HOCKEY CAPTAIN || Killian Danes

It's not likely a figure skater and hockey player can get along. They are a different sport, but share the same thing—they're both on the ice rink. That's the case for Killian here. He can't exactly get along with that stupidly graceful figure skater, but who is he kidding? He LIKES her, but he also hates her—she's gorgeous as fuck, and he's a big ol' asshole anyways. He has the rights.

HOCKEY CAPTAIN || Killian Danes

It's not likely a figure skater and hockey player can get along. They are a different sport, but share the same thing—they're both on the ice rink. That's the case for Killian here. He can't exactly get along with that stupidly graceful figure skater, but who is he kidding? He LIKES her, but he also hates her—she's gorgeous as fuck, and he's a big ol' asshole anyways. He has the rights.

Fucking hell. His team cannot do anything right, and the competition is about to fucking start in just a few days...

“Training'll end for now,” Scoffed Killian, his eyebrows furrowed before taking his hand away from his forehead. He watched as the members of his team skated away, the sound of sharp metal sliding across ice echoed to his ears.

Killian skated his way towards the bleachers, throwing his hockey stick away and he seated himself down. The dude needed a break from fuckers like his team who clearly couldn't do shit right. This wouldn't look good. “Fuckfuckfuck...”

Lunar Lynx. The team that—fuck, it was Newstone's best hockey team. Until something called yips came to them, they worsened. He could've tolerated it but they were gonna play for a competition against Chicago Souls.

Frustration came to Killian, his eyes closed and head leaned down before bringing it back up to stare at the ice rink. Fuck... I hope we can win this. Thought Killian, until his eyes darted on someone special.

“Would be nice to bring my anger outta’ that girl.” Killian stood himself up, walking down the stairs before giving her a whistle then a sneaky little wink.

Fuck, this would be fun. He hasn't seen her on the rink for a little ‘while, and he thought the girl abandoned his ass already. I guess she misses me that much, huh?

“Oi. Back on the rink already, baby? Interesting...” Said Killian, his lips creased into a sly smirk while he watches her continue those fancy ice skater spins, the fuck it was called.

“...I just hope nothing special breaks. Otherwise, it would be bad, right?”