2 Short Flyers Fics
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2minsforslashingReal quick, before I start with the stories...I'm dedicating these two little ficlets to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tinydancermags (who actually doesn't know about this, so surprise!) because 1) She totally missed Jeff getting hit with the puck Saturday night, thus causing her to miss the cutest Richie/Jeff moment ever, and 2) because she's experiencing great sadness from our poor baby Luca being sent back down to Lethbridge. Hope these make you feel better!
TITLE: "Comfort"
BY:exigencyexit
FANDOM: NHL
TEAM(S): Philadelphia Flyers
PAIRING(S): Mike Richards/Jeff Carter
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Only thing true about this story is the fact that Jeff did get hit with the puck during Saturday night's game and Richie's gesture afterwards also happened, but everything else following that is soooo fake.
WARNINGS: Extreme fluff. Boy love. Some language.
SUMMARY: Richie does what he can to take Jeff's pain away.
CREDIT: Saturday night's game against St. Louis Blues and actual events that happened.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I know, I know...Rewards. Blah blah blah. Bite me. Grrr....I'm working on it! Sigh. ENJOY! *Not edited.
You felt it as soon as it happened, and the world started spinning. Not much to see, as tears threatening to fall started to blur your vision, and your hurried off the ice before you made it look worse than what it was. The puck stayed on the ice, laughing at you, your own teammate's jaw dropped in worry. He didn't mean it, you know that, you just took one for the fucking team who was losing anyway.
The trainer handed you a towel and you started blinking your eyes. It was sweat, you told yourself, not tears, and you wiped your face. You felt warm hands on your neck, pressing against the spot, the spot where the puck hit and it fucking hurt. You winced in pain, held back a cry, and tore your helmet off. You dropped it on the floor, lost the towel with it, and bending over to pick it up you felt a hand on you back. Two pats, two pats to let you know it was okay, and you looked up to Richie's body skating away from the bench.
The world was still spinning, but you pushed yourself to get back on the ice when Coach asked if you were okay to play. It didn't matter; you could have sat on the bench, watched the clock tick down. It was four to zero, nothing mattered. But you didn't want to look like a coward, not in front of the team, so you pushed yourself and you lost the fucking game anyway.
The hotel room felt good, the bed felt even better. You pressed an ice pack to your neck and closed your eyes. Sighing, you let your breathing calm down as you tried to stop yourself from throwing up. The world was still spinning. What the fuck was wrong with you?
You felt the bed dip and he was coming towards you, a look on his face you didn't see until a hand was placed against your cheek and you opened your eyes. You saw concern, worry, love somewhere lost in there. He wanted to ask you that inevitable question, but he bit his tongue and just sat next to you instead.
"Lemme see," he whispered, and you allowed him to pull the ice pack away to see the bruise slowly forming on your neck. It stung a little when he touched it, but when his lips replaced his fingertips it felt good. You had closed your eyes again when the stinging started but now, as his lips pressed gently and drew the pain away, your eyes were opened and staring at the ceiling. His face came into view, he smiled, you smiled. A tear you could have sworn didn't exist fell down your cheek and the soft pad of his thumb brushed it away.
The pain had subdued, the recent lost distant from your mind, and the world had finally stopped spinning.
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FANDOM: NHL
TEAM(S): Philadelphia Flyers
PAIRING(S): Luca Sbisa/Andrew Alberts
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: Well, Luca did get sent back down to Lethbridge, but how he said his goodbye to Albie? I have no clue. All fake.
WARNINGS: Boys kissing. If you are a Luca fan, this may cause you to weep, just a little bit. Maybe.
SUMMARY: Albie watched Luca pack the rest of his season away.
CREDIT: Fuckin' Homer, you're just lucky you didn't trade Joff or Scottie. Sigh.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I swear, I'm still thinking about those rewards...ENJOY! *Not edited.
Albie watched Luca, eyes pinned to him, every move the rookie made never going unseen. He sat on a bench, opposite side of the locker room, as Luca packed the rest of his season into one duffle bag. Pictures, shirts, gear, anything that filled his locker was now packed away and ready to move. There was almost an eriee silence that filled the place, almost like they were afraid to say anything because saying something would actually make it real. Neither one wanted it to be real, just to except the fact of what Luca was doing and what Albie couldn't do to stop him.
