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Gotham Preference - They Find Out You’re Alive

Requested by @bitweird1Could you do a preference for what the Gotham villians would react like if they thought you died but then they discover you didn’t? Including Sid and Nancy?

A/N: Heyo, I’m guessing by Sid and Nancy you mean Bruce and Selina? I’m gonna go with that cause that’s the only time I’ve seen the term used in this fandom XD Correct me if I’m wrong. Also, sorry for taking so damn long to do this. I’m a mess.

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Calloused Hands & Warm Hearts

based on @honeycombhenry BEAUTIFUL artwork. 


It’s a warm day in mid-September when Geno meets Sid for the first time.

Geno trips over nothing at the sight of him and slaps his hand against the side of the fruit stand to steady himself and fumbles the basket of apples he’s carrying.

It tips over when it hits the ground and honeycrisps go rolling everywhere.

Geno swears under his breath and bends down to pick them up as he curses his luck.

He’s usually better than this. He climbs up and down ladders picking apples all day and has never missed a step.

One brief look at a handsome man has him stumbling all over himself.

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Sid the Kid - Sidney Crosby #1

Originally posted by knifeshoeoreofight

about/request: Can you please do a Sidney Crosby imagine where you guys had a kid together but he didn’t know until a few years later when your young son becomes known for his amazing hockey skills at a young age.

warnings: cursing, talk about pregnancy and baby stuff 

authors note: i really liked this despite my personal dislike for crosby also you’re kinda lucky i did it so soon but i had kid muse, hope you liked it!! 

word count: 1102

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Twins – Sidney Crosby

Originally posted by captainsid

A/N: Thank you to everyone who sent in a request, I love you all for that! @had-to-skjei-it and I are currently working on the requests that were sent it, so if this one wasn’t yours, just know that we are working on it! This is the first imagine I wrote that was requested so I tried my hardest to include everything asked for! I had a hard time selecting names, but finally came up with something… I hope you like it!! ✌️️

Anon Request: Can you write a Sidney crosby imagine where you’re married to him and you’re expecting twins and you’re currently weeks away from giving birth. The night of the second to last game of Stanley cup series you go into labor.. and there’s a minute left into the 3rd period of the game when it’s decided that it’s time to push and one of your family members desperately tries to reach Sidney and then 5-10 mins later Sidney comes barging in still in his uniform. 

Warnings: one swear word 

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“And after a long, hard fought battle, the Pittsburgh Penguins are moving on to face the Nashville Predators in the Stanley Cup final,” the TV announcer said, but you were too busy celebrating. The second the final siren sounded, you rose to your feet and danced around as much as your pregnant belly would allow you to.

“You hear that boys? Daddy’s gonna win his third Stanley Cup!” You said softly to your belly, placing your hands on either side so you could feel each of the boys. Cheerful feet kicked against your hands, making you laugh.

Before you could sit back down, your phone rang, taking you to you and Sid’s shared bedroom. Plopping down on the bed, you picked up your phone and answered the call.

“O Captain! My Captain!” you said making Sid laugh.

“Hey (Y/N),” he replied. You couldn’t see him but you were almost positive he was blushing.

“The boys and I are so happy for you!” You said cheerfully.

“Thank you, but enough about me… how are you feeling? Any contractions? Did your water break? Are you going into labor now?” Sid asked.

Ever since you hit the 7 month mark Sid had been worrying about you non-stop. He would constantly call you while he was away to make sure you hadn’t gone into labor without him. He even called your sister in from Cole Harbour so someone would always be with you in case you did go into labor when he was away.

“Babe, you’re going to the Stanley Cup final for the second year in a row and you’re worried about me?” you asked with a small giggle.

“(Y/N), you’re about ready to pop and I’m still at the rink. Of course I’m worried about you!” Sid said.

“I’m not due for another two weeks. You should have the Nashville Predators swept by then and you’ll be there for the birth of your boys,” you assured Sid. In all honesty, you were terrified Sid wouldn’t be able to be at the hospital with you but you never let that show, it would only make Sid more worried and stressed.

“Just making sure… I should be home in an hour tops, but don’t wait up for me, ok?” Sid asked.

“Ok, we love you,” you said.

“I love you too, all three of you,” Sid said.

“Bye,” you said, a smile crossing you lips. You ended the call and fell back on the bed, getting comfortable in the mountain of pillows and blankets you had piled on the bed.

Even with the lights on, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. Catering to the needs and cravings of twins took a lot out of a person.


You wanted to attend Game 5 of the Stanley Final, but Sid declared that you weren’t fit to travel. You tried to make it a point that you were only driving down the street to the PPG Paints Arena but Sid’s decision stood. He may have had a point with ‘you’re gonna give birth any day now’, but you still wanted to support you husband and the rest of his team. Plus, you were already dressed and ready to go by 5pm.

Sadly, Sid wasn’t convinced, so here you were at home, on the couch in an over sized Crosby jersey with your sister, (Y/S/N) sitting next to you. As nice as it would have been to be at the arena, you weren’t complaining about being home. You and your sister were having a good time together.

All was going well until an hour before puck drop. You started getting sharp pains in your stomach which caused you to sit up, hissing in pain.

“You ok?” (Y/S/N) asked. She got up off the couch and was crouching next to you in a matter of seconds.

“I’m fine,” you insisted but the fluid that dripped into the floor said otherwise.

“Your water just broke! (Y/N), you’re going into labor!” (Y/S/N) said in a panic.

“Calm down, (Y/S/N). My bag is already in the car, I just have to get there,” you said.

You got up off the couch and threw on a pair of slides that were close to the door. (Y/S/N) helped you waddle out to the car, and helped you into the passenger seat before she climbed into the drivers seat and drove you to the hospital.

With the way your sister was driving, it was a surprise you were able to get to the hospital in one piece. You had called Sid in the car but he didn’t answer so you left a message for him while going through a contraction.

Once inside the hospital, nurses rushed you to a room and got you into a gown. Before climbing into the bed, you draped your jersey over the back of the chair, earning a look from your sister.

“Seriously?” she asked placing her hands in her hips.

“What? I still gotta support the team,” you shrugged. 

“Get into bed,” you sister ordered. You waddled over to the hospital bed and got comfortable. “Did you try calling Sid?”

“Yeah, but he didn’t answer,” you said.


The next four hours were agonizing! You refused the epidural injection, wanting to go all natural but as the fourth hour of labor hit, you regretted your decision greatly. While you were going through your contractions, your sister was right by your side trying to get a hold of Sid but didn’t answer.

Last you heard, you were 8-9cm dilated but you were extremely caught up in the game. It was amazing what people did to avoid arguing with an angry pregnant woman.

At first, you were pretty laid back about Sid not being at the hospital with you for the first phase of labor but as the end of the game got closer, your contractions got closer together and more difficult to get through. A nurse remained in the room, monitoring your dilation and talking you through your breathing techniques because Sid wasn’t there to do so.

The game clock couldn’t move any slower, the seconds slowly counting down the final minute.

“Alright (Y/N), your next contraction is gonna be a big one,” the nurse said. 

