#Captain Gretz

[bagopucks]

Out Of Place - Marner

Trigger Warning(s): talk of suicide, smoking, underage drinking, angst, bullying, fighting, heartbreak, manipulation, loss, and action.

Pairing: Mitch Marner x Fem!Gretzky!Oc

Official name: Maeve Gretzky, credits to

@jorjie-nhl for the name!

Summary: He was supposed to graduate a football player, but the plan changed, and now he’s a struggling athlete on a hockey team that can’t stand him. Back at square one for the first time in six years. Lost, but eventually found.

She’s a stable athlete who has a full ride to a D1 college. She has friends and he isn’t one of them. That is, until she shoulders how much of a pain he is, and decides to help teach him to play. Then all of a sudden, he doesn’t seem so bad. Satisfied, but inevitably yearning.

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“You all keep cryin about how he’s a football player! I don’t give a shit! I’m over it! He plays hockey now. He is your brother now!”

“Why’d you quit?”

“I couldn’t do it any more. My mom pulled me out.”

“I heard he made that kid kill himself…”

“Mitch. He wants you back.”

“What? No.”

“He said he won’t let it go until you talk.”

“Let’s go for a run!”

“A run, Marner? In the woods? With my good shoes on?”

“What? Afraid you can’t keep up, Gretz?”

“He’ll learn.”

“Oh dude.. look at this kid. You new here or what? You can’t skate with the peewee team.”

“Oh boy.. after the wipeout he just took, these kids might skate circles around him.”

—————————————Cast

Freshman are irrelevant to this story.

The Team

Sophmores

Jack Hughes

Akira Schmid, JV goalie

Trevor Zegras

Cole Caufield

Jamie Drysdale

Brady Tkachuk

Juniors

Mitch Marner

Matthew Tkachuk

Nico Hischier

Cale Makar

Jeremy Swayman, third string goalie

Quinn Hughes

Seniors

Leon Draisaitl

Connor McDavid, alternate

Andrei Vasilevskiy, second string goalie

David Pastrnak

Kasperi Kapanen

Matt Murray, vet goalie

Jacob Trouba, captain

Nathan MacKinnon, alternate

Hampus Lindholm

Matt Dumba

Darnell Nurse

The Coaching Staff

Wayne Gretzky, head coach

Mike Sullivan, assistant coach

Lindy Ruff, shift/power play coach

Pekka Rinne, goalie coach

The Supporting Cast

Auston Matthews, junior!football QB

Jordan Binnington, suspended junior goalie

Various other NHL players

Mario Lemieux, president of the hockey club

Gary Bettman, school sports director

Two comedic peewee coaches

Along with a few more surprises

[jadegretz]

Ahsoka: Echoes of Rebellion by Jade Gretz

Ahsoka Tano, her fulcrons humming faintly, traversed the desolate plains of Jakku. The twin suns beat down mercilessly, casting the landscape in an unforgiving orange glow. Gone were the lush forests of Shili or the bustling streets of Coruscant. Jakku was a graveyard of starships, a monument to a forgotten war.

She was here on a whisper, a rumor of a hidden Sith artifact – the Amulet of Shadows. Legends spoke of its power to twist the Force, to unlock dormant darkness within a Jedi Knight. Ahsoka, a seasoned warrior with scars etched on both her body and spirit, scoffed at the rumors. Yet, a nagging unease lingered. The whispers came from a trusted source – Rex, her loyal clone captain from the Clone Wars.

Reaching a derelict Star Destroyer, Ahsoka ignited her lightsabers, the blue blades casting long shadows across the rusted hull. The smell of decay and forgotten battles hung heavy in the air. Navigating the labyrinthine corridors, she encountered scavengers – desperate figures scrounging for scraps amidst the wreckage. But she sensed no darkness, no lurking danger.

Deep within the vessel, in a chamber sealed by a decaying blast door, Ahsoka found it – the Amulet of Shadows. Unassuming in appearance, it was a simple, black obsidian pendant etched with swirling glyphs. As she reached for it, a flicker of unease snaked through her – a subtle dissonance in the Force.

Suddenly, the temperature plummeted. Behind her, a figure materialized from the shadows – cloaked in black robes, the face obscured by a dark hood. "Ahsoka Tano," a raspy voice echoed, its origin impossible to pinpoint. "You have come at last."

"Who are you?" Ahsoka ignited her lightsabers, the blue blades humming defensively.

"A friend," the voice chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth. "A friend who has helped you find what you seek."

Ahsoka felt a cold prickle of suspicion. Rex might have trusted this hooded figure, but she didn't. "What is this about?"

