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    And then, just as Ilya is about to fish out key, fit it into lock (because what if Shane is not okay? What if Shane is inside, and he needs Ilya, like he did on the ice that fucking day, when Ilya couldn’t even touch him) fucking finally, door opens, and Shane is there, and then?

    Ilya blinks at Shane. Shane blinks at Ilya.

    The fucking baby Shane is holding in his hands, bouncing its little body absently, just so it giggles, a tone of pure joy, fixes it big eyes on Ilya, and chirps cheerfully, “Da da!”

    Ilya is best hockey player in the world. He’s had his bell rung countless times, is no stranger to taking a hit and feeling like world is spinning beneath his feet.

    The sight of a baby nestled in Shane’s arms, like it belongs there, smiling at him, hits him like two hundred pounds of muscle have never managed, leaves him reeling.

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    22 Mar 2026

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    The doorbell rings just as Shane is finishing brushing his teeth – the first thing they rose to do, because he wants to kiss Ilya good morning – and he and Ilya exchange a confused look in the bathroom mirror. It's barely dawn, and Ilya's curls are adorably tousled from sleep as he scratches his ribs lazily, toothbrush dangling from the corner of his mouth. 

    Shane hesitates, then rinses his toothpaste out and runs a hand through his hair. "Fuck, it's probably anti-doping."

    No one else would be here at this hour – unless it's an emergency.

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    22 Mar 2026

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    “We’ve made a trade,” Coach announces. “For Shane Hollander.”

    It’s like the ground drops out from beneath Ilya, and his heart falls from his chest. It tumbles past rock bottom, down to the cavern that shattered open inside of him on that night five years ago. The night when Ilya walked away from Hollander for the last time.

    He can’t breathe.

    (Or: Shane doesn’t get hurt, they break up, and they don’t talk for five long years. Until Shane is traded to Ottawa.)

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    19 Mar 2026

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    "Why don't I tell you a story, then? You may not be able to relate—it's my story after all, and you're not that good at hockey, but try to keep up."

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    18 Mar 2026

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    Ilya Rozanov is committed to his crime-less husband and also has a husband-less crime to commit. The crime is murder. The husband is apparently more on board with murder than expected.

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    shane: ilya give me the gun.

    ilya: well i'm not scared but i'm Definitely Horny

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    14 Mar 2026