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    And yeah, Shane knew that Ilya hadn’t been okay last time he was in Russia, but Ilya had had the very real excuse of a funeral to blame things on. Ilya had downplayed it as much as he could, and Shane hadn’t been there, he’d heard the fatigue and he’d seen Ilya’s tired smile, but he hadn’t felt the way Ilya’s hands were cold the entire time he was there, hadn’t seen through the screen the way Ilya dropped eight pounds in three weeks, hadn’t kept time when there were twenty hours in Ilya’s day instead of something closer to sixteen. Or, on the flip side, for the week or two after, when there had been approximately ten conscious hours in a day.

    It was one thing to see something. It was another to feel it in your hands.

    Ilya and Shane are so, so happy for their first year married. They’re playing in Ottawa together, they’re fucking winning, they’re together and out.

    So now, after a year, Ilya should be fine. He should be great. He should not be flinching at small noises or nearly punching people off the clock or feeling like he’s drowning whenever he’s not on the ice.

    Or: Ilya Rozanov, meet your PTSD.

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    18 Jul 2026

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    Ilya has a momentary flashback to the burn of vodka going down his throat as he chugged it right from the Stanley Cup, as he wished that Shane could’ve been there, that they could be together—and then the flashback ends, right as Ilya thinks he might actually be remembering something important. Whatever. He’s got Shane Hollander cuddling him, somehow. Maybe when he wakes up he won't be whatever the hell an "omega" is and he’ll be back in his own bed, which would be nice, but he’ll miss having Hollander here.

    Ilya Rozanov makes a stupid wish about having a family with Shane Hollander, and unfortunately, the Stanley Cup grants it.

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    10 Jul 2026

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    Sometimes Ilya sees Shane and all he wants to do is bite him. Not in a sexy way, although that comes and goes, too, but in a way that scares him. It’s big, how badly Ilya wants to sink his teeth into his boyfriend, shake. He wants to be tucked in Shane’s chest, all the way under his ribs, like somehow by devouring him Ilya is the one who will get to crawl inside him and live there. 

    Most of the time Ilya can divert this urge of his. He’ll suck marks down Shane’s neck and that will be enough, or he’ll bring Shane a snack and watch him eat it, the way his throat bobs as he swallows. But there’s something about today that makes it so when Ilya walks by Shane on the couch, he just knows none of that will work this time.

    (what do you do when you love your boyfriend so bad it physically hurts you??? oh you crawl under his sweatshirt to live there)

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    10 Jun 2026

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    What if there was more to Shane’s dieting than just performance?
    What if Shane didn’t trip in game seven?
    What if it was so much worse?

    This story commences from game seven of The Long Game.

    I've borrowed Rachel Reid's characters and busted their balls a bit.
    Nothing but respect to Rachel. I'm just blowing off steam.

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    03 Jun 2026

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    Cardiac tamponade: pressure on that heart that prevents it from filling and beating adequately.

    Shane thought he knew two things: his move to Ottawa would cause chaos, and that the Ottawa Centaurs were nice.

    As it turned out, he only knew one of those things.

    (Or: the Cens are still a team of professional hockey players. They're going to fuck up.)

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    14 May 2026