#Royal Hockey Love

[annieqattheperipheral]

accidentally writing an entire sidnate hrpf AU inspired solely by the gifs that came up in whatsapp's gif search for sidney crosby

chapter one | two

Royal Hockey Love

chapter three

THEY WIN!!! He did it!!

HE FUCKIN DID IT.

But before he returns home, there's one very important thing he needs to do... One very important person he needs to talk to.

"What do you want, Crosby. You got your Cup. You've got your palaces to return to. What do you want from me, a kid from the villages back home?"

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*ONE YEAR LATER*

"Yea I'm heading up a national program to get more opportunities to kids from our country's villages and areas that don't get the chances and resources that many others do. Thanks so much for having me on to talk about it. I'm so excited about it. So many of the lessons our kids learn on the ice and with teammates are what make for better citizens with far more resilience and autonomy. It's been great to have my father's, the King's, support on this initiative."

Crosby plays for Schluxemburg between the camp and national programs

His father joins in presenting his hockey initiatives, supports where he can. Appreciates his talent, skills, and most importantly, his passion

"It's great to have you back, pal. Also, you're so in love, it's disgusting."

"Shut up! See you at the camps, alright?"

At the camps...��

🏒The End💕👑

post-film chatter:

What the hell was this?! All i did was look up gifs of Crosby. The story wrote itself

Annie, I'm crying. Like, I'm totally in love with all of this

I'm glad i could give you this.

I'm legit crying. I needed this story. Prince Crosby. I want nothing but happy, good things for him

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thank you for reading!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️

[kitnita]

an update on something truly only i care about: bobby witt jr. dropped the puck at tonight's stars game & in the video package the team posted about they made sure to include him & wyjo interacting as wyatt left the ice after warmups.

pretty much exactly a year ago bobby came to a game & met up with wyatt to get a stick and locker room tour from him; he also gave wyatt one of his jerseys. bobby witt jr. being a stars fan checks out given he's From Texas but him being a fan of wyjo specifically is still so charming to me.

[yundeob]

A NIGHT IN HOLLYWOOD ☆ | ATEEZ SERIES

— featuring ot8!ateez in iconic HOLLYWOOD romance and rom-com movies

— TICKET BOOTH IS CLOSED! 🎟️ : the movies are about to start! all fics will have MATURE CONTENT! MDNI!

sit back, relax, grab your popcorn and tissues, and enjoy the silver screen . . .

THE PARENT TRAP ☆ | KHJ

TROPE: exes to lovers! divorced!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

AS DIVORCED PARENTS to two twin daughters, you and hongjoong have your fair share of work cut out. Driving to piano lessons, cheering at hockey games, drop offs at each other’s houses, it can all be a little much. But could a relaxing summer retreat as a whole family possibly rekindle past emotions you’ve swept under the rug? . . .

— IN THEATRES

DIRTY DANCING ☆ | PSH

TROPE: bad boy!seonghwa, enemies to lovers!au , 60s!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, angst, crack

THAT WAS THE SUMMER before JFK got shot, before the beatles came, and when you were working part time at your aunts summer resort. That was also the summer you met resident heart breaker and cocky entertainment crew member, Park Seonghwa. Remind yourself why you’re suddenly dance partners with him again? . . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

PRETTY WOMAN ☆ | JYH

TROPE: dilf!yunho x formerstripper!reader, strangers to lovers!au, contract lovers!au,

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst

LIVING IN BEVERLY HILLS comes with its perks. But for two different people such as yourself and multimillionaire business tycoon, Jeong Yunho, both of you can’t seem to find what you’re looking for in the so called ‘Land of Dreams’. So the proposal is simple really… let him spoil you with money, jewelry and clothes while in return, you stay by his side. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

MR AND MRS KANG ☆ | KYS

TROPE: marriage!au, established relationship, spy!au, assasin!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, ANGST, crack

WHO WOULD’VE THOUGHT picture perfect suburban neighbourhood couple, Mr. and Mrs. Kang would be at each others necks trying to kill each other first. You’ve both come this far in your marriage while hiding your secret identities, but it looks like only one person can remain standing. I guess you both did promise “in sickness and in health”. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

ROMAN HOLIDAY ☆ | CS

TROPE: royalty!au, princess!reader x reporter!san, strangers to lovers!

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst

AS CROWN PRINCESS, you’re on a tightly scheduled tour of European capital cities. But after an especially rough day in Rome, you sneak out of the embassy to explore the so called Eternal City, running into no other than celebrity news reporter, Choi San, looking out for his next big royal scandal. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU ☆ | SMG

TROPE: college!au, stoner!mingi, enemies to lovers!au, fakedating(?)au, y2k aesthetic

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

YOUR YOUNGER BROTHER Wooyoung is desperate in getting you, his older sister in college, to date so that he can finally date in highschool. The options for potential candidates are scarce, considering men flock away like birds the second you’re near. Good thing campus stoner and weirdo, Song Mingi is the same as well. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS ☆ | JWY

TROPE: fashioncolumnist!reader x advertiser!wooyoung, y2k aesthetic, fake dating(?)au, enemies to lovers!au, mutual pining

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

LISTEN, IF IT MEANS getting a promotion at your editorial company as a news journalist instead of pop culture and lifestyle columnist, you’d do anything. And that includes pretending to be the most annoying and clingiest girlfriend to some guy for 10 whole days. But just so you know, Wooyoung likes clingy. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

ROMEO & JULIET ☆ | CJH

TROPE: unrequited love, star crossed lovers!au, mutual pining, secret romance (shakespeare be rolling in his grave rn)

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, ANGST

FOR CENTURIES, a plague of hatred and hostility has been present in the relations between the House of Choi and your own. You know you can’t be together, but yet why do you keep catching that dark haired boy staring at you so longingly? And why do you want him just as bad?. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

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[luviestarz]

lee haechan fic recs!

❤︎ I LIKE YOU (I DO) (L.DH) - @domjaehyun (stoner!haechan just wants you to know how much he likes you.)

❤︎ paperclip - @smileysuh (yandere, ex bf! hyuck)

❤︎ My Boy. - @prodbymaui (A series of failed relationships and you were this near of giving up on love. But then here comes little Donghyuck and his persistence. Maybe-- he was the one fated to you, after all.)

❤︎ kiss it better - @yeow6n (haechan gets hurt but you know that with him it’s not going to be as simple as putting a band-aid on it)

❤︎ sugar, butter, & the royal crown - L.DH - @haechwrites (prince donghyuck only has one princess on his mind, but she's not actually a princess. she's just the royal baker's granddaughter.)

❤︎ bus stop - @ooshu (haechan rides the bus. you hop on the same ride. minutes later, you two were a couple. he never questioned why.)

❤︎ strawberries & cigarettes - @hyudior (the art school's play is in two days and you're running out of time to put everything together since your known enemy lee donghyuck decided that the rehearsal day was the perfect day to release a launch party for his new album.)

❤︎ >> take my breath - @hyuckwrlds

❤︎ moles ♡‧₊˚ lee haechan - @sleeping-sirens (you read something on the internet that made you feel jealous of a person you didn’t even know but haechan knows just how to reassure you.)

❤︎ haechan — gold-skinned, eager baby - @hyuckmov (he used to be able to hide it. he used to be fine with glancing at you, habitually flicking his eyes to your chest when you would walk into the room or snuggle up to him. but now he’s totally fucked, because he thinks he’s developed some sort of addiction.)

❤︎ eyes tell - @tonicandjins (donghyuck has been trying to confess his feelings to you. third time's the charm, he thinks.)

❤︎ going below zero | l.dh - @cherryeoniis (Considering how much Haechan makes it his personal mission to antagonize you at work, it seems like a rather cruel twist of fate that the both of you have been side by side since middle school, the only consolation being that his office is a different floor from yours. But if there’s a saying about how distance makes the heart grow fonder, your attitude with him might just be the opposite, and it’ll take a family ski holiday to find out.)

❤︎ take my breath. - @sixzeroes (lee donghyuck did not believe in ‘love at first sight.’ key word: did. he does now, but only because you happened to fall into his arms on the icy road in the narrow streets. you’re going to render him breathless from the countless times your smile takes his breath away.)

❤︎ ice cream thief [ l.dh ] - @tddyhyck (someone has been eating haechan's favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it's a shared space it shouldn't invade anyone's privacy... right?)

❤︎ tease | lee haechan - @hyuckiefluff (Playing spin the bottle definitely wasn't what you had envisioned for your first college party. And the last person you expected to see was Lee Haechan. But life has a funny way of throwing surprises at you, and this time it came in the form of the bottle landing on some drunk dude who dared you to kiss Haechan.)

❤︎ 𝟏𝟎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ���𝐎𝐔 ¹⁸⁺ - @goldyeokki (you and lee donghyuck both get along like oil and water. if it were up to you, you would be going about your days without even breathing in his direction. unfortunately you're in the same friend group and you have to tolerate each other. as handsome or attractive as people claim him to be, you hate his guts. there's so many reasons why you hate him, so why do you get butterflies in your stomach when he's near?)

❤︎ high (with my lover) [m] – l.dh - @yeonghosins (y/n smokes up with donghyuck for the first time)

❤︎ what the puck! - @choerrypuffs (you hit the university’s star hockey player with your car. shenanigans (and maybe even a little romance) ensue.)

❤︎ double take | l.dh - @cherryeoniis (friends to lovers, highschool au, slowburn, fluff, angst)

❤︎ Your Red Lipstick || L.DH - @ihaechans (Kisses, kisses, kisses. That’s all your boyfriend wants. When you refuse to give him the one thing he craves, he won’t leave you alone, begging and begging until you give in.)

[paladin--strait]

incredible - quinn hughes x teacher!reader

when reader takes her third grade class to a canucks practice to learn about physics, she never expects quinn hughes to ask her out.

tw!: none, kissing, just fluff, children, reader is a female. i'm always open for constructive criticism to help me improve my writing, just don't be rude please!

authors note: GUYSSSS i honestly think i cooked with this. let me know what you guys think, i hope you enjoy it!

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the large yellow school bus hisses to a stop, pulling into the parking spot at the front of the arena. the kids laugh and talk, their voices filled with excitement for the upcoming practice they're about to witness. the kids are currently learning about physics in their science class, so i pitched an idea to the school that it would be a cool idea to take the kids to a hockey game or practice to learn about the subject using ice hockey.

i've been a hockey fan since i was in my sophomore year of high school, beginning to watch the sport halfway through a season. i instantly fell in love with concept of it, finding the rules and regulations extremely interesting. the difficulty of scoring, the way the players move, and how well the players hold up under extreme amounts of pressure. every time a game ended, i was already excited for the next one.

some of the kids are adorned in canucks gear. blue and white shirts, hats, jerseys, and even some scarves visible on their bodies. i smile, my royal blue sundress fitted perfectly to my body. i stand, calling out to the kids and helping them off the bus. the children excitedly make their way off the large vehicle. i take my third graders into the arena, the refreshing feeling of the cold ice fills the air.

i can't help but also be excited to see the canucks practice. i haven't been able to go to a game in forever, and sometimes it's hard to stay awake to watch on my television. i can already hear the blow of a whistle as we make our way further in, presumably from their coach, and the sound of skates and sticks. i take a deep breath, hoping this wasn't a bad idea.

