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    Yuna semi-accidentally reads some texts from "Lily" to her son, and comes to exactly the right conclusion. What she does with that conclusion might or might not also be the right thing.

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    Yuna knocks crisply on the giant metal door, and moments later the man himself throws it open. Rozanov is shirtless and smirking in low-slung Adidas sweats. Then he sees her, and the smirk drops into a shell-shocked gape. He goes, eloquently, “uhhh…”

    Yuna gives him a narrow-eyed once-over. She doesn’t… not see what Shane might be attracted to. “Thank you for meeting with me,” she says, and uses the ostentatious size of his doorway to slide past him and into his open-plan kitchen. “I think we have some things to talk about.”

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    25 Jun 2026

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    The more he thinks about it, the more Shane feels like getting comfortable with PDA — conquering PDA, even — is something he should be able to do. From a very practical perspective, it’s really no more than setting a goal and working towards achieving it. And he is, after all, a professional goal achiever.

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    09 Jun 2026

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    09 Jun 2026

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    WHOOPS Part 2:

    Ilya's standing in the center of the set, under lights bright enough to count as a fucking war crime from the way they make his head pound, wearing his full lower gear - pads, pants, skates - and absolutely nothing else from the waist up except for approximately five million dollars worth of diamonds draped around his neck like he's some kind of feral Russian soocialite. Which Shane supposes he kinda was, in a previous life.

    There's fake blood trickling from his nose. Artfully smudged across his upper lip. Someone's mussed his hair just right, that perfect post-fight chaos that makes him look dangerous and untouchable and so stupidly hot that Shane wants to bite something.

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    07 Jun 2026

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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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    04 Jun 2026