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Listen you sent this ask a month ago but I have been thinking about this drabble for a month too, ever since I got Billie Holiday’s I’m a Fool to Want You ///

David smiles in his sleep. 

His expression will be neutral, relaxed, maybe a golden lock of hair falling into his eyes, maybe his lips maybe just a little, and then out of nowhere, they will curl into a smile -- small and loving and entirely without pretense.  William has been watching it all these years, whenever he can, but he has not dared say a word to David, afraid that it will break the magic.  Though, he reckons, David’s girlfriend might have.

He knows he should stop.  

He has for a long time.  He knows that nothing good can come out of it.  Nothing good has.  

But David touches him as if William is the only thing that matters in the world, his hands, his lips hungry against William’s bare skin, and he smiles in his sleep, and even though William knows he isn’t, not in the way David is to him, knows that there is nothing he can do to be enough, to let David see him that way, the way William has always seen him-

He kisses David back and he wishes he knew how to stop.

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between your love and mine

Archive Warnings: none apply! Relationships: David P.astrnak/William N.ylander Word Count: 6360 Summary:

The thing about David is, he never does anything by halves. He plays hockey with all of his soul and body and when he laughs it fills the entire room. There is magic in the way he gives all of himself to what he is doing, that makes you want to stop whatever you are doing and watch in wonder.

The jerseys David and William wear and the teams they play for change over the years but some things stay the same.

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12 for nynak?

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on a scarThere are two small but somewhat gnarly scars on David’s forearm.  His arm is jutting out where he is lying on his side on William’s couch, fast asleep.  William runs his fingers over them, softly, from where he is sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, feels the place the skin becomes irregular and raised before it returns to being smooth again.  Auston had this look of awe in his eyes as he recounted the story he heard from who has to be Charlie.

Did P.astrnak actually fight two large Dobermans to a save kid?

So absurd and out of the blue was the question that William almost burst out laughing.  

He didn’t in the end though, and when Auston clarified what he heard, he nodded sagely.  Told Auston about how big and scary the dogs were, how grateful the kid’s mom had been when she rushed to the scene.

He had told David not to pet that pug.  That you could never trust a small dog, but David had cooed and thrown his arms out, speaking in a silly voice about what a good girl the doggie was.  She bit his arm, quite viciously, and then William had to hold his hand in the ER as he was getting stitches. 

He should have corrected Auston.  David deserves to be shamed for the wild stories he is going around making up.  He did not.

He has almost finished tracing the edges of the second scar when David reaches out with the quickness you wouldn’t expect from someone who is asleep.  He finds for William’s hand and holds it in his own.

William startles.  He turns his head to see if David has woken up, if this is part of a joke, banter.  David hasn’t though; his eyes are closed and his lips are parted just a little as his chest rises and falls in even intervals.  He chuckles softly to himself as he turns back around, clasping David’s hand.

The angle he has to keep his arm to keep holding it is an awkward one.  He pays it no heed.  Distantly he is aware that what they are doing right now is not something friends do.  

But dusk is falling outside, sinking the living room into a deeper darkness with each passing moment, and it’s easy to close his eyes and lean back so that his head is resting on the cushion.  Here in this room, where the only company they have are the scars still visible on David’s arm, bearing silent witness to a story only the two of them still remember, a piece of David only he gets to keep.

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Prompt Response for anon. Nynak + things you said when you were scared.

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When you are kind of, sort of, maybe dating another international spy and when he calls you on the burner you have reserved for emergencies and opens with a deep sigh and a request that you remember him fondly if he doesn't make it, well,  William thinks blood-curdling fear is an appropriate reaction.

"Where are you," William hisses, his mind already thinking of ways to get David to safety.  Though, David is a damn good spy and if he is calling William instead of focusing on how to make it out alive of his predicament-- it means--

William doesn't want to think of what it means. 

David sighs again and William can tell how scared he is.  David is terrified and that when he is the most easy going guy normally and someone who calmly diffused bombs with 20 seconds left on the clock before.  William presses the base of his palms to his eyes.  Shit.  This is bad.  Really really bad. 

'Listen, it's going to be okay,' he is starting to say but David cuts him off. 

"I'm-- in front of my dentist's office."

Huh.  William thought more like, a back alley or rooftop.  Maybe a hotel room or a safehouse that was surrounded.

"Tell me what happened.  Are you hurt?"

"Yes." 

And there it is.  Shit.

"-all of my back molars started hurting at once-"

Wait.

"-and it wouldn't go away but it turns out it's not my molars after all.  It's my wisdom teeth-"

His wisdom teeth.  Of course it's his wisdom teeth.  William clenches his jaw and draws in a sharp breath.

"-and all four of them need to come out and I don't know if I'll make it."

He wants to yell at David for scaring him like that.  Except David is terrified of dentists.  He has been terrified of dentists since the day William met him in Södertälje.  So he runs a hand through his hair, and resists the temptation to tell David that he is the reason it's thinning before he is even thirty, and asks David what city he is in.

"Prague," David answers meekly.

Prague is close enough and his current assignment can afford him being away for a night.

"Do you want me to come on over?"

"Can you?"

David answers so quickly - almost before William has even finished asking the question - and sounds so earnest that William can't help but laugh.

"Yeah," he says, hoping that David is aware of the irony of a top-notch international spy being this scared of a simple dental procedure, grateful beyond words that's what has him terrified. "Yeah I can."

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Can you do one for Pasta and Nylander where they’re secretly dating and teammates finally start to catching on

send me a ship and an au and i will write a “3 sentence” snippet!Brad stands by the floor to ceiling windows, hands buried deep in his pockets, and stares thoughtfully into- well, the Mass Turnpike.  Warrior’s conference rooms leave something to be desired when it comes to the sprawling cityscape he would ideally like to stare into for this occasion.  This problem notwithstanding, he turns with a sharp, dramatic motion to face the rest of the group.

