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  1. Busted by

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    2026-03-15

    Hayden just wanted to surprise Shane with a guy’s night in. Shane had been flat lately, and he and JJ thought it would be nice to distract him with friendship.
    How they ended up stuck in a fucking closet watching Shane get dicked down harder than anyone in the history of the world has ever been dicked down, Hayden would never quite understand.

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  2. Laceration by

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    2026-03-12

    Shane Hollander was perfect; the perfect son, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect friend. He had spent years refining perfection, making sure he was the picture of it. It was second nature after all these years; a suit that didn’t quite fit, but that he’d gotten used to.
    Enter Ilya Rozanov.

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  3. When Count Ilya Rozanov arrives in London for the Season, he becomes an immediate fascination of the Ton and an immediate rival for Lord Shane Hollander.

    What begins as public antagonism gives way to a secret affair conducted in gardens, clubs, and borrowed rooms, even as expectation, duty, and the marriage mart press ever closer. As reputations rise and alliances shift, Shane attempts to do what is expected of him, only to discover that some attachments cannot be set aside so easily.

    A Bridgerton/Regency AU of rivalry, scandal, and love that refuses to remain hidden.

    E rating for later chapters.

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  4. It's Lunar New Year and Shane wants to honor everyone that has passed in his life that helped make it what it is today.

    Or, Shane puts something that reminds Ilya of Irina on his altar to honor her too.

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  5. Ilya knows the superstitions about the Stanley Cup.

    Knows not to touch it till he's WON it, knows how many teeth its chipped, how the keeper will only wear white gloves, and he knows that everyone who wins it, touches it, hoists it over their heads... swears it's like magic.

    But Ilya knows the truth. Its not like magic. 
    It is.

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  6. Entering an actual relationship near the very beginning of when they first meet, Shane is still paranoid about pictures of them getting shared so Ilya buys him a Polaroid camera instead to document their relationship all the way back from 2012. The only problem is that he never intended for Yuna to find the album.
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    “I know we can’t have pictures of each other, but I still want them,” he confessed, still fiddling with Shane’s hair for his own comfort. “And I thought maybe...if they were just ours, you might be okay with it.”  

    Shane stayed silent, eyes glancing between his tense expression and the bag as he pulled out a Polaroid camera. His thumb was gripping it so hard he thought it might crack, his anxiety manifesting physically.  

    “Ilya...” He paused, finally sitting up a bit more. Enough that Ilya had no choice but to let his hand fall away from his hair or else, it would seem too clingy.  

    “Is fine, if you don’t like idea,” he clarified, even though the thought of being rejected terrified him more than he could possibly express. “Was just a thought—” 

    “I like it,” Shane interjected before he could spin himself into a tizzy he would deny ever feeling in the first place.  

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  7. Mama Bear by

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    2026-02-27

    During their annual two weeks at the cottage, Shane and Ilya both fall ill (and claim the other is responsible for it) resulting in two days of coughing and chugging electrolytes while neither of them admit how bad they feel. Even though he attempts to hide it, Yuna can hear her son coughing over the phone and decides to go check on him during his yearly 'silent retreat', entirely unaware that he had company. Or that his company came in the shape of Ilya Rozanov.
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    Even with the blinds pulled closed to keep the lights out she could still see Ilya Rozanov in her son’s bed; arms wrapped around him tightly. They looked asleep. Not just napping but deeply unconscious. 

    Yuna supposed that was the effect of the half empty bottle of Nyquil on the nightstand.

    She swallowed harshly, stepping closer to the bed. Her son was tucked against Ilya, face buried against his neck as a source of warmth and comfort. “Shane...” she whispered, shaking him gently. “Shane.”

    He didn’t stir, breaths steady as he slept like a rock. Her eyebrows knitted together, gaze shifting to Ilya, who had his jaw resting on top of Shane’s head, one of his hands under his shirt to feel his skin against his palm. 

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  8. "We have newest member of the team with us today, as you all have seen.”

    Shane glanced up again, watching as the captain gestured vaguely toward Shane without looking at him. “Shane Hollander.” The name came out of his mouth like it was laced with poison.

    Shane became very aware of many eyes turning to him now. He felt a few claps on the back and tried to force a tight smile. But his eyes wandered back up to Ilya Rozanov, who was looking at him with so much quiet contempt, that Shane started to understand the phrase ‘if looks could kill.’
     

