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    Ilya is plummeting to his death when he closes his eyes, heart full of regret.

    When he opens them in what feels like just a second later, he is standing outside a rink in Regina, Saskatchewan. There’s a banner on the building across the street:

    World Junior Hockey Championship 2009.

    What?

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    22 Jan 2026

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    Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander have hated each other for three seasons. kind of hate where Ilya hit Shane into the boards so hard his ears rang for a week, and where Shane's smile after blocking Ilya's game-winning shot was the most devastating fuck you either had witnessed.

    So when Ilya shows up at Shane’s apartment at 2am on a Tuesday, barely standing, blood dried at his hairline and his hands shaking so badly he can barely knock, Shane doesn’t understand what to do at first, or why Ilya is here, of all places.

    He opens the door.

    Ilya has a split lip, bruises turning dark across his cheekbone, His eyes are hollow in a way Shane’s never seen them before. He tries so hard to hold himself together, there’s something about seeing him like this. Ilya, who’s never been anything but sharp, mean and untouchable, that makes Shane’s chest feel like it’s ready to cave in.

    “Jesus Christ” Shane breathes. “Ilya-”

    “Didn’t know where else to go.” Ilya’s accent is thicker when he’s barely holding on, all his carefully practiced English slipping. He won’t look at Shane. “I-sorry. This was stupid. I’ll-”

    “Who did this to you.”

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    Ilya let himself soften into it. He’d missed this, the simple camaraderie between teammates. He did feel lonely, but in some ways he felt safer with this team, and Shane had given him that, it was because of Shane that he moved to Ottawa. All the good things in his life curved back to Shane. Looking around, he tried to imagine him here, not Shane Hollander the hockey player, but his Shane, the man who made the darkest rooms feel like home. He felt suddenly certain that they would welcome him with love and respect. And, God help him, he was still hoping like an idiot that Shane would walk through the door.

    Ilya tightened his grip on his roasting stick, jaw set, trying to divert his thoughts back to the present, when a ripple went through the group. Conversation dipped, then stopped completely.

    “Um… what the fuck,” Dillon muttered, eyes flicking toward the house. “Is that Shane Hollander?”

    Or Shane decides to go get his man after seeing Ilya’s instagram post in Chap.23 of TLG.

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