Take a Bow - Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid
Summary: Hello my lovelies, it's the long awaited angst fic. Basically, Leon gets a little jealous about you and Connor.
Part 2
Words: 4.1K
Warnings: smut (M/M/F, M/M, oral sex, anal sex, using sex as a distraction/coping mechanism), talks of being closeted, coming out of the closet,
Leon knows what he signed up for when he said yes to being with you and Connor. The two of you were together first, and he wasn’t expecting you to fake break up so that he and Connor would be equal. And, in private, everything was totally equal between the three of you. And Leon shouldn’t care that he can’t share photos of you on social media because it’s only important that the three of you know where you stand and all that deep shit.
Except he does care
He can’t even tell his parents that he’s in love. Well he could, but his parents are semi-old fashioned; they probably wouldn’t care that Leon was bi and if was just dating a man he’s fairly certain they’d be accepting. But a man and a woman? First off he knows that they’ll be confused about his sex life, meaning that his dad is probably going to try ask questions without asking questions and Leon would rather not touch that idea with a 10 foot pole. Secondly, it’ll just be hard to explain. His sister knows he’s bi - she read his texts over his shoulder and found out because she’s a snoop - but he doesn't know how she’d react to his relationship. It doesn’t help that his parents keep asking him if he has a girlfriend or not, and his sister keeps hounding him for nieces and/or nephews.
And he does want to show you off on social media - both of you. He wants to post a picture of Connor napping with Lenny and Bowie in his bed. He wants to post the mirror picture that you took with him kissing your cheek and him holding you against his body. He wants to show off the dates he takes you on, wants to post a photo holding Connor’s hand when they walk the puppies together. But he can’t.
He loved hockey, but hated the culture. The crusty old men wouldn’t enjoy knowing two of the best players in the league were in love with each other, and another person. (Leon knows that if your secret ever did get out then at least Connor and Leon would be able to shut everyone up with their point production but still.) Fuck, he can’t even tell his team. Only a handful knew that Leon was bi, fewer knew why he and Connor travelled to and from the rink every day (straight people could be so dense).
And Leon knows that you’re not trying to rub it in when you post about each other on social media, everyone knows they’re dating, it’d be weird if they didn’t. But Connor got to take you to the NHL awards as his date (though the only time he was invited was during COVID, but that is neither here nor there). He got to post on your birthday, an actual meaningful post and not just a video of you being goofy like Leon does. Connor gets to be in your real story, for everyone to see; Leon only saw himself in your private story that only a few people had access to. You can post a picture of Connor napping on your chest looking like the definition of serene, Leon could only post when Connor used his shoulder as a pillow on the plane and his mouth fell open.
He knows Connor would probably change roles if he could, would much rather be the one with the “secret life.” But that’s not the reality.
He should probably talk to someone about this. Let’s face it, he’s needed therapy ever since his nudes got leaked and he had to get his agent involved to kill the photos. But, talking has never been Leon’s strong suit.
“Hey,” you say nudging him. Leon realizes he has not been paying attention to the movie that’s playing, “Whatcha thinkin about?”
This is his chance. Connor’s barely awake in between you and Leon - he could get everything off his chest right now.
“The season,” he says, taking a deep breath, “I...just hope we can finish the season. Or maybe some sort of playoffs”
He’s a fucking coward and he knows it. Playoffs are not the most important thing in his head right now, much less on a global scale.
You hum in acknowledgement, “You’re already the Hart winner in my heart.”
Quarantine had lasted a full month, two weeks longer than the officials had said in the beginning. The team was letting players go home so they could go home to their families; both Connor’s and Leon’s families had called them back home. Leon couldn’t go back because the team wouldn’t let him travel before Germany closed their borders and Ontario was in much worse shape than Alberta - at least for now. Your parents were more than thrilled that you and Connor decided to stay in Alberta, close to them.
Leon has to hold back a laugh, the first season the three of you try to make things work and you’re met with a pandemic. He isn’t a big believer in omens, but it was hard to believe that this wasn’t one.
“You better start preparing your speech,” Connor says, patting Leon on the cheek, “It’s gotta be, like, 90x more positive and uplifting and inspiring this year.”
“Maybe I’ll just hire a ghostwriter.”
~~~
Quarantine is not that bad, entertainment wise. He even gets to know your parents pretty well, something he didn’t think he was going to have the chance to do. They, and the rest of the world, think that Leon is staying with you and Connor because he can’t go home. And, while he can’t post couple-y stuff, he can post you and Connor a little more frequently than usual.
