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    Both of them are there the next time Shane wakes up about an hour later, and this time he opens his eyes, rasps Mom?

    The room fills quickly, a flurry of nurses coming to check vitals and adjust his IV, the doctor stepping in to conduct all of the mandatory concussion protocol. Shane grunts and groans every time he has to move his sore body but otherwise complies as he always does, sitting through the basic questions and the light shining in his eyes. He’s up just long enough to finish those and to get something in him to eat, and just after Yuna and David both manage to sneak in tearful, relieved hugs, he’s slipping back into sleep once again. 

    Normal, they keep saying. This is all perfectly normal.

    But there’s something, Yuna thinks—something here that she’s missing. 

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    11 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 37

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    “I fell through the ice, one time,” Ilya murmured, “Skating on a lake. Playing hockey.”

    ”Oh, shit. Really?”

    ”Mhm.” Ilya nodded. He had never spoken about this to anyone. Ever. “It was maybe a few months after my mother died. Skating outside was very normal in the winter.”

    ”Pond hockey,” Shane said, and Ilya could feel him smiling softly against his chest. He imagined a teeny tiny Shane in his teeny tiny hockey gear, skating out onto a big Canadian lake. No wonder he grew up to be such a hockey machine. 

    “Yes. Exactly. Coach thought the ice was thick enough, but…” 

    But it wasn’t goes unsaid. He’d never spoken about this to anyone because frankly, he was embarrassed. Not for falling in, but for still being so fucking affected by it. Of course, it was terrifying at the time. What kind of twelve year old is equipped for that? 

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    11 Feb 2026

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    “Why are you calling me?” Hayden asks as he answers the phone. His confusion is clear from his tone.

    “Because I need to talk to you,” Rozanov answers, his tone odd. “Are you always confused when you get a call?”

    “No, you’re special,” Hayden replies without a beat. “What’s going on? Do you want me to give the phone to-”

    Rozanov cuts him off before Hayden can say Shane’s name.

    “No!"

    -.-.-

    Ilya gets into a car accident and calls Hayden, so Hayden can be there for Shane when Ilya calls him to let him know.

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    10 Feb 2026

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    Jackie Pike broke the quiet, declaring, “I know what we should do next. Never have I ever!”

    Ilya felt Shane sit up a little straighter. Of course Shane could never say no to a game.

    OR

    **Post-THE LONG GAME/Spoilers for Book 6: The Long Game**

    Jackie, Hayden, Troy, and Harris join Ilya and Shane at the cottage for a weekend of games, drinking and fun the summer before Shane joins the Centaurs. TMI about Shane and Ilya's sex life is the result. Obviously.

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    10 Feb 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 7

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    A conversation at a bar forces Troy's old wounds to re-open. Harris has to work late on set.
    Is he cheating? No... no probably not.
    But would Harris leave Troy?
    Troy doesn't know. T
    roy spirals, then he does the only thing he knows how to do: he tries to implode the relationship before Harris can walk out on him. Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, they're all here.

     

    OR - Troy goes on an Adria De La Cruz style cheating spiral when Harris has to work late. (No cheating between Troy & Harris, obiously).

    NO AI OBVIOUSLY
    (also no beta, but I digress)

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    09 Feb 2026

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    It's Troy and Harris's one year anniversary. Harris, for the most part, is loud and confident. He is until he's not. Rumors and whispers can only exist so long before they start to drag Harris down. He's on a self-worth insecurity spiral at the most perfect anniversary dinner. Harris's gift pales in comparisson to what Troy has done, so Harris offers a night to Troy to be with another man. (NO CHEATING

    Troy doesn't understand. He thinks the criticism is all about him. He accepts that.

    Until he doesn't. And sometimes, when words of affirmation don't work to convey a point, blow jobs do.

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    09 Feb 2026

  7. Public Bookmark 73

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    “Oh, hi, Ilya,” Harris said pleasantly when Ilya tapped on the doorframe of his office. He was smiling and sipping a coffee. He didn’t look like someone that was willfully breaking his boyfriend’s heart.

    Ilya had considered—back when they’d all thought that Troy was an asshole, if one that was at least attempting to reform—that he should make sure Troy knew to be careful with Harris’s heart. He’d never thought he’d need to make sure Harris was careful with Troy’s. “Harris,” Ilya said, “why did you tell Troy you wanted to see other people?”