"alright kids, listen up!" i call out to them, making them all pay attention. "what did we talk about yesterday? we need to be very respectful of the players and coaches as they practice. don't hit the boards, don't start yelling, just make sure that we all stay respectful, right? everyone stay near me, and we're gonna have a great time!" i smile, clapping my hands in excitement.

a man, presumably a manager of some sort, walks up to me soon after i instruct the kids on how to properly act, i thank him for allowing us to come and watch. he gestures for us to follow him, and he leads us into the practice rink. the kids are quiet as they walk in, taking a seat in the bleachers near the boards.

i hand out a paper and pencil to all the kids, a little scavenger hunt to help them learn while we're here. i sit beside them, the answer key in my hand as i begin to watch the players, while helping a child with an occasional question here and there. i watch intently as the players practice, the sound of the skates and sticks hitting the ice calming my nerves.

once their practice is complete, we make our way to the lobby. i'm taking up their papers and pencils as some of the players come over to meet the kids. i'm pleasantly surprised by the rowdy group of kids, their words and actions kind and respectful as they interact with the canucks players. i have to contain my pure expression when brock boeser walks over to me, shaking my hand and asking me a few questions.

i watch the players sign some things for the kids, making sure nobody is left out. i smile softly, noticing how some of the kids' eyes gleam as they look up at the players. i suddenly feel a presence beside me, looking over and seeing quinn hughes standing right beside me. i almost freak out, my jaw dropping slightly.

quinn looks over at me with a smile, holding out his hand. "nice to meet you, i'm-"

"quinn hughes..." i whisper, shaking his hand. a look of disbelief graces my face as he laughs softly. "it's nice to meet you."

he smiles, "you've taught your kids pretty well. i don't think i've ever seen a group of...eight or nine year olds this calm. they ask good questions too."

"that's wonderful to hear, i'm glad they've been so respectful towards you all. and thank you, i really appreciate that." i smile, looking over at my group of kids.

"i don't think i got your name?" he says, his brows furrowing a little as he looks at me. i laugh a little, apologizing for my rudeness. i tell him my name and we talk a little more. "so, how long have you been a canucks fan?"

"oh, ever since i moved here a few years ago. but i've been a hockey fan since 10th grade." i explain, "i hate that i'm not able to come to the games very often. i get so tired after school and sometimes on the weekends i still have work to do."

"yeah, that really sucks. you guys have christmas break coming up soon, right?" he asks, crossing his arms as he smiles. i nod with a smile, looking up at him. his hair is wet, tousled over his forehead, where the red mark from his helmet sits is. his eyes are gleaming with almost pride or affection, his face a little red from the intensity of practice.

"hey, did you hear me?" i snap of out my daze, quickly apologizing as i had not even realized he was speaking. he laughs, shaking his head. "admiring me or something?"

i laugh softly, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. "maybe?"

quinn releases a hearty laugh, uncrossing his arms and putting his hands in his pockets. "i'm flattered, it's not everyday i get admired by such a beautiful woman."

my face instantly reddens at his words, i look at him as he smiles, "oh...i'm not so sure about that..."

"well, i am. and i'm usually not this bold but..." he trails off, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "maybe we could go out sometime? you're really sweet and i love that you work with kids, you seem to treat them so well. maybe we can find a day we're both off and go out together?"

i stand in disbelief, his bold and forward words making the blush on my cheeks redden. i hear the ooh's of the children behind me, laughing a little as i take his phone carefully. "that sounds lovely..." i smile, putting my number in his phone and handing it back to him.

he clicks the button to turn off his phone, shoving it in his back pocket. "i'll send you a message later and we can talk more about it," he smiles, stepping backwards. "i'll talk to you soon?"

i nod, smiling. "absolutely." quinn smiles, waving goodbye before finally turning around and walking out of the lobby, back into the hallway that leads to the locker room to grab his things. he steals one last glance before he enters the locker room, all the players now gone.

i turn back to the kids, who are looking at me with knowing smiles. i hush their questions, leading my group back to the bus. as we're walking, one of the kids comes up to me, it's carter, one of the sweetest girls in the whole school. "is mr. hughes gonna be your boyfriend?" she asks, looking up at me with sparkling eyes.

"i'm not sure, honey." i say, placing my hand on her back with a smile. but i lean down, whispering, "but i hope so."

carter giggles, smiling as she runs up to her friends so they can sit together on the bus. once all the kids are settled, i take my seat. the bus ride is full of laughter and the feeling of excitement still settled in all of us. i zone out a bit as i look out the window, until my phone dings in my lap.

i pick it up, instantly smiling when i see a text from an unknown number. i laugh to myself, setting his contact name as i think of how to reply.

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Quinn 🐶

Hey teach, still up to get together soon?

Me

Absolutely! 🙂

Quinn 🐶

When's a good day for you?

Me

Well, break starts on monday so...anytime after that for two weeks! 🥳

Quinn 🐶

Is Wednesday good? we have no games or practices so it's a completely free day for me as well. i can pick you up around 5 and we can get dinner if you want?

Me

Sounds great! what should i wear?

Quinn 🐶

I'll let you know where we're going on monday or tuesday, if that's alright?

Me

Awesome! i'll see you then!

Quinn 🐶

It's a date. See you then. 🙂

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i smile down at my phone, liking his message. it takes a second to realize that we've finally made it back to the school. i can't help but be excited for the upcoming date, already trying to think of what to wear and where he might take me.

a few days later and wednesday has finally come. it's a few hours before quinn is supposed to be here, and i'm already rushing to start getting ready. shower, skincare, hair, makeup, outfit, all the essential things to do before a date are starting to pile up, and i can't help but feel a little tired from all my running around.

once all my things are finally finished, i throw on my shoes and see that quinn should be here in a few minutes. i spray on a little perfume, waiting patiently for my doorbell to ring. and sure enough, a few minutes later it does. i walk slowly to the door, so it doesn't seem weird when i open the door right after he knocks.

once i finally open the door, i see him standing there in a nice suit, a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hand and a smile on his face. "hey there." he says, leaning on the doorframe.

"hey, quinn! come on in. i'm just going to put these in some water and we can go." i take the flowers from him, walking into the kitchen to open the cabinet, pulling out my favorite blue vase and filling it with some water, adding the the food packet and cutting the ends of the stems so they'll fit well.

quinn shuts the door behind him, looking around at my apartment before he eyes land on me. his eyes rake over my body, noticing how the dress im wearing hugs my body beautifully, the silky fabric scrunched up in some places of the dress.

"wow..." he whispers, watching me put the flowers in the vase. "you look absolutely gorgeous." he smiles, walking over to the counter that separates my kitchen from the living room. he rests his arms on the marble as he watches me.

"thank you...and you look very handsome." i smile at him, my lips glistening from my lip gloss. "are you gonna tell me where we're going or is it a surprise?"

"surprise. but i think you'll love it, it's not very well known restaurant, so it's not busy normally." he says, watching me walk around the counter and over to him. "ready to go?" he smiles, holding out his arm for me to take.

i laugh softly, taking his arm and walking out of my apartment. i lock the door, walking to the elevator with him. "the kids loved going to watch you guys practice. they learned a lot and some of them didn't even like hockey, but they love it now."

quinn smiles, "that's good to hear, especially since the staff have been trying to figure out when they can come watch a game. i think they've got it figured out, so the school should hear about it soon."

my face lights up at the mention of them wanting the kids to come watch a game, "oh my goodness, that's amazing! the kids have been begging to go see a practice or game again!" i smile, looking over at quinn.

he looks over at me as we step out of the elevator and to his car, "i'm glad you're excited. i wasn't sure if you'd want to bring them to a game or not."

"oh absolutely! the kids will love it! and so will i!" i laugh, getting into his car. i watch him rush over to the driver side, opening his door and getting in. "im excited to see where we're going!"

"i'm glad, i hope you like italian." he laughs, starting his car and pulling out of the parking lot. "whenever jack and luke come up, we always go eat there." he explains as he drives.

"i love italian!" i smile, "so, i'm sure you get this question a lot, but i'm curious. what's it like playing against your brothers?"

"it's okay, i love talking about them." he smiles with a laugh, "i love playing against them. i know how they play since we all grew up playing together but they're constantly improving so it's a good challenge. luke's super tall so his reach is insane, and jack is really fast, so it's always kinda tough to play them. but i love getting to play them, sometimes its hard to be so far away from all my family." he explains.

"i see, it's hard for me to be so far away as well." i say, smiling softly. "it seems that you love your family a lot, i love that."

"you're far away from your family too?" he asks, turning the wheel.

"yeah, my family lives really far away from here. i rarely get to visit them, but i miss them a lot." i say, looking over at him.

"ah, i see." he nods his head, pulling into the restaurant parking lot. "we're here, have you ever been here before?" he asks, unbuckling.

"i don't think so..." i say, watching him nod and then get out of the car, rushing over to my side to open the door. "thank you."

over the course of our date, we talk about a wide variety of things. why i chose to become a teacher, dogs or cats, family, previous relationships, food, how many kids we want in the future, and so on. overall the date goes very well, full of laughter and smiles.

the restaurant is small and cozy, with kind staff and delicious food. there's a picture that hangs on the wall by our table of all the hughes brothers and the owner of the restaurant, all of them smiling and the photo covered in their signatures. i smile when i see it, my plate of food finished in front of me.

quinn takes me home after the date, walking me back up to my apartment. "i had a great time with you tonight." he says with a smile, watching as i unlock my door.

"i did too. you're a lot different than what people say." i say, opening my door. "i really enjoyed tonight, thank you. we should do this again sometime?"

"absolutely. i'll text you tomorrow?" he smiles as i give him a nod. "listen, i don't normally ask this on the first date but...i really feel a connection with you and i like you a lot. it's okay if not, but can i...kiss you?" he asks nervously, running his fingers through his hair.

i smile and laugh softly at his nervousness, blushing as i nod my head. "i really like you too, quinn. you're a great guy." quinn smiles at my words, taking a step closer to me.

his hand raises and rests on my jaw, his thumb rubbing my cheek softly. i step closer as well, placing a hand on his chest. we both lean in slowly, our lips pressing together to create a gentle kiss. it's like fireworks go off in my head, the kiss like pure magic. both of his hands move to now rest on my hips, and both my arms reach up and around his neck, pulling him closer.

the kiss seems to last forever, but neither of us mind. when we finally pull away, our lips are red and a little swollen, my face red with blush. "you're incredible..." quinn laughs softly, taking a step back. "i'm face timing you tomorrow, you better answer."

"i will." i laugh, watching as he waves goodbye, seeing his figure disappear down the hallway. i close my door, sighing deeply. "this man is gonna be the death of me..." i whisper to myself, my apartment quiet and empty. i get the best sleep of my life that night, my mind seemingly at peace with my new found happiness, quinn hughes.

