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    “Shane.” Ilya takes Shane’s head in his hands, squeezes his cheeks so that Shane looks puffy, absurd. Beloved. “I am saying that to me, even though you are retired, you will always be No. 1 hockey player. Fuck Wayne Gretzky.”

    That’s what does it, as Ilya knew it would. Shane rears back, spluttering, outraged, trying not to laugh.

    “Oh, I have committed blasphemy now. They will take back my citizenship, big crime, very sad.”

    Shane smoothes his hands along Ilya’s calves, rests his fingertips on Ilya’s ankles. “Fuck Wayne Gretzky,” he says. He looks like he can’t believe what he’s saying. Ilya wonders, distantly, if he can get it on tape to play back to himself when things feel particularly bleak. “We can live in exile together. I don’t care. You’re my, my best, my second best hockey player forever too.”

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    Shane decides he has to retire. Ilya, of course, will go with him.

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    23 Feb 2026

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    “He’s never given me any details about your sex life. But he did tell me once that you’d brought out a side of him that he doesn’t share with anyone else,” Svetlana said. “And that I’d never seen him like that before.” 

    “Oh.” Shane caressed the side of Ilya’s throat. He pressed his fingers against the warmth and remembered last night, how the world had both quieted and stretched around them. It made him feel brave. “Would you like to?”

    OR: Shane breaks his threesome rule. Kind of. [Standalone]

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    22 Feb 2026

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    Ilya was good at noticing things about people, and he was good at understanding them. Shane was not. That was okay. Shane had developed his own way of getting to know Ilya. It involved a lot of inane questions and, more importantly, no longer involved condoms.

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    22 Feb 2026

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    Were they actually fighting about Ted fucking Lasso? Shane buried his face in his hands and let out a long groan. Maybe he should’ve picked something else to watch, but it was right there, and it said continue watching, and it was so easy that how could he not? Plus, he’d been dying to know who was going to win the final match, because it turned out soccer was way more fun to watch when it was fictional.

    OR: Ilya and Shane discover that marriage comes with its fair share of arguments and most of them are silly. One of them isn't. (5+1 fic)

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    22 Feb 2026

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    “You know you chew on your pen a lot?” She asked, jaw slipping against her palm as she tried to keep herself awake. Again. Fair. “Like, a lot.”

    (Shane has an oral fixation and it’s ruining his life.)

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    18 Feb 2026