99 Kinda (Steve Rogers is a cop in Brooklyn. Bucky Barnes is a firefighter who Steve’s kinda smitten with.) 

Jersey- Coda (Soft tummy edition) (someone commented on This Is Why People Don’t Go To Jersey saying they hope Steve’s tummy was soft after having a baby and my inner lizard brain went YES THIS IS GOOD, VERY GOOD. So it’s literally just a fic about Steve having a soft tummy and Bucky being very fond of it.) 

soulmate au f yeah (This is my CHILD and I will one day finish the motherfucker. It’s soulmate magical realism where soulmate’s hearts BEAT THE SAME and there is recovery and goodness and god I love the premise a lot, ngl.) 

FIRST LADY STEVE ROGERS (This is actually just the document that I have Making The Ride Count in, but it’s also got bits and pieces that will become other parts in the series.) 

Will an 80s winter soldier wear leg warmers? (Bucky breaks his programming in the 80s and he and Peggy pal around beating HYDRA and terrorizing people until Steve’s dug out of the ice again.) 

competitive assholes (the idea was given to me to have Steve and Bucky be neighbors competing over decorations and I NOW MUST WRITE IT.) 

Omega Rights Activist Steve (College abo with omega Steve and Alpha Bucky and like, lots of softness and Bucky just wanting to build Steve THE BEST NEST and Steve being like I AM A STRONG CAPABLE OMEGA but also ‘yes pls buy me seventeen pillows and twenty-five blankets and fluff them strategically for me.’) 

An Angel And A Demon Walk Into A Bar... (Angel Steve + Demon Bucky = BEST FRIENDS FOREVERRRRRR. Also lots of jokes about heaven having too much paperwork.)

holiday swap - finish by 12/21 (For the Marvel Holiday Swap. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M DOING WITH THIS ONE DEAR LORD HELP ME.) 

 It All Comes Back Around (Chapter three! It’s coming along slow as hell but it IS coming along.) 

FOR LATER (a fic in which Steve wakes up from the ice and starts making mental lists of ‘things Bucky would like’ because he’s a sad, sad human being.)

Loyalty Devotion (For Happy Steve Bingo. There’s selkies??? and Steve is some sort of unspecified magic??? and it’s a little different than my norm writing style wise?? Idk we’ll see how it turns out. I might edit the first bits copiously so that it’s more my style, or i might embrace the flow of this one WE SHALL SEE.)

Aaaand I can’t think of anyone to tag right this moment because my brain is word soup soooo if you want to do this then please go forth and do it! There are no rules here, this is the wild west of meme games, BE FREE WRITER FRIENDS BE FREE 

[ven-archived]

Dear Author Letter!

Dear Author,

Happy (upcoming) holidays, and thank you for writing for me as a part of this exchange! I hope that one or several of the things I’ve written down here sparks some ideas that we’ll both enjoy! As in my request through the AO3 exchange, I’m putting some general likes and dislikes, followed by some prompts for each of the requested ships I put down. Feel free to run with anything that calls to you - I can only hope that writing this will be as fun for you as I know that reading it will be for me!

Likes: 

- Rom-com and meet-cute tropes (fake relationships, accidental marriage, sex before feelings) - Magic and magical realism (hockey magic such as curses, superstitions, literal witches in the NHL, actual hockey gods are all FANTASTIC, though I love me a good magic AU where they don’t play hockey as well!) - Soulmate AUs/tropes of pretty much every variety (can you tell I’m a sap yet?) - Mutual pining - Banter between main characters, humor, puns - Alternate Universe fic in general (including but not limited to historical settings, fantasy/mythology, not-a-hockey-player!AUs, omegaverse) - Happy endings!  - Anything wintery/holiday/Christmas related. Dear Author, I’ll say it a billion times: the holiday season is my absolute favorite time of year, so anything you want to work into your story in terms of it being set around the holidays, holiday themes and tropes like getting snowed in, huddling for warmth, sledding, hot chocolate, gift exchanges - I love it all.  (The only thing I'm not as crazy about is bringing home someone to meet the family around the holidays in fake relationship stories.) - Smut (as long as it’s consensual and none of the below - but seriously, no pressure if that’s not the kind of thing you’re comfortable writing!)

Dislikes:

- Character death, violence/gore, body horror, self harm - Rape/Noncon/Dubcon - Mpreg - Underage - Infidelity, jealousy, break-up fic, angst without a happy ending - BDSM and D/s themes - Poly relationships/threesomes - A heavy focus on homophobia or internalized homophobia - High school AUs, Coffeeshop AUs that have no plot direction  - Rule 63/cisswaps - Established relationships - Demonizing IRL wags/spouses/former girlfriends etc.(although I’d really prefer them not present/included very little) - kidfic

My dislikes are pretty clear-cut in that I don't enjoy unresolved angst, scary/dark/horror themes, violence and gore for the sake of gore, and darker fic in general.  Just a small note on the “established relationship” dislike: a lot of the enjoyment I get out of fic is seeing my faves figure out their shit and get together (finally!) or fall in love, so established relationships at the start of the story just don’t do it for me. Also, as much as I like fluff and fun AUs, high school AU and coffeeshop AU have become too saturated to me and I'm not as interested in those tropes!

