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    Cas dies and Dean starts referring to himself as a widower. This is somewhat confusing for everyone involved.

    (Inspired by *that* tumblr post; linked in notes)

    (Canon MCD not tagged because it's temporary)

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    17 Feb 2026

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  2. Rec 64

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    “I never got a chance to thank you,” Ilya said, before he could chicken out. “For what you did on the ice when you won the cup that year.”
    “Listen, I appreciate the sentiment, but I did that for Kip and me,” Scott said.   
    “Even so. When it happened, Shane and I were at a…turning point,” He replied, a little unsure of the best English word to use. “I almost let him go because I was scared. And because I did not see a future where this was a possibility." 
    He held up his left hand to show off the ring on his finger. It was all so new, Ilya’s breath still hitched sometimes when he caught sight of it. 

    While out on an accidental double-date after camp one night, Ilya thanks Scott for his bravery in 2017.
    ft some domestic hollanov fluff

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    When he presses the button on the doorbell, he hears the digitally-produced ding-dong echo from inside. There is a tiny box halfway up the adjacent wall that immediately beeps and emits Shane’s voice.
    “Hey, you can just leave it on the step, thanks.”
    Ilya presses his nose into the digital doorbell, which he knows to also contain a camera, and says, “Shane.”
    A pause.
    “What the fuck.”
    A brief cacophony of noise that Ilya can hear even from outside the house. The multiple successive thumps of something falling, Shane swearing loudly and the sound of what can only be a hockey game being paused on the television.
    He opens the door to reveal that he is nap-rumpled, wearing two pairs of socks and carrying a child in his arms. The only really surprising part is that the socks don’t match, though the child is interesting.

    Ilya takes an impromptu trip to Montreal. There are unforeseen consequences.

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    26 Jan 2026

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    Urgent missive from Napoleon to his wife Josephine: Home in three days. Don’t wash.

    “I’ve been thinking about what I want as a reward if you win,” Ilya says, stroking along the skin of Shane’s arm.

    Shane snorts into Ilya’s curls.

    “If I’m winning, why are you getting the reward?”

    Ilya stops his caressing and gives Shane a light smack.

    “Because I am your boyfriend now, not just a hookup. This comes with privileges.”

    “Oh yeah?” Shane rolls his eyes where Ilya can’t see him.

    “Yes. Like when you get awards, you must say I could not do this without support from my team, my coaches, and my partner. It’s me, the partner.”

    “Fine, fine,” Shane acquiesces, “What does my supportive partner want as his reward for my win?”

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    24 Jan 2026

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    Shane wipes his eyes, still catching his breath. "What, you don't have any Russian towns with rude names?"

    Ilya's dark brows knit together, his eyes drifting toward the ceiling as he mentally catalogs his homeland's geography. His fingers drum against the countertop, leaving small prints in the dusting of protein powder Shane spills. "There is Dobrye Pchely? Means kind bees."

    Shane's laughter fades into a soft, genuine smile. "Okay, but that is fucking adorable." He leans his hip against the counter and takes in the morning light catching the stubble on Ilya's jaw. "How is Russia cuter than Canada?" he marvels, voice warm with affection.

    Ilya's shoulders square defensively, chin jutting forward. "Russia is not cute. We have sensible names, not pant names!" 

    "There's also a town called Dildo," Shane tells him, eyebrows raised in challenge.

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