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[canuckingaround]

i wish you would write a fic where the abbotsford polycule. that's it that's the ask i just love the abbys polycule

i also love the abbys polycule so so so much ive been thinking about them a lot lately

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Chase laughs loudly as Sammy pulls him close, nearly lifting him off his feet. The whole dressingroom was buzzing after a win, loud music and cheers echoing off the walls. He presses his forehead against Sammy's, letting their giggles mingle, before he's pulled away and into the arms of Danila,

"Watty!" A kiss is planted against the side of his head as he grins, "Amazing work!" Chase can only pull him into a better kiss that more teeth and smiles. Danila gives him another quick kiss before shoving him back, legs stumbling until he's caught in the arms of Jett,

"They tossing you around?" He manuevers Chase until the're facing each other,

"Not my fault they're all animals." There's still a wide smile on his face, cheeks hurting from it,

"Calling me an animal too?" Chase shakes his head and leans against Jett's shoulder,

"Unless you give me a reason." Jett kisses him on the head and holds him tighter,

"Nah, I think I'm good like this."

[canuckingaround]

Augh Sammy drabble be upon ye that I wrote while lowkey dealing with heat sickness

Cw: blood.... again... I know 😞

Blood splatters against the cup, blocking out the reflection of the carnage in front of it. Maybe he should've been more careful, more clean, but Sammy's never been that. Instead his hands bleed as he grips the skate blade harder, the sharp edge cutting into his bare palms. It plunges into the man below him, tearing through the blue jersey and the flesh underneath. Blood stains everything he can lay his eyes on, smudging against the metal of the Calder Cup once more.

It feels as if it's in slow motion. Nobody around as Sammy screams out once more, the blood potent on his tongue. A sickly smirk looks up at him through the blood, familiar in a way it makes him want to tear his throat out with his teeth. He can get rid of it- has to get rid of it.

But all he can see is Blue Blue Blue. Blue despite the red that pours from the wounds like fountains. Blue despite the sweater being stained beyond belief. It will always be blue. It pissed him off.

Another growl escapes his throat as he hands wrap around the neck of the body below. It continues to smile. Even as there's the sickening snap of bone as he presses down as hard as he can against the ice. A neck guard would hardly do anything to protect it, not like he wore one anyway.

You can stay in the past if you want- or you can kill it to secure the future. Sammy knows his bloodied fingerprints have marked the cup forever. Painting himself on there for others to see for years to come.

His body is cold under him. Maybe because it was never truly real. Or maybe because all his blood as pooled along the ice, mixing himself into the arena. A mark that will stay forever and echo with his name against the walls. It's whatever now.

Time for the next one.

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