The figure stepped forward, revealing a sliver of pale skin beneath the hood. A familiar scar, a lightning bolt branching across the pale fles …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

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Supernova

Also on AO3 (Catching AU) @whumptober - day 8: outnumbered, "it's all for nothing"

Ima-Gun Di looks around the dusty ravine that is to become their final battlefield.

He does not blame Syndulla for his parting words. The Republic had promised to provide the Twi-leks with support, yet it seems all they have achieved is to strand him and his men here with them. He wants to believe that the Council will heed his request, that aid is on the way, but they are out of time.

The first wave of droids approaches, and he ignites his saber. If they are all the aid the Republic will offer, then they will make it count. They must buy time for the Twi-leks to escape.

The rhythm of combat is familiar, now, and he allows himself to sink into the movements. Parry, strike, deflect, dodge. A constant running tally in the back of his mind of the positions of those he is trying to shield and those lost beyond his aid. He sees the thermal detonator almost too late, but draws on the Force to move, knocking it off-course away from the cluster of troopers and Captain.

They are dying out here, dying too fast. It would be a challenging enough battle on a good day, but his men are exhausted and hungry, low on ammunition. He is no better, for all he can lean on the Force for support. They are failing. The droids are advancing and if they cannot stem the tide then their deaths will be for nothing.

But… perhaps there is a way after all.

Ima-Gun remembers the story Gretz Droom whispered to him the last time they met, of creche-warnings ignored and consequences averted. He remembers conversations with Captain Keeli, and promises of support that take on a new meaning.

Two years earlier, all he has done as a General was unimaginable. In these desperate times – for the sake of the Twi-leks he promised to protect, for the sake of the troopers who still stand beside him - perhaps the unthinkable can be considered. As a Jedi, his duty is to protect. What is his soul compared to all their lives?

He meets Captain Keeli’s eyes across the battlefield, even as he reaches for the Force, for the Dark.

“Captain. If we survive this, I need you to Catch me.���

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Captain Gretz smooches Cassius... “For Science”. Definitely not because she has a crush on the Moon Man, nope, nuh uh. Purely for demonstration purposes only! Part 1 because I ran out of steam and couldn’t get the tongue action to look right! But EXCEPT MORE!

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I feel like certain members of your hockey GC fics would really appreciate the Gretzky Twink subsection of tumblr

Nonnie nonnie nonnie WHAT HAVE YOU DONE. So, I was going to answer this question with "well actually, the reason EJ is always collecting twinks, is actually for his fiance Paul..." and then erm... a fic fell out...

EJ walks through the door. He knows Paul is home because Paul’s yard boots are by the door, and the dogs didn’t immediately run to greet him, which means they’re both currently on top of Paul on the couch.

“Hi honey,” he calls out, “I’m home, and I brought strays.”

“Rude.” Nate glares at him. “Tys and I are not strays.”

EJ sticks his tongue out through the gap in his teeth. “You follow me home in hopes that you’ll get loved and fed, you’re strays.”

He wonders through to the living room where Paul is, predictably, lying across the couch, both dogs on his lap, face buried in his phone. “Hi,” EJ leans down to press a soft kiss to Paul’s cheek. Ok so he was aiming for his mouth but Paul’s clearly distracted by something.

“Erik,” Paul whines, “Why didn’t you tell me Gretzky is a babe?”

EJ blinks once. Twice. He straightens up and looks over his shoulder at Nate and Tyson, frowning as if to say ‘did you hear that?’.

Nate’s face looks just as horrified as EJ feels. Tyson’s shaking his head and backing slowly out of the room.

“Sorry babe?” EJ stares down at Paul, “But what the fuck?”

“Gretzky,” Paul looks up at him like he’s a fucking idiot, “The one who’s good at hockey and not Sid, he’s fucking cute!”

EJ can’t do anything, he’s opening and shutting his mouth like a fucking fish. He turns to look over his shoulder where Tyson has collapsed on the floor with silent laughter.

“OK first of all,” Nate steps in to save them all, “There are plenty of people who aren’t Sid who are still good at hockey. Like yes, Gretzky’s the best player of all time, and Sid’s the best since him, but you can’t go saying the rest of us aren’t good.”

Paul shrugs. “You knew what I meant.” He waves his hand around, nearly braining EJ with his phone.

“Secondly,” Nate continues, “Why the fuck have you been looking at pictures of Gretz, and more importantly, why the fuck do you think he’s CUTE!”

“He popped up on my tumblr dash.” Paul finally decides to sit up and shift the dogs off the couch so the rest of them can sit, although Nate’s already headed for his usual chair. “And how would I not think he’s cute?” Paul continues, “He’s small and blonde and twinky as all fuck, he looks like I could snap him in half if I wanted to.”