Your mom even takes the time to make him spätzle because she feels bad that he can’t go home. It’s not traditional, your mom can’t help but put her own spin on it but Leon doesn’t mind at all.
And, well, there’s a lot of down time in quarantine. A lot.
When the province first shut down, you had gone down a bit of a spiral, unsure of how school would deal with this. You were meant to get your degree this year, start law at U of A in the fall. At the start, you were convinced that you weren’t going to graduate and that you'd have to defer your acceptance. Connor checked on you in your office, only to find you curled up in your office chair, hyperventilating because of the stress. They managed to calm you down - drawing you a bath and making you stay away from the computer for a full 48 hours.
And if Leon spent most of the beginning of quarantine between your legs, no one had to know.
It wasn’t until you got an email detailing how graduation would work that he and Connor could actually sleep through the night. He means that literally, you would regularly wake Connor or Leon, or both, up at ungodly hours to distract you. One would expect that between Connor and Leon you’d be satisfied, but you were always horny. Always.
(“I think my dick is going to fall off,” Connor says one day when they’re eating breakfast while you’re in class, “Don’t get me wrong, the sex is great but, oh my god, I’m exhausted.”
“I know,” Leon replied, “We should go nap before her class ends.”
“A nap sounds so good,” Connor responds, drinking his coffee.
“Or, you could take me upstairs and send (Y/N) some motivation to get through her classes,” Connor’s blushing as he says it, hiding his face in his cup.
“Really?” Leon arches an eyebrow, incredulous, “You’re still horny after this morning?”
“Don’t tell me you’re not.”
“You were just complaining about being tired!”
“I changed my mind.”
You slam the lid of your laptop as soon as you open the video from Leon, paranoid your mic was unmuted. Connor’s moans playing through the speakers as Leon buried himself inside of Connor. So you left class half an hour early, they didn't take attendance.)
After the first month of complete uncertainty, you calmed down when you realized you would be able to graduate. The three of you played board games (Connor tried to cheat in monopoly, but he sucked at lying); Leon got really into cooking, Connor took up running as a hobby, and you learned how to crochet. Leon wore the hat that you made him any chance the wind picked up. And, maybe he stole the little elephant that was on your coffee table, you could make another one (he secured it on his dashboard with a little bit of tape, he didn’t want Samuel to start sliding around).
When the season is officially cancelled, and Leon wins the Art Ross, he makes his little speech and films it on his laptop. The quality is crap, but fans notice that he looks way happier than they’ve ever seen Leon. What they couldn’t see was Connor holding a sign that read “Leon Draisaitl is my favourite player” with you doing a stupid little dance to encourage him.
Finally, the bubble. The entire team is pissed off that they got screwed over with the format - second in the division and having to fight for a playoff spot instead of a bye week. But they try to use that fire to fuel them as they prepare.
The night before Leon and Connor leave they take their time with you. They worship every inch of your body, by the end of the night you’re a limp mess, clinging to your boys as they have their way with you. They don’t know when they’ll see you next - if all goes according to plan it won’t be until the semi-finals, almost 2 full months.
Things do not go according to plan. They get knocked out by the Blackhawks, a team that should not have been in the playoffs.
Leon’s too pissed off to feel depressed. The Oilers are sitting in the visiting dressing room of their own arena, listening to the Blackhawks celebrate in their dressing room. He wants to puke. The showers are quiet, they usually are after a hard loss but everyone is trying to get home to their families as soon as possible.
Connor owns the penthouse suite in the JW Marriott, and that’s where Leon has been staying, not entirely obeying the rules (they breathed the same air on the bench, sharing a room would not make a difference). When they get into the elevator Connor sends you a text saying that they were fine, but they weren’t in the mood to talk.
As soon as they’re safely in behind the closed doors of the penthouse, Connor's pulling Leon in by his tie and smashing their lips together. They shed their clothing on the way to the bedroom, leaving a trail as they go. Connor pushes Leon on the bed, climbing on top and jacking Leon off through his boxers.
“You gonna fuck me, Leo?” Connor asks-commands, “I’ve been waiting so long to get your dick inside me.”
They had time to fuck, sure, but Leon was not risking injuring Connor in any way during the playoffs. Leon had promised that the next he would fuck Connor was when they both had their cup rings on their fingers. Since that seemed to be at least a year away, Leon didn’t care anymore.
“I didn’t bring lube, Con,” he’s an idiot. He’d thought that by not packing it he wouldn’t be tempted.