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    OR: Ilya spirals into a deep depression when Shane breaks things off with him definitively after a horrifying run in with their feelings (and tuna melts).

    They go no contact for close to a year until Shane is unexpectedly traded to Boston the following season.

    Shane finds his new captain is a version of Ilya he's never seen before: dark, icy, and distant.

    But their newfound proximity mixed with old feelings creates a complicated dynamic that they can't ignore forever.

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  9. No one wanted the night to end, so the celebration party had moved from the locker room (where Shane had a few sips of warm beer out of the Cup and three-fourths of a bottle of champagne) to Monk's (where Shane had cold beer and too many jello shots that were in syringes of all things — that was 100 percent Dykstra's fault) to Bood's house (where he ate a few slices of pizza to sober up a little and washed it down with a Ginger Ale that Ilya had somehow acquired from seemingly out of thin air before Ilya and Troy challenged him and Luca to a game of beer pong, which Shane and Luca had lost spectacularly because Luca had no idea how beer bong worked). After the game, Ilya had brushed his fingers along Shane's spine as he ribbed Luca on his poor skills, and Shane's skin burned.

    Suddenly, he was done with the parties.

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    Or, the story of how Shane and Ilya broke a dresser (and a front door) after they won the Cup.

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  10. Ilya nodded. “Yes, is true. He is the best player in the league.” David’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Do not tell him I tell you this,” Ilya added quickly. “He still thinks I think he is second best.” Ilya shrugged, a small smile gracing his face. “It can be our secret.” David nodded. Roza-Ilya was a lot different than he was expecting. Or: What David and Ilya talked about while Shane and Yuna were outside.

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  11. Shane didn't know what he should say, what he could say. They hadn't talked since that night, hadn't been in contact much. Which at first hadn't worried Shane. It wasn't unusual for them to go longer periods of time without contact, and especially with the Olympics looming so close, with them both being chosen for their teams, it had only seemed logical to focus on their duties. He hadn't worried. Had lived in that blissful state of finally knowing what it felt like to be taken, of sharing the arguably most intimate part of himself with someone he trusted. Knew he could trust. Thought he could trust. OR: What happened during those 6 months when Ilya ignored Shane? How did that time change things for Shane?

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  12. incredibly whumpy shane hollander subdrops/has an anxiety attack and austistic meltdown after vegas 2014, soft dom ilya rozanov is there to pick up the pieces or: extremely self indulgent hollanov subdrop fic

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  13. Ilya watches as, with shaking fingers, Shane presses something on his phone and turns it to him.

    There is an article open. Ilya sees… a photo of him at Shane’s house in Montreal. A side by side comparison of them, wearing—sharing—the same shirts, and hoodies. Shane’s car driving through the gates at Ilya’s new house.

    Shane hiccups, tears streaming down his cheeks.

    “They figured us out.”

    A year in the life of Shane and Ilya, if they had been outed earlier.

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  14. He reached into his pocket for his phone and fuck– he was still wearing Rozanov’s clothes. They smelt like him. He couldn’t go back inside now to get his own, that would make for even more embarrassment. I just need to get out of here, far away. He opened his phone and tried to call an Uber, but his vision was so blurry from unshed tears, he couldn't see a thing on the screen. What the fuck was he doing? Ilya is never going to talk to him again and he’s out here on the ground having a fucking panic attack. Or, what if when Shane leaves Ilya on the couch, he only makes it past the front door before breaking down?

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  15. Shane feels his feelings after the locker room scene in The Long Game i.e. Shane finally gets to crash out about being Asian-Canadian in a majority white sport and all the things that comes with.

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  16. Before the Door Closes by

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    2026-01-17

    After their engagement, Ilya and Shane return to Russia under the cover of the Irina Foundation, knowing it may be the last time Ilya ever sets foot there. What waits for him is not closure, but grief, memory, and a past he learned to survive by becoming quiet and hard. It isn’t about going back to the life he escaped. It’s about one final goodbye—to the place that shaped him, and to the mother he never stopped missing. With Shane beside him—steady, patient, and fiercely careful—Ilya faces grief he’s spent years surviving, old fear that still lives in his bones, and the quiet truth he’s been avoiding: some doors don’t close cleanly… but you can still choose how to leave them. This is a story about grief, survival, and choosing a future where home is no longer a place, but a person.

