#sidnate fic

[onlyforalwayswith]

as a human, i'm a hard, hard pill to swallow

CHAPTER ONE

Nathan Mackinnon gripped the steering wheel, and just barely resisted banging his head against it. 

            Stupid, dumb-ass. Fuck-up, fuck-up, fuck-

            He pushed the door to his truck open with a little too much force, but by the time he grabbed his bag out of the back the voices had quieted to a dull roar that he’d become an expert at ignoring.

            Sometimes. Or, actually not at all, but he wasn’t going to think about that.

            Instead, he headed toward the red and concrete building in front of him. He’d spent so much time in Cole Harbor Place that the rink had become something like a second home for him. A sanctuary, even, where he knew he could do at least one thing right, even if he was failing at the rest of his life. 

When he stepped through the doors, relief washed over him, a cool shower after a too-hot summer day. 

            “Hey kid.” A firm hand gripped his shoulder, and Nate glanced back with a smile. 

            Jim Thorton stood there in all his middle-aged hockey player glory, his gut hanging over his trousers, his hairline a thing of distant memory. Nate didn’t think he’d ever be able to look at Jim through anything but the golden-tinted glasses of a pee-wee player who’d gotten his first dose of positive affirmation, though. 

            “You’re going to do great,” Jim said, nudging Nate to keep moving. “Sid’s just a guy, a down-to-earth guy.”

            Sid.

            As if they should all be on a nick-name basis with best hockey player—the best professional athlete—in the world.

            “Can’t believe you’ve never met him,” Jim continued, happy as always to carry the full weight of their conversations. They swung toward the locker rooms and Nate tried to control his breathing, because this was so stupid.They weren’t going to see Sid in there. He was probably already out on the ice. 

            Nate should have gotten here earlier. He knew he should have gotten here earlier. 

            Fuck-up, fuck-up—

            “Now my advice to you,” Jim said, as if Nate wasn’t shitting his pants about meeting the man who’d been his idol since he could lace up skates. “Is not to act star-struck. Sid likes to feel normal, all right?”

            Nate managed to make some sound that Jim took as agreement, and they both stopped assessing the stalls. None of them were assigned. Today was just for the volunteer coaches, the kids wouldn’t get here until tomorrow. 

            Sid had wanted everyone to get comfortable with the program first, though. 

            Jim turned to find a place to dump his bags, but Nate shook himself out of his dazed stupor long enough to stop him. “Hey, thanks again for throwing my name in for this. It means…”

            Emotion clogged his throat, made his tongue clumsy. It had been a rough eighteen months, with the car crash, the injury, the idea of just slipping under the age max for draft eligibility when he had been touted as the next phenom before the accident. When Jim had asked him to coach as a volunteer at Sid’s hockey school camp, Nate had nearly wept with gratitude. Sometimes he thought the idea of this week had been the only thing holding him together. 

            “Of course, son, don’t mention it,” Jim said, his own voice gruff. He slapped Nate’s shoulder twice, nodded once and then turned away before any of their messy emotions could spill out onto the locker room floor. 

            As was custom in hockey. 

            Nate went through the motions of lacing up his skates. Sid had told them all to keep their outfits work-out casual, no pads necessary today. It might have been helpful to have the extra couple minutes to collect himself, but he also didn’t want to be late to the ice. 

            He clomped his way toward the rink, leaving most of the other volunteers behind. When he got to the doors, he looked up as he always did and found the pennant. The one that declared this the home rink of Sidney Crosby. He dreamed of seeing his own beside it. 

            And then, slowly, he dropped his gaze to find the man himself. 

[summerboyfriendsexchange]

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[marcandreyuri]

it looks great

dialogue prompt meme

omegaverse, league-forced bonding, sidnate

622 words

Nate inspects the bond bite in the bathroom mirror the next morning, not quite scabbed over, still raw and open. He scratches at the dried blood, watching it flake off and get stuck under his fingernail.

Behind him, he sees Crosby in the mirror walk up, like a lion in the grass, before he snakes an arm around Nate's waist and kisses the edges of the bite.

"It looks great," he says, sucking just a hair too close to the wound, making a sharp sting of pain thump through Nate. Sidney laughs a little when he pulls away, "Your dream come true, huh?"

Nate wonders if Crosby can feel in the bond the way embarrassment flushes through him when he says that. He wishes he had kept his stupid hero-worship crush to himself all these years and that his mom didn't immediately take Crosby up to Nate's room at his house to show him all his posters on his wall, Crosby laughing and offering to sign them for him.

Nate's room at his parents' house, he corrects himself. He lives here now, at Crosby's. Sidney's. Maybe in a few years he'll think of it as his house too.

"Yeah," he says, willing his voice to stay steady.

