Best Sid/Geno Established Relationship Fanfics

by sevenfists

Sitting at the table was Sid: Sid as Zhenya had first known him, almost a decade before: dorky, long-haired Sid, his cheeks round with baby fat. He couldn’t have been older than twenty, and even that was generous.“Wow,” baby Sid said. “Are you Evgeni Malkin?”

by lightgetsin

"Sid," Geno said, jogging down the stairs two days later. "You not like jizz. Is like shoes thing, or like chunky peanut butter thing?" Sidney had strong feelings about his shoes, but he grudgingly acknowledged that manufacturers continued to issue updated models every few months, so his running sho

by knight_tracer

Ninety percent of everyone's problems could be solved by a robot that just texted NO to hockey players on a regular basis. Unfortunately, Sidney didn't have a robot.

by thefourthvine

Geno can't. Sidney won't.

by turningterrific

“So I say, before I’m thinking through, I say am getting married,” Geno says and glances up at Sid and then back down again. “They say to American?” Geno seems reluctant to continue. Sid’s stuck on trying to figure out who Geno is marrying and why he didn’t tell Sid about it. “I say, ‘no, to Canadia

by turningterrific

“So, umm,” Sid says into his phone, suddenly nervous. “Sid?” Geno’s voice registers surprise. “Yeah, umm.” Why is this difficult? “I’m here?” Geno laughs. “Back in Pittsburgh?” “No.” Sid clears his throat. “I’m-- I’m in the Moscow airport.”   Or:   Sid decides to spend his summer in Russia.

by lightgetsin

"You're on Puck Daddy," Taylor said, instead of a greeting.Sidney sank back into the pillows. "So? What's new?""The headline is 'Best Hockey Player in the World Sidney Crosby Taken Out by Eight Year Old, Breaks Arm in Mite Hockey Game.'"

by purplecatsweater

The jumble of weird letters on Sidney’s wrist are different than everyone else’s—different than his mom’s, or his dad’s, and when Taylor gets big enough for the whole name to show up on her wrist, it’ll be different too.

by sevenfists

The first Zhenya heard about it was an email from Sidney in the middle of August.

by sevenfists

“Sid, I’m so—I’m sorry,” Geno said. “My stupid—I’m ruin everything, I—” “Shut up, Geno,” Sidney said, already intensely weary of listening to Geno’s self-recrimination. “You’ve barely even done anything.”Geno’s voice dropped what sounded like an entire octave. “But I want to.”

by Lenore

Sid shows up to practice with a hickey. Misunderstandings ensue.

by pentapus

He saw the horn poking out from the pony's head, golden and straight and somehow delicate-looking despite the empty tuna can hanging off of it. The unicorn horn. "The fuck," Sidney said out loud, his eye skipping from the horn over the greyish-white body to the graceful gold-toned hooves.

by reginalds

The poster reads, from the top: Times When it is Okay to Interrupt Mr. Malkin: 1.) Hitler invades Russia2.) Fire3.) German U-boat spotted in the Allegheny4.) Sidney Crosby walks in the room

by cathedralhearts

“Can I come to Russia with you?” Zhenya’s brain fritzes out for a second. “Sorry?” he asks, thinking he’s misheard. Years of pining can do that to a person -- make you believe that the object of your affections wants something more than they really do. Sid’s gone bright pink and is staring at the fl

by sevenfists

“I hope you’re going to tell me that you’re in a loving, committed, long-term relationship,” Jen said.“Well. No,” Sidney said. “We’re—it’s a casual thing.”“Not anymore,” Jen said. “Congratulations, you’re in love.”

by sevenfists

Napping with Sid would be inconvenient, embarrassing, and more than a little gay, and maybe Zhenya was a little gay, but he didn’t need to advertise it.

by sevenfists

He was just a kid, just like Sidney, and far away from home. When Sidney didn’t look away, Evgeni mimed swinging a baseball bat, and Gonch was right; it was clear he had no idea what he was doing.That was the first time Sidney thought they could maybe be friends.

by cathedralhearts

Evgeni Malkin is thirteen when he soul bonds.

by jeyhawk

"Heat of moment, not think much. Just want." Sid wonders what it's like to want that much; it's certainly never happened to him. "Okay," he says, still unconvinced. "I'll take your word for it." "My word always good," Geno agrees, patting Sid's thigh just above the knee. Sid looks at Geno's big hand

by sevenfists

Sidney said, “You should come to Vail with me.”Zhenya rolled his eyes. Just what he needed: a relaxing week of power skating drills with Sidney.