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Men's Hockey (RPF) fanfiction recs:

Leon Draisaitl/Matthew Tkachuk [Part 1]

"thanksgiving" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 9,122 | Matthew's been parked for less than five minutes when his passenger door opens and a tall, broad guy drops into the seat, illuminated just enough by the cabin light for Matthew to take in his heavy brow, and the sharp line of his nose, the stubbled shadow of his jaw. "Wow, you're handsome," Matthew says, as the door clicks shut, and then, "Wow, you're Leon Draisaitl."

"better than before" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 16,850 | "Huh," Matthew said, just a huff of sound like he was absorbing it. "You are so fucking into me." Leon could practically hear him smirking, the smug twist of his mouth. "What was your first clue?"

"hand in hand with best laid plans" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 5,351 | Matthew's standing in the middle of a row of gate seats when Leon sees him. Leon's instinct is to immediately step out of sight so Matthew won't see him, but that seems like an asshole thing to do, and embarrassing to admit to someone after the fact, so he walks over instead, backpack on and duffle over his shoulder. "What happened to you?" Matthew startles visibly, and when he turns to look at Leon he looks as exhausted as Leon feels. "Oh," he says, blandly. "They lost all my shit."

"all your jagged syntaxes" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 5,305 | Matthew hasn't had a real crush on someone since he was seventeen. He'd gotten over that fast enough. He'll get over this too.

"aligner, rapprocher" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 16,618 | "This would be easier on a bed," Leon says, right up against Matthew's jaw before he sucks a kiss to the underside of it. "Also, I wouldn't have to see it." Leon only jolts a little, Matthew between his legs where he's got a hip hitched up against the table. They turn their heads together, Matthew already laughing. Leon shrugs. "I didn't think you'd have made it back yet." Connor mmhmms a little judgmentally.

"a good thing you wanted to be true" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 21,047 | Leon knows about Matthew Tkachuk. Everyone knows about Matthew Tkachuk.

"what does daylight look like" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 8,465 | "Bet he'd love to know all the ways his beloved Tkachuk lets me defile him." "Definitely more surprised than an Oilers fan." "I think all of Alberta would be pretty surprised by the things we do to each other."

"collide the spaces that divide us" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 43,848 | Leon rolls the passenger window down and leans over. “You look like shit,” he says, because it’s true. Matthew looks like he spent the entire flight throwing up, face pale and the enormous purple bags forming under his eyes visible even with the mask in place. He’s sweating as he tosses his bag into the backseat, a weird sheen on his forehead that makes something in Leon's gut twist. “No fucking shit,” Matthew snaps back, sliding into the passenger seat and pulling off his mask with a wince. “I’ve been puking from Las Vegas to London.”

"slip under the tongue into translation" 🔒 (M) by lighthousetowers | 32,257 | Later, Brady will say it starts as a joke. And later, Matthew will tell him that in German, that would probably be something like es sollte nur ein Scherz sein. Or maybe, nur ein Spaß. He’d have to ask to make sure that’s right. But where’s the fun in that?

"comment for engagement" 🔒 (M) by RippingOffZeppelin | 27,971 | Matthew is made to start a YouTube channel after getting too much bad press to reconnect with the fans and show off the fun side of his hockey. It ends up being an eventful year.

"liebe geht durch den magen" 🔒 (T) by lighthousetowers | 6,211 | All Leon wanted were some easy recipes, and instead he got this guy, this – Matthew Tkachuk, alias tkachukycheese, YouTube channel owner by bi-weekly afternoon and dietician who works a lot with school classes by normal profession.

"how's it taste" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 3,001 | Leon knows how All-Star weekends are supposed to go. You show up, you resent being somewhere cold and miserable instead of warm and full of fruity cocktails, you do stupid trick shots and try to traumatize the league’s best goalies, you get drunk off your ass, you go home. He’s done it once already; nothing this year should be a surprise. Tkachuk is a surprise.

"Sea Change" 🔒 (E) by andthreequarts | 33,596 | “Wait, is that what’s happening here?” Matthew pushes forward, gets close. “Is that why you were being weird?” “Shut up,” Draisaitl growls, backing up. “Oh no,” Matthew laughs. “This is the funniest thing I’ve heard all week. Leon Draisaitl, an alpha’s alpha. Who would have guessed it, you’re into an omega with barely any scent?”

"your best american girl" 🔒 (E) by cinqmars | 4,675 | “I’m from Cologne,” Leon says, flatly. “Like perfume? Is that why you always smell so good?” Tkachuk asks, eyelashes fluttering, and - woah. What the fuck? “Um,” Leon says, very intelligently. The silence drags on, steadily becoming more uncomfortable. “Just - never mind,” Tkachuk mutters.

"head above water" 🔒 (E) by yourblues | 91,131 | In his defense, Draisaitl is distracting. He’s shirtless, and sweaty, and Matthew can see the tan line at the waistband of his Puma shorts. Matthew’s fucked guys who like him less than Draisaitl does. It’s kind of fun. Who knows if Draisaitl would be good in bed, but he’d for sure look good with his clothes off. File that under things not to say out loud.

"we could be reckless" 🔒 (E) by winglavender | 12,277 | They get into a scrap in the sixth Battle of Alberta. Leon expects it to end there. It doesn't.

"end to my runnin'" 🔒 (E) by Kerfluffle | 10,268 | “You gonna blow me in that thousand dollar suit?” Matthew asks curiously. “That’s kind of hot.”

"Growing Into Someone" 🔒 (E) by blaahaj | 49,528 | Matthew had been resigned to waiting out the lockout in Calgary or St. Louis, but when he heard the offer from Cologne he thought it would be nice to get away from the NHL for a bit. He didn't think about Draisaitl until he'd already signed with the team.

