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    “How is your injury?”

    That made Hollander shudder. Ilya was certain he’d been asked variations of that question a hundred times over the past few days, but it had probably sounded nothing like how Ilya made sure it sounded now, falling from his lips. Dark and disinterested.

    Sacré bleu is a phrase in French used to indicate surprise or shock. Literally translated, it means “holy blue”. Now, it is worth noting that bleu can also mean “bruise”.

    So.

    Sacré bleu. Sacred bruise.

    Such a mark should be given special consideration.

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    26 May 2026

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    What if Shane doesn't go back to his room after the infamous Vegas penthouse suite night? What if he finds himself at the bar with other hockey players and what if Ilya gets a call from Marly telling him this.

    What if they both realize how much they've been hurting each other? What if they actually talk?

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    “Rozy!” Cliff shouted through the phone and Ilya winced. “Where did you go? You have to get back down here.”

    Ilya sighed, rolling his eyes. “I have flight in the morning, Marly. I know what you look like drunk. I do not need to come see.”

    “Come on, Roz,” Cliff almost whined. “Even Hollander is down here holding up the bar or maybe it’s holding him up. Kinda hard to tell at this point. Gonna let him be the life of the party when you won the fucking award?”

    The fog in Ilya’s brain shifted and scattered at the name.

    Ilya’s stomach sank.

    Fuck.
    Fuck.
    Fuck.

    “How many has he had?” Ilya asked, pushing himself up from the bed, glancing around the room until he saw his dress pants and shirt still on the floor by the end of the bed.

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    25 May 2026

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    And then his prayer from before the kiss was answered in the form of a soft knock.

    Shane had barely made it up five steps. He paused for a second, wondering if he had hit the metal railing somehow, leaving behind a knock-like reverberation echoing in the stairwell. He shook his head slightly, as if shaking out the thought that it could be anything else. He continued up the steps more slowly.

    Then there was a second knock, and a buzz in his sweatshirt pocket.

    There was no mistaking either of those sounds. He practically snapped his wrist yanking his phone out of his pocket.

    LILY: the car is not here, and is cold. can i keep waiting inside?

     

    OR: What if Ilya's cab in ep2 is late?

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    24 May 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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    14 May 2026

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    “You are planning to rob me or what?” He hears Rozanov call, and he can’t help but smile slightly even as he rolls his eyes, closing the door to the linen closet and feeling strangely lighter than when he opened it, reassured that he’s just trying to read into a blank page, that today doesn’t mean anything more than Rozanov doesn’t mind him being around, which is strangely flattering.

    “I don’t know,” he calls back. “Don’t Russians like diamonds and fur and stuff? Where should I start looking if I want to know what my options are?”

    He hears Rozanov laugh, and it makes him smile.

    When he joins him in the living room once more, Rozanov tugs him down to lean against him again. Shane goes easier this time, settling into it, knowing it doesn’t mean anything other than the fact that he just happens to be the closest warm body, the person on Rozanov’s roster who filled today’s slot.

    (the tuna meltdown doesn't happen) (this does not mean they get ANY better at communication)

    (or: how shane didn't realize he had a boyfriend for several months)

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    13 May 2026