Intricate Rituals League (part 2/?)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men’s Hockey RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dylan Holloway/Jake Neighbours, Mentioned Dylan Holloway/Jordan Kyrou Characters: Dylan Holloway, Jake Neighbours, Mentioned St. Louis Blues NHL Team Ensemble Additional Tags: Non-Sexual Intimacy, this was definitely written as a reference to the Blues polycule, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Sexual Humor, sure? mildly? very mildly., Literal Sleeping Together, i am at least the second blues author to use that tag in the past week and i think that’s great, Hockey Injuries, poor holly :( it’s a good thing he has several boyfriends, St. Louis Blues NHL Team, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Kissing, i lowkey shade the oilers a fair bit here just a warning Summary:

It can be hard to appreciate a playoff spot when your new boyfriend is supposed to be out for the first series.

(Title from Walk On by U2)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men’s Hockey RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alexey Toropchenko/Nathan Walker, Pavel Buchnevich/Alexey Toropchenko, pavel buchnevich/alexey toropchenko/nathan walker Characters: St. Louis Blues NHL Team Ensemble, Pavel Buchnevich, Alexey Toropchenko, Nathan Walker (Hockey RPF) Additional Tags: Literal Sleeping Together, quite possibly my favorite tag ever btw, St. Louis Blues NHL Team, Comfort No Hurt, Anxiety, Queerplatonic Relationships Summary:

The Blues lose to the Kraken in the penultimate game of the regular season. There’s a lot on the line afterward.

first fanfic helloo!! pls give feedback if u read this i am not used to writing fiction so if this is really flat its because i only ever write essays </3

Okay but you need to hear the actual noises Oshie was making during his team spankathon.

:)

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aren't there already.........

I for one would vvv much like to hear more about your Pius/JT abo agenda please!!!!!!

(If you want to expound upon it obv!)

OHHHH ANON THERE IS TRULY NOTHING MORE IN THIS WORLD I WOULD WANT TO DO MORE!!!

I’ll put it under the break bc it’s a bit of a doozy and I know not everyone is into omegaverse :]

Okayyyyy so. I mean to preface, everything millsy/pius I post about is fully in collaboration with my beloved Nem (@playoffsides). Idk how we got to this ship either, but it has completely and utterly consumed us for the past uhhhh (checks calendar) FIVE MONTHS………. yeah. Anyways.

So, we kinda have two different versions of an omegaverse au with these two, but I’ll lay out the more recent one bc I personally find it to have more depth and it’s also a little less convoluted HEKDHKSSJ

Picture this: you are Pius Suter. You present as an omega very, very early. However, you very quickly find that you don’t really seem similar at all to other omegas — nobody can pick up on your scent, you don’t seem to have the same pheromones, you’re just… utterly uninteresting. Eyes glaze right over you at school, on the street, at practice. The only compelling thing about you, seemingly, is your hockey.

You get better. Really, really good, actually. You get an agent. Nobody has showed any remote interest as you as an omega, yet, but that’ll change if you get to the biggest stages in the world; right? It’s fine. You go to a party your agent organizes with all their other Swiss hockey player clients.

Roman Josi mistakes you for a waiter. You want to hide away in a little ball.

People start assuming you’re a beta — no scent to be smelled whatsoever, so you guess it… makes sense. Whatever. You cling to your omega identity, even if you’re doing it all wrong, because it’s the last vestige of interest about you outside of hockey. There’s so few omega players, surely that carries some weight, no?

You get passed over twice in the draft. Whatever. You play for years in Zurich. You give up on correcting people when they assume you’re a beta. You suffer through long, painful heats alone, because nobody seems inclined to help you.

Finally, you make it to the NHL! The hope that things will be different wears off after your first season, when despite playing on the first line, despite being near the top of rookie scoring, Chicago doesn’t keep you. Nobody knows you’re an omega, and you doubt they’d care even if they did. You go to Detroit and play two seasons there; you’re not bad. You’re really good, actually, but still — same story. Eyes glaze right over you.

Your heats gradually stop. It’s like you’ve been neglected for so long that your omega body has given up, dried up. The only things that still prove you as an omega are disappearing, and you’re terrified. But still, you don’t tell anyone.

Now, picture this: Jonathan Tanner Miller, presented so, so young as an alpha, filling every checkbox on the traits of a stereotype. Actually, no; it’s more accurate to say the boxes have been blacked out and scribbled outside the lines.

Protectiveness, passion, ruthlessness, competitiveness, all turned up to one hundred and ten. He’s called uncontrollable, a danger to those around him. It’s what makes him so damn good at what he does.

Nobody wants him; they think they do, at first, but that’s quashed pretty quickly once they realize how unstable his entire being seems to be. Long, painful, vicious ruts, bursts of any emotion blowing up at any time, his pride taking precedence on more than one occasion. He suffers through his ruts alone, hurting anyone who tries to stay.

Everyone wants to fix him. Nobody wants to help him.

He’s a bite risk, a fight risk, dangerous; they keep a muzzle in his stall, Just In Case. It makes him scared; scared of himself, of what he’s capable of, of what would happen if he lost control. Sometimes his instincts tell him to do things that make him feel sick to his stomach — or maybe he’s just nauseous because he’s so sensitive. Every scent is overwhelming, every noise, every pheromone. He can feel all of it.

Picture this: Pius signs in Vancouver. Even though it’s a different city in a different country on a different coast, he knows it’ll be the same. He doesn’t expect to make a splash; and he kinda doesn’t. He likes it, though, his teammates are nice. He’s a beta, to them.

Well. Except to JT.

What do you do when a quiet, pretty omega with such a muted scent and demeanour joins your team after another disaster of a season? What do you do when he doesn’t mix in with the other omegas? Can’t you people see that he’s lonely? What do you do when he gets a hatty to singlehandedly drag the team to overtime, and the hats do not go flying, and the team fucking loses, and it all drags you straight into your already unstable rut?

I mean, you fuck about it.

Pius smells like home to JT, he finds out. Like being at his childhood house on a Saturday when his parents were doing laundry, a warm hug of fresh linens. Pius purrs for him, and it’s crackly and rough and pitchy because he hasn’t done it in years, but it’s the sweetest thing JT’s ever heard, through the haze of his rut. Neither of them can do it right. It’s okay, though, because they’re doing it wrong together <3

Hooooooooly. That ended up being WAY longer than I expected. Lots of thoughts to get out!! But yeah, tonight’s game really just made the brainrot worsen………… hnhgg. The ‘you’re broken because you’re too much and I’m broken because I’m too little’ of it all. Matched set and all that.

Anyways!! I hope this kind of got the gist of how we characterize both Millsy and Pius across <3 I desperately want to write something proper of them but work and seasonal depression is kicking my ass rn so it might be a while. But thank you so much for the ask anon!!!!!!! I’m always so happy to talk abt the blorbos!!!!!

Goaltender Andrei Vasilevskiy of the Tampa Bay Lightning congratulates Matthew Tkachuk of the Florida Panthers on their 6-1 win in Game Five of the First Round of the 2024 Stanley Cup Playoffs at the Amerant Bank Arena on April 29, 2024 in Sunrise, Florida.

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