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The Gravy Boat
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2026-04-12 08:07:25
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Pucking Around with Fate Where Stubborn Lives
POV: KhyleYou didn't need skill or talent to face off against the Hollows.You needed a survival plan.Khyle had arrived at the second period with a modified version of his. The modifications were largely tactical, involving a recalibrated awareness of where Nolan Girard was at any given moment and a specific intention to be somewhere else when possible. Girard was six feet four inches of deliberate physical problem who had been making Reapers players' evenings complicated since before Khyle joined the team, and tonight he had identified number fifteen as a project and was pursuing it with the focused patience of someone who had decided this was going to be a meaningful interaction and was going to see it through.Khyle had other intentions.The second period opened with the Reapers down three to one and the Hollows operating at the specific pitch of a team that had been told they were winning and that this was simply a matter of maintaining the conditions that had produced the resul
Pucking Around with Fate Falling Apart
POV: Gunner"How the hell could you miss that?! I cleared you a goddamn yellow brick road!"The words were out before Gunner had made any formal decisions about the intermission, arriving with the momentum of everything that had been building since the first drop of the puck and finding Khyle as their destination because Khyle was always the destination, which was its own category of problem that Gunner was not going to address right now.Khyle turned on him like a live wire completing a circuit."Who asked you to?!" The volume of it matched Gunner's with the easy facility of someone who had been storing this for exactly as long and was equally done storing it. "I've told you a hundred times! Quit protecting me and worry about your own damn self!""You're the one who should be worried!" Gunner's arm came up, the instinct toward physical expression arriving before the decision to exercise it.Khyle didn't flinch."You want to take a shot?" His voice had dropped into something that was
Pucking Around with Fate Open Net
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerThe first period was a disaster before it started.Khyle knew this the way you knew weather, not from a single indicator but from the accumulated evidence of everything at once. The specific quality of the Hollows coming off the bench. The way their first line hit the ice with the focused energy of a team that had been told something specific in their locker room and had decided to implement it immediately. The way Kyle Irons went into the boards thirty seconds in and stayed down long enough for the medical staff to come out, and when he finally made it to the bench the look on his face said the night was going to be a long one.For everyone.The crowd responded to this the way crowds always responded to injuries that were someone else's fault, which was with the specific righteous fury of people who had money in the outcome and were not going to sit down about it.The Reapers adjusted. They always adjusted. The question was whether the adjustment was going
Pucking Around with Fate No More Fights
POV: KhyleThe locker room was exactly what he needed it to be, which was loud and irreverent and completely indifferent to the weight he'd walked in carrying.Shane was in the middle of something that involved his athletic cup and the phrase saddle up, which Logan was objecting to on grounds that Khyle chose not to investigate too closely. The specific energy of a room full of men who were about to do something physically demanding and had chosen performance as their pre-game ritual was familiar and grounding in the way that familiar things were grounding, not because they solved anything but because they reminded you of the shape of your own life before whatever was currently wrong with it had arrived.Khyle stripped off his shirt and dropped it on the bench and let the noise wash over him."Shit, Shane," Logan called from across the room, with the specific tone he reserved for Shane's more theatrical moments. "Would you quit with the cowboy talk? Makes you sound gay.""Only for you
Pucking Around with Fate What Would He Think
POV: GunnerGunner heard him coming before he saw him.That was Kensei's particular quality of movement, unhurried and deliberate, the footfalls of someone who was going somewhere specific and had decided on the pace and was not going to be rushed by anything. Gunner recognized it the way he recognized most things about Kensei, with the peripheral awareness of a man who had been in close proximity to someone for two seasons and had catalogued them without making a formal decision to do so.He didn't slow down.The arena was still quiet at this hour. Staff and security doing the pre-game work, the building in the particular state of organized preparation that preceded the arrival of nineteen thousand people with opinions and foam fingers and no useful role in what was about to happen. Gunner moved through it with his gear bag on his shoulder and the specific interior noise that had been running since he'd gotten in his car, which was substantial and showed no signs of quieting.He had
Pucking Around with Fate Back on the Ice
POV: KhyleYou would think that an outburst of such epic proportions would have been enough to jolt them out of their feud and back into sanity.Yes, you would think that.And you would be wrong.Two days past Christmas, Khyle stood outside the arena doors and took a breath of cold Seattle air and tried to locate the part of himself that was a professional hockey player reporting for duty rather than a man walking back into the specific geography of everything that had been wrong with his life for the past several months. He found it. It was there. It was just smaller than he would have preferred.He pushed through the doors.The locker room received him the way it usually did, which was with noise and motion and the general evidence of twenty-some men who had been away from each other for a week and had a lot to say about it. Logan threw the towel. Khyle caught it one-handed and dropped it on the bench without ceremony. Shane had taped something to his locker that featured a mule and
Pucking Around with Fate Downpour
POV: GunnerSome sort of spiritual assessment. That's what it felt like.Like whatever force ran the universe had looked at Gunner Jäger, taken stock of his general track record, and decided that before it let him anywhere near the afterlife it was going to put him through one final test to see if
Pucking Around with Fate Guy Was a Jerk
POV: KhyleThe parking lot doors were heavy and cold to the touch, and the air that hit Khyle when Shane pushed through them was sharp enough to make him blink. Seattle in the fall had a particular quality to it, clean and dark and faintly hostile, like the city was reminding you it had a winter co
Pucking Around with Fate Rubbing One Out
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerThe first period had been a war of attrition and everyone knew it.From the moment the puck dropped, the Hollows had been operating under a mandate that had nothing to do with hockey in the traditional sense. Their new coach Aiden Cross had built something specific in th
Pucking Around with Fate Watching
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerThe locker room had the specific quiet of men who were too tired to perform.No jokes. No posturing. Just the steady sounds of gear coming off and showers running and the occasional grunt of someone discovering a bruise they hadn't catalogued yet. The overhead lights wer
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