[hhughes]

𐔌 　 ⁺　𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐎 𓂃۶ৎ

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 , in which the paddock’s favourite sister arrives at the monaco GP with a new guest

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. leclerc!sister x mat barzal 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕. just cuteness 𝒙𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒊. i love a good crossover fic. they would be simply iconic i fear. as always I hope you enjoy <333

f1wags

f1wags: our favourite girl has returned to the paddock; and this time it’s with a guest! Y/N leclerc shows up to the monaco track with who I presume to be her bf, and sits down for lunch with her brothers. the first time we’ve seen the entire leclerc family together in a while since Y/N has been in New York for work.

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user15: family reunion🥺

user19: my royal family fr

user77: I’m so happy to see them all together again. I just know Charles missed her so much🥲

user66: I read an article that said Y/N came straight from the airport so this is the first interaction they’ve had in months!

f1wags: he hugged her for a good ten minutes before he let anyone else get a chance

user51: um- are we gonna skip over the bf part??

user16: how do we know it’s her bf tho…

f1wags: they were very affectionate since the moment they got out of the together. the car that arrived from the airport, so assume he’s american and flew with her. they also kissed and it looked like he was meeting her family (charles, arthur, lozenzo, pascal) I mean we won’t know 100% until she confirms it but it sure looks like they’re together. . .

user77: nooo… my wife is taken 😔

user11: I really wanna know who her bf is tho cause I’m sorry but he’s fineeeee

user62: I expected nothing less from a leclerc sibling. they always bag the prettiest people

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lando.jpg: boat day with the bestie(s?) 🛥️

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user23: DID HE JUST—

user65: HE DID😭😭

user21: did lando just hard launch Y/N’s relationship?

user57: yep. tagged the guy and everything💀

user66: he’s such a little menace

user22: I’m not complaining I’ve been trying to figure out who it is for days🙏 thank you lando

ynleclerc: lando :(((

landonorris: don’t “lando” me, you didn’t say it was a secret????

ynleclerc: what do you think the words NOT PUBLIC means??

landonorris: the lad had his hands ALL over you in the paddock, it was gonna be public news by the end of the weekend… if it makes you feel better this is my spam account

ynleclerc: yeah makes me feel much better that it’s on your public spam account with almost a million followers. thx

user62: don’t let the fact that Y/N is dating some hot hockey player from New York distract you from the fact that the besties are reunited!!! I’ve been missing this duo so much

user90: and they’re causing chaos as usual🥲

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matbarzal: starting the off-season right ❤️

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noahdobson: just casually posts a picture with charles leclerc and lando norris 🧍‍♂️

matbarzal: I’ll still remember you when I’m famous😘

user72: what. the. fuck.

user77: all of us rn cause this is the wildest crossover I could ever imagine between F1 and hockey😭

user11: they’re both so hot it’s kind of unfair

ynleclerc: ❤️

matbarzal: je t'aime❤️

user55: I wonder if she made fun of Mat’s awful canadian french 😭😭

mattymarts: you expect us to believe you did laundry? I don’t think you even know how

charlesleclerc: I won. guess you’re gonna have to come to every race now 🤷‍♂️

matbarzal: should’ve never told you about superstitions 😔you don’t need them, that win was all you bro😉

charlesleclerc: miss you guys already. gonna have to come to a hockey game next season

matbarzal: you should! we’d be honoured to have you

user77: did someone say bromance??

user19: someone check on beau

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ynleclerc: monaco❤️

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matbarzal: red is definitely your colour baby❤️🥵

scuderiaferrari: we agree😌🏎️

charlesleclerc: thanks for coming sis❤️

arthurleclerc: miss you already🥺❤️

sydneymartin: so iconic😍

ynleclerc: says the ms. iconic herself 🥰

user21: UM— Mat looks so good OMFG

user72: she definitely dressed him

user62: YN please keep the Mat content coming🙏

user14: if I was YN leclerc all my life problems would be solved

ynleclerc: If I had your lashes all my problems would be solved. you’re stunning 😚

user16: you know those couples that just make sense? they’re definitely one of those

user88: can’t wait to see her at games and stuff

𝒙𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒊. thank you for reading and feel free to drop by the inbox and share any and all thoughts <333

[cricketnationrise]

for @kiwiana-writes who, in his giant list of prompts for @fandomtrumpshate, had a hockey au listed, and i promptly wrote the most self-indulgent fic of all time. love youuuu

Expectation and preparation are not remotely the same thing. That’s the thought that flashes through Henry’s mind when his phone rings, Coach Chen displayed on the screen. Henry had been expecting the call ever since hearing that Westbrook was smashed into his own goal at the game against Milwaukee yesterday. But he was in no way prepared for hearing the words in the light of day. “You’re getting called up.” Or, a Time to Shine by Rachel Reid AU

[disturbedwoodelf]

Dad!Matt headcannons

warnings: none, just pure cuteness, may cause baby fever 🫣

taglist 🏷️

Dad!Matt who takes his daughter to her ballet classes while mama is at work

“Look at you go babygirl! Pose for mommy!”

“Do I look pretty daddy?”

“You look beautiful sweetheart! How about when you’re done with class, we go get ice cream? Just don’t tell mommy!”

Dad!Matt who does daddy/daughter days with his daughter

“Matt, is she wearing a face mask?!”

“What?! She said she wanted to look like mommy!”

“AND ice cream before dinner?! Matthew!”

Dad!Matt who insists on co-sleeping

“Matt, it’s her bedtime, she needs to sleep in her own room tonight.”

“No! Look at her! She even brought her book for us to read to her!”

“*sigh* fine, but it won’t happen again, tonight’s the last night.”

and that’s said every night and she never ends up sleeping alone

Dad!Matt who does typical reckless dad things, almost giving mom a heart attack

“Matt! Put the baby down!”

“Why?! They love it! Look at that smile!”

Dad!Matt who signed up his kid for hockey as soon as they were able to walk

“Oh, god, isn’t hockey dangerous?”

“Don’t worry, they’ll be fine!”

“They do look pretty cute in all that gear.”

Dad!Matt who teaches the baby video games

“Okay, we have 5 minutes before mommy gets out of the shower and tells me I’m rotting your brain, let’s win this battle royale.”

Dad!Matt who insists on taking the baby on a roadtrip to Boston instead of planes because he heard the plane fumes can harm the baby

“Matt, I think it’ll be okay to bring them on the plane.”

“No way! I heard the fumes from the air can cause the baby to grow an eleventh toe.”

“…where did you hear that?”

“TikTok, it’s a great source of information.”

WHEEW IM OVULATING GUYS AND I HAVE SUCH BAD BABY FEVER OH MY LORD

[annieqattheperipheral]

Once upon a time my cousin was stressed n overworked so to cheer her up i sent her some crosby pics, as one does in proper society:

which resulted in me accidentally writing an entire sidnate hrpf AU for her to come enjoy between excel spreadsheets or whatever she does. inspired solely by the gifs that came up in whatsapp's gif search for sidney crosby, i present to you, coming soon to the hallmark network:

Royal Hockey Love

chapter one

[cousin's msgs in italics]

This pic has Royal Prince vibes. He's the secret, legitimate heir to some European throne. But he'd rather hold a hockey stick than a royal sceptor.

The end scene when his country's ppl have finally accepted him by attending his exhibition game in his home country (he had run off to play in the NHL in North America)

When he spots his father the king amidst an escort of royal guards at one of his games (he's just had a fight, so he's especially sweaty, disgruntled and his helmet is off). They've found him and come to take him home

Oh my god. Yes. Yes!!! This. His adrenaline is running high. His father demands an audience just as he's kicked out of the game. Another ugly confrontation between father and son

His father takes a cheap shot about how he's not even a good enough player if he got kicked out of the game. Maybe on second thought, the kingdom deserves a leader with a cool head and not one to lose their shit after taking one too many pucks to the head.

This is when Prince Crosby goes deadly quiet and still. And shows his father how calm he can be

Artsy shot to embody the weight on this Prince's shoulders, thanks to the cinematographer trying to give this Hallmark flick a leg up

Also, this should be illegal based on all of my illicit thoughts and feelings

First scene of the movie. Him in Schluxemburg or whatever made-up European country. Him as a young'un, his driver/chaperone telling his young charge they have to leave his hockey practice earlier than expected because he has Royal duties to get to, as per his father the King's demands

I need to go back to work, but this Royal Hockey fantasy is all I'll be thinking about

An NHL scout approaches him through his junior league coach. His disbelief, his "wait, could i go live my life for myself and not my father and country? No... Wait, could i do this?!"

Me screaming at the tv: GO FOLLOW YOUR HEART PRINCE CROSBY 🤩🤩🤩🤩

It's been going well with his new team but he's been getting sus vibes. Are his father and Royal Guards onto him?

Ooooh, is there a secret bodyguard in the stands, watching his every move???

The. Pressure. Is. Building. (Cinematographer at it again. Everyone at Hallmark is patting themselves on the back for throwing a bit more money at this production)

Rival captain is from his home country Schluxemburg and has recognized it's him (he's been going by his mother's maiden name, which is still a big deal name). There's a bit of petty on-ice back n forth after the rival confronts him during warmups with a smirk and subtle threat to out him/get in touch with the Royal Guards (his uncle is one)

But the Rival Captain is not a real enemy. He's conflicted. He wants to be the best hockey player from Schluxemburg, but he can only be the best if he plays the best.

One of the many great sportsmanship lessons in this beautiful biopic

Surprise twist, the Rival Captain is also a secret agent for the Royal Guards. Prince Crosby soon realizes that the rival captain loves to prank him, but he's never violent or aggressive

What's the rival captain's name again. I remember he comes from a distinguished family

MacKinnon of course

Oh of course!! Yes the house of Kinnon

chapter two

[apologies for using a giroux gif then switching to natemac but when inspiration hits w sidnate gifs u gotta go w it]

[wondrluv]

୨୧ the secret's out ; tz11

➪ summary: pictures and text messages of her and her brother's best friend leak and she stays curled up in her room, not talking to anyone. so mason calls up her best friend and soon enough, trevor is on a plane to england

➪ warnings: things being leaked, crying, reader thinks her brothers hate her, crappy friends

➪ word count: 1.3k

➪ emma's notes: red, white, and royal blue is 100% the inspiration to this fic and yes i did basically copy the phone call and speech but its just too cute to ignore. i literally am in love with this movie. part two will be out tomorrow i hope! this would’ve been out earlier but i took a nap (shocking i know)

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Nothing was how it should be. They were supposed to be careful, they were careful. They were only seen together when it would make sense for them to be together; when he was in town for a game, when he was supposed to be hanging out with her brothers, or when he had a game against the Devils or the Canucks. And when they were seen together, they made sure everything was strictly platonic: no hand touches, stolen glances, nothing.

However, maybe they should’ve accounted for the fact that one, her friends were journalists, and two, her friends weren’t really her friends in the first place. They had a few classes together in college, back when she was still undecided, but despite that? They only found her interesting because of her last name and who shared it.