His own bite is scarred into Crosby's skin too, not yet healing, blood and pus crusted around it from Crosby falling asleep as soon as his knot went down. Nate had waited until his breaths were even and snuck out of bed to inspect the bite, washing it clean with a cloth.

"I think I'm gonna take a shower," Nate says, twisting out of Crosby's hold in a way that he hopes doesn't make him seems desperate to get away. "I feel gross." He has Crosby's come on him, dried and itchy and flaking, and it's--it's really weird.

He ignores the way he feels hot thinking about it, about being marked by Crosby on his neck and between his legs.

It wasn't his first time last night, thank God, but when he was with Jo last year they had been on the same playing field--inexperienced, bumbling, both terrified out of their minds of Nate accidentally getting pregnant, Jo wearing two condoms and pulling out before he came just in case. Nate always came too, unlike last night, and went home feeling pretty pleased with himself.

Nate thought, maybe, the NHL's genetic draft for omegas would match him with Jo. They seemed compatible enough. They could have played in Florida together, instead of on opposite ends of the country, Nate going to Pittsburgh with Sid and Jo going to Tampa bondless.

Nate feels a scorching, burning flame of want pulse through the bond as Crosby says, "Cool, I'll get in too. Sounds like fun."

"Awesome," Nate says.

They get naked together in the bathroom, Crosby running a finger through Nate's folds and smiling a little when he finds Nate wet.

Under the hot spray of water, Crosby backs Nate up against the tile walls, fitting a finger into Nate as Nate shivers and tries to find something to hold onto. He can feel Crosby's smug satisfaction through the bond, and he doesn't even want to imagine what Crosby can feel from him--heat and embarrassment and wanting to stay here forever and wanting to go home.

After Sidney comes with his hand around his own cock and two fingers moving quickly inside of Nate, he grabs the sponge and pours soap on it, running it over Nate's body, scrubbing firmly between his legs until Nate is clean and then coming up to his neck, gently rubbing the sponge over Nate's open bonding bite.

"It really does look great," Sid says and kisses the edges of it again.

[crosbyism]

I wrote a fic for the @summerboyfriendsexchange! It’s about golfing, the great Ireland roadtrip of 2023, and about being really fucking married.

read the fic on ao3 here

[dadvans]

WIP Files Game

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

WIPS:

Cumming of Age

starz 4ever

fourteen

You Come Around

SidNateAndy

mojo so dope

nice boys fuck

the happiest days of our lives

flash heat

knotting hill

the green leaves of summer

omegan sensibilities

Lobster

chivarie/connubial festivities

thistle dick

I encourage anyone else who would like to do this to jump on it!

[youwillfindilluminating]

the sid/nate tag in AO3 is in desperate need of new fics, and I would write them if I could, but I truly don't think I could get their characterizations right. they're too much of a mystery to me. 😩

[squidsquadlove]

((yoooooo mildest of warnings for Nate making a reference to another player having a Daddy kink for Sid))

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okay but hear me out: sid incredibly uncomfortable with all the hero worship at All-Star Weekend until Nate just laughs at him.

"What? I just want, I just want them to see me as a person, you know? Someone they can go have a beer with--"

"Dude," Nate says, very patiently, "they all just want to fuck you."

Sid stares at him.

"Well, no," Nate admits, "some of them want you to fuck them. Marns, one hundred percent, Marns wants to ride your dick and call you Daddy."

"Oh God," Sid chokes out, his eyes disappearing into the smile lines he's developed as he hides his face and tries not to flatline from embarrassment. "That, that would-- I mean-- really?"

Nate bumps Sid's shoulder with his. "I mean, we're not in Vegas this year--"

"We didn't go to the Vegas one," Sid points out.

"--but I'm okay with it if you are."

"Huh?" Sid blinks at Nate. "Okay with what?"

"You know, what happens at All-Star Weekend stays at All-Star Weekend..." Nate gives Sid a look that reminds Sid, very much, of the look he gave Sid just before he jumped Sid the first time: trying to be subtle or sly but just coming off like a horny kid who wants something. A kid who doesn't have game, just the balls to ask for what he wants. "I'm saying, if you want to fuck around here and give the boys what they want, I'm cool with it." He grins. "Bet they'll calm down once they get in your pants."

[summerboyfriendsexchange]

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[marcandreyuri]

pairing: Sidney Crosby/Nathan MacKinnon

rating: explicit

additional tags: Alternate Universe - BDSM, Submissive Nathan MacKinnon, Dominant Sidney Crosby, Blow Jobs, Established Relationship, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Summer, NHL Off-Season, Subspace, Semi-Public Sex, Slice of Life

word count: 2,450

summary: In the dog days of summer, Sid and Nate spend the afternoon on the boat.