“Ok,” you said without taking your eyes away from the TV. 

“I want you to push during the next contraction,” the nurse instructed. You sat up in your bed and looked over at the nurse in one motion.

“What?!” You shouted. A doctor and another nurse enter the room, your sister got up from her chair.

“It’s time to push,” the nurse said.

“No! There’s less than a minute left in the game! And my HUSBAND’S not here yet!” you said angrily. You turned to your sister, a worried look on her face. “Call Sid again and tell him to get his hockey loving ass to the hospital or I will throttle him with his skate laces!”

Your sister didn’t think twice about following your command, she immediately unlocked her phone and called Sid. Your mood swings had two settings: lets cuddle on the couch all day or I will ruin your life in two seconds. There was no in between, and the second one almost always got you what you wanted.

“Alright, (Y/N). Push,” the doctor instructed. No matter how much you wanted to just wait, you couldn’t… the boys were ready to come out now and they didn’t wanna wait.


Ten minutes after you began pushing, the door to the hospital room flew open. Opening your eyes, you saw your husband had finally arrived… in full uniform, skates and all.

He immediately rushed over to the side of your bed, placing a kiss on your sweaty head. He slipped his glove off and held your hand, letting you squeeze at tightly as you needed.

“I’m here, baby. You’re doing great, (Y/N),” Sid coached.

“How did you drive in skates?” you asked.

“I didn’t. The media guy had a car ready for when we came off the ice,” Sid said.

“We?” you asked.

“Flower, Geno, and Horny are in the waiting room,” Sid said with a small laugh.

“The poor souls out there that have to smell all that,” you joked. Your laugh was quickly cut off by a sharp pain which sent Sid into near panic. He began coaching you through the rest of the birth, occasionally placing kisses to your head and hand.


You were absolutely exhausted, the actual birth stage only lasted a half hour but it was exhausting. The nurses had cleaned off your new born baby boys, and returned them wrapped in blankets with small Penguins hats on their heads.

You looked up at Sid, a large smile on your face as you held both babies in your arms.

“So, which one will be drafted first overall? Will it be Geno Peter Crosby, or Sidney Patrick Crosby Jr.?” you asked softly. Sid let out a chuckle and placed a kiss on your head.

“I’ll work some of my Crosby magic and make sure they get drafted together,” Sid said. 

“They’re gonna be hockey stars just like their daddy,” you said softly.

“Ok, I need you both to look at me. We need a Crosby family photo,” (Y/S/N) said. She stood at the foot of the hospital bed with her phone raised.

“Too bad we have to take pictures while you’re rocking that terrible playoff beard,” you teased.

zashamalkin  asked:

Scarfs

Geno’s booth is still empty at 6:30.

Sid bites at his thumbnail and frets.

He’s usually here by now, holding coffee and looking sleepy and ruffled and unpacking his hand knitted scarves and mittens as he asks Sid about his latest crop of apples or pumpkins from across the aisle, slowly getting more animated as the caffeine kicks in.

By the time the market opens at seven he’s completely awake and ready to greet the public with a warm smile and fights off the chill on even the coldest of mornings.

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evgeni malkin // jealousy

requested by @price-devant-la-cage

warnings: alcohol

who: evgeni malkin x reader

premise: you, sid and geno are all at a bar when your ex walks in and geno gets protective

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The whole thing was incredibly awkward already. The three of you, your twin brother, Sidney Crosby, his best friend Evgeni Malkin aka Geno, and you were all squeezed together in a too small booth, sipping on overpriced, fruity cocktails. Normally, that would be fine, but today, things were different.

Last night, as you were over at your brother’s house, you had drunkenly confessed to him that you were sort of in love with Geno. The next morning, when Sidney called you, you half expected him to make fun of you as he normally did, but instead he told you that Geno liked you too, he just was too shy to say anything, so he was going to play matchmaker. You wanted to scream “no”, but before you could retaliate, Sid was already forcing you to get drinks that night with just him and Geno. You assumed that it wouldn’t be too bad. You assumed wrong.

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anonymous asked:

hey- i dont know if this is too late for prompts but the cheiloproclitic reminded me of sid and geno (also i love ur writing so much!!)

nothing’s later than my answering of this prompt; oops. 

read it here on AO3 / prompt me here because I’m running out of prompts and i’m gonna try to write a fic after every other game (and yes i know i’m already late on this one but consider: I’m A Fool and a Fraud.) 


Cheiloproclitic – Being attracted to someone’s lips.


There were a few constants of the universe, Zhenya knew: the earth goes around the run, always. Water was wet, always.

Sidney Crosby had kissable fucking lips, always.

That last one, though still a constant, never stopped being fucking devastating to Zhenya whenever the realization hit him again. It was always at the worst times, too: when they were on the ice after a goal, when Sid’s lips were parted and panting or curled into a smile, or during an interview together when he was wearing a little makeup and they looked glossy, and Zhenya would just be struck with the sudden need to kiss him- he never did, of course, but it was a very powerful show of will that he managed it.

Today, he thought, had maybe been the most impressive exercise of his will yet; if he didn’t know Sid better, he’d think the man had a personal fucking vendetta against him today.

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creatures-of-narrative  asked:

How did Single Dad sid meet Famous Hockey Player Geno, anyway? Oh man, was it through the little penguins program? Or at a signing at a sporting goods store? Sid saved so carefully so little Avery could have have some gear (he wants to skate so, so bad) and finally he has enough and also a day off that he can take Avery in to have his tiny skates fitted. When he gets to the store there are people everywhere, and Evgeni Malkin is doing a signing and Avery is just starry eyed (1/2)

(2/2) when they get to the table where Geno is wearing out Sharpies, Avery can barely see over it but he hands Geno one of his new skates and solemnly informs him that if he signs it it’ll be lucky and maybe he’ll skate “super fast” just like Geno. And before Sidney can stop him Avery tells Geno how his dad saved and saved and how awesome his dad is and Geno is so charmed and he looks up to smile politely at the great dad of this adorable child and nearly chokes on his own tongue b/c PRETTY

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(“You looking at the DILF over there, G?” Flower whispers.

“What?” Geno furrows his brows. “Not know word.”

Flower whispers it in his ear, and Geno pushes him away with an outraged expression. “Go away, Flower.”)

And there’s a bunch of silly scenes and Geno taking Sidney out to way too expensive restaurants and REALLY emo h/c misunderstandings about money like:

“I don’t want you to keep doing this!” Sidney whisper-yells at him, because Avery is sleeping in his room. “You’re not–I know I don’t have a lot of money, but you don’t have to buy me a car, or–or keep planning these expensive trips to fucking Aruba or something–”

“Is just Orlando,” Geno argues back, equally quiet. “Take you and Avery to Disneyworld. I promise him if good grades, then is surprise.”

“You’re not my fucking sugar daddy, G,” Sidney spits out helplessly. “I don’t need your charity.”

Charity?” Geno echoes. “Sid, is not charity. I have money. I’m not pretend money not exist. I want to spend it on people I love. And I’m love you and Avery, want the best for you. Want you safe and happy.”