Somehow she was too predictable, her password was as basic as it got. It was the day Trevor asked her to be his girlfriend, they’re anniversary. It was the best day of both of their lives but now it was the root of all their problems. It wasn’t the biggest scandal on the dance floor, there were things much worse going on in the NHL and the world in general. No one would care about this besides the Zegras and the Hughes families and the girls who were too obsessed with hockey players and their relationships for their own good.

She was studying abroad in England this past year and she couldn’t help but fall in love with it. She had decided to extend her stay into the fall semester, not wanting to go back home. This sort of worked in her favor, she was 3,444 miles from Jack and Luke and 4,632 miles from Quinn. She was in a different time zone, country, and continent than them. All she had to do to avoid them was not answer her phone. 

She was good at that, blocking out social media and her phone as a whole. Growing up the sister of hockey players and her mom being who she was in the hockey world, she got used to the hate and backlash she got from not wanting to do hockey. Her phone was shut off and thrown into her desk drawer. Her friends tried to comfort her but were to no avail, she was too worried about what other people thought about it.

Not only had pictures of them been put out into the world but their text messages as well. However, she couldn’t remember a time she left her phone unattended. She hadn’t spoken to Trevor in two weeks, she hadn’t spoken to anybody besides her roommates in two weeks. She had seen a couple of articles and videos that were spreading, the one of Trevor’s interviews where he was addressing the situation was not only the biggest one but the most recent one. 

It was before the game, that the reporter had asked him about how everything in the media that was speculating had impacted him and his play. To which he responded with, “Y/n and I are together and have been since the beginning of the season. And whether people choose to support or hate it, isn’t my problem nor my business. We’re happy and hope everyone can support that decision and respect our privacy. I fell in love with a girl who happens to be related to my best friend. How is this affecting my mindset? I wouldn’t say it has, I’m still playling, and Greg still thinks I’m playing as best as I can and even better. I’m worried about her, that’s for sure. She hasn’t had the best track record with the media.”

He said a few more words, none of which mattered to y/n. She wasn’t sure if she cried more because of what he said or the situation. She curled up on the chair in the corner of the room, reading a book. Her friends looked at her sadly, they hated the fact that she had gone back to her reserved nature. 

Trevor on the other hand was acting like it wasn’t bothering him, he couldn’t hide himself from the media or anything really like she could. But, it was eating him alive. He didn’t know if she was okay or if something had happened or if she was ignoring him.  He was too desperate to know if he was okay so he attempted to reach out to all three of her brothers but he got nothing back in return.

It wasn’t until Mason walked into his room with his phone in hand, “I called her friend for you.”

Trevor looked at him with wide eyes, “What?”

“Thank me later.”

Her friend had been walking up the stairs to their apartment when she got the call from Mason, they had met when y/n and Trevor took them along on a trip to ensure that no rumors would start. She had practically run the rest of the way and bolted into the apartment. She walked over to y/n and handed her the phone.

She reached out for it and held it up to her ear, “Hello?”

“Baby!” 

Her voice stuck in her throat along with the sob that had been forming for a while. “Trevor? Oh my god, are you alright?”

“I’m hanging in there. Are you okay?”

She paused, “No. No, I’m not okay.”

“You know what, I’m coming to London tonight. Just hold on until I get there.”

“Hurry please.”

And just as he promised, 8 hours later he was standing in her apartment, opening his arms for her. She ran into them once she heard him call out and buried her head into his chest. Trevor sunk to the floor with her, his back pressed up against the wall, “It’s okay. I’m here. I got you.”

He could feel her body racked with sobs and he couldn’t help but start crying himself. He had torn himself apart these past two weeks as he waited to hear from her and knowing how much she had been in pain had hurt him. He picked her up soon after and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. He crawled in next to her and wrapped his arms around her once more.

“Have you heard from your brothers yet?”

“Not a word. Not that I have checked my phone since the article came out.”

He frowned at her, tightening his hold, “Sometimes I wonder if part of their acceptance is just to forget it ever happened in the first place.”

This made him laugh a little as he pulled back to look at her. He moved the piece of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear. His face changed when he realized that her small smile had turned back into a frown, “I feel so lost. They used to adore me, used to protect me, but now. It feels like they just wish I never existed.”

“Hey, they still love you.” She just blinked at him, “I’m sure if you looked at your phone they would just be wondering if you were okay.”

“I liked your speech, it was very put together.”

He smiled at her, “It made me very proud to be your girlfriend.”

“Hey, I’m always proud to be your boyfriend.”

She giggled and kissed his cheek, “You know what I mean you dork.”

“Speaking of boyfriends and girlfriends. Did you know Mason and Lia were dating?”

She perked up, “No! When did that happen?”

“Apparently-”

“Hey.”

The two turned and looked at Lia, “What’s up?”

“Your brothers are here.”

꒰ MISCELLANEOUS PLAYER TAGLIST ꒱

@toasttt11 @chiblackhawks @pucks-goals-penalties @dancerbailey3 @quinnylouhughesx43

PART TWO ; TZ11 MASTERLIST ; NHL MASTERLIST

TAGLIST ; NAVIGATION

[stereoqueen]

forbidden fruit - pt 4 - n.hischier

summary: lakehouse break due to the NHL awards. taylor becomes a presenter for an award last minute causing her to gain the internet’s attention (and nico).

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nhl The Royal Family of Hockey has arrived in style! Siblings Quinn and Luke are up for their respective awards: Quinn for the James Norris Memorial Trophy and Luke for Calder. Parents Jim and Ellen accompany them with middle brother Jack, and a surprise guest, their younger sister Taylor, is presenting an award tonight!

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user91 THE ROYAL FAMILY

rds Green for Vancouver?

user37 the genes in this family is STRONG

user53 jack and taylor are so ellen it’s CRAZY

user62 why do we sleep on how gorgeous their sister is

spittinchiclets Holy Hughes

user80 the way I knew biz wrote this 😭

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nhl Actress Taylor Hughes is tonight’s presenter of the James Norris Memorial Trophy. It was a complete surprise for her big brother Quinn, who is slated to win the award.

tagged: taylorhughes, bardown

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barstoolsports Hughes genes are legendary on and off the ice

spittinchiclets Not pictured: Everyone’s reaction when she walked on stage

elitenetflix Our Hughes 🤍

jesperbruhquist once chance taylor PLEASE

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vancouvercanucks Your James Norris Memorial Trophy winner, Ladies and Gentlemen! Shoutout to Taylor Hughes for giving our guy the Award! 💙💚

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taylorhughes all for quinny!

user28 him looking over to her when saying how grateful he was the she was here

njdevils The Hughes bond is so strong regardless what team

user73 the camera panning to jack and luke sitting proudly as quinn takes the award from taylor oh my god they are a such cute family

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njdevils Our Hughes’ ❤️

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hugheslover86 the way this was taken when Taylor met Quinn on stage to give him his award

taylorhughes screaming crying throwing up my brothers are adorable

jesperbruhquist LUKE CALDER ROBBED

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taylorhughes Hockey has been a huge part of my world since I could remember. Even though I didn’t play to the level of my brothers, the honor is still just as great when I am able to contribute. A huge thank you to the National Hockey League for letting me be a presenter, especially to an award near and dear to my family. Quinn and Luke have dreamed of winning the Norris since we were playing mini sticks in the living room. To present this award to one of my role models on his first win is something I know I’ll never forget. Congrats Q!! Much love to all💚 Don’t be fooled, you’re still my awkward older brother who cant take a picture to save his life… trophy or not

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nicohischier Congrats Quinn! Go Luuuuukeeeee

njdevils same ^^

taylorhughes 🫂

lhughes_06 The way you had Quinn stressed the f out because he saved you a seat and you never came

taylorhughes I had to do my job 😭

_quinnhughes Love ya Kid, don’t scare me like that again though

taylorhughes I told them you hate surprises…. 🫣

mackcelebrini Qball!!

connorbedard_ Big Goat & Quinn

trevorzegras Enough to make a grown man cry.

jackhughes Not me though, stay safe ^

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enews American actress Taylor Hughes has gone viral after presenting the James Norris Memorial Trophy last night at the annual NHL Awards. Hughes, 21, is known for her breakthrough internationally in the Netflix show Elité, and is the youngest of the four Hughes Siblings. Her older brother, Quinn, was the recipient of the Norris Trophy. However not all eyes were on him last night because her beauty (and surprise appearance) took the internet’s attention.

Sources have also claimed that Taylor left with a special someone tonight 👀 More details soon!

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[misshoneyimhome]

What’s up, buttercups! 💕

Chapter six is here, bringing us even closer to the idea that sparked this whole story 😉 Personally, I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with this chapter—some parts I really enjoy, while others make me cringe at myself… Anyway, we all know where this is headed 😘

As always, happy reading! 💕

Tropes & warnings: inexperienced!reader x Auston Matthews, meet cute, strangers to friends, fake relationship, language

Word count: 7k Chapter one ; Chapter two ; Chapter three ; Chapter four ; Chapter five

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Chapter Six: The Ice King’s game changer

::

“Dearest Toronto readers,

It seems the Ice King and his Queen are not just skating by anymore—they’re captivating an entire city. In the wake of last night’s dinner date, whispers of their chemistry have turned into a resounding buzz, amplified by the kiss that stole the spotlight.

Oh, yes. You heard that right. A kiss. Not just a peck or a fleeting brush of lips, but a moment so undeniably intimate that it has us questioning everything we thought we knew about this royal couple. Auston Matthews, Toronto’s golden star with ice in his veins, and his Queen, a poised profile who continues to surprise us, shared a kiss that has left the city talking.

What makes this tale even more intriguing is the subtle transformation of our Ice King. Known for his cool, detached demeanour, Auston has been showing glimmers of something softer, something warmer. 

But is this love or strategy? As the Ice King prepares for tonight’s game against the Kraken, one thing is clear, Toronto: this story continues.

Stay tuned. The best is yet to come.

Yours always,

The Benchwarmer.”

_

Thursday –

The crisp morning air bit at your cheeks as you tightened your running shoes, your breath visible in the chill. Restlessness had dragged you out of bed far earlier than usual. Sleep had been impossible, with last night replaying over and over in your mind. The dim restaurant lighting, the way Auston leaned in like you were the only person in the room, his voice quiet and steady, somehow managing to soothe your nerves without even trying.

And, of course, the kiss.

God, the kiss.

It hadn’t been the fireworks-filled, over-the-top kind you’d imagined in your “perfect moment” fantasies. It was better—softer, slower. The way Auston’s eyes searched yours for permission, the gentleness of his lips against yours, steady and deliberate. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a moment. And it had left you feeling something you hadn’t in a long time: cared for.

Your pace quickened as the memory stirred something warm and unfamiliar. You tried to push it aside, focusing instead on the rhythm of your feet hitting the pavement, but it was no use. Auston Matthews, the cocky, larger-than-life hockey star, had shown you a side you hadn’t expected—gentle, personal, even… vulnerable. How could someone like him feel like two completely different people?

