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    Just before Shane’s 30th birthday, his entire world comes to a screeching halt. A stupid mistake in Florida gets him outed, traded, depressed, enraged. And to make matters worse, Ilya Rozanov is right there to witness his entire crash and burn.

    OR, Shane doesn’t get hurt playing against Boston, and Ilya does break up with him. Flash forward four years, and Shane finds himself playing for the Ottawa Centaurs, where Ilya has been captain since 2019.

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    15 May 2026

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    “It’s Rozanov, they’re bringing on Rozanov,” he said in a rush.
    For a long moment, Shane couldn’t hear or process anything. The world had narrowed then expanded too fast, like he was falling. At some point Hayden started talking again, but he couldn’t understand him. There was only the darkness overhead and the ringing in his ears.
    “Shane? Shane, you still there?”
    The words filtered through slow and muddy, echoing. Shane’s mouth was dry, his tongue thick, but he managed, “Yeah. I’m here.”
    “Okay. You’re not gonna have a panic attack, right? Cause that would be bad probably, for your head I mean, and I just think—”
    Shane stopped listening again.
    Rozanov was coming to Montreal. He’d be in the same locker room, skating on the same ice, living in the same fucking city.

     

    Three years after Shane broke it off (not that there was anything to break off), he gets a concussion and the Metros bring in Ilya to fill in for him. A breakup and makeup fic inspired by Jane Austen's Persuasion.

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    01 May 2026

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    Something’s wrong with Castiel—more wrong than usual. Grumpier, restless, touch-sensitive. Dean pushes, and finally Cas confesses: every couple of years, an angel’s wings molt. It’s painful, raw, and nearly impossible to manage alone. Worse, the wings are sensitive—dangerously so. Preening them the wrong way could trigger more than just relief.

    Dean offers to help.

    What starts as a careful, quiet act of care spirals into something neither of them planned. Something intimate. Something needed. Something sacred.

    Dean’s hands learn the language of feathers. Cas learns what it means to let someone in. And together, they find softness in the space where pain gives way to pleasure—and trust turns into something more.

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    01 Jun 2025

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    "I don't get you," Dean spits. "I don't get what you want. Just — just tell me. I'm a big boy, I can take it."

    "I did tell you!" Castiel exclaims. "I told you, and then I died!"

     

    (In which Castiel is rescued from the Empty, Jack gives up the powers of God to be a kid again, and Dean overcompensates.)

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    Prince Castiel arrives back later than intended, quickly riding directly to the stables instead of just handing the horse off.

    “Let me help you, your highness.” A deep voice practically purrs as warm hands grip his waist.

    He’s slid out of the saddle by strong arms, his backside dragged slowly down the muscular front of the stablehand assisting him. Cas sucks in a breath as his whole body is momentarily pressed tightly to the other man’s, his tight riding pants leaving no room for misinterpreting the rigid lump briefly rolled against his ass. The stablehand releases him and steps back, green eyes glittering as he grins.

    “Thank you.” Cas says, turning to go. “Shit, I won’t even have time to bathe before dinner.”

    A short yelp bursts out of him when a hand squeezes his ass firmly. He whirls around, glaring, but the stablehand is pointedly busy with his horses tack. He shoots another caviler grin at Cas.

    “Better hurry, don’t want to be late for dinner, your highness.”

    Cas decides he doesn’t have time to deal with roguish castle staff and hurries away.

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