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    "Ilya had loved him through his worst moments. Ilya had helped him find a therapist when he’d collapsed on the floor of their hotel bathroom after losing a particularly brutal game, scratching at his chest. Ilya had held him, even when Shane yelled at him because there was panic crawling under his skin and he felt as though it might claw its way out. Ilya had told him it was okay; that it didn’t make him a bad player to resent the spotlight sometimes, that it didn’t make him a bad teammate to hate the team when they were too loud and too drunk and too physical, that it didn’t make him a bad person to need space to breathe. Ilya saved him.

    And look what you give him in return. You’re a shitty husband, Shane Hollander.

    You don’t deserve his last name."

     

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    content warnings: discussion of mental health, depiction of a panic attack, depiction of invasive medical procedure, depiction of violence (generally non-graphic), use of hate speech, depiction of a hate crime

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    19 Apr 2026

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    “Look, I know I’m boring. And lame and… weird. I just… can you not say it? Every time? Or at least not every ten seconds.”

    And suddenly Ilya saw the way Shane was trying to fold in on himself. Like he wanted to hide the parts of his life he had just let Ilya see. Now it looked like he regretted letting Ilya in. Or he expected him to laugh. Or leave.

    He crossed the room.

    “Shane.”

    Shane shook his head once.

    “I’m sorry. Forget it.”

    “No,” Ilya said gently, crouching in front of him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I was teasing. I didn’t realize.” He paused, then said more firmly, “you’re not boring.”

    Shane scoffed under his breath.

    “I mean it,” Ilya said, ducking his head to try to catch his eye. “You’re the most specific person I’ve ever met. It’s fascinating. I love the way your brain works. And the way this house feels like you.”

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    A fluffy/smutty one shot set some time between Tampa and Boston in 2017 where Shane invites Ilya to spend the weekend with him in Montreal.

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    17 Apr 2026

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    He didn’t even realize when he did it, but his fingers were covering his ears by the time all the conversations in the room died down, countless pairs of eyes searching for the source of the disruption. Shane felt like he would throw up any minute.

    He pushed his hands harder against his ears when the waiter started apologising to him, his face painted in panic as he promised he didn’t mean to. He couldn’t have been more than twenty years old, and Shane would have reassured him if his teeth wouldn’t have been grinding together to the point that it made his jaw hurt. He needed to get away from there - before everyone would notice that he was seconds away from crying, before his body would betray him and make him slide to the sticky floor. But his legs just wouldn’t work.

    “Malysh,” cooed a familiar, warm voice, low enough just for Shane to hear. All the lights and stares were blocked by a slightly taller figure and Shane trusted himself to make eye contact with baby blues. Ilya. “You’re dripping on floor.”

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    Shane has a meltdown and Ilya takes care of his husband.

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    16 Apr 2026

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    Ilya knows firsthand that the world isn’t comfortable. It’s loud, bright, demanding, a harsh place in direct opposition to everything he’s recently learned about autism.

    Is it so wrong that he wants Shane to feel safe here? To carve out a space where, even if only for a few hours, he doesn’t have to grin and bear anything? He can just be?

    Or: Ilya Rozanov has a lot of good ideas. Telling his fuck buddy that he should consider getting an autism diagnosis isn’t one of them.

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    12 Apr 2026

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    Ilya suggests Shane can sleep with other people because he’s trying to be selfless. Shane storms out because he thinks Ilya is trying to get rid of him. They both spend the next several hours spiraling in different cities: Shane in a Montreal bar, Ilya in his own head.

    Shane tries to prove a point and almost throws up instead.
    Ilya drives to Montreal like he’s about to commit a felony.
    And Hayden Pike has to witness all of it.

    Or, two idiots in love speedrun an almost breakup and accidentally end up engaged.

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    06 Apr 2026