Your phone buzzed against your arm, jolting you back to reality. You slowed to a jog, glancing down reluctantly. Of course, the kiss had gone viral. Social media buzzed with images of Auston holding the car door for you, his hand at the small of your back, and that kiss—a perfect tilt of his head, his hand cradling your jaw. It looked impossibly polished, like a scene from a movie. Which, in some ways, it had been. And yet… not entirely. That realisation unsettled you more than you cared to admit.

Dinner had been better than you expected—his smirks, the way his voice dipped softer when he spoke directly to you, the glimpses of sincerity that peeked through his cocky exterior. Against all logic, you’d found yourself drawn to him, as if the magnetic pull he carried on the ice extended into every part of his life.

And then, there was his offer.

The sincerity in his voice as he proposed to help you had completely thrown you. Auston Matthews, who could have anyone, had looked you in the eye and offered something so earnest, so unexpected, that it had made you wonder: What if?

Your breath came in visible clouds as your pace slowed again, the brisk air stinging your skin as you fought to clear your head. Could you trust him? Could you even let yourself entertain the idea? After everything you’d been through, the thought of trusting anyone like that felt impossible. But there was something about Auston—something about the way he’d looked at you, steady and sure, like he saw parts of you you’d long since hidden away.

Another buzz. Your phone jolted against your arm again. A text this time from your brother: 

“So… Auston Matthews, huh? Care to explain?”

You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head as you picked up your pace again. How could you explain something you didn’t even fully understand yourself? The thought of introducing Auston to your family sent a pang of anxiety through you. They wouldn’t get it. Hell, you didn’t get it. And yet, despite the swirl of confusion, the idea of him meeting them someday refused to fade completely.

_

Auston sat in the locker room, lacing up his skates as the hum of chatter and laughter filled the air. It was game day—a home match against the Kraken—and the team’s energy was sharp yet relaxed. Morning practice was crisp, the drills seamless, everything perfectly in rhythm, yet Auston’s mind kept drifting back to you.

You were a puzzle he hadn’t expected but couldn’t ignore. Most people fell into predictable patterns around him—awed, impressed, eager to please. But you? You didn’t fawn over him or let his NHL superstar status phase you. You challenged him, called him out, and somehow still made him laugh while doing it. That disarming honesty threw him off balance in a way that both frustrated and fascinated him.

Practice was solid, the energy electric, but even as he fed off it, his thoughts kept circling back to the kiss. Not just the memory, but the feeling it left behind. It lingered in his chest, leaving him smirking to himself as he skated through drills, already thinking about how he’d approach you next.

And, of course, Mitch noticed. Nudging Auston as they walked to the meeting room, he grinned. “What’s with the smirk, Tony? Got something planned for tonight?”

Auston shrugged, his smirk widening just enough to irritate his best friend. “Just thinking about the game.”

“Sure you are,” Mitch replied with a knowing look.

Auston didn’t bother correcting him. Let him think what he wanted. His teammates didn’t need to know that grin had nothing to do with hockey—and everything to do with you.

_

The hum of the office was interrupted by a sudden commotion at the reception desk. A courier, dressed in stylish uniform, stood by the counter holding a sleek white box tied with an elegant black bow. The package seemed to draw attention like a magnet, sparking a ripple of whispers and curious glances among your co-workers. You glanced up from your laptop, your focus splintered as Clara, the receptionist, called your name across the room.

Your heart skipped a beat as you stood, hesitating slightly before making your way to the desk. It wasn’t the package itself that set you on edge—it was the watchful eyes of your colleagues tracking your every move, their unspoken curiosity palpable.

Clara handed you the box with a knowing smile, her eyebrows raised in playful intrigue. “Looks like someone’s got an admirer.”

“Hardly,” you muttered, though your cheeks warmed under the attention. The elegant packaging and the black bow whispered exclusivity, and your curiosity stirred. As you walked back to your desk, the whispers behind you swelled, prickling at your self-consciousness.

“What’s in the box?” Ina, your colleague, asked, her tone laced with a mix of curiosity and teasing as she swivelled slightly in her chair to face you.

“No idea,” you replied, setting the box down and feigning nonchalance, though your heart raced. Your fingers moved quickly to untie the ribbon, the hushed buzz around you only amplifying your nerves. As you lifted the lid, the contents took you by surprise—a pristine Toronto Maple Leafs jersey, the unmistakable number 34 and “Matthews” emblazoned boldly on the back.

But it wasn’t just the jersey that caught your attention. Resting on top of it was a small card:

“Know you’ll look sick in this. Bring your game face, boss. - A”

You bit your lip, the corners of your mouth twitching as you tried to suppress the smile threatening to spread. It was such a simple gesture, yet so distinctly Auston—cheeky, confident, but also unexpectedly thoughtful. And the fact that he’d sent it directly to your office, of all places, made your chest tighten with a mix of flustered nerves and something you didn’t quite want to name.

“That’s a hockey jersey, right? Matthews?” someone nearby asked, their curiosity piqued as they craned their neck to get a better look.

You shrugged, hoping your feigned indifference came off as convincing. “Yeah, I guess.”

Another co-worker, her grin wide and clearly fuelled by speculation, leaned closer. “He sent it here? To your office? That’s a big deal.”

“It’s nothing,” you deflected, your tone casual as you closed the box and slid it to the corner of your desk. “Just… work stuff.”

The murmurs eventually died down as your colleagues returned to their tasks, though you felt the weight of a few lingering glances. Once you were finally alone with your thoughts, your fingers drifted over the jersey’s soft fabric. The weight of the gesture settled over you—a mixture of playfulness and intent that was undeniably Auston. It wasn’t flashy or extravagant, but it was personal.

_

Returning home after training, Auston leaned against the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone when it buzzed with an incoming call. Mom. 

He sighed, knowing exactly why she was calling. Ever since the photos of the two of you at dinner hit social media, his family group chat had been lighting up with messages. And his mother had been particularly eager to get more details.

“Hola, mijo!” Ema’s cheerful voice greeted him as soon as he answered. “How’s my handsome son doing?”

“I’m good, Mama,” Auston replied, his voice softening. He always had a special tone reserved for his mother, one that was gentler, warmer.

“Good? Just good?” Ema teased. “I saw the photos, Auston. Oh she’s so beautiful! Please tell me about her. Or are you hiding her from us?”

Auston rubbed the back of his neck, already feeling the heat rise. “Well, I told you, her name’s Y/N. She works in PR, and we’ve been spending some time together.”

Ema’s delighted gasp came through the line. “PR? Smart and beautiful. Tell me more! How did you meet?”

Auston hesitated, trying to navigate the fine line between the truth and the story they were selling to the world. “We met through her job. She’s been working with MLSE, and we just… clicked, I guess.”

But Ema wasn’t easily satisfied. “Oh, that’s good! What’s she like? You’ve been spending time with her—what do you like about her? And her family?”

He sighed, trying to keep his answers as genuine as possible without revealing too much. “She’s driven, hardworking, really independent. She doesn’t take crap from anyone, especially not me,” he added with a chuckle. “Her family’s large, close-knit, and she’s got a good sense of humour. It’s nice.”

“It’s nice?” Ema scoffed; her tone playful but firm. “Auston, when a man talks about a woman like that, it’s more than nice. She sounds special.”

Auston couldn’t help but smile at his mother’s enthusiasm, though a flicker of unease crept in. “Yeah, she is. But, Mama, it’s still new. So, just don’t get ahead of yourself.”

But Ema ignored his caution, her excitement undeterred. “When can I meet her? Maybe we can all FaceTime soon? Or I can come up for a visit.”

His stomach twisted. That was the last thing he needed—dragging his mother into something that wasn’t real. The whole point of this arrangement was to maintain appearances, but involving family blurred those lines far too much.

“Mama, it’s still early,” he said carefully. “We’re just getting to know each other. Let’s not rush anything, okay?”

Ema hummed thoughtfully, clearly not convinced. “Fine, I won’t push. But Auston, I like this one already. She sounds good to you. And you deserve someone who makes you happy.”

Her words hit harder than he expected, the sincerity in her voice stirring something in him. “Thanks, Mama,” he said quietly. “I’ll keep you posted.”

“Don’t keep me waiting too long, mijo,” Ema said with a laugh. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Auston replied before hanging up, exhaling deeply as he set his phone down.

He ran a hand through his hair, staring at the screen as if it held the answers he needed. A part of him knew this could’ve happened. But bringing you into his family’s world felt like a line he wasn’t ready to cross. This was supposed to be simple—a PR move, a fake relationship to keep the media off his back. But the thought of introducing you to his mother, hearing you talk to her, and seeing you in his family’s dynamic? It felt too real.

And yet, as complicated as it all seemed, he couldn’t shake the idea that his mother might actually like you. That thought brought an unexpected warmth to his chest—and a whole new layer of confusion.

_ 

Jess and Maya didn’t let up easily either, their voices overlapping as they bombarded you with questions the second you sat down at your usual café table. You had managed to squeeze in some time for their relentless third-degree interrogation before tonight’s match.

“So, when do we get to meet him?” Jess asked, stirring her latte with a dramatic flourish. “You can’t just keep this hockey star all to yourself. Besides, we need to approve - as always.”

“Yeah, seriously,” Maya chimed in, leaning forward with a grin. “Don’t think you can dodge us forever. Plus, I have to see if he lives up to the hype.”

You smiled tightly, your stomach doing an uneasy flip. “It’s not really like that,” you said, carefully choosing your words. “We’re still… figuring things out.”

Maya raised an eyebrow. “Oh, come on. You’ve been out in public with him, kissing no less! Don’t tell me he’s not already calling you his girlfriend.”

Jess nodded in agreement, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Yeah, a jersey with his name is like hockey language, saying your his.”

You let out a soft chuckle, but then came Jess’ next question that sent an anxious shiver through you.

“What about your family? Have you told them yet? Or are you waiting for him to charm them with his million-dollar smile?”

The mention of your family made your stomach churn. You’d barely had time to process the implications of your arrangement with Auston yourself, let alone consider introducing him to the people who expected perfection at every turn. The thought of your mother’s scrutiny alone was enough to make you sweat.

“I haven’t mentioned it to them yet,” you admitted, trying to sound casual. “It’s… complicated.”

Maya tilted her head, clearly not buying it. “What’s so complicated? He’s hot, rich, and clearly into you. Your mom’s going to love him.”

You laughed dryly, shaking your head. “That’s exactly the problem. She’ll love him for all the wrong reasons. His looks, his money… but then she’ll start asking questions about his career. His schedule. How he’s supposed to be a present father when he’s on the road half the year. And then she’ll wonder if I’m planning to quit my job to… I don’t know, be a hockey wife or something.”

Jess frowned. “Yeah, that’s a lot of pressure. I mean, your mum’s always had high expectations, but you’re an adult. This is your life.”

“I know,” you said, sighing. “But my family isn’t like yours. They expect… a picture-perfect match. Someone who fits seamlessly into their world.”

“And Auston doesn’t?” Jess asked, her voice softer now.

