AWorldOnFire

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    “I would hope not,” JJ snorted, nodding as his eyes glanced at Shane’s shirt for a short moment. “Looks a bit big, Hollzy. Trying to put on some muscle and take my spot as Montreal’s enforcer?”

    Shane frowned, glancing down at the shirt he had thrown on without a second glance. He wasn’t proud of the way he let his alarm run through, keeping him twenty minutes late from the schedule he had planned in his head. It was fine, he reached the airport on time (and was earlier than half of Team Canada). But it had left him frazzled.

    So frazzled that he hadn’t even stopped to think about the shirt he pulled on.

    His cheeks burned with stark realisation as he glanced down at the black Bauer shirt he was wearing. It wasn’t his, and JJ clearly knew that too considering it was at least two sizes bigger than the ones Shane usually wore.

    Because it was Ilya’s.

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    Or, Shane's habit of stealing clothes from a certain blond Russian and being caught red-handed a few times.

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    "Not because he is gay," Ilya says as if to a child. "Because Scott Hunter is seven million years old. It's not right. He should not be with someone so young."

    Shane throws him a tiny, perfect smirk. "When Scott Hunter was his age, he wasn't even born."

    "Exactly! You get it, Hollander," Ilya says, using the excuse to throw an arm around Shane's shoulders. "We must stage intervention. Cannot let nice young man be cradle-snatched."

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    It’s dim inside, faint morning light coming from the barely slitted blinds.

    She sees them right away. Ilya is slumped over another man in bed, fingers combing gently through his hair while their mouths slide together. It’s a slow, sweet kiss. Not a precursor to sex. Sympathy clenches in her chest.

    Oh. She shouldn’t be watching this.

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    Svetlana finds out.

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    The thing was.

    The thing was that people knew Shane was married to him. To Ilya fucking Rozanov.

    So he could not fucking understand why the photographer kept hitting on his husband.

    Or: The Centaurs are involved in a sexy photoshoot.

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    Shane stares down at his phone screen in utter, abject horror.

    He doesn’t know what happened. How his thumb managed to slip and hit send. He was backspacing—he’s absolutely positive he was backpacking—because no way in hell would he have actually sent a message to Rozanov whining about the fact that they didn’t kiss. There’s no reality in which that makes sense and doesn’t make him look like an idiotic, obsessive, overly attached freak.

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