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FicSnips Day 7: Fading Ink

I am a SUCKER for Soulmate aus. So when I found a post on Twitter talking about soulmate names being on your skin and there's too many of them...but it's because your Soulmate is a conman AND someone was like "this is TwiYor", I practically couldn't get pen to paper fast enough.

This is one of my favorite fics that I've written. And it also features art from the Amazing @roucaelum-art! Please give her and her art some love! <3

[mmxiii-writes]

Plz enjoy the below selection of snippets deleted from various small town boys fics — am posting to hopefully shake up the ole brain and get the new fic ideas flowing! ✨️✨️✨️

1. [Cut from outro]

Sid would zig and zig over and over and over again with supernatural consistency. He was famous for it. He'd practice zigging for hours and hours until he could do it perfectly without even thinking about it. Then, every once in a while, he'd take Zhneya completely by surprise and pull off a /spectacular/ zag.

2. [Cut from an early version of premiere etoile, sid pov, set in Sid's hospital room]

The light was different when he woke up, and Geno was talking to him:

'They tell me visit, it's over. I need go home.'

Sid nodded sleepily. 'Kay,' he sighed. Geno's hand was already in his. He squeezed it gently.

Geno didn't let go. He lifted Sid's hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles.

'I come tomorrow,' he said seriously. His eyes were still a little red.

'Mhmm,' Sid hummed.

Geno's gaze dropped to the baby in the plastic box clipped to the side of the bed between them.

He didn't seem to want to go.

Sid smiled tiredly.

'Hey. We'll see you in the morning, ok?' Which seemed neutral enough in his head, except Geno suddenly looked like he was going to cry again.

Sid made a soft noise in his throat — for once, he could relate.

He felt...different...wrung out.../new/...

Because there were three of them now.

Him, Geno, and Fyodor.

Fyodor was their baby.

Fyodor was theirs to /keep/.

3. [Orphan scene, no particular fic]

Sid was rinsing swimming trunks in the bathroom sink. They seemed to spend their whole lives washing swimming trunks. The bathroom always smelled vaguely of chlorine

Sid glanced at him as he came in.

'What?'

Zhenya ignored him. He pressed himself up against Sid's back and covered Sid's flat belly with his open palm. /Remember this?/ He thought fiercely, tucking his nose behind Sid's ear. /Remember when we made the baby?/

Sid stopped what he was doing. After a moment, he turned his head and made a soft noise in his throat: he did remember. Now he was thinking about it too.

4. [Cut from outro]

The morning was a little fraught.

Zhenya pissed behind a tree, lost one of his contact lenses, then struggled to find his glasses with one eye.

Sensibly, Sid kept his comments to himself.

5. [Cut from i like it when you drive, Geno's fresh out of the shower]

Zheny was just stepping into a pair of trackpants when Sid's appeared in the bedroom doorway.

'Hey,' he said brightly, 'I was just talking to, uh...'

Zhenya glanced over at him.

Sid was holding a small square basket. He had a strangely intent look on his face.

Whatever he'd come upstairs to say, Zhenya could see him parking it in real time.

Zhenya leaned his hip against the dresser and crossed his arms loosely over his bare chest. He knew Sid liked his body — he wasn't above a bit of strategic exposure.

Sid cleared his throat and braced one hand on the doorframe, dorky and hopelessly unsubtle.

'You busy right now?' He said.

6. [Cut from papa]

Geno had all kinds of names for Feddy, most of them Russian. When he was talking to Sid, he mostly called him /my son./

It had always been obvious how much Geno loved being a dad.

Geno looked up and met Sid's gaze over Feddy's shoulder and Sid felt it like a shock through his whole body.

7. [Cut from cole harbour, ns]

Feddy was waiting at the top of the stairs, holding on to the baby gate. He was bouncing a little on his toes.

Sid reached over the gate and lifted him up. He was soft and warm in his pyjamas.

'Hey, Buddy,' Sid murmured quietly, kissing Feddy's dark, downy hair. 'Are you my baby? Are you my special little guy?'

8. [Cut from groundwork, an early joint holiday in florida]

Sid's boredom was steaming off him, almost as thick as the atmospheric humidity.

On reflection, it was maybe a little ambitious to have expected Sid to lie on a sun lounger for more than five minutes.

'You want have sex?' Zhenya offered selflessly.

Sid frowned, uncharacteristically brattily.

'Sure, but then what?'

Zhenya stared at him incredulously for several seconds.

How rude!

Just for that he was going to work Sid over so thoroughly, he wouldn't know which way was up.

***

[An hour or so later, Sid asleep on his belly in bed]

Zhenya was surprised Sid hadn't had his hair cut. The humidity was making it curl.

Sid's grooming habits aside, things were getting pretty serious between them.

Zhneya got the feeling his days of vacationing in miami were numbered...

