Fishy_Fish_Fizz



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    They’re only standing like that for about a minute, if even, when Hollander decides to make conversation, “So, uh, are your parents here with you?”

    Ilya just nods. His mom is here with him, of course she is. She wouldn’t want to be anywhere else and Ilya doesn’t think he appreciates her enough for that, but he tries. As best as he can, at least.

    “That’s nice, mine are too,” Hollander says quietly with a smile and they fall back into that earlier silence, listening just to those same sounds.

    Skates on ice.

    Sticks hitting pucks.

    Each other’s breathing.

    After a few minutes, Hollander awkwardly clears his throat and takes a step back, “Anyway, uh, I should probably go. My parents, they’re waiting on me, but um…” He trails off and Ilya notices the hesitation in his voice before he takes his hand out of his pocket and holds it out to Ilya again, smiling, “good luck in the tournament.”

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    OR, Grigori is the one to die when Ilya is 12, Irina lives, and this fic is how that's changed the plot.

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    06 Jan 2026