“Bedside table,” clearly Connor did not share that same concern.
Leon takes his time, it’s been a while. Connor whimpers when Leon slides fingers in, gasps when Leon crooks his finger and catches his prostate. He pumps his finger in a few times before slowly adding a second one, and doing the same thing. He leans down, pressing a kiss to Connor’s nipple before lightly scraping his teeth against it.
Connor squirms, “‘M ready, Leo.”
“No you’re not,” Leon hums, switching sides as he spreads his fingers in Connor.
“Yea, I am,” Connor’s panting. His hands are tangled on Leon’s scalp, the sting is not unwelcome.
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” Leon says, adding a third.
Connor catches his wrist, “No, I-um- I want it to.”
Leon’s only surprised because Connor is usually very methodical when he preps himself, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” he says, nodding in affirmation, “I wanna feel you.”
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Leon says as he pulls his fingers out, and holds Connor’s legs open instead.
“I will.”
Leon lines up with Connor’s hold, pushing in tentatively. Connor’s head falls back as he pushes in, mouth falling open. Leon leans down to kiss the corner of his mouth.
“You okay?” Leon asks.
“Keep going, I’m fine,” Connor responds, wrapping his legs around Leon's waist.
Leon finally bottoms out after what feels like forever. Connor’s breathing heavy, back arched so their chests are touching. Leon kisses Connor’s neck, careful not to leave a mark, hoping to ease the sting.
“Fuck me, Leo,” Connor says.
Leon slides his hips out a few inches before thrusting back in slowly, but Connor’s shaking his head.
“Too much?” Leon asks, trying to pull out.
“N-no,” Connor’s legs are squeezing his hips, keeping him in plae, “Harder. Don’t hold back.”
“Tell me what you want, Con,” Leon slides out until just the tip is inside, “Tell me exactly what you want.”
Connor covers his face with his hands and groans, he hates it when Leon makes him say what he wants in bed, “I wanna feel you when I wake up.”
“I’ll still be sleeping next to you, tomorrow,” Leon teases, ghosting his hand over Connor’s cock.
“Not like that,” Connor grunts, “I - fuck - I remember what your dick feels like for days. I want to feel it when I clean my stall tomorrow, when we drive home, when we fuck (Y/N) together again.”
Leon wraps his hand around the base of Connor’s cock, “Go on. And stop hiding your pretty face.”
Connor begrudgingly lowers his arms, “Fuck me, Leo. Make me forget.”
So Leon does.
~~~
Connor flops on the bed after using the bathroom, both their phones in hand. Connor immediately responds to one of his messages with urgency.
“Whose that?” Leon asks, finally getting around to answering his own.
“It’s - uh - (Y/N)’s parents,” he says hesitantly, “They usually message after bad games to see if they can do anything. Her mom usually offers to make Lasagna.”
Lasagna, Connor’s favourite comfort food.
And he knows that your parents probably aren’t going to message Leon - they don’t have any reason to. But he still feels a pang of disappointment when it doesn’t show up.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” Connor says, sensing Leon’s mood, “I know it must be tough for you-”
Leon cuts him off, he can feel the tears in his eyes, “It’s fine.”
Except it’s not.
~~~
Leon doesn’t even realize what he’s done until he’s done it. Connor had fallen asleep next to Leon hours ago but Leon couldn’t. He was angry, angry about the playoffs, angry that he couldn’t announce his relationship, angry that he felt like he was still in the closet even though he had come out to the people that mattered. He’s angry because he’s happy, but he doesn’t feel like it.
His flight leaves in two hours. He has enough time to pack and he hopes he can do so without waking up Connor. He can’t pick up Bowie from home without waking you, and the thought of leaving him makes him nauseous but he knows you’ll take care of him.
He moves around the room quickly and quietly, packing his essentials. He shaves his “playoff” beard in the bathroom - it didn’t last enough to become a proper one. He only packs one duffle bag, sweat pants, jeans, a hoodie, two shirts and underwear. Anything else he already has at his house in Germany, or he can buy it later. He’s grabbing his phone from the charger when he sees the little gray elephant sitting on the bedside table. Leon had brought in hopes of it would bring good luck. It hadn’t worked. And yet, he packs it in his carry on.
Leon has some time before his Uber arrives and he finds the sticky pad and pen Connor keeps in one of the kitchen drawers. He tries to think about what he wants to say and restarts the note over and over again, crumpling the used notes into his pockets, when he gets the notification his Uber has arrived.
