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    "Roz?"
    Everything was too loud around them. From the outside, these moments, a player getting hurt, had always been disgustingly silent, but Cliff's ears couldn't stop ringing.
    He shoved a foot forward, the muscles on the side of his thigh smarting as he tried to skate closer, but the referees were already there.
    Hands on his shoulders pulled him back, pulled him close.
    "I didn't mean to." A whimper. The arms around him tightened, pulling him further back, off the ice. "I didn't mean to. Didn't mean to. Didn't -"
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    What if Cliff Marlow had hit Ilya in a game against the Ottawa Centaurs and had to deal with the confusion that was his crazy former captain and best friend high on pain meds. At least those meds were hopefully the reason for his craziness. Why else would Rozanov be calling Shane Hollander his sweetheart?

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    04 Oct 2026

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    "You won't if you want to fuck me tonight." Hollander had said in Russian.

    Dmitry glanced up, pausing from where he was unlacing his skates. What the fuck could in the conversation possibly have possibly led to this?

    He glanced at Rozanov, who'd been smirking and teasing Wyatt only a second earlier. Now, his mouth was firmly shut. All the rest of the team stared at Rozanov.

    Wyatt laughed. "Oh my God, Roz I don't even know what he said but you are so damn whipped!"

    "One word from the husband and he shuts up!" Bood crowed.

    Chouinard jumped in. "Yeah, what the hell did you say to shut him up that quickly, Hollzy?"

    (4 times shane was less boring than people thought. including hickeys, never have i ever, being in the room next door to them at a hotel, and a russian rookie)

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    04 Oct 2026

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    The Centaurs are such a nice team that Ilya sometimes feels too comfortable. Unfortunately, his new team has no idea, and every attempt to be himself somehow makes things worse.
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    Or: Five times Ilya Rozanov's teammates think he's a homophobe, and the one time they find out why they're wrong.

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    04 Oct 2026

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    Harris hadn’t meant to say anything. He hadn’t even realized what he’d said, honestly, until Ilya’s reaction: choking on his beer, eyes bugging out, looking more nervous than Harris had ever seen him look.

    Why couldn’t he have just kept his mouth shut? He was tipsy, and probably a bit too comfortable, but still. He should have known better. He felt like the biggest asshole alive.

    Hold on. Rewind. Start from the beginning.

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    Five times Ilya Rozanov set off Harris Drover's gaydar (and Harris said nothing), + one time Harris completely put his foot in it

    (originally a one-shot, now updated to include a chapter 2/coda)

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    04 Oct 2026

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    "Rozanov?" he says, almost without meaning to. Surely he's mistaken and is about to be told to fuck off. Or, even more alarmingly, he is correct, and then he is certain to be told to fuck off, and possibly punched in the face. The man shifts, eyes drifting from his drink up to Scott and— well, there's no denying it. The captain of the Boston Raiders is drunk in Scott's neighborhood dive bar.

    "Fuck," the response is slow, the delayed reaction of molasses spilling out of a jar carelessly knocked over on the kitchen counter. "I must have overdone it. I have summoned the Ghost of Hockey Past."

    Scott could just leave. He could turn on a heel, and leave this drunk asshole to discover on his own what consequences are.

    Because he's stupid, though, because he's nothing if not a responsible captain even when the drunken idiot in question isn't even one of his own teammates, and yes, because a small part of him can't help but love a good train wreck when he sees one, he sits down instead.

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    Or, Scott Hunter runs into Ilya Rozanov sometime around midnight after a game, and the two saddest, loneliest, most closeted hockey players in New York end up sharing more than they mean to.

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    01 Oct 2026