"keep me up until the body disagrees" 🔒 (M) by blaahaj | 3,375 | It's hard to get away from it all in the Edmonton bubble. But Matthew has a bag of weed gummies he paid way too much for, the door to the roof of the JW Marriott is unlocked, and sometimes it's easier to be alone when someone else is with you.

"Muscle Memory" 🔒 (M) by blaahaj | 25,053 | It is, apparently, October 27th, 2023. Since Matthew only remembers up to about November 2019, this is a problem.

"asking nicely" 🔒 (E) by blaahaj | 6,892 | They were on the third club by the time Matthew noticed Draisaitl. Matthew was heading to the bar, legs aching in the best way and head spinning with whateverthefuck was in the shots Oshie kept passing out like the World’s Drunkest Santa; Draisaitl was bopping along at the edge of the dance floor, dorky and almost cute with a drink in his hand. Like he had a personality besides the grumpy-bear setting Matthew always got.

"Emergency Contact" 🔒 (T) by blaahaj | 1,847 | “You good, man?” “I just knocked my boyfriend’s tooth out. I’m fucking great. Thanks.”

"running interference" 🔒 (E) by letterstothemoon | 19,014 | Leon knew better than to let Tkachuk’s shitty little sneer get to him. He was a professional, for Christ’s sake, and he was capable of controlling his emotions, no matter how much any one douchebag might try to rile him up— “Eat shit, Tkachuk,” he snarled, then crunched the rat bastard into the boards. Well. Maybe that could’ve gone better.

"already given up on myself twice (third time's the charm)" 🔒 (M) by andthreequarts | 6,321 | "Look," McDavid says. "Brandon Manning's an asshole. You're an asshole too. But I know he didn’t break my collarbone on purpose and I believe you, when you say you didn't hurt Scheifele on purpose either.”

"nothing safe is worth the drive" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 10,712 | So what if Tkachuk missed his plane because he was too busy getting fucked? Just because Leon was doing the fucking doesn’t mean he owes the guy anything.

"(not a) fishbowl love story" 🔒 (T) by lighthousetowers | 9,286 | When someone mentioned “media access,” Leon had envisioned the typical pre-game-post-game spiel, maybe some glimpses-into-bubble-life clips. He definitely hadn’t thought of some kind of The-Office-style reality TV.

"if you handed over your body" 🔒 (M) by photovoltaic | 2,712 | If Leon thinks about it in terms of post-game review, here is how he would describe the play: Tkachuk had him against the boards, and Leon tried to shrug him off, and when that didn’t work because the little shit is persistent he had to get creative, and this is how he ended up in the box. Except that the boards were actually the undoubtedly filthy tiled wall of a bar bathroom in Las Vegas.

"all i hear is whistles" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 3,483 | "I don't think you were listening to Yamo's speech enough." "Are you telling me to fuck the mechanical bull?" Nursey flicks Leon's chin. "I'm telling you to try something new.

"over the moon, under the sun" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 12,907 | "But I think it was wearing me down more than I realized, and I think, I don't know, if somehow this had happened when I was still up there, it probably wouldn't have been like this, you know? I couldn't have been good to you. I didn't even know how to be good to myself." Leon tucks his face into the curve of Matthew's shoulder. "You're frighteningly self-aware."

"whatever promises I made" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 359,941 | Matthew Tkachuk meets his fiance for the very first time the day after their engagement is officially announced. Having to get married as some kind of twisted favor so Matthew will get drafted to the Oilers… It’s not a great start to the marriage. But is that really the only reason? Who’s doing who a favor here?

"settle down in the Sunshine State" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 14,666 | It’s 2025. Pending UFA Leon Draisaitl gets traded to the Florida Panthers on a rainy Monday morning. Matthew’s pretty sure it’s the end of his time with the Panthers.

"back to where we lasted" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 34,384 | Leon watches the press conference from a front-row seat, has the dubious honor of listening to Matthew fucking Tkachuk talk about how excited he is to play on Leon's fucking team. A reporter stands up, the lights reflecting off his glasses when he holds his phone up to get Matthew on the record. "How does it feel, Matthew, to come home?"

"brushback" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 3,639 | The first pitch is low and outside. The second one hits him right on the thigh, 90 miles an hour, hard enough to hurt. Leon sucks air in through his teeth, shaking it off, and takes his base. Matthew is at first. Of course he is.

"glide in a swan dive" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 2,015 | Matthew might not be over his rookie crush on Johnny Gaudreau, but Leon—quite reasonably, he thinks—is not yet over that.

"You are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad" 🔒 (T) by puckthisshift | 10,135 | Grad student Matthew Tkachuk’s pathetic crush on the first out NHL player is well-known in the Tkachuk family. Leon Draisaitl has no idea why baby Tkachuk thinks that Leon would need to know that his brother would want to get railed by Leon.

"I can't help myself, I can't break the spell" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 30,981 | Matthew gets into a fight with Draisaitl within hours of Draisaitl’s arrival in Beijing. Somehow the fight doesn’t end the way he expects it to. But it’s not like he minds getting his hands on Draisaitl in a completely different way. No feelings, just sex. That’s just what he needs on his way to the gold medal.

"if I pushed you to the edge" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 9,808 | Just because it’s been a few years of casual hookups doesn’t mean they’re friendly. Just because Tkachuk also has a key to Leon’s place doesn’t mean that they’re anything to each other. It’s convenience, nothing more.

