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    Shane is twelve when he realizes he can understand Russian.

    Or, in a world where you can understand whatever language(s) your soulmate speaks, it takes Shane and Ilya an embarrassing amount of time to realize they’re soulmates.

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    Lily: Sorry, I didn’t get to say goodbye

    Shane had found the message sweet despite his disappointment. Now it just feels… ominous.

    That’s usually the point when Shane has to get out of bed and pace around his bedroom and remind himself that, if Ilya is ghosting him (he is not, he’s not, he’s not), then he is also ghosting the rest of the fucking world. Because that is the thing that truly, really, terrifies him.

    No one has heard of Ilya Rozanov in nearly three weeks.

    Shane hasn’t been getting much sleep lately.

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    After Tampa. Things between Shane and Ilya are finally starting to look stable… until Ilya drops off the face of the Earth with little warning. Shane spirals (a lot) and decides he’s going to find his man if it’s the last thing he does.

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    21 Jul 2026

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    Cheesy but awesome. Great for a fun balm after reading something painful.

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    Hollander stepped closer to the windowsill. Between a pair of empty designer vases sat a cheap ceramic lucky cat, white, with one paw raised. Hollander brushed his thumb over a small chip in the glaze. Somehow, looking was never enough for him. Whenever he liked something – the picture in the living room, the leaf, now this cat – he reached out and touched. Ilya remembered how, the night of their first hook-up, Hollander had touched him first too: fingers curling around Ilya’s arm, as though physical contact were the only way to make sure he was real.

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    House fic! Ilya longs for a home house. (Un)fortunately, his hockey nemesis is a hopeless real estate and architecture nerd.

    A reimagining of the drought years (2011-13 - less of a drought in this version...) with heaps of yearning, some angst, Ilya driving fast cars, Shane drawing floor plans, the Hollanders, and cats. They take turns rescuing each other until they find their way home.

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    05 Jul 2026

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    Amazong, no notes. Fantastic. Please read.

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    Stick to your guns, Ilya thinks. Sex. With Hollander. That’s simple. Straightforward.

    Except nothing about this night has been straightforward. The more time he spends with Hollander, the more he wants him - and not just the sex. He wants it all: the reading glasses, earnest ramblings, moral compulsions. The sweetness Hollander tries to hide. The way he holds back from almost everyone, even from himself, but never from Ilya.

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    or: After Vegas, Ilya knows he should end it with Hollander. He likes trouble, yes. Doesn’t mean he likes feeling scraped raw by wanting impossible things. Then they are marooned together at an airport for a very long, very strange night during which Ilya begins to suspect – shakily, reluctantly – that they might be… something.

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