Tyson snorts, it’s the first actual sound that he’s made. He’s still silently shaking with laughter as he drags himself to his feet and throws himself down into Nate’s lap.

EJ silently wonders why they bother having seating for more than two people, when his friends are such cuddly bastards anyway. He sits himself down next to Paul, “Show me,” he demands, holding out his hand for the phone.

Paul hands his phone over easily, and there, on the screen is the most cursed picture EJ has ever laid eyes on. It’s Gretzky, obviously, young Gretzky, sat on the ice in the tiniest pair of shorts EJ has ever had the misfortune to lay eyes on, sports socks, sneakers, and not a lot else. He sighs. “It’s vintage Gretz,” he confirms for the other two, although they’d probably worked it out around the same time EJ had himself, when Paul mentioned the word “blonde”. He turns to his boyfriend, “You realise these are pretty old, yeah?”

Paul shrugs, “They didn’t look exactly modern.”

“And he doesn’t look like this now.”

Paul shrugs again, “I didn’t bother looking him up,” he laughs, “He just came across my dash and I remembered you guys saying his name.”

“Show him Gretzky now.” Nate laughs.

“No!” Tyson giggles, “If he likes vintage hockey twinks, show him some vintage Yeezy.”

Even from across the room EJ can see Nate’s jaw tighten. He’s 90% certain Tyson only refers to Yzerman as Yeezy because he knows how much it winds Nate up.

“That’s not his name.” Nate grits out.

EJ laughs, and searches for some pictures of Yzerman that he knows rivals the twink era Gretzky, before handing Paul his phone back.

“Fuck,” Paul’s eyes widen, “Who is this guy?”

“Yzerman,” EJ tells him, “GM of the redwings now, used to be their Captain back in the day.” He pauses before adding, “He’s aged a little better than Gretz has if we’re honest.”

“GM.” Paul frowns for a moment. “Joe’s job right?”

EJ shakes his head with amusement, “One day,” he presses a kiss to Paul’s temple, “You’re actually gonna understand my job.”

Paul stares down at his phone, “Babe, if more of the players on your team looked like this, I’d be a lot more interested.”

“Hey!” EJ elbows him, “We’ve got Sammy for you.”

“And baby Tys,” Tyson chimes in, always quick to defend his rookie.

“You said I’m not allowed to seduce baby Tys.” Paul points accusingly at Tyson, “But I won’t argue that I’m a lot more likely to watch a game if Sammy’s in it.”

“Rude.” EJ presses a kiss to his cheek.

“It’s ok baby,” Paul leans his head against EJ’s shoulder, “You’re still my favourite.”

[jadegretz]

Eve: A Warrior's Ballad in Starlight by Jade Gretz

Eve weaved through the asteroid field, the crimson glow of a dying sun casting long, menacing shadows across the celestial debris. Her starfighter, the Valkyrie, a sleek, silver predator in this cosmic graveyard, danced a deadly ballet around hulking asteroids, dodging laser fire that sputtered impotently against its energy shields. Her pursuers, hulking Xeno warships of obsidian and bone, lumbered through the field, their pulsating red engines the only beacons of life in this desolate expanse.

Sweat, a traitor in the sterile cockpit, beaded on Eve's brow despite the artificial chill. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a counterpoint to the rhythmic hum of the Valkyrie's engines. Fear, a primal instinct buried beneath years of training, stirred within her. Yet, it was overpowered by a steely resolve – she wouldn't let them win. Not after all she had lost.

Memories, fragmented and raw, flashed across her mind's eye – the sterile white research facility, the cold equations of her creators, the agonizing experiments that had turned her into a weapon, a living embodiment of humanity's last hope against the Xeno threat. Her purpose, her very existence, defined by war against an enemy she barely understood.

A guttural growl from the ship's comms tore her from her reverie. It was Xylo, the Valkyrie's AI companion, his digital voice laced with urgency. "Massive energy buildup detected on the lead Xeno cruiser, Captain. Brace for impact!"

Eve gritted her teeth. They were on the verge of escaping the asteroid field, a gateway to open hyperspace within her grasp. But the Xenos wouldn't let her leave without a fight. A surge of anger, hot and primal, coursed through her. Their relentless pursuit, their grotesque warships – they were a constant reminder of the brutal war that had claimed her past, stolen her memories.

