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    When the unsentimental financial imperative of the NHL sees Shane traded to the Boston Raiders, he and Ilya are thrown into closer extended proximity than ever before. As they adjust to life as teammates, they are forced to contend with the nature of their relationship -and must answer for themselves: is it even a relationship at all?
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    Sliding down the wall, Shane hunched over his untied sneakers, shoved on hastily when Coach had called him in for a meeting after morning skate.

    “Boston wanted you specifically. I’ve already spoken to their GM. You’re flying this evening or tomorrow morning: I’ll confirm once the paperwork clears.”

    “Mom,” Shane managed.

    “Oh sweetie. I know, okay. Those fuckers, how dare they do this! Two fucking cups! Now all of a sudden they decide they want a reset and you’re going to fund it.”

    Shane put his head between his knees and tried to breathe. God, Boston. They hated him there; it was so far away; he was fucking their captain.

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    22 Feb 2026

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    Based very loosely on events from The Long Game that my brain wanted to put into the first book, somewhere between Shane’s injury, and before Scott Hunter wins the cup - for maximum angst, obviously.

    What if Ilya’s plane had actually crashed? And what if it had happened before he and Shane had the chance to confess their love and know what it was like to be together.

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    A fic so I could write a really needy Shane who can't hide his feelings anymore, and an Ilya who is faced with the undeniable truth that someone cares for him.

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    21 Feb 2026

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    “They are wolves, Derek, wolves!”

    “I know.”

    “They—” Stiles choked and focused his gaze on the alpha. “W-what?”

    Amidst the rubble, the groaning building, the wailing, and the scent of burning metal, Derek looked calm. The alpha ascended one step, closer to Stiles. “My love, listen to me—”

    “What is going on?” Stiles’ throat dried.

    “I said, listen.”

    The omega’s mouth clamped shut, his lips trembling. The muscles in Derek’s jaw bulged as if he struggled to stay still.

    “I am taking you hostage.”

    Stiles’ chest stilled. His lips parted. He went completely stiff, watching Derek’s lips move, but the words made no sense.

    “Derek…” he murmured hoarsely, shaking his head. “What…”

    “I am not going to hurt you.” Derek’s voice went hard as steel. He spread his arms as if showing the lack of armor. “But you are coming with me. It is an order. Do you understand me?”

    Stiles shifted his gaze from his mouth to his eyes and flinched back.

    They were red. Burgundy, like the blood splatters marring his face.

    And just like that, everything became clear.

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    21 Feb 2026

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    “Olesya.”
    “Oh-lee-syah,” Shane repeated slowly, making sure he pronounced it right. “What… what are you going to do?”
    “I don’t know,” Ilya said, resting his head in his hand. “I don’t fucking know.”
    Shane’s voice was steady. “What can I do?”
    How long had it been since someone offered to help Ilya? He took care of his family, carried his brother’s financial burdens, tended his own injuries, paid his way through life without aid. The question, softly spoken and rich with genuine intent, was enough to bring tears to his eyes. Could he really trust it? Could he ask someone for help?
    For once, he wanted to try.

    OR: Ilya is left with sudden custody of Alexei's daughter and calls Shane to help.

    (Set just before the cottage.)

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    18 Feb 2026

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    Before he could say anything, there was a loud smacking and shout that drew their attention back to the middle of the rink. In the midst of players stretching and warming up, Ilya sneakily smack the flat end of his stick against Bood’s rear, almost toppling the man down. He skated away immediately while cackling in the face of Bood’s and Dykstra’s (as the possible previous victim) indistinct hollers, accompanied by laughter from other players. Laughter that soon turns to howling when Ilya tripped in his hurry to avoid their wrath, falling on his ass.
     

    Shane stared back at the camera, giving it the flattest look possible, “Like Miss Carpenter, everyday, I too had to beg my man to ‘please don’t embarrass me, motherfucker’,”

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    Or, the 5 times Shane 'ASMR-Is-Music-Right?' Hollander was soft (and freaky) about his husband over the soundtrack of pop music.

    And the 1 time Ilya ‘Romance-Are-Not-For-Russians’ Rozanov was.

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    18 Feb 2026