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    Ilya was only a few strides behind Shane on the ice.

    He clocked the angle before the hit even landed; Marlow coming in too hot, too fast, shoulder high. Shane turned and slowed at the wrong moment, skates clipping, balance gone.

    Impact.

    The sound carried oddly through the arena, duller than boards, sharper than ice. Shane went down hard, helmet skidding, body twisting. And then it all happened at once. Skates tangled. Marlow stumbled over him as he fell, too. A skate’s blade flashed too close, too sharp.

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    Shane's injuries during the Boston/Montreal game are much more life-threatening than in canon. Ilya's quick thinking and bone-deep instincts are the only reason he survives.

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    27 Jun 2026

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    They sat in silence for a few seconds and watched the surf rolling in and out, in and out. Shane eased one knee up and rested his arm across it, watching Ilya out of the corner of his eye with infinite patience.

    “You wanna talk about it?” he asked, voice soft enough that the wind almost stole it.

    He did want to talk. His chest was full of words. Too full. But the idea of opening all that up? Of watching Shane recoil, or worse, watching him care? It was unbearable. The thought of being comforted by Shane, of feeling that warmth and knowing he couldn’t keep it, nearly crushed him.

    Ilya kept his eyes on the water and his jaw tight.

    Shane reached out slowly and carefully and let the tip of one finger trace the outside of Ilya’s forearm. Just a whisper of contact. A question, not a demand.

    Ilya looked at him. Shane gave a small tilt of his hand, beckoning him closer.

    “Come here.”

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    A deviation from the All-Star weekend in Tampa:

    Instead of finding Shane on the bench, it’s Ilya alone with his ghosts and falling apart in ways he never lets anyone see.

    Until Shane sits beside him.

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    27 Jun 2026

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    “The twins are having some big feelings about being disappointed,” Jackie explained. “We tried to get tickets for Taylor Swift in Toronto next year. But Ticketmaster was… Ticketmaster.”

    “Ah,” Shane said, wincing in immediate sympathy. “Bummer. Aren’t there resale ones, though?”

    Hayden dropped onto the opposite end of the sectional with a beer in hand and snorted.
    “Yeah, for like, the price of a small car. I am not paying that much for a concert.”

    “Why not?” Ilya drawled, turning his head toward Hayden. “You do not have money for resale?”

    Hayden didn’t even look at him. “I have money. I just also have sense.”

    “Ah.” Ilya nodded thoughtfully. “So Montreal paid you so little you must budget carefully. Makes sense. Fifteenth best player on team, yes?”

    “Hey,” Shane said. “Maybe don’t start a fist fight in our living room.”

    Ilya looked up at him, entirely unrepentant.

    “I am helping,” he said. “He says he cannot afford tickets. I am investigating.”

    Hayden scoffed. “You wanna help? You buy them, then.”

    “Okay.” Ilya reached for his phone. “Done."

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    25 Jun 2026

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    “Thank you,” Ilya murmured, “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

    Shane let out a small huff of laughter, ruffling Ilya's hair. “Don’t thank me just yet, you need to go out there with me.”

    Ilya pulled back to look at Shane with a solemn expression, “Shane, if you really have any more surprises for me in the living room, I will sob”

    Shane pursed his lips, “Do you want me to lie?”

    “God,” He said, hiding his face in Shane's neck again. “You are horrible”

     

    or; the fluffy Ilya birthday fic we all deserve

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    25 Jun 2026

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    HARRIS: Shane! Ilya! I need you to sign something for me real quick.

    HOLLANDER: Uh— is this about the Centaur’s donation to the Canadian Cancer Society because I thought that came from the organisation not us— why are you recording us?

    HARRIS: No, no, not about the donation. I just have some fans who would like some photos of you signed.

    ROZANOV, suspiciously: What for?

    or harris drover conducts psychological warfare on the ottawa centaurs for the sake of social media by making them sign old photos of themselves

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