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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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    17 Jun 2026

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    “I know you have been through a lot,” she says quietly, not bothering to wipe away the tears dripping down her cheeks. “I know you have been hurt more than I can even imagine. I need you to know— none of that was your fault. Nothing you did caused any of that pain. But you are not a child anymore. You are responsible for the way you carry yourself, for the way you respond to hard situations.”

    “I am trying,” Ilya says. “I promise, I am trying.”

    “I know you are,” Yuna says. “So am I.”

  2. Public Bookmark 19

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    Hunter, Bennet, Oregan, all of them are saying; what is the plan, Rozanov? Have you figured it out yet, Rozanov? As if he isn’t trying. As if he isn’t working on it. He’s trying to set it down, A to B to C, but he’s barely even started and it turns out he’s jumped from D to I, and F is suddenly a problem.

    Connors sends the Raiders’ group chat a video of Putin, edited to make him say he is gay, gay, gay and likes long big cocks, with backing music and little guys dancing. He thinks it’s supposed to be a message of support. It’s pretty funny. So. That cheers Ilya up a little bit.

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    Or; Ilya Rozanov applies for a visa, thinks about hair a lot, and keeps trying.

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    17 Jun 2026

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    Many teenagers don’t make it to professional hockey. Ilya was encouraged by his teachers to continue his studies, to stop bringing home Fs, to have a backup plan. Ilya didn’t say that Death, his constant companion, was his backup plan, because Ilya knew that would cause concern. Ilya just smiled and said, “I’m going to play hockey”, which was also true.

    It’s still true. If this doesn’t work- if Ilya is kicked out of the league, despite his best efforts, if he is deported because his visa is linked to his work, and his work does not want a faggot- then Ilya will kill himself. He has a bottle of helium gas from a party store tucked in the back of his closet, that he bought his first season. He has knives in the kitchen, a wide selection of nice cars to run in his garage, rope to hang himself with, a tree in the backyard tall enough to swing from. No pills, because Ilya can’t stand them, but plenty of other ways to die.

    But isn’t it all so strange? Ilya doesn’t want that to happen. He’s almost tempted to rehome the helium gas. He wants to stay here, on this broken continent, with Shane Hollander, and he wants to change, and he wants to start loving himself. He wants his hair to be soft.

    Maybe he’ll quit smoking. Or maybe not. Let’s not get too hasty.

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    It starts with Hollanov going viral for Shane kissing Ilya's hand in a grocery parking lot, and leads to the world seeing how painfully in love the two are.

    OR, Shane and Ilya being domestic and in love in public, as seen through the eyes of the internet and their friends, a social media, 5+1 Fic.

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    14 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 43

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    Spring in Ottawa is pretty beautiful, if you think it might be your last. Crocuses peek out from under the frozen ground, purple dots against the thin layer of snow. The days are getting longer. Ilya’s been spending a lot of time sitting in the sun and watching the gentle canopy of leaves stretch out across the water. He tries to be positive about it. He used to only get hours with Shane. Minutes. Two weeks between seasons at the cottage used to stretch out in front of him like a sun-soaked forever. Ten years of reaching out and two weeks of grabbing and touching and having. He used to live for those hours and minutes and seconds. Six months to five years, they tell him, and in the grand scheme of things, six months really isn't that bad. 

    Spring and summer, Shane and Ilya, and a life sentence that's all too short. 

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    14 Jun 2026

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    Actually shaking

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    Ilya Rozanov, over the years, as seen through the eyes of the people of Boston.

    A tall man in a heavy coat stops by their house’s fence, falling to a level squat and holding the back of his fingers through the slats like an offering. And there’s Mocha, her skittish Siamese, going right up to him. The cat Ashley’s had since she was a teenager, who hates strangers, who ran even from her little brother during that first year, shoving the flat of her head against this man’s hand and turning around so he can pet along her outstretched spine. In his other hand, there’s a cigarette. He pulls at it periodically, turning his head from the wind and blowing the smoke away from Mocha.

    “What the fuck?” she says aloud.

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    11 Jun 2026