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  1. “Like you could even drive mine, Hollander. Too strong, too powerful for boring man like you,” he bellows, eyes sharp and smoldering. And the implication isn't lost on Shane. “You don't know that,” Shane scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Want to test drive then?” Ilya slides the key fob towards the space between them. When his vodka arrives, Shane's hand darts to grab the glass and downs it all in one go. “You take me,” he says through a grimace. “If I like how it…drives, maybe I'll buy it from you when I steal that Stanley from under your nose,” he mumbles before walking off towards said car. Ilya just cocks a brow up, amused. “Maybe I need to put a muzzle on you, Hollander,” Within the space of a hundred roaring sports cars, Shane Hollander finds his favorite ride.

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  2. real hollanover @twentyfour guys why does every member of the hollander-rozanov family like to lick shane's face :0

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  3. Nobody knows. Shane and Ilya are in love and nobody knows, it’s starting to drive him crazy. He just wants his friends to accept it and move on, but it’s a work in progress. Shane never wanted to leave this bed. It was warm, his mind was quiet, he had no worries in this bed. His boyfriend had made sure to fuck all his worries away. And now he was cuddled up with him, counting his heartbeats, and tracing patters over his shoulder. He’s been so stressed lately. The hiding was finally catching up to him, the sneaking around, the mysterious texts, disappearing on his team without an explanation, trying to worm his way out of questions he couldn’t answer. It was exhausting, even with him and Ilya being closer than ever, emotionally and physically. This season has been more tiring than any other, and it’s not even half over. He knew what he needed to do, but he was dreading it. He wanted the whole world to know about them without having to answer questions about it. We’re in love, move on. “We need to get up. You have two hour drive back, and practice in the morning” Ilya presses a kiss into his hair, jostling him slightly as he moves to get up. Shane puts a hand on his chest to make him stay “just one more minute, please” he tried to keep his voice steady, like he wasn’t breaking apart at the seams. “What is wrong?” He tried to duck his head and get a look into his lovers eyes, but Shane shied away, turning into Ilyas neck to hide his face “hey…hey, come here, look at me” he gently pried Shane’s face out of hiding and looked in his glossy eyes. “what is wrong?” He asked agin, this time Shane had nowhere to hide, he let it all show on his face, his lip quivered, his eyes overflowed, his breathing stuttered. Ilya quickly pulled him back to his chest, hugging him close, running his fingers through Shane’s hair softly, soothingly. “I hate this. I’m sorry, I know I’m acting stupid but” he cut himself off with a whimper “no, is not stupid. I hate it too, I miss you so much when you are gone, my love” he whispered, hoping the quiet words would relax him a little. “I just wish we didn’t have to hide, I know I’ve been adamant about not coming out, but I want to. I want to hold your hand, and kiss you, and love you. I want to tell everyone I love you, I just hate that they’ll have opinions” he was rambling, and as much as Ilyas heart fluttered at the thought, Shane Hollander shouting his love for Ilya Rozanov from the rooftops, or maybe from centre ice, he had to calm him down first. “I know, is awful, but no matter what we do, what happens, we will still have this. I will still have you, in my bed, naked” he grinned as Shane lightly smacked his chest “nobody can take that away, opinions can’t take this away” he finished, smiling sadly onto Shane’s hairline, pressing little kisses all over. “I want to come out” Shane whispered, and Ilya nodded solemnly, he did too. But Shane shook his head and sat up “no, like, I want to come out. To the team at least” and Ilyas heart stopped. They had talked about it before, many many many times before, but Shane was always too frightened, and understandably in Ilyas opinion, his team was awful. But he hadn’t pushed, didn’t want to make Shane feel bad about things he couldn’t control. “you mean, you want to tell them you are into men?” He asked carefully, not wanting to get his hopes up, of course he wanted to world to know Shane Hollander was his (including the voyagers stupid team), but he would take it at his pace, not pushing, just supporting. “well yes, but no. I want to tell them about us. Me and you” he took a deep breath, as if waiting for Ilya to get mad, but all he could do was smile. He was scared, absolutely terrified, but he didn’t care right now. Right now his boyfriend was saying he wanted to tell his whole world, his team, that he was in love with him. And that felt like winning the lottery, twice, hell. It felt like winning the world. “okay, then we tell them, do you want to do it on your own? Or would you like me to be there?” He secretly hoped Shane would ask him to be there, in case anyone got any ideas Ilya had to remind them how big of an asshole he could be. “I’d like you there, if that’s okay with you, you don’t have to if you don’t want to- I just think. It might be easier to explain” he was rambling again, and Ilya loved it. He loved him. So much. he laced his fingers through Shane’s twisted hands, squeezing. “I will be wherever you need me to be” he said seriously, needing Shane to know he was in this, completely. “okay, we’ll talk to them next time we’re all together. I think you play in Montreal in a couple weeks, right?” Ilya almost laughed, as if he was waiting that long. “I have a next weekend off, I will come in then, if that is okay with you” he was already planning the trip in his head, leave after practice on Friday afternoon, be in Montreal by 3, spend the day fucking any stray thoughts from Shane’s mind, tell his team Saturday morning, spend the rest of the weekend fucking him again. Perfect weekend. “oh. Okay, yeah, we can do that” he looked almost surprised, as if he didn’t already know Ilya would move heaven and earth for him. “okay, now. Don’t worry about that” he said, knowing that’s all Shane was going to be doing “how about I fuck you again before you leave” he smirked and crawled over him, knocking Shane onto his back again. Shane laughed and weakly pushed at his chest “I have to leave in like 10 minutes” Ilya gently bit his neck “bet I could make you cum in 4” ==== It was Friday afternoon, he had just pulled into a parking space behind Shane's apartment building. He quickly grabbed his bag, punched in the door code, and ran up the stairs. He wasn’t sure what he expected to see when he walked in, but this. This was not it. Shane was lying in the middle of the living room floor, the coffee table had been pushed to the side, he had headphones on, and a blanket resting over his eyes. What the fuck? he put his bags down near the entrance and slowly walked over, calling Shane’s name “baby. Shane. Are you okay?” He poked Shane’s thigh with his toe and Shane jumped, quickly