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    09 Feb 2026

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    Shane Hollander is perfect. He has to be. Or maybe he's just never had the right people to rely on.

     

    Aka Five times Shane Hollander-Rozanov was perfect plus the one time he didn’t have to be.

    Ft. post-long game Centaurs, wildly unrealistic hockey, trivia night, karaoke, a saucy photoshoot, the Olympics, and Shane learning to accept help from the people he loves.

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    09 Feb 2026

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    Shane’s season comes to an end after an accidental trip leads to Ilya’s winning goal. Having been previously outed, his teams reaction isn’t great. All he wants to do is go to sleep so he can finally see Ilya tomorrow. There is a bad reaction though to the medication, and Shane ends up in the hospital. Now he has to convince everyone that he is going to be okay. By doing so he learns who and what is important to him, and when it is time to move on.

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    07 Feb 2026

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    Shane made it back to the living room right as he clicked on Ilya’s contact, placing the phone against his ear and practically collapsing back onto the couch as the line rang.

    “Come on, come on, pick up, pick up, pick up,” he begged under his breath.

    Hayden watched him with silent concern.

    There was a beep over the phone, “Hi, this is Ilya; I will never listen to your voicemail.”

    Shane hung up and checked the time. It was barely early evening in Moscow; Ilya should’ve answered.

    He hit the call button again. This time, the beep was practically immediate.

    “Hi, this is Ilya-”

    He called again.

    “Hi, this is-”

    Shane hung up and buried his head in his hands. This couldn’t be happening.

    or

    Ilya is in Russia, instead of in bed next to Shane, when the FanMail video makes it to Twitter. The days that follow are filled with waiting, fear, running, and hope as both of them fight different battles, but with the same goal in mind: to be able to keep loving each other for years to come.

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    07 Feb 2026

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    “I did something stupid,” Shane confesses, inhaling rapidly. He's still crying, still frozen in the doorway, besides his hitching chest and watering eyes. Hayden's never seen him like this, overtaken with emotion, bitter exhaustion in his voice. He makes a soft choked noise, and Hayden immediately wants to kill something, whatever it is that's making him feel so awful. “I—Hayds—you're gonna hate me—”

    “No,” Hayden says before he can even finish the thought, almost hurt by the accusation. “No way. You're—I wouldn't. I won't.”

    Shane sniffs, offering him a sad smile, his eyes watery and solemn. It's an unfamiliar look, burnt through with sorrow and twisting doubt, sharp worry in the furrow of his brow. “You are,” he says, soft and certain. “I do, and I'm the one who's doing it.”

    OR: Shane returns to the hotel room, post-tuna melt. Hayden spirals.

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    06 Feb 2026

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    “Holy shit! Have you all seen this?!” He yelled out with glee, breaking through the noise of the locker room. Several heads turned to look in his direction. Cameau’s eyes were glued to his phone, and he had an almost manic smile on his face. He continued to swipe down his screen and let out a booming laugh. Hayden caught Shane’s eye and raised his eyebrows in question to gauge whether or not Shane knew what had Cameau so fucking happy. Shane just shrugged and rolled his eyes. 

    “Are you going to tell us what you’re looking at or just keep laughing like an asshole?” Mitty piped back as he zipped up his bag and threw it over his shoulder. Drapeau walked over to Comeau to glance over his shoulder at this phone, and his eyes almost comically bugged out. He let out a sharp laugh. 

    “Who would have thought Rozanov was a fucking faggot!” Drapeau exclaimed as he threw his head back. 

    Shane felt like his heart stopped. The air was suddenly thicker. His vision blurred. He was pretty sure he was about to pass out. 

     

    Or, ghosts from Ilya's past make Shane realize he was always going to risk it all for the other man.

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    06 Feb 2026

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    "Yeah, um. Thanks, I guess." Hollander's reply was vacant, and Ilya moved to gather his clothes and pull his boxers on, taking care to keep his movements smooth and casual. He had to get away. Now. Before he did or said something unfortunate.

    One word from Hollander, naked on the edge of the bed, derailed his plans.

    "Wait," Hollander pleaded, and there was something undeniably vulnerable in his voice.

    Ilya hesitated immediately, turned back to the bed. "Hollander?"