You hesitated. “He’s… different. Not in a bad way. But in their world, he’d be the rebel. The outsider. He’s not the cookie-cutter guy they’d envision for me.”

Maya smirked. “Yeah, but sometimes the outsider is exactly what you need. You’ve spent your whole life trying to check their boxes. Maybe it’s time to check your own.”

Her words lingered in the air, and you felt a knot of emotion tightening in your chest. She was right, in a way. Auston wasn’t the type of guy you’d ever imagined yourself with, but maybe that was part of what drew you to him. He challenged you, made you question the rules you’d always followed. Maybe he wasn’t what your family would expect—but maybe that didn’t matter.

Still, the thought of facing your mother’s inevitable questions and assumptions sent a shiver down your spine. You could already picture her cooing about Auston’s Latino heritage, imagining how beautiful your hypothetical children would be, before diving headfirst into how impractical his career was for a stable family life. The conversation felt like a minefield, and you weren’t sure how—or when—you’d navigate it.

For now, you plastered on a smile and tried to steer the conversation away. “I’ll let you know when it’s time to meet him,” you said, aiming for lightness. “But don’t hold your breath. We’re taking things slow.”

Jess and Maya exchanged a glance but let it go—for now. And as the conversation shifted to lighter topics, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of what lay ahead. Auston Matthews might be the perfect guy on paper for some, but in your world, he was a risk. A gamble.

And yet, as much as the thought of introducing him to your family made your stomach twist, another thought crept in: maybe, just maybe, he was exactly what you needed.

_

The arena buzzed with energy as the final horn sounded, signalling a 5-3 win for the Leafs. The crowd roared with excitement, and you found yourself swept up in the celebratory atmosphere. It was your second time navigating this world of flashing cameras, cheering fans, and high-fives from players you barely knew, and tonight, it felt a little less daunting. Maybe even close to something familiar.

You lingered near the wives and girlfriends, their laughter and camaraderie helping to ease the occasional pang of awkwardness you felt as an outsider. Aryne, ever the gracious host, looped you into their conversation, her easy confidence making you feel like you belonged. But your focus kept drifting, your eyes drawn to Auston as he made his rounds with the media.

There he was, freshly showered, his hair still damp and swept back, the sharp lines of his post game outfit tailored to perfection. Microphones surrounded him as reporters hung on his every word. You watched, unable to stop your gaze from lingering on the curve of his jaw, the way his lips moved as he spoke, or the easy way he carried himself, exuding confidence. Too much confidence, you thought. A part of you rolled your eyes at how self-assured he seemed, yet another part couldn’t help but find it… attractive.

You convinced yourself it was professional curiosity. Watching him work the media was relevant to your job. But deep down, you knew it wasn’t just that. The memory of his recent bold proposition, the way he’d kissed you last night, and the teasing note he’d sent earlier—all of it swirled in your mind, making it impossible to look at him without a flutter in your chest.

When the interviews wrapped up, Auston made his way over to you, his presence as magnetic as ever. He smiled as he placed a hand on your waist, pulling you closer. The warmth of his touch and the faint, clean scent of his post-game shower made your heart skip a beat.

“Knew the jersey would look good on you,” he murmured, his voice low enough that only you could hear. His hand lingered on your hip, and his closeness felt more intimate than it should have. “Remember, game face on.”

At first, you leaned into the act, letting him hold you as you exchanged pleasantries with his teammates and staff. But as the minutes ticked by, something shifted. Auston’s demeanour changed, his cocky confidence coming to the forefront. He started talking about his connections, dropping names like Justin Bieber and hinting at the exclusive events he’d been invited to. The swagger in his tone felt like a stark contrast to the Auston you’d seen last night—soft-spoken, considerate, even sweet.

You tried to brush it off, reminding yourself that this was part of the persona he wore around others. Still, the arrogance in his tone grated on your nerves, making it harder to reconcile the two versions of him.

Finally, as the crowd began to thin out, Auston’s attention turned fully to you. His hand tightened slightly on your waist as he leaned in, his voice softer now. “You know,” he began, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “if we’re going to sell this, we should probably seal it with another kiss… in front of everyone.”

You froze, caught off guard by the suggestion. His eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was an underlying sincerity to his words. Your mind raced, torn between hesitation and the knowledge that your boss was likely tracking every headline. This was part of the job, you reminded yourself. Part of the deal.

Swallowing your nerves, you nodded.

Auston didn’t waste a second. He cupped your face gently, tilting your chin up as his lips met yours. The kiss started soft, a brush of warmth, but then it deepened. His lips moved against yours with a confidence that made your breath hitch, and for a moment, the world around you faded. The noise of the arena, the curious stares, all of it melted away, leaving just the two of you.

When he pulled back, your lips tingled, and your heart raced uncontrollably. Auston grinned down at you, his hand again resting on your waist. “Not bad,” he teased, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

You couldn’t help but glare at him, more at yourself than at him. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. He wasn’t supposed to make you melt so easily. “You’re insufferable,” you muttered under your breath, though your flushed cheeks betrayed you.

As the night came to an end, Auston walked you to your waiting Uber. The confident swagger he’d worn throughout the evening seemed to have melted away, leaving behind a softer, more genuine version of himself. He lingered by the door, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, as if debating his next words. The glow from the streetlights cast a warm light on his face, highlighting the sincerity in his expression.

“About my offer,” he said finally, his voice low but steady. His dark eyes locked onto yours, holding your attention in a way that felt almost intimate. “I meant what I said. I want to help.”

There was no rush, no pressure in his tone—just a quiet assurance that felt disarming. In that moment, you caught another glimpse of the Auston he hid behind his public persona. The one who wasn’t all bravado and confidence, but someone thoughtful, patient, and unexpectedly kind. Someone you could almost let yourself trust.

You nodded, managing a soft smile despite the jumble of thoughts swirling in your head. “Thanks, Auston. I truly appreciate it.”

He smiled faintly, his lips curving just enough to show a trace of his usual charm. “How about dinner tomorrow night? My place. Before we head out on the road again.”

“Oh,” you hesitated, the idea of seeing him again so soon catching you slightly off guard. But before you could second-guess yourself, you found yourself nodding. “Okay… yeah… Good idea.”

“Great,” he said, his voice lighter now. He took a small step back as the Uber driver rolled down the window to confirm your name. “Get home safe, boss.”

You gave him a parting smile as you climbed into the car, your heart still racing from the weight of his words and the lingering warmth of his presence. The ride home was quiet, but your thoughts were anything but. The memory of his kisses kept replaying in your mind, the gentle touch of his hand at the small of your back, and the way his lips had pressed against yours, leaving you breathless. It almost had you yearning for more. 

The lines between the act you’d both agreed to and the reality of what was happening were slowly blurring, becoming harder to distinguish with every interaction. And as much as you tried to convince yourself this was still just a temporary arrangement, you couldn’t help but feel like you were in far deeper than you’d ever intended.

_

“Toronto, hold onto your helmets! The Ice King has stolen the spotlight again, but this time, he’s not alone. Auston Matthews and his Queen lit up Scotiabank Arena with a scene straight out of a Hollywood romance—a big win, a lingering kiss, and enough chemistry to melt the ice. 

Our Queen was spotted among the other royalties, looking confident and sporting her new #34 jersey. And who could blame her? Courted by one of hockey’s most eligible bachelors, she’s commanding attention both on and off the ice.

Meanwhile, the Leafs secured a thrilling 5-3 victory over the Kraken. Knies shone, Nylander delivered, and Lorentz and Domi rounded out a strong team effort. But beyond the scoreboard, Matthews and his Queen have Toronto hooked. With every glance and touch, their story grows stronger. Stay frosty, Toronto.” – The Benchwarmer

_

November, Friday -  

Auston leaned against the counter in his sleek, modern kitchen, spinning his phone absently in his hand, his thoughts a tangled mix of strategy and sincerity. The relentless stream of notifications—DMs from women he didn’t know, old flings sliding back into his messages, and his teammates’ teasing texts—was nothing new. If anything, the media frenzy around his “relationship” with you had only amplified the chaos. But tonight, for the first time, it all felt like background noise.

Once, he might have thrived on this—the attention, the validation, the ease of picking someone from the crowd to occupy his time. But you? You were different. You were a puzzle he wasn’t used to solving, and he found himself unwilling to take shortcuts.

That wasn’t to say it was easy. In truth, you were a challenge, and Auston thrived on challenges. There was a part of him—one he couldn’t quite shake—that saw the guarded way you carried yourself and thought, I can break through that. Not maliciously, not as a game to play and win, but as something far more personal. Cracking through your layers felt like earning something genuine, and that ignited his competitive streak just as much as it intrigued him.

At the same time, it wasn’t just about the chase. Somewhere along the way, this thing with you had shifted into unfamiliar territory. You saw past the public persona, past the bravado he wore like armour, and you challenged him. And Auston wasn’t sure what unnerved him more: the fact that he couldn’t quite figure you out, or the fact that he didn’t want to stop trying.

His thoughts flickered back to the tension coiling in his chest, the low hum of need that hadn’t been easy to ignore lately. His phone buzzed again, and he glanced down at another DM—a name he vaguely recognised offering something easy, something fleeting. Once, he might have answered without a second thought. But the idea of hooking up with someone random now felt… cheap. Hollow.

He sighed, setting his phone down, face-down, on the counter and running a hand through his hair. His gaze shifted to the clock. You’d be over soon, and tonight had to strike the perfect balance. He didn’t want to push, but he wanted to see if he could nudge you just a little closer to trusting him, to letting him in.

Dinner was ready; takeout from your favourite Italian spot. Felix had been walked and was now curled up in his bed, his fluffy tail twitching in a lazy dream. The apartment was spotless, but not too spotless; he’d carefully left it just imperfect enough to feel inviting. Casual, effortless. He didn’t want you thinking he was trying too hard.

Okay, maybe he was. Just a little.

But beneath it all was a quiet thrill, a sense of anticipation that had him feeling almost like a rookie again. Nervous, but determined. Because this wasn’t just about seduction or proving something to himself. It was about you. The thought of earning your trust, of seeing you let your guard down, was far more satisfying than any fleeting conquest could ever be.

When the doorbell rang, Auston straightened instinctively, his heart giving a small, traitorous leap. Felix, ever the loyal greeter, jumped up from his bed and bounded to the door, letting out a low bark as his tail wagged furiously.

“Easy, Snuff,” Auston murmured, scratching behind the fluffy friend's ears before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

And there you were.

You stood in the warm glow of the hallway light, dressed in your professional work attire—a fitted skirt, a blouse that hugged your frame just right, and heels that gave you that sophisticated look. There was a touch of nervousness in your smile, but it only made you look more endearing.

“Hey,” Auston said, his voice warm and steady, though his pulse quickened at the sight of you.

“Hey,” you replied softly, your voice carrying a mix of excitement and apprehension as you stepped into his home.

