Lemon_RDBP
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Will is not okay.
Of course Mack notices.(Title : Cool About It by Boygenius)
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24 Mar 2026
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If you asked Quinn how things have been going since his and Kirill’s conversation, he would tell you he has given Kirill as much space as the man wants (which it turns out is none— Kirill still sleeps on top of him and goes down on him like it’s a privilege to do so).
But if he were a bit more honest, he’d admit that he has officially initiated phase one of get Kirill to fuck. GKTF for short.
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Quinn and Kirill can’t keep their hands off each other ever since they started this, but Kirill won’t fuck him. Quinn wasn’t raised a quitter, so he’s determined to make it happen. He may have to tend to some of Kirill’s wounds before it does.
Part 2 of No Hiding
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23 Mar 2026
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When you’re dedicated to going unseen, it’s jarring to be noticed. Like someone flipping the lights on when you thought you were safe in the dark. Moving to Minnesota, trading in his C for a regular jersey, Quinn was ready to slip into the background like a movie extra. He didn’t want to be the team; he just wanted to be part of one.
But there is Kirill. Staring at him with an eager smile. His blonde hair sticking to his forehead and curling up around his ears. His cheeks flush. He’s looking so intently at Quinn that it feels like he’s x-raying him.
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Recently traded Quinn Hughes is determined to fade into the background in Minnesota. He’s done being Superman. He wants peace. Enter Kirill Kaprizov, alternate captain, serial double texter, who may be able to give Quinn some.
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23 Mar 2026
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“Mack?” he asks after a few minutes, voice heavy and drowsy.
“Yeah?” Mack asks. “What do you need?”
“This was a really shitty birthday.”
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23 Mar 2026
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the entrance areas of the ice palace emptied out long ago. only a few volunteers with lanyards dart from one wing to another, and security lazily checks phones at the checkpoint. will's been hovering by the turnstiles for like twenty minutes, his nose tucked into the collar of a hoodie pulled up nearly to his eyes. it's cold in milan — not like home, but bearable for february. especially when you've shown up without a car, without credentials, and without any real plan except a stupid desperate need to see a specific canadian face.
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22 Mar 2026