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  4. He walked back to the living room, where Jackie and Hayden were standing, having a whispered conversation, Shane’s jacket folded over Jackie’s arm. They stopped talking and turned to Shane as he entered. “Hey, bud,” said Hayden slowly, not moving. “Uh, do you want me to leave?” asked Shane, gesturing to his jacket, panic rising in his throat. “What? No. No. Absolutely not. We were afraid you’d try and sneak out of here, so I grabbed your coat and keys,” explained Jackie. “Oh,” said Shane, letting out a shaky laugh as he ran his hand through his hair. “Good call. I can’t say it didn’t cross my mind.” or Ilya has a new philosophy in how he picks fights, Shane doesn’t understand the appeal of a moral victory, and Hayden is so fucking glad he married Jackie.

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  5. Set after episode 2. Ilya goes to Montreal for work (he tells himself) and finds Shane at a gay bar, dragged there by his oblivious friends. ~ “Hollander,” Ilya said as low as he could. “How much have you had to drink?” “Probly… too much.” “And you do not want to come out publicly as gay, yes?” Drunkenly, Shane wiggled his head from right to left. “Y-yes—I mean, yes that—no, I don’t want—” His shoulders slumped forward, and Ilya’s heart shot into his throat as he glanced around. “I—I’m not ready yet.” “Brilliant of your fucking buddies to take you to a gay club then, yes?” “They don’t know, asshole.” OR “Goodbye, Rozanov,” Shane said, unlocking his door with the code and slipping inside. It was too hard to find the right English words for: Please let me in, because I can’t stay away from you. I’m a fucking asshole, like you say, and I came here to see you, to make sure you were okay, and I’m not done. I’m not done with you, so please, for fuck’s sake, let me in. So Ilya took the easier route. “Goodnight, Hollander.”

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  6. When Ilya almost didn’t get to make it on the Hollander’s New Year celebration, almost. Set at the same year they first visited the Cabin, and Ilya was still with Boston Bears.

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  7. “Do you think if you were out, years ago, when we met, this,” he points back and forth between them. “You and I would have– I don’t know. Ended before, I guess. And then you would have tried to find a nice man in Montreal?” * David's question has been lingering in the back of Ilya's mind. He asks, Shane answers.

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    It was too much. Way too much. Ilya hitting his prostate with such force it felt like Shane was burning inside, as if the praise was helping anything. Shane’s eyes began to water as he hid his face in the crook of Ilya’s neck, back arching as he sobbed into his neck. “Fuhh—fuckin’—nngh…” Ilya huffed a laugh, more so a breath than anything and reached a hand down to Shane’s cock and started stroking it with every thrust. Shane quite literally screamed almost as tears slipped out and dug his nails into Ilya’s sides. Shane was making so many fucked out noises now, mixes of squeals like a girl would make and screams echoing off the walls. “Cmon baby, come for me, be a good boy I know you can.”