"you're kinda sexy but you're not really special" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 198,588 | Matty’s thrilled to be in college in Edmonton. It’s far enough away from St. Louis that he can live his own life and fuck all the boys he wants. Apparently it’s still not far enough away for him to get away from his Dad’s reputation. This fucking Draisaitl guy hates everything Tkachuk, and Matty most of all. And since Matty’s a self-proclaimed slut, why not have sex with him? At least that way he’s getting something out of this.

"Matthew Tkachuk Friendship Tour, The B-Sides, Part 1" (E) by brinicles | 7,564 | "Good game," Matthew says amicably as a looming curl of grey hoodie and track shorts shoulders past him, the tips of his hair still dark with water. "Go fuck a cactus," Leon spits as he disappears down the hall. Well, he's angry, Matthew absorbs as he loops back the way he came.

"today it's easy" 🔒 (NR) by iceguy | 2,867 | Leon has a beard.

"accoutrements" 🔒 (NR) by stridents | 5,003 | “I just don’t think this is smart,” Connor says, so soft Leon almost doesn’t catch it. “I’m not telling you not to do it, I’m just. I can’t see this ending well.”

"snow and dirty rain" 🔒 (E) by adeleblaircassiedanser | 5,037 | It wasn't that surprising, back when Matthew noticed the initial fixation developing; Draisaitl was objectively more storybook handsome than should really be allowed in an NHL player, and Matthew is shallow.

"Need A Little Sweetness (In My Life)" (M) by puckinghell | 7,120 | Matty grins. “Well, I’ll come back. One day I’ll get you to make me one.” “The day I make you one is the day I spit in it,” Leon snides, before he can think better of it. Connor’s foot connects with his calf hard enough that Leon yelps. Matty just laughs. “You’re hot enough that that’s not really the threat you seem to think it is, Leon.”

"the land between our bodies" 🔒 (E) by yourblues | 9,968 | The thing about Tkachuk, annoying as he was, is that they were in the same boat before. Second-best player on a team that should be better. But then he got the fuck out of Alberta to go sit on the beach every day — to start over in a place where the walls weren’t closing in around him — and maybe he’s happy there, so Leon should be happy for him. Or at least he shouldn’t feel the urge to reach into the guy’s sunny new life and fuck it up a little.

"tighten up" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 3,213 | Leon follows him home after the game. That wasn't the original plan.

"gather your broken lessons and move" 🔒 (E) by rumandwhine | 30,455 | “God, we’re over thirty,” Connor groaned, breaking the tension and ending the stand-off, “you’d think we’d be better at this.” “What,” Leon drawled sarcastically, “about my falling into bed with Matthew Tkachuk – again – after blowing my life up the first time, implied that I’m not great at this?”

"but please (don't) bite" 🔒 (M) by anonymous | 52,716 | Leon Draisaitl is unprotected! I repeat, Leon Draisaitl, the first to rack up hundred points in this 2020-2021 season (first again, may I add), is not protected in the upcoming NHL Expansion Draft according to the Protection Lists revealed last night by NHL. How did this happen, you may ask. Honestly, who knows. Isn’t there a no-move clause in his sweet 68-million-dollar contract with the Oilers, you may ask. Yes, starting in July 2022. No help there, buddy.

"i got a bad idea" 🔒 (E) by canoodles | 5,540 | You fuck a guy once at an All-Star Game and he suddenly decides you’re friends now or something. Leon’s life is so hard.

"nutcracker and the rat king" 🔒 (M) by ohtempora | 1,135 | Matthew texts him without explanation two weeks before the Oilers come to Calgary. No hello, not that he was expecting one. No explanation, not that he was expecting one. Just a link to Reddit and this u?

"retrograde" 🔒 (M) by ohtempora | 1,564 | “You like it here?” Leon asks. “Yeah,” Matthew says. He looks at Fort Lauderdale, lit up below them. “It's warm. It's different. I can wear sandals whenever I want.” “Important,” Leon says, dry, but something in his voice says he gets what Matthew’s trying to say.

"same as it was" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 6,110 | The thing is. The thing is, neither of their teams are doing great, and Leon’s trying so hard. He’s got yet another year of scrabbling for every inch they can gain in the standings. Matthew’s behind him on the points list, but barely. Everyone is entitled to a vice.

"Can you suture my wounds?" 🔒 (NR) by justhockey | 16,543 | Matthew never wants to talk about why he quit hockey and disappeared, or why he’s not home with his family, or why his hands shake every time his dad’s name lights up his phone.

"Saving the Best for Last" 🔒 (E) by puckingtrash | 100,085 | Leon Draisaitl is not expecting to find love again at forty-three. His playing career is long over, he’s divorced, he’s got a bum hip, his only real asset is about half of a floundering German hockey team. Hell, even his hair isn’t what it used to be.

"i like the way the story ends" (M) by fraudulentzodiacs | 1,276 | “I can’t believe this is how you want to come out.” Leon grumbles, staring at Matty from across his hotel room. Matthew just smirks and holds his hand out, making grabby hands toward Leon.

"okay, yeah, you caught me" 🔒 (T) by anonymous | 6,034 | "Did the doctor send you?" Matthew asks then, his words slightly slurred, the finger with the oximeter attached to it pointing weakly at Leon. "Because, you’re like, hot. Are you a model?" he asks, and gasps softly, eyes wide, "Am I friends with a model?"

"Oil to a Flame" 🔒 (E) by Vivienne_Grey | 47,970 | A simple wager between two rivals was all it was meant to be. Matthew should have known from the beginning that nothing would ever be simple when it came to him and Leon Draisaitl.

"Old Flames Burn Brighter" 🔒 (E) by cisumox | 25,015 | "Do you think I did it on purpose?” Matt wants to know the answer, maybe more than anything else he’s here to do. It doesn’t change anything about the past. He still wants to know. Leon sighs just loudly enough that Matt can hear it across the space between them. “Welcome to Berlin, Matt.”

