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    Shane’s eyes drop down, landing on Ilya’s mouth—except all that does is bombard him with fifty different images of what Ilya’s lips would look like with saliva dripping down his chin, cheeks rosy-red, gazing up at Shane with hazy, galaxy eyes as he lies naked and ruined in their sheets.

    And then, because Shane never learned how to control his lovesick mind when it comes to Ilya, that thought is immediately accompanied by the image of Ilya all fucked-out, his blushing face panting with the exertion of keeping his thighs spread, of being taken apart. He thinks about Ilya moaning and whimpering, hole fluttering helplessly as Shane teases it with his tongue, his fingers, his cock, thinks about Ilya begging for him, to let him cum—

    “Shane?”

    —and suddenly Shane’s hungry in a completely different way.

    (It’s 8:02 in the morning when Shane watches Ilya sleep—dead to the world, curls a mess, with drool dripping down pink lips and onto their silk pillows—and thinks, I want to fuck my boyfriend.)

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    09 Aug 2026

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    Eventually, Ilya's gaze drifts away from a poster detailing the horrors of skin cancer, moving to the man seated behind the desk, and—

    Oh.

    Okay. Not so boring anymore.

    Dr. Hollander is younger than Ilya expected; mid-thirties, maybe, with dark hair and warm brown eyes and dozens of faint freckles dotted over his cheeks. His white coat is fitted, stretching just slightly across his shoulders and snug around his biceps in a way that suggests he must spend quite some time at the gym. He's well-built, almost as well-built as Ilya, and Ilya is a damn professional hockey player. Which makes him wonder, briefly, what this man does in his off-hours besides poking at people’s skin.

    Mostly though, there’s a twisting happening deep in Ilya’s gut because, fuck his fucking life, Dr. Hollander is hot.

    (The Dermatologist! Shane x Patient! Ilya AU no one asked for)

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    09 Aug 2026

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    “Sorry…Who are you?” Shane builds up the courage to ask when he knows they’re alone again. The man’s piercing eye contact is making him squirm a little, but it’s not unwanted. It makes Shane's stomach flip actually. 

    “I am Ilya” 

    “Ilyaaaaa.” He tests the name out, it feels right. Familiar. He lets out a small giggle at how ridiculous he must sound right now. 

    The man’s eyes, Ilya’s eyes, soften and once again Shane feels his heart speed up.

    “You’re really handsome” Shane blurts, unable to filter his words. He quickly slaps his hands over his own mouth. He can definitely feel the blush creeping up his neck. 

    or, Shane wakes up from wisdom tooth surgery confused and unable to recognize his hot husband.

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    08 Aug 2026

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    Year one: season 2021-2022.

    Hello.

    I’m Luca Haas. Ottawa Centaurs right winger, Swiss, twenty-two years old, and currently dealing with what I would describe as an unfortunate amount of personal situations.

    First of all, Shane Hollander joined the Ottawa Centaurs.

    Second of all, Shane Hollander married my captain Ilya Rozanov over the summer.

    Bummer.

    Third of all, my apartment caught fire.

    Actually that one probably should have been first.

    Anyway.

    The newlyweds offered me a place to stay with them while everything gets sorted out. I felt obliged to agree since my captains offered and the alternative was staying in a hotel forever.

    So this is a literary documentation of how I somehow became a temporary roommate in the Hollander-Rozanov household.

    Very temporary.

    I think.

    I also started this journal because Ilya said it might help with homesickness and processing things.

    Currently processing: my apartment burning down, hockey, annoying newlyweds, increasingly concerning emotions about my captains, and whatever the fuck is happening to my life.

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    08 Aug 2026

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    It starts in Paris.

     

    “You can’t steal things just because you like them,” Sam tells Bucky, feeling innately that this is a losing battle, and Bucky cocks his head to the side, considers Sam very thoughtfully.

    “Really,” he says. “I’m stealing you, aren’t I?”

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