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[stuckinnet]

#generous of the author to assume that hockey men can Read

but also. which hockey men do we think would read fic of themselves?

hockey fandom be like:

(page from light up the lamp by kit oliver, an m/m hockey romance)

[crosmack]

this sat in my google docs for a good three months and i finally decided to say fuck it. no more overthinking. i will do this for fun, for myself, and for any other cool cats out there who dig sidnate— aka the dumbest hockey bromance to ever grace the planet. check it out here

[hunterrrs]

taylor drop your ao3 handle. i need to read your sidnate mpreg fic

[dadvans]

bestie thank you for writing such lush emotions and sid fucking nate so hard he sees shrimp colors. u get me.

you think it was sakic who wanted drouin, no, this is nate forcing sid to finally put a ring on it by making him jealous with the ex-boyfriend (clearly)

okay, there are two options here:

jo is completely in the dark that nate keeps sending sid texts like "drove jo to work today! just like old times :)" because sid knows that nate and jo used to fool around in the backseat in the old times, and when they play pittsburgh, jo is like "why did sidney crosby just try to slew foot me and sit on me five seconds into this game"

jo is 100% on board with nate's plan to get that ring on his finger, plays up their interactions all the time and is always around for a smarmy "hi sid" background greeting when nate says "sorry, not now, jo's over" before hanging up on him, and so when they play pittsburgh for the first time that season, jo's riling up sid from the get, and when sid lets out a "fuck you," jo spits on the ice says "sorry but your boyfriend already wore me out last night" and grins when the gloves go flying off

[annieqattheperipheral]

Just screen recorded the most interesting natemac answers from the cwench live thing. Some really sweet personal thoughts on his early nhl years, kids in hockey, maritime stereotypes, his love for reading self-help books, etc. one of the content creators/ hockey influencers had GREAT questions. That motivation dude tho, good lord i need to punch him i need a break from him. Will upload later. I'm sure we're already riled up enough from natemac proposed this summer news. Good for you dude.

Now .was it planned on bended knee or turned to cw between squats on the back patio while she lounged with a "hey babe, idea, what do you think" bc marriage is a big decision to make together or was cw like hmm you're turning 29 if we're doing kids at 30 let's get this train on the tracks boy and he was like logical i love how your brain works

YIKES this is the most gossip blog/imagine fic i get. I swear to never do it again. natecale natejo sidnate hrpf pls!!!

[crosbyism]

i’ve never really engaged with sidnate because i’ve been a sidgeno truther since like before nate got drafted but god the more i learn the more im like jesus christ what is going ON with them. but at the same time im so emotionally invested in sidgeno so maybe i just start conceptualizing it as sibney and his two boyfriends who are furiously jealous of each other

nate 🤝 sid 🤝 geno

sid has two hands

honestly tho i support it, you do you boo!!

i get coming here from the sidgeno camp, esp. those of us who’ve been around for a longer time (a decade for me, too). i got into hrpf and the pens through sidgeno, since there was just SUCH a community around it and so many fanworks. canonically it’s just been a long time since we’ve gotten any sort of new ship crumbs (i think since the covid season, the 1000 game/point stuff, which has been, what? four years?).

nowadays i’ve drifted into being more invested in them with other people, mostly bc it’s just more compelling to me. geno with anna (or tanger), bc what is going ON in that marriage, deeply compelling tbh— and obvs sidnate, because they truly match each other’s freak. i’ve known since this year’s asg that i’m just never gonna get over them. unparalleled freak4freak behaviour.

to me, geno and sid are like: they fooled around as kids, grew up together. had maybe a messy situationship breakup that ultimately ended in a rock-solid friendship. idk that i have it in me to write sidgeno any more, but if i did it’d probably about their messy breakup right before sid got concussed and the affirmation of their friendship and position in each other’s lives during the ‘12 captaincy debacle. in a way where they reforged the messy adolescent affection they had into a different kind of more platonic love.

nate is just like. really sid’s guy. and i’ve always said, like— forget the obvious fact that nate’s been on the “I ♥️ SID” train since day one (even tho that’s a LOT in the best way), what’s always gotten me is how receptive and affectionate sid is with nate. he used to be SO private, like i remember the amount of CRUMBS pens fans grabbed onto to construct some sort of a characterisation for fics, and since nate’s in his life, he’s just. blossomed, bloomed, flowered. it’s kind of incredible. sid wearing nate’s number at the asg is just the epitome of why i’m obsessed with them. also, being into sidnate is fun as hell tbh. they’re SO ridiculous about each other

anyway, ‘scuse my rambling, dear anon. tldr: we support multishipping here! anything can be true if you want it to be! do what ur heart desires and live ur life. frankly we can also always use more genonate boyfriendsharing and/or jealous hatefucking. i support u and your dreams

[rimouskis]

hey do any of you know any werewolf sidnate fics