Felix wasted no time presenting himself, trotting up to you with his bright eyes and wagging tail. You crouched down, letting out a soft laugh as you scratched behind his ears. “Well, hi, Felix,” you cooed, giving the dog your full attention. Felix, clearly pleased, flopped onto his back, offering his belly for more pets.

“Seems like he’s missed you,” Auston teased, nudging the dog gently with his foot as Felix let out a contented huff. “Traitor.”

You laughed, standing back up and smoothing your skirt as Felix rolled over and trotted back to his bed. “He’s adorable.”

“Yeah, he’s good company,” Auston admitted, closing the door behind you. “Come on in. Make yourself at home.”

As you slipped off your coat and hung it neatly on the hook by the door, you couldn’t shake the nervous energy that buzzed faintly under your skin. Music played softly in the background, as you glanced around the space, taking in the details of Auston’s apartment—the subtle mix of modern masculinity and personal charm that reflected the man you were still trying to figure out. For someone who exuded so much confidence on and off the ice, his home was surprisingly inviting, with warm lighting and carefully curated touches that hinted at a quieter, more thoughtful side of him.

Auston, leaning casually against the doorframe, watched you with a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. There was something captivating about the way you moved, even in your hesitation—a kind of quiet grace that made you seem as though you belonged there, despite the nerves he could sense radiating from you.

“Nice place,” you said, your voice light but genuine as your gaze swept across the sleek furniture and personal details. The large, comfortable couch dominated the living room, flanked by a couple of armchairs and a low coffee table stacked with neatly arranged magazines and books. On the wall, a framed jersey hung proudly alongside an abstract piece of art that added a pop of colour to the neutral tones of the space. Family photos dotted the shelves—some with his mother and sisters, others of him with his dog, a few even capturing moments from his childhood. It all felt so personal, so unguarded.

“Thanks,” Auston replied, his voice casual but warm. “My mom and sister helped with the decorating. Figured I needed more than just a couch and a TV.”

The small joke eased the tension in the room, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Well, they did a good job. It’s… inviting.”

“Inviting, huh?” he teased lightly, stepping further into the room. His hands slid into his pockets as he watched you take it all in. “That’s good. I was aiming for ‘inviting.’”

You let out a soft chuckle, feeling the tension in your shoulders begin to ease. His relaxed demeanour was unexpectedly disarming, drawing you out of your own thoughts and grounding you in the moment. While unspoken hints of where the evening might lead lingered in the air, you chose not to dwell on them too much.

Over dinner, the initial awkwardness began to dissolve, replaced by the comfort of easy conversation. The takeout spread—a mix of pasta dishes, salads, and garlic bread—felt intimate yet casual, and Auston’s warmth filled the room as he asked about your day, your work, and your favourite places in the city. His genuine interest surprised you. The confidence and bravado he wore so often were still there in flashes, but tonight, it was layered with something softer, something that made you feel like he was truly present in the moment.

He laughed as you told him a story about a particularly disastrous client meeting, the sound rich and deep, and you found yourself relaxing more with every passing minute. His smile had a way of making you forget your nerves, and the playful glint in his eyes whenever he teased you left you simultaneously flustered and charmed.

It wasn’t until the plates were nearly empty that the energy in the room shifted. Auston reached across the table, his large hand enveloping yours. His thumb began to trace slow, deliberate circles over your skin, and the gesture sent a soft shiver up your spine. His gaze locked onto yours, intense but gentle, holding you captive in a way that made your breath hitch.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low, almost hesitant. The sincerity in his tone caught you off guard, and you could feel your pulse quicken under his touch.

“Yeah,” you managed to say, though your voice felt unsteady. Your heart was racing, and you weren’t sure if it was from the intensity of his stare or the warmth spreading through you from the simple act of holding your hand.

His lips curved into that signature smile of his, the one that managed to be equal parts cocky and endearing. “Good,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm. “Come on—let’s move to the couch.”

Grabbing both of your unfinished drinks, he stood, guiding you with him as you moved to the leather sectional in the living room. The cushions seemed to envelop you as you sank into them, and Auston settled in beside you, his arm draped casually across the back of the couch. For a moment, you were hyper aware of the space between you—minimal but electric, every inch of proximity charged with unspoken tension.

At first, neither of you spoke, the soft hum of Auston’s playlist filling the silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but the unspoken tension hung in the air, crackling like static. Just as you began to feel the weight of it, Auston’s low, soothing voice broke through, drawing you back into an easy conversation. The words flowed for a while, easing the charge in the air—until they didn’t. Another pause lingered, this one heavier, yet somehow not awkward.

This time, when your eyes met, it was different. His gaze held yours, steady and searching, and without a word, it felt as though the two of you were communicating something unspoken. Your eyes flickered briefly to his lips, and in response, Auston unconsciously ran his tongue across his bottom lip, the simple action making your breath hitch. You parted your lips slightly, as though about to speak, but no words came. Still, somehow, Auston understood.

When he leaned in, his movement was slow, deliberate, as if he was giving you every chance to pull away. His lips brushed softly against yours, testing, teasing, and the world seemed to tilt slightly on its axis. The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle exploration, but as you leaned into him, it deepened. His hand came up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin, and the tenderness of the gesture made your chest ache in the best way.

Your hands moved instinctively, threading through his dark hair, your fingertips grazing the soft strands as they trailed down the curve of his neck and over the solid breadth of his shoulders. The faint scratch of his beard against your skin sent an unexpected shiver coursing through you, a sensation both foreign and addicting. Everything about this—about him—felt disarmingly natural, as though this moment had been waiting for you to let your guard down and simply lean into it.

Auston’s movements remained slow and steady, his hands firm but gentle, guiding you seamlessly into the deepening kiss. When he eased you back against the couch, your head meeting the cushion beneath you, his tongue brushed past your lips with a polite yet insistent request. You welcomed him without hesitation, your own tongue meeting his in a sensual rhythm that sent heat pooling low in your stomach.

Your hands continued to explore him, fingers mapping the lines of his neck, the planes of his chest, and the solid strength of his arms. Beneath his controlled movements, you could sense the restrained power in him, a careful balance between taking and waiting for your permission. With his arms on either side of you, his body hovered just above yours, close enough to feel his warmth, but he never let his weight press down, leaving you space to decide how far this would go.

The tension was electric. The more his lips moved against yours, the more the air seemed to thin, your breaths coming shorter, your skin tingling with every touch. A soft sound escaped you when your hips instinctively lifted toward his, the motion involuntary but honest. It was as if your body was betraying your carefully guarded mind, signalling a desire you hadn’t been prepared to admit.

Auston paused briefly, his lips lingering against yours before pulling back just enough to catch his breath. His forehead pressed gently against yours, and for a moment, the two of you stayed like that, the room filled only with the sound of your uneven breathing. His dark eyes searched yours, flickering with something that seemed to tread the line between vulnerability and determination.

He didn’t want to rush you—he knew he couldn’t rush you—but he also couldn’t deny how right this felt. You were relaxed beneath him in a way he hadn’t seen before, your body subtly leaning into his, your touch soft yet inviting. His own need simmered just beneath the surface, the pull of desire undeniable as he felt the heat of you so close, the way your body had responded to his without hesitation.

Finally, Auston broke the silence, his voice soft and low, carrying a vulnerability that surprised even him. “Did you try what I suggested?” he asked, his dark eyes searching yours. “Did you touch yourself?”

Your breath caught slightly as you nodded, the weight of his question leaving you momentarily unsteady.

A small, approving smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Good,” he murmured, his voice warm, almost coaxing. He paused briefly, as if carefully considering his next words. “Did you enjoy it?”

You hesitated only for a moment before nodding again, your gaze locked onto his, unable to look away.

A flicker of something deeper crossed his features, and his voice softened even further, a thread of both caution and invitation woven into his words. “Do you… want to come to the bedroom with me?”

The question hung between you, heavy and weighted with possibility. You hesitated for just a moment, your logical mind briefly warring with the primal instinct that had taken over. Trust was still a complicated thing, something you weren’t entirely ready to give fully, but the magnetic pull of this moment made it hard to think clearly. The circumstances of your arrangement were unconventional, but in this instant, it didn’t matter.

And when you let out a soft ‘yes’, barely above a whisper, Auston’s lips quirked into a small, genuine smile, one that made your chest tighten all over again. Gently he stood, his movements fluid and confident, and took your hand in his. The steadiness of his grip was grounding, as though he was silently reassuring you that he’d take his time, that this was about both of you.

He led you down the hallway, the dim lighting casting soft shadows that seemed to wrap around the two of you, cocooning you in a world that felt separate from reality. Each step drew you further from the noise of the outside world and closer to something intimate, something raw and unspoken. And as he gently guided you into his bedroom, the air between you buzzed with a quiet anticipation that made your heart race and your breath catch.

_

“Dearest Toronto readers, 

The Ice King has officially rewritten the rules, and it seems the Queen has more influence over him than we ever anticipated. This week brought us glimpses of intimacy beyond the ice and the arena, revealing a side of Auston Matthews that’s left the city buzzing.

Thursday’s game against the Kraken ended with a stellar 5-3 win, but the true highlight wasn’t on the scoreboard. A lingering kiss in the aftermath of the victory—captured perfectly by prying lenses—cemented the growing chemistry between Auston and his Queen. The image has become the city’s latest obsession, sparking debates across forums and dinner tables.

And then came Friday. The Queen was spotted entering Matthews’ private residence. While the cameras didn’t catch what happened behind those closed doors, we can only imagine the layers of their connection unfolding. Witnesses? None. Speculation? Endless.

Could it be that our Ice King has found someone worth melting for?

Toronto, the game may have just begun, but it’s already shaping up to be a season worth watching. Auston and his Queen are redefining what it means to rule the city together.

Stay tuned, because this saga is far from over.

Yours always,

The Benchwarmer.”

[simonsapelsin]

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🏒 Hockey

futures we should try to make by @royalwilmon (WIP)

Simon’s rookie year playing hockey in the NHL is off to a slow start. That is until the troubled son of a former hockey legend gets traded onto his team. With explosive chemistry on and off the ice, Wille and Simon have a good shot of taking the league by storm.

Et c'est le but! by @piebingo (WIP)

An AU where Simon moves in with a host family when he gets chosen by a new hockey team, halfway across the globe. While he gets along with his host parents, their son isn't too happy about this new living situation.

⚽ Football

The Twelfth Player (series) by @malinowaj

When professional footballer Wilhelm Andersson meets popstar Simon Eriksson, he doesn't know just how much his life is going to change. But how much is he willing to lose to win?

Coming Straight Home to Me by willefroggie (WIP)

Wille is a soccer player for the Swedish men's national football team and Simon is an international pop star.

🏀 Basketball

can i take a shot at your heart? by @theaviatorthatcouldnotfly (WIP)

Simon and Wille may be teammates on the Hillerska boys' basketball team, but that doesn't mean they get along. After a video destroyed their friendship, Simon's been determined to avoid Wille at all costs. But when they're forced to work together for the sake of team bonding, Simon finds himself having to confront some truths about what really went on between them- and whether he really hates Wilhelm as much as he once thought he did.

