Jack Hughes/Nico Hischier
lightning strikes just once, not twice • 50.9k words • complete • i ii iii
It isn’t late, exactly, but far enough into the evening that there isn’t much light coming through the floor to ceiling windows on the adjacent wall, the place dim enough that Jack has to fumble for the light switch so that he doesn’t trip over Nico’s haphazard assortment of shoes in the entryway. Except. When Jack does manage to get the light on, all of Nico’s shoes are gone. Jack stares down at the empty hardwood for a long time, trying to recall if there was a carpet here once, buried beneath the absurd amount of shoes Nico owns— when he really only ever wears the one pair.
“Nico?” Jack calls out, venturing further into the apartment. No response. Jack doesn’t think he was really expecting one.
Or, the one where Quinn finally joins Jack and Luke on the Devils. Too bad it’s Nico being traded the other way.
you’re breathing in my open mouth • 4.2k words • complete
"Hang on," Nico cuts in, gentle. He's always so fucking gentle with Jack. No matter how much Jack chips away at him, he's always got more love left to give, a seemingly endless supply- Jack's terrified of the day it inevitably runs dry. "I'm not easier to love than you are, Jack. Why do you think that?"
unreliable narrator, angst/anxiety, marriage proposal
i’ll be summer sun for you forever (forever winter if you go) • 157k words • complete
Nico grabs Jack’s face, shaking his head a little as if he thinks that’ll help reorganize Jack’s thoughts into something rational. “C’mon, I’m in this with you. Even when it’s hard and we go to bed angry, I’m with you.”
The doctor sighs, stacking up Jack’s shoulder scans and tapping them into a neat pile on the table between them. Slowly, he shakes his head. “I can’t fix this,” he says eventually.
“You— what?” Jack asks, his voice already cracking. “But— they said there was a chance. You aren’t even going to try?”
career ending injuries, angst, hurt/comfort, nsfw
that’s the kind of love i’ve been dreaming of • 5.3k words • complete
It starts in mid-November, just before the first fall of snow in Jersey, too many beers in Jack’s system for him to feel the chill of it whenever the bar door swings open with a soft jingle of the bells strung up above the frame. It starts with Nico dancing with a tiny pipsqueak of a girl, five foot at most, with jet black hair and piercing brown eyes. It starts with him ducking his head to hear something she says over the blaring of the country song that’s playing over the speakers, eyes going wide at whatever it is she’s just told him.
The best way for Jack to get under Nico is by getting on top of someone else.
shake like the bough of a willow tree (you do it naturally) • 4.1k words • complete
Alphas aren’t supposed to like the scent of other alphas. They definitely aren’t supposed to be drawn to it, aren’t supposed to be able to pick it out amidst a room full of people. And they absolutely are not supposed to get wet between their asscheeks with something sweeter than sweat just from another alpha patting them on the shoulder, pulling them in for a hug, giving them a dazzling smile. No, that’s what omegas do.
pwp, non-traditional abo, first time bottoming
who could ever leave me, darling? (but who could stay?) • 54.1k words • complete
Nico: what’re u gonna do w it?
one night stand, mpreg, nsfw, angst, domestic fluff, kid fic, sad wet cat jhugh, chronic over thinker nhisch
i have a feeling you got everything you wanted (and you're not wastin' time stuck here like me) • 7.4k words • complete
Quinn stares down at the email his agent sent him earlier this morning and gnaws on his bottom lip. Two options. Two ways that this could go.
Twitter was right about it in 2021 and they’re right about it now, Quinn is either going to play out the entirety of his career as a Canuck or he’s going to leave them for the Devils. For his brothers.
brotherly love, angst, the inner turmoil of choosing between family and team
no grave can hold my body down, i’ll crawl home to [him] • 117.8k words • complete
Jack’s voice is wobbling. He thinks he might start crying, actually. Can feel it bubbling up in the back of his throat, behind his eyes.
