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But it’s true. David Hollander is normal about hockey. He has a life outside it. He goes to work at the Treasury. He goes on long walks. He volunteers at animal shelters. He puzzles. Well—he works on puzzles? Ilya still is not sure how the verbs work there.
The point is: David Hollander built a life outside of hockey that was fulfilling—that remains fulfilling. This, in its roundabout way, and though Ilya could never admit it, saves Ilya’s life.
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or, a treatise on grief, depression, and chronic suicidalityBookmarked by LvB97
19 Jun 2026
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“But…” Ilya stalls out. He conjures his sun’s face: the soft curve of skin where the corner of his eye becomes the sweep of his cheekbone, the stubble that clings to the soft end of his chin, the strong and even line of his eyebrows. “Solnyshko,” Ilya says. “It means sun, yes, but… it’s like a pet name. Sunshine. Honey. I’m calling you my sun.”
This is mortifying in English. Christ, he should never have started this conversation. He should have shaken Shane off when he had the chance. Even as Ilya thinks this, he knows he could not have done it. He cannot deny Shanyshko anything. That has always been the problem between them. What a terrifying, awesome, horrible problem to have. Ilya would like to have this problem for the rest of his life.
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or, Ilya and Shane talk about their love, their lives.Series
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19 Jun 2026
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Two-Four-Eight-One-Oh-Eight (Ilya Hollander. Shane Rozanov.) by callmeautumn
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
06 Feb 2026
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“Maybe—maybe Lily is sleeping,” she says. Bargaining, she realizes numbly. She’s bargaining for more time. And for whatever is unfolding here to stop unfolding and in fact fold itself back up. Her thumb shifts away from the call button. “And you should be sleeping too, mister.”
“He’s not sleeping.” Shane flares his nostrils—another gesture Yuna hasn’t seen in so many years. “He’s waiting for me to call a third time. Mom. Please. He’s—he’ll be so worried.”
Yuna shifts her thumb and lets it drop. Is Yuna a bad mother if she hopes "Lily" doesn’t pick up?
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or: Shane needs to call someone the night he's laid out by Marlow, and Yuna reflects on her quietly, obsessively devoted son.
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19 Jun 2026
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Flowers in the Winter by christinesangel100 for tiamat100
Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types
27 Jul 2025
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“No! Bilbo, stay….stay with me, stay focused on my voice.” Thorin said desperately, saying the words he’d heard healers say whenever a patient under their care was close to dying and they struggling to save them.
Bilbo tapped his hand, stroking it, or trying to, merely covering Thorin with blood.
“Don’t…worry. Everything….will be alright.” Bilbo's breath was coming in short stuttering gasps. “You’ll…be alright, I’ll be…alright. Kili…and Fili…it will all work well.”
When Bilbo jumps in front of Azog's sword to save Thorin, Thorin thinks the hobbit is lost to him. Little does he know that hobbits have a form of hibernation, called Winter Sleep, that can be triggered when they are severely injured.
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16 Jun 2026
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When a poorly timed phone call and an open window leads Shane's parents to a massive misunderstanding, he's stuck pretending he's still dating Rose. Which works fine for a month, until Ilya's jealousy starts to flare and Shane's parents witness a fight entirely different from the one they have on the ice.
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"See? Shane's probably just in the kitchen,” Yuna murmured softly, putting her purse down on the side table beside the door. “Maybe he’s—”“Okay, you were maybe telling me the truth,” a voice suddenly called, cutting her off before she could finish her sentence. “At least partially.”
Yuna frowned, the deep, accented voice catching her off guard. Before she could piece together where she recognized the voice from, though, she saw Ilya Rozanov walking through her son’s apartment. He was barefoot, his hair slightly damp and his clothes casual. Sweatpants and a white T-shirt that clung to him after a shower.
From the kitchen, David heard his sons’ voice ring out, too. “What do you mean partially?” Shane responded, gesturing at his phone as Ilya showed him something on it. “That’s exactly what I told you.”
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14 Jun 2026