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2017-05-21 08:53 pm
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Poly Exchange Letter

Hi author! I'm super excited to do poly exchange this year and wanted to make things easier when you get my assignment. :D

Dylan Larkin/Zach Werenski/Henrik Zetterberg
HELLO MY TRASH SHIP OF MY HEART. I am super obsessed with these Michigan boys ending up with their long term crush Big Z. This is the ship that has turned most of my general dislikes into "YES PLEASE" which means, please daddy kink and please consensual infidelity. My prompt for these three is that Dylan and Zach are dating when Dylan gets to be Henrik's rookie. They promptly seduce him and shenanigans happen. I am also open to it starting with Dylan and Henrik getting together and they seduce Zach. Honestly, I'm open to mostly everything for this except what is listed in my general dislikes.

Carl Hagelin/Amanda Kessel/Phil Kessel
Whoa I am suddenly into this ship. I would like this to be a triad situation but if incest is not your thing, a poly V is ok with me. My prompt is that Carl encourages Phil to invite Amanda over and finds himself in hot water when both siblings are vying for his attention. This could be set up as a love triangle, a two people seducing situation, a regency AU with the discovery of incest and joining in rather than running away sorta like Crimson Peak.

Mitch Marner/Connor McDavid/Dylan Strome
Oh man. These three. Pretty much one of romantic/queerplatonic feels. I would like a soulmate AU with all of them working it out especially since Mitch and Dylan HATED each other in the beginning. It's about growing up, going into the four directions of the wind, and finding that distance doesn't change true fucking love.

So about these prompts, feel free to mix and match. Soulmate AU and regency AU for all of them? Totally and completely ok! Just flithy porn with little plot? Totally fine.

Likes:
A/B/O, kid fic, mpreg, kink porn, d/s, someone was always a hockey player and the other(s) aren't AU, college AU, we all are living together because we are broke and whoops we fell in love AU, breaking up and making up, angst with happy endings

Dislikes:
open endings, super confusing nonlinear timeline, sad endings, permanent break ups, rape, lady bashing. SO MUCH LADY BASHING IS A NO. Unexplained side character homophobia. If it is sad and confusing, I would suggest NO.

I hope you have fun!!
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2016-11-10 11:05 pm

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AHHHH I KEEP FORGETTING ABOUT THIS, I NEED TO DO MORE. HI EVERYONE, I AM ALIVE AND OK
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2016-02-17 08:41 pm
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Hockey Exchange Letter

Hi writer!

General about me: I love a happy ending. I can deal with angst and pain as long as there is a happy conclusion to it. Maybe its's the pairing being together or the original part splitting up and going with new people and being happier that way. Basically happy ending! I also have been called a domestic kinkster. Kinky sex and then domestic life at once in fic. 

Hockey tropes I like: enemies to friends to lovers, friends to lovers, domestic, fake marriage, mutual pining, kid fic, found family, hurt and comfort, all the aus, gimme your secret royalty aus, a gallon of angst with a happy ending, after a break up there is friendship

Hockey troupes I hate: WAG bashing, unhappy endings, slur usage outside of consenting sex scenes, unnecessary sexual assault. 

Kinks: fecund (breeding, pregnant sex, lactation), size queen, being fucked and loving it, riding, sex toys, mild d/s undertones, hickeys everywhere, dirty talk, creative sex positions, barebacking, anal sex, unprotected sex, condom use, safe sex, vaginal sex, blow jobs, eating out, overstimulation, sex tears, fully negotiated kinks (before or after the act), working at being better at sex

DO NOT WANT: shady ass consent, rape fantasies, over-feminization (like outside of a sex fantasy)