He settles on “I’m sorry.” It’s vague and ominous but it’s the best he can do. He doesn’t even know what he wants to say, he just knows that he needs some time to figure it out. He feels bad for ghosting but he feels like if he stays any longer he’ll explode. He puts the note on the fridge, somewhere he knows Connor will see it.
In the Uber he opens the text thread with his mom:
Leon: I’ll be home tomorrow.
So Soon?: Mama
Leon: I got an early flight
Leon: Can you make spätzle?
Of course, I’ll go shopping today: Mama
~~~
When he lands in Toronto he has an insane amount of messages from both you and Connor.
Connor: Where the fuck are you?
Connor: Are you pranking me?
Connor: What the fuck do you mean you’re sorry???
Connor: Answer my calls, Leon
[An hour later]
Connor: I told coach that you were throwing up last night
Connor: I haven’t told (Y/N) yet
Connor: Please answer me before I go home
[30 minutes ago - About when Connor would have gotten home]
Connor: I don’t know what’s going on but you need to call us back
He has 22 missed calls from Connor, 4 from you. His voicemail inbox is full. He knows he’ll cry in the middle of the airport if he listens to them so he checks your texts instead.
You: *photo attached* Bowie misses you
Leon feels a tear fall down his face when he opens it, Bowie sleeping on Leon’s side of the bed. He wipes it away quickly, pretending he’s adjusting his mask.
You: You busy? I wanted to talk to you and Con before you do media.
You: Do you want me to make pancakes? I’ll make sure they’re hot when you come home.
[30 minutes ago]
You: Why didn’t you come home with Connor?
You: Where are you
You: You need to call me it’s important
You: Leon please
You: I need to talk to you
[10 minutes ago]
You: Leon, please
You: Just tell me where you are
By the time he boards the plane you and Connor have messaged him a few more times. He turns his phone on airplane mode and deletes the text thread. He doesn’t want to, but he knows if he does then he’ll read them over and over for the entire 13 hour flight.
Leon is exhausted, he actually manages to sleep for an hour before watching some movie on the plane TV. Usually when he flies home he connects in Amsterdam with a layover instead of one flight, but Leon really just wants to go home. He eats the dinner provided, not tasting a single bite before passing out for the rest of the flight.
When he walks into the luggage carousel his mom is waiting for him. She takes one look at him and knows something’s wrong. She gives him a hug, and he revels in her warm embrace. She knows not to ask him what's wrong in front of people, just keeps a reassuring hand on his back while they wait for his luggage.
All it takes is one look from his mom in the car for him to break down. He hates crying, his eyes sting and his chest hurts when he tries to breathe, but he can’t hold it back anymore.
[“Italics” - indicates German being spoken]
“Leo, what’s wrong?” She asks, rubbing his arm.
“I fucked up,” he says before realizing he swore in front of his mom, “sorry.”
“Leon, what’s going on,” she asks again, “I haven’t seen you this upset since Naomi.”
Naomi was his first “serious” girlfriend. Leon had fallen for her, hard. And then he caught her making out with the captain of the soccer team at a party and Leon felt nauseous for months. It was the last time his mom had comforted him while he cried.
“Is it a girl?” his mom asks gently.
“Sort of” he says honestly.
“Is it...a boy?” she asks, and when Leon doesn’t answer she continues, “Did you love this boy?”
“You’re not surprised?”
She shrugs, “You were very close to Matthias after Naomi.”
Leon laughs. He doesn’t think boyfriend is the right word for Matthias, more of a rebound/friends with benefits - even though they did share more than a few boyfriend-like moments. The timing wasn’t right, Matthias was going to study in Frankfurt, Leon was going to Kelowna. Sometimes they still “meet up for coffee” when Leon comes home in the summer, at least before you and Connor, but his mom didn’t need to know that.
His mom starts the car, he didn’t realize they were still in the parking garage, “You don’t have to tell me, but it might help.”
“I’m not gay, mama, I’m bisexual,” he takes a deep breath and his mom turns her head to look at him, “Bisexual means-”
“I know what it means, you idiot, I’m old not dead,” she pushes his head lightly, the same way she used to when he said something inappropriate as a kid, “Was it Connor?”
“How did you-”
She laughs at Leon, “You think you can hide things from your mother? I gave birth to you, I know all your secrets.”
Well that’s a terrifying thought.
“You always talk about him.”
“We could have just been close teammates.”
“Yes,” she pauses, thinking about what she wants to say, “But it was different. You were always...happy when you talked about him”
Leon runs his hand through his hair, “It’s complicated and I haven’t slept in two days,” he would tell her eventually, just not when he felt like he got hit by a bus.
