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Tea House

Autor: Jubilee Moores
last update Data de publicação: 2026-07-07 19:44:30

POV: Dual, Khyle and Gunner

Gunner grunted as Cooper passed by them and returned to the bench. It was a command, a challenge, and a sincere nod to Gunner's current health issues.

There was, of course, one problem that he didn't fail to notice immediately. That the man it was coming from was already settling himself back down into the cushion he'd placed on the player's bench. And in point of fact, had been doing little but tootling on his whistle at them from that cushion for the last fifty min
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    POV: GunnerWhat a half crapped out idea this was turning out to be.After consuming what had to be a metric tonne of water, Gunner forced himself back out onto the ice. He'd rather suffer through the hurt than look weak in front of these two.He'd never admit it aloud, but he was almost regretting the way he'd argued with Khyle's old coach just an hour ago. It felt like months.It hadn't gone well for him. There was nothing that could be said to the man that he couldn't counter with a spoonful of smallness hidden behind that shadowy smile.The memory of it was still fresh enough to sting. He'd thrown the challenge out, told Cooper to his face that he knew the approach and it didn't do much for him. And Cooper had taken a small sip of his tea, set the cup down, and looked across the rink at Gunner with that grey-eyed equanimity that made Gunner want to break things."There's a very wide net over there," he'd said, nodding toward the business end of the rink. "I'd like to see if you ca

  • Pucking Around with Fate   Tea House

    POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerGunner grunted as Cooper passed by them and returned to the bench. It was a command, a challenge, and a sincere nod to Gunner's current health issues.There was, of course, one problem that he didn't fail to notice immediately. That the man it was coming from was already settling himself back down into the cushion he'd placed on the player's bench. And in point of fact, had been doing little but tootling on his whistle at them from that cushion for the last fifty minutes.Gunner stood on the ice, waiting for a long moment to retrieve their next set of instructions, the enforcer's nerves twitching again as the coach simply sat there, rummaging around behind the boards and beneath his skates for something Gunner couldn't see. He looked to Khyle for an answer, but the forward seemed hell-bent on fixating on his old coach instead of acknowledging Gunner. He eyed him for a moment.He wanted to punch him. Just because.Instead he willed that energy to bleed down

  • Pucking Around with Fate   Simpleton

    POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerTwenty more minutes of the basics and Gunner was bitching in Khyle's ear like it was his personal confessional as they photo-finished yet another race down the ice and swung around the back of the net. They were both annoyed to find themselves in yet another tie.Tying was not winning."I thought he was supposed to have some sort of black belt in coaching," Gunner groused as he glared darkly across the empty stretch of ice that lay between them and the bench where their temporary coach sat waiting with his head sitting at one angle before sliding to another.Gunner squinted, hackles rising. Was he reading?"Do you ever quit whining." Khyle sounded tired, cutting a slowing trail on a single blade and leaning into a resting glide while his breathing settled. Gunner's lip arched."Tch. No. But I sure do piss and moan a lot when I ask a simple question and don't get an answer." The twitch around Khyle's eyes was humourless."He's a great coach. Not as great as

  • Pucking Around with Fate   Race Day

    POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerThe sharp edge of steel blades swept curved white lines across the ice, a story etched by the fluid dance of a warrior's scythes.The little black puck was a mere captive on his stick, carried fast and close as the world flew by in reverse.Khyle crossed the finish line and sheared to a stop. A rooster tail of white mist kicked up and fell. A whistle blew. And without hesitation, he turned himself around and did it again.The obstacle course he maneuvered through was long and winding. An army of bright orange pylons littered the ice in strategic formation, every last one of them placed there by Gunner and Khyle under their temporary coach's explicit direction.Gunner, of course, had taken offence.Brown eyes lost their focus for a moment, body moving through the routine while his mind drifted.And why wouldn't the enforcer take offence? That type of setup was usually done by the coaching assistants. But Cooper, according to him, was using the two of them as

  • Pucking Around with Fate   Cooper-San

    POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerThey both turned and looked toward the players bench, to the man skating toward them in full goalie armor. Khyle's old coach and esteemed mentor made his way out to center ice, gloves in one hand, large goalie stick in the other. His goalie mask was on, though the mask itself was flipped up. It left his eyes shadowed somehow, Gunner noted, even though the bright lights of the arena should have had no trouble passing between the protective cage of the mask and reaching his face."Cooper-san," Khyle nodded. And Gunner's attention shot back from Khyle to him, before he eyed him with a quizzical frown."San?" he repeated, a note of cynicism bleeding through.Khyle glanced sideways, but said nothing. Gunner decided to let it go. He'd maybe ask later."Santos-san. Gunner-san."Gunner's brow arched again. Okay. Maybe later was now.The man approached them in a slick buttery slide, one that made Gunner twitch slightly, before he seemed to halt himself without even

  • Pucking Around with Fate   Frozen

    POV: Dual, Khyle and Gunner"So, what's the plan, exactly?" Gunner asked as he clomped down the hall behind the orangette and rounded the corner that led to the rink's entrance."My coach is going to meet us on the rink."That wasn't what Gunner was asking, as by now it was obvious. He was going to reword his question, but something small caught his attention."You mean your old coach," he corrected. Khyle's head turned to the side as he walked, the side of his lean face visible for a moment."That's what I said.""No, you said your coach.""I." Khyle's head practically snapped around in an exorcist move this time, though he was still moving forward. "Dammit! Will you quit nitpicking everything I say?!" Gunner blinked, head tilting with interest."Well, quit saying stuff that's so easy to nitpick then," he said simply. A small vein twitched on Khyle's forehead, on the side that Gunner could see. But Khyle merely gave Gunner his back."Don't make me regret this before we've even starte

  • Pucking Around with Fate   Just Add It To The List

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  • Pucking Around with Fate   Done

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  • Pucking Around with Fate   Tiny Brain

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