#sidgeno au

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where tf is my sidgeno cherry magic! au 😭😭😭

even tho it probably suits sid more i like the idea of geno being the one to hit 30 as a virgin and suddenly developing the mind reading powers…finding out that his straight faced straight laced straight seeming coworker sidney wants to rail him across his office desk fndndksk

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A Heart’s Mark by @ljummen

Fic on AO3

A graphic I made forever ago :) I’ve just re-read this recently and wondered if I ever posted this and I didn’t! So here you go haha

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ooh how about mob au w sid as the one in the mob (or both in the mob; both is good, too)

CW: homophobia, implied violence

Sid hates dealing with the Russians. They irritate him, crass and rude, always quick to anger and eager for violence. Sid believes violence should be a tool. The Russians believe it is the way to run their business.

They send Ovechkin this time and Sid doesn’t enjoy him but hates him less than Fedorov. He brings Radulov who stands behind him the whole time, hovering like an ugly gargoyle, a twisted smile on his face.

They come to an agreement and Sid is happy to get rid of them. Ovechkin stands, leans over to whisper something to Radulov who leaves the room briefly.

“I have something for you,” Ovechkin says. “Present from us.”

Sid looks at him coolly. “I don’t want anything from you.”

Radulov comes back in, another man trailing behind him. He’s tall, dressed in tight black jeans and a dark sweater. He’s got a bruise on his cheek and he looks exhausted, his eyes tired and his face drawn.

“This is Evgeni. He is of no use to us anymore,” Ovechkin says with a wave of his hand. “We give him to you as a sign of thanks for our new agreement.”

“Why would I want him?”

Radulov snorts at that but Ovechkin silences him with a jerk of his hand. Ovechkin looks at Sid shrewdly. “He would do well as a wife for you. We don’t need one like him among us.”

Radulov pushes Evgeni forward and Evgeni goes. Sid looks at him, sees the tightness around his eyes, the short, pained breaths, the way he holds himself. Sid’s going to take him because he knows what will happen if he doesn’t. But he needs them to say it. He needs Evgeni to know.

“And if I don’t take him?” asks Sid.

Radulov takes his gun out of his holster and presses it to Evgeni’s temple. Evgeni’s eyes close and a fine tremble runs over his body, but he otherwise doesn’t move. Ovechkin looks at Sid with a calm expression.

“He is not welcome and knows too much.”

“Very well,” Sid says with a flick of his wrist. “Leave him. Does he have anything with him?”

“We gave his bag to your men outside. They are checking it.”

Sid reaches a hand out to Ovechkin, shaking it firmly. Ovechkin squeezes tightly and Sid’s expression doesn’t change. “Until next time, Alexander.”

“Goodbye, Sidney.”

Radulov kicks at Evgeni’s legs once more as they leave, shutting Sid’s office door behind them. Evgeni’s shoulders don’t relax and Sid moves to stand in front of him, looking at him. He reaches up to touch his face gently, pressing against the bruise.

“Do you speak English?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Do you need a doctor?”

Evgeni’s eyes flicked to Sid’s briefly. He licks his lips and nods slowly. “Would be a good idea.”

Sid goes back to his desk and presses a button. Tanger appears a moment later, carrying a bag that he sets on a chair.

“We’ll be heading back to my apartment in five minutes. Have Dr. Vyas meet us there.”

Tanger looks at Evgeni and then back at Sid, tilting his head slightly. Sid sighs and shrugs. “They left him with us to be my wife.”

Tanger laughs at that and shakes his head, pressing a few buttons on his phone. “Flower is going to die when he hears this.”

“I don’t want to hear from anyone until tomorrow,” Sid orders, gathering up this things before hoisting Evgeni’s bag. “I can’t deal with it tonight. I’ll figure out what we’re going to do with him once he’s healthy.”

Evgeni watches them, his expression wary. “Give me bag.”

“The way you’re holding yourself tells me they injured your ribs and possibly your shoulder,” Sid says easily. “I’m not going to do anything with your bag while I carry it to the car.”

“Let me look in it.” Evgeni returns quickly.

Sid puts the bag back down on the chair and Evgeni moves to it stiffly, limping now that the Russians are gone. He opens it and digs through the clothing to find a picture, creased and worn. Sid doesn’t look at it, allows Evgeni that privacy. He notices the way Evgeni’s shoulders relax though and he closes the bag, straightening up.

“Can carry bag now,” Evgeni says quietly. “Thank you.”

“Car is ready,” Tanger says.

Sid lifts the bag, meeting Evgeni’s eyes. “I won’t hurt you. I don’t know what to do with you, but I have no reason to hurt you.”

“I have no reason to trust you,” Evgeni says evenly.

“Fair enough,” Sid agrees. “I don’t need you to trust me to listen to me. It’s time to go.”

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Ahh so excited to hear you’re doing prompts! :) If you’re still doing them — psychic soulbond sidgeno AU? The psychic bond is not bound by any known language but rather “soulspeak.” What does this soul language look like? Sound like? Feel like? Is it processed in images? Words? Or language-less thought itself?

