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Rookie of the year is complete! Except. I've still been writing more things that happen to Trey. So there's also a series on ao3 you can follow if you'd like to see more over the next few weeks.

Rookie of the Year
Original work
Rating: adult
Characters: first pick NHL rookie/his entire team, background rookie/his college girlfriend
Wordcount: 19,800

"It's an orgy," said Lindsey, on the phone.

"It's not an orgy," said Trey, frustrated. "It's team bonding. The vets welcoming the rookies to the team. It's this big honor."

"A big honor that you had to get an STI test for," said Lindsey, flatly.

"There's not gonna be any girls there," said Trey, soothingly. "It's just the team. It's really secret, actually, I'm not supposed to be telling you about it at all. You just go to the party, you get welcomed in, and then, uh, that's it. That's mostly it."

Lindsey didn't say anything. Trey had to pull his phone away for a second to make sure she hadn't hung up.

"I think," he said, when the silence had stretched on to the point of misery. "I mean, I don't know, but I think there's some magic involved. Like, there's rumors."

"Rumors," said Lindsey.

Trey hesitated, but he'd been the one to call. He'd opened this can of worms, and now he was gonna lie in it. "Guys' dicks get shorter."


Read it on the AO3!
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A couple weeks ago I got hit by a wild porn concept involving a magic sex ritual initiation for hockey players. And I wrote 15k of it in 5 days. So, you know. This is happening to us all now. Check the tags and notes for content warnings!

Rookie of the Year
Chapter 1 of 3
Original work
Rating: adult
Characters: first pick NHL rookie/his entire team, background rookie/his college girlfriend
Wordcount: 5,500ish this chapter

"It's an orgy," said Lindsey, on the phone.

"It's not an orgy," said Trey, frustrated. "It's team bonding. The vets welcoming the rookies to the team. It's this big honor."

"A big honor that you had to get an STI test for," said Lindsey, flatly.

"There's not gonna be any girls there," said Trey, soothingly. "It's just the team. It's really secret, actually, I'm not supposed to be telling you about it at all. You just go to the party, you get welcomed in, and then, uh, that's it. That's mostly it."

Lindsey didn't say anything. Trey had to pull his phone away for a second to make sure she hadn't hung up.

"I think," he said, when the silence had stretched on to the point of misery. "I mean, I don't know, but I think there's some magic involved. Like, there's rumors."

"Rumors," said Lindsey.

Trey hesitated, but he'd been the one to call. He'd opened this can of worms, and now he was gonna lie in it. "Guys' dicks get shorter."


Read it on the AO3!
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This is the story that I wrote for the second Machine of Death anthology. The premise of the books is basically that there's a machine that takes a blood sample and tells you how you're going to die. Not a ton of details, no exact time, just the prediction. But the machine is always right.

It's a fascinating idea (at least to someone as awkwardly morbid as I am). I also grew up on shared universe anthologies, and I love the idea of a shared concept anthology. If you're interested, the first anthology is available, free and legal, here.

Anyway, this is the story I wrote. It didn't make the cut, and I'm cool with that, but I hope somebody over here likes it anyway. Also, here is a fic-header, because I don't know how else to present stories.

Trying to Escape
Machine of Death
Rating: teen
(swearing, excessive contemplation of mortality, character death)
Wordcount: 3,000ish
Summary: The story starts when I was five. That is when I became aware of the concept of death.
A/N: Thanks to Suzi and Lisa, the beta readers of radness.

words are under the cut )

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