So, to celebrate @thefangirlingdead and I reaching 300k words, we'd like to let y'all know the title of our fic: 'Til Penalty Do Us Part
Set just before the 2022 playoffs, and follows into the 2022-23 season (and beyond).
You can track updates to this fic via the tag #TPDUP
my ask box is open if you would like to ask any questions about this behemoth of a fic we're writing!
The playlist I listen to while writing:
When I say this has been my favorite thing I’ve ever worked on (and we’re only about halfway through writing this behemoth of a fic) I really, really mean it. It’s literally been living rent free in my head for over two months and the fact that we’ve managed to write so much, come up with an entire universe complete with fun multimedia content, OC’s (does Matthew get a rookie? Maybe!) and plot lines that have made us both laugh and cry in such a short period of time is absolutely mind-blowing to me.
I cannot wait to start sharing it (hopefully very soon if we keep writing at the same pace we have been) and hope you all love this little massive world we’ve created as much as we do!
Also, special shoutout to this tweet that kind of started everything.
I’ll leave you all with one of my favorite excerpts from the first couple of chapters:
Another beat passes. Matthew’s phone pings again. Another alert. He flicks his gaze to the screen to more updates, more speculation. They were probably discussing the ‘why’ and ‘how’ of Draisaitl leaving Edmonton, meanwhile the man himself is watching him, head tilted slightly, eyes sharp, really looking at him now. It feels like he’s trying to see all the way through - beneath the showboating, beneath the smirk, past the joke and into the question buried underneath it all. Another buzz. Another second gone. Matthew can feel all of it like a live wire in his chest. This is the moment, isn’t it? The real, no-turning-back moment. He can practically feel a timer ticking down in his head. “So…” Matthew charges forward, keeping things moving along. They are on a time crunch, after all. “We're actually doing this.” Draisaitl - Leon, his brain helpfully supplies, he should probably start getting used to calling him Leon now, if he’s going to marry him - simply nods. “We are.” “Alright, cool,” Matthew offers him another cheeky grin in an attempt to lighten the mood, the smile overtaking his entire face when he asks, “Do you want me to like… get down on one knee, or…?” “Jesus, fuck—” Leon scoffs, taking a step back, “No, come on - you said there’s paperwork to sign?”
