Way down the line, when they're leading Ottawa to another Stanley Cup, Ilya gets slammed too too hard by some eager new player. He's knocked unconscious and Shane practically flies from the box to the ice, watching as the EMTs intervene and carry him out on a stretcher.
Yuna goes in the ambulance with Ilya — Shane can't get out of his skates fast enough to run over in time, so he drives a few minutes behind them — and she calls Shane to keep him updated. It's fine, it's all fine, Ilya is already semi conscious and talking to them both. Shane's mind goes to all of the worst places anyway.
They lose service when they get in the elevator, but Yuna still sends out a text message with the room number. Shane speeds faster and then bolts through the hospital.
When he finally sees Ilya, minutes later, already in a blue hospital gown and connected to an IV but conscious and beaming up at him, Shane breaks into tears.
"Don't cry, solnyshko," Ilya says. "Come here," he holds out the hand that's free from the needles and Shane takes it.
"I have something important to ask you," Ilya tells him. It suddenly feels so serious. Shane's heart drops.
"Will you come to my cottage this summer?" Ilya says in a sing-songy voice, using his best Canadian accent. "Don't go to Russia. Come to my house, we'll have so much fun..."
I admit I'm curious about your reactions and ideas regarding the Grim Sleepwear vignette, as well as Groovy and the story of the sixth anniversary event.
now, they didn't actually say firstie cuddle pile, HOWEVER
mornings are exhausting. but they're sweeter with him.
✦ info: phainon wakes up at a ridiculously early hour and kisses you into waking up with him.
✦ warnings: mornings, ew. none, this is pure fluff (edit: except for the fact that he bites you once affectionately). au ambiguous, but in my head: modern au. (0.8k words)
✦ notes: he's so needy and he's so sneaky i love him i'm going to sob ugly tears i love him so much i'd like him to wake me up like this please please please- ahem. AHEM. who said that jsjsjsjjsj lmao i hope you enjoy :)
i. recent. ii. masterlist.
morning rises, soft and slow.
rays of light slowly start to seep in through the eastern windows, illuminating the tiled floor, pale curtains fluttering in the gentle breeze that finds its way in.
your blanket is cozy, your bed is soft, your alarm is yet to ring. the world outside is still, and it is peaceful.
he chuckles, voice still deep with his usual morning rasp. “good morning, sleepyhead.” he says affectionately, words drawn out, as he kisses your cheek tenderly. “did you sleep well?”
you’d often compare phainon to the sun.
with the way he always looked at you with such warmth, and the way his smile shone brilliantly, it was hard not to. truly, you adored him with every inch of your being, and he lit up your life much like the light of the sun on your skin.
now, if only he didn’t rise with it.
why does the sun rise so very early, anyway?
“i’d sleep well if you’d let me sleep in a little longer, phainon,” you groan out, turning away from him so that your face stayed out of his reach.
you’ll get your kisses later. but first, sleep.
he hums. “let me think about it,” he says as he settles behind you. you feel him pull you closer and pause, like he’s deep in thought, and when he stills, you think you’ve won the battle.
well, good.
it is far too early for such antics, in your opinion.
but just as his warmth lures you back into the arms of sleep, your eyes fluttering shut, soothed by the pace of his breathing, you feel a sneaky kiss on the back of your neck. “i thought about it.” he whispers, smiling against your skin. “sorry, darling, the answer's no.”
oh. oh, no.
he teasingly drags his lips down to where your neck meets your back, ghosting over like the brush of a butterfly's wings, leaving goosebumps in his wake. he lingers there for a minute, his breath tickling your sensitive skin, before he retraces his path to reach the base of your ear. he kisses there gently, once, twice, and then— he bites.
gently, of course, but it still has your eyes flying wide open.
“phainon!” you gasp, electricity running down the length of your spine. you turn around to glare at him.
“bet you’re awake after that, aren’t you?” he murmurs into your ear. you whack him playfully on the shoulder.
his bright laughter in answer is infectious, and you can’t help but crack a smile begrudgingly.
“yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” you huff, moving to hide your face in his shoulder as he still shakes with laughter. “you always wake me up too early.”
“sorry, sorry.” he says in return, not sounding even the least bit apologetic, and you pull away to give him a look.
"you don't sound very sorry," you huff indignantly.
his lips form into the slightest of pouts and you swear to kephale above that you could see faint dog ears drooping in his fluffy white hair.
“we haven’t seen each other since last night.” he says, blue eyes never leaving your own. they're wide, and they blink innocently. “i missed you,” he finishes, his voice dropping to a small whisper as he looks away, and your heart melts at the sight of him.
well.
you can’t exactly argue with that, can you?
you sigh in defeat, sitting up. “alright, alright, you win.”
the effect is instant.
his pout disappears and his whole face lights up, eyes sparkling with joy, a dimple peeking out as he grins brightly.
he pushes himself upright, and with all the enthusiasm of a puppy, he pulls you on top of him, both arms wrapped around your face, and kisses you over and over and over, from your lips to your nose to your eyelids and to your cheek until you’re giggling in his embrace.
“there we go. not so grumpy anymore, are we, darling?”’ he murmurs, pressing one final kiss to your nose.
you hum, rubbing the last remnants of sleep from your eyes. “i’m awake, that’s for sure.”
his grin never leaves his face, and he nudges your cheek with his nose. “have i ever told you that you have a beautiful laugh?”
“yes, a million times already,” you respond, smiling affectionately at him.
“well, then i’ll say it again. i love the way you laugh.”
“even when i sound like a hyena?”
“especially when you sound like a hyena.”
it is right then— cradled in his arms, watching him with a smile so dazzling, when the morning’s just begun and the whole day lies in wait for the two of you— that you find your answer.
why does the sun rise so early?
just so it can see you smile, of course.
(“so you’re saying i do sound like a hyena?”
“huh- what?! that is not what i meant and you know it.” he groans, resting his forehead on your shoulder.
“i’m just kidding.” you respond, running your hands through his soft, pale hair. “consider that payback for waking me up.”
“would it help if i had breakfast ready next time?” his voice is muffled, but you can still make out the words.
“yes, yes it would.”)
✦ ending notes: first phainon drabble!! hehe this was a quicker piece but i thoroughly enjoyed every second of writing this (i know a very popular characterization is that he's needy WHICH I AGREE WITH but he's also excellent at executing a plan and setting it in motion ykwim? he contains multitudes jsjsjsj therefore, needy and sneaky)
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