#sidgeno fic

[cheddaryouthanme]

Hockey RPF writers being known across fandoms as literary masters

When I first started reading MattDrai fics on AO3 I remember thinking “wait what the HELL is going on why is this the most consistently well-written fanfiction I’ve read in any fandom? Is this a thing? Do people know??” And apparently it is and they do.

[simmyfrobby]

Battle Cries – The Amazing Devil

(x, x, x, x)

for @rimouskis based on this fic 💙

[malk1ns]

A prompt if this sings to you... established relationship mid-30s sidgeno taking in a rookie to live with them? Maybe a Russian? Maybe not! Maybe it's ABO and the baby alpha is overwhelmed by milfy Sid/baby omega is overwhelmed by dilfy Geno? Maybe not! IDK I just want to see an awkward 18 year old being completely rabbit in the headlights witnessing these two icons and heroes being dorky and frisky and middle-aged at home.

Ooooh I love this!

This isn't my best work, but I haven't written in ages and I'm rusty, so—you get what you get, haha. But this is such a fun concept and I had a lot of fun thinking about it!!! That's part of why it's so disjointed I think, I had so many ideas about how this could look and what it could involve and I wanted to cram everything in. Maybe I'll revisit this when I can actually properly use the English language again and clean it up!

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Mack doesn't get a choice about where he lives his rookie year.

Not a lot of guys do, really—if they're bouncing between the A and the big club, they get real familiar with a few specific hotels, and if they make the show right away the team usually encourages them to look for something in a particular neighborhood—but Mack, after the excitement of the draft was over and the contract negotiations began in earnest, didn't even get that much leeway.

He's a first overall pick. He's an omega. He was drafted by the Pittsburgh Penguins. Of course he'll be living with Sidney Crosby and his mate.

Crosby—call me Sid he'd said, backstage after Mack stumbled his way onstage and held up his jersey and smiled so hard his face hurt—sends him and his parents an email in late summer, offering up a suite in his house in one of Pittsburgh's suburbs. He'll have a bedroom, a bathroom, and a living area to himself, along with a small fridge, and Sid says he'll help Mack get a car, too, if he doesn't already have one.

Mack's agent is copied on the email, along with four names from the Penguins organization that Mack doesn't recognize. It's not really an offer, after all.

Mack's parents are overjoyed. They're both betas, and when Mack presented his mom had practically lost her mind trying to figure out how to parent him appropriately, and they'd both been desperately worried about him living on his own. As if that had been an option; every interview at the combine included some discussion about where he'd stay, and it seemed like every team had a plan, no input from Mack required.

His dad's more focused on what he'll get out of living with Hall of Famers. "Watch how they spend their time off," he says to Mack as they're standing at Pittsburgh International. They'd all driven down in Mack's new car together, and spent the last two days getting him settled in and seeing the sights, and now his parents are flying back to Vancouver. "You're never going to have a better example than Malkin and Crosby. Pay attention to them, and you'll be fine."

Mack's not sure that this is quite what his parents had in mind.

Sid's amazing, of course. He knows what it's like to be an omega in the league—for all there are more now than when Sid was drafted, they're still an extreme minority, and going first overall, over all the alphas eligible, has only happened twice. Well, three times now. He walks Mack through the accommodations at the rink, connects him with the dynamics counselors and heat coordinators, and he spends a lot of time just listening to Mack, sharing his own experiences and talking him through his panic and nerves. Mack's lucky, and all the guys from BU are jealous as hell, constantly blowing up the GC with questions that Mack's not gonna answer in a million years.

Geno, though?

Mack's been around alphas his whole life. Sports at a higher level are riddled with them, obviously, and omegas aren't cloistered away anymore—he's not required to cross the street if he approaches an alpha, and North America has been totally integrated for decades.

There's getting in board battles with alphas his own age, though, or interacting with random people out in the world, and living with an alpha in his 30s, in the space he's marked as his.

Geno's not nervous around him. Which, obviously, why would he be, but Mack's used to the guys his age being a little on edge, a little anxious, a little fumbling in the presence of Mack's pheromones. Geno's a whole-ass adult, though, and he's been mated to Sid for as long as Mack can remember, so of course he wouldn't give a shit about some 18-year-old kid.

The whole house smells like Geno, a mix of coconut and snow and citrus. It's comforting; Mack's never slept so well in his life, and it just feels safe, knowing that there's an alpha around all the time. Sid's left his mark too, of course, but there's no escaping that an alpha lives in this house, an alpha who's strong, and confident, and sure of himself.