“You can sleep after you eat your Spätzle,” she says, “When was the last time you ate?”
“I can’t remember,” Leon says, honestly.
His mom sighs, “How do you not know? When you were a kid you never stopped eating.”
He’d just come out to his mom, and she was still treating him the same way she did whenever he came home. He lets himself smile for the first time in a while.
His mom turns the corner to his childhood home and Leon’s stomach drops.
“D-does papa know? About me.”
She laughs, “I love your dad but he’s as dense as they come. You could have walked around in a rainbow leotard and he would have had no idea.”
Leon gets his suitcase out of the trunk, leaving it in the foyer. He promises his mom that he’ll remember to take it up to his room when he’s finished eating. He eats two servings, washing it down with tea as he catches up with his mom. Her garden was doing well, his neighbour’s daughter, whom he’d grown up playing soccer with, was getting married and Leon was invited to the wedding. Leon forgets about the bullshit in his head for a minute.
When he finally does lug his suitcase up to his room (he did forget it, his mother yelled at him when he was already at the top of the stairs), his parents' cat, Plätzchen, is sleeping on his bed.
[No more German]
“Hi, baby,” he says cooing as she stretches on his bed, tail flicking happily, “Long time no see.”
Plätzchen climbs into his lap, purring as Leon scratches her neck when he realizes he hasn’t turned his phone on yet. And as much as he’s dreading the messages he knows it needs to be done.
He skims through the absurd amount of messages you and Connor have sent him in the past day until a certain one catches his eye.
He dials your number immediately, grabbing his laptop from his backpack. His plane ticket to edmonton is already booked by the time you answer the phone
[10 minutes ago]
You: Call me
You: I can’t fucking believe you’re making me tell you this over text
You: I’m pregnant.
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Hi everyone,
We’re really happy about the great response our fest is receiving/. and see our follower count thriving!
We got 29 prompts so far and seven of them are already claimed. Of course, it’s not necessary to claim a prompt to participate. You can just post a story of your own choosing into the collection. And if you’re feeling ambitious, you can claim more than one prompt.
Below you find the list of the unclaimed prompts. If one tickles your fancy, go to AO3 and claim it.
Have fun and stay safe!
Unclaimed prompts so far
Connor McDavid/Matthew Tkachuk
Summary: Connor and Matthew are friendly. They have plenty of friends in common, and sometimes they train together in the summer. After one such summer, they decide to rent a cabin for one last vacation before they have to go back to their separate cities for the season.
They go as friends, but maybe there’s been something simmering between them for awhile, and with no one but each other for company, it’s easy to give into their feelings.
(Bonus points for Lenny coming along too!)
Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid
Summary: They totally quarantined in some cabin (aspen maybe) away from the world. Whether they were together when the made the plans or they got together once they got away from the pressure of the hockey media and expectations, I would just love some mcdrai. We already know they like to ski and hot tub together in remote winter locations !
Connor McDavid/Dylan Strome
Summary: do not know how they’d plausibly get snowed in somewhere together, but like if they did, it would probably be a great time to work out some feelings. And fuck out some feelings. With the fun side note of being stuck together in the cabin (cuddle for warmth??)
Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin
Summary: AU-ish. Jamie is the Captain of an NHL Team, taking the Summer to rent a Cabin in the woods to relax after a busy season.
Tyler is a ‘super fan’ who got a tip off that the hottest player on his favourite team will be renting a cabin, so rents the cabin next door, hoping to ‘accidentally’ meet Jamie.
Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin
Summary: During the off season Tyler shows up uninvited to Jamie’s lake house. He’s decided that this is the Summer he gets his man.
Brady Tkachuk/Quinn Hughes (or any other pairing)
Summary: Two families have cabins next to each other on a lake. These characters are each from one family and see each other every summer around the same time of year, but they don't really see each other outside of the summer. Sort of childhood friends to lovers but over the course of their summers.
Would love to see this with Brady Tkachuk/Quinn Hughes, but it would work for a lot of pairings
Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick
Summary: Established Relationship. TK and Nolan decide to rent a hunting and/or fishing cabin for a few weeks to get away from, well, there's a lot to get away from in 2020. Could be set pre or post playoff bubble. They just need some time for themselves, spending hours on the lake, living the quiet, simple life. Cuddles, chirps, and TK's life goal of making Nolan laugh.