About the Pairings: So you may have noticed I have a lot of Crosby feelings. Welcome to my life. As a general overview of each one, domestic falling in love fluff is awesome. Kinky domestic life is even more awesome!
  • Sid/Geno: the bread and butter, I really will be very happy with anything here.
  • Sid/Amanda: the oh my god this goober is my mom's most hated player and I hate him too out of solidarity but I guess I can be ok with him because he's playing with Phil kind of pairing. If we can have romantic wooing, it is a good day. Reluctant feelings for Amanda and Sid has been heart eyes since day one.
  • Taylor/Geno: It's dating your bff's little sister with a twist! Taylor has been having a school girl crush on Geno since forever but now she's grown and Geno is interested and they manage to pair each other nicely in an awesome way. Geno has to get to the in love point slower than Taylor. He's still getting used to the fact that she is a grown woman but he also has to accept the fact that she's aware of what she wants despite being 19 years old.
  • Sid/Amanda/Hilary: is a one time thing? Is it inviting Sid to their beds? You decide!!!!
  • Nate/Taylor/Jo: Nate and Taylor or Nate and Jo are dating and invite third partner to be a triad. Have extra sad Jo feels that can be fixed with blanket forts and tender spitroasting.
Other Pairings:
  • Mario/Jagr: do not bash Nathalie, please acknowledge that they've been fighting over over a decade and repairing that relationship is going to be hard.
  • Nicky/Ovi: Ovi is a smart asshole. He isn't the manic pixie hockey player of your dreams. Seriously, you can have the Russian Knitting Circle but just don't make Ovi into that one guy. Last I heard he was trying to defend a Russian doctorate. Take the fact that he has a PhD and RUN WITH IT, SERIOUSLY DO ALL THE SECRET GENIUS TROPES BUT FOR REAL.
  • Jamie/Tyler: dumb bros in love are things I love
  • Jack/Connor: keep these two assholes snarky. Well Jack snarks, Connor is quietly snarking back, and somehow they fall in love.
  • Dylan/Mitch: enemies to friends to lovers. 
If anyone wants to know things that I love to read to get a good idea of what I like, Thou and You is downloaded onto my tablet for a reason. And Never Been Kissed holds a special place in my heart. Royalty AUs and secret identities also do my heart wonders. Plus KIDS. PLEASE REMEMBER THE CHILDREN!

I hope you have a great time writing! Also, while I did not bookmark any hockey fics, my bookmarks tend to give more ideas on what I like if for some reason I have not been clear enough. HAVE FUN!

EDIT: If you write me secret marriage, you will win all my love and affection. 
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2016-02-03 10:06 am

Transformation

I am pleased to announce that I now am able to transform "That Sucker Finally Fell from Grace" into original fic! YAY! I thought it would be impossible considering the fact that's basically a second life with a twist AU but after another accusation against Kane surfaced, I was like, nope, not writing it as it is. (Discussion about how fucking mad I am about how this asshole ruined several things for me shall be on another post)

So I'm proud and excited to introduce Alex Taggart and Benji Huang! Alex is the certified mess who is (un)lucky enough to have the chance to relive his life. Ultimately a redemption tale, Alex struggles with the decisions that he made in his old life and the people he left behind, including his godson and Benji's son Nate Huang, while trying to move forward.

Alex isn't the only one who made a journey.

Max Khramov, considered Hockey Jesus and the face of the league, has also experienced a second chance at life. Grumpier than ever before, he too struggles with the fact that his old life still effects this new life. He also has to deal with his past life-ex and now life-teammate Ziggy Nystrom who managed to live a happy life without him. 

Max's story is going to get it's own separate "novel" and act as a companion to "That Sucker Finally Fell from Grace". Alex and Max have a lot of growing to do so it would make sense to do things like that. Besides, in each story readers will get a limited POV so I want to expand on how some things happened. 

I AM SUPER PUMPED TO GET THIS STARTED AND I HOPE YOU GUYS ARE TOO!
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2015-10-25 11:01 pm
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Dear Festivus Author

Hi, thanks for picking me out. I'm pretty easy to please as long as it's domestic fluff, cuddles, babies, and if there's angst, make sure it is rectified by any of three I mentioned before. I love my ficlets/fics to be shippy but do not fret, I am okay with not super shippy. I'm just going to list out a quick description and hope you have fun!!!