Sidney looks taken aback at the sudden declaration, then waves his hands. “I just–it’s too much. This is probably selfish of me to think, but–but I can’t deal with the fallout when you get tired of us and just–leave.” 

“Leave? I’m leave? Why I’m fucking ever do that?”

Sidney’s eyes are very bright with unshed tears. “Geno, please understand. I’m not saying this to be an ass. I’m being realistic.” He looks behind him at the hallway, but there’s no sound from Avery’s room. He sighs. “Look, I know hockey players. Okay? You have fame. And–and money. And you want fun. And Avery and I–well, we’re happy being us, but we’re just us. And it’s really scary for me to know that you can leave any time you want because you have the resources–and, and the ability to do it. And there’s so many other people with better circumstances–don’t look at me like that, Geno. I’m not trying to fish for sympathy. It’s just how it is, and I’m acknowledging it. And I know it’s not what you want to hear, and it sounds like I’m the world’s biggest dick, but I can’t just be here because you want to play house once in a while.” 

“Sid,” Geno says, devastated. He grips Sidney’s shoulders, but Sidney won’t meet his eyes. “Sid. Look at me. Look.”

Sidney sniffles, his voice cracking. “I have to think about myself and my son, too, you know? I’m tired of getting thrown away for being not good enough.”

And that’s just it, isn’t it? Geno realizes. The culmination and root of all of Sidney’s insecurities and fear. His dream of getting drafted cut short by an injury, his ex-partner leaving him and his son for someone else, him turning that feeling of abandonment into a silent resilience and strength to take care of his family first in lieu of taking care of himself. But here he is, finally, admitting the last shred of selfishness he has left in his body, a wish to just be wanted and not having to worry about being loved, and it tears at Geno’s heart. Geno wants to give him the world, but Sidney’s heart is held together by tape and and a couple pieces of loose string; he’ll fall apart if it shatters again. He can’t afford to take things given to him without a fight. 

“Sidney, I love you,” Geno says fiercely, and Sidney looks up in shock. “I love you so much. The last six months, best six months of my life. You know? Remember that loss to Flyers, a while back? Sid, remember?”

“I remember,” Sidney replies softly. 

“I’m so angry then,” Geno says. “Just go straight back to hotel room and be angry, not go out with teammates. And then you and Avery call me, and I’m so happy. Forget we lose at all. Just listen to you and Avery talk to me, maybe talk a little bit about hockey, but mostly about his day at school, and you talk about your day at work and some dumbass spill coffee on copy machine. And I think right then, ‘Thank God I have family waiting for me at home. They’re in Pittsburgh and I can go home soon and see them, and then take Avery out to zoo or something‘”

“Geno, I–”

Geno cups Sidney’s face, smoothing out Sidney’s cheek with his thumb. “Sid. Hockey is not my life. Yes, big part, can’t help it. But family is most important. You and Avery is most important. Is too early, maybe yes, maybe no, but I already know I’m want to be with you for long time, if you want me. Okay? Should have said earlier, so you not think about it so much like this.”

“I’m–” Sidney looks so cautiously hopeful, then shakes his head. He looks like all the fight has gone out of his body. “Every time I think I finally got you figured out, you just–just do this.”

“Sidney Patrick Crosby, you share family with me, make me most happy, make me believe I’m do anything and not just be dumb hockey player,” Geno says, nuzzling Sidney’s cheek and saying the words into his skin. “I’m lucky to even meet you. I love you,” he says again. “Want be with you.”

“Okay, G,” Sidney murmurs after a while, leaning in to press his lips against Geno’s. “Okay.” 

Sidney Crosby #5.2

**read the other parts to this imagine here**

A/N: this is continuing pretty much right where part 1 left off, so without any rambling.. thank you for all the love on the first part and i hope you all enjoy part two :))

Word Count: 3,510

Originally posted by so-hockey-eh

Summer 2016 

Being tangled up in the soft grey bedsheets with Sidney underneath you wasn’t how you imagined this night to end. But that’s the situation you were currently in as he slept beside you and you stared at the clock on the table. Your mind was racing too much to sleep along with him. 

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anonymous asked:

harvest moon (maybe something spooky/ with magic for halloween?)

How about some soft spookiness? 


“Ava, please.”

She stops and turns around.

She swings her wicker basket against her blue and white checkered dress and taps her ruby red slipped against the sidewalk as she waits.

“You can’t run ahead like that. Is dangerous.”

“I’m staying on the sidewalk,” she whines. “Papa you’re going too slow.”

“What is rush?”

“My bucket is only half full. Halloween is almost over.”

“Still plenty of time,” he says as he steps up to her. He puts one hand on the top of her head, mindful of her braids. “And you have lots of candy already. Half full still lots.”

“But what if people run out?”

“Go to Sid’s house next. He never run out.”

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Reading anecdotes of Sid with the Cup, sharing it with random people he meets… I don’t understand people who don’t like this guy. He’s just so good? And he could be a total douche, but he’s not? He was treated so shitty as a kid (don’t even get me started on hockey parents in this country), and yet still remained kind… I don’t know, man. I’m so pro-Sid by now that it would take something major to get me to even be objective about him. Gosh. I’m so glad he’s the captain; I’m so glad I get to see his career.

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Hi! Idk if this has been done yet, but how would the suitors react the first time they see the Princess wearing glasses? (BTW I hope you're having a great weekend!)

Thanks! My weekend was pretty good :) So confession - I think glasses are smexy, and even tho I don’t need them, sometimes I wear them with clear lenses, lol.

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Sid - Saunters into her office one day and sees her look up over the top of her glasses as they sit on the bridge of her nose. *whistles* “Wow. Did it just get really hot in here?”

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Giles - He’s taking her out to pick out frames, so she’s looking at them one by one and she picks up a pair and puts them on. “Giles, what do you think?”

“Heavens, Princess, I think my fever just spiked.”

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Byron - He arrives in Wysteria for a meeting, and he sees the Princess enter the parlor.

“What did you want to meet about King Byron?”

“Sexy glasses… I mean, social classes.”

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Louis - She shows up in the ballroom with her new glasses and she’s kinda shy and feeling self conscious about them, and Louis just thinks she’s super adorable in them, he can’t help but grin.

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Leo -*She arrives for their lesson and she’s not wearing them, and he knows she needs them* “Come on, put on your glasses.” *She pulls them out of her pocket and puts them on* *he’s sitting there trying to hold his sh*t together with blood trickling from his nose*

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Nico - *squeeeee* “They’re so cute on you!” *takes them and puts them on his face* “I want glasses too!”

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Rayvis - He strolls into the Palace, confident and ready for this meeting with the Princess. He hasn’t seen her in a while, but he’s all business - he turns a corner and sees her talking to Leo from a distance. He’s … what? Tf did he call a meeting for? What is the date today? He doesn’t even know his name anymore …

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Alyn - *teasing * “I bet you look silly with them on.” *she puts them on and looks at him* *he chokes on his on spit and falls off the bench* “Oh god, so hot….”