It takes Mack two whole weeks before he can talk to Geno without turning bright red and stuttering. He'd feel more embarrassed by his behavior, the way he reacts to Geno's scent, if he thought Geno noticed for one single second.

Because the thing is, what Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin seem to spend most of their off-hours doing is...each other.

Mack's never walked in on them—they're too thoughtful, and he's seen the way Geno stares down other alphas who look a little too closely at Sid, he's not interested in anyone seeing Sid that way—but he can smell them, all over the house. Geno's got a hand on Sid constantly; at his waist as they move around each other in the kitchen, on his legs when they sit on the couch, cupping the bond-bite on Sid's neck when they think they're alone. He smells like he wants Sid all the time.

And Sid absolutely reciprocates.

Mack can't blame him. If he had an alpha like that— He doesn't let himself go too far down that path, because he has to live with them, and he's too young anyway, he wants to focus on his career for a while, but there's something about how happy Sid looks, the way he teases Geno until they're both pink and smiling, the way he gets this look in his eye when he watches Geno putter around in the kitchen, that makes something in Mack's gut twinge with longing. He wants this, someday—a mate, a home, someone who makes him that happy.

He just wishes they'd do a bit more to hide when they're going off to fuck, though. Mack's cycle is still irregular, and being this close to a mated pair who are having sex practically every night—Mack is shocked they can still do it that much at their age—is gonna push him into early heat one of these days, and then he'll have to ask for a ride to the facilities, and Geno will know, Geno will smell it on him, and they'll both be so nice and understanding and go out of their way to assure him it's normal and make sure he has what he needs, and it will just be the worst, most mortifying thing that's ever happened to him.

Anyway, yeah. Mack's pretty sure his dad had something else in mind, when he was talking about what Mack could pick up from living with Crosby and Malkin.

It's going to be a long year.

[coffee-at-annies]

tumblr user jj8bang from this post x x

[angry-geno-is-score]

Different anon, but just to add on, what if Geno knows that Mario knows, but wants Sid to feel ready in his own time. Geno and Mario share one too many knowing looks while Sid bumbles around oblivious.

Sid, sitting in Geno's lap and pulling away from making out with him to give him a dopey grin: I can't believe we've kept this a secret so long. usually we're not good at that but Mario and Nat have no idea!!

Geno, nervously making eye contact with Mario, who's peeking into the FAMILY LIVING ROOM to see if his rookies are done making out yet so he can finally sit down and watch that Sharks game: Yes. We so good at keep secret.

[sidgeno-ficrecs]

this delicate place by @ljummen

sidgeno (2019, explicit, 32.8k) **content notes: mental illness, anxiety attacks, depression, trauma and its aftermath

“Are you?” Taylor asks unexpectedly. “Am I what?” Looking up from the stove, Sid finds her watching him with an odd look on her face. “Happy.” It should be an easy question to answer. Sid has escaped back to Canada after a career ending injury. It doesn’t dawn on him exactly how much early retirement has affected him, until Taylor introduces him to a YouTube channel where a firefighter talks about his own struggles with his mental health.

Hey Geno,

I just watched this video and realized that I’ve had several panic attacks over the course of a few months. I had one a few hours ago. I haven’t experienced anything traumatic, but anxiety (I assume, based on your description in this video) has been sneaking up on me. A week ago, I bought two plants, like you suggested in another video. Today’s panic attack was triggered by me noticing that they were dead (the plants, I mean).

I feel stupid for reacting to something so trivial. I haven’t watched that many of your videos, but from what I understood, you actually experienced something bad. So why am I broken for no reason?

this is a hard time of year.

it's dark, it's cold (if you're in the northern hemisphere), and for me at least, it always seems like the post-holiday winter stretch is when bad things happen. it's easy to get lost in your own head and spend hours dwelling on what's gone wrong, or what might go wrong, and get stuck in a negative feedback loop that can be so, so hard to break out of.

i've mentioned before that i don't love fics that diagnose sid (or geno, but it's usually sid) with certain neurodivergencies because in my experience it leads to people talking about him like he actually has x or y and it makes me uncomfortable, but i re-read this fic last night because i've been feeling down recently and i think it deserves a moment in the spotlight.

