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    “I’m sorry,” Shane whispers against Ilya’s hair. “I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t—”

    Shane cuts himself off with a faint stutter in his breath that Ilya feels in his own chest.

    “Please,” Ilya begs, but he isn’t sure what he is even asking for.

    He wants Shane to leave. He wants Shane to stay. He wants Shane to hold him and never let go.

    Ilya feels Shane’s fingers fist in his curls, holding tight as if Ilya could ever bring himself to pull away.

    Shane doesn’t know that Ilya could never, that he cannot fathom turning his back to take even one step away from him.

    All he can do is push Shane away, make him walk first, and pick up the pieces left behind.

     

    Or an alternative to that fight from the long game, but instead of Shane leaving as Ilya asks, they actually talk it out

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    22 Jul 2026

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    The chain is new, but this is undoubtedly his necklace. His mothers necklace. 

    Skipping his fingers greedily along the chain, Ilya hurries to put it on, fumbling with the strange clasp until he hears a satisfying click of it locking in place. The weight is more than he’s used to, sits heavy on his skin where the previous one had danced and moved with him.

    It could feel cloying, choking; instead, it offers reassurance.

    I’m here. Not lost. Still here.

    His chest heaves with another sob, and Ilya darts into the bathroom; he needs a mirror, he needs to see-

    The thicker chain, new and sparkling, glimmers even in the shitty hotel bathroom lighting.

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    Ilya loses his necklace, and it almost costs him Shane too.

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    22 Jul 2026

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    Shane grabbed a teaspoon from the drawer next to him and dipped it into the sauce, turning to face Ilya with his hand cupped underneath it to catch the drips. As he moved around the island, Ilya’s pulse picked up again and his brain smashed together a montage of nights like this from some imagined future. Shane cooking for him in their kitchen, offering his creation up for Ilya’s judgement. Maybe there would be a nice playlist on. Maybe the pasta would be actual pasta, not chickpea. Maybe they’d be cooking for more than just the two of them. Christ.

    Balancing on the cusp of a something new, Ilya boards a flight to Shane's cottage for two weeks.

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    21 Jul 2026

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    Ilya has two problems.

    The first is that his best friend is freshly single and needs to get laid. The second is that Ilya is having some...weird feelings about it.

    These are completely platonic and heterosexual concerns for his friend, of course.

    (or a college au featuring shane and ilya as best friends, and shane as ilya's bisexual awakening)

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    20 Jul 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 as 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 Jul 2026

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