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    Hotel room 1822 in Montreal, February 2011. What if Ilya did stay a little longer?

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    05 Feb 2026

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    The doorbell rings just as Shane is finishing brushing his teeth – the first thing they rose to do, because he wants to kiss Ilya good morning – and he and Ilya exchange a confused look in the bathroom mirror. It's barely dawn, and Ilya's curls are adorably tousled from sleep as he scratches his ribs lazily, toothbrush dangling from the corner of his mouth. 

    Shane hesitates, then rinses his toothpaste out and runs a hand through his hair. "Fuck, it's probably anti-doping."

    No one else would be here at this hour – unless it's an emergency.

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    05 Feb 2026

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    “Hollander - we are too old to be playing pryatky” he tried again, dropping his bags by the hallway and turning the corner from the hall. “If your shoulder is okay, I have not had you in two weeks, and I -”

    Ilya stopped cold halfway into the kitchen.

    Across the marbled counter, a glass of ice water sat, half drunk and gathering condensation.

    Next to it, a bright orange pill bottle, the cap popped off.

    And on the black tiled floor, partially hidden behind the island, Shane lay crumpled and motionless.

    *****
    or, Shane is injured during a Bears/Metro game, again. Rotten luck, but at least Ilya is around this time to take care of him. Until he finds Shane on the kitchen floor.

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    05 Feb 2026

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    “I had a six-thirty alarm,” he says, breath coming faster. “My flight to Columbus—”

    He stops.

    His pocket is empty.

    He pats the bed. The floor. The nightstand.

    “My phone,” he says, dread pooling low in his stomach.

    Ilya sits up fully now. “You don’t have it?”

    “I left it on the beach,” Shane says faintly.

    The implications hit all at once.

    He’s missed his flight.

    And somewhere, buried in the sand in Tampa, his phone is still silent and unlocked.

    ___________

    For years, Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov have lived in the narrow space between rivalry and want, heated, familiar, and deliberately unnamed. The rules are simple: keep it quiet, keep it temporary, don’t let it become real.

    But grief has a way of loosening control. Desire has a way of asking for more. And when private moments are dragged into the open, both men are forced to confront what secrecy has protected, and what it’s been costing them all along.

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    05 Feb 2026

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    Shane didn't know what he should say, what he could say. They hadn't talked since that night, hadn't been in contact much. Which at first hadn't worried Shane. It wasn't unusual for them to go longer periods of time without contact, and especially with the Olympics looming so close, with them both being chosen for their teams, it had only seemed logical to focus on their duties. He hadn't worried. Had lived in that blissful state of finally knowing what it felt like to be taken, of sharing the arguably most intimate part of himself with someone he trusted. Knew he could trust. Thought he could trust.

    OR: What happened during those 6 months when Ilya ignored Shane? How did that time change things for Shane?

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    03 Feb 2026

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    The noise must have been loud enough to reach Shane too, because he turned his head, his eyes just slitted and open enough to find Ilya’s despite the trainer’s warning to keep still. Ilya’s breath caught. Shane—his Shane—looked so scared, with tears running down his face and mingling with all the blood.

    His mouth moved. It was more unintelligible sounds, really just a breath of air, but for the first time Ilya saw it. He knew those syllables, he had seen them pass through Shane’s lips only once before, on a night he would never forget.

    "Ilya."

    or, a reimagining of Shane’s injury during the Montreal vs. Boston game in 2017, except this time it’s a little messier, a little bloodier, and much, much worse.

    Oh, and Ilya loses his mind.

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    02 Feb 2026

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    “I get kind of–” Shane makes a little whining noise in the back of his throat, tips his head toward the ceiling for a moment before looking back at Ilya. “I hate those fucking press conferences. I hate them, Roz, and sometimes it just feels like too much and I can’t–” One hand goes up to run through his hair, already a little mussed, and Shane gives it a slight tug, making a frustrated noise that Ilya hasn’t heard before.

    And Ilya decides that’s enough.

    - or, a post-game press conference makes shane hit his breaking point. ilya goes after him. 

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    02 Feb 2026

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    CLIFF: I think my rookie may be one of yours.
    ILYA: Russian?
    CLIFF: No, dumbass. Gay.

    Marlow accidently helps Ilya add to his collection of hockey queers.

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    02 Feb 2026

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