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  1. Public Bookmark 42

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    His fingers move steadily as he smooths the front of the shirt, as he adjusts the cuffs, as he forces himself to stand still long enough to look presentable, and it's all because Shane asked him to, because it’s a special day.

    And because anything Shane asks, Ilya will do, even now.

    Even after all this time.

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    20 Apr 2026

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    This one hurts so good.

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    Shane lifts one eyelid again to look at Rozanov. His eyes are red-rimmed. Like he’s been crying. “Why…why aren’t you in Boston?”

    Rozanov’s brow furrows. “Why would I be in Boston?”

    “You, you’re captain. Raiders. Boston.”

    The room is silent except for the beeping of monitors.

    In 2023, Shane takes a bad hit on the ice. When he wakes up, the last thing he remembers is a tuna melt.

    There’s a lot to get used to.

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    20 Apr 2026

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    I rarely ever will read an amnesia fic but this one got me hooked from the beginning. Fiction doesn’t necessarily require realism but how “real” this fic is elevates the whole reading experience. Every character is incredibly in-character and it is very easy to immerse yourself in the world developed by the writer. 11/10 rating on this fic, easily.

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    “They're cute.”

    “Excuse me, Mr. Hollander?”

    “Your eyes... your eyes look like my husband's.” Shane grimaced. “His are much prettier, obviously.”

    When a very drunk and very sore Shane meets a firefighter from 118 who reminds him a lot of his husband and praises his eyes while Ilya tries to act like he's not dying of jealousy.

    Or, your favorite firefighters in Los Angeles meet your favorite hockey players.

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    04 Apr 2026

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    Crossover with my faves 🥺❤️

  4. Public Bookmark 21

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    Ilya looks up from the chessboard and catches Shane staring.

    Ilya winks. Shane averts his eyes. Ilya moves his bishop and says, “Check.”
    Three moves later and he’s won.

    “Good game,” Shane says stiffly. His face feels hot. His heart is pounding.

    “Hah! Very good game! Yes!” Ilya bounces in his chair, his smile as wide and triumphant as if he’d just won the War. “What do I get?”

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    18 Mar 2026

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    Historical AU. Brilliantly written and amazing concept.

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    “-moya rybka, I am sorry, sweet girl-” Ilya is saying, on his knees in the middle of their living room and patting the rug near him with what looks like devastation on his face as Anya continues to ignore him, curled up on Shane’s lap instead. Fresh off of several stacked events to fit them into a weekend–because Shane’s mom is nothing if not efficient when it comes to the deals she makes–Ilya got home only a few minutes ago, still in the outfit he’d left his Buzzfeed puppy interview in, which Anya had clearly not appreciated, sniffing him suspiciously after her initial excited greeting and then retreating to Shane immediately when he patted his thigh in welcome.

    Shane is trying not to be obviously enjoying Ilya’s turmoil as much as he is, shifting Anya to lay on her back like a baby in one arm and cooing at her.

    “I know, huh? Papa left and played with who knows how many other dogs, and the whole time you were here missing him. I bet he wasn’t even thinking about you, huh?”

    “Hollander!” Ilya says, sounding scandalized. “Do not tell her that! Is not true!”

    (collection of standalone fics/ficlets prompted by my own tumblr posts) (will update as inspiration strikes)

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    24 Mar 2026

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    Chapter 4 is everything and more.