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    These were just a couple kids, at the end of the day. Boys. Barely nineteen, though in a few months, their lives would completely change. They’d be the biggest new stars in hockey. It was almost a gift, in a sense, to witness them now, like this. Untouched by true fame.

    Just boys.

     

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    or, ten years of Shane and Ilya, as seen through the lens of the 2010 CCM shoot photographer

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    19 Feb 2026

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    Five times Shane Hollander doesn't ask for help (but gets it anyway) and once when he does.

    Or: A collection of incredibly gratuitous soft moments between your two favorite hockey players.

    Sister work to "The Only Exception."

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    10 Feb 2026

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    After waking from a particularly rough nightmare, Phainon becomes painfully aware of the Heir's instinctual reactions to him – eyes widening in momentary terror, shivering at the lightest, sudden touch. He knows they forgive him, but knowing they're afraid of him sometimes still pierces his heart like an arrow.

    And then, Mydei suddenly becomes distant.

    He spirals.

    A/N: Not abandoned, just busy atm!!!!!

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    04 Feb 2026

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    “There you are.”

    He jerks, head whipping around.

    Khaslana stands in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, leaning against the frame. In the dim room, his blue eyes shine, giving off an almost eerie light, pin him in place.

    Mydeimos clears his throat and properly turns around, wringing his hands. “Where else would I be?”

    “I don’t know,” Khaslana says, lips pursing, a crease in his brow.

    Shit, did he forget about something?

    “Maybe the training grounds.”

    Oh.

    “Fuck. Sorry, that totally slipped my mind.”

    “It’s fine.” His eyes dip to the box on the counter. “You went out to eat?”

    “Uh, yeah. Haephestion dragged me along.” He feels slightly guilty about lying to him for this, but he really wants to keep him and Audata’s efforts a secret for now.

    Khaslana makes a dull sound in the back of his throat. “Then I guess you’re not hungry?”

    “Not yet.”

    There’s a tension in the air Mydeimos can’t quite identify, though it's thick enough to weigh heavy in his lungs, makes him fumble with the bottom of his shirt.

    “Cipher’s grilling right now. I’ll just go alone, then.”

    “Wait- huh?”

    “It’s fine, really, Mydei. You look tired anyway. Go get some rest. I’ll join you later.”

    And with that, Khaslana turns and is out the door before Mydeimos can wrack his brain to say something.

    Listening to the door fall into the hinge, he chews on his lip, glancing back down at the leftovers.

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    For a second Ilya pauses, then he opens the door and steps inside. Yuna is sitting on the hospital bed with her leg wrapped in a cast. Besides her lifted leg, there are no obvious signs indicating anything even happened. They barely look at each other before wheezing laughter echoes throughout the room.

    Five times Yuna needs Ilya’s help and one time he needs hers.

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    30 Jan 2026

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    “It’s one of your superstitions, right?” Hayden asked. “Like my hat. It’s your good luck shirt.”

    Shane felt a chill run down his spine.

    He hadn’t thought anyone would notice. In truth, he’d barely noticed himself. It wasn’t something he was actively doing. It wasn’t like his weight circuit or his diet or his night routine. It wasn’t meditation or yoga or cross-training. Those were all things he did with meticulous, painstaking purpose. This was just… this was something else. This wasn’t thought driven. If he was being honest, it barely had to do with hockey. It maybe was one of the only things in his life that didn’t have to do with hockey. If he was stressed, he wore the shirt and it made him feel a little bit better. It just so happened that most of the time he was stressed about something to do with hockey. That was it. It was just a feeling.

    A feeling of calm that came from Ilya Rozanov’s shirt.

    OR: Shane accidentally wore Ilya's shirt back to the hotel after it things started to feel Too Real. What if he kept the shirt?

    OR: 5 Times Someone Noticed Shane's New Favorite Shirt + 1 Time Shane Realized Ilya Still Had His Too

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    18 Jan 2026