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    My little-worlded self! the shadows pass
    In this thy sister-world, as in a glass,
    Of all processions that revolve in thee:
    Not only of cyclic Man
    Thou here discern'st the plan,
    Not only of cyclic Man, but of the cyclic Me.
    Not solely of Mortality's great years
    The reflex just appears,
    But thine own bosom's year, still circling round
    In ample and in ampler gyre
    Toward the far completion, wherewith crowned,
    Love unconsumed shall chant in his own furnace-fire.

    excerpt, “from the night of forebeing” - francis thompson

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    Cliff would probably remember if he was there when Ilya met a woman so earth-shattering that he would chase after her for nearly a decade. Probably. Cliff thinks he would probably notice something as life-altering as a meeting like that. Who on earth is this woman and how did they find each other? Did Cliff watch Ilya’s life change before his eyes and not even realize what was happening?

     

    In the fall of 2017, Cliff Marlow notices evidence of Jane all over Ilya’s apartment. He decides to investigate.

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    25 Jun 2026

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    He’s just about ready to doze off—his ritualistic pre-dinner, thirty-minute nap—when, suddenly, Ilya says, “Huh. Interesting.”

    Shane cracks one eye open. “Hmm?”

    “Oh, nothing, малыш,” he replies, though his brows are furrowed when he says it. Shane’s even more curious now.

    “No, really, what is it?”

    Ilya must lose some internal debate; a deep sigh leaves his body before, wordlessly, he turns his phone to Shane.

    The bright light makes him squint, still not used to Ilya and his affinity for both using the light-mode feature and turning the brightness in his phone to a maximum. He forgoes scolding him when, after his eyes have adjusted, he reads: Metros acquires Fil-Canadian Rivera; second Asian player in franchise history after Hollander.

    At first he thinks, oh, that’s my name. Shane hasn’t seen his name mentioned remotely near the words ‘Montreal Metros’ ever since he transferred to Ottawa three years ago. Then, and this is when it finally dawns on him, Shane thinks: second?

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    23 Jun 2026

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    assimilation as violence; assimilation as survival.

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    “I don’t really think about stuff like that,” Shane replies in interviews, his lips wooden at the words.

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    Shane and being haafu, 2nd gen, and Asian.

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    22 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    How could Shane explain it to Ilya, being barely Asian, essentially white, but not fully white, slowly forgetting what made you Japanese before you knew it, and then, what, your boyfriend decides to learn the damn language, ask your mom about it, without even asking you? Asking if you’re still Japanese enough for the effort to be worth it?

    this fic broke my heart in the best way. i teared up in multiple places, just hurting for shane and relating all too well, even if none of it was written to be a complete tearjerker... promise one day i'll get therapy to deal with these hangups too, but like shane, it's easier to just be and not think about it.

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    “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Shane says when he walks into Station 24 for the first time.

    “Hollander,” says none other than Ilya goddamn Rozanov, “Are you lost?”

    (or: a literal heated rivalry)

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    22 Jun 2026

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    “Mmm. You want it bad,” Ilya purrs, teeth grazing the column of his throat.

    “Yeah,” Shane whines, hating how petulant it sounds. A fresh flare of determination rises up in response. “Just give it to me. Ilya. I can—just go hard. Just make it fit.”

    Ilya laughs quietly, incredulously. It’s hot against Shane’s ear. “Make it fit."

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    Or: in the midst of a stressful season, Shane's a little... out of practice. He's not gonna let that stop him getting what he wants.

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    22 Jun 2026