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    Ilya picks up on the third ring, breathing heavily into the phone. Shane hears a door slam shut through the device. “Do not yell at me.” 

    Shane stares at the half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table. “You suck.”

    “I suck? I scored hat-trick! In your stupid body! I have not eaten in six hours, Hollander. I have not pissed. I have not laid down. I want to go home.” 

    “Rozanov–” 

    “Your mother has called twenty times. Your manager has called thirty times. Your father text me picture of crossword puzzle and ask for help. Clue is about American President from the 1980s. I cannot help!”

    OR: the hollanov bodyswap fic. 

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    13 Jun 2026

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    What if there was a player who got transferred to Ottawa who wasn't as cool as the rest of the team with Ilya and Shane's newly discovered relationship?

    When Ilya hears something aimed at Shane on the ice, he would like a word. Many words.

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    “Say. It. To. My. Face,” Ilya repeated, every word spit out from between clenched teeth, his accent heavy, anger dripping from his voice.

    In his peripheral vision, he saw Bood and Dykstra approaching and he held up a hand to stop them.  This was between him and Petrov.  He would take care of this on his team.

    “I will not do that,” Petrov finally replied, his eyes darting to somewhere behind Ilya and then back. “You’re my teammate.

    “I’ am your captain,” Ilya hissed.  “You say it to him, you can say it to me.”

    Petrov swallowed, and for the first time, glanced around him as if to ask for help from his other teammates, none of which would come to his defense right now because Ilya had told them to hold.

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    11 Jun 2026

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    That’s why it was weird for Ilya to be smiling at his phone right now. Until recently, Ilya never smiled at his phone, so Cliff knew there was a girl, and, Captain or not, Cliff was definitely going to tease the shit out of him.

    “Are your slutty ways behind you, Cap?”

    Rozanov looked at Cliff curiously. “What are you talking about, Marly?”

    “You’re smiling and blushing at your phone, Rozy,” Cliff smirked.

    “Russians do not blush.”

    Cliff waved him off. “You’ve tried that on me before. I’m still not buying it because I can physically see you blushing.”

    “Is hot in room,” he grumbled. “Is not blush.”

    “Whatever you say,” Cliff chuckled before pressing further. “So are you pretending there isn’t a girl you’re texting right now?”

    “I am not texting girl,” Ilya replied matter-of-factly. As if Cliff would believe he wasn’t texting a girl right now.

    “Don’t know of any men named Jane.”
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    or: 5 times Cliff Marlow brought up Montreal Jane + the 1 time he finds out who that is

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    08 Jun 2026

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    @HarveySmth76: 
    So, Dallas Kent's teammate just tweeted this: 

    Rozanov isn’t any better, though. Like we all know it. Dude's banged like a thousand women. Bet if even just a few of them talked, you'd all be shutting up about Kent pretty quick. 

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    Dallas Kent’s teammate makes a bigoted assumption. A very loud, very incorrect assumption. Twitter eats him alive.

    Because, yes, Rozanov has slept with a lot of women and they have a lot to say. About consent and check-ins and that accent.

    #OkIWillTalk is trending, as is #SexGodOfTwitter. Toronto Survivor's Legal Fund is finally gaining some traction. And Ilya is definitely going to punch Kent. Again.

    Told through twitter snapshots and extracts from the Ottawa Centaurs Group Chat. 

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    07 Jun 2026

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    Shane’s heart drops into his stomach. “Ilya,” he breathes. His vision goes blurry, throat tight. He tries to swallow it down and focus, shove his swirling thoughts into a neat little box, but it’s impossible. He feels—he might throw up, actually. “Are you seriously telling me you tried to fucking kill yourself?”

    “Yes,” Ilya agrees blandly, “It did not work.”

    Ilya calls Shane from the hospital. Shane handles it very normally.

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