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Robert - *she arrives for a portrait painting in his studio and he’s all chatty getting ready, but he hasn’t looked at her yet when- * “Oh, you look so mature and regal with your glasses Princess. How fitting.”

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Albert - *he is secretly thrilled he has something in common with her that they can talk about* “Hey, so if you want to know good ways to clean your glasses, I mean, I can show you sometime … ”

Sidney Crosby - Smile

Originally posted by knifeshoeoreofight


“Now give me that smile” with Sidney Crosby pleaseeeeeeeeee.

Author’s Note: okay, so I started watching Hemlock Grove (not because Bill Skarsgård  but that is a perk. I’m a huge Penny Dreadful fan, and Hemlock Grove reminds me of Penny Dreadful) and in the show Roman is always telling his sister Shelley to smile and it melts my heart. So, this might be based a little off that.

They always said that you can’t choose who your family is, and to you that was the truest thing ever. You had a huge family, yet, you didn’t get along with any of them beside your younger sister. So, when you brought Sid to your family’s annual Thanksgiving dinner you weren’t really hoping for the best.

“It’s not too late we can just turn around and go back home.” You said once more as Sid turned down a long twist road. Country roads were the worst, but also fun.

“Y/N. It’s going to be fine.” Sid smiled as he kissed the back of your hand.

“Remember that statement at the end of the night.” You huffed.

Sid just laughed as he shook his head at you. With one more sharp turn you were outside your Aunt’s and Uncle’s house. It was the picture perfect country house. It sat on a good amount of land. You uncle added on to the house a lot throughout the years. It was big, and lots of windows for some reason country folks loved their windows. The barn was in the back of the house, which now held more junk than actually livestock. The kids play house was the first thing you noticed when you pulled up in the long drive way. Your aunt and uncle had a lot of kids, so the playhouse showed the love.

“It’s really nice out here.” Sid said as he parked the car and looked out the front window. “How far are the people next door?”

“About a mile.” You said looking out at the house that you shared may memories with.

“How long have they had this place?”

“Sheee, my first memory here is when I was five so, a while now.”

Sid, watched as your smile faded. He knew the stories of your time with your family. He knew that when you had the first chance to get out, you did. He never understood how a family could not get along. He had nothing but love for his family.

“Ready.” You said smiling as you looked over at him.

“Ready.” He smiled back.
You two walked hand in hand until you reached the door. Once you got to the door you opened it. Sid, grabbed your hand.

“Shouldn’t we knock.” He said clueless.

“Sid, it’s the south.” You laughed.

“So.”

“No, one locks the door in the south.” You giggled making your way into the house.

“Maybe, that’s why there’s so many killings in the US.” He joked as he followed you in the house.

The house was even bigger inside, yet opened. You could tell a huge family lived there. You and Sid made your way into the first room which happened to be the kitchen.  You saw your aunt first, than more of the family after you got farther in.

“Y/N!” Your Aunt Monica said as she hugged you. You’re aunt was a huge hugger. She hugged everyone and everyone called her Aunt Monica.

Once you two went around and met everyone it was time for dinner. Dinner went and passed with nothing, it wasn’t until after dinner when things got choppy. You and Sid were sitting on the big red couch when your aunt came and sat down, along with a handful of cousin’s, You’re mom, younger sister and you’re uncle Carl and Tony.

“So, tell us about yourself Sidney.” Uncle Carl said. You could tell by the way he said Sidney that this wasn’t going to go good.

“Not to much to tell. I’m from Nova Scotia, I have one sister, and I play in the NHL.” He smiled.

“NHL, huh. So that means you travel a lot.” You’re mom said.

“Mom.” You warned knowing all too well were this was going.

“I do, I guess.” Sid said taking a sip from his glass.

“Do you have fun on “these” trips?” Uncle Tony said.

“Don’t do this guys.” You said feeling anger. Sid looked over at you, you could see that he finally understood what you meant from earlier.  

“Not, really. I tend to sleep or skate most of the trips. I miss this one like crazy.” Sid said placing a kiss on your cheek.

You heard a scoff from the other side of the room.

“I’m sorry do you have something to say, mom.” You said looking over towards her.

“We all know what’s really happening on those trips.”

“No, I don’t think I do mother. Why, don’t you tell me.”

“Y/N, honey we know what people like him do when they’re away from their girlfriends or wives and we don’t want to see you getting hurt.” Aunt Monica said.

“Come on Sid. I’m not going to sit here and let them do this. Not again.” You said pulling Sid up and towards the door.

You two got into the car with no words. He only knew of one thing that would help. He started the car and drove to the first ice cream store he saw.

“Sid.” You said looking at him as he handed you an ice cream cone.

“You were right.” He joked as he licked his ice cream. “You were right and now you have ice cream so, let me see that smile.” He grinned as you smiled up at him.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with-”

“I’m not.” He smiled as he started the car and began the long trip back to Pit.

-Julianne

Shelter-Pt.3

Sidney is fifteen when he meets Evgeni.  Of course he’d known of Evgeni—Geno, as almost everyone calls him—through hockey but when Sidney is a sophomore, Geno is a junior and they’re on the same team.

Sidney loves playing with Geno.  Their chemistry on the ice is nothing short of amazing and they’re both at the top of their league for points from the beginning of the season.

They may be evenly matched on the ice but off the ice, Geno makes Sidney nervous.  Sidney is shy, quiet by nature and focused.  Geno is full of confidence and almost always surrounded by friends or teammates.  Sidney gets along just fine with his teammates but their interaction is pretty much exclusively limited to the locker room and the rink and is always hockey related.

Which is why it takes Sidney a second or two to comprehend Geno calling his name after he leaves the locker room one day after practice.  

“Sid!  Hey Sid.”   

Sidney stops and turns in time to see Geno ducking out of the locker room with his gear bag slung over his shoulder, trotting over to Sidney with a smile on his face.  

Sidney hadn’t ever spent any time alone with Geno and they didn’t talk much off the ice so he was immediately nervous.  “Hey Geno.  What’s up?”

“Notice you walk home few nights a week. Thought I give you ride.” And his smile—that smile made Sidney’s heart flutter.

“I…you don’t…I mean…”

Geno’s smile softened just a little.  “Will be good chance to talk about power play.  I have some ideas.”

“Oh.  Well…okay.” He offers up a shy smile and Geno throws his arm across Sidney’s shoulders, guiding him towards the parking lot like this is something they always do.  If he notices Sidney’s pink cheeks and ears, he doesn’t say anything about it.  

Sidney tells Geno his address and Geno nods as they pull out of the lot.  

Sidney is nervous and expects it to be awkward alone in the car with Geno but Geno just starts talking about their power play and they talk hockey the entire drive.  

When Geno pulls to a stop in front of Sidney’s house he turns and gives Sidney a funny smile. “This where you live?”  

Sidney swallows and glances down.  He’s been teased about his house before and maybe it’s not the nicest house in the world but it’s not terrible and he and Mom do their best.  He feels sick thinking about what Geno might say next.  

His voice is low and raspy when he answers, eyes looking anywhere but Geno. “Um, yeah. Thanks for the ride.”  His cheeks feel hot as he gets out and reaches into the back seat for his gear bag.

