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    Yeva is giggling excitedly, and flawlessly executing her move, or so it seems. Her spin seems to be going well, until she somehow loses her footing, screaming in fear as she goes down. Hard. She hits the ice, face first, with a loud thud.
    Ilya’s eyes go wide at the sight of his little girl lying there, unmoving.
    Lying there....
    Unmoving...

     

    -shane and ilya's daughter has an accident on the ice, which triggers a traumatic memory for ilya-

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    17 Feb 2026

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    The group chat of players collected by Scott Hunter and Carter Vaughan react to the news that Shane Hollander has signed with Ottawa.

    Can be read as a standalone as the first part is not necessary to understand this fic

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    17 Feb 2026

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    “What the fuck was that?” Ilya spat out, his breathing already ragged.

     

    “What was what?” Shane asked, feigning innocence. He was literally still wearing the fucking jersey as he drove both of them home. 

    OR: Shane has a sprained ankle and isn't allowed on the ice. Instead, he wears Ilya's jersey and goes to watch anyway.

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    17 Feb 2026

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    “Don’t–” Ilya starts, already reaching, already cupping Shane’s face between both hands, thumbs warm and tender against his cheekbones like they’ve always belonged there.

    Shane’s eyes are big and gorgeous and genuinely curious. “Don’t what?”

    Don’t make me look like a lovesick idiot. Don’t make my heart trip over itself for a way out of my chest and into yours. Don’t say it like that—so fucking sincere—like you don’t know how devastating it is for me.

    “Don’t butcher my language,” he says instead and kisses Shane’s smile hard, like reflex, like gravity, like there was never going to be another option.

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    Shane sets out to learn Russian. Ilya discovers he's incapable of keeping his composure.

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    17 Feb 2026

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    Shane releases what feels like his first exhale in forever—Ilya Rozanov, taken out by the common flu. Not ignoring him. Not ending anything. Still, the knot in his chest doesn’t ease completely with the vision of Ilya unwell and alone in Shane’s head.

    JANE

    Are you at your house?

    LILY

    Where else, Jane?

    JANE

    Don’t fall asleep. I’ll be there soon. 

    LILY

    No, am sick. I told you. 

    JANE

    I heard you. I’ll be there soon.

    Or, Ilya’s sick and Shane wants, and wants, and wants. 

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