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    Hollander stepped closer to the windowsill. Between a pair of empty designer vases sat a cheap ceramic lucky cat, white, with one paw raised. Hollander brushed his thumb over a small chip in the glaze. Somehow, looking was never enough for him. Whenever he liked something – the picture in the living room, the leaf, now this cat – he reached out and touched. Ilya remembered how, the night of their first hook-up, Hollander had touched him first too: fingers curling around Ilya’s arm, as though physical contact were the only way to make sure he was real.

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    House fic! Ilya longs for a home house. (Un)fortunately, his hockey nemesis is a hopeless real estate and architecture nerd.

    A reimagining of the drought years (2011-13 - less of a drought in this version...) with heaps of yearning, some angst, Ilya driving fast cars, Shane drawing floor plans, the Hollanders, and cats. They take turns rescuing each other until they find their way home.

    Now complete!

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    06 Jul 2026

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    Demo features include:

    • Brief romance routes
    • Hockey environment
    • Branching choices that shape relationships and outcomes
    • Extremely bad decision-making opportunities (yours and theirs)
    • A concerning amount of hockey (not!)

    • Ongoing WIP. New scenes and dialogue coming soon. Not affiliated with any real persons, teams, or organizations.
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    06 Jul 2026

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    One unlucky hit on the ice, and Shane loses more than he could've imagined, or: the romance novel amnesia AU that nobody asked for and that I felt compelled to write anyway.

    Shane—Shane was alive. He was alive, and in the best hospital in Montreal, and being monitored by a vigilant team of doctors and nurses. The machines that were attached to him proclaimed his life. There was his heartbeat: 62 beats per minute. His blood oxygen was 99%. There were all sorts of other numbers and charts, none of which alarmed the nurse who had bustled in and then bustled out again. That meant that everything was good—except for the fact that Shane had not woken up yet. That, Ilya knew, was very, very bad.

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    06 Jul 2026

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    The universe had decided Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov were perfect for each other, so it sent them an unmistakable sign. Unfortunately, the two of them have a lot of practice in mistaking things. So the universe tries again, and again.

    Or: how many soulmate tropes does it take to get two oblivious hockey boys together?

    “Dude, did you get a tattoo?”
    Shane looked over. Shelly, who had the stall next to his at the CN Sports Complex locker room, was staring at Shane’s left arm.
    “Uh, no?”
    “What the fuck is it, then? Looks gnarly as hell.”
    Shane looked down at the dark squiggly shape on his delt, an irregular blob slightly bigger than a loonie. Its edges were a series of indentations and protrusions, kind of like a jigsaw puzzle piece. If he’d seen this on anyone else, he would’ve assumed it was a tattoo, too. A shitty one that should be lasered off ASAP.
    “I don’t know,” he said. “It kinda showed up out of nowhere, like, last night.”

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    05 Jul 2026

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    Still, Ilya can’t help but click back into that stream of the game they’d just played against Ottawa. The streamer’s mic is just as shitty as the footage, but his voice has a soothing quality, and Ilya almost lets that lull him into a strange sort of calm as he pulls his fries from the oven.

    Almost.

    Because then the broadcast shows this nifty little steal Ilya made earlier, and sh24_hockey stops on that frame. “Sloppy play from Rozanov here,” he announces through the staticky background noise, which – what?


    Being at the top of the league is a lonely endeavour – until Ilya finds an annoying streamer with astonishing insights, who is strangely familiar…

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    04 Jul 2026