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    ~And from your lips, he drew the Hallelujah

    Ilya Rozanov leaves Boston and signs with Ottawa, trying to fight a slow slide into emptiness and find meaning in his life again. Shane Hollander is a lonely, struggling artist who lost his spark. When they meet by chance, they both have to decide what's worth living for.

    Or…Shane never gets the chance to become a pro hockey player, so they meet later in life. Basically, they’re both sad boys, but the healing will be worth it (mostly soft fluff, very low angst). More baggage, fewer hangups.

    ~You see I used to live alone before I knew ya.

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    “So maybe we would have played together,” Ilya said.

    “Yeah. Maybe we would have been rivals,” Shane said, and that got a grin out of him. He couldn’t quite imagine it, but he thought that would have been fun, facing off against Ilya Rozanov. In another life.

    Ilya nodded slowly. “And yet here we are, meeting anyway. Maybe we were meant to.”

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    12 May 2026

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    In 2006, the Hollander family billeted a player to the Ottawa 67s - Ilya Rozanov, a 15 year old Russian Bostonian with a hockey talent to rival Shane's.
    Years later, they’d once again share a team, and a home: Boston College.

    “Why did you choose Boston? It’s not like you couldn’t have gone anywhere else.”
    Shane remembered his surprise at Ilya’s commitment. The college didn’t exactly fit Ilya’s predisposition.
    Ilya looked thoughtful for a second, underneath the tumult.
    “Other than the obvious? I don’t know. I think I just felt like this place was where I was meant to go.”
    Shane understood that.
    Ilya nudged him. "Now you. Why are you here, Canadian boy?”
    The corner of Shane’s lip raised, and he shrugged.
    “I wanted to be more than hockey. At least, for a little while longer.”
    Ilya’s eyes locked on him, and a small smile reset the lines of Ilya’s face. “You couldn’t have done that in Canada?”
    Shane laughed lightly. “Sure, but Canada didn’t have you.”
    Ilya looked down at the ground, and didn’t look back up as he spoke.
    “The NHL didn’t have you.”

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    05 May 2026

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    Shane glanced at his fox, Akane. Still between Rozanov’s legs.

    Dark eyes staring back at him. Akane didn’t have dark eyes. She had hazel eyes, brilliant, multifaceted gems that glimmered playfully in even the dimmest light.

    That was Rozanov’s daemon. Of course it was.

    Rozanov’s daemon was identical to Shane’s. The same body shape. The same small white diamond above the nose. The same deeper red blaze along the spine. But he still should’ve been able to tell it wasn’t Akane.

    Who can’t recognize their own daemon?

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    02 Apr 2026

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    There was nothing standard about Shane and Ilya's relationship, so it really shouldn't have been so surprising that they had their first date over a decade after meeting each other.

    It also shouldn't be surprising that it took roughly five minutes before it turned into a competition.

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    19 Mar 2026

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    “It’s Rozanov, they’re bringing on Rozanov,” he said in a rush.
    For a long moment, Shane couldn’t hear or process anything. The world had narrowed then expanded too fast, like he was falling. At some point Hayden started talking again, but he couldn’t understand him. There was only the darkness overhead and the ringing in his ears.
    “Shane? Shane, you still there?”
    The words filtered through slow and muddy, echoing. Shane’s mouth was dry, his tongue thick, but he managed, “Yeah. I’m here.”
    “Okay. You’re not gonna have a panic attack, right? Cause that would be bad probably, for your head I mean, and I just think—”
    Shane stopped listening again.
    Rozanov was coming to Montreal. He’d be in the same locker room, skating on the same ice, living in the same fucking city.

     

    Three years after Shane broke it off (not that there was anything to break off), he gets a concussion and the Metros bring in Ilya to fill in for him. A breakup and makeup fic inspired by Jane Austen's Persuasion.

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    08 Mar 2026