Lyudmila - She's so new, she doesn't have her own tag. I would like Russian homesickness please. AND RIVS BONDING.

Geno - Oh my love, I want him to be at Sid's house, being forced into a North American Christmas with the Crosby's and trying to deal with his feelings as a result. How to get points with me on this one: he's pining for Sid or he's pining for babies or the Cup with Sid. DOUBLE AWESOME POINTS: Sid/Geno future fic with ALL THE THINGS! TRIPLE AWESOME POINTS: Geno/Taylor future fic. 

Jagr- Jarda is the energizer bunny and keeps going and going. TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HIS AGE IN COMPARISON TO THE BABY PANTHERS. As much as Jarda is angst as hell at times, let's keep it light people. He's happy with hockey being his one true wife and it gave him so many families. Bonus points that he gets Christmas cards/gifts/love from a lot/all of his old teammates. I MEAN ALL OF THEM.

Claude - this asshole has wormed into my heart. You can give him Christmas hell over pining over Danny B and not being invited to the family Christmas. He aggressively makes cookies and fruit cake and snark texts Sid to deal with the pain. ENDING HAPPILY IS A MUST.

Good luck and happy Festivus!!!!


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2015-10-01 06:38 pm

Last Night

They break up in the easiest way possible. It’s mutual. They’ve been growing apart, sleeping with their backs to each other, not making the time to do more than kiss, feeling sparks of excitement when they’re on the ice rather than off. Zhenya packs his things in two boxes and moves back into his house. Just like that they’re Sid and Geno, the two-headed monster. It’s so drama-free and nobody who knew about them is surprised by the breakup.

Sid should be grateful about how simple it is.

Little things begin to bother him.

When he’s doing laundry, he keeps his eye out for the Terrible Towel so he doesn’t accidentally wash it again. But Geno brought it back with him. Sid doesn’t need to look for that garish yellow to sort it out anymore.

When he goes to the grocery store after a long road trip, Sid picks up carrots and beets for borscht. Geno was a beast on ice all trip and that deserves something special. Sid goes through the list of ingredients and what wine to use with the meal when he remembers that Geno doesn’t need him to cook borscht. It makes Sid’s heart seize a bit in the produce aisle. He reminds himself that now he won’t have purple hands which is a great thing and puts the beets back a tad more forcefully than usual.

The unease grows and grows as the weeks pass. Sid notices the following more and more. Cups that were used to tea and coffee, gone. The DVR getting filled with unwatched Parks and Recs episodes. Reese’s were no longer showing up in random places. An overflow of jams and jellies that he can’t help but buy even though he doesn’t use enough to justify five different flavors. Each non-hockey morning at home, he expects the stairs to crack and creak with heavy footfalls of the unwilling man only coaxed out of bed by the smell of bacon and eggs.

Each time Sid is faced with the fact that these things aren’t necessary to his life anymore, his shoulders sag a little more. The dull ache in his heart soon become constant. He tries to focus on hockey.

The Pens are kicking ass. He should be happy about it and for a little while, it does. Sid can do the handshake with Geno without any thought of the missing things in the house. They go and play beautiful hockey, like it was and always will be.

Eventually, things begin to seep into that aspect.

One night, Geno scores a hat trick and everyone is screaming, CONSOL in a roar. As they’re doing a celly, hugging tight as Geno yells in his ear, Sid thinks about how he’s going to sink to his knees later, take Geno’s cock deep and wet because holy shit-

“We are taking you ouutttttttttt! Getting you pussy for that fucking amazing hattie!” Beau shouts, skating and jumping in.

It hits Sid that taking Geno aside and rewarding him isn’t something he can do anymore. The pounding of his heart isn’t related to the hat trick anymore.

Everything goes by in a daze. They win, they go back to the locker rooms, they get dressed, they go out. Sid dutifully joins his team even though he would like nothing more than to go home and go to bed. He sits in the booth with everyone, nursing a beer like a good hockey player and smiling at the appropriate times.

The French-Canadian Inquisition only leaves him alone because he already gave them the fuck off stare.