The lead Xeno cruiser, a monstrosity resembling a skeletal spider, unleashed its weapon – a swirling vortex of dark energy. The Valkyrie lurched violently as the energy blast slammed into its shields, the warning klaxon shrieking like a banshee. Eve fought for con …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

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Zelda: A Princess's Enigmatic Majesty by Jade Gretz

Zelda stood alone, the Sheikah Slate clutched in her hand, the only evidence of the spectral encounter. Relief washed over her, but it was tinged with a profound sadness. These pirates, now freed from their spectral torment, were lost souls, victims of their own greed.

Her gaze fell upon the churning surface of the lake, a dark reflection of the storm-wracked sky above. Was this all that awaited those who succumbed to their darker impulses? Was this the fate that awaited even a legendary hero like Link, should he fall in battle?

A shiver ran down her spine, a cold realization settling in her stomach. The battle against Ganon may have been won, but the true war – the one fought within the hearts of men – was far from over. Greed, hatred, and vengeance – these were the true monsters, not spectral pirates haunting haunted lakes.

Leaving the now-calm lake behind, Zelda returned to the castle, her steps heavy with newfound wisdom. The rain had stopped, but the storm within her raged on. This night, she wouldn't sleep. She would spend the night poring over ancient tomes, searching for ways to combat the darkness that lurked within the hearts of men, a darkness far more perilous than any spectral pirate.

The memory of Captain Blackheart's hollow eyes, filled with a flicker of recognition and a yearning for peace, would forever stay with her. It served as a stark reminder – even the most hardened villain held a flicker of humanity, a spark of good that could be coaxed back to life, if only the right path could be found.

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, Zelda knew her duty. She wasn't just the princess of Hyrule; she was its protector, not just from external threats, but from the darkness that festered within. And she would fight that darkness, with every ounce of her being, for as long as she drew breath.

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Miranda's Echoes of Perfection by Jade Gretz

Miranda Lawson stood on the observation deck of the Cerberus frigate, the Widow, surveying the sprawling slums of Omega. The stench of desperation and decay wafted upwards, a grim contrast to the sterile opulence of the ship's interior. She was here on Cerberus business – a quick recon mission to assess a potential smuggling operation.

Little did she know, she had walked into a nightmare.

A tremor ran through the Widow, shaking its metal frame. Alarms blared, red lights strobing rhythmically. Miranda's hand instinctively grasped her sidearm, a customized Cerberus pistol she'd named "Nemesis."

"What's happening?" she demanded, her voice sharp, eyes scanning the bridge for any sign of a threat.

"Unknown vessel approaching at high velocity, Captain," reported an unnerved crewman at the communications console. "Hostile intent confirmed. They're not responding to hails."

Miranda felt a prickle of unease crawl up her spine. Hostile encounters weren't uncommon in Omega's lawless sprawl, but this felt different. There was a calculated precision in the unidentified ship's approach, a chilling intent that made the hairs on her arms stand on end.

Moments later, the Widow lurched violently as the unidentified ship unleashed a barrage of energy fire. One of the frigates escorting them erupted in a ball of fire, showering the area with debris. Panic began to rise amongst the crew, but Miranda slammed her fist on the command console, her voice resonating with a steely authority.

"Everyone at their stations! We engage!"

She knew a straight-up fight with an unknown enemy, especially one this aggressive, was a gamble. They needed to jump into the hyperspace relay in Omega's orbit if they had any chance of escape.

"Engineer, prepare for immediate jump!" she barked, her eyes narrowed in concentration.

But it was too late. The unidentified ship, a sleek, obsidian vessel unlike anything Miranda had ever seen, unleashed a pulse of crackling energy that enveloped the Widow. The ship's systems went haywire, alarms blaring into a cacophony of electronic shrieks. …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

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Captain Errella: The Face of Order by Jade Gretz

The obsidian maw of hyperspace spat the Imperial Star Destroyer Regon into the desolate embrace of the Stygian Maw. Captain Errella Vance, her obsidian eyes alight with predatory gleam, gripped the command throne. Razor-sharp cheekbones framed a visage sculpted from ice and moonlight, her raven hair braided in intricate knots that mirrored the tactical constellations projected across the bridge. Today, the hunt was on.

Whispers, gleaned from shadowed corners of the Imperial underworld, promised juicy prey nestled within the Maw's labyrinthine nebulae – a Rebel cruiser, fat with stolen supplies and ripe for the crushing embrace of the Regon's turbolasers. Errella relished the prospect. Rebels were vermin, festering wounds upon the pristine tapestry of the Empire. Crushing them would be a symphony of order restored, a balm to her ever-gnawing sense of duty.

Her tactical acumen, honed in the unforgiving crucible of countless campaigns, devised a trap as intricate as a spider's web. Fighter squadrons, needle-sharp and hungry, would flush the Rebel prey from their hiding holes, herding them towards the Regon's maw. Once ensnared, the Star Destroyer's turbolasers would deliver the coup de grace, a merciless concerto of annihilation.

