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    [Inside the Ottawa Centaurs’ locker room, Harris Drover attaches a microphone to Shane Hollander’s shirt as Ilya Rozanov sits next to him at a table. The two prepare to share the contents of their backpacks, which sit on the table in front of them]

    Shane: I thought when people did these interviews, they got to like, pick what’s in their bag beforehand. It’s not usually a spontaneous thing, is it?

    Ilya: How would you know this?

    Shane: I watched one that Rose did. 

    Ilya: Oh, of course you watched Rose doing one of these videos. Did she have a framed photo of you in her bag so she could gush about how much you love each other?

    Shane: Do I seriously need to remind you that I chose to marry you, and that we live and work together, and Rose is just my friend I see like twice a year?

    Ilya: Yes. 

    Shane: Are you sure you want to do this with us, Harris? 

    Harris: I can’t help that the people love you. Besides, I’ve convinced myself this will be fun. 

    Shane: That’s not very comforting. 

    Harris: Neither is the look on Ilya’s face that’s telling me I will definitely come to regret this, but that’s the job!

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    Shane: So, what is this we’re doing again? 

    Harris: It’s called 36 Questions That Lead to Love. They’re questions that a psychologist developed back in the nineties that are supposed to help couples move past the awkward stage and get more personal. It’ll be fun!

    Shane: You always say that it’ll be fun, and I don’t think it ever ends up being much fun. 

    Ilya: I always have fun. I do not know what your problem is. 

    [Harris lets out his signature booming laugh, and Ilya grins widely.]

    Harris: You maybe have a little too much fun. 

    Ilya: There is no such thing. 

    Shane: But what’s the point of the questions if we’re already in love? Like, we’re married. You were there when it happened.

    Harris: Yes, but they can help you deepen your connection, and it makes for good content. People love your love. 

    Ilya: I think we had a pretty deep connection last night, am I right?

    [Ilya holds his hand up for a high-five from Shane, but Shane only glares, and Harris looks slightly horrified. Ilya looks back expectantly, but when Shane doesn’t move, Ilya high-fives himself. With the sound of the clap, the screen goes black.]

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    “Ilya, what are we gonna do?” Shane says.

    Ilya finishes whatever he has been doing on his phone, and tosses it gently to the bed beside him. He crosses the room to Shane, stands in front of him, squeezes into his shoulders with his big hands, rubbing them like he means to warm them up.

    “Looks like we will have a little vacation,” he says, with a big obnoxious grin.

     


     

    Boston and Montreal are sent to Paris to play against each other in an exhibition series in January 2017. Ilya and Shane decide to stay in Paris for one more night. Just one more night, so they can talk. Maybe finally understand each other.

    They aren't expecting a volcano to erupt in Iceland and close all the airspace in Europe, leaving them stranded there. Together.

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    29 Jun 2026

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    "Why are you not scared?"

    "I am scared," Ilya admits. "I just am tired. Of hiding me. Of hiding you. Of hiding how much I love you. I want to go to the rink— how do you say it? Authenti."

    "Authentically," Shane supplies, automatically.

    "Yes. Authentically. I want to go to the rink authentically, as me," Ilya confirms.

    Ilya looks at Shane, pauses until Shane meets his eyes. "I want to say: I, Ilya Rozanov, love a man, and that man's name is Shane Hollander."

     

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    Or, sometimes it takes a little more time, and some courage, to be with the one you love.

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    Pride Night was supposed to be the easy part.

    Then Dallas Kent showed up, Troy Barrett threw the first punch, Ilya Rozanov stopped the fight, and Ottawa won a game nobody felt much like celebrating.

    By morning, Dallas was in custody, Ilya was in hospital, and the internet had decided everyone knew exactly what had happened.

    A week later, injured, furious, and barely holding himself together, Ilya tries to get back to hockey.

    Instead, he gets a camera.

    One soft question.

    One honest answer.

    “My boyfriend.”

    It is the truth.

    It is also the one thing he and Shane were supposed to choose together.

    Based on a Reddit fic prompt by u/backtothefuture2028.

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