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Don't worry everybody I promise to be normal tonight.

One drink in: Who would like to swear fealty to my cause

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5th drabble written for @hrpfdrabbledecember! Prompt was Penalty (via the wheel).

(And yes, it's no longer December, but I'm having fun with these! Might add a teeny bit more to this and pop onto A03 later, this is almost more fic length than a drabble).

Rated: T | Seattle Kraken | Tye Kartye & Ryker Evans | Words: ~600

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“You’re lucky you didn’t get a penalty for getting in there,” Tye commented, bumping Ryker’s shoulder and pointing at the replay of the fight after Schwartz got hit into the boards.  “Looks like you’ve been watching Dunn a bit too much,” he added, sounding serious but Ryker caught the smirk on his face when he glanced over.

“Got to stick up for our team mates, right?” Ryker shot back, before taking a swig of his beer.  Tye had found a new gluten-free beer for them to try a couple weeks back, and it actually tasted good, unlike a lot of other options on the market.  It had been a bit of a mission of Tye’s to find beers they could enjoy together and he had been happy to hear that Ryker was enjoying this one, keeping his own fridge stocked with a healthy stash for when Ryker came over to hang.

“Wait, wait!” Tye’s hand shot forward to grab the remote, rewinding the clip.  “Did you make a…” and then he paused to make a fish-like pucker motion with his lips, before continuing on, “to Noes?”

Ryker blushed this time, unsure how to respond.  His phone had been blowing up all night with friends and family sending him that clip, along with the occasional asshole commentary about it being appropriate for Pride Night.  Had he been thinking about how it might look in that way, he might have second-guessed the action…

“Hey, hey, Ry, where’d you go?” Tye asked, and Ryker blinked, unsure of how Tye got from beside him on the couch to down on his knees in front of him, Tye’s hands resting gently on his knees.

“I…I’m not sure,” Ryker said slowly, because he wasn’t, wasn’t sure at all what had happened.  

“I asked about Noes and it was like you froze, are you sure you’re okay?” Tye rambled, looking concerned, shifting as though he was about to stand up.

And Ryker wasn’t sure what he was thinking but his hands shot out to grab Tye’s, his fingers gripping tightly as he tried to figure out what was going on in his brain.  He didn’t want Tye to go, but he knew he had to say something too.  “I’m not gay,” he ended up replying harshly, almost shouting and he knew that wasn’t the right thing to say as he saw the resulting flinch shudder through Tye’s body.

Tye was gay.  He had come out to Ryker during their Firebird years, and even got up the nerve to wear the rainbow tape during that night’s game.  Ryker was so, so proud of him, and he didn’t mean that the way it sounded, but now Tye was tense, and Ryker swore he saw tears in his eyes, and fuck, he had screwed that up.

“I’m not gay,” Ryker repeated quietly, looking down at his hands clenched on top of Tye’s, unsure why Tye hadn’t pulled away yet.  “I think…I think I’m asexual?” he added an even softer tone, unsure if Tye could even hear him at this point.  “And I don’t think I actually want to kiss anyone, like maybe ever?”

Ryker had expected Tye to move away at this point, maybe suggest that he should be on his way, that he wasn’t welcome here anymore after that outburst, only to be surprised once again when instead Tye’s arms encircled him.

“Thank you for telling me,” Tye whispered softly into his ear, his arms holding Ryker loosely and Ryker couldn’t stop himself from hugging Tye back, gripping the back of his sweatshirt tightly, not wanting to let go as his tears slowly dampened the front of Tye’s shirt.  “And welcome to the other team.”

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title: small talk

pairing: sidney crosby/evgeni malkin

rating: not rated

summary

Sid and Geno, in 300 words or less, for the entire month of December.

introducing small talk, my project for @hrpfdrabbledecember !! i'm going to be writing and posting sid/geno drabbles (with 300 as a hard word count limit) every day for the month. i feel like i'm very much an overwriter and this seems like a fun way to get writing every day while also challenging myself to keep it brief and simple. you can check out the fic here! you can also click the image above. thanks for liking/sharing/leaving kudos and/or comments!

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Fourth drabble written for @hrpfdrabbledecember! Prompt was Extension (via the wheel).

(And yes, it's no longer December, but I'm having fun with these! Feeling a bit angsty tonight, sorry not sorry).

Rated: T | Seattle Kraken | Joey Daccord/Philipp Grubauer | Words: 300

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“I took the offer, five years for 25 million,” Joey told him over the phone, “so we’ll be able to play together for the next few years for sure!”

