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    11 Oct 2026

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    “Hey,” Hollander says softly, settling a hand on Ilya’s back.

    Ilya turns away and fixes his gaze on a spot of chipped paint on the wall, trying to will the moisture trailing down his cheeks back into his tear ducts. “Sorry,” he whispers, shaking his head.

    He can’t actually remember the last time he felt so utterly mortified. This is not at all what he’d envisioned happening when Hollander asked for his room number. He’d guessed that a conversation was on the horizon; Ilya had just imagined it happening after he reminded Hollander exactly what he’d been missing while he was off being Rose Landry’s boyfriend. But no, Hollander always wants to clear the air, always needs to fucking talk, even though Ilya never has the right words for him.

    “Hey,” Hollander says again, somehow even more tenderly.

    The bed shifts, and suddenly Hollander is crawling into Ilya’s lap and cradling Ilya’s face in his hands and kissing him.

    —

    (or, filling in the blanks between Ilya crying in Shane's arms and the bed being absolutely wrecked in the last shot of that scene)

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    06 Oct 2026

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    Hockey is one thing, but new fatherhood is a whole different game.

    Or: A series of glimpses into the life of Shane and Ilya as fathers during their adopted newborn daughter's first few weeks.

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    06 Oct 2026

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    Hollander huffed and then, slowly, looked into Ilya’s eyes. “What if… what if we didn’t do it all the way?”

    “Yeah?” Ilya breathed. “Like?”

    “What if it’s just the tip.”

    Ilya’s jaw literally dropped. “Who the fuck taught you that?”

    Hollander shrugged, then his eyes locked onto Ilya. “Yes or no.”

    Fuck it.

    Or: episode 4 fuck-montage meets Just The Tip meets down-bad but doesn’t know it Ilya Rozanov meets barebacking

    OR: Ilya “just the tip” Rozanov and Shane “just fucking come in me” Hollander

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    05 Oct 2026

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    The first sound Ilya hears is a thin, discordant symphony of beeps and whirs. Something vibrating. 

    The next thing he hears is…wet. A sort of shaking, gargling sound, that feels like the ugliest crying he’s ever heard. And through it, Shane’s voice. 

    “I’m with him now, mom. He’s— he’s not fine. He’s not. I know—”

    Ilya wants to ask who's not fine, but he can’t feel his own body, his mouth, enough to ask.

    “Yeah,” Shane is saying, only slightly calmer. “I know. He wasn’t breathing—"

    Ilya knows there's a link, between the clinical musicality of medical settings, Shane’s audible, awful distress, and his own physical incapacity. It’s just, it’s so tenuous, and the air around him is so thick, so heavy. It would be easy, to sleep, a little. 

    -
    Footage of the last game between Ottawa and Montreal is everywhere; it’s breached containment from the sports world, and now it seems like everyone is baying for Montreal’s blood. Except, Ilya is oblivious. Not exactly blissfully so, but as the fight for accountability within the league rages on without him, Ilya just wants someone, anyone, to tell him what happened.

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    01 Oct 2026