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    “They’re just visiting,” he said, sharper than intended. “It’s not a big deal.”

    Anthony was quiet for a second.

    “I just mean after what you told me–”

    “My dad’s not gonna beat me to death in the living room, Anthony.”

    Anthony blinked hard. “Jesus, Coy, that’s not what I meant.”

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    18 Jun 2026

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    “We’ve made a trade,” Coach announces. “For Shane Hollander.”

    It’s like the ground drops out from beneath Ilya, and his heart falls from his chest. It tumbles past rock bottom, down to the cavern that shattered open inside of him on that night five years ago. The night when Ilya walked away from Hollander for the last time.

    He can’t breathe.

    (Or: Shane doesn’t get hurt, they break up, and they don’t talk for five long years. Until Shane is traded to Ottawa.)

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    15 Jun 2026

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    “-moya rybka, I am sorry, sweet girl-” Ilya is saying, on his knees in the middle of their living room and patting the rug near him with what looks like devastation on his face as Anya continues to ignore him, curled up on Shane’s lap instead. Fresh off of several stacked events to fit them into a weekend–because Shane’s mom is nothing if not efficient when it comes to the deals she makes–Ilya got home only a few minutes ago, still in the outfit he’d left his Buzzfeed puppy interview in, which Anya had clearly not appreciated, sniffing him suspiciously after her initial excited greeting and then retreating to Shane immediately when he patted his thigh in welcome.

    Shane is trying not to be obviously enjoying Ilya’s turmoil as much as he is, shifting Anya to lay on her back like a baby in one arm and cooing at her.

    “I know, huh? Papa left and played with who knows how many other dogs, and the whole time you were here missing him. I bet he wasn’t even thinking about you, huh?”

    “Hollander!” Ilya says, sounding scandalized. “Do not tell her that! Is not true!”

    (collection of standalone fics/ficlets prompted by my own tumblr posts) (will update as inspiration strikes)

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    13 Jun 2026

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    Two years of playing together, and it still hit him every time. The casualness of it. My husband. Said out loud, in public. After years of hiding—stolen moments in hotel rooms, careful distance in public, the constant exhausting performance of just teammates, just rivals, nothing to see here—now Ilya could say it like it was nothing. Like it was easy, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

    Because it was. Finally.

    In which Ilya Hollander-Rozanov cannot shut up about his husband. (Subtitled: No one asked, Ilya. Ilya. No one asked.)

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    12 Jun 2026

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    Oh. He’s ducking under the covers, under Ilya’s shirt, crawling up until he’s fully inside it—head pillowed safely on Ilya’s chest. The love that rushes through Ilya feels catastrophic, and he chokes with it. “Shane,” his voice trembles. Ilya pulls him closer, always closer. “Shane.” 

    Shane makes a high, soft noise in his throat, burrowing deeper into Ilya—almost like he’s trying to crawl inside Ilya’s body. Ilya would let him, if it were possible. Would carve out a place for Shane within himself, offer it with his bruised and bloody palms. Here, all of this—is for you. Shane makes that noise again—soft, pleading, like a whine—and Ilya succumbs, is helpless to. 

    He recognises it for the wordless plea it is, and gives Shane exactly what he wants. “Shanebug,” Ilya says softly, and Shane melts into his chest, every last string holding him up cut. “I love you.” 

    —a nickname, and all the love that comes with it.

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    28 May 2026