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In January by Rebecca (PG-13)
Fandom: Hockey RPF
Pairing: Sergei Fedorov /?
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: All These Words
Why this must be read:
For a fandom with a couple of thousand players and ex-players some people have a disproportionate amount of fic written about them. One of those people is Sergei Fedorov. It sometimes feels like Sergei is always an outsider in his own life. Always at the fringes, the last one picked and the first one dropped.
This is a perfect, bittersweet, looking back fic. It's about all kinds of endings and the possibility of one very important beginning.
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Pairing: Sergei Fedorov /?
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: All These Words
Why this must be read:
For a fandom with a couple of thousand players and ex-players some people have a disproportionate amount of fic written about them. One of those people is Sergei Fedorov. It sometimes feels like Sergei is always an outsider in his own life. Always at the fringes, the last one picked and the first one dropped.
This is a perfect, bittersweet, looking back fic. It's about all kinds of endings and the possibility of one very important beginning.
He remembered the nights when they would burn together,
excruciatingly slowly, when every breath was a gasp and a plea, when
every moan was a question, and every motion an answer. When Sergei
would trace the lines of skin, trying to follow their complex patterns
to where they ended in some sort of final resolution. Somehow Sergei
could never make it that far, he remembers.
excruciatingly slowly, when every breath was a gasp and a plea, when
every moan was a question, and every motion an answer. When Sergei
would trace the lines of skin, trying to follow their complex patterns
to where they ended in some sort of final resolution. Somehow Sergei
could never make it that far, he remembers.
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