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    Ilya opened one of his messages.

    Have you seen the news?
    Ilya, call me. Now.
    Please tell me you already fucking know.
    Jesus Christ, man.

    That was it. No context. No explanation. Just panic wrapped in vague bullshit.

    His jaw locked. “Are you fucking serious right now,” he muttered, thumb scrolling harder than necessary. Say it or don’t, you assholes. The half-answers made his skin crawl. It felt like they were all circling something awful, whispering around it, waiting for him to step close enough to get hit.

    His chest felt tight now, pressure building, so he did the one thing that made sense. He opened social media.

    Shane Hollander’s name was everywhere.

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    Shane was hurt in ways everyone could see, and in ways only Ilya would carry.

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    24 Sep 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 Sep 2026

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    It kind of looks like junk, at first. Just a random collection of items, like the lost property box at the arena for things the cleaners find after games. But Shane quickly realises that the collection isn’t random at all.

    No, this is a box of memories.

    Ilya’s memories of Shane.

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    09 Sep 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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    29 Aug 2026

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    Hayden cuts himself off at the sound of something he hears so rarely, he’s almost sure he’s imagining it. He scans the room, looking for the source, and sure enough, his eyes land on his target. 

    There, nestled in between two of his teammates on the couch, is Shane Hollander. 

    Laughing. Out loud. Audibly. 

    Like, he’s actually fucking laughing, not the fake laughs he forces out to make other people more comfortable. In fact, he’s laughing so hard, he looks like he might cry, and Hayden would be delighted by the sight of it if he weren’t so fucking concerned. Shane Hollander doesn’t laugh at parties. Shane Hollander barely laughs when he’s actually happy, and he’s never happy at parties. So what gives? 

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    Shane Hollander accidentally gets very high. That's it, that's the fic.

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    22 Aug 2026