"found arms to fall right into" 🔒 (M) by anonymous | 6,341 | "I thought you had a… date," Brady says slowly and squints his eyes at Draisaitl. But Marns never showed up and Matthew doesn’t know how to admit to his baby brother that he’s a sad sack of shit who has to go out alone and drink his stress away, so he grabs Draisaitl’s hand instead and says, very firmly: "Yes."

"Might As Well" 🔒 (E) by puckingtrash | 4,940 | In a city like New York, with its sea of anonymity, where hockey is just one of many sports and no one gives a shit about some guy on some team up in Canada, Leon can let himself indulge a little. There’s a club in Greenwich that he goes to sometimes to let off steam—it used to be whenever he was in town, which was generally for their East Coast road trip if they had a day off in NYC and maybe in the offseason if he happened to be passing through the area.

"A Reunion, a Beginning, and the Thief of Awkward Silences." (M) by puckedup | 3,317 | It's November 12th and Leon figures out what he's been missing.

"Kiss Me Babe, It's Christmas Time" 🔒 (E) by andthenextday | 10,398 | “Did you two call each other beforehand?” Yamo asks, laughing. “Is this like an Elf Fight Club?” Leon ignores him, keeps glaring at Tkachuk. It’s three days before Christmas Eve, they’ve all got one more game before the holiday break and it’s fucking wild that Tkachuk doesn’t have better shit to do than drive three hours to crash an Oilers’ Christmas party. But now that Leon’s really thinking about it, that’s absolutely something he’d go out of his way to do.

"die Blümchenkrone" 🔒 (E) by soupbowlfulofsins | 4,151 | They have been touching all night. But feeling Matt’s thigh pressed against his own is new and strange. Not uncomfortable, but it puts him on edge. He doesn’t move away, though, even surrounded by other players. It’s not the kind of place he’d expect to hook up. Worst of all, he’s fucking into it.

"wanna be felled by you, held by you" 🔒 (T) by softzindagi | 1,796 | Leon is quiet, letting Matty’s words hang between them. They listen to the other breathe and it’s good, having some semblance of that they’re together. He knows Leon is concerned, has been since he got hit and Leon had to watch him wobble off the ice like that on his TV screen. Matty hasn’t felt better since.

"stay by my side and never let go" 🔒 (E) by softzindagi | 2,549 | It's Leon's last night in the bubble, and Matty comes to comfort. [deleted]

"like a tidal wave (i'll make a mess)" 🔒 (E) by nolanpatty | 2,123 | “Maybe,” Leon says, digging his heels into the ground, “If you’d learn not to play dirty just to get a win, you’d actually be where you wanted to be.”

"oh my lover, my love" 🔒 (G) by jamiemoriartys | 17,934 | “You went to Peru to drink tea?” “Yes.” “Psychedelic tea!” someone yells from the background, and the line rustles like Mitch’s phone is pressed against his clothing for a hot second. Matthew thinks it’s Auston. “Was that Auston?” he asks as soon as the line clears. Mitch makes a noise that’s somewhere between upset and incredulous, and he goes, “Hey, you’re the one who went to Peru to do drugs with Draisaitl, don’t try to change the subject.” “Davo’s a fucking gossip, man.”

"all I want for Christmas is you" 🔒 (T) by Mere_Sprite1847 | 799 | For the prompt: Character A is humming Christmas songs all the time and Character B is annoyed but then Character A catches Character B humming one later.

"i’ve been asking about you too" 🔒 (T) by getpucked | 3,060 | “He talks about you a lot,” Connor says, knowing he wouldn’t have to specify who ‘he’ is. “You act so different,” he begins, handling the puck with perfect precision and shooting it in the middle of the net from half ice, just to limit distractions. Matt knows better than to think he’s showing off. “Around him, off the ice. Like he makes you anxious.”

"shitty how you waste love (how i waste love)"🔒 (T) by anonymous | 16,820 | “Leo,” Connor sounds exasperated. “You’re not going to take Matthew out to a date as a bet.” “Don’t worry, Davo, Matty won’t go out with him, no fuckin’ way,” Matts grins into his beer, elbows taking too much space on the table, and Leon has to fight the urge to push them, paint the rest of his light shirt with beer, too. But he just grits his teeth together. “Fuckin’ watch me.”

"land locked blues" 🔒 (M) by injuriouscalm | 3,717 | Leon wonders if Matthew wants him to leave. If this was Calgary, he would leave. If this was Edmonton, Matthew would do whatever he wants. Leon would let him. He wonders just how much Matthew’s really changed, beyond the new tan and the new team and the new house and the soft smile instead of saying anything back.

"winter" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 4,782 | The thing about being in the leadership core is that when a game gets delayed by a massive snowstorm for "the safety of the fans" and someone in PR starts a sentence with, "You know what would be fun," Leon's not allowed to run away. Leon would really like to be able to run away.

"(But I Still Want That) Your Savage Love"🔒 (E) by crookedsilence | 8,140 | If pressed, Leon could probably give the exact breakdown of sex with Tkachuk. It’s become a routine, and he hates it. But he doesn’t hate Tkachuk.

"all taking and no giving" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 3,129 | In the small room behind that one, Leon finds Matthew Tkachuk leaning against the wall. He’s got a towel draped around his shoulders, half-covering the ripped up neck of his shirt, his cheeks are still pink from exertion, and he’s grinning. Leon wants to slam him against the wall and kiss him until he whimpers.