Philipp could hear Joey’s excitement, could picture his wide smile beaming across his face, his whole body vibrating as he held the phone, waiting for Philipp’s response.  And Philipp wanted so badly to feel just as excited as Joey did, but he couldn’t help thinking back to his own track record.  All the bouncing back and forth between AHL teams, and not being able to make a deal with the Avs even after record-breaking plays during their playoff runs, to end up on the expansion team with injuries piling up.  

Although Philipp and Joey had both signed deals with the Kraken, nothing was ever permanent in the NHL, and that was a cold, but hard truth.  But Philipp couldn’t ruin Joey’s mood, not on something as important as this, his partner’s first multi-year contract with the NHL.

So he pushed down his own cynical thoughts, and forced himself to smile, even though Joey couldn’t see it, hoping that it would help convey more happiness in his tone as he congratulated Joey, asking the appropriate questions to get the rest of the story, making the appropriate sounds of shock and awe when required, ensuring that none of his negatively had slipped through.

And when he finally ended the call a few minutes past midnight, Joey still sounding too wound up to actually go to bed, Philipp made sure to get Joey to promise to stop by when he arrived back in Seattle, so that they could celebrate Kraken’s newest contracted goalie properly.  

Because Philipp knew all too well that they needed to use the time that they had while they had it.

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Third drabble written for @hrpfdrabbledecember! Prompt was Ritual (via the wheel).

(And yes, it's no longer December, but I'm having fun with these! Sexual content below the cut.)

Rated: E | Pittsburgh Penguins, Washington Capitals | Crosby/Ovi | Words: 300

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Everyone knew that Sid had rituals; certain habits, or obsessions some might call them, that he had to follow before a game.

He knew going into the NHL bubble in Toronto that he was most likely going to have a rough time adjusting.  No workouts in his own gym, or the calm drive to the arena with his chosen playlist on.  He wasn’t even sure if they’d be allowed to do their game of soccer before the game.

Really, the only benefit he could think of besides getting to play hockey, was at least they were stuck in Canada, where it was easier to find his preferred brand of peanut butter.

Sid never would have guessed that he was going to find an even better ritual to add to his pre-game preparation.  They had yet to find a consistent location, which continued to be a pesky annoyance and he couldn’t help but frown at the room he had been pulled into this time; it was very cramped.  He had some trouble getting to his knees, sticking his tongue out at the chirp that it was due to his ass (which it was not), before putting that tongue to much better use.

He wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to take this pre-game ritual out of the bubble though.  Ovi’s tight grip on his curls as he mumbled what Sid was sure were dirty words in Russian before coming down his throat and calling him a good boy wasn’t exactly something he thought he’d be able to ask one of his teammates to replicate.  Or want them to do it really.

If he was honest, it had a lot more to do with who was calling him a good boy and not the orgasms themselves.  

Goddammit.

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a lot of fic rec lists focus heavily on long fics but here’s a shoutout to short fics they give so much snack-size joy i hate how writing short form is sometimes looked down upon it has its own challenges and deserves so much more respect and love because a well executed short fic can ruin your life in 20 minutes

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Oooooooo that's good

Second drabble written for @hrpfdrabbledecember! Prompt was Illness (via the wheel).

Rated: G | Seattle Kraken | Philipp Grubhauer/Joey Daccord | Words: 350

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No one liked being sick, but what was worse, at least in Philipp’s mind, was when someone you cared about was sick.  

The relief that washed over him the next day, when Joey turned in his arms and commented that he was feeling better, almost matched the relief Philipp had felt when he made that last save during the Stanley cup playoffs.  That relief was further compounded when Joey agreed to come down for breakfast, the younger goalie unable to keep anything down for the past few days.  

Rummaging through a fridge that wasn’t his felt a bit strange, but Philipp was on a mission to find something nutritious, but light for Joey’s stomach.  He was confused when he spotted a container that appeared to have a loaf in it, Joey not being known for his baking skills.  Pulling it out, Philipp couldn’t help reading the post-it note affixed on top.

Thought this might help with the recovery.  Let me know if you need anything else. ~ Sidney

“Liebling?  Why is there baked goods by someone named Sidney in your fridge?” Philipp shouted up the stairs, unsure why Joey had some woman sending him baked goods.  He popped open the lid, breathing in the strong banana scent, and then everything clicked.  

