StealingYourBones

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    The doorbell rings just as Shane is finishing brushing his teeth – the first thing they rose to do, because he wants to kiss Ilya good morning – and he and Ilya exchange a confused look in the bathroom mirror. It's barely dawn, and Ilya's curls are adorably tousled from sleep as he scratches his ribs lazily, toothbrush dangling from the corner of his mouth. 

    Shane hesitates, then rinses his toothpaste out and runs a hand through his hair. "Fuck, it's probably anti-doping."

    No one else would be here at this hour – unless it's an emergency.

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    28 Jun 2026

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    Dylan starts playing around with video editing software after taking (and dropping) a community college media class in 2011. He may as well use the new skills to make something, so he makes a hockey video. This leads to him becoming the ‘Ilya Rozanov Fight Compilation’ guy – it’s the start of an interesting two decades.

    Or, the twenty years of Ilya Rozanov's MLH career as seen through the posts of one social media account.

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    27 Jun 2026

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    Chapter 14

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    He’s about to unlock the door when his phone buzzes, no doubt with an apology or an explanation. Someone screams outside of the bathroom. There’s a loud noise. More screams. What the-

    His phone buzzes again.

    Jane: don’t come out

    Jane: hide

    Jane: guns

    Jane: idk what’s happening

    Jane: call the cops

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    Shane, Ilya, Scott Hunter and a bunch of MHL players find themselves in a hostage situation in the middle of the Las Vegas award ceremony. (Mid-situationship, the year pre-tuna melt).

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    26 Jun 2026

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    “You have a ride back home, right? Please tell me you aren’t going to drive. You’ll crash one of your stupid sports cars and get a concussion. Or die.”

    “Awe, so sweet to me, worrying. But no, I am in Moscow. I have no good cars here, only shitty Marussia B2. Stupid purchase. You know, the B2 is just B1 but with fancier clothes? Look better than B1, though. B1 look like low-money 80’s future movie.” He makes an annoyed sound. “No. I do not have word. научная фантастика. What is movie type that has flying cars?”

    “Jesus,” Shane says, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk so much.”

    “You like my voice, da? So is no problem, for you.”

    “Fuck you. Do you mean sci-fi?”

    Rozanov makes a triumphant sound. “Yes, that! Sci-fi. B1 look like that meme of a cat’s face covered in cream. Ugly car. So, at least I have better choice. I can look at it and not wish to drive it off cliff and into garbage land.”

    “...You’re thinking of a landfill.”

    Or, Ilya keeps calling Shane at odd hours to talk about nothing and everything. Shane, for some reason he can’t quite rationalize, keeps answering. And texting. And then things get a bit out of hand.

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    22 Jun 2026

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    Some of the most gorgeous prose ever. Love how their dynamic is written <3 Chapt 13

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