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  1. The second time Shane and Ilya become parents is very different from the first.

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  2. Unfortunately, there isn’t enough days in the two weeks to do everything that the cottage had to offer, but Shane definitely wanted to go canoeing with Ilya. A true test of their love, and some other shenanigans.

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  3. Shane knew Ilya had spent as much of his free time in Montreal as possible, and Shane had done the same going to Ottawa whenever he could, but a few months into his first season with the Centaurs and he's finding himself realizing how much Ilya had saved for just them. Namely, Ilya's adoration of any and all things Christmas.

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  4. Santa's Naughty List by

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    It’s Ilya Rozanov’s first Christmas with the Hollander family as Shane’s boyfriend. Between festive fluff, stolen kisses, and a spicy mischief right in front of Elf on the Shelf (omg scandalous), Ilya realizes he’s never felt this much at home before. AKA Lots of fluff, a little smut (including some light spanking for Shane), and then fluff again :P

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  5. When Ilya agrees to accompany Shane on a weekend trip to his parents’ house Shane is overjoyed. It’s their first Christmas together, and Shane is determined to make it special. Ilya, on the other hand, is determined to defile Shane in his childhood bedroom. And anywhere else he can have him. “You can’t be serious.” Seeing Shane like this is probably Ilya’s favourite thing. Hollander is laid out beneath him, his face hot and flushed, his cock hard and pressed up against Ilya’s own as Ilya lays between his legs. Ilya can feel the heat of his body even through the layers of clothing between them- layers he would very much like to remove. But the sullen look on Shane’s face tells him this is not likely to be an easy task. “We’re in my parents’ house,” Shane huffs, squirming in a way that does nothing to deter Ilya’s intentions. They have been at Yuna and David’s home for only around thirty minutes now. After greeting Shane’s parents Ilya has followed Shane up to his bedroom under the guise of getting settled in. Well, it is not so much a guise on Shane’s part- after entering the room Shane really does start to unpack, taking one neatly folded item of clothing after another out of his suitcase and putting them away in equally neat drawers. There is really only so long Ilya can stand it before he is striding over to Shane, practically performing a full body tackle as he shoves Shane onto the bed and pins him down. Ilya smiles wickedly as he leans over Shane, admiring how the pink glow of Shane’s skin makes the freckles adorning his cheeks even more prominent. Shane’s wrists are pinned by each of Ilya’s large hands, the full weight of Ilya’s body pressing him into the mattress. Ilya knows that Shane could probably free himself if he really wanted to. The fact that he doesn’t try to escape, along with how fucking hard he is, tells Ilya that Shane’s protests are not entirely sincere. “What is problem?” Ilya says, feigning ignorance. “Your parents know we are together, I don’t think you will need to come out to them again.” “The problem, Ilya, is they’re fucking downstairs.” “That’s fine, soon we will be fucking upstairs.” “Oh god,” Shane exclaims, pulling a face and squirming some more. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Ilya’s grin only grows wider. “Seriously, Ilya- we can’t do this here. This is my childhood bedroom for fucks sake.” “Mm, I know. Is making me hot thinking about it. Hockey superstar Shane Hollander’s teenage bedroom, wow...” Ilya leans closer, pressing his mouth to the sensitive skin just below Shane’s ear. He kisses and then licks the spot, murmuring happily as Shane groans in response. “Ilya...” Shane hisses, sounding pained as well as desperately aroused. He squirms again, sending shivers running through Ilya’s body. There is nothing sweeter than hearing Shane say his name. Ilya continues to kiss and lick and bite at Shane’s neck and jawline to make him say it some more, before attempting to steal a kiss. “We can’t...” Shane murmurs, pulling away. His pupils are so dilated it’s like his eyes are pure black; dark, liquid pools of desire that Ilya cannot help but drown in. “We are here for whole weekend, Shane. I don’t think I can go so long without fucking you.” “You know we can’t do that, Ilya.” “So you’re not even going to kiss me?” Ilya asks, suddenly unable to tear his eyes away from Shane’s lips. The idea of not kissing him for two days is suddenly unbearable. “Oh, so that’s all you want- just a kiss?” Shane replies, clearly not believing a word of it. “Of course. Just one, simple, very innocent kiss.” “And you have to lie on top of me to do that?” “I find it helps, yes.” Shane smiles, and Ilya’s heart swells at the sight. It has only been a few months that they have been like this- able to enjoy each moment together freely, without either of them having to pretend this is less than it really is. In some ways it still feels completely novel and new, and Ilya can’t help but drink in every second, knowing this is what he wants for the rest of his life. Shane continues to regard Ilya fondly for some time. When he tries to move again Ilya lets him, loosening his hold on Shane’s wrists, enabling Shane to reach up to gently cup Ilya’s face before sliding his fingers into Ilya’s hair. “We have to behave...” Shane says, prompting Ilya to pull a face. Shane smiles wider, tugging lightly on Ilya’s hair as he adds: “But I promise if you’re good then I’ll make it up to you the next time we’re alone together.” “I am always good,” Ilya replies, resulting in a laugh from Shane. When Shane finally lifts his head to place a soft kiss to Ilya’s lips it is all that is needed to have Ilya nodding his agreement after they part, knowing he will do anything Shane asks. Of course, Ilya knows that part of the fun in agreeing to Shane’s rules is seeing just how far he can bend them... “You’re unbelievable...”

