"Love, passion, intrigue, cute Canadian accents. Blackhawks fan fiction (yes, fan fiction) has it all" - The Chicago Tribune, May 1st, 2015.

by: reserve, seducerhymeswithdeduce

wordcount: 4,371

rating: M

The thing is, you don’t just grow up once.

by: juliusschmidt

wordcount: 28,714

rating: E

Patrick’s memory exists in fragments in the days after he meets Jonathan Toews.

by: runphoebe

wordcount: 3,643

rating: E

“Hey,” Kaner says gently. “Stop making that face. At least I got you in bed.”

“You cried because I wouldn’t let you touch my butt,” says Jonny.

Kaner just waves his hand dismissively. “One day I’ll get my hands on that ass.”

The wolf howls.

by: gasmsinc

wordcount: 20,856

rating: E

He’s always gotten his kicks giving Jonny shit, but never like this. He feels like the first person to combine ice cream and soda—A) in that he has combined two amazing things to make a more amazing thing, and B) in that Jonny is not having it.

Patrick and Jonny haven't been close friends in six years. Nothing a little friendly competition can't fix.

by: cupstealer

wordcount: 50,290

rating: E

Jonathan Toews can't sleep in a quiet room.

by: orphan account

wordcount: 2,431

rating: M

Kaner’s voice wavers, losing composure. “It’s a platelet disorder.”

Johnny frowns. “Like… the shit that clots your blood?”

“Right,” Kaner says. “I don’t have any.”

by: achilleees

wordcount: 25,300

rating: E

 It starts like this:

Well, okay, Patrick has no idea how it actually starts. But as pertains to him (in other words, the important part), it goes a little something like so:

America, being a nation composed in large part of a melting pot of immigrants who may or may not have taken over land already owned by others using less-than-savory means, doesn’t have much of a magical national identity. Much less a magical continental identity. There’s no grand heritage going back thousands of years. Magical families home-schooled all their kids until, like, the 1800’s, and tough for the muggle-born, apparently. Hopefully you got noticed by someone who knew what to do with you before you got burned at the stake. Since you probably can’t control your powers, sport.

by: staraflur

wordcount: 111,177

rating: E

It is like death, but it is not death; lovelier. / Cold, inconvenienced, late, what will you do now / with the gift of your left life?

by: longtime_lurker

wordcount: 12,227

rating: E

It wasn’t like Patrick hadn’t always known this thing with him and Jonny had an expiration date. He just hadn't expected Jonny to dump him at the breakfast table.

by: sahiya

wordcount: 10,534

rating: M