Running up the stairs, the container still in his hands, he skidded to a stop in the hall, just in front of Joey.  “Is Crosby trying to poach you for the Penguins?” he blurted out.  He didn’t think that Joey would be interested, knowing how much he was enjoying playing for the Kraken, but it was Sidney Crosby, and not only that, but in his hands was Sidney’s legendary homemade banana bread.

Joey let out a chuckle, reaching out for the container in Philipp’s hands before he could drop it.  “No, no,” Joey replied, gesturing for Philipp to follow him back to the kitchen as he started to pull out a couple of plates, slicing a piece of banana bread for Philipp and then one for himself.  

“Even worse.  He’s trying to poach me for Canada.”

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Second drabble written for @hrpfdrabbledecember! Prompt was Illness (via the wheel).

Rated: G | Seattle Kraken | Philipp Grubhauer/Joey Daccord | Words: 350

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No one liked being sick, but what was worse, at least in Philipp’s mind, was when someone you cared about was sick.  

The relief that washed over him the next day, when Joey turned in his arms and commented that he was feeling better, almost matched the relief Philipp had felt when he made that last save during the Stanley cup playoffs.  That relief was further compounded when Joey agreed to come down for breakfast, the younger goalie unable to keep anything down for the past few days.  

Rummaging through a fridge that wasn’t his felt a bit strange, but Philipp was on a mission to find something nutritious, but light for Joey’s stomach.  He was confused when he spotted a container that appeared to have a loaf in it, Joey not being known for his baking skills.  Pulling it out, Philipp couldn’t help reading the post-it note affixed on top.

Thought this might help with the recovery.  Let me know if you need anything else. ~ Sidney

“Liebling?  Why is there baked goods by someone named Sidney in your fridge?” Philipp shouted up the stairs, unsure why Joey had some woman sending him baked goods.  He popped open the lid, breathing in the strong banana scent, and then everything clicked.  

Running up the stairs, the container still in his hands, he skidded to a stop in the hall, just in front of Joey.  “Is Crosby trying to poach you for the Penguins?” he blurted out.  He didn’t think that Joey would be interested, knowing how much he was enjoying playing for the Kraken, but it was Sidney Crosby, and not only that, but in his hands was Sidney’s legendary homemade banana bread.

Joey let out a chuckle, reaching out for the container in Philipp’s hands before he could drop it.  “No, no,” Joey replied, gesturing for Philipp to follow him back to the kitchen as he started to pull out a couple of plates, slicing a piece of banana bread for Philipp and then one for himself.  

“Even worse.  He’s trying to poach me for Canada.”

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What a lovely Sunday.

Sure would be a nice day to write exactly 100 words of fiction about your blorbos...

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Amazing!!! This is so sweet!

First drabble written for @hrpfdrabbledecember! Prompt was Gold (via the wheel).

Rated: G | Pittsburgh Penguins | Guess the ship!

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He couldn’t help but stare as the two bands on his left hand, further illuminated by the winter’s beaming sun.

One gold, one black.  None of them were able to leave the Penguins far behind.

He should be staring at his partners, both of them looking absolutely dashing in their suits, but he is caught up in the symbolism of his rings, how they meet but don’t overlap.  

It was just like their relationship.  It was never overwhelming, it never consumed or overtook one person or another.  It just was.  They just fit.  

And Sidney was the happiest man ever.

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December drabbles make us so happy.

We're up to 18 beautiful works, but several works are chaptered collections. Make sure you don't miss a single update!

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welcome to hrpf drabble december.

Hi. You may not know this, but my best friend and co-mod of this blog Lur has had an absolute blast writing several drabbles over the last several days.

And that made me think: what if there was a way for not only her, but you and me to write drabbles. What if I did it in December? What if you didn't have to do one every day? What if you could do as many or as few as you wanted?

Introducing: drabble december

In which you write a drabble (a fic that is exactly 100 words) or a double / triple drabble (200 / 300 words) from either a prompt inside your own head or one from our convenient prompt wheel (that is hrpf specific, but generic enough for most of them that if you want to write something else, feel free! or feel free to lift and drop to your own fandom!)

We even have an AO3 collection for them!

Runs through the month of december, or probably, the whole year if you feel like it. December is a time in your heart if you decide it to be.

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there are 12 whole works in our collection... look at our baby, growing up so fast.... 😥😥😥

You! yes you! can help us make it grow faster by posting to our collection! If you want! We'd love to have you.

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