#yes i re-read my own fics. why? i forget everything ive written as soon as ive finished so its like getting to read a fresh fic that i know

[dervampireprince]

when you read your own than/ares fic and remember how much you love ares unexpectedly being soft and insecure and he's afraid of hurting than, whereas than's just been staring at ares arms all day and can't stop thinking about getting fisted and how full he'd feel and asks ares and ares is so concerned that he's going to hurt thanatos but they prepare thanatos well and he takes ares fist and ares just watching in awe that someone trusts him this much to want and have his hands that have wrought so much inside of them. so yeah just those thoughts going around in my head while I'm sick.

[dni minors, dni blogs that have no 18+ age listed in their bio]

#you guys happy to see me posting nsft writings again only for it to be my rare pairs because im sick? welll being sick has made me able to d #do little else other than think and boy ive been having ideas akhsgdkagd #yes i re-read my own fics. why? i forget everything ive written as soon as ive finished so its like getting to read a fresh fic that i know #doesnt have any triggrs or things id find uncomfortable with it #case in point of how much i forget: i found a fic id written for myself (you can just do that you know. make stuff for yourself and not pos #it) and id not only forgotten the contents of it BUT FORGOTTEN THAT ID WRITTEN IT AT ALL #i saw krolock self insert in ym writing folder like huh no i never wrote one of those. and even after reading it im like... i still have no #memory of doing this but clearly i did alright then #thanares #nsft concept #nsft writing #thanatos x ares #the vampire writes #mlm nsft

[nomorelonelydays]

Sidgeno Mermaid AU anon fic

(Again, not written by me, but by the same anon who wrote the Sidgeno actor AU!)

[Chapter 1/?] >>

It happens against The Flyers. Because of course it does.

He knows as soon as his knee hits the board that he’s not skating off the ice.

He knows he’s not going to be skating again.

The trainer kneels next to him with a careful hand on his arm and starts asking questions.

He didn’t hit his head. He can move his toes. His back feels fine.

“You’re gonna be fine, G,” Tanger says when he skates up to him.

The arena is so silent that he’s sure the whole crowd can hear him when he says “that’s it.”

“Yeah,” Tanger says, “don’t worry, we got this.”

“No,” Geno tells him through a hiss of pain as he’s helped onto the stretcher. Kuni stands on one side and Horny on the other. “That’s it. I’m done.”

*

The hospital room is dark and warm when he wakes up from surgery.

There are city lights outside the window light the room enough for him to see his parents in the chairs across from him.

They’re slouched down and leaning towards each other.

His mother is going to have an achy neck when she wakes up.

Geno presses his head against the pillow and look away. The cotton is cool against his face and the brace on his leg is bulky beneath the sheets.

He’s not in any pain and he’s sure that has to do with whatever is slowly dripping into the IV that’s in his arm.

He shuts his eyes and tries not to think about anything until he falls asleep.

*

The doctors tell him it’s going to take time but there’s a chance that he’ll be able to walk without a noticeable limp.

When his parents are told he’s not going to skate again his mother presses her hand over her mouth and his father leaves the room so no one will see the tears that are welling up in his eyes.

“You’ll come home,”  his mother says with hand on his shoulder. “You’ll come back home.”

Geno doesn’t say anything.

The front office expects him to stay.

They made it clear they’re not turning their backs on him, they’re not forgetting him.

There’s always a place for you here.

The fans want him to take over for Mario.

They're leaving piles and piles of flowers and get well notes and stuffed animals against the gate at the end of his driveway.

It's like he died.

To the fans he might as well have.

*

He misses the statement that Jim reads.

“It was pretty moving,” Tanger says as he drops a few more magazines on the bed.

He hasn't turned on the TV or picked up the newspaper that the nurse leaves on his tray.

All he has are the magazines Tanger has swiped from the waiting room.

“So.” Tanger sits on the edge of the bed, careful of the brace and folds his hands together. “What are you going to do?”

“Don't know,” he says and picks up a battered Better Homes and Gardens from ‘97. He flips to one of the dog eared pages and starts to read about a small fishing village off the coast of Nova Scotia.

Tanger looks like he wants to say something but Geno gives him a look, the same look he used to give him on the ice when he was ready for a fight and he sighs and opens a National Geographic from 2004.

*

The snow is starting to melt by the time Geno is walking without a crutch.

The public hasn't seen or heard from him for months but the team tells the media he's doing well.

