10 Works by floormusic
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The very second he puts the car into park, Ilya places a hand on top of his. Shane glances over at him. Ilya is smiling cheek to cheek.
“What?” he asks, unable to stop himself from smiling too. “You’re staring.”
“Sorry,” Ilya keeps staring, keeps grinning. “So happy.”
Shane and Ilya take their honeymoon. They learn each other better, and love each other in public for the first time.
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Top prospect, and his only real competition for the number one draft pick, Shane Hollander, declares no plan to professionally pursue hockey. It shouldn’t matter to Ilya. If anything, it makes his life easier. He’s selected first overall and moves to Boston, determined to build a life for himself in America, away from his father, away from a place that makes him feel cursed.
When, by pure coincidence, Shane Hollander ends up in Boston too, playing for a university team, Ilya can’t resist wanting to be close to him. Shane is earnest, shiny, lucky, blessed. Maybe, divinely placed too.
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Shane confesses to wanting something more at All Stars. Ilya confesses that he comes from a line of vampire hunters. It’s an axe in the fabric of his understanding of the world around them, but Shane loves Ilya. He’s willing to fight for whatever it is the two of them have.
Fate has a sick sense of humour.
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They’d had an argument once, on the bus to Toronto. After they’d both showered, Shane had informed him, in a clipped tone, that he’d booked a separate hotel room, and that the space a night before a game might be what’s best for the team. Ilya, equally mad about something he can’t even remember now, had agreed.
Shane had ended up at his door again twenty minutes later, with his mouth curled into a snarl, eyes glassy. “Were you really going to just let me go?”
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Shane says he likes the kind of quiet it gets in a tent up north. It’s different from the cottage, Shane explains. Here it’s kind of like being underwater, but up there it feels like sticking your head into a cloud. He gets embarrassed. I don’t know. Shane and his preferred types of quiet. God, Ilya could just eat him alive.
Shane takes Ilya on a morning hike.
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Ilya smells like chamomile with something spicy underlying it, sweet and earthy and a little like some kind of home. Not overpowering and unbearable, like a lot of other Alphas. He hasn't heard anyone online talking about this, which makes something irrationally possessive inside him feel very sated. Mine.
There’s a hand grabbing at his collar and pulling him back. “Who fucking taught you how to do that?”
“Googled it,” Shane hears himself say smugly.
In fear of his Beta status being a source of dissatisfaction in their not-quite-relationship, Shane is determined to find and execute the strategy of how to best keep an Alpha entertained.
Ilya is beyond confused.
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He looks at Yuna, who looks at him back, seeming like she wants to say something but doesn’t know how.
“Shane says you have been a Metros fan for your entire life,” Ilya offers.
It’s a good starting spot. Things they both know. Shane. Hockey.
Ilya is determined to earn the right to love Shane the way he’s had to earn everything. He doesn’t expect for that to extend reciprocation, but it does, anyway.
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“Our kid is going to be so spoiled,” Shane groans. “Maybe we’ll learn how to be stricter during camp. It’s long hours and kids need structure.”
They lay there in silence.
“I wish I knew you when you were a kid,” Shane admits. “Those pictures of you make me want to cry.”
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The outside world could be melting and deforming into something monstrous, for all Ilya cares. Shane looks at him with the same sincerity he brings to everything else he does, and Ilya is one of those things now. A permanent fixture. An object of care.
“If I was your vase,” he asks, unable to help himself. “Would you take good care of me?”
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Shane’s fingertips lazily trace down the middle of his back, and then tap their way back up. Ilya wants to die here.
“If you could be any animal,” Shane asks, yawning in the middle of the sentence, “what animal would you be?”