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    You are literally drinking my cum, Ilya had thought but hadn't said, as his cock twitched in his pants and a rumble of approval had kickstarted in his chest.

    Shane had blinked, but his scent had gone hazy and mellow, wispy with desire, and Ilya had forgotten to say anything about what the fuck was happening to Shane's coffee at the sweet smell of his slick hitting the air. 

    That morning had been a wash. 

    And so had the next morning, and the next, and now they—but really, it was just him—were months into it, with Shane none the wiser that Ilya has been jerking off into his fucking mugs for almost six months

    OR: Ilya's wrestling with some alpha instincts, six months out from bonding. Shane can't complain.

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    Shane breathes in deep, a contented little sigh, and then pauses for another long time. Just slightly tensed, like he’s preparing himself for something, but Ilya doesn’t really have the chance to worry before he says, “I had…a good time tonight.”
    “Mm, was good night,” Ilya murmurs. Kisses hair, kisses eyebrow. “Nice dinner, nice weather.”
    “Yeah, it was nice,” Shane murmurs. He sighs, clears his throat. “Thank you for such a nice first date.”
    Ilya mouths first date to himself, mind running to figure out what that could mean in this context.
    Then Shane shifts and says, “I wasn’t sure what to expect when you asked me out.”
    Ah.

    Shane decides to play a game. Ilya is exactly where he wants to be.

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    03 Aug 2026

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    Saying my dog’s favorite words on a fake phone call

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    As soon as the plane landed, Shane pulled his phone out with everyone else, planning to text Ilya and let him know they'd arrived, but before he could bring up his contacts, his notifications were flooded, phone pinging wildly.

    9 missed calls
    9 new voicemails
    1 text: Ilya <3

    Don't worry about the calls. I just missed you. Everything is fine. See you soon.

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    08 Jul 2026

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    Domestic fluff 🥹 I can imagine Ilya standing outside the pick up area so clearly

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    “Sweetheart, your pretty little head is so silly. For every photocard I make of ugly hockey men, I make two of my gorgeous, radiant, pulchritudinous boyfriend. Sometimes three.”

    A smile breaks through the heated haze of Shane’s expression. “You’ve been using the thesaurus Dad got you for Christmas?”

    “I will beat Yuna Hollander at Scrabble one day,” Ilya declares against Shane’s hip bone.

    In the year between the Cottage and the Centaurs, Ilya misses Shane more than ever. Svetlana’s teenage cousin offers a coping method: Kpop-style Shane Hollander photocards to stare at all day long. It's a shame carrying around pictures of fellow hockey players is just not socially acceptable.

    …At least, not yet.
     
    (AKA: Ilya's mission to desensitize the hockey world to his Hollander fanboyisms, and the NHL players that suffer for it.)

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    07 Jul 2026

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    if tlg was a mystic messenger bad ending, then this fic is the good ending.

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    "You have been playing like this?" Ilya mused. "With this? For how long?"

    Hollander's mouth was flat. "Two weeks."

    "Wow." Ilya let out a low whistle. "Pussy makes you better at hockey."

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    19 Apr 2026

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    Absolutely heart shattering lines in a magical pussy acquisition fic…life is so beautiful