9. [Skeleton on unwritten scene, no particular fic]

The shower door opened.

Zhenya only had a half second to glance behind him before Sid was pushing him against the tiled wall and kissing him.

Zhenya kissed him back, pawing Sid's waist ineffectually before realising he was pulling at wet fabric — Sid was still fully clothed.

'Are you crazy?!' Zhenya yelped, half laughing, half groaning into Sid's hungry mouth.

He could /feel/ Sid grinning, amped up and cocky.

They both knew the answer to that was /yes./

10. [Cut from the last chapter of darling if you please, set at ovi's dacha]

Zhenya woke up slowly to sunlight fluttering on the wooden wall. Everything smelled of pine.

Amazingly, Sid was still asleep. He was sleeping on a camping mat on the floor, sprawled out on his back with one arm flung over his head — he'd insisted zhenya take the small single bed for his knee.

Fedya was snuggled up against Sid's side, Kristopher the penguin tucked tightly under his arm.

Zhenya's heart thrummed at the scene — his boy and his boy's father.

He closed his eyes and dozed for a while, listening to the birds in the trees.

Some time later, the mattress dipped — Fedya was climbing up onto the bed to see him.

Zhenya smiled and shifted over a little so his son could curl up by his side.

Hope you enjoyed those lil snips! 🥰

Thanks you @justagoddamnpossum for the suggestion ☺️☺️✨️

[chromatic-crow]

feeling annoying on this uh. wednesday. have a thing

[zenkichiihasegawa]

Nyeh! [throws it like a scroll]

[definitelynotshouting]

Im almost finished with my scarian one shot so here's a snippet to tide yall over

[swag-book-queen]

No truer words said Johnny 🤣🤣

[bokettochild]

hey! when are you going to be posting fics again? i know your keyboard got broken and then the gay drama thing.. but i’m deprived of boketto fics! hope you’re doing alright, and if you can’t then that’s fine! i’m not pressuring you or anything it’s just like fhsjjddhhd yeah

remember to hydrate and get plenty of sleep!

I actually have one in my drafts right now!

My parents have been commandeering as much of my time as they can, so writing is getting hard without having a six-year-old thrown into my lap, but I'm trying to bust out some stuff soon!

How about a mini preview until then?

“That’s better.” The nursemaid smiled. “Now, since Link’s out attending to his part of the festival, how about I show you lot around, give you the tour of the festivities, eh? He says you're from across time,” She smiled knowingly. “If that’s the case, I doubt you’ve ever seen the likes of all this.”

“Not exactly.” Warriors smiled, falling into step with the woman as she began to lead them into the crowd. “What’s the celebration for, may I ask?” As if the captain wasn’t also thrown off by the easy acceptance of time travel.

Well, she is an Impa. Green pointed out.

Oh yeah... Blue hummed.

Wide arms were thrown out in a gesture at the multicolored tents and pennants, up at where a large banner splayed across the grounds and Impa beamed at them. “It’s the Festival of the Four Sword, of course!”

Their feet stopped in their tracks as they stared out at the people and partying all around them.

“The Hero of Four has his own festival?” Warriors cocked a brow, looking back at them curiously, as if asking them if they’d heard. They had. They had definitely heard, and the Colors were just as shocked as the other heroes seemed to be.

Wait. This is all for us? Vio startled.

Cool! Red cheered.

Finally! Recognition for our work! It was about time! Blue cheered.

Wait. Green made them all pause. Legend’s Hyrule still remembers us?

“Heroes.” Impa corrected with a wink. “But yes. They were the last great heroes of Hyrule before Link came around. There was the Fallen Hero too, of course, but folks rarely speak of him unless it’s Remembrance Day, it’s considered poor luck.” The woman rolled her dark eyes with a sigh. “Really, Hylians these days don’t really respect the fallen as well as they ought. Anyways, the festival has all the sorts of things you’d expect, games and food and merchants. There’ll be a pageant later, and the traditional contests as well.”

[glittercake]

Sorry to bother you but I just saw your tags in the sambucky soulmate post, and I just wanted to say that is such a good fic so if you're comfortable with publishing it please do because I would love to read it😁

Not a bother at all! And yeah I'll definitely be publishing it! Probably after the show. 💕 Here's a snip:

The mark comes back after they burn it from his skin. Time and time again.  The beautiful wings are relentless and untiring. He manages to get away with it for three weeks, the longest yet, because the Americans mostly can’t be bothered with him. 

He exists only as a weapon, nothing to be bathed or cared for. So he keeps his wings a for little longer sometimes. Long enough to imagine who they belong to. He imagines a pilot, an airman, someone who jumps from planes in those colorful suits. 

He dreams of a faceless love. He dreams of soaring wings that take him away from this hell. And, more often than not, he thinks about escaping. Breaching protocols and running for his life, whatever that’s worth, and into the arms of his destined partner.