#guy germaine

[uniicorns-arereall]

what it feels like trying to scroll through a dead fanbases tag, hoping for any new fic even though no one’s posted to it in over a year 😞:

[lizzy-bonnet]

I personally don't think there is enough Mighty Ducks content on here and sometimes you have to be the change you want to see in the world.

The Mighty Ducks + text posts

[44reed]

QUACK QUACK QUACK !!!!!!

[theultimateballsack]

I WILL NOT be referring to that boy as 'the huzz' or 'fine shyt' that is my beautiful princess darling wife whom I love VERY MUCH

[felicitykings]

1992  →  2021

[whyareyouhere66]

Can we PLEASE talk about how dirty Adam was done in Mighty Ducks D3??? Guys 😭

so first of all- he made varsity, but because everyone else (mainly Charlie) was too teenage-angst-everything-sucks core, he didn’t even get a pat on the back or anything. Like it’s mad impressive that he made varsity, as a freshman, first day of school. But no one really congratulated him 😭

THEN- the whole prank wars thing they had going on, varsity vs. JV. The ducks did not regard him one bit and just let him get caught in the crossfire- even targeting him a little bit with the whole frozen-jackets thing. “He’s one of them now, isn’t he?” NOT REALLY GIRL-

in fact he was literally cheering them on for a while during their first game

And then it was made pretty clear he had little to nothing to do with the things varsity did to the ducks, and he even told Charlie straight up he had no idea they were planning that stunt at dinner until it was too late. (Charlie didn’t even care either bro he just called him a little preppy rich boy and let him skate away) (Charlie was rlly going through it in D3) (partially in the form of self sabotage but wtv)(oh and then he literally shoved Adam into the goal during that game so that’s silly)

AND THEN- after there was that whole “self realization” thing with Charlie and Bombay, where Bombay got all the ducks together to play street hockey- suddenly they’re all cool with Adam again?? Like he’s casually playing with them- not even a cliché “head nod of understanding” moment between Adam and Charlie?? They just move on?? No apology even???

to make matters worse- when they’re at the council meeting and the ducks’ scholarships are up for discussion, the varsity team is fully willing to throw Adam out with the rest of them, even though they basically inducted him into their team for a few weeks? I mean I know they probably don’t have some deep brotherly connection with him or anything, but damn he was disregarded by both the ducks and varsity 😭 . Though there are a few times when they mention his worth and stuff- such as later after the council meeting when Charlie says “you had one of us: Banksie” but then Rick literally is like “meh he didn’t have spirit anyways it’s wtv” like hello??

then he just moves back to jv/the ducks at the end and everything is back to normal again and dean comes back and they win or smt so um happily ever after??? Ig?? Idk I still think he deserved some kind of apology.

anyways boo varsity (except scooter) and Adam deserved better fr, yap session over thanks for reading <3

[chadams]

mighty ducks week day two: favorite scene

that’ll teach them to mess with the ducks!!! ✮ you can find this on tiktok too :)

[sunfyre-dracarys]

A winters reunion - Guy Germaine

Warnings: none!

Rating: fluff

The crisp Minnesota air greeted you as you stepped off the plane, the familiar chill seeping through your jacket. You hadn't been back in a few years—not since the last time you visited your uncle, Gordon Bombay, and spent a whirlwind of a summer reconnecting with your figure skating roots. That summer, you’d found yourself skating in the same rink as the Ducks, and more specifically, spending a lot of time with Guy Germaine. You smiled at the memory. You were both so young, so caught up in the thrill of something new.

Now, as you made your way through the terminal, the past few years felt like a blur. You’d been on the rise in the figure skating world, traveling, competing, and living a life that, on the surface, seemed perfect. But behind the flawless spins and jumps, there was a heart that had just been through a breakup. The last thing you needed was to fall for someone else—but you couldn’t help but think of Guy.

You were supposed to meet him later today. Gordon had arranged for Guy to pick you up and bring you to the rink for a bit of skating before you caught up with your uncle. The thought of seeing him again made your heart race. How much had he changed? How much had you changed?

As you walked into the arrivals hall, you saw him instantly. Guy Germaine was standing there, hands in the pockets of his jacket, his blonde hair a little longer, his shoulders broader. He was no longer the boy you remembered—he was a man. And when he spotted you, his face lit up with a smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“Hey, stranger,” he said, pulling you into a warm hug. His embrace felt safe, like you were exactly where you needed to be.

“Hey, yourself,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s been a while.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours. “Yeah, it has. Too long, if you ask me.”

You didn’t trust yourself to say anything more, so you just smiled and nodded. As he took your bag and led you to his car, you couldn’t help but notice how natural it felt to be with him. The conversation flowed easily as you drove through the snow-dusted streets of Minneapolis, catching up on everything and nothing at the same time.

When you arrived at the rink, it was like stepping back in time. The familiar smell of ice and the distant echo of skates cutting through it made you feel at home. You both laced up your skates and stepped onto the ice, gliding effortlessly across the surface.

At first, it was just like old times—laughing, teasing, and showing off a bit. But as the minutes passed, there was something more in the air. A quiet tension that neither of you acknowledged but both of you felt. You stopped at the center of the rink, breathless from both skating and the electricity between you.

“Are you okay?” Guy asked suddenly, his tone gentle, his eyes full of concern.

You hesitated, not wanting to burden him with the weight of your heartbreak. “I’m getting there,” you admitted finally.

He nodded, as if he understood more than you were saying. “I heard about what happened. I’m sorry.”

“Thanks,” you replied, feeling a lump form in your throat. “But I’m not here to talk about that.”

He stepped closer, his voice low and full of promise. “Then let me help you forget. Let me spoil you a little.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “I don’t need to be spoiled, Guy.”

“Maybe not,” he said, smiling in that way that always made you weak. “But you deserve it.”

And so, he did just that. The days that followed were a blur of laughter, late-night drives, and quiet moments where you almost forgot about the pain. He took you to all his favorite spots in the city, places you’d never been, and places you’d visited together as teenagers. He treated you to dinners, insisted on paying for everything, and made you feel like you were the only person in the world who mattered.

But it wasn’t just the grand gestures that made your heart swell. It was the way he listened, the way he made you feel seen and understood. He never pushed, never tried to force anything. He was just there, steady and constant, like the ice beneath your feet.

One evening, as you sat on a bench overlooking a frozen lake, bundled up in coats and scarves, you realized something. You weren’t just getting over your ex—you were falling for Guy all over again.

He turned to you, his breath visible in the cold air. “You know, I’ve thought about you a lot since you left.”

“Yeah?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” he said, reaching for your hand. “And I promised myself that if I ever got another chance, I wouldn’t let you go.”

You looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the same boy you’d once flirted with, but also so much more. He was right—this was another chance. And maybe this time, you wouldn’t let go either.

As he leaned in, the world around you faded away. It was just the two of you, in this moment, finally getting the chance you both deserved.

And when his lips met yours, it was like coming home.

A/N: I am like super sick, and I will probably post more, also it’s a three day weekend! I have several stuff in the works so… yippee!