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Harris Drover arrived early to get a head start on the new videos going up on the Ottawa Centaurs Instagram page.
He slug his bag to the side of his desk, his pride pins happily clinking together. He opens his laptop and sighs. He needed something fun, maybe a challenge or a personal note from each of the players.
Riding with Roz and BBQing with Bood were doing well, even Chiron's Twitter was good. But it was lacking what fans truly craved.
So far he had gotten footage of a couple practices and their recent win. It was practical and a good way to engage with the fans that had recently joined after their big win against Montreal. Well win they completely slaughtered them.
The Ottawa Centaurs took it personally as Montreal attacked one of their own.
They made sure that game was hell. And Wyatt made sure he was a brick wall.
Not a single Montreal player scored.
Shane was fitting in perfectly with the team just like Ilya said he would. He made beautiful passes and goals during that game, taking Montreal out of the playoffs.
Harris needed to edit that while updating the team page. He had his work cut out for him.
Ilya had made the footage interesting as every skate past Shane was a near miss into the boards. That lob sided grin and head shake from the married couple would bost engagement on the page.
Not to mention the amount of attention Ilyas death glares were getting on Twitter.
Maybe an idea about couples? Or relationships?
"Mornin Harris"
"Morning to you too Bood"
The defenseman lurked in the doorway in loose kit. He was smiling to himself which made Harris take his eyes off of his editing software.
"What's this about?"
Behind him stood Luca, Troy and Wyatt all in practice gear muttering between themselves.
Wyatt came forward.
"Okay so I have an idea. What if we post a prank on the social media account"
Harris smiled, that could be entertaining and draw a lot of attention to their social media account.
"Okay what kind of prank"
"Just a small one, funny one. Don't worry it will be chill"
Luca and Troy were cackling behind him. They tried to stiffle their laughter but their gloves where not enough.
"And this is harmless?"
"Oh yes completely safe"
"Okay as long as it's harmless. Do you want a camera?"
"Oh yeah for this yes. I need this in HD"
Harris handed him a DSLR with a fresh SD card in it. The plan would be to set it up in the corner of the changing rooms, where they assured him everyone would be dressed. They would play the prank there and fix it too.
"Could I ask what the prank is?"
"Nope"
"Nope?"
"It's a surprise"
"Wyatt"
"Your gonna laugh. Don't worry it will be a good opportunity for the page"
"Okay. But if something happens it's on you"
"That's fair. Now let's roll"
Luca and Troy backed out of the room with Wyatt in tow.
The camera was quickly set up in the corner. They were waiting on a special somebody to walk through that door. And just like clockwork, Shane Hollander made his entrance.
"Morning guys. What's with the" Shane gestured between the guys.
They were stood with massive grins on their faces, trying to contain their laughter.
"We have something to ask if you"
Shane didn't even realise how he got himself into this mess. The guys had bought a stick of concealer in a shade that pretty much covered Shane perfectly.
They had applied a thick layer under his eyes, on his nose and patted odd places to make sure it was floorless.
They covered all of Shane's freckles.
He felt naked when he looked into the mirror of the dressing room. He knew he had always hated his freckles but now seeing them covered up it shook him up.
The guys looked over their handy work.
"Okay now we wait for Cap"
Shane's eyes went wide.
"Wait a minute. I need to scrub this off"
"Nah it will be funny"
"Yeah Luca's right. I really really want to see if Roz will notice"
"He will"
"But how do you know Hollzy"
"Trust he will"
"Okay we will see"
Shane rolled his eyes and started to unpack his bag he brought from the car. Evan had stopped Ilya on the way in and they where chatting away while Shane said he would get going inside.
Shane was regretting leaving his side.
"Evan we didn't just win. We crushed them! Best team in league HA!"
"I know cap. Wow and that goal by Hollzy, that flew over Dagenais"
Their laughter exploded into the changing room.
"Mornin" Evan siad taking in the interested glances made at Ilya.
"Mornin"
"Morning"
"Morning Cap. Morning Dykstra", Luca happily replied.
"Morning", Ilya said with interest. "And morning to you moya lyubov"
Shane smiled down at his bag, sorting his shorts into a side pocket and making sure his gloves didn't fall to the bottom of the bag.
"Dobroye utro, dorogaya"
Ilya smiled.
"What is wrong with all of you. Why so interested? Mum and dad are talking"
"Ilyaaaa"
Luca sneeked a glance at the camera in the corner making sure it was still recording. Wyatt had to suppress his laugh.
