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    In 2008, anyone who was vaguely aware of professional hockey made sure to keep an eye on the results of the IIHF World Junior Championships. It was slated to be the first competitive meeting between Canada's Shane Hollander and Russia's Ilya Rozanov, who were already making headlines since they were expected to soon become the highest overall omega draft picks in NHL history.

    or: the omega/omega hollanov au literally no one asked for

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    15 Jun 2026

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    or: the omega/omega hollanov au literally no one asked for
    — me I asked for it 🤗😌❤️🫰

    Hockey ass is great; omega hockey ass is on an entirely different level.
    — this shits awesome

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    Ilya Rozanov, newly retired former captain of the Ottawa Centaurs, has a busy year. Entrepreneurship, hockey and pregnancy wait for no one.

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    14 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    This was so good, sad and happy. The coding is so fucking good bro ❤️

  3. Public Bookmark 59

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    Five times Ilya doesn't ask for help until it's too late, and one time he asks just in time.

    5 + 1 in which Ilya has a habit of harming himself and not talking about it until after he has already done it. Warnings for talk of self harm, panic attacks, blood, and depression.

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    14 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 61

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    Again, Ilya feels the shame flare in his belly. He imagines his father across the counter from them, watching this unfold. Watching Ilya be babied by his fucking boyfriend over an injury. He remembered how he’d yell at his mother for babying Ilya, the word soft being thrown around a lot.

    But Ilya likes being babied. He likes watching Shane fuss and frown as he portions out the pills, filling a glass with Ilya’s favorite juice to wash them down with, then bustling up and back down the stairs with Ilya’s favorite pillow and the sleep mask he keeps in his travel bag for planes and hotels.

    He is soft. Weak too, probably. His father’s voice spits through his thoughts, sharp and disgusted. Ilya feels them settle on his shoulders, tug at his spine.

    “You okay?” Shane asks, hair messy from the shower, Ilya’s pillow against his chest.

    His father’s voice fades.

    “Yes, moya lyubov. I am okay.”

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    Or, a shoulder injury takes Ilya out for the season ten games into his second year with the Ottawa Centaurs. With one good arm and an empty house, Ilya battles with memories of his parents and his mental health.

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    14 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 77

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    Ilya. He is still sleeping fitfully in Irina’s bed, face crumpled and lips turned down. Irina leans over him and presses a single kiss to the crease between his eyebrows, and then leans back just enough to watch Ilya’s big, blue eyes blink open at her.

    She holds a finger against her lips, waiting until Ilya nods before she straightens up and beckons him to get out of bed. When Ilya is standing, Irina helps him into a clean sweater, his coat, scarf, and hat. Ilya looks terribly confused, but allows himself to be dressed like a toddler, watching his mother curiously but without question. He is twelve years old, certainly old enough to dress himself, and maybe Grigory has a point when he insists that Irina coddles Ilya too much, but, good heavens, that face, how could she not?

    It is not until Ilya notices the suitcase by the bedroom door that his expression changes. His eyes darken at first, and then his face screws up minutely, looking at Irina with thinly veiled horror.

    “Be completely silent, solnyshko,” Irina breathes. “We have to go.”

     

    Irina Rozanova chooses differently.

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    14 Jun 2026