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  1. It only took basically a decade but Shane finally has Ilya in every aspect. He should be celebrating and enjoying it, should be focused on slotting into his new team in Ottawa. Instead he's watching the news cycle with bated breath, waiting for the inevitable moment that his name pops up alongside words like "victim" and "Dallas Kent."

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  2. covered in love by

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    2026-08-15

    Ilya’s rough days are made easier by Shane – even if he’s not there.


    In a world where clothes and other belongings hold power, especially if they are handmade, Shane has more avenues of taking care of Ilya than his mere presence.

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  3. LILY: bored of me already, Hollander? LILY: is not nice to ignore me, sexy LILY: shane, seriously, are you ok? Another half hour passes, and he’s had enough. He calls in the next best reinforcement he can think of. Yuna Hollander answers on the second ring. “Hi sweetheart.” “Hey.” He tries to keep his voice even and calm, rather than panicked and uneasy, which is how he feels. “Have you heard from Shane?” “Shane? No, not since this morning. Why?” “I-” Ilya hesitates very briefly, sure suddenly that he is overreacting. How will it look to Shane’s mother, when he is home safe and sound, and his overly possessive boyfriend is calling every family member to check up on his location? “Ilya.” Her voice grows more serious. “What’s going on?” --shane gets into a car crash and doesn't answer his phone- worried & protective ilya ensues!-

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  4. biphasic by

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    2026-06-12

    “Go?” Rozanov repeats, and Shane thinks he manages to nod, thinks he manages to spin some kind of excuse that he knows Rozanov doesn’t really buy, but he needs to go. He needs to get out of here. He needs to find somewhere quiet and calm where he can ride out this panic and painful tightness until he can catch his breath again. He needs-

    He needs to go.

    “I’m sorry,” he says, turning heel and resisting the urge to just book it right for the front door only because he’d rather not have to explain to Hayden why he returned from a hookup with Boston Lily in men’s clothes that he certainly didn’t leave in.

    It’s not until he makes it halfway up the stairs to Rozanov’s bedroom that it occurs to him in a cold rush that it isn’t just anxiety that makes it this hard to breathe.

    “No,” he tells himself firmly, white knuckling the bannister and trying to take a deep breath just to prove that he can.

    It wheezes.

    (how the tuna meltdown is averted through the power of food allergies and anaphylaxis)

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  5. “It’s okay. I don’t need anything.” “I am not going to eat in front of you while you have nothing, Hollander,” Ilya scoffs. He plucks a can of cold ginger ale from the top shelf as casually as he can manage and slides it over the island, interrupting Hollander’s fidgeting thumbs. “You must be hungry, yes? It’s been hours since you left hotel. I can make something. Easy.” “Make… what?” he asks warily. Ilya rolls his eyes and tosses a look over his shoulder. “Do not worry. I will find something that works for your special hockey diet,” he teases. He reaches back into the fridge. “Tuna melt okay?” “No,” Hollander says primly. “And it’s a disease. Not a diet.” He pulls his hands out of the cold and turns, blinks. “What?”

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  6. When a feral alpha collapses on Shane’s doorstep, instinct collides with fear. Marked by scent, drawn by something neither of them can name, they circle each other in a fragile truce that feels dangerously like fate. or: Shane is an omega with a complicated past, Ilya is a feral alpha who is way too obsessed with him, and what follows involves scent-marking, unresolved feelings, sexual tension, buried secrets and so much emotional damage.

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  7. Five years ago, Ilya and Shane were building something fragile, pieced together from long days, small comforts, and a future they believed they still had time for. Until it ended. Now Ilya has climbed the ranks of the mafia, commands a region of his own, and knows better than to show weakness in rooms full of dangerous men. Then someone else walks in, with Shane at his side. He is polished, untouchable, and no longer Ilya’s. Shane says he left because it didn’t work out. Ilya knows he’s lying. Or: A mafia reunion fic about old debts, quiet sacrifices, dangerous men, and a love that endures, even when there is nowhere left for it to be safe.

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  8. What if Shane and Ilya had been drafted to the same team and fell in love as teammates instead of rivals?

    Shane and Ilya are both drafted to the Minnesota Nomads. What begins as new teammates building a friendship slowly deepens into a quiet, intense love neither of them expected.

    A story of teammates-to-lovers, found family, tragedy, and a love strong enough to survive even the coldest nights.

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  9. Ilya should have been scratched before the game against Montreal, but what was a little bronchitis in the face of Boston's legendary rivalry? When he collapsed during a face off, Cliff assumed he was going to be the one nursing his sick friend back to health. Instead, he became party to one of the best kept secrets in Major League Hockey.