Geno gets out, too, with a smile and grabs Sidney’s backpack for him.  “I help.”

“It’s okay. I can get it.”

“Don’t mind, Sid.  Least I can do for neighbor.”  

That makes Sid stop. “I…huh?”  

“My house like three blocks away.  Is why I’m so surprise you live here.”

“Oh.  Oh!”

Geno frowns. “What you think I meant?”

Sidney gives him a sheepish smile.  “Nothing, Geno.  So we’re neighbors. I didn’t realize.”

Geno looks like he wants to press but instead he flashes Sidney that smile that lights up his whole face and nods. “Is great news! I drive you home after practices, yes?  We hang out, talk hockey.”  

“Oh, well I mean, okay.  We can do that sometime.”

Geno beams as they reach the porch and he hands over Sidney’s backpack.  “Great Sid!  I have to go now or Mama be mad at me for miss supper but I see you Friday.”

“Oh.  Okay.  See ya Geno. Thanks for the ride.”

“Most welcome, Sid.”

Geno climbs back into his car and gives a wave before Sidney watches him drive off, wondering what just happened.

He’s smiling as he goes inside.

Untitled Angst-Pt. 1

I know you love angst.  My current WIP:  

Sidney was five the first time he met Troy.  Well, that he remembers, anyhow. 

Mama has just finished cooking dinner— hot dogs and Kraft dinner, Sidney’s favorite—when someone bangs on the front door.  Mama sets Sidney’s plate in front of him and drops a kiss on his head.  “You can start, sweetheart.  I’ll be right back.” 

He hears her say “Troy…” and Sidney doesn’t know anyone named Troy but something in Mama’s tone makes him think she does. 

“…been more than three years, Troy.  Why now?” 

“…clean for six months, Trina… ready to have my family back…swear I’m ready for this…miss you both…” 

He can hear them talking but he doesn’t understand what most of it means—it’s like that a lot when he listens to adults talk.  He doesn’t really worry about it; soon the man will be gone and Mama will come back and sit at the table with him.  She got paid today and bought them a carton of ice cream for dessert even though he had ice cream (and a cupcake) two weeks ago for his birthday.  Sidney likes ice cream and Mama bought his favorite flavor—vanilla—so he hopes she’ll be done soon. 

But they’re still talking when Sidney finishes his dinner. 

They’re still talking after Sidney stands on the step stool and rinses his plate like Mama taught him so he pushes through the swinging door of the kitchen and into the living room, stopping when he sees Mama sitting on the couch, eyes red and wet. 

The man—Troy—lights up in a smile and holds open his arms.  “Sidney, my boy!” 

Sidney looks from the man to Mama. The man frowns. 

“Well come on, Sid. Give your old man a hug.” 

Sidney doesn’t understand. Mama clears her throat and stands, taking his hand.  “Sidney, this is your father.” 

Oh. 

Mama leads him to the man—his dad—and he lets himself be folded into an embrace.  His dad smells funny.  Sidney doesn’t like it and he doesn’t like the man hugging him but he doesn’t think it will be okay to say that.  When Troy releases Sidney, Mama gently nudges him towards the door.  “Go play out front, honey.  Your dad and I need to talk.” 

“But what about ice cream?” 

Troy gives Sidney a stern look.  “Go on now, do as your mother told you.”  

Sidney goes outside. 

Mama told him to play but it’s getting dark and he doesn’t like being outside in the dark without Mama so he sits on the porch steps. He can still hear them. 

“What’s wrong with him, Trina?  Why did he act like that?” 

“He was only two the last time he saw you, Troy.  Don’t be angry at him, it’s not his fault.  He was too young to remember.” 

“I’m his father.”  Troy sounds mad.  Sidney doesn’t like it.  He just wants his dad to leave so he can go inside and have ice cream with Mama.  Instead he moves down to the grass and sits as close as he can to the house without hearing them.  He doesn’t want to hear Troy any more.  

It’s dark by the time Mama calls him in and tells him to go back to the kitchen table. 

He sits and watches as Mama fills a plate with food and puts it in the microwave.  Sidney wonders if she doesn’t know that he already ate all his dinner but when she takes it out, she puts it in front of Troy who is talking about jobs and his friend named Scott. 

Mama scoops out a bowl of ice cream for Sidney before sitting down with her own plate, long cold.

She doesn’t microwave it first. 

Sidney eats his ice cream in silence wondering why it doesn’t taste good to him tonight.

Sidney’s still five when he’s sitting on the porch in March.  It’s cold and he wants to go in and but Mama and Troy are yelling and it scares him when Troy yells. He’d go out further into the yard but he has to go further than he’s allowed to go to not be able to hear them so he pulls his hat lower over his ears and wears earmuffs over them. 

He sits on the porch a lot. 

Troy gets louder and Sidney puts his hands over his earmuffs and presses as he starts to hum, rocking back and forth to generate warmth.  He can still hear them but it’s a little bit quieter. 

He hums louder. 

He startles hard at the loud clatter of glass breaking and Mama screams.  Sidney jumps up and stares at the closed door.  It’s never been like this before.  

Sidney is scared. 

The door slams open and Sidney is terrified but it’s Mama and he’s so relieved but she’s rushing at him and her face is red and her eye is puffy and blue.  She scoops him up and dashes across the lawn.  Mama hasn’t carried him in a long time.  Sidney holds on tight. 

Troy comes out the door, yelling for Mama to get back inside.  Sidney fists his hands into the back of her shirt.  

Troy is coming towards them and Sidney sobs in fear but then their neighbors are outside and the man—he always tells Sidney to call him Stan—is yelling for Troy to calm down.  The woman—a nice woman named Dorothy who always slips Sidney pieces of candy and cookies—ushers Mama and Sidney over and then inside. 

The police come and take Troy away; it’s been seven months since he came. 

Sidney is happy he’s gone.

Sidney is seven when Troy comes back.  He’s there with Mama when Sidney gets off the school bus after school.  He’s being nicer than Sidney ever remembers him being and Mama is smiling a lot.  Sidney waits for Mama to tell Troy he can’t stay but instead Mama smiles and says Troy is going to stay with them for a few nights until he finds a place of his own.  Sidney’s stomach hurts. 

Troy stays six months this time. 

It’s better at first.  It’s always better at first.  

Mom tells Sidney he can stay in hockey lessons but Troy doesn’t like the idea.  He wants Sidney to play baseball just like Troy had growing up so Sidney signs up for baseball.  He hates it and he’s not very good at it—a fact that Troy rarely lets him forget.  He makes Sidney practice relentlessly and stands on the sidelines at each game, yelling at him while Sidney stands red faced and in tears on the field. 

Sidney hates every second of it; hates Troy.  But he keeps trying because Mama seems happier even if Troy does snap at her when she asks him to ease up on Sidney. 

“You fucking baby that kid too much, Trina.  He’s not going to last if he doesn’t toughen up.”

“Troy, he’s only seven.  He’s just a child.” 