Shane turned from his bag to his husband and watched as all the colour drained out of Ilya.
"Shane?! Shane are you ill"
Everyone in the changing room stood to a stand still. Wyatt had to practically mentally kick himself to slap on a concerned face and make sure he didn't laugh.
"Cap what do you mean? Hollzy are you feeling unwell?"
"You were fine in the car what happened?"
Wyatt tried his hardest to sound as genuine as possible.
"Yeah now that I think about it Hollzy does look off what do you think Bood"
"Yeah Hollzy you don't look so good. Do you need to lay down?"
Ilyas brain was running at a mile a minute. His husband was freckle-less, it had to be because of a fever that was making them disappear. But Shane woke up with that gorgeous smile and his beautiful freckles.
It had to be because Shane was really ill. Like life threateningly ill.
"Shanya we need to call a hospital. An ambulance!"
"What? I feel fine"
"Vashi vesnushki ischezli" Ilya whispered as to not freak out Shane.
"Wyatt could you please run and get medical"
"Yes Cap"
To make sure it seemed realistic enough Wyatt ran as fast he could to the end of the hall and back again.
"He's not in yet" Wyatt said breathlessly and as panicky as possible, making sure to wobble every syllable.
"yebat"
"Cap! Cap what do we do?!"
The rest of the guys where trying to lay Shane down on the floor telling Ilya they didn't want Shane to pass out. Evan even stepped up not being in on the prank, forced Shane to to floor to make sure he was okay.
"Ilya it's mak-"
"Shhh shhh it's going to be okay. Ilya, Haris is in, he can call an ambulance. We will stay with Shane"
"Okay. Okay I'll be back okay"
Ilya ran for it.
"Guys you need to stop this now. This is going a bit too far. An ambulance might be called, I don't want to explain this to ambulance staff"
"Okay we will end it when he gets back"
"Guys what are you talking about"
"Oh Evan we are pranking Ilya"
"Are you serious?!? He will put you through hell. You know what your funeral"
Harris was finishing up the edit of yesterday's game when his door slammed open. He quickly took off his headphones from the impact he felt at his desk.
"Harris! Harris! Shane is dying"
Harris looked up to be met with a door barely on its hinges and a frantic massive hockey player. He halted his typing.
"I'm sorry what?!"
Harris lept to his feet phone in hand.
"He doesn't look well. He's all one colour, I think is high fever"
Back in the locker room Shane was still on the floor when Harris entered.
"Shane?!? Shane can you hear me!?"
"Ilya it's mak-"
"Yes we know it's making you ill"
Ilya pressed his hand flat against Shane's forehead to take his temperature.
"You don't feel warm" Ilya frowned.
Ilya pulled Shane into his arms and cradled him close to his chest, looking at Shane.
Harris was at a loss for words. Wyatt pulled him to the side and snickered.
"I don't think I've ever seen Roz this close to crying"
"What do you mean crying?!?"
"I mean look"
"What?"
"Look. No over there"
"What? I don't get it"
"Look at Shane"
"OH MY GOD WHAT DID YOU DO?!?....WYATT HAYES!!"
It was just as Ilya had said Shane was one colour.
"Wyatt?"
Ilya quickly turned to face him and Shane could see Wyatt go pale.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO SHANE"
"Rela-"
"RELAX?!? RELAX?!? LOOK AT MY HUSBAND"
Wyatt quickly went over to Shane. Grabbing a towel from Shane's bag he quickly wiped at Shane's cheeks.
Ilya quickly saw Shane's freckles return.
"O, spasibo tebe, mama", Ilya quickly raised Shane up in his arms to hug him and bury his head into the space between his neck and shoulder.
"WYATT HAYES!! You said prank!"
"Yeah it was. Gotcha"
Ilya looked exhausted. Shane rubbed the hands over Ilya face making sure he was okay.
"Sorry. I didn't know they planned this lyubimyy"
Ilya just rested his head back where it was, breathing Shane it. Making sure he was still there.
"Wyatt Hayes, for the next two weeks you will be running suicides. Not skating suicides. Running them."
Shane laughed and kissed Ilya.
Needless to say that prank did not make it to the social media page. However, Wyatts suicide laps were a regular occurrence with a very smug looking Ilya in the background.
Shane just smiled in the background pecking Ilya on the lips.
Their videos went viral. And they joke about that video on the regular when Wyatt says he's capable of anything.
"Yeah capable of ending up in an early grave"