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    “We’re just, well-“ Choui hedges, then glances round as if he’s looking for back up.

    “We’re worried that you’re a bit too controlling,” Hayes blurts out. “Of Rozanov.”

    Shane opens his mouth to respond, but he closes it again when he realises he has no fucking idea what to say. He’s - what?

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    16 Jun 2026

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    Apollo was having a perfectly good morning- right up until he vomited down the side of the sun chariot. Which was incredibly strange, if you asked him, because gods simply do not get sick.
    As if that weren’t strange enough, an unintended meet-up with Percy Jackson in a Target parking lot revealed that the demigod was hearing prayers- something that Apollo was actually not responsible for, despite what Percy seemed to think.
    Apollo didn’t need his prophetic powers to know this was going to be a looong day. But hey- at least he got to spend it with Percy. (Which, naturally, improved things considerably).

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    14 Jun 2026

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    33/?

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    She'd smiled uncontrollably, laughing breathlessly at the gentle weight of the baby against her skin. He'd been wrapped in a fuzzy pink blanket, carefully nestled in her arms. Against her sweaty, still-heaving chest as tears streaked her cheeks.

    Then her skin grew unbearably warm, and she glanced down as the nurses left them alone for the first few moments together.

    "Oh no," She whispered, her eyes wide as Percy screamed, as if he knew then and there the weight of the name branding itself across his flesh. He cried until his tawny cheeks turned red, until the color of health pulsed through his pale, drying skin. Until Sally's heart broke, watching in horror as the gold settled over Percy's heaving chest in lethal, curving, serpentine cursive.

    Phoebus Apollo.

    The initial hope she'd had of a soulmate for her beloved baby was replaced with the cold truth. Any soul bound to burn for divinity was destined only to ash.

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    14 Jun 2026

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    On 28/?

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    How did he let this happen?

    Shane's not sure.

    One moment, he was on the gym floor not staring at Rozanov's gorgeous sweaty body. Then Shane was standing up, but his legs were weak for some god forsaken reason and Rozanov was there, just an arm around his waist to keep him upright, and now...

    Well.

    Now Shane's on his knees on the floor of Ilya Rozanov's shower.

     

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    Heated Rivalry, but the boys are forced to have an honest conversation around 8 years earlier than they do in canon.

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    13 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    INJECT IT!! I love when they get together sooner, cause they deserve all the love in the world!

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    “It’s okay. I don’t need anything.” 

    “I am not going to eat in front of you while you have nothing, Hollander,” Ilya scoffs. He plucks a can of cold ginger ale from the top shelf as casually as he can manage and slides it over the island, interrupting Hollander’s fidgeting thumbs. “You must be hungry, yes? It’s been hours since you left hotel. I can make something. Easy.” 

    “Make… what?” he asks warily.  

    Ilya rolls his eyes and tosses a look over his shoulder. “Do not worry. I will find something that works for your special hockey diet,” he teases. He reaches back into the fridge. “Tuna melt okay?” 

    “No,” Hollander says primly. “And it’s a disease. Not a diet.” 

    He pulls his hands out of the cold and turns, blinks. “What?” 

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    12 Jun 2026