this story is a very raw, honest look at what it can be like to deal with depression and anxiety, from the perspective of someone who never has before and doesn't know what's going on and needs an extra push to see what's happening and get help.

depression is a lonely, isolating experience, and that's part of what makes it so dangerous. it's so easy to not notice that you're withdrawing and losing yourself until it's almost too much to climb out of, and on top of all that you've lost all motivation to take steps to get better. it's a vicious, evil little trick the brain can play on you, and @ljummen walks us through sidney's experience with it with care, honesty, and compassion.

this fic made me feel seen. it can be hard to read—sid has panic attacks and we as readers experience them right along with him, along with the other symptoms of depression—but if you're in a space where reading about it won't make you feel worse or trigger anything, i really recommend it. we see sid struggle, we see him be in denial of what he's dealing with—what does he have to be depressed over, after all? what trauma does he have to deal with?—and, crucially, we see him turn a corner and start to get better.

i think that's the magic of this story. sid manages to step outside of the black pit he's stuck in long enough to take steps to get help, and he meets someone who knows him and understands what he's going through, and they fall in love despite the obstacles in their way. it's a story about someone whose life isn't going the way they thought it would, but who manages to see that's not necessarily the end of the world, and for me at least reading this story gave me comfort and hope.

yes, it can be dark at times. life can be hard, so hard that it seems easier to just go back to bed and try and wait it out. but you also might meet someone who sees you, and knows you, and is there for you, and who you can see and know and support in return. there's light out there, if you can peek outside the curtain to look for it.

i hope you're all taking care of yourselves. be gentle with your own mind if you've been having a difficult time. reach out to the people who love you—they want to be there for you, even if you're hearing that little voice that says you're just a burden.

and if you're up to it, read this story, which will hopefully provide you a little comfort and escape and hope, like it does for me when i'm having bad days.

read it here on ao3!

and don't forget to leave a comment!

[sidgenospookyfest]

Sid/Geno Spooky Fest is BACK for Year Six!

SIGN-UP HERE through September 7th

Do you like vampires, magic, aliens, horror, or imagining Sid + Geno getting wild in their Halloween costumes? If so, this exchange is for you!

This exchange is open to both writers and artists and run like the annual S/G Exchange in regards to signups and matching. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask here or via email (spooky.sidgeno.mod@gmail.com)

TIMELINE

Sign-ups OPEN NOW Sign-ups Close - September 7th (11:59PM EST) Assignments Sent By - September 14th Works Due - October 24th (9PM EST) Works Revealed - October 31st (morning EST) Creators Revealed - November 7th

More info: Rules   FAQ  

- Spooky Mod

[al-the-remix]

art by phil hale

My fic for this year's @sidgenospookyfest! I had a lot of fun with this although it hurt my heart...

The Anatomy of a Car Crash

22.5 k • Rated: E • Tagged: comes back wrong, car accidents, angst and hurt / comfort, blood and violence, haunting • NHL Season 2022 - 2023

Sid had always lived with the feeling that something bad was going to happen. It followed him like a physical presence, just a few steps behind and layered in shadow. He’d believed that if he only worked harder, moved faster, did everything just the right way in the right order, then he could stay just in front of it until he’d achieved everything he’d wanted to with his life.

Maybe he’d been wrong.

Read on Ao3

[simmyfrobby]

― “There are Mornings", Lisel Mueller

hockey poetry post fic rec 67/?

upon our reality

by @sequestering

"You're not see Sid?" Zhenya prompts when it's become apparent that Kris isn't going to elaborate on his own.

Kris is slow to reply again.

Zhenya flexes his fingers over the corner of the counter, watching the play of shadows over the surface.

"Not since the season ended."

(zhenya doesn't trust sid. that's the awful truth of it.)

[malk1ns]

i've had some big feelings about sid tying gretzky's point-per-game seasons record, so i made geno have some too. and also have sex with sid about it, which is an option that is closed off to most of us. i hope you like it!

[croszukis]

knocking on forbidden doors

posted for @finish-it-fest-hrpf

this is actually the first sidgeno work I've written and have been working on it steadily since january. it was a goal of mine to write a fic of at least 10k since I'd only written short fic before, and I'm happy to have surpassed that as well as hitting my gywo 75k word goal for the year this month!