“Did you see any other kids standing out there about to cry?  It’s fucking embarrassing.  If he keeps that shit up, kids are going to tear him to pieces.  You want that to happen?” 

“No of course not!  But I don’t think…”

“That’s right, you don’t think.  That’s why he is the way he is but not anymore.  I’m going to make a man out of that boy.” 

Sidney stops listening after that. 

The next evening, Troy is cranky and smells funny.  Trina keeps shooting frustrated looks at him but doesn’t say anything, even when Troy critiques Sidney’s game play all the way to the ballpark.  

Troy is yelling a lot more tonight and it makes Sidney nervous. 

And then Sidney fumbles a grounder and Troy pushes past coach and onto the field, heading straight for him.  And Sidney—Sidney is scared because Troy looks like he wants to kill him and Sidney starts to cry, even as the refs and Mama and Coach and even a few other parents surround Troy and pull him away.  

Troy gets kicked out of the game. 

Except he won’t leave and someone calls the police and Trina cries.  Sidney leaves the field and stands holding her hand until the police come and take Troy away. 

The next day Mama tells Sidney that Troy doesn’t live with them anymore and he doesn’t have to play baseball anymore.  

The next week he’s back in his old hockey classes and he’s happy again.


Cosie says: YEAH BUDDY I SURE DO LOVE ANGST thank you for submitting this, anon! I very much look forward to seeing more of your work!

Shelter-Pt. 1

Sidney was five the first time he met Troy.  Well, that he remembers, anyhow.

Mama has just finished cooking dinner— hot dogs and Kraft dinner, Sidney’s favorite—when someone bangs on the front door.  Mama sets Sidney’s plate in front of him and drops a kiss on his head.  “You can start, sweetheart.  I’ll be right back.”

He hears her say “Troy…” and Sidney doesn’t know anyone named Troy but something in Mama’s tone makes him think she does.

“…been more than three years, Troy.  Why now?”

“…clean for six months, Trina… ready to have my family back…swear I’m ready for this…miss you both…”

He can hear them talking but he doesn’t understand what most of it means—it’s like that a lot when he listens to adults talk.  He doesn’t really worry about it; soon the man will be gone and Mama will come back and sit at the table with him.  She got paid today and bought them a carton of ice cream for dessert even though he had ice cream (and a cupcake) two weeks ago for his birthday.  Sidney likes ice cream and Mama bought his favorite flavor—vanilla—so he hopes she’ll be done soon.

But they’re still talking when Sidney finishes his dinner.

They’re still talking after Sidney stands on the step stool and rinses his plate like Mama taught him so he pushes through the swinging door of the kitchen and into the living room, stopping when he sees Mama sitting on the couch, eyes red and wet.

The man—Troy—lights up in a smile and holds open his arms.  “Sidney, my boy!”

Sidney looks from the man to Mama. The man frowns.

“Well come on, Sid. Give your old man a hug.”

Sidney doesn’t understand. Mama clears her throat and stands, taking his hand.  “Sidney, this is your father.”

Oh.

Mama leads him to the man—his dad—and he lets himself be folded into an embrace.  His dad smells funny.  Sidney doesn’t like it and he doesn’t like the man hugging him but he doesn’t think it will be okay to say that.  When Troy releases Sidney, Mama gently nudges him towards the door.  “Go play out front, honey.  Your dad and I need to talk.”

“But what about ice cream?”

Troy gives Sidney a stern look.  “Go on now, do as your mother told you.”  

Sidney goes outside.

Mama told him to play but it’s getting dark and he doesn’t like being outside in the dark without Mama so he sits on the porch steps. He can still hear them.

“What’s wrong with him, Trina?  Why did he act like that?”

“He was only two the last time he saw you, Troy.  Don’t be angry at him, it’s not his fault.  He was too young to remember.”

“I’m his father.”  Troy sounds mad.  Sidney doesn’t like it.  He just wants his dad to leave so he can go inside and have ice cream with Mama.  Instead he moves down to the grass and sits as close as he can to the house without hearing them.  He doesn’t want to hear Troy any more.  

It’s dark by the time Mama calls him in and tells him to go back to the kitchen table.

He sits and watches as Mama fills a plate with food and puts it in the microwave.  Sidney wonders if she doesn’t know that he already ate all his dinner but when she takes it out, she puts it in front of Troy who is talking about jobs and his friend named Scott.

Mama scoops out a bowl of ice cream for Sidney before sitting down with her own plate, long cold.  She doesn’t microwave it first.

Sidney eats his ice cream in silence wondering why it doesn’t taste good to him tonight.

Sidney’s still five when he’s sitting on the porch in March.  It’s cold and he wants to go in and but Mama and Troy are yelling and it scares him when Troy yells. He’d go out further into the yard but he has to go further than he’s allowed to go to not be able to hear them so he pulls his hat lower over his ears and wears earmuffs over them.

He sits on the porch a lot.

Troy gets louder and Sidney puts his hands over his earmuffs and presses as he starts to hum, rocking back and forth to generate warmth.  He can still hear them but it’s a little bit quieter.

He hums louder.

He startles hard at the loud clatter of glass breaking and Mama screams.  Sidney jumps up and stares at the closed door.  It’s never been like this before.  

Sidney is scared.

The door slams open and Sidney is terrified but it’s Mama and he’s so relieved but she’s rushing at him and her face is red and her eye is puffy and blue.  She scoops him up and dashes across the lawn.  Mama hasn’t carried him in a long time.  Sidney holds on tight.

Troy comes out the door, yelling for Mama to get back inside.  Sidney fists his hands into the back of her shirt.  

Troy is coming towards them and Sidney sobs in fear but then their neighbors are outside and the man—he always tells Sidney to call him Stan—is yelling for Troy to calm down.  The woman—a nice woman named Dorothy who always slips Sidney pieces of candy and cookies—ushers Mama and Sidney over and then inside.

The police come and take Troy away; it’s been seven months since he came.

Sidney is happy he’s gone.

Sidney is seven when Troy comes back.  He’s there with Mama when Sidney gets off the school bus after school.  He’s being nicer than Sidney ever remembers him being and Mama is smiling a lot.  Sidney waits for Mama to tell Troy he can’t stay but instead Mama smiles and says Troy is going to stay with them for a few nights until he finds a place of his own.  Sidney’s stomach hurts.

Troy stays six months this time.

It’s better at first.  It’s always better at first.  

Mom tells Sidney he can stay in hockey lessons but Troy doesn’t like the idea.  He wants Sidney to play baseball just like Troy had growing up so Sidney signs up for baseball.  He hates it and he’s not very good at it—a fact that Troy rarely lets him forget.  He makes Sidney practice relentlessly and stands on the sidelines at each game, yelling at him while Sidney stands red faced and in tears on the field.

Sidney hates every second of it; hates Troy.  But he keeps trying because Mama seems happier even if Troy does snap at her when she asks him to ease up on Sidney.

“You fucking baby that kid too much, Trina.  He’s not going to last if he doesn’t toughen up.”

“Troy, he’s only seven.  He’s just a child.”