The last item was placed in the bag and the zipper pulled shut. Luca sighed and closed his eyes, and for the last time standing in that room until god knows when, grabbed his bag and tossed it on his shoulder. Albie was standing there, inches from his face, almost too close when Luca turned to leave. Their eyes connected, trying to say something, anything that allowed this goodbye to last longer.
"I'll miss you."
"Yeah, I'll miss you too."
Albie cupped Luca's face in his right hand and brought their lips to meet, briefly, before allowing a small smile to form on his face. "I promise, once you get sent back up, whether it be this season or next, I'll gladly be the one to reward you for your first goal."
Luca smiled now, blushing a little. "Thanks." They kissed one last time, and then Luca walked out, not looking behind, only looking forward. Albie dropped his head and sighed, staring at the floor. He fought tears, god dammit, hockey players don't cry, and instead kicked the nearest bench. He wasn't happy, but he would get over it. Luca would be back eventually. While nothing was ever a sure thing, he was sure he would keep his promise.
tinydancermags (who actually doesn't know about this, so surprise!) because 1) She totally missed Jeff getting hit with the puck Saturday night, thus causing her to miss the cutest Richie/Jeff moment ever, and 2) because she's experiencing great sadness from our poor baby Luca being sent back down to Lethbridge. Hope these make you feel better! TITLE: "Comfort"
BY:
exigencyexitFANDOM: NHL
TEAM(S): Philadelphia Flyers
PAIRING(S): Mike Richards/Jeff Carter
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Only thing true about this story is the fact that Jeff did get hit with the puck during Saturday night's game and Richie's gesture afterwards also happened, but everything else following that is soooo fake.
WARNINGS: Extreme fluff. Boy love. Some language.
SUMMARY: Richie does what he can to take Jeff's pain away.
CREDIT: Saturday night's game against St. Louis Blues and actual events that happened.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I know, I know...Rewards. Blah blah blah. Bite me. Grrr....I'm working on it! Sigh. ENJOY! *Not edited.
You felt it as soon as it happened, and the world started spinning. Not much to see, as tears threatening to fall started to blur your vision, and your hurried off the ice before you made it look worse than what it was. The puck stayed on the ice, laughing at you, your own teammate's jaw dropped in worry. He didn't mean it, you know that, you just took one for the fucking team who was losing anyway.
The trainer handed you a towel and you started blinking your eyes. It was sweat, you told yourself, not tears, and you wiped your face. You felt warm hands on your neck, pressing against the spot, the spot where the puck hit and it fucking hurt. You winced in pain, held back a cry, and tore your helmet off. You dropped it on the floor, lost the towel with it, and bending over to pick it up you felt a hand on you back. Two pats, two pats to let you know it was okay, and you looked up to Richie's body skating away from the bench.
The world was still spinning, but you pushed yourself to get back on the ice when Coach asked if you were okay to play. It didn't matter; you could have sat on the bench, watched the clock tick down. It was four to zero, nothing mattered. But you didn't want to look like a coward, not in front of the team, so you pushed yourself and you lost the fucking game anyway.
The hotel room felt good, the bed felt even better. You pressed an ice pack to your neck and closed your eyes. Sighing, you let your breathing calm down as you tried to stop yourself from throwing up. The world was still spinning. What the fuck was wrong with you?
You felt the bed dip and he was coming towards you, a look on his face you didn't see until a hand was placed against your cheek and you opened your eyes. You saw concern, worry, love somewhere lost in there. He wanted to ask you that inevitable question, but he bit his tongue and just sat next to you instead.
"Lemme see," he whispered, and you allowed him to pull the ice pack away to see the bruise slowly forming on your neck. It stung a little when he touched it, but when his lips replaced his fingertips it felt good. You had closed your eyes again when the stinging started but now, as his lips pressed gently and drew the pain away, your eyes were opened and staring at the ceiling. His face came into view, he smiled, you smiled. A tear you could have sworn didn't exist fell down your cheek and the soft pad of his thumb brushed it away.
The pain had subdued, the recent lost distant from your mind, and the world had finally stopped spinning.