“I want everything with you,” Nico admits quietly, almost sad about it.
abo dynamics, mates, angst, hurt/comfort, miscommunication, slow burn, nsfw
address the letters to the holes in my butterfly wings • 4.3k words • complete
Jack says he’s coming back to support the team, to embody the ‘A’ on his jersey even when he can’t wear it, but Luke knows better— knows that Jack’s coming back for reasons that have nothing to do with the team.
season-ending injury, angst, brotherly love, outsider pov
i think you know what this is • 3.7k words • complete
Nico doesn’t, like, make a habit of paying attention to what his teammates have going on between their legs. He doesn’t pay attention to their bodies at all, actually. Except for Jack. He has every curve and freckle and blemish on Jack’s body committed to memory. All the way from Jack’s owlish blue eyes down to the cute little pussy tucked neatly between his creamy thighs.
fool, i’m a fool if the shoe fits • 10.8k words • complete
“Never mind,” Jack mutters. When Nico glances over at a red light, Jack’s shoulders are back up to his ears.
Five times Nico doesn’t give Jack what he wants and one time he does.
full shift werewolves, angst, miscommunication
i know what you are; brighter than the stars • 4.6k words • complete
Jack’s always been clingy. Touchy. He loves worming his way into Nico’s personal space whenever he possibly can. Jack craves physical affection, wants it constantly, whether it’s just Nico’s arm draped around his shoulders while they’re at a bar with the boys or Jack clambering into Nico’s lap when he gets a little too drunk at a house party. He just. Wants to be touched by Nico and touching Nico in equal measure at all times. The clinginess isn’t new. The horniness, however, is.
established relationship, abo dynamics, mating cycles/in heat, pwp
some invisible string tying you to me • 32.5k words • complete
That panic comes the next morning, as Jack was sure it would, when he wakes up with a pounding migraine and Nico’s arm slung over his waist, his warm breath coming in steady puffs at the nape of Jack’s neck.
internalized homophobia, getting together, brotherly love, nsfw, angst & hurt/comfort
death by a thousand cuts • 4.7k words
my time • 4.7k words • complete
Jack smiles, easy, a hint of mischief in his eyes that makes Nico wonder if he could get away with knocking out a few teeth now that their lives are tethered together.
“Really?” He drawls coolly once he’s within earshot. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to kill him and pick out someone new to bond before this one fully sets in.”
my wine • 4.8k words • complete
It’s hard to tell how much time passes trapped inside of the dank cell half a mile beneath the palace, but it’s Jack who comes for him, days, weeks, hours later. He looks a little sheepish, hands stuffed into the pockets of his ridiculously pompous trousers, anxious and finicky as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. At least he’s forgone that hideous fur cloak that he’s always been so fond of.
dragons au, reluctant soulmates, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers
it’ll leave you breathless, or with a nasty scar • 125.6k words
bdsm au, hurt/comfort, trust issues, getting together, past abuse, nsfw
sometimes i wonder which one will be your last lie • 97.5k words • complete
Nico’s touch feels like electricity sizzling on his skin, thrumming through his veins and warming his entire body and Jack whines when it slips away from him. “Shh, it’s alright, baby, I’m right here,” Nico murmurs, reaching back to wrap his fingers around Jack’s wrist. His grip is firm but not painful and it’s like that last puzzle piece slotting into place. Jack’s a marionette whose strings have been cut, going boneless and pliant. “Kneel for me.”
they say looks can kill • 3.8k words • complete
Nico’s sprawled out on his back amidst the messy sheets, pillow under his hips to help make the angle good, hole stretched and wet from the twenty minutes he spent opening himself up while making Jack sit there patiently with his hands flat on his thighs, hard and leaking between his legs.
mutants au, still hockey players, angst, nsfw
Who You Are Is Not What You Did (You’re Still an Innocent) • 33.7k words • complete
“You have never hurt me.” Nico cuts in, his voice hard. I will, Jack thinks, someday I will.
Jack’s love language is physical touch. It’s a shame he can’t touch anyone without hurting them.
guess you really did it this time • 3.6k words • complete
After years of listening to Jack go back and forth with himself over whether or not he really wants Nico—whether or not he thinks that he’s allowed to want Nico—Nico’s pretty sure Jack’s finally made up his mind on that front, courtesy of a little help from his mother.
But Nico’s smart enough to realize that Jack is never going to be the one to make the first move, so when Jack gets back from dropping his mom off at the airport, Nico’s ready to do it himself.
