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  1. “Shane,” Ilya whispers. “Yes?” “What is wrong?” “Nothing,” Shane says. “It’s great.” “Hollander. You look like you will throw up or cry into fire. Both will ruin mood.” --- Shane and Ilya have to leave the cottage eventually. Shane spirals about it. Ilya makes it better. Shane is trying very much to enjoy his last evening with Ilya at the cottage. He is trying so much that he feels queasy. All he can think about as Ilya strokes his back and kisses his hair while they sit by the fire, is less than fourteen hours now. Thirteen and a half. Thirteen and a quarter. He can’t bear thinking of Ilya leaving, but he also can’t not think about it for even a second. “Shane,” Ilya whispers. “Yes?” “What is wrong?” “Nothing,” Shane says. “It’s great.” “Hollander. You look like you will throw up or cry into fire. Both will ruin mood.” And Shane definitely can’t tell Ilya what’s actually wrong because then he won’t just have ruined what’s left of the mood, he’ll have completely destroyed it, and then Shane fucking up will cast a shadow over their entire time here and Ilya will always think that it wasn’t actually that good and maybe he won’t want to come back, ever, and - “Shane. You said to say what we really feel while we are here. Say what you need.” “Fuck me,” Shane says. “Make me stop thinking about tomorrow.” Ilya kisses him, softly. “Okay,” he says. “Would you like it if I take these dishes inside and clean up and you go to bed and get yourself ready for me?” A gasp escapes Shane’s mouth, he can’t help it. The thought of lying in his bed, opening himself up while Ilya is loading the dishwasher down the hall, has him half-hard already. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Yeah, I’d like that.” Ilya grins, and kisses him again. “Get started. I will see you in few minutes.” Only once he’s naked and fucking himself open with two fingers does Shane realise that he left the bedroom door wide open. It wasn’t on purpose, not really, except somehow it was. He can hear the clinks of cutlery and plates, the sliding of the dishwasher racks. He closes his eyes and pictures Ilya moving around the kitchen, unhurried, sure that Shane will be ready exactly when Ilya will want him. Shane still can hardly believe that Ilya is here, much less how settled he seems. But he won’t be settled here any more in thirteen hours. Shane forces his thoughts back to the present. Ilya will be with him soon. Shane wants to be ready, wants Ilya to be proud of him. Ilya will make him forget all about tomorrow. Just the anticipation is driving Shane wild. He wraps his free hand around his cock, stroking himself a couple of times, just to take the edge off a little. It doesn’t work, and he ends up moaning more loudly than he intended. He hears Ilya laugh from across the hallway. “Hollander, slow down. I still have to soak pans!” “Asshole,” Shane shouts. He opens his eyes again to glare at the open door. “Fucking hurry!” “No,” Ilya calls back to him. “Have to be thorough. Otherwise will be nightmare to clean. You like everything very clean, no?” Shane groans, half in frustration, half in arousal. But he can’t tell Ilya not to soak the pans. They can’t just leave them out on the counter all night without soaking them. That would be crazy. “Maybe I stay in kitchen for a while,” Ilya sing-songs. “Make cup of tea. Ah, here is camomile. Very healthy. You want tea?” “Fuck you, Rozanov!” Ilya laughs again. “So impatient, Hollander. I told you, slow down.” Shane curses some more but obeys, stops working himself open and just brushes his fingers over the most sensitive spots, sighing and enjoying the sensation, little sparks up his spine. And soon Ilya will be here. Soon Ilya will take Shane out of his head, and maybe they’ll say I love you again. Maybe Ilya will say it in Russian again, too. Ya tebya lyublyu. Shane looked it up the other day. He plans to practise saying it until he thinks it sounds okay, as close to Ilya’s pronunciation as he can manage. Then he’ll say it back to Ilya, so Ilya can hear that Shane loves him in his own language. He loses himself a little, floating for a couple of minutes, maybe longer. Eventually, he hears Ilya’s steps and comes out of it, starting to panic. He’s not ready yet. He got too distracted, too calm, enjoyed himself too much, stopped focusing on the objective. He was meant to get himself ready for Ilya to be able to fuck him straight away, and now he isn’t. Ilya looks stunning stepping into the room, framed by the light shining in through the doorway behind him. He’s already lost most of his clothes in the hallway by the look of things. He kneels on the bed, hungrily raking his eyes over Shane. “Sorry,” Shane whispers. “I was too slow, I’m not quite there yet -” “Hollander,” Ilya says firmly. “Is no hurry. I told you to slow down. You slowed down. You are perfect. Always, always good for me.” Shane has no idea why the words hit like they do, but fuck do they ever. He starts up properly again, arching his spine, pushing back against his own fingers. “Fucking gorgeous,” Ilya murmurs.

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  2. Shane Hollander isn’t as secretive as he thinks he is.
    Neither is Ilya Rozanov — at least not to Scott Hunter.

