covenant_of_crows



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    Just a series of fanfics, normally one-shots, inspired by my actual life.

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    That’s what made Shane freeze, because if he was quiet and small then he could escape.

    Escape what? Ilya? They’re hockey players, they’re loud and rough and brash, it’s normal for them. It’s practically a love language they’ve been learning for over a decade. They barely argue either, nothing real, nothing concrete that isn’t just a softer version of chirping. The only time it’s been real lately was -

    Oh, he thinks as he grips the countertop so tightly his knuckles are bone white, I did this.

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    Or, after the Boxing Day fight and the almost plane crash, Shane and Ilya are finally together again. It takes two weeks for everything they've built to nearly break.

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    12 Jun 2026

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    Ilya's stepmother dies during Shane's second year in Ottawa. That's when the nightmares start. And in the nightmares, there's something heavy and tight sitting on his chest. Something cold, something he's felt before. In the nightmares, he's thirteen and shivering and willing himself to fall asleep, to teleport one day further away from everything. He’s thirteen and someone’s lips are wet and cold on the shell of his ear. He’s thirteen and he's completely frozen. Someone’s standing over him and he needs to move, needs to get away, needs to hit and kick and scream, but his pants are coming off and he can’t hit her, can’t kick her, and the scream is dead in his throat. His mother raised him to never hit a woman, and so in his nightmares he closes his eyes, grimaces at the light that seeps through anyways, and waits.
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    A death brings unwanted memories back. Ilya struggles to remember, then struggles to forget. Shane struggles to get through to Ilya before it's too late.

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    11 Jun 2026

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    Ilya asked Shane’s father while Shane and his mother were talking outside: “Is boyfriends correct? Lovers is incorrect, but I am not sure what is correct.”

    “Well,” Mr. Hollander said. “‘Lovers’ is usually used for, hm, a mistress or an affair. Something kind of sordid. Though--you would say Romeo and Juliet is a play about two lovers,” he said. He paused his knife on the chopping board. “Somehow that’s right and using it for real people isn’t right. English is a damn funny language, Ilya."

    “Yes,” Ilya said from the bottom of his heart.

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    11 Jun 2026

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    PLANE CARRYING OTTAWA CENTAUR’S HOCKEY TEAM, COACH, PERSONNEL, REPORTEDLY LOST CONTACT, PRESUMED MISSING -

    Shane’s eyes scan over the words, once, twice. It’s not true. It’s some mistake. He knows it.

    “Lost contact?” Hayden asks, his tone a mix of concerned and confused. “What’s that mean? Like they lost their ability to communicate? Won’t that make landing hard?”

    J.J. frowns. “I do not think they will be landing,” he says solemnly.

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    The Ottawa Centaurs plane crashes in the Canadian wilderness. Shane tries to get answers while Ilya tries to stay alive.

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    09 Jun 2026

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    "Rozanov?" he says, almost without meaning to. Surely he's mistaken and is about to be told to fuck off. Or, even more alarmingly, he is correct, and then he is certain to be told to fuck off, and possibly punched in the face. The man shifts, eyes drifting from his drink up to Scott and— well, there's no denying it. The captain of the Boston Raiders is drunk in Scott's neighborhood dive bar.

    "Fuck," the response is slow, the delayed reaction of molasses spilling out of a jar carelessly knocked over on the kitchen counter. "I must have overdone it. I have summoned the Ghost of Hockey Past."

    Scott could just leave. He could turn on a heel, and leave this drunk asshole to discover on his own what consequences are.

    Because he's stupid, though, because he's nothing if not a responsible captain even when the drunken idiot in question isn't even one of his own teammates, and yes, because a small part of him can't help but love a good train wreck when he sees one, he sits down instead.

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    Or, Scott Hunter runs into Ilya Rozanov sometime around midnight after a game, and the two saddest, loneliest, most closeted hockey players in New York end up sharing more than they mean to.

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    07 Jun 2026