PerpetuallyExhausted



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    “I’m glad it’s us, at the top.” Ilya admitted, letting his legs spread a bit as he visibly relaxed. “All that noise, about me not being able to hear and your-”

    He motioned vaguely, and Shane finished for him, “Chronic pain?”

    “Yes, that.” he hummed, “Was all nonsense. You’re good at what you do.”

    Shane smiles, then. “I’m glad you think so.”

    “Not as good as me, obviously.” Ilya added, and Shane rolled his eyes. “Can’t be too nice to you, can I?”

    “Guess not.”

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    Shane Hollander has a chronic pain condition and Ilya Rozanov is deaf. This inevitably means that they're going to be compared to one another, and this is only made worse when they're drafted to rival teams The Montreal Metros and The Boston Bears as first and second pick.

    It was rare enough that mainstream sports received one disabled player but two? Drafted during the same season and always one-upping each other?

    Well, it was unheard of.

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    12 Apr 2026

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    Sometimes life came at you with a clenched fist and Ilya had never figured out how to duck.

    So here he was, twenty-eight years old, single, dealing with the fallout from injuries given to him by the game he loved, and the second youngest assistant coach in the league to one of the worst teams. Stability was hard to come by, but he was managing.

    Then along came Shane Hollander to knock him on his ass, one more time.

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    11 Apr 2026

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    Shane cups her cheek in his hand, running his thumb over the plush of her bottom lip. She looks at him through her fawnish lashes. He roves his eyes over her body. Her shoulders and biceps, her abs… She's so strong, so…

    Incredible.

    "I've never done that before," he admits, "Not with... with a woman, at least."

    "Right, well," she rolls her eyes, "Would probably be better with a real man, yes?"

    He shakes his head, "No. It wouldn't have been the same at all."

    - - -

    or, Shane comes to terms with his sexuality only to get thrown right back into confusion by Rozanov.

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    05 Apr 2026

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    Hello?” the voice from her phone said, in Russian. It sounded familiar, somehow. Hesitant. “This is… Irina, yes?

    “Yes,” Irina frowned. “…Who is this?”

    Ah. It’s… Ilya,” her fucking uncle said. Her uncle, who she hadn’t spoken to since she was seven years old. “Ilya Rozanov,” as if that needed clarifying.

    When the trust that Ilya set aside for his niece, Irina, becomes available to her at eighteen, Ilya speaks to her for the first time in twelve years. It changes a lot of things, for the both of them.

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    03 Apr 2026

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    Ilya always loved watching his mother skate; even years after retiring from the competitive circuit, she floated across the ice like there was no gravity. He learned axles and salchows under her graceful guidance, and once he'd learned everything Irina had to teach him, she passed Ilya on to the professionals.

    To move across the ice like it was effortless, fast but not aggressive, to throw himself through the air and pretend for a moment that nothing could bring him back to the ground; there was nothing like it.

    Sometimes he thought if he jumped high enough, turned his body just right, he'd figure out a way to hang there, caught in the moment between gravity and air; maybe, just maybe, he could stay airborne, never to return home.

    Sometimes he wonders if he could have found that height, if he could have saved her.

    Irina Rozanova died on a cold Wednesday.

    He'd found her lying there, cold hands curled around an empty bottle of pills.

    He quit hockey the next day.

    (Or: Ilya Rozanov is an Olympic figure skater. Shane Hollander is a professional hockey player. Somehow, they still figure it out.)

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    03 Apr 2026