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    “‘Just say what is on your mind. I do not need to understand it. You do not need to understand it either. It just helps to get it out.’

    She looked at him silently.

    ‘What?’ Ilya urged.

    ‘When did you turn into Dad?’ She looked suspicious.

    ‘Oh, I say something helpful and suddenly I'm Dad? Why can't this be a Papa thing?’

    ‘It's not your thing.’

    ‘Okay, fine, I might get it from Dad. But it is a very good move, okay? I would know.’"

    Ilya always loved seeing pieces of his mother in his teenage daughter. Until he sees a piece he desperately wishes wasn't there.

    So he panics and tries to parent like Shane.

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    10 Sep 2026

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    And then his prayer from before the kiss was answered in the form of a soft knock.

    Shane had barely made it up five steps. He paused for a second, wondering if he had hit the metal railing somehow, leaving behind a knock-like reverberation echoing in the stairwell. He shook his head slightly, as if shaking out the thought that it could be anything else. He continued up the steps more slowly.

    Then there was a second knock, and a buzz in his sweatshirt pocket.

    There was no mistaking either of those sounds. He practically snapped his wrist yanking his phone out of his pocket.

    LILY: the car is not here, and is cold. can i keep waiting inside?

     

    OR: What if Ilya's cab in ep2 is late?

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    04 Sep 2026

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    Ilya hums, playing the card he's been considering for this entire conversation. “We could make more interesting, yes? A bet.”

    “A bet,” Shane repeats, eyes flashing. “Like what?”

    The reporter cuts in. “What about wearing the other player’s jersey?”

    They both turn to her, and Shane says, “Like, the loser wears the winner’s jersey?”

    “Maybe at the next game in a couple of months?”

    “Is a good idea,” Ilya muses, nudging Shane’s elbow. “You will look better in my jersey than in Montreal jersey.”

    Shane makes a low noise, his eyes holding a bit of a spark when he looks back to Ilya. It’s what Ilya was hoping for—the tiniest crack in the mask. He can see a hint of exasperated affection around the corners of Shane’s eyes, a little bit of fire burning just beneath the surface. It sends a thrill down Ilya’s spine, and he wonders if Shane will be snarky when Ilya gets him naked tonight.

    “That’s not happening,” Shane replies, shaking his head. “Because you’re not winning.”

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    Ilya should have known better.

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    31 Aug 2026

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    Ilya decides that if Shane wants to leave without an explanation, he's going to have to outrun him. Literally.

    from the prompt: I've been trying to find a fic where Ilya tackles Shane during the Tunameltdown so he can't run.

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    24 Jul 2026

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    “Hollander.” Shane’s head snaps back to his left. Ilya is much closer, pace slightly hurried. “Come here.” His voice sort of mimics the way one would talk to an animal paralyzed in fight-or-flight. Shane is not sure what to make of that.

    He slowly turns his head in the opposite direction, where his vision tunnels on the door for the stairwell. It almost glows like a special item in a video game, like a hint. Without giving himself time to doubt, he bolts.

    “Wha- Hollander, what the fuck!” Ilya shouts in audible disbelief, and Shane distinctly hears matching thuds of frantic footsteps behind him; Ilya is chasing after him. Shane runs faster, positively sprinting at this point. He’s the fastest skater in the NHL right now. He can do this. He flings the door open and bounds down the steps two at a time, hitting the walls with each turn of a corner. If he eats shit on this filthy floor and embarrasses himself in front of Ilya, he thinks, he’ll never let himself see the light of day ever again.

    or alternatively, in which Shane accidentally sends the text, and Ilya chases after him. Like, actually chases after him.

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    22 Jul 2026