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  6. Shane isn't sick. (He definitely is.) Ilya is a good husband who knows what Shane needs.

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  7. "I know I'm not tehnically your mother and I don't want to overstep here but I need you to know that I'm so insanelly proud of you and that both me and David are here for you forever. I can't even imagine how it must've felt like living your life carrying that burden on your back for all those years but we're here to take the load off, in whatever manner you want us to (...) "So, if that means motherly cuddling sessions, watching some cheesy cartoons or Hallmark movies let be it. If that means you calling us in the middle of the night because you had a panic attack and didn't want to bother Shane we'll be fine with that either. I just don't want you to be all alone when something like this happens." *** Or: Ilya has a nightmare about his mom while Shane is playing a game in New York. Yuna is there to take care of her favourite son 🥹 💛

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  8. There’s Lily, Shane’s Boston girl, but Hayden has no idea her number, where she lives, or what she looks like. She’ll have no way of finding Shane, of being there when he wakes up high and afraid, because he never did well with being out of control. Lily won’t be there. His parents won’t be there. It’s the easiest decision he’s ever made. Hayden skates off the rink, barely pausing as he starts stripping off his gear. Coach surges forward, lips curled up with some order to get back out there, no doubt. He doesn’t give him the chance, “I’m not leaving him. I go where he goes.” And that’s that. - Or, Shane doesn’t wake up so easily and Hayden Pike somehow ends up taking care of Ilya Rozanov. (Jackie does the heavy lifting; he’s just there for the ride and realizations.)

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  9. Shane smiles shakily and Ilya lets go, watching him walk up and slot in between Haas and Wyatt. Bood leans forward, "Hollander okay?" Ilya smiles a little at the concern in his friend's voice, "He will be fine. We will all be fine, because," Ilya raises his voice, carrying over the line of hockey players, "we are winning tonight!" The ground shakes with the force of the team hitting their sticks against the rubber floors. Outside, the announcer begins announcing the Centaurs, and within the span of a minute, all of their skates are hitting the ice. OR Shane and Ilya play the Stanley Cup finals. And then they celebrate. A lot.

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  10. It’s automatic, taking care of Anya like this. Despite the darkness in his head, and the pit resting in his ribs, Ilya manages to ground himself to her. Shane can be just as grounding, but it’s Anya that allows him to let his mind smooth out and focus on just about nothing. Because if Ilya thinks of Shane, the worst thoughts always return. OR, Ilya’s depression gets the better of him.