“Did you see any other kids standing out there about to cry?  It’s fucking embarrassing.  If he keeps that shit up, kids are going to tear him to pieces.  You want that to happen?”

“No of course not!  But I don’t think…”

“That’s right, you don’t think.  That’s why he is the way he is but not anymore.  I’m going to make a man out of that boy.”

Sidney stops listening after that.

The next evening, Troy is cranky and smells funny.  Trina keeps shooting frustrated looks at him but doesn’t say anything, even when Troy critiques Sidney’s game play all the way to the ballpark.  

Troy is yelling a lot more tonight and it makes Sidney nervous.

And then Sidney fumbles a grounder and Troy pushes past coach and onto the field, heading straight for him.  And Sidney—Sidney is scared because Troy looks like he wants to kill him and Sidney starts to cry, even as the refs and Mama and Coach and even a few other parents surround Troy and pull him away.  

Troy gets kicked out of the game.

Except he won’t leave and someone calls the police and Trina cries.  Sidney leaves the field and stands holding her hand until the police come and take Troy away.

The next day Mama tells Sidney that Troy doesn’t live with them anymore and he doesn’t have to play baseball anymore.  

The next week he’s back in his old hockey classes and he’s happy again.

Not that innocent, Sid/Geno, 1k words (ao3)

When Sid and Geno get together, Geno is convinced that Sid is, if not a virgin, than at least very inexperienced. Geno has never known him to date anyone before, definitely never seen him pick up at a bar. On top of that, Sid is shy about both giving and receiving physical affection, for all that he’s very enthusiastic when they do make it to the bedroom. Geno’s fine with that. He’s waited years for this chance - he’s not about to mess it up by being impatient. So he slows things down, and double checks to make sure Sid is on board with everything they do.

He notices something after a while, though. And that is that Sid seems to be cutting off contact with a lot of his friends since they started dating. Not with the guys on the team, but others - he’s constantly getting texts from guys wanting to hang out, but Sid tells them no, he’d rather spend his time with Geno. It’s a bit worrying - he shouldn’t be neglecting his friendships just because him and Geno are now dating. Not only that, but it makes Geno feel bad when he makes plans with his friends instead of with Sid - does Sid expect him to only spend time with him? Or does Sid want to be invited?

“No,” Sid laughs, when Geno brings it up, “you should get to hang out with your Russian friends without having to translate for me all the time.”

He seems sincere about it, so Geno let’s it go.

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Byron x MC - Adeline pt II

*language* Wrote on mobile so no undercut and no editing. 


 On the carriage ride home Byron was quiet, more quiet than usual, I thought. It only made me that much more panicked as I thought through the events of the night. 

 I had entered the theater again, Albert and Nico by my side. Byron introduced me to Adeline, as his fiancée- though he only introduced her as an old friend. I wondered why he didn’t mentioned their engagement. 

 Adeline was kind, well spoken, and intense. She was polite, but I felt tension between us already - and this odd feeling she was sizing me up. She wanted to know what my weaknesses were.

 I’ll never forget the look on his face as she turned to go to her seat. It was a look of longing and sadness. It was painful. 

 "Byron… Byron!“ I said, his eyes still following her before finally snapping back to me. "We should find our seats." 

 "Right.” He smiled with a nod. 

 "Ah, ok.“ I said as I pushed down my anxious feelings.

 Now it was 1:35am, and I was wide awake… I could make out the big clock on the wall from the moonlight shining through Byron’s bedroom windows. He was sleeping soundly now, his breathing steady as he lay tangled in the bedsheets. I was so desperate to know what was on his mind. Why he hadn’t said anything else about Adeline? Why he had been so quiet?

I also questioned Adeline’s motives. Why she had returned to Stein and what her feelings for Byron were. 

 I crawled out of bed and slipped on my robe and slippers, wandering my way to the library. The door creaked as I pushed it open to the dimly lit room. A tall dark figure sat in a chair. I recognized him right away - Sid. It was perfect timing, he was an informant after all. Sid greeted me with only a silent nod as he lifted a glass of what I could only assume was liquor to his lips.

 He spoke in his usual brusque voice. "What are ya doing up this late? Wandering around the castle." 

 "I couldn’t sleep,” I sighed as I slumped into a chair. "Can I get some info from you." 

Sid snickered. "You can get anything ya want for a price.”

“And don’t tell anyone.” I added.

 "Anything for a price.“ 

 "Can you tell me about Byron’s ex-fiancée, Adeline?” I kept my voice hushed.

 "The Dubois’ daughter?“ Sid scoffed. "You’re gonna have to pay me a hefty fee. You’re lucky I like ya- I’ll give ya a discount." 

 "Sure, sure,” I replied. “Do you know anything?" 

 "She and Byron courted for about a year. They got engaged but it hadn’t been officially announced, then her dad just gets some business in Alder - requests they end the relationship and takes her with him." 

Sid looked like he was pondering something. "I think Byron just let it go and didn’t make a big deal about it since he cared for her so much. He wasn’t about open hell over it." Sid side-eyed me and I tried not to flinch at the harsh revelation. 

 "Do you know why she’s back?” I asked.

 "No, but I’ll find out.“ Sid gave me a wink and took a sip of his drink. "This lady has got you riled up Princess.”

 I frowned. He was right, but I had good instincts and something didn’t feel right. 


 The next day things seemed like normal, the busy bustling of royal life, but deep inside I still felt off… was Byron busy or did he really seem distracted?

 "Are you going to the ladies meeting at the parlor today?“ He asked as we finished up lunch. 

 "Yes.” I replied. “Do you have a visit with Archduke Harneit?" 

 Byron shook his head. "He canceled. I have a meeting with the Dubois family.”

 I nearly dropped my glass. “What is the purpose of the meeting?”

 "Just covering some of their family business and return to Stein.“ Byron said. 

I couldn’t help myself. I wanted it all on the table. "Albert and Nico said that you and Adeline were engaged until she had to move to Alder.”

 I saw his mouth twitch. Byron was always restrained when it came to his behavior- but the give away of his irritation was that the corner of his mouth flinched ever so slightly.

 "I should have guessed that would be revealed,“ He said. "It was a long time ago and things are different now." 

"Why do you feel the need to meet with her family? Will she be there?” I was pushing my luck. 

 Byron looked at me. “I have royal duties to attend to as King, you of all people should know that." 

 "I don’t like this,” I said in a hushed tone. “I don’t you meeting her again, I don’t like the way she looked at you… the whole thing seems odd. That she would just show back up after years of being gone- before we are to be married." 

"You’re snowballing, and you sound inebriated,” Byron said as he stood abruptly. “Maybe you should get some fresh air or see the doctor.” He turned on his heel and left. 

 Once he was gone I headed straight to find Nico and Albert- they were arguing in the kitchen over who got the last cinnamon roll leftover from breakfast. 

“I need you two to tell me what happened between Adeline and Byron,” I said, trying as hard as I could not to sound desperate. “And tell me why you think she’s back.”

 They both looked dumbfounded and shrugged. “Byron was really private about their relationship,” Said Albert. “Maybe you should ask him yourself." 