    Or: Scott Hunter knows more than he lets on (then he makes it very clear)

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  3. Shane discovers that hockey fans are writing RPF about the two of them. Ilya helps talk (and fuck) him through it.

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  4. “You wrote about us having sex while Hayden watches!”

    “Fictional us,” Ilya corrects. “Real us would never do that. Probably.” He pauses. “Unless …”

    “No!”

    Ilya Rozanov has always been competitive. But when his husband’s best friend starts calling a little too often, Ilya discovers a new arena for dominance: Archive of Our Own.

    Armed with a pseudonym that fools absolutely no one, explicit tags that would make a sailor blush, and a truly impressive commitment to pettiness, Ilya wages psychological warfare one kudos at a time. His weapon of choice? Extremely detailed fanfiction about why Hayden Pike will never, ever measure up.

    The problem? Hayden writes back.

    What follows is the most unhinged rivalry in hockey history: a battle fought not with fists or slapshots, but with comment sections, kudos, and increasingly creative ways to humiliate each other in front of thousands of readers. Featuring: footnoted statistics, educational sex advice, one very concerned wife, and Shane Hollander wondering what the hell he did to deserve this.

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  5. Shane Hollander's experiences with racism, fighting, and hockey prior to his rookie season. And the conversation he has with the Centaurs after they find out. A prequel/sequel work to "Blood Upon The Snow", but you don't need to have read that for this to make sense, though it might help.

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  6. Shane Hollander goes out for drinks with Montreal after winning a game. He gets a little drunk, he calls Ilya, and he knocks out a Vancouver player who tried to start a fight. Just a regular post-game celebration, honestly.

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  7. Shane was not texting Hayden (much) during the Cup final. What starts as gentle teasing from Yuna swerves into a conversation about marriage, emergency contacts and Shane's time in hospital after the hit from Marlow. Also: laughs, and 8 is the perfect number of burgers this time.

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  8. Have you ever wondered what are Shane and Ilya's dynamic as parents? This is the perfect fic for you!

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  9. Ilya watches Shane play billiards and has several NSFW thoughts about it. Thoughts, obviously, turn into actions.

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  10. “I don’t know Ilya, the last time I let you pick something out I got a rash from the dish soap you bought,” Shane huffed out, scrolling through options of sleek looking chairs. “Was not my fault, I just bought the bluest one,” Ilya admitted, completely truthful, before turning to look closer at Shane’s options. “These look like they would hurt my butt,” Shane laughed out, turning towards him. “They’re just to have more seating when the team comes over, not for us.” Ilya looked at him perplexed. “Not for us?” He scoffed. He looked around, raising his hands up. “This is our house, Hollander. Have you forgotten? Are you ill?” Shane met his crazed look. Ilya added, “Your parents seating at their house - all comfortable. Does not hurt my butt. And they have plenty, they want grandchildren.” “Ilya, you are ridiculous,” … or Shane has a hard time giving up control and Ilya is simple.

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  11. Ilya is over at Shane’s parents house one night and ends up calling Yuna mom for the first time on accident.

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  12. Shane distantly contemplated how much he would ache tomorrow, the tightness of his muscles already becoming a sure thing. Tomorrow. What an impossible thought, when he was currently present in a way that he rarely got to be in his day to day life.

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  13. He thinks of the cottage, the call with Hayden. As his mind wanders back to that day, to the cheeky grin on the Russian’s face as he had looked up at him, Shane’s fingers wander over Ilya’s chest and sides, straying to his belly at times. He wished they could do that again, which is silly. Or is it? ___ Ilya is on the phone with Svetlana. Shane is on his knees for him.

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  14. five times Ilya initiates on ice PDA and the one time Shane does

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  15. The one where Ilya becomes a beauty influencer using Shane’s $300 moisturizer, and Shane tries (and fails) to remain invisible. Inspired by Hudson's GRWM

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  16. After the first I love you, Shane falls asleep in Ilya’s arms—and Ilya dreams of ice, of his mother’s voice, and of a love she always knew would find him. An Episode 6 missing scene about devotion, memory, and the quiet mercy of finding the right soul early in this life. Ilya Rozanov x Shane Hollander Word CountL 2k

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  17. [Set after the events of TLG] On the first match back facing his old team, Shane’s new teammates find a way to show love to him (and their anger towards the montreal team)

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  18. Everything is fine. They’re playing a normal game against Montreal. Shane is trying his best and the Centaurs are winning, despite Montreal‘s best effort. One dirty hit, one dirty move. Sends Shane spiraling but not in the way you think.

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  19. Takes place after the end Heated Rivalry before Long Game. Ilya has moved to Ottawa and the hockey season is starting. He tells Shane if he wants to experiment sexually while they are traveling for work, he would not be jealous. Shane knows Ilya well enough that this is a ridiculous idea. Shane tests Ilya and ends up getting exactly what he wants, punishment in the bedroom.

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  20. Ilya carries around photos of his adorable family in his wallet and is happy to show them off to anyone who asks, or to anyone he asks and they are forced to say yes.

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