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    Snapshots of the Ottawa Centaurs captain, Shane "walks my husband like a dog" Hollander and Ilya "media menace" Rozanov. Best if read chronologically but not required.

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    05 May 2026

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    Cliff doesn’t feel like he can ask, because “Him? Really? Why?” is a kind of a shitty return for the level of trust Roz has put in him. And Roz is a good friend. Maybe it’s a Russian thing, but once you’re in with him, you’re in. Under the chirpy asshole crap, he cares, he notices when you’re having a bad day and actually asks what’s up, and listens to the answer.

    But Ilya Rozanov loves huge porterhouses dripping with herb butter at fancy steakhouses, lines of shots on the bar, fast cars, movies with lots of explosions. Shane Hollander is probably on some kind of nutritionally optimized, plant-based diet and turns the lights out by 9pm sharp after reading his daily 30 pages of nonfiction. Nonfiction about hockey.

    How is this even a thing?

    Or

    Learning about Ilya Rozanov’s secret relationship with Shane Hollander is one thing. Making it make sense is another.

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    04 May 2026

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    “Holy shit, dude,” Hayden whispers, too loudly, as he pulls Shane away. “No way you were just talking to Ilya Rozanov.”

    “Uh, yeah. We just met. Wait, did he lie to me?” Shane asks, looking back over his shoulder where Ilya is now standing next to a short but very muscular woman with long black hair. “What does he play?”

    Hayden stops, so Shane does too.

    “You don’t know who that was?” 

    Shane makes a face that says ‘no shit’, and waits for an answer. 

    “Dude. You are so innocent. Ilya Rozanov, ‘Russia’s Greatest Love Machine’?” Hayden says, like it’s obvious. 

    Shane looks at him blankly, and then Hayden laughs. Not like, a chuckle. He full on cackles, bending over like he can’t even contain it. “Man, he’s like prolific.”

    “At what?” Shane snaps, because he’s getting really sick of not being in on the joke. 

    “He’s a porn star, man.” 

    “A-” Shane says, swallowing thickly. “What?” 

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    Ilya is a porn star, Shane is a hockey player, and their paths cross.

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    03 May 2026

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    Hollander is injured on the ice at an away game, then the media gets a hold of his medical information. Welcome to the shit show of guessing who his alpha is.

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    20 Apr 2026

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    Celeste Navarro:
    PAUSE.
    BACK UP.
    Did Jackie add Ilya to our WAGs group chat?

    Hannah Wilson:
    Is this even allowed?
    It kinda feels illegal.
    No offense, Rozanov. It’s just that you play for the other team.

    Ilya Rozanov:
    Is that…
    How you say? Double meaning?

    Celeste Navarro:
    HA!

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    Or the one where Ilya Rozanov has a minor crash out after learning Rose Landry is still in the Metros WAG Group Chat but he hasn't been added & now he must infiltrate the group because he is the ultimate wife.

    **This is a current crack fic WIP that accidentally developed a plot. I hope to have updates posted once a week-ish, but there is no publishing schedule.

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    20 Apr 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Incredible. Like. Wut.