It’s all noise and confusion for Sid and he’s ok with feeling that way till he can leave. He’s played when his bones and head were screaming at him to rest; pushing through emotional injury isn’t so different.

When a nice girl starts flirting with Geno, wide smiles and loud laughter with promises of more, of anything substanial, Sid simply can’t. He slides out of the booth, making excuses to go home, and leaves. He leaves because he needs to sleep and he can’t see things getting better anymore. He drives back to his home, mechanical and somber, doing the bare minimum of self-care before flopping into his bed.

His bed, the supposed paradise and sanctum of safety.

Sid never thought he is someone who absolutely needed a bed partner. The bed in his home is always the right amount of comfort: a mix of soft materials with firm support allowing him to sink into sleep without worry that his back will ache the next day. He’s getting older and he is a professional hockey player. That means that “a bed, any bed” doesn’t apply to him anymore.
But the flashing numbers of one fucking thirty in the morning with errand to run at eleven makes him rethink his stance.

Sid lies in his bed and thinks about the empty spaces in his chest area, his right leg swung over his side looking for something to prop it up. Despite the blankets he pulled out of the closet, the bed isn’t warm enough, isn’t heavy enough to allow him to sleep. He can only find himself moving pillows around to replicate the feeling he’s missing. It works to an extent. The lack of sound, small snuffles and soft snores meaning deep rest, is preventing him from truly falling asleep.

The clock now reads closer to two and Sid really gives up. He pulls out his phone with its super bright screen to try and find something mind numbing. He pulls up Geno’s number instead, hesitating as his thumb hovers over the call button.

“You call me any time,” he said. “Break up mean nothing about us.” Most people would say that breaking up means that it is all about “us” and failing but Sid knew what Geno meant. They were unshakable.

It’s with those words ringing in his ears that Sid lets his thumb hit call and he places the phone to his ear. It rings three times before a truly exhausted voice picks up.

“Hello?” Geno asks. It’s not his ‘I just woke up, leave me alone’ voice.

“Zhenya,” Sid whispers because for all that being sleep deprived does for his courage, he can’t articulate all the words to explain right now. His heart feels like it’s cracking more than it did when they first split. Tears strangely spring up in his eyes and Sid is so tired.

“Dousha moy,” Zhenya says tenderly and the tears are truly falling now, silent and salty as Sid licks his lips to stop a sob. He hears Russian in his ear and he falls asleep as he lets Zhenya speak, like he was really here in the bed whispering the words on the top of Sid’s head rather than a slightly tinny voice over the phone.

One of the last things he remembers is being content, something bright and new being reborn in the gaps of their bed and his heart.

The first thing Sid notices, after falling asleep with enough hope to ease the ache, is the sound of rustling blankets and a dip in the bed. A hand pulls an overly warm phone away from Sid’s cheek and his eyes flutter open with no conscious decision of his own. Zhenya’s face is horrifically and terribly tired, lines and shadows made deeper by the still grey sunrise. They say nothing at first as Zhenya slips into the spaces he left, pulling Sid in a tight embrace.

All they can do is hold each other.

Zhenya lets out a shuddering sob, tucking his head in the crook of Sid’s neck.

“Oh Zhenya,” Sid says, wrapping his arms in a more secure hold. He brings a hand up to Zhenya’s neck to hold him there, idling scratching the nape where the hairline ends.

“How did we think we didn’t love each other?” Zhenya sobs, returning the hard squeeze with one of his one. His grip was bone crushing. “I leave and you not there. Oh God, you aren’t there.”

“I couldn’t believe I forgot the little things we did for one another,” Sid says softly. His eyes get moist as well and he doesn’t try to stop them.

“So stupid. Never again. I want to go home,” Zhenya says.

“Then come home.”

Zhenya lifts his head and moves it far back enough to look at Sid direct in the eyes. His large hands frame his face, thumbs stroking the skin over the cheekbone like it was porcelain and oh so precious.

“Ok,” he whispers and lightly kisses Sid.

And that’s how they fall asleep, tangled up in one another to the rising sun.