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  9. “Sir I’m just a bellboy, you can’t treat the staff like that!” “Oh I think I know how the staff likes to be treated after all these years” Or, the roleplay scene in episode 6 extended bc it hasn’t left my mind since I first saw it.

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  10. Shane Hollander and the emotional rollercoaster of Russian pet names.

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  11. Shane agrees to wine night thinking it’s harmless. He is immediately proven wrong.

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  12. Shane went outside to apologize to his mom and got the apology that he needed from her.

    Ilya stayed inside with David. He needed something in that moment too.

    Ilya & David missing scene, David POV

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  13. It feels like he’s holding the entire world inside his heart. Ilya loves him so much. An impossible, unbelievable amount. It swells inside of him, warm and cozy, like a little pocket of sunlight lodged beneath his ribs. This love is the most gentle thing Ilya has ever known, and he can’t believe he gets to keep it. (Or, a perfect afternoon at the cottage.)

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  14. “My flight is early tomorrow,” Rozanov says. He bites his lip. Shane’s eyes stick there too. “You look in hallway, yes?” Shane sticks his head out. The hallway is empty. Would it hurt? To go another round? Rozanov has to fly out early anyway, it’s hardly like they’ll be spending time befriending each other. What is one night, when they’ve already crossed the line with eyes wide open? “Shit,” he says. “There’s a couple at the end of the hallway, arguing, you know? You better wait until they leave.” OR Shane lies, that first night, to keep Rozanov to himself a little longer. The changes spiral out from there.

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  15. I have made a discord server as a way to talk to more people from the fandom, along with that beta reader applications can be found in the announcements chat if you are interested - https://discord.gg/e3SvBaeSZp Ilya Rozanov just wants to retire in peace but when the venue for the WAGs new years party cancels he gets to work Or The one where Ilya saves New Year's Eve, bans dip, and wears excellent velvet. database of all my fics - https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1K05xfC0cJCv7ujHKqze_KhG5l0KMbPKriZjNNv M4EWI/edit?usp=sharing

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  16. “It looks worse than it is, really,” Shane murmured as he reached for the strings of his robe. As he untied them, he met Ilya’s gaze. It burned a trail over Shane’s hands, his legs, his neck. He was dying of thirst, and Shane was the oasis for which he had been desperately searching. — Or, Ilya gets concerned when Shane shows him a hockey injury, Shane is anxious, and Ilya gives some fire head.

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  17. Ilya couldn’t help it, gently collecting the small girl into his arms as she easily wrapped her arms around his neck. She was so light, lighter than she should be for a five year old, and yet the burden she carried had nearly weighed her down just as easily. Ilya swears he'd carve out a future where she would never shy away from the sunshine, where she would never question or second guess whether she deserves the calm, the warmth, the love that she receives. Their deaths weren't her fault, never was, never would be. "Uncle Ilyushka is here now." Svetlana calls the Hollander-Rosanovs to inform them Andrei and Alexia have been killed. And that Katarina, his niece, has less than a week before she's officially filed in foster care. Nobody wants to grow up in Russia's foster system. And Uncle Ilyushka of all people, would not allow it.

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  18. “How are you feeling?” Ilya smiles, big and bright. “I feel fucking great, but I’m hungry and probably won’t be able to fuck for a couple of weeks” His words come out slurred and with a heavy accent, but his friends understand and laugh along with him. “That sucks” Wyatt says. “Not being able to fuck sexy women—” “And men” Ilya adds, too casually. Wyatt stops. “What?” Bood asks

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  19. Five times Cliff doesn't connect the dots and the one time he finally realizes Ilya Rozanov is in love with Shane Hollander. An outside pov of Ilya Rozanov's increasingly badly hidden feelings for Shane Hollander.

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  20. Shane Hollander retires after one last game in Montreal. What follows is a night of empty locker rooms, long highways, and the slow realization that letting go of hockey doesn’t mean letting go of himself…especially when Ilya Rozanov is there to remind him of everything they’ve already won. Update: I added an epilogue of sorts from Ilya’s POV (which caused the rating change). I hope you enjoy!

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