Ask Game: Little Russian Boy 👀🩷
Why hello there friend, so happy that you're asking about this one because I can't wait for it to hit the interwebs. As soon as @justahorsewithnoname fixes their tenses, that is. I am a very exacting beta in that regard... not really, though 😜😜😂😂
Let's get to it, shall we?
Summary: At 12 years old, Shane demanded he be allowed to go in for a week's international exchange for hockey wunderkinder. Whilst Yuna didn't want her baby to go - he'd long outgrown her motherly fretting - so she said yes. And so, that’s how Yuna found herself in the airport being handed a Russian-English dictionary and one Ilya Rozanov.
Snippet: She opened her Filofax to check over her appointments for that week. Yuna was thankful there weren't many there. However, the laundry list of errands she could get done was annoyingly long. There wouldn't be much downtime when her baby was away. Scanning down the checklist, she sighed. She hated those stupid little tasks that always slipped through her day-to-day schedule. Shane was so fixated on his routines she sometimes wondered how he coped with the ever-changing nature of hockey. She said a small prayer that the family he was staying with would cope with his Québécois and view his little quirks with a fond affection. Yuna needed to distract herself. It was always far too easy to worry about Shane. Instead she wondered about the child she’d be taking home with her. It was the first year of ‘The International Under 15s Prospect Exchange’ and the program’s organisation had been diabolical. She would have pulled Shane from the program weeks ago, but he had scrunched his face- just so- and she knew she would have lost that fight before it had even started. Instead, she'd hounded the Centaur’s management until she'd had every cold, hard fact about where and who her son was going to be staying with, down to when the batteries in the smoke alarms were last changed. She wasn't taking any chances. Yuna hadn't been asked any questions from her guest’s family, a cold gap in due diligence. Yuna had only found out the child was Russian when she’d had an English/Russian dictionary plopped into her hands by one of the team this morning whilst she waved her baby off. Her little boy, whose kit bag was almost the same size as him. He hadn't looked back at her once when he walked through the heavy security doors. She tried to compose herself, blinking back the tears that threatened to creep into her eyes again. Focus.
I will be posting about this fic again as soon as it hits Ao3. So keep your eyes peeled 👀👀😍