Brock Boeser/Elias Pettersson
Summary: At the end of the season, Brock accidentally finds out (from Quinn?) that Elias is in love with him. When he finally gets Elias to visit him at his lake house in Minnesota, he tries to let Elias know that he's interested without directly saying it. Elias meanwhile is so distracted by worrying that he doesn't fit in with Brock's Minnesota friends that he has no idea Brock is flirting with him.
Poly: Cole Caufield, Jack Hughes, Trevor Zegras, Spencer Knight
Summary: ‘19 ndtp get snowed in while doing a team building program (not stranded, have communication with coaches and everything, no injuries, just snowed in). cue idiot boys being oblivious, varying levels of heat via nationality, and way too much napping. and someone inevitably falling in a frozen lake. (tags limited me. i don’t care who. it can be poly for all i care.)
Ben Bishop/Anton Khudobin
Summary: Anton takes Ben to his cabin in russia on the off season because... he can. Ben isn't prepared for actually how cold it is there, and Anton is all so happy to help him out. chaotic fluff ensures
this is a cry for more khudobish fics
New Jersey Devils Ensemble
Summary: Maybe renting a cabin in the Pine Barrens isn’t the best idea, when there’s a 300 year old monster lurking in the woods. Or is it?
(The Devils’ season isn’t going well, so during the bye week a couple of guys decide that renting a cabin and summoning their namesake, the Jersey Devil, is exactly what they need to jumpstart their second half. How it goes is up to you!)
Carolina Hurricanes Ensemble
Summary: rare pair friends-to-lovers go to person A's cabin for (insert span of time) and get lost in the forest. a gaggle of cryptids, hand holding, and a few kisses later they make it out of the forest and back to the cabin. talks about feelings and a few more kisses later, its time to go home 😔
Philadelphia Flyers Ensemble
Summary: I'm envisioning a large majority of the flyers org in a cabin in the woods doing cabiny shit and all around just being generally stupid and loving their team and what not. kind of like a "guys weekend" vibe or a "last horah" before the season starts. i imagine a lot of weird side plots. some one gets lost. this is not entirely helpful and i'm very sorry. but i just basically am saying i would love a chaotic flyers ensemble story where they're in a cabin and lots of shenanigans its ensuing.
Unspecified Pairing
Player A, a North American, is kind of tired of hearing Player B, a European, drone on and on and on and on about how great their homeland is. When Player B suggests off-hand that Player A should come visit in the off-season, Player A accepts, if only to get B to stfu about it finally.
Turns out that their homeland is actually pretty nice. Turns out they're also a little in love.
Could be any pairing, but here are a few suggestions: Nico Hischier, any of the Swedes (Brock/Petey??), Sid/Geno. There could also be roadtrip shenanigans (maybe a camper van??)
Unspecified Pairing
Summary: The off-season is usually a time for summer cabin fun. When player A is injured and requires surgery, he spends time recouperating at Player B's cabin. Player B takes on the caring nursing role and feelings develop.
Unspecified Pairing:
Summary: The Christmas break is too short to go home to Europe, so these two players rent a cottage somewhere on the beach instead. Bonus if they do this every year.
Unspecified Pairing
Summary: BDSM OR ABO au where no one knows player A is a sub/omega
so his week(s) at the cabin is his only time to truly be a sub (or have his heat)(maybe he just kneels by himself or it’s in a town no one know who he is so he finds doms)
His plans get ruined when his dom teammate (maybe a rookie, or someone who just got traded but they hit it off) invites himself for and figures out player A’s biggest secret while also helping him out
Unspecified Pairing
Summary: outdoor sex by the fire that’s it that’s the prompt ps lawn chairs are not very sturdy and may snap
Unspecified Pairing
Summary: AU where one is a hockey player and rents out a cabin after a truly embarrassing season (maybe the worst in franchise history and they're blaming themselves -- they're the captain or supposed to be the team's superstar or whatever you choose) because they want to be completely off the grid/out of the city and unreachable. What they don't know is that the cabin comes with a blunt, outdoorsy handyman living down the street, always working in the garden and on the dock and who seems to do everything in their power just to make things more difficult.
Enemies to tentative friends to lovers.
Unspecified Pairing
Summary: Enemies to lovers. Two rival NHL players, through some sort of clerical error, end up booking the same cabin. The both refuse to leave and end up sharing the cabin for the week.
Also could be break up/make up as long as it's very 🤬😒 at the beginning
Gritty (Hockey RPF)
Summary: A group of hockey players rents a cabin together in the Poconos for a week of fun and fishing. Too bad they don't know about the forest creature...
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