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    Through the haze of darkness and body heat and drunken partygoers, all Shane could see was Ilya. His eyes were fixed on Shane and Rose: the way she touched him, the way she kissed him, the way they moved together. And the look on Ilya’s face - the agony in his eyes - pierced Shane like a blade through his heart.

    It made him want to peel his skin off; made him feel ashamed for having a body that had been touched by someone other than Ilya.

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    21 Dec 2025

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    He wanted to take it back instantly. Wanted to swallow his name down, down, down, shove it back into his heart where he’s been hiding it for - god - years. He wanted to go back in time a few seconds, to just before the moment when he ruined it all. He’d call him Hollander, instead. He’d whisper something sweet in Russian so Shane would never know - so Ilya could speak his feelings into existence without Shane hearing them.

    He’d do anything at all to fix it.

     

    (Or, Shane leaves. Then he comes back.)

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    14 Dec 2025

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    “Ilya,” Shane whispers. “Ilya, baby, can you open your eyes?”

    He’s met with silence, and the frantic tremor of his heart turns into an earthquake. The ice beneath him seeps into his veins and freezes his blood. Panic claws at his chest, scaling his ribcage like a ladder and lodging in his throat. He can barely breathe around the terror.

    “Ilya, you need to open your eyes. You need to look at me.”

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    13 Dec 2025

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    “Have I ever told you how sexy you are in those glasses?”

    Shane’s nose wrinkles again, creasing his constellations of freckles, and his fingers reach up to touch the black frames.

    “You have. A few times,” Shane mumbles. His cheeks are flushed brilliantly pink, as soft and vibrant as fresh spring roses, and he moves to take the glasses off, but Ilya stills his hand and shakes his head.

    “I think you should leave them on,” Ilya purrs as he leans in and presses a kiss to Shane’s lips, which are parted out of mild confusion. When Ilya pulls back, Shane’s head tilts slightly.

    “But I don’t need them unless I’m reading,” Shane says, his confusion evident in the soft v of his brow and the downturning of his lips. 

    “Shane,” he laughs, with Shane, never at him, and understanding dawns across Shane’s face.

    “Oh. You’re… into this.”

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    OR, Ilya FINALLY fucks Shane with his glasses on.

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    10 Dec 2025

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    “Hey, Hollander, did you see the news about Rozanov?”

    Shane’s head snaps up and he almost gives himself whiplash. It’s deja vu, and it throws him back to that moment last season when Ilya’s father passed and he went MIA. His teammates had speculated, but Shane had known the truth – Ilya’s father had passed and he’d flown back to Russia to take care of family matters.

    “No?” He states simply, because he doesn’t trust his tongue to not betray him. What could Ilya possibly have done that would get him on the news?

    A phone is passed over, and Shane squints against the light and the tiny font of the news article. In big, bold letters the title reads ‘HOCKEY STAR ILYA ROZANOV SEVERELY INJURED IN CAR CRASH.’ It’s accompanied by a generic picture from the Boston news channel, but Shane doesn’t scroll down any further. He can’t. He doesn’t think his brain is capable of any thoughts currently. The phone drops out of his shaking hand and he realizes belatedly that tears are blurring his vision.

    “I gotta go.”

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    OR, Ilya is in a car accident. Shane hurries to be by his side, and outs them in the process. Set during the year Ilya is playing for Boston.

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    10 Dec 2025