So I’ve actually given this thought before. The psychic bond is initiated by touch and becomes stronger with close contact. So Sid and Geno initially bond at World Juniors when they briefly touch after the gold medal game. They don’t realize it because it’s not really long enough to make much of a difference, except Sid being Sid is an overachiever in everything and is able to contact Geno somehow.

It shouldn’t be possible at all. But Geno starts getting images and feelings that are not his own. Mostly they are dreams of another country, playing hockey and a little blonde girl laughing. He knows someone is there, can feel them in his mind when he’s dreaming.

It’s hard for people to put soulspeak into words so for a long time Geno doesn’t know what is happening. When he finds himself on the bench, smiling at nothing because a feeling of warm contentment passes over him as the taste and smell of chocolate chip cookies flood his senses, he knows something is up.

He just wishes he knew who it was.

Geno falls asleep on the plane flying towards Pittsburgh and is awash with glee as soon as he starts dreaming. There is a pool and children splashing around, so much laughter.

“You’re so close,” a voice says in words he can hear clear as day for the first time ever. “I can’t wait to meet you.”

Geno can’t answer, can’t do anything but dream and watch as this faceless person tosses children in the pool. He feels his heart aching, this deep desire to be there, to be with them. He wakes with a start, his face damp with tears.

There’s a push of worry followed by calm and a sense of soon soon so soon. Relax. So soon.

Geno exhales and looks out the window at the clouds, wiping his face with his hand. Soon.

Sid is bouncing his leg, getting up from the couch and pacing, unable to sit still. He can feel Geno getting closer, can feel the tendril connecting them getting shorter. He’s trying to keep his restlessness from transferring over the bond, but he’s not sure if he’s doing that well because he can feel that Geno is nervous, scared, so alone.

Sid presses another wave of reassurance and comfort over the bond as he walks down the stairs and tries to wait, tries to be patient.

When he sees Geno, watches him shake Mario’s hand, he feels his heart call out and his mind floods with Geno’s thoughts and emotions. Sid gasps loudly, putting a hand on the wall. Geno does the same, a hand on his head.

Sid gets to him, gets a hand on his arm and pulls him close. All around him is Geno, his thoughts, his feelings, his touch, his smell. It’s overwhelming and beautiful. Their souls are shouting in joy, loud and symphonious.

“Hi,” Geno says for the first time along the bond, finally able to return all of Sid’s words and thoughts. “I’m so happy to meet you.”

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Sidgeno college au

Geno’s work study is in the bookstore. It’s not that bad really. It’s only 12 hours a week and most of the time it’s pretty slow once people get their books for the semester. His friend Sasha got a work study in the coffee shop across the street and he’s constantly busy so Geno’s pretty happy with his gig.

Two weeks into the semester, a quiet guy with a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes slides a sketchbook and pencils across to Geno along with a used copy of Introduction to Line Drawing. Geno checks him out and slides everything into a reusable bag with the University of Pittsburgh’s logo on it.

“You have Dr. Martin or Anna?”

“Hmm?” The guy looks up at him, surprised.

“Am art major. Anna much more fun but Dr. Martin better technical drawer since he is painter. Anna is printmaker.”

“Oh, I’m just auditing the class,” the guy fumbles with a piece of paper, handing it over to Geno. He takes it and looks at the name, nodding.

“You will enjoy. Anna lots of fun.”

“Thanks. Maybe I’ll see you around.” The guy gives him a warm smile and Geno’s heart flutters as he watches him walk away. The view is just as good from behind.

Geno does see him around but it’s mostly because he goes and bugs Anna because Anna loves him and is also Russian so she tells him which session the guy is auditing. She tells him not to bother him because the guy is recovering from a serious head injury and using the class to help him with his spatial awareness. Geno’s not great at listening though.

The guy says his name is Sid and Geno sits next to him in the quad and they draw together. Geno is actually a sculptor at heart, but he tends to spend a lot of his time drawing so it’s not a hardship to sit with Sid who is funny and sweet.

It takes a few times for Geno to realize that Sid is Sidney Crosby of the Penguins and he’s taking the class to help recover from the concussion he suffered that winter. By then, Geno considers Sid a friend and makes sure he stops drawing when his forehead gets wrinkled and his eyes are pinched.

Geno shares an apartment with both Sashas and little Zhenya. Everyone is an artist so there is a lot of mess and art supplies everywhere. Only little Zhenya cooks and he only cooks Russian food and macaroni and cheese. Sid loves it though and he spends whatever free time Geno has there with him.

Sasha tells him they are dating like high school children and it is fascinating to watch. Both Sashas like to sit in the kitchen eating little Zhenya’s food and pretend to work on homework while Sid and Geno listen to hockey and work on line drawings.

Sid kisses Geno on the day he’s allowed to skate for the first time after the concussion. It’s quick and soft and Sid steals the kiss when he’s leaning over to steal Geno’s eraser. Geno stares at him in surprise before taking Sid’s face in his hands and kissing him for real.

“I have an apartment,” Sid says haltingly one day. Little Zhenya is lounging on his bed on the other side of the room Geno shares with him. He’s got headphones on, but he’s still in the same room as Sid and Geno while they’re trying to make out. “I don’t just live with Mario and his family. We could go there.”