"sweet like honey" 🔒 (T) by loreli | 3,630 | “Hey, twenty-nine. Lookin’ good.” Matthew Tkachuk’s got a new chirping tactic. It’s surprisingly effective.

"Snapshots" 🔒 (E) by puckingtrash | 11,158 | Matthew's summers are always busy, traveling from one end of the world to the other for photo shoots. This one's in Cologne, hardly the most exotic location, but there's a castle so that's cool and also a very hot, though rather grumpy, guy whose picture he's supposed take. Too bad the guy looks like he'd rather be anywhere but here.

"give me the face - serve you the body" 🔒 (E) by isozyme | 5,352 | “You wanna go tonight?” Matthew asks lowly, so the media doesn’t hear. Draisaitl gives him a flat stare that means what. “Rematch,” Matthew elaborates. “One on one. Mano a mano. You win and I won’t touch a hair on Mickey-D’s precious head next game.” “If you win?” Matthew laughs and slaps Draisaitl on the shoulder like they’re friends. “We both know I’m not gonna win, buddy.”

"the words i speak are wildfires and weeds" 🔒 (M) by Lekonib | 4,680 | “I don’t tell you how to play your game, don’t try to tell me how to play mine.” Matthew says. He’s also taken a step away. Leans back against the chain link mesh of the storage cage, apparently unbothered by the soot and dirt that’s probably built up there. “Just because I pissed him off doesn’t mean he has to start punching the back of my head. I’m fine, by the way, thanks so much for asking.” His voice is casual again but it sounds more forced than it did at the beginning of all this.

"ring of fire" 🔒 (NR) by injuriouscalm | 687 | “Matthew,” Leon says again. Again. Soft. Like he thinks Matthew’s there on the other end of the line. White noise, the rest of the world’s hum from here. White noise like the carbonated background of anything outside of your name being spoken aloud. The voicemail ends. Real silence, then. Flat and vacuum-sealed shut.

"they are separate things (pretty pretty pretty things)" 🔒 (E) by notevenaflyersfan | 7,904 | Every time Leon thinks about Matthew Tkachuk over the course of one year, and the consequences.

"Teach me to be shy" 🔒 (NR) by anonymous | 6,240 | He bites his tongue, keeps all the words he wants to say trapped behind his teeth. And when Leon hugs him goodbye, if Matthew squeezes a little tighter and holds on a little longer than he probably should, well. Leon doesn’t say anything about it.

"home by now" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 102,331 | The first big piece of NHL news in the summer of 2026 is that the St. Louis Blues trade for Leon Draisaitl. The second big piece of NHL news in the summer of 2026 is that Calgary Flames captain Matthew Tkachuk hits the free agent market.

"cut" 🔒 (T) by daisysusan | 2,094 | Leon doesn’t realize until the handshake line that Matthew’s bleeding from the face.

"I’m under control (till you’re in front of me)" 🔒 (NR) by justhockey | 9,752 | It starts kind of backwards, to be honest. But then again, nothing involving Matthew Tkachuk is ever normal, so he’s not sure why he’s surprised.

"the kids are alright" 🔒 (M) by lighthousetowers | 65,465 | In which Matthew Tkachuk is an elementary school teacher, Leon is tired of everyone around him getting married and producing offspring, and PR truly does facilitate public relations. Emphasis on the relations.

"how lovely are thy branches" 🔒 (M) by quadratics | 5,271 | “What is it about my family that makes us so damn irresistible to you Germans?”

"wrong when it's right" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 5,682 | Leon is drunk. Which—glancing around the locker room—plenty of guys aren’t sober, and for that matter Matthew isn’t either, but Leon is among the drunkest. Maybe the drunkest. Not sloppy, really, but it’s obvious in his loose movements and the way he smiles. And to think, Matthew thought he was going to forget how much he knew about Leon’s body.

"Edmonton 10" 🔒 (E) by Helenish | 3,485 | Stupid, stupid to fuck a guy on another team, a guy you were supposed to hate, stupid to fuck a guy as elite and recognizable as Leon, just shit for brains dumbfuck stupid, Matthew told himself a hundred times.

"(come on, come on, come on) get through it" 🔒 (E) by Anonymous | 8,909 | Matthew knows what Leon wants. That much has always been true. Has been true since the first time Leon curled his fingers into Matthew's hair and said, look at me. It’s the specific nuances of how he wants, where Matthew gets tripped up. Sometimes Matthew can’t tell whether Leon wants Matthew to look at him or whether he just wants to make Matthew look.

"time to spark it" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 3,039 | "Leon." Matthew says. He can't remember wanting someone like this before, never in his life, like without them he'd explode. Leon is six-plus feet of warm skin and Matthew wants to ruin him. "Leon," he says again. "I promise I'll still hate you in the morning."

"weightless under sun" (E) by keyshui | 7,752 | Matthew was taught in childhood that gender is a boundary never to be crossed. And then he puts on eyeliner.

"For The Glory" 🔒 (T) by HollowMachines | 6,843 | “The Panthers won the cup! The Panthers have won the Stanley Cup!” Matthew’s on his knees, hands out wide as he slides across the ice, sweaty, exhausted, still staring up at the scoreboard. They did it. They fucking did it. They won the cup.

"only fools rush" 🔒 (E) in by bropunzeling | 94,867 | All of a sudden Matthew has to stop talking because this isn't just a joke. He's saying vows. The kind that are supposed to be, well, sacred. Meaningful, or something, if he were doing this right. He’s not doing this right, though. He’s doing this with Leon fucking Draisaitl, in Las Vegas at midnight, all in order to win a six pack and, hopefully, suck the guy’s dick.

"fangs of wanting" 🔒 (M) by iceguy | 1,454 | Matt’s down a tooth and Leon had nothing to do with it.

