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Pucking Around with Fate
Huling Na-update : 2026-08-16
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They were supposed to be on the same team. Santos Khyle arrived in Seattle as the Soul Reapers' most anticipated rookie in years, a natural-born scorer with something to prove and a chip on his shoulder the size of a regulation puck. Gunner Jäger had been tearing up the ice as the team's feared enforcer for two seasons, and he had zero interest in sharing his spotlight with some orange-haired twenty-one year old who looked at him like he was a problem to be managed. From the moment they met, it was war. On the ice, they were a disaster. Off it, they were worse. Screaming matches in corridors. Fists through locker room walls. A live on-air brawl that made every highlight reel in North America and earned them both a suspension, a lecture from their furious coach, and the undivided attention of the entire hockey world. Nobody could stand to watch them together. Nobody could look away either. Because underneath the fury and the bruises and the months of spectacular mutual destruction, something else was building. Something neither of them had language for yet. Something that felt uncomfortably like the only fight either of them was actually afraid to lose. The Soul Reapers are one playoff run away from everything. Gunner and Khyle are one honest conversation away from falling apart completely. Or maybe, just maybe, from finally figuring out what they are to each other. Pucking Up the Ice is a slow burn MM romance set in the brutal and beautiful world of professional hockey. It contains explicit language, on-ice violence, emotional gut punches, two men who are absolutely terrible at feelings, and a love story that had to break everything before it could build something worth keeping.
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Pucking Around with Fate The Door
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerKhyle's building.Gunner pulled into the visitor spot he had started to think of as his and cut the engine. Khyle had one hand on the door handle. He stopped.The specific quality of the pause between them was different from other pauses. Gunner felt it and he suspected Khyle felt it and he suspected Khyle suspected he felt it, which was the particular kind of awareness that had been running between them for months and which Gunner now had a name for but had not yet applied out loud."Thanks," Khyle said. To the dashboard, mostly."For what?""The rink. The Cooper thing." A beat. "All of it."Gunner looked at him."You set it up," he said."Yeah but." Khyle stopped. He was looking at his own hand on the door handle. "You showed up."The way he said it landed at a specific address in Gunner's chest. Not the rink. Not the Cooper session. You showed up. Like that was the thing. Like that was what had mattered.Gunner thought about Petra's voice on the porch. H
Huling Na-update : 2026-08-16Pucking Around with Fate The Drive
POV: GunnerThey drove back mostly without talking.Not because anything was wrong. Or rather, not because anything was wrong in the usual way. The silence between them had stopped being a failure of conversation a long time ago. It had become something else, the comfortable kind, or close to it, the kind that did not require filling.But Gunner was not comfortable. He was sitting with a very large and recently acknowledged truth in the passenger seat of Khyle's car and trying to behave normally while Khyle drove and the city came back at them through the windshield and the heater ran and the mixed CD played something that should probably not have been on a mixed CD that was going to be shared with another person.He had named his stick Khyle.He was in love with Khyle Santos.He let both of those sentences exist in his head at the same time without doing anything with them. It was a new experience. Normally by now he would have moved. Decided. Done something about whatever the thing
Huling Na-update : 2026-08-16Pucking Around with Fate The Name
POV: GunnerHe had been watching Khyle skate for twenty minutes.Not obviously. Not the way you watched someone when you wanted them to know you were watching. The other way. The way you watched something when you were trying to understand it, when the act of looking was itself an act of figuring something out that you had been not-figuring-out for a very long time.Khyle moved differently when he thought no one was paying attention. The precision was still there, the efficiency that came from two decades of muscle memory, but the performance quality dropped away and what was left underneath it was something more animal. More honest. He cut across the ice with the specific fluency of someone for whom movement in this environment was not learned behavior but native, and Gunner stood at the boards and watched him do it and did not pretend he was watching for any other reason than the one that was true.He had been pretending for a long time.Not about everything. He had known about the
Huling Na-update : 2026-08-16Pucking Around with Fate Sorry About Earlier
POV: KhyleThe phone screen had gone dark and bright three times since Khyle had set it on the table. He hadn't touched it. But he'd been watching it the way you watched something you weren't sure was going to hurt you, like a bruise you weren't ready to press.The first two times had been his dad checking in from the house in the suburbs, because the weather had gotten worse and Khyle had mentioned going to Gunner's mother's place and his dad had opinions about driving in weather that strong. The third time was Shane.Khyle hadn't answered any of them.The coffee had been good and he'd drunk most of it sitting on the couch in the dim living room. He hadn't turned more lights on. He wasn't feeling the brightness of his own apartment right now. He was feeling the specific quiet of a day that had gone from unremarkable to enormous and back to unremarkable in the span of a few hours, the way some days did when you were inside them and couldn't see them clearly yet.His cheek was fine. It
Huling Na-update : 2026-08-07Pucking Around with Fate Jager
POV: KhyleGunner Jäger moved through the locker room the way certain animals moved through their natural environment. Not fast, not slow, but with the complete physical confidence of something that had never once had to consider whether it belonged somewhere. He slipped through the cluster of jost
Pucking Around with Fate Four Months Ago
POV: KhyleThe anthem was almost over.Khyle could feel it in the way the crowd was shifting, that collective intake of breath that happened in the last few bars, nineteen thousand people unconsciously bracing themselves for the moment the music stopped and the game began. He'd felt it before, in s
Pucking Around with Fate Number Fifteen
POV: GunnerHe was just finishing pulling a loose fitting navy blue crewneck over his head and tucking the hem into the waistband of his black stonewashed jeans when it happened.The sound reached him before the words did. A swell of crowd noise rolling down the corridor like water finding the lowe
Pucking Around with Fate Five Minute Major
POV: GunnerGunner Jäger stalked his way down the long corridor alone with heavy, choppy strides, the sharp blades of his skates cleaving deep, clean cuts into the padded rubber matting that lined the hallway floor.The few people he had passed moments ago had scampered toward the wall, giving the
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