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    The first sound Ilya hears is a thin, discordant symphony of beeps and whirs. Something vibrating. 

    The next thing he hears is…wet. A sort of shaking, gargling sound, that feels like the ugliest crying he’s ever heard. And through it, Shane’s voice. 

    “I’m with him now, mom. He’s— he’s not fine. He’s not. I know—”

    Ilya wants to ask who's not fine, but he can’t feel his own body, his mouth, enough to ask.

    “Yeah,” Shane is saying, only slightly calmer. “I know. He wasn’t breathing—"

    Ilya knows there's a link, between the clinical musicality of medical settings, Shane’s audible, awful distress, and his own physical incapacity. It’s just, it’s so tenuous, and the air around him is so thick, so heavy. It would be easy, to sleep, a little. 

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    Footage of the last game between Ottawa and Montreal is everywhere; it’s breached containment from the sports world, and now it seems like everyone is baying for Montreal’s blood. Except, Ilya is oblivious. Not exactly blissfully so, but as the fight for accountability within the league rages on without him, Ilya just wants someone, anyone, to tell him what happened.

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    22 May 2026

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    While none of the guys can figure out whose Shane's mysterious "Lily" is, Jackie's able to clock it in about five seconds after seeing Shane's face after Boston wins the Stanley cup.

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    21 May 2026

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    A buzz on his nightstand interrupted Ilya’s train of thought. He reached for his phone, squinting at the brightness of the screen in the dim room. “We didn’t even kiss” Ilya’s stomach dropped as he read and reread the message. The cigarette, still unit, fell from his mouth and into his lap.

    Had he been so caught up in his own head he’d neglected Shane? Things had been different tonight. He knew that. Ilya had kept Shane at arms’ length, trying his best not to let on how badly he needed him. But still, he’d thought it was good enough for the both of them. Was he so blind he couldn’t see what Shane needed from him?

    What if he’d crossed a line? What if Shane felt like he’d been used up and thrown away? Like he was something disposable not even worthy of a kiss. The thought made Ilya feel sick, his stomach churning and his head spinning. Before he could even think about what he was doing, Ilya had already pressed a trembling finger to the call button and brought the phone to his ear.

     

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    Post-Vegas hookup, Shane sends the 'we didn't even kiss' text and Ilya freaks out.

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    18 May 2026

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    Refusing to let Ilya ruin his career by signing with Ottawa, Shane chooses to really give their relationship a try and moves to Boston to live with Ilya and become a Raider. What follows is enough public scrutiny and backlash from his team that it has him questioning if he made the right decision. Until moments with Ilya and the Raiders show him exactly why he chose correctly.

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    Hayden’s eyes flickered to Shane, who he sat on the bench, chewing on the edge of his mouth guard.

    “Don’t fucking look at him,” Ilya insisted as he bent down for the faceoff.

    “Excuse me?” Hayden mumbled, eyes darting back to him.

    “You heard me,” he retorted, his tone clipped. “He’s not your teammate anymore; he’s mine. If you think Marlow is a problem to your game, wait until you see what I will do to your team if you hurt anyone on mine again.”

    Hayden scoffed, dipping his head as he tried to focus on the game. Something about Ilya’s words still rang through his head though, sounding so definitive that he didn’t want to risk seeing what he was actually referring to when he said that.

    The puck dropped again, and Ilya stole it before he could comprehend how quickly it happened.

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    17 May 2026

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    A whump fanfiction series that is actually, secretly, a fix-it.

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    13 May 2026