"dumb conversations, we lose track of time" 🔒 (T) by Authumnder | 2,533 | matthew_tkachuk: Rip I was always into you / drat_29: ? worst confession ever / matthew_tkachuk: You are not dead ? / matthew_tkachuk: I lied / matthew_tkachuk: You are nothing to me

"some kind of joke" 🔒 (E) by isozyme | 5,028 | Officially, the post-game player exchange is a chance for the two teams to meet briefly after the game and communicate about any issues between them that arose on the ice. The public line is that it’s supposed to help get any feathers that were ruffled during the game unruffled via respectful dialogue. Talk it out, clear the air, sit together and chew the fat. Inter-team conflict management at its finest and most appropriate. In Matthew’s experience, sometimes the guy does just want to chat and look at his phone until about the right amount of time has passed. But mostly not.

"took it as a taunt" (E) by keyshui | 8,788 | “And what do I get if I win?” Draisaitl looks dangerous, sharp and confident and cocky in nothing but his skates, under armor, and pads. “Loser has to wear a WAG jacket to the winner’s play-off games.” Matthew can’t deny the appeal of seeing Leon Draisaitl in Calgary red and yellow with Matthew’s name written across his shoulders in thick letters. It makes his mouth go dry, and he licks his lips, watches the way Draisaitl tracks the movement.

"bleed just to know you’re alive" (E) by keyshui | 5,053 | Leon and Matthew are both self-destructive men.

"Mulligan" 🔒 (E) by puckingtrash | 8,559 | mulligan - (n.) A second chance, usually after the first chance was missed due to bad luck or a blunder.

"preference" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 42,974 | Tapping someone for the winner's room once is just hockey. Twice, that's just a coincidence. But this thing with Draisaitl might be turning into a pattern for Matthew.

"take your claws (dig them into the concrete)" 🔒 (E) by AndThenBurnTheAshes | 7,200 | Sometimes he doesn't want to be Matthew Tkachuk, rat bastard, the league's most hated, out in front of the house where his parents are sleeping.

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timothyjimothy74 · 4 years ago

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Smirk Part 2 - Matthew Tkachuk ft. Brady Tkachuk

Part One

A/N: Thank you all for the love on part one!! It was my first fic so I was blown away so many of you seemed to like it. I decided to turn it into a series because I couldn’t help myself. I hope you love it!

Summary: It’s time for Y/N’s first chirp-filled family dinner with the Tkachuks where she gets to meet Taryn and Chantal.

Word Count: ~3,000

A few hours later, Y/N sat at home with her brother watching an NHL Network special with highlights from the season, but she couldn’t concentrate. Her mind kept wandering to Matthew. That infamous smirk was still stuck in Y/N’s mind. Then suddenly, as if the NHL Network could read her mind, a clip from a Battle of Alberta game played and she was watching him trade punches with Ethan Bear.

Y/N’s brother smiled at her from across the room knowingly. She blushed and silently wished she wouldn’t have told him who she met that day.

“When are you going to post that photo?” He asked for at least the 10th time that day.

“I think enough time has passed now that I can post it,” Y/N said.

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t post it right away. That’s what I would have done,” he said.

“I told you I didn’t want to come off creepy or too interested,” Y/N replied.

“Girls make no sense,” he replied and rolled his eyes.

Y/N went to her room so she could freak out in private, opened up Twitter and wrote, “Just a casual day out in St. Louis” and tagged Matthew and Brady. They liked it almost instantly, as if they were waiting for the notification. It only took a few minutes for the chirps to start in the comments.

Matthew Tkachuk @TKACHUKycheese_

Replying to @Y/T/H

Walt is STILL talking about how much cooler you are than me

brady tkachuk @BradyTkachuk71

Replying to @TKACHUKycheese and @Y/T/H

Oh whatever, we all know it’s you who won’t stop talking about her

Y/N liked both comments as she laughed to herself, thinking Brady was just joking as all the Tkachuks seemed to do. When she checked the rest of her notifications, she noticed that Brady had followed her just like he said he would. But another notification caught her off guard.

Matthew Tkachuk followed you

Y/N caught herself smiling for what seemed like the millionth time that day. She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help it.

Her jaw dropped a few seconds later when she got another notification.

Brady Tkachuk

Matt really won’t shut up about you and my mom and sister really want to meet the girl that can out-chirp Matt ASAP. Wanna replace Matt at our family dinner Saturday night?

Y/N

Duh! Send me the details and I’ll be there.

Y/N’s thoughts started spiraling. He was really talking about her to his whole family? What did this mean? She didn’t have much time to freak out, though, because soon enough she received a message from another Tkachuk.

Matthew Tkachuk

Brady’s tweet was wrong, you know. I swear it’s my dad that’s been talking about you

Y/N

Oh, really? Because Brady just told me your mom and sister have heard all about me from you and are dying to meet me. I’m replacing you at dinner Saturday night

Matthew Tkachuk

…No one told me we were having family dinner Saturday night

Y/N

Exactly. Have fun stuck at home!

Matthew Tkachuk

We’ll see about that

While Y/N was getting a lot of enjoyment out of her childhood hero saying he liked her more than his own son, she did wish Matthew would be there Saturday too so she could see that smirk again in person, but she kept that part to herself.

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When Brady told Y/N they were going to Charlie Gitto’s, she swore her stomach growled in that moment. Two things filled her mind as she was getting ready Saturday: the toasted raviolis she would demolish and the small hope that Matthew would weasel his way into dinner anyway.