TL;DR: I'm here for all manner of fun stuff with the above pairings, and as a romantic-at-heart, Christmas-loving hockey fan, any combination of the above likes would be very enjoyable to me!

PROMPTS!

Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin

- Anything around the resolved contract signing situation finally playing out - maybe Jamie finally making a move now that it’s clear Tyler is staying in Dallas? If set around Christmas, maybe with a gift exchange involved? - Christmas/holiday fic with these two would be my kryptonite! Really, almost any fun wintery/holiday tropes are delightful, maybe some mutual pining/rom-com shenanigans that finally resolve around the holidays. - Accidentally bonded (soul-bonded or anything else magic-related) and then getting together is tried-and-true fantastic trope with these two! - Anything with the rest of the team involved in/very aware of their crushes on each other, trying to help set them up, etc. I love all the Starboys. Background Stars rarepairs also welcome! 

Tyson Barrie/Gabriel Landeskog

- These two were MADE for fun rom-com tropes, if you ask me, Tyson especially. He’s ridiculous and I love him. Any rom-com or meet-cute and lack of communication that results in pining (that finally gets resolved) is just A+ - I don’t think I’ve ever seen a soulmate AU with this pairing, and I would absolutely LOVE one. Maybe not name-on-skin, but any other variation of these two figuring out that they are soulmates would be amazing! - Colorado in winter and Tyson enjoying DQ regardless of the season seems like a really fun match up - maybe some snowed in/cuddle for warmth shenanigans too?

Erik Johnnson/Nathan MacKinnon (There are less than ten fics of these two on Ao3 so I wouldn’t be picky at ALL if this is what you end up going with! I’ll just rain my love down on you forever.)

- Mutual pining with a dash of Tyson and Gabe as exasperated best friends is. SO delightful. - Fitness instructor AU where one of them teaches a class the other ends up attending (yoga? zumba? anything that seems mildly ridiculous for someone over 6ft and built like a hockey player to be teaching and/or taking is fair game) - actually ANY of these pairings would be super fun with this AU - Anything with American EJ/Canadian Nate shenanigans - do they need to get married because Nate needs a green card? Bantering about American vs Canadian Thanksgiving? Is it a rivalry thing? Love it.

Brett Ritchie/Devin Shore (Another pairing that is criminally overlooked and has too few fics! Anything with these two would be amazing.)

- Childhood best friends ending up on the same team together - either finally reunited, or just their long-term friendship getting deeper! Also good: the physical changes that come with being adults now, watching the other going from cute kid to NHL player (insert eye emojis here) - Possessive and/or protective behavior on the ice, maybe coming to a head as a result of one of them getting injured? Brett fighting for Devin would be awesome, but the reverse would also be interesting to see! - Also anything fluffy and holiday-themed for these two!  - Fake dating in which their families get really excited they are together after so long, which makes them realize how perfect for each other they really are

That’s about all I can think of! Again, anything holiday-themed would just be absolutely delightful to me (seriously, lift from the Hallmark holiday movies if you want to - I love wintery/rom-com/holiday tropes!) and overall, I just love seeing my faves get together and find their happy ending. Feel free to mix and match any of the above, regardless of pairing, if you see something that inspires you!

If you have any questions about preferences as you write, my inbox is open to anon messages! (Or you can ask @jamiebengal14, who knows my brain very well and will absolutely keep your secrets.)

Thank you again, dear author, for signing up for this exchange and writing something for me! I hope something here is inspirational and excites you for whatever you choose to write! ♥♥

- ven

[lavender-lotion]

#1 for the 10 questions post 🙌🏼

1. Of the fics you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

This one is probably way harder than it should be. 

Oh god, I don’t even know. I love Falling For You (Was as Easy as Breathing) because it’s 15k of ridiculous fluff between Sheriff and Parrish. It was fun. Then there is also Daddies’R’Us which I love because the Sheriff has a cam show and jacks off money and I love that idea. There is With You, I Belong which I adore due to all of the Alpha Pack feels, and due to it being my Forever WIP. 

A few fics that I’ve posted in 2019 that I like include: There is Share Your Warmth With Me which is a Stennis ficlet I recently wrote, then All Over Again, a Petopher ficlet. There’s Mates and Marriage Proposals which is a Steter kidfic that I think is adorable and I Want to Be (Beneath Your Skin) which is a Steterek fic that I really like the tone of. 

Then I also really like: It Doesn’t Happen Often, It Knew Nothing But My Love for You, Uncle Peter and To Me, You Are (What I’ve Always Wanted), which are all fics that I haven’t posted yet. 

But like. IDK man. I have 327 posted fics, a bunch more written and even more that I’m writing. I don’t think it’s possible to have a favourite? 

ask me something from here!

[ao3feed-sidgeno]

Take Your Time

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2DzYMTM

by StormDancer

Sid knows what he wants, with enough power that he wished a son from the sky. Geno’s never been able to be sure.

Words: 3977, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Tumblr Oneshots

Fandoms: Hockey RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Pittsburgh Penguins Ensemble

Relationships: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin

Additional Tags: Wishbabies, Ridiculous kidfic fluff

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2DzYMTM