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  10. tend(er) by

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    2026-03-27

    Shane should be here right now, should be in Ilya’s house. Ilya should be teasing him about being picky while going through delivery options for food on his phone. Shane should be discovering that Ilya has ginger ale in the fridge and the protein bars Shane mentioned liking in an interview in his pantry. He should be making out with Shane on the couch, sneaking a hand into his pants, teasing him about whether they can beat the deliveryman and arrive before he does. Shane was supposed to spend the night tonight, the Montreal team not set to leave until tomorrow afternoon because of potential bad weather in the morning. Shane should be fed and showered and ready to curl up in bed with Ilya tonight.
    But Shane is in a hospital.

    And Ilya is here.

    He pulls up Jane in his phone again. He presses call.

    “Hey, you’ve reached Shane Hollander-”

    Ilya closes his eyes and lets Shane’s voice roll over him.

    (canon divergence in which shane getting injured happens during a game in boston) (...which means shane then gets to go home with ilya to recover)

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  11. “What is the price you are willing to pay to be free?”

    After a failed raid, Captain Ilya Rozanov refuses to return empty-handed. He settles for a far more promising treasure: Shane Hollander, crown prince and the Queen’s only son. Taken aboard as ransom, Shane is meant to be nothing more than leverage in the negotiation between crown and pirates.

    However, the lines between Shane being a captive of the captain and something else entirely soon begin to blur. The closer the exchange comes, the harder it becomes for them to resist the pull between them. The noose around their necks gradually tightens, and soon they must navigate between love, the longing for freedom, and duty.

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    A Hollanov slow burn Pirate AU

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  12. Shane tries to remember, peering into the darkness surrounding the car with a furrowed brow. It hurts to move, and he feels something warm and slick sliding down his cheek.

    More blood, his mind supplies rather unhelpfully.

    He was driving after dark, but he shouldn’t have been. He wasn’t supposed to be. They had all night together, so why is he here?

    I already chose you, Hollander.

    Shane inhales sharply as his mind slowly fills in the gaps in his memory. They fought. Ilya told him to leave. Shane did.

    And then he crashed.

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  13. Ilya Rozanov doesn’t like asking for help, especially at four in the morning. Unfortunately, his appendix doesn’t care about pride. When the pain gets bad enough to force his hand—and Shane is hours away—he calls Yuna. She answers before the second ring. Ilya is dreaming about his mother. At least, he thinks he is. The dream is already slipping away by the time his eyes open and he jolts awake. He can’t remember what she was saying, or even if she was really there, but the feeling of her lingers in his chest. He has just enough time to register that before something else cuts in. A twisting, terrible pressure low in his abdomen. It’s deep and wrong and sudden enough to make him suck in a breath. He lies there in the dark, staring up at the ceiling, trying to get his bearings. It’s nothing, he tells himself because he has a team breakfast tomorrow and he doesn’t have time for this. He can’t afford to be dramatic about a random ache in the middle of the night. So he stays still. Doesn’t shift, doesn’t test it. He waits for it to fade on its own. It doesn’t. It gets worse. Just enough that it’s impossible to ignore. It pulses, sharp in a way that makes his jaw tighten. Sleep is clearly not happening. He closes his eyes anyway, stubborn about it, but every breath seems to set it off again. He wishes, as he does every night, that Shane were there beside him. But Shane is in Montreal, and Ilya is in his Ottawa house, alone in the dark. If Shane were here, he’d probably be sprawled half on top of him asleep, and Ilya would have to nudge him off his chest which would probably wake him up. Shane would probably already be asking what’s wrong… Okay, he thinks. Enough. Ilya shifts toward the edge of the bed, moving carefully, like that might make a difference. Maybe he just needs water or maybe there’s something he can take for the pain. His feet hit the floor and for one stupid second he thinks it’s fine— Then the pain spikes, sudden and blinding, and the room tilts violently. His knees give out before he can grab anything, and he goes down hard onto the floor, the impact jarring and loud in the quiet house. He lies there, gasping, curled around the pain, knowing with cold certainty that this is not something he can ignore. The anger comes next, sharp enough to almost cut through the pain. He’s furious with himself for lying there and being weak. He’s had so many hits on the ice, he’s lost count. He knows how to push through discomfort; it’s practically a job requirement. This shouldn’t be enough to put him on the floor. And then a worse thought slips in, quiet and horrifying that makes him feel so alone, alone and scared. What if he dies like this—alone on his bedroom floor, the house dark and empty, no one even knowing something is wrong. The idea makes his heart race, panicked and uneven. What if he never sees Shane again? The thought is unbearable. He tries to shove it away, to replace it with something simple. He tells himself to get up. To move. To stop being ridiculous. He digs his hands into the floor, tries to push himself upright. It’s not determination so much as instinct. He drags himself across the floor, slow and awkward, the movement setting his stomach on fire. His phone is still on the nightstand. The distance to it feels ridiculous, like it’s on the other side of the house instead of just a few feet away. He gets there eventually and fumbles it into his hand, fingers slick with sweat. The screen lights up the dark. 4:07 a.m. He opens a text to Shane anyway. The blank screen stares back at him. He can picture Shane waking up to it, groggy and alarmed before he’s even fully conscious. Texting him in the middle of the night would send him straight into panic mode, and Ilya can’t do that. He doesn’t want to be the reason Shane spends the rest of the night terrified hours away. He doesn’t know what he would even say. Hey, I think something’s wrong feels like too much. Another spike of pain rips through him, sudden and brutal, bright enough to wipe the thought clean from his head. His breath catches, vision blurring, and his thumb slips off Shane’s name as the decision is made for him. He calls Yuna. He isn’t entirely sure why. Maybe because she’s listed as his emergency contact on a dozen work forms and in his phone, so his brain goes to her automatically. Maybe because she’s close by. Maybe, secretly, because he loves Shane’s mother very much, and she’s the kind of person who will know exactly what to do. She answers before the second ring, and Ilya opens his mouth and realizes he has nothing. The words are tangled up and useless. English refuses to cooperate. For a split second he thinks, If I were still in Russia, I wouldn’t do this. I wouldn’t call anyone. I wouldn’t be this weak.

