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    Victoria slams to a halt in the middle of the floor, feeling like she’s been sucker-punched in the stomach by a brick wall with hands. She can only stare, because holy shit. Because that is Cassie McKay, and she’s here at Blue Moon, at the lesbian bar, the bar where lesbians go, holding a can of Diet Coke and leaning casually against the wall as she smiles down at a pretty, dark-haired girl who looks twenty-four at most. 

    Holy. Fucking. Shit.

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    08 Apr 2026

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    Every Boston Raider knows that although their captain has a girl in every port, he’s got a soft spot for the one in Montreal. Dr. Shane Hollander knows it’s better to have a semi-regular source of casual sex than try to make a relationship work during residency. Ilya Rozanov knows that the doctor he’s fucking in Montreal is unaware that he plays hockey, and in fact probably thinks he’s Bratva.

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    22 Mar 2026

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    Shane is hiding an impulsive new piercing. Ilya finds out.

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    17 Feb 2026

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    hollanov age difference au: rookie ilya rozanov x aged-up shane hollander

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    16 Feb 2026

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    “Put on the pink hat, Shane.”

    “Uh, why?”

    “Canadians,” Ilya groans, “I want to see you in pink. Pretty in pink, yeah?” He shoves his hand into the toque and waggles his fingers around. Like a sock puppet. Or like--Ilya smirks.

    Shane is aware that he’s physically breathing, but he can’t feel any oxygen actually going to his brain. His vision is narrowing on the pink until it’s all he can see. It’s pink like women’s clothing is pink, not the salmon or beige ties in his gameday closet. It’s pink like a man isn’t. “I, uh, okay. Yeah.”

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    04 Jan 2026