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    An ice storm falls over Ottawa, but Ilya promised David and Yuna that he'd come over for dinner while Shane's away. When Yuna and David get the call that he's been rushed to the hospital after a car accident they scramble to get to him so he won't wake up alone in the hospital. Days of confusion, pain, and sadness ensue. Especially since Shane can't come back until after he finishes a season defining game or else the industry might catch on to his and Ilya's secret relationship.

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    A hurt/comfort fic where Yuna and David watch over and comfort Ilya while he's in the hospital recovering from a bad car accident.

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    10 Jan 2026

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    “Jackie?” Shane’s question cuts through the silence, and Jackie winces at the frantic rasp of his voice.

    “Right here, honey.” She tries to keep her voice light, wrapping her hand around Hayden’s wrist and meeting his worried gaze over the phone. “What’s going on?”

    “I need your help.” Shane croaks out. “They called, but they won’t - I need to know if he’s okay, but they won’t tell me.” The end of his sentence disappears in something so close to a sob it makes something in Jackie’s chest freeze over.

     

     

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    10 Jan 2026

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    “Because I can’t fucking do this, Ilya. I’m going to my parents’, I- I need a break, alright? Shit.” Shane’s gaze locked onto his keys and he picked them up, stalking towards the door. He needed a break from the arguing and he needed to go somewhere he could breathe and collect his thoughts, so he could process this correctly and talk about it with Ilya civilly. Everything was still suffocating and overwhelming and Shane needed out, needed to go sit in his car and drive in silence to his parents’ place.
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    Ilya had seen enough breakups to know what one looked like. Shane ignored him, and looked irritated, and said he couldn’t do this (this, like everything between them could be reduced to a single word other than love), and said he needed a break (his confidence in Ilya’s English was comforting up until Ilya realised it meant Shane didn’t feel the need to say the dramatic I’m breaking up with you that characterised the ends of relationships).

    or, hollanov fight and misunderstandings resulting in an injury ensue

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    10 Jan 2026

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    The lights are dimmed. A slow, sultry song murmurs through the speakers in hushed Russian whispers. Svetlana is wearing Ilya’s jersey, long and familiar and intimate, and Shane can’t help the way his brain fills in the blanks—how easily it would slide over bare skin.

    It’s clear why she’s here.

    Worse, he knows exactly who she is.

    A name that has come up before, casually, historically. A long-time hookup. A woman Ilya could date publicly if he wanted to. Someone simple. Easy. Soft.

    Nothing like Shane.

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    08 Jan 2026

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    “Hollander? You are still here?” Rozanov called, breaking the TV static silence filling Shane’s head. He blinked. 

    “Uh. Yeah, just leaving,” he answered, surprised by how steady his voice sounded. Good, that was good. He knew he couldn’t show Rozanov any weakness if he wanted to keep coming back.

    But did he want to come back if it made him feel like this?

    “Door is too heavy? Or I fuck you too good, you cannot move legs,” came Rozanov’s taunting response. Shane could practically see the tilted smirk on his face, cigarette smoke wafting around his freshly-showered curls. 

    “Fuck off, Rozanov,” Shane muttered.
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    Or, I wrote something to add to the pile of subdrop!Shane in Vegas fics because legally by law I had to

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    04 Jan 2026