(Blue Lagoon II by Sarah Harvey / Tender As a Tomb by Tennis / Yacht port in Antibes Painting by Richard Mierniczak / Don’t Eat Before Reading This by Anthony Bourdain)

[sequestering]

nothing to be afraid of (sidgeno | 5k | outside pov | friendship | kris & sid & geno)

Kris waits until Sid's safely out of earshot. Then he puts on an excited, high-pitched voice. "Geno, Geno," he repeats under his breath. It breaks Max and Duper, who cackle like a pair of hyenas. "You're mean," Flower complains, like he's not stifling a snicker of his own. (assorted halloweens with the pittsburgh penguins)

i'm so excited to reveal the spookyfest fic i wrote for @thebluejayawe for the @sidgenospookyfest exchange. a huge thank you to the mods who ran yet another great event and to all the writers featured in this year's fantastic collection. go check the fics out if you haven't yet (and especially check out this really beautiful fic which i was incredibly lucky to receive as a gift!).

[rattkachuk]

any hockeyrpf fics you willing to share? i could use a good cry

ohhhh for sure!! here are some in recent memory that really tugged at some deep emotions for me...

cut by daisysusan - mattdrai, so tenderly painful

home by now by daisysusan - mattdrai, just finished reading this the other day and!!! oof 100k beautiful dive into matthew's head, many feelings to experience here

the land between our bodies by yourblues - mattdrai, this one just fills me with a lot of emotions tbh

heavy lies the crown by Idday - mceichel, the way this one is written, the imagery...made me want to lie on the floor for hours.

rip the night wide open by Idday - mceichel, literally have thought ab this one every day since i've read it.

sing each song twice over by uraneia - sidgeno, ahh the pining...one scene in particular made me cry a lottt 

[sidgeno-ficrecs]

game plan by @thehoyden

sidgeno (2013, explicit, 10.3k)

Unlike Nealsy, Evgeni can cook his own food when he has it. He’s perfectly capable of making breakfast. His kitchen is well-equipped, and he’s got some good basic cooking skills down. In short, he is not going to starve to death if left to his own devices. None of this seems to matter to Sid.

Sid opens the door off the garage with a spatula in one hand. He’s already wearing what Evgeni recognizes as Sid’s lying-around-the-house clothes, a t-shirt that’s thin and well-worn and a pair of plaid pajama pants with a hole in one hem. His hair is fluffy and a little wild in its ungelled state, making it look soft and sort of pettable.

Evgeni is halfway to — tangling his fingers in Sid’s hair? — before he drops his hand and then awkwardly covers it with hug, which starts off kind of weird because they’re not on the ice, and Sid is still holding a spatula and they’re both stupid with half a night of terrible sleep. But then Sid relaxes into it, and goes butter-soft pliant in Evgeni’s arms, and, well, if you can’t hug your captain and friend when he’s making you breakfast after a long road trip, when can you?

i love the idea of a comfort fic. i think we all have them, right? the fic or fics that we know we'll enjoy no matter what mood we're in, no matter what tropes or whatever we might be craving. the fic that can help you relax after a bad day enough to calm down. it's the perfect length—not so long that you lose an entire day (or more!) to it, but not so short that you finish the story before you had a chance to really get settled in.

this one is mine.

there's a certain charm to fics from 2013. the characterizations are by and large vastly different from current trends, and while not all of them are to my taste all the time, it's like entering a time machine and getting a glimpse back into a world where sid and geno had only won one cup, and the OG crew was still intact, and everyone was so young and had so much potential ahead of them still. the concussion years were also fresh, in a way that i think it might be hard for newer fans to understand and honestly for older fans to really remember, and that really comes through in a lot of stories.

and of course, no matter the plot, the trope, or the characterization choice, a brilliant author is a brilliant author, and i think we all know that @thehoyden is a brilliant author.

this fic is simply delightful. geno's clear fondness for sid shines through, and sid's returned feelings for geno take a bit longer to surface, but we as the audience realize them at the same pace that geno does, and it's really just lovely and comforting to immerse yourself in. sid's gentle pushiness about geno coming over to eat, the care with which he prepares their meals, and their physical comfort with each other—yum yum.

speaking of. this fic is gonna make you hungry. this fic is gonna make you want brunch. it will be something you think about until you're able to spend too much money on eggs benedict. i'm not sorry because this morsel is absolutely worth it.

read it here on ao3!

and please don't forget to leave a comment, on this and any fic you read to completion—comments make authors write more, and i personally love leaving them because i know i made someone's day! comments and kudos keep fandom alive :)