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They were only forty-five minutes late to the barbecue, all told, and yet Ilya was right. Bood called out, “Nice of you to show up, Cap!” from behind the grill. Ilya squeezed Shane’s forearm hard, once, and then headed over to talk to the host. Shane could’ve followed him, he knew, but he didn’t want to stand there awkwardly, feeling like he should say something but not sure when to cut in. On the Metros, everyone had known Shane was a little quiet in groups, knew the kinds of conversations he was comfortable having, when to ask his opinion. The Centaurs wanted something different from him, or maybe Shane wanted to be something different to them. Either way, he stood by the backyard gate while Ilya headed toward Bood, until Hayes called out from the fire, “Get over here, Hollander!”
(in other words: shane figures out how to be a teammate and someone's husband all at the same time. ilya lives several of the best days of his life all in a row. & everyone else has a great time as well)
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10 Jun 2026
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The beginning of the process was fairly easy. Ilya turned on the new phone and followed the directions to start the transfer, but it stalled out at the same step as it had for the genius person. Ilya spent some time scrolling through Reddit and checking if it was his photos, or maybe his contacts, until he saw a post from BigPapi27: my problem was with my voicemail lolll never checked it and it was full as hell. had to clear it out and then everything was fine.
Well. That was probably it. Ilya didn’t think he’d checked his voicemail since he’d played for Boston. He wasn’t even sure where it lived on the phone, so he googled that too, and found out that not all the notifications on the phone call app were from missed calls. A lot of them were, but just as many were voicemails he hadn’t known were taking up all this space, causing him problems.
And, he realized as he scrolled, so many of them were from Shane.
(or, shane starts leaving ilya voicemails. years later, ilya finds them all)
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10 Jun 2026
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They brought Ilya a cot, and that was when he broke down. He was alone in the room, Shane asleep on the bed, and still he tried to cry quietly because Shane needed rest, that was what everyone kept saying, but eventually he ran out of air and had to take big, heaving breaths that tore their way out of his chest. Even though Ilya pressed his hands over his mouth, was almost choking on his fingers, Shane blinked awake.
It had been a normal morning. They were on the road, Anaheim the night before and now Houston. There was nothing fun to do in Houston except his husband, Ilya joked in the lobby while the keys were handed out. Hayes, who’d been given the room next to theirs, groaned and looked at the ceiling as if for divine help. But they’d gone to bed early, woken up with Ilya on his stomach and Shane sprawled across his back. Ilya had been so happy, waking up with Shane’s dead weight pressing him into the mattress, hand limp on the pillow. Ilya had kissed each one of his fingers, drawn the index into his mouth and sucked, woken Shane up like that.
And then later Shane was sprawled out across the ice, another kind of dead weight.
(a few years into their time on the cens, shane gets his bell rung again)
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10 Jun 2026
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It starts, as most things do, in the morning. Ilya is lying with his head in the crook of Shane’s shoulder, and Shane had really thought that he was asleep. He isn’t. He’s watching Shane, breathing deep and even, and Shane can picture his half closed eyes, his slack mouth.
He gives up his hiding place when he murmurs, accent thicker like it always is first thing after he wakes up, “What are you thinking about?”
Shane tenses, remembers it’s Ilya, relaxes. “You,” he says, simply, honestly.
(a litany of the many times ilya asks shane "what are you thinking about" and shane answers as honestly as he can)
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10 Jun 2026
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i, all my life, have been aching just to feed you by eemolu
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
25 Mar 2026
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“Should we maybe go to bed?”
Ilya straightened up a little, drew back so he could see Shane’s face. “I need to ask you something,” he said. His breath smelled like lemons and sugar, underneath the smoke. It meant someone had let LaPointe buy lemon drops for everyone even though no one but him liked them. But Ilya was a good captain, and despite most evidence to the contrary, a good friend, which meant it was likely he’d taken more than a few. “I know is late, but this is very important.”
Shane leaned forward and indulged in a quick kiss, the barest press of his mouth against Ilya’s. “Of course.”
And so Ilya said, with all the gravitas he could muster, “Will you grill me a cheese?”
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10 Jun 2026