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    ilya feels it when shane slams a gloved palm onto the ice to stabilize himself, echoing an earthquake through ilya’s skates and up to his sternum. his heart clenches with every heaving breath shane takes, bloodstained petals pouring past his lips. he’s hurting, and the need to hold him burns through ilya’s veins.

    ilya was supposed to protect him, but he didn’t even see the hit, only the aftermath, just marly skating slowly away with terror on his face as the ice gets painted red.

    or: it's april 2017, and cliff marleau just checked shane hollander into the boards. he doesn't break his collarbone, but he does start coughing up petals. a post-tuna melt hanahaki au.

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    Ilya Rozanov has a problem. A massive fucking problem.

    A massive fucking problem that comes in the form of the MHL’s second overall draft pick, one Shane Hollander, who ends up going to the Montreal Metros. Ilya is posing beside him, watching him plaster on his PR smile, when he gets a whiff of the Canadian’s scent.

    Cold. Chilled, maybe, perhaps icy like the arenas he plays in. A hint of something spiced and warm. Ginger? It tickles at Ilya’s nose. Something beneath that, fruity and slightly floral. Juicy, refreshing. But lingering around the man is the scent of death and something coppery.

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    “Go?” Rozanov repeats, and Shane thinks he manages to nod, thinks he manages to spin some kind of excuse that he knows Rozanov doesn’t really buy, but he needs to go. He needs to get out of here. He needs to find somewhere quiet and calm where he can ride out this panic and painful tightness until he can catch his breath again. He needs-

    He needs to go.

    “I’m sorry,” he says, turning heel and resisting the urge to just book it right for the front door only because he’d rather not have to explain to Hayden why he returned from a hookup with Boston Lily in men’s clothes that he certainly didn’t leave in.

    It’s not until he makes it halfway up the stairs to Rozanov’s bedroom that it occurs to him in a cold rush that it isn’t just anxiety that makes it this hard to breathe.

    “No,” he tells himself firmly, white knuckling the bannister and trying to take a deep breath just to prove that he can.

    It wheezes.

    (how the tuna meltdown is averted through the power of food allergies and anaphylaxis)

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    13 Jun 2026

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    No matter the trope.
    No matter the universe.
    No matter the setup.
    They find each other.

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    12 Jun 2026

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    Over the course of his NHL career, Shane Hollander had come face-to-face with Ilya Rozanov hundreds of times. But in all of that time, Shane had never seen him like this.

    “Hollander,” Rozanov said, accent even thicker than usual.

    Ah. He was drunk.

    [Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov have been NHL rivals for over a decade. One strange chance meeting leads to more.]

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