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  11. Ilya lets Shane go and says, “Come with me, I made us breakfast.” “But—” he stutters out. Ilya eyes him so he says, “Did you not want to—” looking down at Ilya’s crotch. Ilya smirks. “Later— I have plan for you today,” he tells him before he turns towards the door. OR Ilya finally gives Shane the facial he hasn't been able to stop thinking about.

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  12. They go to the cottage. Shane has a surprise in store.

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  13. Ilya Rozanov @rozan0v_off Almost fell asleep watching Shane Hollander play. Is the most depressing man I know. Even his chirps are polite. Maybe he wouldn’t be so boring if he weren’t best friends with his mom? What the hell, Rozanov? Shane grinds his teeth, desperate to keep his tears at bay. This is ridiculous. This isn’t even mean. Not really. Shane should consider himself lucky, really; Ilya is never usually this bad at trash-talking other players. So why is Shane even hurt? Perhaps it’s the fact that Ilya wrote something about him at all, and Shane only found out because Hayden sent him a screenshot of it. Or maybe it’s the fact that he used the word “boring”, which is an adjective that has been used to describe Shane so many times throughout his life that he’s come to loathe the very letters composing it. Or, Rozanov creates a fake Twitter account to defend Shane from his haters, and then overcorrects when some fangirls get suspicious about his identity.

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  14. You are okay, I got you by

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    Shane sub drops and texts Ilya the "we didn't even kiss" and then Ilya helps him :)

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  15. Ilya runs into Shane's parents in the hospital.

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  16. Troy blurted, “Could I have his number?” Ilya didn’t look tired anymore, he was a whole lot more interested. He sat up, and Troy swallowed. He wasn’t physically small, but he was short, or at least a lot shorter than Ilya. Who, even still sitting, was massive. “His number?” Ilya echoed, his tone a lot colder, still amused as if he couldn’t believe what Troy was asking him. “I mean… if the rumour is true, I mean, Shane’s a babe. He seems like a good guy in general too. I just— sorry, I shouldn’t have asked, I know you guys are friends, I don’t know what got into me,” Troy started rambling as Ilya got up and gave him a careful look over. - In which Troy actually does ask Ilya for Shane's number... and some following events.