“I think Pasta is dating a Leafs fan,” he declares gravely.

Krej fixes him with a skeptical look and a frown. 

“Pasta wouldn’t.”

Truth hurts as they say.  Brad didn’t want to accept it at first either but- 

“What other explanation is there for him owning a Maple L.eafs sweatshirt?”

“Maybe it was a gag gift from Nylander? Auston sent me a #73 Leafs jersey a couple of years back...” Charlie offers.

He winces, as if the memory is too difficult to revisit and rest of the group winces with him at the horrors it invokes.

“Yeah but unlike you he didn’t want to burn it -- not even when I offered.”

Pasta only clung to it tighter as if on instinct and hastily, awkwardly turned Brad down even as his hold on the cursed blue fabric relaxed.

He looks up and from the internal glass wall he sees Pasta walking by.  He is on the phone and is smiling even wildly even by his own standards.  There is a spring in his step that Brad swears wasn’t there just a few months ago.  It has to be the Leafs fan girl- or boyfriend.

And yet when he asks Pasta about it later on, their meeting having ended inconclusively, all he gets is a shrug and a reply that it was only Will he was talking to. 

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Scenario 2, aka the more antsy scenario

Pasta gets shot one day and it’s bad.  The bullet perforates his gut and the moment Jake sees him he knows that there is no way he can save him with what he has.

Pasta asks for Will, so Jake tracks him down and sneaks him into Bruins territory, and they are saying their goodbyes and it’s very sad but then a thought occurs to Jake -- just as luck would have it, it’s very close to when the portal to 21st century opens.

So Jake tells them both that if they go, this portal opens very close to a hospital (the hospital Jake used to work at) and he can’t guarantee that Pasta will survive but he would stand a fighting chance.

If they stay Pasta dies, so they decide to risk it.

Jake tells them when and how they can come back, but privately makes them take a lot more gold bars than necessary for a short stay, and also gives Will contact information of his family, a couple of close friends, a guy who could falsify papers -- people who can help them settle.

They never do come back, either of them.  The guys assume that Pasta must have died and Will got lost (why would anyone want to stay in the 21st century, after all).  But Jake knows it’s the opposite, though he never says anything to anyone.

Because he remembers that car ride and could tell how much Pasta wanted a way out, wanted a life with Will, even though he’d never say it, and this is their way out.

No one including Jake ever finds out, but Pasta does make it.  Will, who always liked writing, becomes a famous published author for historical crime novels.  He grows out his beard and gets round glasses and Pasta threatens to divorce him (but he never does).  

(They definitely do get married, and it’s beautiful, and it’s a slow adjustment but they love how out they can be, and wear rings and make out on the street.  They just wish some of their friends were there too, that they could understand but you can’t win everything.)

Will also gets into fights with people a few times who criticize him for this or that detail in his books not being historically accurate.  He comes home to rant at Pasta like I WAS THERE DAVID THATS LITERALLY HOW IT WAS WHAT DO THEY KNOW and Pasta has to be like “I know love I know”

Pasta works at a center for troubled youth -- teaches them his fighting skills but how to use it in a constructive way to channel their anger.  But yeah, couple of times bad ppl try to go after his kids, they regret the day they were born without any crime being committed at all.

Pasta also realizes that all this time when Jake was telling them stories that they all thought were super original he was just summarizing Game of Thrones.  That little shit.

One day Pasta looks up what became of their friends in the archives even though he knows he shouldn’t.  Because he finds out how all of them died and how the mob ended and not everyone makes it to old age and they were his family you know.  He doesn’t talk for almost a week, just grieving.  Will never looks up his.

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Nynak 8 for the touch prompts!

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#8 - for protectionWilliam wakes up to soft groaning coming from the other side of the bed.  It takes him a minute to connect the disembodied voice floating in the dark to David, and another to realize that it means David must be having a nightmare. 

He props himself up on his elbow and sure enough David's brow is drawn in a frown and his lower lip is trembling.

William nudges him on the shoulder, calls his name.

It isn't quite enough to bring David all the way to the surface.

"'m scared," David mumbles, eyes still closed.

William is going to shake him properly and make sure he wakes up but...he got some great gems from David in the past when he is like this, mostly out and talking in his sleep.

So, he asks David why he is scared instead.

"There is a- monster. Huge. Scary."

William does his best not to laugh.  Not cutting David's suffering in short might be slightly evil but his boyfriend looks adorable like this, incoherent and terrified of a dream monster.

"You don't need to be scared,” he promises, “I'll protect you." 

He puts his hand on David's chest, palm outstretched.  David curls in around his hand and covers it with his own, almost immediately; the taut muscles of his face relax as he takes in a deep breath.  And after all these years William is still surprised by that feeling that floods him then, between warmth and love.  His breath catches a little in his throat as he promises David that he won't let him get hurt. 

But David's relief seems to only last a brief while, because in the next moment, he frowns again, and murmurs into the dark-

"What if you get hurt?  Can't have that."

William considers that for a moment, carding through David's hair with his free hand.  It’s a valid concern

"You'd look after me," he says in the end with a smile, "nurse me back to health.  Make me soup, yeah?"

They would be in a small cottage in the middle of a thick, dark forest, and David would be there by his side when he came to.  You saved my life, he'd say, a little breathless, before scrunching up his face.  I would have murdered you if you died.

"Yeah," David repeats, "soup…" as his breathing starts to even out once again.  William curls on his side, using David's arm as his pillow.  Their hands still interlocked over David's chest.

"Love you," he whispers into David's skin.

A slurred mmmm is all he gets in return.

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i did it i posted it to ao3 rather than trying to keep track of 4 separate parts