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    Yuna and Ilya might not be close yet, but she certainly isn’t going to abandon him in some random Ottawa hotel room when he’s sick. And Ilya's powerless against these Hollanders — their earnest kindness, and their insistence on caring about him as though he deserves it.

    Or: Yuna + Ilya's mortifying ordeal of being known.

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    21 Jun 2026

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    "No m'not," Shane said, somehow pressing his face even more into Ilya's body. "All I ever did was play hockey. Now, I don't know what I'm gonna do. I hope we have a baby soon."

    The car went quiet at that. When Shane looked up, Ilya was looking out the window, jaw set.

    "S' something wrong?" Shane asked. He ran his fingertips along the warm skin of Ilya's forearm.

    Ilya turned back to face him, expression softened. Whatever pensiveness had taken hold of him was gone.

    "No. Everything is perfect."

    After sixteen seasons of professional hockey, Shane Hollander retires from the NHL in the interest of starting a family with his loving husband. It's maybe a little earlier than he would've liked, but with his thirty-five year old knees beginning to protest, it makes sense.

    He's happy. He and Ilya have been working towards this for nearly a decade.

    He's also terrified, wondering if this is the biggest mistake of his life, and thinking that maybe he should take it all back. But mostly, he's happy.

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    20 Jun 2026

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    Shane Hollander is a man who thrives on structure, routine, the solid ground of a ten-year plan. Ilya likes that about him, likes the embracing squeeze of having a life organized in tandem with Shane.

    No one would call Ilya a man who thrives on structure. But it’s there, if not in his DNA then in the patterns of his brain. A call-and-response of: they do this, I do that.

    When Ilya’s life is flayed open for the world to dissect, how will they push-and-pull their way back towards what was once a well-organized life?


    “I thought we could go through the schedules and figure out what days we’ll be in the same cities this season, or when either of us have a couple of days off in a row. Maybe make a shared calendar, so we c—”

    “A sex calendar? Your parents are arriving in thirty minutes, and you are proposing making a sex calendar?” Oh, this was delicious. He’d be able to eat out on this for years, if Shane was willing to give him that long.

    “It’s not a sex calendar! It’s just … when we might be able to see each other,” he finished, already sounding defeated.

    “And what are you planning on doing when we are seeing each other? Not fucking?”

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    13 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 19

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    Sveta was worried.
    It had been a week since Ilya had last texted, and now he’d left her on read for two days.
    And so she stood in front of the giant glass shoebox he lived in twenty minutes outside of Boston. Willing herself to walk inside.

    Or, a depressive episode after the 2014 Olympics.

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    13 Jun 2026

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    They sat in silence for a few seconds and watched the surf rolling in and out, in and out. Shane eased one knee up, resting his arm across it, watching Ilya out of the corner of his eye with infinite patience.

    “You wanna talk about it?” he asked, voice soft enough that the wind almost stole it.

    He did want to talk. His chest was full of words. Too full. But the idea of opening all that up? Of watching Shane recoil, or worse, watching him care? It was unbearable. The thought of being comforted by Shane, of feeling that warmth and knowing he couldn’t keep it, nearly crushed him.

    Ilya kept his eyes on the water, jaw tight.

    Shane reached out slowly and carefully and let the tip of one finger trace the outside of Ilya’s forearm. Just a whisper of contact. A question, not a demand.

    Ilya looked at him. Shane gave a small tilt of his hand, beckoning him closer.

    “Come here.”

    ****

    A deviation from the All-Star weekend in Tampa:

    Instead of finding Shane on the bench, it’s Ilya alone with his ghosts and falling apart in ways he never lets anyone see.

    Until Shane sits beside him.

    The tide is ceaseless and the night is heavy. Canon diverges; feelings don't.

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    01 Jun 2026

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