Either way, she was going to look good. Charlie Gitto’s wasn’t very fancy, but she still wasn’t sure what she should wear out to eat with the Tkachuks so she texted Brady, who had given her his number to discuss the details of family dinner easier. They fell into an easy friendly conversation and hadn’t stopped talking since.

Y/N

Can you ask Taryn what she’s wearing? I don’t want to overdress or underdress

Brady Tkachuk

Giving the phone to her as we speak

Hi, Y/N! I’m just wearing a yellow sundress and sandals. You can wear whatever you want though, I’m sure you’ll look great. I can’t wait to meet you!

Y/N

Thanks, Taryn!! I can’t wait to meet you too, sis!

Brady Tkachuk

Sista, sista!

This conversation definitely eased some of Y/N’s nervousness for the evening and she was able to enjoy getting ready. She danced around her room to her favorite Lady Gaga song as she curled her hair, put on some light makeup and put on a light blue sundress with multi-colored flowers and sandals.

As she drove to the restaurant, she started to get nervous again. Before when she was debating whether she should talk to the boys or not at Ted Drewes, she had nothing to lose if they said no. Now, she felt like she was becoming friends with Brady and she was nervous that Chantal wouldn’t like her. She was also nervous Matthew didn’t like her like she wanted him to, but she still didn’t want to admit that.

Y/N’s thoughts were interrupted as she heard her phone go off. She made sure she was parked safely before she even looked at it.

Brady Tkachuk

Hey, we just got here. You close?

Y/N

Just pulled in

Y/N scanned the parking lot for a second before she saw Brady running over to her car. He was opening her car door and pulling her in for a hug before she could even step out.

“Whoa, someone’s excited. What’s up with you?” Y/N asked cautiously.

“My mom felt bad for making Matthew stay home so she let him come to dinner. He has been getting on my nerves all day laughing because my plan failed so I have really been looking forward to you roasting him,” Brady explained.

Y/N tried to hide her excitement that Matthew was there by sharing a laugh with Brady. But she still had her concerns.

“Not that I don’t enjoy roasting Matthew, but I feel like me and you have become friends in the last few days and I’m afraid to do something that will make your mom not like me,” Y/N said quietly.

She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t for Brady to laugh, but he did.

“Y/N/N, first of all, we are most definitely friends. Second, my mom can be protective over us, but Matthew gets on her nerves too. Literally no one we’ve ever met can roast him as hard as you do. He’s finally getting back what he dishes out and we live for it. Mom already loves you, you have nothing to worry about,” he replied, knowing just what to say to comfort her.

“Thanks, Brades. I needed to hear that,” Y/N said and sighed in relief, finally feeling better.

“Anytime. Now, let’s go. I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he said as he put his arm around her and almost ran towards the rest of the Tkachuks on the other side of the parking lot.

“Y/N!” Walt shouted as he saw you both approaching. Brady dropped his arm so Walt could hug her. “It’s nice to see you again,” he said with a huge smile on his face.

Y/N smiled back at him after the hug, but before she could even respond, Taryn was squealing and pulling her in for a hug. “HI, sis!” Y/N and Taryn shared a laugh.

“I’m happy to finally meet you, sis,” Y/N replied before it was Chantal’s turn for a hug.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” she said as she looked over at a slightly pink Matthew. Y/N looked at him briefly, but tried not to let her gaze linger. “I’m so glad to finally meet you,” she said with a genuine smile. “It’s nice to meet you too. Thank you for letting me intrude on your family dinner,” Y/N said with a smile.

“You’re not intruding, honey. We’re all happy to have you here,” she said with another pointed look at Matthew.

Y/N smiled. She felt herself become more relaxed for a second before she realized that everyone was glancing between her and Matthew.

“Y/N,” Matthew said her name formally as a way of greeting her and looked into her eyes.

“What, cat finally got your tongue after talking about me all week?” Y/N smirked at him, turned on her heel and headed for the restaurant. She could hear all the Tkachuks laughing at Matthew behind her. Damn, that felt good. The only thing Y/N enjoyed more than Matthew’s smirk was his pink cheeks after she teased him.

Dinner was better than what Y/N expected. The Tkachuks asked Y/N a lot of questions about her life, Matthew would try to chirp her, she would chirp him back even harder without even trying, everyone else would laugh and that would shut him up for about 10 minutes before he got the nerve to try to chirp her again. She never wanted it to end.

“Can we have a family game night tonight?” Taryn asked just as they were finishing up dessert, seemingly reading Y/N’s mind.

“Absolutely, we haven’t had one in forever,” Walt answered.

“Can Y/N/N come?” Brady asked.

Walt nodded, but Matthew spoke before he got the chance to respond outloud.

“If she wants to lose, she’s more than welcome to come,” Matthew said with his signature smirk.

But Y/N’s comeback rolled right off her tongue. “What, like you’re going to be able to concentrate enough to win anything with all the beer you’ve had?”

Matthew was about to argue with her, but Taryn could feel like he was going to say something mean and interrupted. “We always play Skip-Bo. Have you ever played?”

“Once or twice,” Y/N replied. Matthew laughed at this. So did Y/N, but for a different reason.

Brady, who was completely oblivious, said, “I’ll teach you. You can be on my team.”

“Thanks, Brades. It can’t be that hard if Matthew can do it,” Y/N chirped and gave Matthew a smirk. He looked back at Y/N and smiled just like he had the day they met at Ted Drewes. Y/N was so lost in his eyes that she missed the rest of the Tkachuk family laughing and patting her on the back for her latest chirp at Matthew.

Y/N looked back down at the piece of gooey butter cake sitting in front of her and tried to keep her thoughts from spinning.

Thankfully, Chantal piped up, “You’re more than welcome to spend the night after, Y/N. Our game nights usually last all night.”