 "I did.” I made my way to Nico and grabbed him by the collar and shook him as I spoke. “Tell. Me. What. You. Know." 

 Nico’s eyes rolled in his head. "Ok. Ok.” He conceded and I let go.

 "She showed up one day with her father when the nobles came for a meeting and just won him over,“ He said. 

"I mean I think she was Byron’s first love?” He looked uncomfortable saying the words. 

 "She was never nice to either of us,“ Albert added, shaking his head. "Always behind Byron’s back though. She was pretty sneaky." 

"She is pretty hot.” Sid stuck his head in the door giving us all a start. He sauntered in and grabbed the cinnamon roll, inciting an uproar from the two knights. 

“Shush.” Sid said swallowing a bite. 

“You are no help Sid Grandier,“ I replied crossing my arms.

“I am more than ya know.” He said with a smirk. “Her daddy’s dead- left her with a huge inheritance and political ties to Alder. She’s probably come to see if she can steal your man back and take the throne.”

 Silence.

 "Better hope your king loves you more than Adeline.“ 


 I was frenzied by the end of the day, and more so because I would leave in three days to return to Wysteria- I felt helpless leaving knowing that Adeline might make her way around. Byron and I were in his room, he was sitting in his chair reading over a document. He was unusually quiet and I refrained from asking him anything about his meeting. 

"Maybe I’ll just sleep in my chambers tonight,” I said. 

 "Ok.“ Byron replied, not even lifting his eyes from the paper. 

 I felt the wedge between us grow. 


The next day was again busy, but it was still off. I could tell that the servants knew something was up, they avoided us when they could and whispered to each other more than usual. 

I had a break later in the day so I decided to do some reading in the garden. I was interrupted by Sid again, who showed up out of nowhere- he was good at doing that. 

 He sat down on the ground and leaned back again an oak tree, placing his arms behind his head. "Whatcha gonna do Princess?”

I shook my head with disdain. “If Byron doesn’t love me as much as Adeline, there’s nothing I can do." 

"Ya just gonna give up like that?” He asked. 

“I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t love me…” I said, resting my hand in my chin, “I just wish I knew what he was thinking.”

“Did ya ask?”

“Kind of.” I said. 

 Sid got up from the ground and dusted himself off, “Looks like now’s a good time." 

 I looked up to see Byron strolling towards me. My heart pounded. I hated confrontation. Sid wandered off, giving Byron a wave as he did and Byron sat down on the bench.  "We should talk.”

 I nodded. 

“What do you want to know?" 

"Everything.” I said. 

 He chuckled, “Adeline and I were young. It was nearly ten years ago. She loved me. Probably more than I loved her,” He cleared his throat, “I didn’t really know what loving some one was like until you came along. I think she was jealous of my relationship with Al and Nico, I don’t think she knew that I was aware of how she treated them when I wasn’t around. She couldn’t stand anyone else being involved with me on a personal level.” He gave me a sweet smile and reached out, giving my hand a squeeze. “Seeing her stirred a lot of old memories, but we are different people now." 

“Why did she return? Why did she seek you out?”

“I think it was a lot harder for her to end things. I think she regretted just passively going along with her father’s plan,” Byron pondered for a moment. “I don’t regret anything. There were things set in motion then that made it so I would meet you- and be the right person for you." 

"Ok.” I smiled, leaning into his shoulder. “I’m sorry I was upset. I was scared of losing you." 

"It’s ok. I’m sorry for not telling you everything up front.” Byron rested his chin on my head. “You’re cute when you get a little crazy." 

 "I am?" 

 "Only when you’re a little crazy.” He kissed the top of my head, letting his lips linger. “I met her family to discuss some business, but I have no other intentions of meeting with them.” Byron wrapped his arms tightly around me and gave me a squeeze. “My cute little Princess.” He whispered. 

With things smoothed over, I was at ease the rest of my visit to Stein. I told Sid he was a terrible information dealer as I paid the fee. “Ridiculous.” I said as I counted out the money. He only smirked in reply.


Weeks went by without incident. I returned to Stein, as the castle was hosting a ball for royalty and nobles. 

 I kept my graces as I met Adeline again. She seemed pleasant, and this time Byron wasn’t as aloof. The party went on for hours, and I left at one point to freshen up. Making my way down the hall to my chambers I heard woman’s voice behind me. 

 "Princess,“ It was Adeline. She strolled up to me, a few inches taller than me she backed me into the wall and leaned over me, "He still loves me- you know? He does." 

“Please stop,” I said trying to push past her. “You’re talking nonsense." 

She grabbed the sleeve of my dress and yanked on it, "He’s mine-!” She seethed, “And if I have to kill you to get to him, I won’t think twice about it.”

 In a flash of action- a vase shattered over her head, and she crumpled to the floor in a mess of lace, frills, and blood, revealing Nico as the culprit. 

“Oh my god- Nico!” I shrieked. 

He looked at her in a mess on the cobblestone floor and then back at me.

Albert’s voice snapped our attention to him, “Stein law #678;” he said as he strolled down the hallway, “Any threat to the King or any of the royal family is punishable by death. This includes fiancées by engagement, and illegitimate children." 

"I don’t think she’s dead.” Said Nico scratching his head. We both peered over her. “Just knocked out." 

"Then do something about it brat.” Albert revealed a shovel which he tossed to Nico. 

“You guys!” I whispered. “You guys are just going to kill her?" 

Albert and Nico had bent over to grab Adeline’s unconscious body. Nico looked up for a moment, "It’s the law Princess." 

Albert lifted Adeline’s shoulders as Nico grabbed her feet. "We have to follow the law,” Added Albert as the two made their way down the hall away from me.

I stood frozen for a moment before hurriedly following a long, “What are you going to do with her?” I asked.

“Kill her and burry her body in the garden." 

"Shouldn’t she have a trial or something?” They two men looked at me blankly for a moment before replying in unison. “No." 

"Whatcha doin’?” Sid’s voice nearly made me jump out of my skin as he rounded the corner. 

“Nothing!” I said, though my face was completely beet red at this point. 

“Killing and burying Adeline.” Nico said nonchalantly. 

“Oh, it’s about time.” Sid replied. 

“Need some help?“ He followed myself and the knights out the door. 

"Sid! What?!?” I hissed. “What are you talking about?" 

"Oh yeah, didn’t I tell ya?” He said, “That bitch was fuckin’ crazy." 

"You are the worst information dealer ever!” I poked him in the chest with my finger, before turning my attention to the knights. 

“And you two- killing her and burying her in the garden without a trial?!?" 

There was a moment of contemplation between the three before Albert finally spoke, "Are you assisting us or not?" 

"Give me a shovel.”

You could see for the last two weeks how Sid was so frustrated that he couldn’t give his “non-answers” to White House questions.. he would try to say something he must’ve thought was “neutral” and then he was (rightly) getting torn apart for it.
He was frustrated because people were calling bullshit on his “this isn’t political” nonsense. 
i’m taking Sid standing at the back of the group today looking uncomfortable as just him realising his reputation and image were a bit tarnished and trying to save face, tbh.