AU where Thomas Vincent is like Carey Price for the Habs and Anton has a super obvious mancrush.

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(by ‘like Carey Price’ I have interpreted as ‘all the awards/medals’)

By the time Anton lands in Montreal, he hasn’t sorted out how he feels. Shitty, as they say, but that was a given. What he really hasn’t sorted out is how he feels about Vinnie right now, about the gold hanging around his neck, gold they took on Russian soil. Mostly he’s wary of how he’ll react when he sees Vinnie. Vincent. 

Carrying gold home to Canada, him and Pointedexter. The fans will love it.

Anton has no time to adjust. Ten seconds in practice and Vinnie is hopping in, ignoring the slightly sarcastic applause to stick his face in the crook of Anton’s neck. “You’re still my favourite defenceman,” he coos, and then wanders off, and Anton ignores the way the back of his neck feels hot.