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A close up of a very ecstatic, serpent-looking (dark blue with darker patches down its long slender neck. It has long floppy ears, 4 lime green eyes, many sharp slender teeth) Dragon with pumpkin flesh on its face. ‘dazzle’ stars are around its head



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    “Where are you going?”

    “To the arena, Hollander. We are playing a game in three hours.”

    “That’s tomorrow, Rozanov,” Hollander says, smirking like Ilya might be fucking with him and he wants to make sure he’s in on the joke. He looks behind and around him. “Um, can I come inside?”

    “Hollander, we have game today. You were here yesterday.”

    Hollander is striding toward his kitchen, looking over his shoulder at Ilya like he’s getting tired of the joke. “Very funny. I was in Montreal yesterday, Rozanov.”

    “Hollander.” Ilya goes to stand in front of him. Hollander’s eyes flicker up and down his body the way that Ilya usually craves, but is rather unwelcome right now. “Today is Thursday. Game is today. Yesterday, you came to my house. We ate tuna melts, watched Buffalo game. Then, you left.”

    “Rozanov, it’s Wednesday morning. And I’ve never been to your house before.”

    “Hollander…”

    “Look at your phone if you don’t believe me.”

    Ilya snorts like a bull and pulls his phone out of his pocket, swipes down on the screen to look at the date.

    Wednesday, November 9th.


    Or: Ilya Rozanov in Groundhog Day!

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    22 Mar 2026

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    What happened between Kip and Scott between their breakup and kissing on ice.
     


    Kip was here. He told himself. And for a moment, he let himself go a bit further. Kip was here for me.

    In that moment, the weight of the game lifted. The exertion of the past three hours burned away, replaced by a fire in Scott's veins. A burning emotion that had lain dormant for a year now.

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    18 Mar 2026

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    ‘Something about the thought of the empty, Kip-less apartment that’s waiting for him back home in NYC is really doing a number on him right now, and all he wants to do is sleep, so he can forget about everything for a few hours – or, better yet, get so blindingly drunk on board this plane that he can forget everything for even longer. He decides on option number two, accepts the champagne, and empties it in one long gulp.
    “Whoa whoa whoa, Hunter, did Canada hurt your feelings this bad?” says a male voice with a gruff, Russian accent directly next to him.
    Scott looks up and finds Ilya Rozanov looking back at him. He’s in grey sweats and a black hoodie and somehow manages to look well-rested after the flight from Sochi – probably the same one Scott just took –, all smooth golden curls and zero dark circles under his eyes. Scott hates him a little bit for it. He hates him a lot more when he pushes his hand luggage under the seat next to Scott’s and lets himself sink down in it.’

    Scott and Ilya meet on a plane after the Sochi Olympics. Things escalate a bit.

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    10 Mar 2026

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    “Oh God, Sha - shit,” Ilya stammered.

    Shane froze for just a fraction of a second. He had caught that, the beginning of his name. The name that had scared him so badly he had run away. Whatever Shane had told Ilya, about being sorry, about liking him, it hadn’t undone what he had done and said before.

    I can’t do this.

    But he could, damn it. He could, and he wanted to, and he was fucking going to.
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    What happened in that Tampa Bay hotel room. Short, smutty, and a little bit sweet.

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    08 Mar 2026

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    Shane leans down and bites Ilya’s chest over his heart. Shane has slashed him open, body and soul, head to toe. No noxious steam wafts out from where Shane’s teeth had been. Shane is seeing through to his skin and bones, is physically inside of him, and is not recoiling. Instead, he’s whimpering and shoving his face, sticky with sweat, into Ilya’s neck.

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    25 Feb 2026