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  17. On christmas morning, Ilya finds himself awake before everyone else, restless under the weight of the holiday. As the day unfolds with Shane, their daughter, and a family built from choice rather than blood, christmas stops feeling like something borrowed, and starts to feel like his. Ilya had been awake since five in the morning, that wasn't anything unusual for him but in the past it had been for training or because of Shane's insane workout routine— and most recently, their daughter screaming at all hours of the morning. This morning he wasn't awake because their daughter had woken him up— miraculously, she was still asleep in her room, curled around the stuffed bear Yuna had given her last week, but because Ilya couldn’t stop thinking. Like his brain wouldn't shut off, and of course it was about something specific. Christmas. The word still felt strange on his tongue, like a borrowed thing he hadn’t quite earned yet despite all the holidays he'd spent with the Hollander family over the many years he and Shane had been together. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling, one arm thrown over his husbands side of the bed, listening to the steady sound of his breathing. Outside, the sky was still dark, snow falling heavily. Everything felt quiet in a way that made his chest ache. Ilya slipped out of bed carefully, like he was sneaking away from something that couldn't be, or shouldn't be disturbed. He pulled on a hoodie and padded down the hall, pausing outside their daughter’s room. He cracked the door open just enough to look inside. She was sprawled across her bed, dark curls sticking up in every direction, one sock kicked off in her sleep. Her nose crinkled as she breathed in and out. There were already too many toys in there with her. Ilya knew that. Shane had told him that many times. He had said, “she’s one, Ilya. She doesn’t need seventeen stuffed animals.” Ilya had nodded, agreeing with him, and then ordered five more. He closed the door softly, leaving her to sleep and went to the living room, where the christmas tree glowed faintly in the early morning light. The presents underneath it were.. excessive. Even by his standards. He crouched down and adjusted one of the bows, frowning at himself as he remembered dinner the previous night, he'd been fretting over the wrapping and Shane had told him it didn't matter. She wouldn't remember her very first christmas anyway. But it did matter. All of it mattered. Back in Russia, he of course did not celebrate christmas in the same way. No lights. No tree. No stupid matching pajamas that David made them wear. New Year’s Eve had been the big thing, and even that had been.. quiet. Heavy. Something to get through because the person who made it special in the first place was no longer with them, and Ilya was not allowed to talk about that. This was different, though. This was theirs. A day that he got to spend with the family he created, and loved more than anything. Shane shuffled in a few moments later, hair sticking up much like their daughters, eyes fighting to stay open, wrapped in one of Ilya’s hoodies. “You’re up early.” Shane whispered through a yawn, voice thick with sleep. Ilya startled, then relaxed. “Could not sleep.” Shane leaned against him, arms slipping around his waist, forehead pressed between Ilya’s shoulder blades. “You’re vibrating.” “Vibrating?" He repeated, his brows furrowing. “Mhm.” Shane whispered against his skin. “You’ve been restless since, like, December first.” Ilya turned, pulling Shane against his chest. “I just want it to be good.” Shane looked up at him then, really looked, his expression softening. “It will be.” “I want it to be perfect.” Shane didn’t hesitate to comfort his husband this time. Nodding against his chest. “Yeah. Me too.” Their daughter woke up an hour later, announcing it by babbling at the top of her little lungs. Shane laughed as Ilya bolted upright, nearly tripping over the dog toys scattered around the floor in his rush to get to her room first. She was wide awake, big brown eyes staring up at him, a big smile on her face as Ilya scooped her up into his arms. “Good morning, solnyshko.” he grinned, pressing a kiss to her messy head of dark curls. She crinkled her nose, reminding him of someone else he loved more than anything in the world. Shane leaned in the doorway, watching them with a smile that made Ilya feel almost naked. Like his husband could really see him, something that no one else had ever been able to do and even after all these years, it still made him a little nervous. Uncomfortable, maybe? "You ready?” He asked. Ilya swallowed, nodding. “Da.” They sat on the floor together in front of the christmas tree, their daughter between them, having more fun with the paper than the gifts that were inside, shrieking with delight every time they helped her rip it. Ilya watched her intently, like he was afraid she might disappear if he blinked for too long. “You went overboard.” Shane murmured under his breath, fond, as she opened her fourth present in a row. Ilya could tell he didn't mean it. He was just as happy sat watching her as he

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  18. Shane has an emergency wisdom tooth extraction. Ilya takes care of him.

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  19. Shane turned back to Ilya. “You say things to me that make me feel the same as when you kiss me,” he spoke softly, accentuating his words with motioning arms, “like the earth could give out from under you and you wouldn’t give a shit, because that way you could stay in the sunlight all the time. You love when it’s sunny.” He drew in a long, steadying breath. “And it makes me think you might love me like you love the sun.” Ilya thought his chest may burst open with the sheer force his heart beat with. “It was sunny today, yes? Did not make me feel like this. Not even close,” Ilya offered Shane his hand. Shane took it and Ilya dragged him to his chest. He pressed their intertwined hands against his heart. “Feel that? Only you, no sun. Would not want the earth to collapse. It would take you away, too. What do I do with just the stupid sun, if you are not there to block it out?” or; Shane visits Ilya when the Voyageurs are in Boston. They are down horrendous for each other. Also very much in love. So, pretty canon.

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  20. “Ilya hasn’t been very well recently.” Shane swallowed, he hated saying that out loud, “Not for a long time actually.” ~ Ilya's depression is flat, still and cold like water, sometimes he thinks it might drown him. The Hollanders are here to help him float. (Or Ilya has a bad day, Yuna notices, and in the Hollander household love and support are given by force.)

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