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2026-04-09 11:07:49
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Pucking Around with Fate Rusty Propeller
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerThree security guards filled the space between them.It was a reasonable allocation of resources given the circumstances. Gunner stood at his end of the locker room and Khyle stood at his, and the geography was not accidental. They had arrived at opposite walls by unspoken mutual agreement, the same instinct that kept volatile compounds in separate containers, and they stayed there while the practical work of removing equipment proceeded in the specific silence of two people who understood that sound was a risk right now.It was faster than usual. They had each assisted the other in removing a significant portion of their equipment during the preceding twenty minutes, so the remaining layers went quickly. By the time the process was complete, both men had left the ice shirtless, which the crowd had apparently appreciated based on the particular register of the noise that had followed them off, and which neither of them had the current bandwidth to process.
Pucking Around with Fate Drop Em
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerThe breakaway happened the way the best and worst moments in hockey always happened, fast and without warning and with complete disregard for everything that had been building around it.Gunner had won the puck off a Ravens player he'd pinned along the boards, spinning out of the contact with the puck on his stick and the open ice ahead of him, and Khyle had been there, paralleling him in the neutral zone before either of them had consciously decided this was the play they were running. The crowd noise lifted as the fans registered what was developing.Khyle cut in front of a Ravens forward moving to intercept, put his shoulder into him hard enough to redirect his momentum, and cleared the lane. Two seconds. That was what he'd bought them, two seconds of open ice with a single defender pulled wide and the goalie backing into his crease and calculating the angles.He could feel Gunner at his left without looking. The specific weight of his presence, the soun
Pucking Around with Fate Fresh Ice
POV: AtmosphericOutside Sokyoku Hill Arena, nestled in the heart of Seattle, on a crisp dark Saturday night in December, the world was doing what it always did while the game was happening inside.Row after row of vehicles sat in frozen silence in the parking lot, their windows accumulating a fine layer of frost at the edges. A few dedicated smokers huddled near the entrance doors, red cigarette tips flaring and fading in the dark as they moved with the practiced efficiency of people managing their habit against the cold. Security guards made their slow loops of the lot with heavy flashlights cutting pale paths through the darkness. A stray piece of garbage moved across the pavement in the lazy hands of the night wind, the only thing in the exterior landscape that seemed to be in any hurry.Inside was a different country entirely.The ice had been shaved, scraped, washed, and returned to its pre-game condition by two Zambonis working in parallel during the intermission, and it gleame
Pucking Around with Fate Keep It Together
POV: GunnerThe door closed.He stood in the middle of the locker room with the hands of three teammates still on his arms and shoulders and felt the specific quality of a room that had just had something removed from it. Not emptied. Just changed. The way a room changed after a storm passed through, everything rearranged slightly, the air carrying the charge of what had just happened.He pulled back.Not violently. He just withdrew from the hands that were holding him with the deliberate control of a man signaling that the immediate danger had passed and physical containment was no longer the primary concern. They read it correctly. The grips loosened, released, and the players who'd been part of the human barrier began dispersing with the focused efficiency of men who had somewhere else to be and were grateful for the excuse.Gunner stood where they left him and breathed.His brain was doing something he didn't have language for. Running multiple tracks simultaneously, the way it di
Pucking Around with Fate Dead Weight
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerHe didn't wait to reach the other side of the room."Why the fuck am I even out there wasting my time on a piece of shit player like you?"The words hit the space between them and Khyle turned around with the controlled speed of a man who had been waiting for this and had already made decisions about how it was going to go. He brought one arm out sideways and stilled Shane before Shane could insert himself, because this was not Shane's problem and Khyle was done having other people absorb his fights for him."Oh, go suck eggs, Jäger," he said.His head was splitting. It had been splitting since the second period, a specific pounding that had set up residence behind his left eye and that he had been managing through the focused application of ignoring it. It had a name. He was not going to say the name out loud because the name was already in the room and hearing it twice would make everything worse.Gunner took it as an invitation.Of course he did.Khyle's
Pucking Around with Fate Jersey
POV: GunnerHe came off the ice first.Not because he was supposed to, not because the intermission protocol called for the enforcer to lead the team back to the locker room, but because he needed to be moving in a direction that was away from the ice and away from the bench and away from the specific accumulation of the last forty minutes before something gave way that he couldn't put back together in the remaining fifteen minutes of the game.He shoved Santos out of the way to do it. Not hard. Just enough to make the point that the point was being made.The locker room received him the way it always did when he arrived in this particular state, which was to say it absorbed the impact without complaint and offered him the structural courtesy of four walls and a ceiling and nobody in it yet to make demands on what remained of his composure.His gloves went first. One hit the far wall and dropped. The other made it further. His helmet followed, bouncing once off the wooden bench with a
Pucking Around with Fate Hn
POV: Gunner"Hello, Grim."The voice arrived like a key turning in a lock he'd forgotten he had, smooth and unhurried and carrying the particular resonance of a history that both of them understood without needing to discuss it. Gunner's head came around.Jordan Crawford had not changed.That was t
Pucking Around with Fate Down Low
POV: GunnerHe was running on four hours of sleep and bad faith.Gunner stood with his back against the wall and his arms folded across his chest and held up his section of the crossroads hallway with the energy of a man who had fulfilled his contractual obligation to appear and was now waiting for
Pucking Around with Fate Static
POV: KhyleThe crossroads hallway had its own particular energy on game nights.Four wide corridors converging into one open space, the walls lined with gear bags and the air carrying the ambient noise of twenty-some professional hockey players in the hour before they had to become something focuse
Pucking Around with Fate Parking Lot Theology
POV: KenseiThe snow was coming down soft and steady.Kensei stood with his back against the passenger door of his SUV and his arms folded across his chest and watched it fall. The parking lot lights caught the flakes on the way down, turning them briefly brilliant before they joined the general ac
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