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    "In here," Shane wanted to scream. "I can't breathe. Help me," he wanted to say; "I need you."

    He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He was imprisoned by his silence and the feeling of his body trembling against the tile floor.

    “Moya lyubov?” the Russian called again.

    Shane could hear his footsteps against the floor; he was going to the bedroom – he was going the wrong way.

    "Please," he wanted to scream. "I’m here, and I’m dying."

    He tried to speak again, but the words caught in his throat.

    He wanted so badly to call for Ilya. Shutting his eyes, he pushed all the air from his lungs, trying to dislodge whatever it was that inhibited his speech.

    The footsteps were still retreating, traveling further away from Shane. A tear slid down his cheek, and finally, a timid whimper pushed past his lips – it was barely audible.

    Ilya’s shoes stopped moving.

    Or: Shane has a meltdown and Ilya finds him

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    29 Jul 2026

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    “Do you think you deserve a kiss, Hollander?” Ilya murmurs. “Have you been good?”

    Shane nods emphatically, sucking on Ilya’s thumb like that can be enough proof of how good he is. It’s something to do with his mouth, but it’s not what he really wants. He wants a fucking kiss. He wants his husband’s tongue in his mouth, not his finger. 

    But Ilya just hums condescendingly. “Mm, maybe you will have to earn it.”

    - or, Shane just needs to be taken out of his head for a while. It doesn't go exactly as planned, but they make it work

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    15 Jul 2026

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    Shane never thought it would come to this.

    What once was a warm, fuzzy feeling of love in his chest, now was a mellowed, sharp frost encompassing his heart. He didn’t mean for it to go this far, to get this bad, but some things are destined to happen and some things are inescapable.

    His leg was shaking, a rhythmic thump thump thump where his feet met the hard wood floor. His hands lay clammy, buzzing against the sheet of paper on top of the cluttered oak desk.

    He really needs to clean this mess of tissues, pictures and stationary. He needs to bin the tissues and pack away the pictures and stationary into boxes where they will join the lines of cardboard in the moving van outside. But right now, all Shane can do is stare at the words “DIVORCE AGREEMENT” written in a harsh, bold, bland font. He never thought he would have such a document in his hands.

     

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    after months of quietly falling apart, Shane and Ilya have separated and are heading for divorce, trying to keep it hidden from their teammates at Wyatt’s wedding, the looming legal deadlines force them to confront their mistakes and issues. Is it too late, or can they find their way back to each other?

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    03 Jul 2026

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    “I just want to feel your forehead, okay?” Ilya spoke softly, like Shane was a fawn easily spooked.

    He shook his head frantically, then brought his hands up to fist his hair when the motion exacerbated the throbbing. “N-no,” he breathed, “not sick. no point.” His sense of control was really fraying now, and Ilya could sense it.

    “Moya lyubov, you act like skittish cat. Is no big deal then. If you are not sick, then there is nothing to hide, yes?”

    Maybe it was the way he spoke to him so tenderly, or the throbbing in his head and the aching in his bones, but the next time Ilya reached for him, he didn't pull away.

    When the strong, calloused hand found his forehead and Ilya inhaled sharply, Shane held his breath for what he knew came next.

    “Jesus, you are burning!” his boyfriend cried, prompting Shane to once again shrink away.

    “Nuh-uh,” he grumbled. “Don't get sick, remember?”

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    30 Jun 2026

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    "Rozy," Brian, the team doctor says, "talk to me, buddy. That puck clipped you pretty good, how’s the pain?"

    Ilya blinks. He clenches his jaw against a wave of nausea. He rests his cheek on the ice, and the cold helps a little.

    "Bad. Very bad." He swallows. "Is Shane here?"

    -

    or, in the final MTL/BOS game of the year, ilya takes a puck to the head.

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    02 Jun 2026