midnightnevercomes



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    “If you don’t come here, I will come to you.”

    “Rozanov.”

    “I will drive,” Ilya tells him without sympathy. “Park illegally in my big muscle car. Everyone will notice. Lots of photos, probably.”

    Shane rubs his forehead. He gets to his feet and glances at his bag, still packed, on the hotel dresser.

    “I hate your car,” he says, at last.

    “Yes, I know,” Ilya says. It sounds like he’s smiling.

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    19 Jan 2026

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    His outstretched glove hangs there, frozen, as the noise of the arena mutates into a ringing buzz. Then he’s moving, pushed away by Marlow, and then Boston’s goalie. There’s a flurry of movement, a trainer with a towel, more blood dripping onto the ice, and he just. Stands there. Staring.

    Ilya is helped off the ice. Shane doesn’t even tap his stick.

    Remember when Sidney Crosby caught a puck with his jaw? That doesn't happen to Shane. That happens to Ilya.

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    18 Jan 2026

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    Ilya tries to soft-launch the idea of retirement to Shane.

    Or:

    “Don’t have panic attack,” he starts with a squeeze of his fingers around his, which is probably a bad place to do that, the starting. He makes an effort to speak faster, “After we win Cup, I quit.”

    There.

    “Quit what?” Shane searches his eyes, bouncing between left and right and back.

    Ilya can’t help but laugh at his husband, as if the concept of ‘quitting’ and ‘hockey’ in the same sentence has never occurred to him before. It probably hasn’t. While he takes a deep inhale, Ilya adjusts his hold on the bag of ice on his angry, swollen knee that is in the middle of a suicide mission in protest of Ilya playing a professional sport in his late thirties. “Hockey.”

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    05 Jan 2026

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    “Is not my fault!” Ilya insists. “I had to do it. There was a squirrel.”

    Shane’s mouth falls open. “A squirrel?” he demands, disbelieving. “You risked your life for a squirrel?”

    Or: five times Shane saw Ilya with blood on him.

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    01 Jan 2026

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    Shane's concussion recovery is pretty clear: nothing too strenuous, nothing that will up his blood pressure, and nothing that will make him too excited. This leaves certain... gaps... in his normal routine.

    (In which Shane is horny and Ilya is trying his best.)

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    31 Dec 2025