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“Lily,” Hayden says automatically. “You know about Lily?”
Something flickers across Rozanov’s face. His jaw twitches. “Yes, I know about Lily.” He raises his eyebrows.
Hayden feels like a complete asshole, all of a sudden. There’s just been too much going on to even think about Shane’s mystery girlfriend. “Shit, I should probably, like, call her, or something? I don’t know this girl at all, but Shane’s been obsessed with her for years. If she was watching the game, she would have seen him get hurt.”
“You don’t need to call her,” Rozanov says, and when Hayden glances at him, he still looks fucking miserable but now he’s rolling his eyes, a much more familiar expression of disdain on his face. “She’s sitting right here.”
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Hayden Pike and Ilya Rozanov are waiting for Shane to wake up after he took a bad hit on the ice. They get to talking.Chapter 2: Ilya and Shane talk about what it means, now that someone knows their secret.
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A Study in Quiet by capricious__capricorn
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle
15 Aug 2025
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The letter had been nothing but grief wrapped in barbed wire. Every word a deflection, every sentence tipped with venom he didn’t mean. And Sherlock—bloody Sherlock—had taken it. Just taken it. Because he cared. Because, in that maddening, twisted way that was his alone, he loved John.
Loved him in the way that said, I can take it, hit me again. In the way that said, I’ll put a gun to my own brother’s head if it means you walk out of here alive.
It wasn’t right. It wasn’t healthy. John knew that. But knowing didn’t stop the part of him that… relished it. The part that was selfish enough to find comfort in it.
And now, to think that it might all be about to end—this strange, fragile life they’d built—it made something raw twist in his chest. It made him want to slam a fist into the nearest wall, shout until his voice broke.
Because despite every protest, every denial, every stubborn piece of posturing, John had finally understood something in the past year.
He loved him.
He loved Sherlock Holmes in every way a man could love another man.Bookmarked by NoraWoods
07 Feb 2026