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    "What was she like?" He says it in a whisper, a kiss pressed against Ilya's skull when Hayden isn't looking. His hair stinks of alcohol and sick but Shane does it anyway.

    "Mama?" Ilya pulls back, swaying slightly as he looks up at Shane.

    "Yeah."

    "She..." He blinks, dazed. "Kind."

    Shane brushes the damp curls out of Ilya's face once more, praying Hayden's back is still turned as he leans into the touch. "What else?"

    "She..." he pauses again, blinking as if the action will bring the words back to his mouth. "She would have loved you."
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    Or: Ilya gets spiked while out clubbing, and who else would he call but Shane Hollander
    ft a very confused Hayden, Scott, Svetlana, and the Admirals team medic

    (oh, and it's the anniversary of his mothers death)

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    21 Feb 2026

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    Shane really isn't looking for a relationship, which is why having Ilya around is nice. No strings attached, only great sex. It's a win all around.

    The only problem is that Ilya is way, way too nice to Shane's stupid cat.

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    20 Feb 2026

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    “He was fucking all over you,” Shane growls, fire raging at a very specific point in his chest now.

    Ilya’s amused smile is fucking diesel.

    “You jealous, Hollander?”

    Shane scoffs, which isn’t much of a helpful response. So instead, he catches Ilya by surprise and shoves him against the wall, choosing his words carefully.

    “I’m not jealous, because I know exactly who you belong to. But do you?”

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    15 Feb 2026

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    At that moment, Ilya knew he was hallucinating, and that he’d hit his head a lot harder than he thought.

    Because here was Shane fucking Hollander— in his fucking kitchen, wearing his fucking clothes. He was making borscht.

    “What the fuck,” Ilya croaked.

    (Ilya takes a rough hit. Shane is there to take care of him.)

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    12 Feb 2026

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    “Ilya Rozanov,” Shane repeats slowly, letting himself taste the words. He grins. “Wow. You’re, like, a really good player. How come you’re in Canada for summer camp? Is that weird to ask? Sorry if that’s weird. I just meant-”

    Shane is cut off by a hand on his mouth. He flushes.

    “Too fast,” Ilya says. “My English… not good.”

    “Sorry,” Shane mumbles into Ilya’s hand. Ilya grins and shakes his head, curls dancing, as he pulls his hand away.

    “Is okay. Slow words. Okay?”

    This year marks thirteen year Shane Hollander's third summer at Coach Marakov's elite hockey training camp. In attendance for the first time: Ilya Rozanov, visiting from Russia. Shane isn't the most sociable, and Ilya's English isn't the greatest, yet the unlikely duo soon become the best of friends.

    It's just one summer, but it makes a world of difference.

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    10 Feb 2026