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    Everyone knew that love could heal. With just a kiss to the cheek or forehead, it could heal papercuts and little scrapes. And there were rules, of course. It could only be healed by a kiss, the press of lips to skin of the injured person. The more kisses shared between two people, the more potent the magic became. The love had to be mutual and genuine. The intensity of love altered what one was capable of healing. Stronger love could heal wounds that were deeper, concussions and diseases and gashes large enough to need stitches. Nothing much bigger, though.

    Unless you were soulmates.

    Soulmates were supposed to create such a bond that they could heal anything that afflicted their soulmate. The love between soulmates still had to be there, but the magic was more potent. The stronger the bond between soulmates, the more they could heal. There were even a handful of cases where a person had brought their soulmate back from the dead. A love so pure, so strong, so genuine, that it reached beyond death, that it pushed air into lungs and restarted a heart. All healed with a true love’s kiss.

    These were just stories, though. And, besides, soulmates didn’t exist anymore.

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    “You…wanted to see me?” He asks, barely resisting a wince at how awkwardly it comes out. “After yesterday-” He stops, swallows.

    Hollander makes a face–one of Ilya’s favorite faces, in fact–that says he’s a little embarrassed about what he’s about to say. Ilya feels his chest go a little tighter, wondering if Hollander has had time to reconsider, if he’d even planned to reach out after the game, apologize for spooking and running, ask to come ba-

    “Did something…happen yesterday?” Hollander asks.

    Ilya stares at him.

    (the accident that takes shane out for the season happens the day after the tuna meltdown) (...it also takes his memory of the tuna meltdown with it)

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    29 May 2026

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    The pounding on the door is what jolts Shane awake. Instinctively he tries to jump to his feet and rush to get it, but a heavy weight around his torso and on top of his legs prevents him from moving. As consciousness slowly returns to him, breaking through the haze of his hangover—and possible still-drunken state—he realizes that he is being held by Rozanov.

    “Shane Hollander, open the door, now!”

    “Oh my god, oh my fucking god. Jesus fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fucking hell. That is my fucking mother.”

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    After getting drunk at the 2016 NHL Awards, Shane Hollander wakes up married to Ilya Rozanov

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    28 May 2026

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    There had been a tragedy. The Ottawa Centaurs' plane had crashed in northern Georgia, during the course of their flight from Carolina to Tampa. They didn't know much else yet. All NHL activities were suspended for the next seven days.

    Wait, what?

    At seventeen, Shane Hollander met the love of his life. At twenty-nine, gravity took him away.

    Shane wishes he’d died, too.

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