“Yeah, you can stay in my room!” Taryn said excitedly.

“That would be great, thank you guys!” Y/N responded. “If someone wants to give me your address, I can take my car and meet you there.”

“Taryn and I will go with you and give you directions,” Brady said as Taryn’s face lit up.

“Well, they both have a terrible taste in music so you’ll need a good DJ on the way there. I can help you there” Matthew said. There was that smirk again. Although she liked it more than she wanted to admit, it was getting a little annoying. She had the sudden urge to wipe it off his face.

“You can come, but I’m giving the aux to Taryn,” Y/N replied, which earned a cheer from Taryn and an eye roll from Matthew.

After dinner was over, Y/N thanked Walt for paying for it and led the Tkachuk siblings to her car. Y/N got in first and expected Taryn to get in the passenger seat since she told everyone she was getting the aux, but Matthew appeared smiling next to her and Taryn got in the back seat, clearly annoyed. Y/N looked between the two of them, clearly confused.

“He pushed me out of the way. I fell and scraped my knee,” Taryn explained.

That’s all Y/N needed to know before she hit Matthew across the chest. “What is your damage, dude?”

Matthew put his hand over where she hit him and sighed dramatically. “She’s just being dramatic because she lost the race here and-” he tried to explain before Y/N cut him off.

“Apologize and switch seats with your sister or I swear to god, I will leave you at this restaurant and you can Uber home,” Y/N said as Brady and Taryn cheered.

Matthew turned around and glared at them both before switching seats with Taryn. “Listen, I’m really sorry, Taryn. I just wanted to play one song.”

“You’re so dramatic. Play your stupid song and then let Taryn have the aux. Now, someone please lead me to your house so we don’t stay in this parking lot all night,” Y/N sighed. Taryn started leading her to their house while Matthew tried to find the song he wanted to play.

When it started playing, Y/N thought her heart stopped beating. It was the very same Lady Gaga song she had listened to while she was dancing around her room earlier in the day. This felt like a sign. She tried to even her breathing so she could sing along quietly.

After the song ended, Brady said, “Out of all the songs in the world you could have picked, you pick You and I? That’s so lame, dude.”

He must have been oblivious to the fact that Y/N was singing along too, but something told her Matthew knew. She looked up at him in her rearview mirror and he looked back at her when he said, “It’s my favorite song.”

Nothing could hold back Y/N’s thoughts now. The way he had been looking at her all night, the way it took almost nothing for her to get his cheeks to turn pink, the way he played that freaking song. Did he like her?

Taryn played the Jonas Brothers and U sang along, trying to act like she was playing her favorite song in the world and that Matthew hadn’t just played it minutes ago.

As soon as she took two steps into the Tkachuk house, Walt was insisting on giving her the grand tour. Brady and Matthew followed when Walt took her downstairs to show her all the hockey memorabilia in the basement.

They hadn’t talked about hockey much yet, but Walt could tell she loved the game and was trying to hold back on the fangirling. He was proven correctly when he showed her his game-worn jersey from his last NHL game in 2010 and started to talk about how he played that day, but Y/N remembered.

“I actually went to that game with my family. We wouldn’t have missed it for the world. I remember you had two assists and the Blues won that day. I thought it was so cool that Brady, Taryn and Matthew went on the ice with you. I think it’s even cooler now that Brady and Matthew are in the NHL themselves.”

Even Walt didn’t remember that he had two assists that day. He, Brady and Matthew exchanged glances. They were all impressed at her knowledge.

Just then, Chantal called downstairs. “You guys will be down there all night if I don’t stop you. Come upstairs, let’s play Skip-Bo!”

“Clearly we need to talk about hockey more often, Y/N,” Walt said. “You’ve been holding out on us.”

“I’d love that. I didn’t want to come across as a fangirl, but hockey is a huge part of my life,” Y/N replied.

“You fit right in, Y/N/N,” Brady said and everyone laughed. Well, everyone but Matthew laughed. Matthew was oddly silent. Y/N braced herself for a reaction that didn’t come.

As soon as they got upstairs, the boys went to change and Brady motioned for Y/N to follow him. “Here, let me get you sweats and a t-shirt. We’ve gotta be comfy if we want to beat dad and Matthew,” Brady said seriously.

Y/N decided now was a good time to let him in on her plan. “Brades, I play Skip-Bo with my family all the time. I’m kind of an expert,” Y/N whispered. “But don’t tell anyone, I want to wipe that stupid smirk off Matthew’s face and kick his ass. He’s been so annoying tonight. ”

Brady’s eyes got bigger than his head. “You are my favorite person ever. This is about to be a very fun night,” he said and you both laughed.

“I’m gonna go change and I’ll meet you there, partner,” Y/N said.

What Y/N didn’t expect was that Y/N was going to wipe the smirk off Matthew’s face before the game even started. When Y/N met Brady in the living room, both of them wearing Senators shirts, she felt like someone was staring at her. She turned around to see Matthew giving her a death glare. She didn’t understand so she looked at Brady, who was trying to contain his laugh as he pointedly said, “Looking good in Senators gear, Y/N/N!” just loudly enough that Matthew would be able to hear him. Matthew stormed into the dining room where they would be playing.

“What was that?” Y/N asked Brady.

“I was just testing a theory,” he said casually as if that was supposed to explain it all. It did, but she still wanted to hear Brady say it.

“Do you think he-“ Y/N started to ask before Brady cut her off.

“Obviously. Do you-“ he started to ask, but it was Y/N’s turn to cut him off.

“Obviously,” Y/N replied.

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun!” Brady exclaimed before dragging Y/N into the dining room.

Part 3