🏊‍♂️ Swimming

Like a Flipturn, You've Got Me Head Over Heels series by @invisiblewille

Normally the main fight at the Olympics is to see who gets first. But ever since Simon took the swimming world by a storm during the Rio Olympics in 2020, it's not been a question of who would get first, but who would join the Venezuelan swimmer and his equally accomplished Swedish rival on the podium in third. Gold and silver belonged to Wille and Simon. Everyone else could only hope to fight for bronze.

🤸 Gymnastics

Win The Meet-verse (series) by hillerskabrainrot

An alternate universe where Wille isn't a prince and neither of them go to Hillerska. They're both on Sweden's national gymnastics team and meet when they're made roommates during a national team camp.

The Winner Takes It All by @iwouldnevergetintofanfic

It's the Stockholm Olympics and Prince Wilhelm expects to be bored out of his mind watching the Men's Artistic Gymnastics. He does not expect to leave the event with a big, fat crush on gymnast Simon Eriksson. Nobody expects him to show up to another artistic gymnastics event. And another one.

🌊 Diving

hold on to what you believe by @leojfitz (WIP)

Wille and Simon both qualify for the Olympics. They have to share a room, and Wille is not too happy about it. Until he kind of he is.

🥊 Boxing

Down for the count by @iwouldnevergetintofanfic

Prince Wilhelm is known for his notoriously dangerous hobbies. He might be compensating for his pointless job but who's asking. So of course he jumps at the chance of participating in the "Celebrity vs. Pro Boxer" reality TV show. He's a bit surprised when his trainer, boxing champion Simon Eriksson, famous for his mean left hook and his burning ambition, meets him with baseless, blatant hostility. But then again, this might be just the thrill Wille so desperately seeks…

⛸️ Figure Skating

Hope and Legacy by @malinowaj (WIP)

Simon Eriksson has been skating nearly all his life and has a dream. To make that dream come true, he agrees to help Wilhelm with his skating. Little does Simon know that in doing so, he's getting more than he bargained for.

🎾 Tennis

now we're knee-deep in this mess by @prplewille

Simon and Wilhelm are friends. Then they have sex, fall in love, play tennis and ruin each other's lives. In no particular order.

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WIP Wednesday

A bit late but happy new year 🎊 starting the year off strong with 10 WIP recs - enjoy!! ❤️

the world forgetting, by the world forgot by @leaves-of-laurelin (book-verse)

@dot524: This is an extraordinarily sad and poignant story about the tragedy of a failed relationship and the efforts to bring it back together. Alex and Henry used to be together, but they grew apart. As part of their breakup, Henry underwent a procedure that caused him to forget Alex, and Alex decides to do the same thing. What will they do when they realize that it was a mistake? This is an Eternal Sunlight of the Spotless Mind AU, and I’m not familiar with that story, but the fic is engrossing and well-done. It’s also almost finished. Check it out!

Like Because, Love Despite by @aforgottennymph (book-verse)

@dot524: Alex and Henry are work rivals who are both working themselves to the bone. It turns out that they used to be together, but they broke up. Their assistants, Nora and Pez, have come up with a plan to get them together - mainly to make their own jobs tolerable. But Alex and Henry are working through a painful past, and things are not always as they seem. I was snorting reading the most recent chapter - this one is just fun, joyful, and hilarious. Plus there are some flashbacks to their relationship that make you feel all the feels. Can’t wait to see how the author gets these two together!

Break Out by @cricketnationrise (book/movie-verse)

@na-dineee: Ice hockey is the perfect setup for an MLM romance, right?! Novels like Time to Shine are a prime example, and there are already some amazing firstprince x ice hockey AUs out there. And now, cricketnationrise started one too – yay !! Humor, fluff, and eventual smut – ok, enough said, I’m in!

i'll be riding shotgun by @callmevenji (book-verse)

@na-dineee: As with ice hockey, road trips are just as popular setups for many beautiful rwrb fanfics. With this one, I’m able to tick off some of my favourite tropes, like enemies to lovers, oblivious Alex with abandonment issues, or found family. The author’s previous fics have always amazed me, and I’m sure this one will be no different – the setup is just too good!

tis the damn season by @littlemisskittentoes (book-verse)

@na-dineee: I think this is Sarah’s first multi-chap fic? Alex and Henry were childhood best friends, a friendship that meant the world to Alex. But that’s all in the past. Still, Alex’s stubborn heart never stopped loving Henry... The WiP is posted about halfway through, and it’s as beautifully poetic as you’d expect from Sarah. The small town setting gives off such cozy vibes – it’s just so lovely !!

The Love Lasts So Long by @chaa-kiao (book-verse)

@na-dineee: The Foxes are close friends of the Claremont-Diazes. However, Alex can’t stand Henry. Like, not at all !! Naturally he's kind of shocked/annoyed to find out that Henry will be spending Christmas with them. As usual, Alex is totally oblivious to his feelings, but they'll get there, won't they?! I love this author, and am so glad that they're posting again. A story about falling in love, discovering their feelings, and the magic of Christmas - even in January just perfect.

The Final Rose by @tinyarmedtrex (book-verse)

@na-dineee: Alex is the new Bachelor, and it's Henry's job to keep everything running smoothly. Of course, the whole thing gets off to a rocky start. Henry can't stand Alex and his easy charm, but as he gets to know him, he starts to warm up, realising his feelings are anything but professional. Are we here for this?!! Yes, we are, aren’t we?!

Sweet Little Lies by @celaestis1 (book-verse)

@dot524: Canon divergent AU where Alex misses the royal wedding and Cake-gate never happened, but a flirtation between June and Henry and a lavender relationship did instead. Alex is still obsessed with Henry and has to confront his own feelings as the situation unfolds. So excited to see where this goes, especially since I’ve loved this author’s other works!

Driven to Distraction by @happiness-of-the-pursuit (book-verse)

@na-dineee: Since last year’s photos of TZP and Nick at F1 events, we’ve all been waiting (okay, maybe just me … but you too, right?!) for this AU. And now it’s here, written by none other than happinessofthepursuit. It’s going to be 10 chapters, rated E, Enemies to Lovers—and chapter 1 already leaves you wanting more.

Married at First Sight by @omgcmere (book-verse)

@myheartalivewrites: If you heard squealing across the oceans on Sunday, it was probably me when I saw the email notification for this beloved author publishing her first fic in 3 years. Alex and Henry sign up to do a reality show (if you haven't watched it, don't worry. I haven't and I'm enjoying it all the same!) in which they are supposed to get married to a complete stranger--except it turns out they already know each other, and Alex has been nursing a grudge for years. We're only a chapter in but the tension has already built up to an excellent level and I can't wait to keep reading.

check out our past WIP recs here ❤️

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Octonauts OC !! ~~~~~ Noah Bernard 🐶🏔🇨🇦 ====================

Yippieeee!! Finally remembered to post him!!

NOAH'S LORE !!

This is Noah Bernard, a saint bernard dog from Canada, where he worked in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, specifically in the Search And Rescue Division --- He's a Mountie!!!

He's a gentle giant, tolerate and friendly to all . . . Until you offend him, and the most offensive thing in the world you can do to him is insult his beloved husband VOLKOV!! (Chernobyl dog oc) YAOI DOGS WHOOO!!! Noah would happily throw all his nice-ness out of the window when he has to defend his husband. Usually, he's having to defend Volkov from bigger meaner animals, drunk people when they go to the pub together, and on occasion, the racially motivated jerk or two. Noah's fist doesn't discriminate 🫶 ---- another thing is that Volkov technically isn't of any certain dog breed, he's just a mix of whatever was left behind in the Chernobyl evacuations, so other meaner dogs will sometimes pull a "he's not a real dog" stunt . . . Only to get their ass then beat by Noah. How romantic ☺️

They are literally inseparable and I love them sm FHSHSJFDKEF

Noah, as much as he loves Volkov, doesn't spend a lot of time with him, and it's because of their jobs. Volkov travels A LOT for his job, usually to America, or to Ukraine, where he frequently returns to visit family that live there.

When Volkov is off doing his work and Noah isn't doing his own, you can find him at the local pub. He LOVES his alcohol (in a healthy way ofc), he thinks of himself as a connoisseur. As said before, he's very friendly, so he's never alone in their small town. It's one of those places where everyone knows everyone, and Noah is the resident "we all love that guy." The pub is always brighter when he comes to visit, and you'll find him happy and content surrounded by bar fights, drunk animals, hockey games, and poutine 👍 ----- Noah is also bitter rivals with the local wine connoisseur, who I may make into an oc some day (I'm already imagining silly scenarios X3)

When Volkov finally comes back home after his months away, he's learned to expect cuddles for AT LEAST 24 hours straight, no less ☝️

A DOODLE OF THE HUSBANDOS~

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That's all for Noah that I can think of, baiii!~

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I WAS WONDERING if u knew any other authors who writes long fics or similar to you? I JUST FINISHED YOUR HYUNG LINE SERIES AND theres an empty feeling in my heart i dont know what to do now… absolutely amazing your works are. i feel like theres something missing 😔 is there any authors you could recommend while waiting for sunghoons fic??

(no need to answer if this comes across as insensitive.. TT i just cant really find much authors who does really long fics and im super into those, just to keep busy while waiting for more of your works!)

I do!!! I have a whole blog to recommend fanfics and other authors! It's @littlefluu

I try to regurlary update my masterlists and am working on member specific masterlists! If you find any new good works, pleas let me know and send it to me though an anon ask or a dm or sth! I am also always on the hunt for new fics :) I do particularly enjoy these authors:

★ @thatfeelinwhenyou (insane. just. insane. I can't wait for the new chapter of safe & sound, it's so welll written I get so immered it's crazy) ★ @jakesimfromstatefarm (works of art. I am very excited to read addies upcoming work 'fine line') ★ @zreamy (THE WAY ZO WRITES??? AMAZING!!! IT lowkey feels a bit like how I feel when reading Jenny Hans books? I feel like watching a movie with that nice coming of age sound track and the warm yellow filter. I would love to read her stuff as a published book ngl) ★ @whjluv (I was so addicted to 'the love ride' and as soon as I find the time I will endulge myself by reading 'the right thing') ★ @jjunbug (holy shit. just. holy shit. in the best way possible. My poor heart was beating SO fast when I read 'dollmaker') ★ @asahicore (emma has so many bangers that I have to add to my master list. I swear her stuff is so good ugh) ★ @jaylver ( I LOVE the 'no competition' & the 'no brakes' series oh my lord. No competition actually inspired 'the hockey diaries') ★ @gyuuberryy (oh my god the 'royally yours' series? b a n g e r amongst so many other brilliant works) ★ @pprodsuga / @paarksunghoon (she switched accounts but her writing is still as good. Like REALLY good!!) ★ @jaeminvore (omg I've been reading Nics works for a few years now for both nct and enhypen and I cant tell you how often I have reread 'Volleyball for Dummies (In Love Edition)' 'Deuce' and 'My (Accidental) Demon Roommate' )

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Lots of love Patty ♡