“Oh,” Geno’s eyes widen. “No roommates?”

Sid shakes his head. “I mean, that’s why I’m living at their house right now. Because I live alone.”

“Yes. We go there. Can we go now?”

Sid shrugs and looks over at where Little Zhenya is bopping along to his music. “If you want.”

Geno scrambles to his feet, pulling Sid along. “I’m pack a bag. So much privacy, Sid. I’m blow you on the couch.”

“I hear that,” Little Zhenya says from his bed. “You so gross, Zhenya.”

“Fuck you,” Geno says good-naturedly. “I see you fuck Nastya in the kitchen.”

“Oh my god,” Sid groans, hiding his face. “I’ll go get the car started.”

Sid doesn’t audit any other classes. He’s not actually very good at drawing and he doesn’t really have any desire to paint or sculpt. But he likes to curl up on the couch next to Geno with a sketchpad and doodle little hockey players. When he starts playing again, he keeps a sketchpad in his carry on bag and keeps it up. It’s relaxing and he likes how it gets him out of his head.

Geno is head over heels in love with him. He’s so busy himself with his classes and his final project for his senior year but he can’t help but notice that Sid is drawing plans for houses and all of them have a hockey rink and a huge studio.

The playoffs are awful for the Penguins and the series against the Flyers is just so bad. Sid’s temper is razor thin and everyone is a mess and they get booted early. Geno’s not sure what he’s supposed to do especially when he’s spending 12 hours a day locked in his studio trying to finish his sculptures.

Sid’s emotional and angry and he shows up at Geno’s studio in a rage. He yells, not at Geno, but in general, shouts out all of his frustration of the last year, his concussion, how bad hockey was. Geno lets him and carefully chisels away at bits of stone.

When Sid is done, he collapses on the floor and Geno sits next to him, gathering him in his arms and holding him close.

“I love you,” Geno murmurs, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You do better next year. I know you will.”

Sid nods, his face buried in Geno’s neck. He clutches tightly, his breath still coming in short pants. Geno runs his dusty hand through Sid’s curls, rocking him in the small, cramped studio. He can’t make it better. He can’t change how the playoffs went.

But he can do this.

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14 and 54? 😍

Bodyguard AU/Secret Relationship AU

There was a pretty uncomfortable incident with a fan when Sid was only 19 and Geno appeared not long after. He was tall and intimidating looking. And he stuck to Sid like glue.

He even went on road trips, trailing the group, sticking close at clubs. He watched games from the tunnel, not because Sid was in danger at games, but because he enjoyed hockey and hated to watch it from the box. Dana didn’t mind giving him things to do on game day so that he wasn’t underfoot.

So he was Sid’s bodyguard, Dana’s errand boy, Flower’s co-conspirator, and friends with all the players and staff on the team.

And not actually Sid’s bodyguard.

He was his boyfriend who thought it would be a good idea to pretend to be his bodyguard for like a month or two to get the fans off Sid’s back but then it kind of stuck. So he got actual bodyguard training and could protect Sid if needed. His mother despaired of him.

To be fair it seemed like a good idea when he was 20 and Sid was scared of leaving the hotel with the team much less by himself. Spend time with his boyfriend, pretend to be his bodyguard, travel the country, watch a lot of hockey. Only Mario would know the truth.

Five years later they were still doing it and Mario was still shaking his head when he saw Geno get on the plane in his bodyguard outfit even though he knew that Geno and Sid probably drove from their house arguing about whose turn it was to go grocery shopping when they got back from the road trip (It was Sid’s).

One of these days, Sid was going to have to tell the truth.

Sooner rather than later since Geno proposed and Sid said yes.

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Week Five - Magic

Elemental Users Geno and Sid for the @sidgeno-fluff-fest

(Now on AO3)

One is fiery and passionate and the other is cool and controlled but both know there's more to each other than that.

[cakemakethme]

Week one: BAKING

Baker Sid for the @sidgeno-fluff-fest

(Now on AO3)

“Oh hey Geno!” Sid says as a blush spreads across his smiling face, “I’m almost done. I just have to clean up some stuff before I close up shop.”

Sid turns back around and places the pineapple upside down cake onto the counter before shyly looking back at Geno.

And if Geno wasn’t already in love with Sid… “Is okay Sid, have lot of time before we have to go to pick up game.”

“um.. did you want to help me out maybe?” Sid asks “Between the two of us it would go much faster?”

Geno would move the sun and moon for Sid if he asked him.

He sighs and laughs “You just make me do all the work. I know this your secret Sid!”

Sid blushes again and starts protesting, his laughter giving way how much he wasn’t offended. “Haha! You got me G!”

Geno steps right up to Sid and looks down at him, his eyes soft with fondness.

He can do this.

“Im have you Sid?” Geno gently cups his hand around Sids jaw. He hears Sid take a shuddering breath.

Sid looks back, eyes wide and hopeful “Yes.” he sighs out “Always Geno.”

“Then you have me too Sid” Geno leans down and finds out that kissing Sid is just as sweet as he imagined.