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I’m not well enough to start fully tackling Addieverse again, but I think I have a few weeks before full mental fog descends again.
So, I’d love to dip my toe back in and see if I’ve still “got it” or if this is another fucking thing the tumors have stolen.
Anyone got a short (under 5k) prompt for me within MattDrai? See if I can give y’all a treat?
“Leon, in the last game, you took it much easier on Tkachuk than you normally do. You even ducked out of two fights with him. Can you tell me why?”
With the images of Treliving and his cronies dancing through his mind, Leon decided to fuck the agreements. As Matthew’s alpha, he was really just humoring the Flames anyway. He took a long drink of his water and sent a flood of ‘please trust me’ through the bond. “Well, he’s pregnant, and I don’t want to hurt our baby. As soon as the Flames clear him, he’ll be on paternity leave, but they’re taking forever with the paperwork.”
And the hockey world exploded.
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Falling out of my fingers fairly quickly, this one is. Hope you guys can see it soon!
… coming soon …
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Leon had only been in Detroit for two weeks. Well, he did the press stuff over the summer, but he knew he would have remembered Glasses Guy at any of the hoopla events they’d held. Or maybe he was in such a fog over the trade that he wouldn’t have.
No, Glasses Guy would have cut through the trauma fog, Leon was sure of it.
“Leon,” Frankie snapped under his breath and Leon realized he’d spaced out during the presser.
“Sorry,” Leon said and then coughed. He looked out at the gathered gaggle. “Who did I ignore?”
The room laughed genially. His reputation preceded him.
Glasses Guy smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Me. I asked if you like Leon or Drai.”
“Leon,” he replied, and then before he could stop himself, “and you?”
The room laughed and Glasses Guy grinned. “Matthew is fine. I only answer to Matty when someone cooks me dinner first.”
New Fic: Excess Energy
M, 5.4k, MattDrai
Summary: Matthew's drafted by the Oilers and is driving Leon absolutely up a wall. His dad suggests helping Matthew find a way to get out all of his excess energy and ... well ... he does. My first original fic since my diagnosis, so I truly and deeply hope it works for y'all. Thanks to @very-little-things for the prompt and to @shirtlessdigby for the unfailing cheering.
Available on Ao3 HERE
Happy One Year to Me!
One year ago today, I posted my first MattDrai fic - a little diddy named 'Secret Keepers'. In honor of such a day - legitimately one of the turning points in my fandom life - I decided to remix it.
The first fic is so obviously (to me) the work of someone who had spent weeks thinking about these muppets, instead of the work of someone who has spent months. This fic was written entirely in my own head, and nearly everything since the second installment of Addie has been written with others helping me shape and craft them.
So I wanted to remix the OG premise and see what came out.
Answer: Secret Keepers: Remixed
Special shoutout today to @canadian-as-puck who was my entry guide into this RPF world, to @shirtlessdigby & @whatsaboomlakalaka for letting me know how hard people loved Dadthew, and to @bilvaye, @fleurywiththesave, & @puckthisshift for always being a DM away when I need to flail about something - be it fic or life.
To everyone who has sent me DMs, left comments, or let me know in anyway that you love something I created, thank you. To anyone who loves something I've created and don't feel comfy telling me, thanks for making room in your brain/heart for how I write these adorable buffoons. I'm so glad I can brighten your world, even a little.
For @tkatchuky - ask and ye shall receive.
Preview of a forthcoming Winner’s Room fic, SPB style.
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“This is not the purpose of the winners room.”
“Fuck off, the purpose is for the first star of the opposing team to be satisfied blah blah blah, but I’ve had enough fucking blowjobs from smelly dudes jacked on Zyns, I want you to talk to me.”
“It’s blow job or ten minutes of silence.”
The deepest sigh in the world accompanied the sound of sweatpants sliding to the floor.
okay, now that the last fic I teased is being posted, figured y'all might want a glimpse at the next thing - in which Matty is a professional dancer, Leon is himself, and they're gonna win the Mirrorball. A fill for @cheshirechecking for @hockeytrumpshate.
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“Brades, did you know Drat was thinking about doing my season?”
“The charity one?” Brady clarified and Matty could tell he was chewing as he was talking to her.
“You’re so gross, yes.”
“Yeah, he wants to raise awareness for his new thing. Told him you were free.”
“Brady, he hates me,” Mattia exclaimed. “And I hate him!”
“Eh, whatever, that’ll just be chemistry or whatever, right? Listen, the foundation is about getting money for concussion research – including suing the NHL on behalf of anyone who has to retire because of them. It’s real important shit, and it’s not getting the right attention, so think of it as a favor to everyone,” Brady pleaded.
“And it’s his foundation?” Matty clarified.
“Yeah, him and Kopi are doing it together, or he’s on the board and it’s Kopi’s, or something, whatever,” Brady answered. “Please, Matty.”
She sighed deeply. She was terrible at saying no to her siblings. “Fine, but if I kill him with my shoe, you have to call McJesus and tell him he’s down a winger.”
“Deal.”
Can I interest anyone in another snipsnop from omegaverse mattdrai?
Instead of answering, Leon put his nose directly on Tkachuk’s bonding gland and inhaled. He laved his tongue over it a few times and felt Tkachuk shiver. He whispered into Tkachuk’s ear. “Do you want me to put a baby in you, Matthew?”
It was probably the first time in all their years of knowing each other that Leon had used Matthew’s first name. It had never occurred to him before, but the minute the intermingled scents of fresh laundry, sunshine, and the lemon wax his mother used on their patio furniture when he was a kid hit his nose – there was no other option. He felt a bond starting to build – brick by brick. It wasn’t supposed to be possible, not unless…
Leon’s brain moved fast. Only he could smell Matthew’s base scent (check), he could smell Matthew’s heat even though no one else seemed to (check), his bare hands found Matthew’s hips like magnets (check), his hindbrain was screaming in hope that Matthew said yes (check).
If Matthew said ‘yes’ right now, if he answered the most primal question an alpha can ask with the most primal answer an omega can give – he was about to nose dive right off the precipice.
Matthew shivered and nodded. “Please, Draisaitl, please, please put a baby in me, not even for them, but please.” Matthew’s scent spiked as the last word came out on a whine and Leon needed to get them out of there, but not before one very important thing.
“It’s Leon. Try not to let too much of your slick run down your legs as we walk – I wanna eat it all.”
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I'm having fun.
