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    Shane gets approximately ten minutes of feeling blissful and content after Ilya Rozanov leaves his apartment-

    -and then he has to bolt to the bathroom to get ill with a violence he hasn’t experienced since he was still conditioning for the season as a rookie.

    In the aftermath, he runs a cold washcloth over his face while swishing his mouth out and tries to convince himself that it had to have just been something he ate.

    He wonders if he should text Rozanov and give him a warning, but having to send a, “Thanks for taking my virginity, by the way I just puked my guts up and you might have caught whatever this is from me” doesn’t really seem like it’s a very sexy follow-up text to get from someone. As a “congrats on getting fucked” present to himself in honor of the occasion, he decides he’ll chalk it up to the sudden release of nerves and only send the text if it lasts past the night.

    (shane is EXTREMELY sensitive to nicotine) (the problem with this? he isn't actually aware of it and thus doesn't understand why fucking ilya rozanov sometimes makes him sick afterwards)

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    06 Oct 2026

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    “Shane,” he says, dread filling his stomach, “is this Boston Lily’s house?”

    “Maybe,” Shane says, dropping down another cooler with a loud bang. “But shhhhh,” he says, putting a finger to his lips, “you can’t tell, okay?”

    “Shane,” Hayden says, a little desperately. “Shane, we have to go.”

    “No,” Shane says, drunk and stubborn and pushing the doorbell about fifty thousand times in quick succession until Hayden pulls his arm away.

    “Shane,” Hayden says, nearly a plea, “listen, I know she broke your heart, but dropping off two hundred pounds of tuna isn’t-”

    Before he can finish telling Shane that a drive-by tuna fishing isn’t a cure for a broken heart, the door opens. When it does, though, it’s not some buxom Boston beauty in a silky negligee.

    It’s Ilya fucking Rozanov.

    Hayden’s one consolation in this mindfuck is that at least Rozanov looks equally surprised at finding himself in this situation.

    (while drowning his sorrows post tuna meltdown, shane ends up in possession of approximately two hundred pounds of raw tuna) (naturally, there's only one person he wants to gift with such a bounty)

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    05 Oct 2026

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    Good riddance, he thinks. Or maybe feels obligated to think. He’s not sure. It feels like a natural thing to think about a brother who hit you and insulted you and extorted you for most of your short, miserable time together. He’s thought about it before, Alexei dying. The life he lived had not been conductive to longevity.

    I am the last Rozanov, he thinks, and that is an emotion he can parse, finally: closure. Like setting the last piece down in a puzzle.

    It’s only after the first puff of smoke escapes his lips that Ilya remembers Alexei’s daughter.

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    Two years after he gets married, Ilya Rozanov receives the news that his older brother has died.

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    05 Oct 2026

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    [Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov sit in director's chairs in the Ottawa Centaurs locker room. Across from them in similar style chairs sits Zane Boodram, Wyatt Hayes, Luca Haas and Troy Barrett. There's a white board behind them that reads 'Shane or Anya' in bold block letters. Generic game show music plays in the background.]

    Ilya: Hi, I'm Ilya Rozanov.

    Shane: And I'm Shane Hollander.

    Ilya: And why are we here today, Shane?

    Shane: Because Harris is really quick to bring up our contractual obligation?

    Ilya: And?

    [Ilya gestures to their four teammates and the board behind them.]

    Shane: Oh, uh, I guess we're here to play a game or whatever.

    Ilya: Which game is that?

    Shane: You could just tell them, you know.

    Ilya: Yes, but that wouldn't annoy you.

    Shane: Our friends are here to guess whether a disgustingly sweet statement you made is about me or our dog.

    [An image of Anya, a medium sized brown and white dog wearing a strawberry patterned dog coat with bright pink dog boots on her feet flashes on the screen.]

    Ilya: And will this be an easy game, Shane?

    Shane: You'd think so, but no. No, I don't think it will be.

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    05 Oct 2026

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    A series of somewhat haphazardly connected social media fics that take inspo from pop/stan culture

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    [pt. 12]