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    Shane shuffles his feet, nervously. “So, I met your mom. She’s really nice.”

    Rozanov’s eyes cut to him and there’s something in there that Shane doesn’t understand. He hates how bad he is at reading people’s faces, especially now that Ilya is looking at him like he has said the worst possible thing he could say, instead of trying to make nice small talk like he intended to.

    “What did you say?” Ilya asks.

    Shane flinches and this time he is sure Ilya didn’t miss it. Rozanov’s cutting gaze is making his skin crawl in a way that makes him want to run and hide. He swallows hard and, with everything in him, he holds Rozanov’s gaze.

    “I said,” Shane’s voice is shaky. “I met your mom. She’s really nice. We talked for a little while, before the figure skating started.”

    “Is this a joke?” Ilya’s voice cracks on the last word. “Are you playing some kind of sick joke on me?”

    OR: Shane Hollander meets Irina Rozanova('s ghost) at the Sochi Olympics.

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    Shane Hollander doesn’t fight. It’s a fact of life almost as sure as the sun rising in the east. But when a fair fight becomes two against one and his husband is in jeopardy, the sun might as well turn its ass around because Shane is flying across the ice and dropping his gloves before anybody has time to react.

     

    Or: Shane Hollander loses his shit against Tampa Bay and it might be the most beautiful thing Ilya has ever seen in his life.

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    When he was 14, Shane was hit in the throat with a puck, giving him a concussion and neurogenic stutter.

    (I'm so bad at summaries, I'll probably add more to this when I figure out where the story is going)

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    "Shane," Ilya says slowly. "Are you aware you are holding a cat?"

    Shane has the decency to look slightly sheepish, as Ilya steps forward, the kitten peering at him with large green eyes while he reaches out a hesitant hand to lightly brush his finger against the cat's nose.

    "Um, so a funny thing happened," Shane begins, and Ilya knows he's about to launch into a lengthy explanation. "We were out for our jog, and this kitten started running with us, so Anya just gently picked it up by the scruff of its neck and started carrying it, and I couldn't just leave it, you know? And when I took it from Anya it just curled up in my jacket like it knew it was safe, and I know this is kind of impulsive and our lives are crazy, but…" he finally stops and takes a deep breath, his gaze locking with Ilya's. "I think I want to keep this cat."

    Anya wags her tail and barks, and Ilya looks from Shane's endless dark brown eyes down to the striking green ones that close as the kitten yawns so widely Ilya can see all of its tiny baby teeth. It's too cute. He's a goner. 'Fuck', he thinks, 'I'm totally screwed' and then promptly sneezes.

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  5. Rec 62

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    “I don’t… I don’t want to sit down,” Shane said, glancing at Troy and taking a step backwards. “Why are you… Are you just…” Shane’s eyes fluttered back and forth as if he were reading a book in front of him. He was trying to make sense of the conversation. Shane’s eyes paused and he realized what was happening. Shane took one deep breath in and out, smiling wide.

    “Shane,” Ilya started, reaching for Shane’s wrist. It was already too late. Shane had turned around and bolted out of the bar in one fell swoop. “Shit!” Ilya shouted. The crowd around the billiards table all shared confused glances with each other.

     

    OR: Drunk Shane is a runner. He runs. He steals a cat.

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