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    And then, the unimaginable happens.

    Aventurine, his roommate, the man he only occasionally speaks to for more than minutes at a time, leans over in their shared bed, and kisses him. A brief peck, leaving Veritas no time to react and his world spinning.

    "Wait." He says firmly, giving his roommate pause. "Why did you do that?"

    Aventurine snorts, and his lips twitch like he's trying not to smile. "You told me you love me. You don't remember?"

    The air knocks itself out of Veritas' lungs. "I…I what?"

    The countdown to one Veritas Ratio telling his roommate that he loves him, and the days after.

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    11 Feb 2026

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    "You have to come to the locker room. Now."

    Shane frowns. Holds up his notebook. "I'm busy."

    "Forget that, man. It's all over the news. Ilya Rozanov has just defected from the Soviet Union."

    Red Army superstar Ilya Rozanov defects from the Soviet Union. A Cold War-era hockey au

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    30 Jan 2026

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    fucking amazing

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    Rozanov cocked his head. “You speak Russian? Or just the curse words?”

    “Yes, I speak Russian,” he snapped, defensive and angry. He knew that it had been a mistake to even try to be friendly with Rozanov. “Why? Do I not look Russian to you?” He scoffed.

    “No, not really,” Rozanov said. Some of his teammates laughed, although they mostly looked surprised that Shane was speaking to them at all. Rozanov didn’t laugh, though. “Are you Russian?”

    “Go fuck yourself.”

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    Despite an inauspicious start, when Russia’s Ilya Rozanov learns that Canada’s Shane Hollander is fluent in Russian at their first World Junior Championships tournament, it changes everything and sets them on a different course. Instead of being branded as rivals from the very beginning, Ilya and Shane start off as friends.

    And, after all, a little friendly rivalry never hurt anyone, did it?

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    28 Jan 2026

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    His entire body felt tense as the door was pushed open. He trained his eyes on the floor, monologuing before he could stop himself,

    “Just so you know, my buddies paid for this dance for me and I’m sure you’re very nice and very pretty and good at what you do but I’m actually gay so you can just- Do what you need to do but I don’t want you to be offended because I’m not as into this as you’re probably…usually…used to…”

    He trailed away as he looked up, and met the eyes of the very tall, very broad, very handsome man leaning against the doorframe.

    They stared at each other, and Shane blinked, struck dumb.

    Or, the night of JJ's bachelor party, Shane is forced into a lap dance he very much does not want. Until he does, and everything changes.

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    26 Jan 2026

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    Finally, Orym speaks. A hushed confession, not trembling but not quite steady either. “I feel so tired, Dorian.”

    A few months ago, Dorian would not have understood. Would have tried. Would have known, at least, that Orym does not mean that he’d like to sleep. Now he knows more than that. Knows it is a physical exhaustion tied to something heavier, more whole. Bone deep in the sense that the marrow is where love lives, achy in the sense that the marrow is where loss lives, too.

    Tired from the restlessness of trying to fill something that will always be hollowed.

    His answer now is the same as it would have been then. “Rest awhile,” he murmurs. “I’ll carry it for you.”


    How does one lay down a sword? How does one forgive the unforgiveable? How does one love things that are bound to leave? Orym is meant to have the answers and he doesn’t. Dorian won’t ask him the questions, anyways.

    The days after were easy but the year after aches. They face it together, just the same.

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