But the Stygian Maw, a nebula woven from whispers and nightmares, held secrets Errella, in her arrogance, had failed to anticipate. As the fighter squadrons plunged into the swirling gas, their comms crackled with static, replaced by a chorus of unearthly shrieks. Visual feeds flickered, showing ships not of Rebel design, but nightmarish constructs of warped metal and bioluminescent flesh, pulsating with an alien hunger.

Panic, acrid and metallic, filled the bridge. The Rebel cruiser, a sleek Corellian corvette, emerged from the nebula, not fleeing, but charging towards the Regon, its guns blazing defiance. But it was the sight of their escort that chilled Errella to the bone. A monstrous entity, cloaked in inky tendrils, its form shifting between skeletal leviathan and swirling vortex, trailed the corvette, its hunger palpable even across the gulf of space …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

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Cosmic Crusader: Captain Marvel's Triumph by Jade Gretz

In the luminous cityscape of New York, Captain Marvel, also known as Carol Danvers, soared through the night sky, her celestial powers illuminating the urban landscape. The streets below buzzed with the muted sounds of city life, unaware of the impending darkness that would shroud their reality.

On this particular night, Captain Marvel had donned her iconic red, blue, and gold suit with the intent to patrol the city and keep it safe from the criminal underbelly that often lurked in the shadows. Little did she know that the cosmic forces that empowered her were about to entangle her in a web of malevolence that transcended the boundaries of space and time.

As Captain Marvel cruised over the city, a disturbance in the cosmic energies caught her attention. The stars themselves seemed to flicker, as if a ripple had disturbed the fabric of the universe. Following her instincts, she descended to street level, determined to investigate the anomaly that had disrupted the cosmic equilibrium.

Unbeknownst to Captain Marvel, a clandestine cult had tapped into forbidden energies, invoking dark forces that transcended mortal comprehension. The cult sought to harness the celestial power that coursed through Captain Marvel, believing it could elevate them to godhood. Their ritual, a convergence of eldritch symbols and forbidden chants, sent shockwaves through the metaphysical tapestry, alerting Captain Marvel to the encroaching danger.

As she approached the location of the ritual, the atmosphere itself seemed to thicken with an otherworldly aura. Unearthly whispers caressed her ears, carried by winds that bore no origin. The city lights flickered erratically, casting eerie shadows that danced to the haunting melody of unseen forces.

Captain Marvel cautiously navigated the labyrinthine streets, her senses heightened to the supernatural frequencies that pulsed through the air. The ritual site, concealed within an abandoned warehouse, loomed ahead like a beacon of malevolence. Unseen eyes watched her every move, and the air resonated with a palpable tension.

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[ssr-moonlore]

Listen, this part of the event was way too cute so now we have Captain Gretz taking a little catnap with Kyuta because holy heck my dumbass "Baby Animals Are Cute" instincts kicked in and I could not rest until this was out of my head.

[ssr-moonlore]

It’s currently a heatwave and we’re at 40C with no air conditioning and high humidity so all I can offer is a scribble of Captain Gretz and Captain Niels having a nice time in their yukata

[ssr-moonlore]

Korwa is left wondering how this is going to ever have a happy end.

Look, Sieg is cute and pretty much the only one I’d pick out of the entire bunch, Vane is like.. Best Friend Material, Lancelot is too twinky, Percival is.... Like That.

[ssr-moonlore]

I can’t see shit without my glasses, so neither can Captain Gretz, so she HATES going without them. Glamour spells to hide her scars are something she uses frequently and they don’t take a lot of effort, but glasses do, and taking up mana means she can cast spells and protect everyone when the inevitable attack comes.

[ssr-moonlore]

What is UP my dudes I have been SO inactive here, but don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten y’all.

Life’s just been super busy and hectic and very slow at the same time, I’m not really gonna get into that can of worms. ANYWAY.

Have Captain Gretz and Captain Niels Kengo style since I’ve been playing a lot of Kingdom: Two Crowns Shogun and listening to the Katanagatari OP a whole ton, I just needed to let the weebness out. 

I can’t guarantee a whole lot of art because my wrist is hella fucked, I need to go get it seen by a doc, but I will probably start some more AU fanfics for DraStu so keep an eye out! 

[ssr-moonlore]

Somewhere along the line Gretz and Co got Emmeliine a golem body that she could possess and then the twins could both be “active” at the same time.

Unfortunately for Gretz, Em was still an awful person, and also had access to all her thoughts and feelings. Nothing good could ever come out of this arrangement, to be honest.