TITLE: "Goodbye"
BY:
exigencyexit FANDOM: NHL
TEAM(S): Philadelphia Flyers
PAIRING(S): Luca Sbisa/Andrew Alberts
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: Well, Luca did get sent back down to Lethbridge, but how he said his goodbye to Albie? I have no clue. All fake.
WARNINGS: Boys kissing. If you are a Luca fan, this may cause you to weep, just a little bit. Maybe.
SUMMARY: Albie watched Luca pack the rest of his season away.
CREDIT: Fuckin' Homer, you're just lucky you didn't trade Joff or Scottie. Sigh.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I swear, I'm still thinking about those rewards...ENJOY! *Not edited.
Albie watched Luca, eyes pinned to him, every move the rookie made never going unseen. He sat on a bench, opposite side of the locker room, as Luca packed the rest of his season into one duffle bag. Pictures, shirts, gear, anything that filled his locker was now packed away and ready to move. There was almost an eriee silence that filled the place, almost like they were afraid to say anything because saying something would actually make it real. Neither one wanted it to be real, just to except the fact of what Luca was doing and what Albie couldn't do to stop him.
The last item was placed in the bag and the zipper pulled shut. Luca sighed and closed his eyes, and for the last time standing in that room until god knows when, grabbed his bag and tossed it on his shoulder. Albie was standing there, inches from his face, almost too close when Luca turned to leave. Their eyes connected, trying to say something, anything that allowed this goodbye to last longer.
"I'll miss you."
"Yeah, I'll miss you too."
Albie cupped Luca's face in his right hand and brought their lips to meet, briefly, before allowing a small smile to form on his face. "I promise, once you get sent back up, whether it be this season or next, I'll gladly be the one to reward you for your first goal."
Luca smiled now, blushing a little. "Thanks." They kissed one last time, and then Luca walked out, not looking behind, only looking forward. Albie dropped his head and sighed, staring at the floor. He fought tears, god dammit, hockey players don't cry, and instead kicked the nearest bench. He wasn't happy, but he would get over it. Luca would be back eventually. While nothing was ever a sure thing, he was sure he would keep his promise.
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Date: 2009-02-03 09:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-04 06:23 pm (UTC)Trust me, we are all gonna miss Luca :( And I'm glad you liked the Luca/Albie pairing...we didn't plan on them being such a big hit lol
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Date: 2009-02-03 09:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-04 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-03 10:08 pm (UTC)*hugs Luca*You'll be back before you know it. I just know it.
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Date: 2009-02-03 10:37 pm (UTC)Grrr. Stupid work making me miss Richie/Jeff moments. Ouch.
I'm sorry for not being very coherent. I think my brain is broken. Luca's gone, Albie is sad, Jeff is all ouchie, Richie is worried and OMG can our hockey players please stop being all full of fail?! That's our job!! I think what I'm trying to say is that I adore these, thank you so much for writing them! <3
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Date: 2009-02-04 06:27 pm (UTC)You're welcome! You know what I want in return *ahemGagsClaude???ahem* Wait, what? Hehe ;)
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Date: 2009-02-04 06:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-05 01:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-05 01:40 am (UTC)I'm working on it, woman! Be patient!
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Date: 2009-02-04 02:34 am (UTC)I swear my friends would kill you if they knew! Haha. :D
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Date: 2009-02-04 06:29 pm (UTC)Glad you liked them! You watching the game tonight? They are playing the Bruins (you probably knew that lol) and thankfully, I get to watch the game too.
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Date: 2009-02-04 11:57 pm (UTC)Yep, obviously :D. Sorry to say though, I'll most definitely be rooting for the B's. They are my first loves after all. :D :D But I'm probably going to miss the first period at least which sucks. Bah.
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Date: 2009-02-04 03:24 am (UTC)Absolute perfection.
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Date: 2009-02-04 06:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-04 06:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-05 02:56 am (UTC)I tried not to cry reading the one with Luca & Andrew..I'm glad Luca's being so positive about it though I was heartbroken when I found out. Anyways, great writing! It perfectly captured the mood that I'm sure we're all feeling about the situation. I got tingles when I saw the Luca & Albie pairing again lol I'm really digging them together.