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    “-moya rybka, I am sorry, sweet girl-” Ilya is saying, on his knees in the middle of their living room and patting the rug near him with what looks like devastation on his face as Anya continues to ignore him, curled up on Shane’s lap instead. Fresh off of several stacked events to fit them into a weekend–because Shane’s mom is nothing if not efficient when it comes to the deals she makes–Ilya got home only a few minutes ago, still in the outfit he’d left his Buzzfeed puppy interview in, which Anya had clearly not appreciated, sniffing him suspiciously after her initial excited greeting and then retreating to Shane immediately when he patted his thigh in welcome.

    Shane is trying not to be obviously enjoying Ilya’s turmoil as much as he is, shifting Anya to lay on her back like a baby in one arm and cooing at her.

    “I know, huh? Papa left and played with who knows how many other dogs, and the whole time you were here missing him. I bet he wasn’t even thinking about you, huh?”

    “Hollander!” Ilya says, sounding scandalized. “Do not tell her that! Is not true!”

    (collection of standalone fics/ficlets prompted by my own tumblr posts) (will update as inspiration strikes)

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    06 Jun 2026

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    Ilya turned sharply towards the refrigerator and yanked open the door, hand moving on its own accord to the shelf where he kept his vodka. His hand stopped midair when his eyes finally caught up.

    The bottle sat exactly where it always did.

    And beside it?

    Five cans of ginger ale.

    Something sharp and vicious, dripping in rageful self loathing, twisted through his chest at the sight.

    He loved Shane Hollander.

    The realization was a punch to the gut. He almost laughed, bitterness coating his insides. Of course he did. Of course he was that stupid. Confusing sex for emotions. Pathetically falling for his rival.

    And worst of all, he was the biggest fucking idiot for believing there was even a remote possibility that Shane may love him back.

    OR - 2 times Ilya knew Shane could never love him (+1 time he was wrong).

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    03 Jun 2026

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    Shane has been weird all night.

    Well, no, Shane was weird when they went to bed last night, he was weird when he left this afternoon, and he has returned, from whatever the fuck he has been doing, weird.

    Because he has not “gone to the rink.”

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    OR, a handful of years into their marriage, Shane gets a tattoo. Ilya loses his fucking mind.

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    22 May 2026

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    Shane waits for his husband to come home while he's horny, tipsy, and wearing a Rozanov jersey.

    (can be read as a standalone)

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    20 May 2026

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    After a win in Chicago, Shane agrees to go out with the team.

    Ilya forgets his wedding ring. Shane notices.

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    18 May 2026