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    If Ilya Rozanov was set to be branded for life in the space above his butt crack, he was damn well going to pay a premium for it.

    Booking with one of the most exclusive tattoo studios in North America was the easy bit.

    Having his brain melted into oblivion by Shane Hollander’s steady hands and even steadier voice was decidedly not part of the plan.

    Or, the one where tattoo artist Shane is very good at giving instructions.

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    02 Jul 2026

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    The first sound Ilya hears is a thin, discordant symphony of beeps and whirs. Something vibrating. 

    The next thing he hears is…wet. A sort of shaking, gargling sound, that feels like the ugliest crying he’s ever heard. And through it, Shane’s voice. 

    “I’m with him now, mom. He’s— he’s not fine. He’s not. I know—”

    Ilya wants to ask who's not fine, but he can’t feel his own body, his mouth, enough to ask.

    “Yeah,” Shane is saying, only slightly calmer. “I know. He wasn’t breathing—"

    Ilya knows there's a link, between the clinical musicality of medical settings, Shane’s audible, awful distress, and his own physical incapacity. It’s just, it’s so tenuous, and the air around him is so thick, so heavy. It would be easy, to sleep, a little. 

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    Footage of the last game between Ottawa and Montreal is everywhere; it’s breached containment from the sports world, and now it seems like everyone is baying for Montreal’s blood. Except, Ilya is oblivious. Not exactly blissfully so, but as the fight for accountability within the league rages on without him, Ilya just wants someone, anyone, to tell him what happened.

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    24 Jun 2026

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    Shane is in a post-game interview when his world stops.

    He’s just answered a question about Montreal’s offensive strategy going into the game. Clean passes, avoid penalties, draw defenders wide. It had worked and the Voyagers had beat Colorado soundly, 4-1. Shane had scored two of the goals and assisted on a third.

    Usually, Shane would be eager to boast about the win to Ilya. But ever since their fight- since Ilya told Shane to leave- winning feels hollow. Losing feels better, somehow. As if Shane deserves to lose after being so selfish. Ilya gave up everything for him- his home, his team, and to some extent- his happiness. Hockey. Ilya gave up hockey- good hockey- for Shane.

    A ripple goes through the room of reporters. Shane swears he hears the word ‘Ottawa’ and ‘crash’. But no one is paying attention to him anymore.

    “What’s going on?” he asks into the microphone, feeling strange at the role reversal. Usually, he’s the one being asked questions.

    No one answers. And this time he knows that he hears the word ‘Ottawa’ and ‘Centaurs’.

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    Shane rushes to Ilya after the almost plane crash. Their secret is no longer a secret.

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    21 Jun 2026

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    Ilya wins MVP. Shane wears Ilya's gift to himself during the ceremony, driving him crazy with the filthiest mouth.

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    Ilya's fingers tightened on his chin, his thumb stretching up to rub across Shane's mouth. "What the fuck did you just call me?" His voice was practically vibrating, his eyes flashing down at him.

    Shane stared up at him in confusion for a second. What did I say? He thought as the memory of less than a minute ago settled over him.

    Daddy

    His eyes went wide and blood rushed to his face as embarrassment hit him like a truck. "Oh, baby... I..."

    Ilya released his face to curl his fingers around Shane's throat. "No, Shane. Say it again."

    Shane blinked. "What?"

    "You heard me." Ilya's thumb pressed into Shane's lower lip, dragging it down slightly. "Say it again."

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    13 Jun 2026

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    Shane and Ilya go out to a club in NYC with their friends

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