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    Shane flushed. They were out, now, and that meant they could engage in some light PDA when they were in public. But they both knew that that came with substantial risks, and that it couldn’t ever be like when they were alone. And in their house, their home, they were completely alone.

    Ilya and Shane have spent their entire adult lives waiting to be alone together.

    Or; five times throughout their relationship that Ilya and Shane were alone together, and one time they weren’t.

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    10 Oct 2026

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    “I fell through the ice, one time,” Ilya murmured, “Skating on a lake. Playing hockey.”

    ”Oh, shit. Really?”

    ”Mhm.” Ilya nodded. He had never spoken about this to anyone. Ever. “It was maybe a few months after my mother died. Skating outside was very normal in the winter.”

    ”Pond hockey,” Shane said, and Ilya could feel him smiling softly against his chest. He imagined a teeny tiny Shane in his teeny tiny hockey gear, skating out onto a big Canadian lake. No wonder he grew up to be such a hockey machine. 

    “Yes. Exactly. Coach thought the ice was thick enough, but…” 

    But it wasn’t goes unsaid. He’d never spoken about this to anyone because frankly, he was embarrassed. Not for falling in, but for still being so fucking affected by it. Of course, it was terrifying at the time. What kind of twelve year old is equipped for that? 

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    10 Oct 2026

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    His mom fills him in, standing with hunched shoulders in a cramped, too-bright hallway at The Ottawa Hospital. An illegal check into the boards; they were worried about a head injury, because Ilya wasn’t moving and he’s usually so, so hard to take down like that. But then his heart stopped, and they had to CPR right there on the ice to bring it back. To bring him back.

    Shane buckles, crouching against the wall with his head in his hands. His mom’s voice is fuzzy above him, her hair tickling his shoulder when she leans down to comfort him. Ilya’s heart fucking stopped. On the ice, in the middle of a game, he died.

    Or: Ilya goes into a coma after an accident on the ice. Shane figures out how to build him a life worth waking up for.

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    10 Oct 2026

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    The look on Shane’s face, even blurry and partially obscured by smoke, confirms everything Ilya had been thinking. He can hear an awful, keening sound, and realises with a shock that it’s coming from him. And fuck, it only serves to make Shane’s face crumple even more.

    I have never been in a plane crash. A singular plane malfunction, in anyone’s lifetime, even someone who flies as much as him, is an anomaly. Two? Two fucking crashes? Those odds aren’t even worth calculating. Almost impossible. 

    He can hear Sveta’s voice in his head, Russian, sweet and warm like the honey tea her mother used to make for him: You don’t need to tempt fate, Ilyusha, she already has such horrid plans for you. 

    Or: The Centaurs’ plane crashes. Again. Shane has to decide what’s worse— Almost dying, or actually surviving.

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    10 Oct 2026

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    Ilya could see the best of David and Yuna in Shane. It was magnificent, to see their love reflected and amplified in his fiance, but it also scared him. Was his own father’s crass disregard, his mother’s sadness, amplified within him the same way?

    Ilya cleared his throat.

    ”I think I was unfair to you yesterday, David. I am sorry.”

    David frowned, still somehow managing to look kind. His oatmeal had long been forgotten, though he’d been scraping his spoon around the bowl in the same way that Shane often did when he was too busy thinking to actually eat.

    “Oh, kiddo. You don’t have anything to say sorry to me for.”

    Or: Ilya tries to navigate love, and love navigates its way back.

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    04 Oct 2026