Freddie Conner
Stories about Frederick Andersen and Connor Brown
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Connor Brown and the absolutely awesome long-distance booty call (thank you Brady) by Spoodlemonkey
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
12 Jan 2023
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“He needs to get fucked.” Connor dies a little.
“What?”
Tim frowns.
“Did I say it wrong?” He looks between the pair. “Sex. Brownie needs sex.” -
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“So there’s this guy I know,” Kappy says.
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Connor's pining, Kappy's a good bro, Auston's a good bro (but in a different way), and Freddie totally isn't jealous.
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Goalie nesting in and of itself wasn't all that unusual.
What was unusual, however, was a goalie going into pre-nesting and nobody noticing.
That was exactly what happened before one of the friendly pre-season games between the Leafs and the Senators.
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Connor wasn't exactly thrilled to be picked as a nesting partner - turns out that might not be such a bad thing after all.
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Tim Wayne, adopted son of Gotham mogul and secret vigilante Bruce Wayne, shows every sign of being his father's true successor - by day, and by night. Tim sets his sights on a valuable Metropolis lab for merger with Wayne Biotech, and all that stands in his way is the city's own rising star: Conner Luthor.
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quando caeli movendi sunt et terra (when the heavens and earth shall be moved) by gravityinglass
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
19 Nov 2020
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The god of spring met the god of a death in a harvested field, the sun setting and the dirt warm under their feet. It was the place where their powers met, the death of the plants the spring god so lovingly tended.
“You’re late this year,” the god of death said, raising an eyebrow. He was dressed in a thick cotton hoodie despite the warmth swirling around them and sunglasses despite the dimming light. The god of spring wore jeans torn at the knees and a loose black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, and he had a lip ring this year. Neither of them looked particularly like what they were supposed to.
The god of spring reached out to pull Auston into a hug, a shit-eating grin on his face. His mortal form was young this time around, male and slim, with copper-bright hair. It was a stark contrast to the genderless force of power that was Persephone. “You missed me.”
“Get off me, Connor,” Auston said, but it was affectionate. Connor didn’t let go. “Connor. I am the god of death. I do not hug.”
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Or, Connor is Persephone. Freddie is Hades. With the help of Auston and Mitch, they change the laws of the universe yet again.