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    “Ilya Rozanov,” Shane repeats slowly, letting himself taste the words. He grins. “Wow. You’re, like, a really good player. How come you’re in Canada for summer camp? Is that weird to ask? Sorry if that’s weird. I just meant-”

    Shane is cut off by a hand on his mouth. He flushes.

    “Too fast,” Ilya says. “My English… not good.”

    “Sorry,” Shane mumbles into Ilya’s hand. Ilya grins and shakes his head, curls dancing, as he pulls his hand away.

    “Is okay. Slow words. Okay?”

    This year marks thirteen year Shane Hollander's third summer at Coach Marakov's elite hockey training camp. In attendance for the first time: Ilya Rozanov, visiting from Russia. Shane isn't the most sociable, and Ilya's English isn't the greatest, yet the unlikely duo soon become the best of friends.

    It's just one summer, but it makes a world of difference.

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    Shane and Ilya broke up. It was the adult, mature decision they made together and moved on from. Except Shane is still Ilya's emergency contact and Ilya's coach just called.

    Ilya had a seizure. Well, seizures. Multiple. He is in the hospital, in the operation block and suddenly Shane is met with the possibility that last words Ilya Rozanov ever heard from him were "Maybe love isn't enough."

    And then complications occur. And Ilya is not waking up.

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    They’d sat on a perfectly ordinary Wednesday afternoon in their perfectly ordinary kitchen, with coffee that had gone cold on the table between them, and calmly dismantled the life they’d built together. One sentence at a time.

    “Maybe we need space.” “Maybe we’re just hurting each other.” “Maybe love isn’t enough.”

    He wants to go back and shove that version of himself against the wall. Shake him until his teeth rattle.

    Love is the only thing that matters when someone is under general anaesthesia and a stranger is touching their brain, Shane thinks wildly. Love is literally the only currency worth anything in a room like this.

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    18 Jan 2026

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    Zoro doesn’t know which one ought to take priority given the circumstances: pretending that he’s not in love with his fake husband or surviving the ongoing zombie apocalypse with him.

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    07 Jan 2026

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    Sharing heats and ruts is nothing but convenience for Zoro and Sanji. Two times a year they fuck like animals and then go their separate ways. Even if separate ways is just down the hall. It works for them. That's what they tell themselves anyway.

    Then a poorly timed heat makes a mess of everything.

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    07 Jan 2026

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    ⋆───・:࿔*✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧*࿔:・───⋆
    Pouring the steamed milk with his practiced, signature spiral, Sanji steps up to the counter with the finished product. “One Lavender sedative for the Mosshead,” the witch prompts with a wink; Zoro snorting indignantly at the nickname.
    Their hands brush in the transfer and the blond finds himself lingering on demonfolk’s fingers, the digits dark black, as if dipped in charcoal, and searingly warm to the touch.
    If Zoro notices, he doesn’t mention it. The man instead glancing between the swirl in the coffee to the curl of the witch’s eyebrow before smirking, “Thanks Curly,” he says, tipping his chin up in a nod After a moment of lingering amusement, the demonfolk turns and heads to the far corner of the cafe.
    Sanji watches him go with a frown, his fingertips tingling and a furious blush warming his ears.
    What a bastard.
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