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  14. Tea, A Drink With Jam by

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    2026-02-08

    Ilya plays through a worsening fever, then learns to let Shane take care of him.

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  15. Ilya's first experience with sickness via an Elementary-aged child, featuring a clingy Ilya, a begrudgingly but very efficiently attentive Shane, and a cameo from their sleepy toddler.

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  16. In Vino Veritas by

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    Shane reached out without thinking, his fingers brushing against the rough fabric of Ilya’s jacket sleeve. Ilya flinched away. “Dun’ touch me!” Shane blinked, thrown. “What the - ” “I already have boyfriend!” Ilya declared, pulling his jacket around himself like a shield. “Are practically engaged!” Shane just stared. “Ilya. It’s me.” “Only my boyfriend may unwrap me.” Ilya announced. “Is respect.” Ilya gets drunk and refuses to be touched by anyone except his boyfriend. Unfortunately for Shane, Ilya does not realize his boyfriend is the one taking him home.

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  17. “I feel stupid,” Ilya admits, the words slipping out thin and brittle. “I should be able to do this.” Shane pauses for a fraction of a second, then resumes, gentler still. “I know you think that,” he says. “But right now, your job is to be here and let me help. That’s it. You’re doing great.” *ilya is stuck in a depressive episode and shane helps him through it*

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  18. When Kip is injured in a hit-and-run, Scott Hunter arrives at the hospital to find Ilya Rozanov already there. The two form an unexpected connection after sharing a room, a long night, and dealing with the aftermath of something neither of them was prepared for.

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  19. Shane had truly believed that the worst was behind them.

    Mostly because his barometer for ‘worst’ had been recalibrated from a weighted mass of worry lodged in the base of his throat about league reactions, and the strain of hiding his heart, rewritten in an instant where he'd known that the worst was actually a notification bubble in a corner where it never showed, next to a name that taught Shane what it was worth to be alive at all; that opened up and spelled terror and the end of the whole goddamn world—but then it wasn't. They didn't end. Shane didn't lose. They made it through the worst.

    Surely that meant everything would be okay moving forward, since they'd already survived the worst.

    __________

    Or: Shane genuinely does believe they've made it through the storm, that the worst came for them and they walked out okay. Breathing. Alive. Together.

    Shane—waiting for his fiancé in a hotel room, watching the man he loves more than life collapse on the ice in high definition, the light vanishing from his eyes, the feed cutting just before a crash cart descends upon him—

    Shane realizes swiftly—painfully—that he was really fucking wrong.

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  20. Making Memories by

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    2026-01-18

    “What if I forget… everything?” Ilya swallowed hard. “I can’t forget you. I can’t forget us. I don’t think I could - ” “Nothing is happening tonight,” Shane reassured, "And if things ever get hard… you won’t go through it alone.” After a rough evening triggered by fears of Alzheimer’s, Ilya spirals in the only way he knows how - by skating harder. Shane makes sure he never has to face that fear alone by showing him that some memories are made to be shared.

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