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    It’s like they’re in a fucked up game of relationship chicken now, increasingly doing things together that Shane can’t describe as anything other than domestic and romantic and boyfriend-like. They text constantly, detailing their days and sharing everything from complaints about teammates to jokes about other players in the league to the kind of quiet worries about family that don’t need to be responded to, just heard by another person.

    Or maybe it’s like Schroedinger’s cat. As long as Shane doesn’t ask, doesn’t speak out loud, he can have this. It can exist, and it cannot exist at the same time as long as Shane doesn’t press too hard. Doesn’t want too much.

    It feels increasingly like agony now that he’s realized that he loves Ilya.

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    Tunameltdown AU where Ilya makes him tuna melts and says his name and Shane doesn’t freak out and run away. Well, he does freak out, but he also stays. Or the one where Shane doesn’t realize that Ilya’s his boyfriend for a solid three months.

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    29 Jun 2026

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    Spring of 2016: Ilya loses a father.

    Summer of 2016: Ilya loses a brother.

    Fall of 2016: Ilya gains a daughter, a lover, and a friend.

    Or: another "what if Ilya gained custody of his niece" fic.

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    28 Jun 2026

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    Hesitantly, he brought a hand up and watched a figure from his memories reflected back in front of him copy his movements. When this young Shane in the mirror touched his face, he felt it on his own. He squeezed the skin on his right cheek, feeling distant and disconnected from reality. He continued pinching harder until it stung, only to be disappointed when he didn’t wake up back where he was supposed to be.

    He really was Shane Hollander, aged 22, all over again.

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    Shane Hollander dies in 2022, on the day of his first wedding anniversary with Ilya Rozanov. Somehow, he's transported back nearly a decade into the past, to 2013, his memories and a ring letting him know it was all real. He speaks Russian now, having learned from Ilya in his past life, and has the benefit of hindsight. But does that mean he can really change anything, make things go more smoothly than last time, or will he be forced to fight for his relationship with Ilya for years, having to hide it once again now that he'd just gotten used to living with it openly? What would he do about his family, his friends? As it turns out, even knowledge of the future isn't always enough.

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    24 Jun 2026

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    In his efforts to become the best captain possible, Shane accidentally cultivates among his teammates a debilitating praise kink.

    (Or, the unforeseen consequences of prolonged and repeated exposure to Shane Hollander's beautiful big brown bottom eyes, and its documented effects on a worrisomely increasing number of professional hockey players.)

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    10 Jun 2026

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    “Please,” he says finally, voice breaking as he gives in. “Fuck, please, Rozanov, I’m gonna—”

    Rozanov pulls all the way back, mouth releasing his cock with a noise that makes Shane’s hips rock up into nothing.

    “Rozanov,” he begs again.

    “Hmm?” Rozanov asks, kissing Shane’s shaking thigh gently. “You need something?”

    “You— fuck— you said I could come,” Shane says, trying to keep the accusatory note out of his voice.

    “Mhm. When you say my name, yes?”

    “I did!” Shane insists, just a hint of a whine in his tone now. Rozanov smirks at him.

    “Oh, sweetheart,” he says. “My first name.”

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    Ilya does something a little different on tuna melt day.

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    10 Jun 2026