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    “Is Boston even interested.”

    Ilya scoffs at him like Shane is an idiot.

    “Is sky blue? Is water wet? Is English stupid language? Yes, Hollander, of course we want best player in the league.” Ilya mutters more in disgruntled Russian and Shane gets up off the couch to Google Russian lessons on his ipad while continuing their conversation.

     

    Or, a Shane goes to Boston story.

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    12 Apr 2026

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    Fuck! In the best way possible

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    2014: Ilya Rozanov shocks the world and breaks Shane Hollander’s heart by disappearing without explanation, and without a goodbye kiss.

    2024: A devastating injury forces Shane to retire early, so he moves to a small town to coach girls hockey and figure out what the hell to do with the rest of his life.

    When recently divorced Ilya Rozanov walks into the rink with his twin girls, Shane has to decide if he’s brave enough to risk a second chance on a broken heart, and a rekindled romance with the first and only boy he ever loved.

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    “So.” Ilya cleared his throat. “Should we tell the girls their Papa and their coach used to date?”

    “We didn’t date. We hooked up a few times, then you disappeared.” Shane looked away to hide his heartbreak as he lied, “It doesn’t even matter. It’s not like I loved you or anything.”

    “No, of course not.” Ilya tried to smile through a lie of his own, “I didn’t love you either.”

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    08 Apr 2026

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    ugh this fic makes my stomach hurt, I'm so sad for the boys

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    “Do you know where you are?”
    “The hospital. Did I fall on the ice?”
    “Something like that. Can you tell me the last thing you remember?”
    Shane goes quiet, trying to bring up any clear memory. He gets flashes of things. Hands on his waist, speeding down the ice with a smile on his face, lips trailing down his neck, cheers and screams from the crowd, his parents sitting across from him at their kitchen table, falling asleep listening to the sound of a heart beating.
    “Shane?”
    “Sorry, I can’t- There’s lots of little pieces. But I can’t think clearly through this headache.”
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    Shane gets hit. Hard. He doesn't know what year it is, why he's in the hospital, or who the man in the corner with the pretty hair is. His parents are keeping things from him, but this kind stranger (?) starts filling in little details that Shane wishes he remembered.
    And then he accidentally sees the video.

    aka shane gets amnesia and can't remember his husband or his team or really... anything. angst, anxiety, and falling back in love ensue <3

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    05 Apr 2026

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    Aww (both in cuteness and in crying)

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    This is a love letter to the all the millenials like me who played it too careful and forgot to enjoy our youth. Shane and Ilya, enjoy it for me, do good. Fuck it good, fuck it right. Life is too short to live it scared.

    The arena is too loud.
    That’s the first thing Shane notices; not the ice, not the lights, not the jersey on his shoulders that suddenly feels wrong in a way he can’t articulate. The sound hits him like pressure, like something physical, a wall of noise that vibrates in his chest.
    He’s already bent over for the faceoff when it hits him- skates set, stick down, weight forward. His body is exactly where it’s supposed to be even if his brain is still skidding uselessly, trying to catch traction.
    There’s only a split second before the puck drops.
    It stretches.
    He lifts his eyes.
    Ilya.
    Young. So fucking young. Is he dreaming? Not worn by years of hockey, travel, interviews and losses and victories that stack so high they blur together. He’s young again; sharp boned, bright eyed, unable to grow a beard to save his life. Bears black and gold instead of Centaurs red. 'If I look down am I going to be pantsless too?' He thought absently, no way this was real... right?

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    04 Apr 2026

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    -pterodactyl screech- this might be my favorite travel back in time fic yet

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    “How can Montreal be snowed in?” Ilya asks. “They are not ready for winter?”

    “It’s Montreal, man,” Marleau snickers, like that's an explanation.

    Ilya’s phone buzzes.

    Jane- 9:44 a.m.- Look on the bright side. If you’re stuck another day, you can come back here.

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    After Ilya leaves Shane’s apartment for the first time, he knows he’s on thin ice and at risk of falling into more serious feelings. He’s ready to put distance back between them.

    A Montreal blizzard has other ideas.

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    02 Apr 2026

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    ~screams one short burst of sound~ any ways as I was saying, its really good.