They wear a C on their jersey for him during warm ups and Tanger, Kunitz, and Phil wear the A’s during the game.

He only knows that because his mother tells him between begging him to come home.

He looks down at the article about the Canadian village in the magazine that he swiped from the hospital and says goodbye to his mother.

Then he lets himself go online for the first time in months.

*

The house is a disaster.

It's been sitting abandoned for six years and without the upkeep it’s fallen into disrepair.

Geno likes that though. He likes looking at this broken thing and seeing the potential. It needs paint and the railings on the wraparound deck look like they’re loose. He doubts the front steps will hold much weight and the cabinets in the kitchen should be sanded and re-stained.

It’s going to be a project but he nothing but time now.

This house will be a fresh start. Something new and all his own.

When he calls his real estate agent to make an offer she thinks he's kidding.

“Why laugh? No joke. Make an offer.”

“Mr. Malkin. This is not- I can't. You haven't even seen the place in person.”

“Don't have to. I want it.”

“We are looking at the same house, aren't we? You sent me the right link?”

He understands why she’s questioning it.

“Yes, yes, I double check. Now make offer or I find someone else to.”

She sighs but says “I think they're asking too much. I can get it down another ten grand.”

“Add ten grand to the price. Want this house.”

“Evgeni.”

“I find someone else.”

There's a long stretch of silence and then “I'll make the call.”

“Put my house on market too. Won't need two.”

“Mr. Malkin-.”

He hangs up on her.

*

The agent meets him at the house.

Her arms are crossed tight against her chest and she’s tapping her foot.

She hands him the keys with a shake of her head.

“The keys are symbolic. The front door is off it’s hinges.”

He rubs his hand against the door frame. A splinter lodges itself into his palm. “Is fine.”

She heaves another sigh and pushes her way in. “Welcome home.”

Geno has to catch the door before it falls to the ground.

“When are the rest of your things arriving?” She asks as she steps over a hole in the floorboards.

Geno drops his bag to the floor. “This it.”

She blinks at him. Everything that didn’t fit in his bag will be donated or auctioned off for charity.

“You don’t have any furniture?”

“Can get some in town. If not I order online and get it shipped.”

She smiles and Geno can see right through it. “I’m glad you have a plan. You’re going to need to call the cable company to get you set up with phone and internet. I have their number for you. I also looked into a plumber and someone to check the wiring.”

“I can do that.”

“You can check the wiring?”

“Can read online. Figure it out.” He shrugs one shoulder and tests the knobs on the gas stove in the kitchen. “Maybe watch youtube video.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose. “I was going to tell you I could still get you out of this but it seems like you have your heart set.”

“This good for me up here. Is fun.”

“Getting electrocuted is going to be fun for you?”

“I tell you. Watch youtube, be fine.”

He smiles and leans against the old kitchen table that was left behind. It creaks beneath his weight.

*

He makes a list of things he needs to do on a piece of newspaper is finds in the bedroom.

He needs furniture, paint, lumber.

Tomorrow he’ll have to find food. At least the fridge seems to work. It’s one small blessing.

The stove seems to work as well and he unearths a pot from beneath the kitchen sink and waits patiently for it to boil.

All he has is his travel thermos and he makes a note on the newspaper to buy mugs ASAP.

He sits on the uneven porch steps and dips the tea bag in and out of the water as he toes off his shoes and his socks and rubs the arch of his foot over the smooth rocks at the bottom of the steps and the sand that’s worked it’s way between them.

The tea isn’t nearly as strong as he likes it but it’ll do for now.

He rubs his knee like that’s going to take the ache from it and tries not to worry about the mess he probably just gotten himself into.

His skin feels tacky from the salt that hangs in the air. It feels like he’s swimming in it.

He leans his elbow back against the top steps and watches the sun dip below the horizon. It paints a strip of orange across the water.

Offshore about twenty feet something breaches the water right in the middle of the light. It floats there for a moment and Geno leans forward again, like the extra inches will make the figure clearer.

A head and shoulders.

Geno blinks and it’s gone. No splash or ripples on the water beyond the surf.

It’s getting late and he’s had a long day. He’s getting tired and seeing things.

Getting up from the low steps is a challenge but he does it while only swearing a half a dozen times.

Before he goes in for the night he looks over his shoulder at the water and swears he sees a flash of a tail.

#sidgeno #mermaid au #anon fic