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    “You shouldn’t have to take care of me,” Shane said, voice muffled against Ilya’s shirt.

    Something cracked open inside Ilya, an overwhelming need to hold Shane as close as he could and protect him from whatever in the world had made him feel unworthy of care. Shane always took care of people. He carried his team to every victory they claimed, giving so much more than he got in return, and wore the heavy mantle of the Metros’ expectations alone. But it wasn’t just his team. When Ilya’s English failed him, Shane stepped in front of the microphone. When Ilya’s composure failed him, he was a comfort. Even when Shane did not know he was holding Ilya together, the force of his presence was so much more than Ilya knew how to deserve.

    Now it was Ilya’s turn. “Let me,” he said into Shane’s hair. “I do not mind.”

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    OR: Before Shane can leave post tuna melt, he has a panic attack. Ilya calms him down.

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    28 Apr 2026

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    “Hi,” Ilya says, his attempt at making his voice a purr lost to how fucking happy he is, to have this, to see Shane Hollander in a way no one else ever gets to. He crosses the room and kneels over him, pulling him up into a kiss that Shane gives him easily, making a sweet, soft noise that makes Ilya want to bite him with how cute it is. Instead, he gets a handful of the edge of the soft, fuzzy blanket to whip it off of Shane and replace it with his own body-

    -only to be stopped when the blanket turns out to be far, far fucking heavier than he anticipated, pulling him up short when his attempt at a flick ends with barely moving the edge before it flops back down with audible weight.

    (ilya versus shane's weighted blanket)

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    03 Apr 2026

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    He wasn’t even sure what he said, really — just that he’d called, Shane had answered, and he felt warm for the first time all day.

    Set in between the funeral and the concussion game, Ilya comes to Montreal.

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    23 Feb 2026

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    Rozanov cocked his head. “You speak Russian? Or just the curse words?”

    “Yes, I speak Russian,” he snapped, defensive and angry. He knew that it had been a mistake to even try to be friendly with Rozanov. “Why? Do I not look Russian to you?” He scoffed.

    “No, not really,” Rozanov said. Some of his teammates laughed, although they mostly looked surprised that Shane was speaking to them at all. Rozanov didn’t laugh, though. “Are you Russian?”

    “Go fuck yourself.”

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    Despite an inauspicious start, when Russia’s Ilya Rozanov learns that Canada’s Shane Hollander is fluent in Russian at their first World Junior Championships tournament, it changes everything and sets them on a different course. Instead of being branded as rivals from the very beginning, Ilya and Shane start off as friends.

    And, after all, a little friendly rivalry never hurt anyone, did it?

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    15 Feb 2026

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    24 Jan 2026