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  17. The internet is strange and chaotic and full of things no one bothers to explain. Ilya Rozanov loves it anyway. OR The one where Ilya learns a new viral phrase from TikTok. February 2022 "Will you please get off your phone?" Shane glares at the phone Ilya is holding while lying down in their bed. He glances away from his screen to look at his beautiful husband who is looking very grumpy. "Is someone a little jealous?" Ilya taunts, lifting his eyebrows teasingly. Shane rolls his eyes and rolls over, giving his back to Ilya. "No, I need to sleep and I can't do that if you're watching that stupid clock app." Shane grumbles and Ilya can't help but smile at his husband’s annoyance. "I will put my headphones on so you can get your beauty sleep." He replies, climbing out of bed to find them. Shane rolls onto his back to watch his husband walk across the room, glaring at him. "You're serious?" Shane demands angrily. Ilya looks over his shoulder at him and hesitates with his hand in his bag, "I am not tired yet." Ilya replies like he doesn't understand why Shane is so upset with him. Shane scoffs and rolls back to his side and closes his eyes. He's obviously angry and upset with Ilya. Ilya furrows his brows and stares at his husband. He doesn't want to make him angry so he abandons the headphones and makes his way back to bed, setting his phone down on the bedside table before lying down. Shane scoots infinitesimally away from Ilya as he climbs in. Ilya narrows his eyes in annoyance that his husband is trying to get away from him. He wastes no time wrapping his arm around Shane's waist and tugging him towards him, cuddling him against him tightly. Shane opens his mouth to protest but it quickly turns into a soft gasp when Ilya kisses his neck while trailing his hands down Shane's abs before settling on the waistline of his boxer briefs. "Is my husband feeling neglected?" Ilya whispers against Shane's skin. Shane shivers and nods, words clearly evading him. Ilya starts kissing toward his mouth and Shane turns to give him his lips. Ilya can't help but teasing him though, instead shifting so he hovers over Shane, kissing along his chest instead of giving him the kiss he's now desperate for based on how he groans in frustration. Ilya smiles against Shane's skin, happy that after all these years together that Shane is still desperate for him...that Ilya is just as desperate for Shane. He is a bit surprised that Shane is feeling neglected though when only an hour ago Ilya was on his knees in the shower with his cock in his mouth, but he's not going to complain. Especially when Shane is making the sounds he's making. "Ilya..." Shane groans in annoyance when Ilya licks along the waistband of his boxer briefs. Ilya opens his eyes to see Shane staring at him with hooded, lust-filled eyes that also are filled with so much love it still overwhelms Ilya. "Is okay Shane. I will take care of you now." He promises and then yanks Shane's underwear down, exposing his hard, leaking cock. Ilya immediately starts showing Shane just how un-neglected he is and only minutes later Shane is gasping Ilya's name reverently as he falls apart for him. With one last soft kiss to the tip of Shane's cock, Ilya carefully places Shane's underwear back in place before sliding up to kiss Shane softly on the lips. He's still breathing hard and his eyes are closed, obviously exhausted which is no surprise after the game they had tonight against Florida. "Just give me a minute and I'll take care of you." Shane mumbles sleepily and Ilya can't help but kiss him softly. "Is okay. Just sleep, Любимый." Ilya tells him. Shane squints his eyes open. "I swear if you're just trying to get me to fall asleep so you can watch stupid videos all night, I'm not going to have sex with you ever again." Ilya can't help but laugh. He had no plans of doing that but he can't stop himself from teasing Shane. "Lies. You would not last more than 12 hours without my cock." Shane narrows his eyes, "Of course I would. Do you not remember how you ghosted me for 6 months after the first time we had sex? I can last without it for more than 12 hours." He teases, but the words still hit Ilya right in the heart. He hates that he did that to Shane. He opens his mouth to apologize again for doing that when Shane stops him with a searing kiss banishing the words from his mouth. "Things are different now. You would not last 12 hours." Ilya says when he pulls away still arguing his point. Shane rolls his eyes, "Yeah, well neither could you!" He argues. "I am not the one who threatened to withhold sex." Ilya replies. "I would never do that to you." He adds and Shane's face fills with guilt. Ilya kisses him, not wanting him to feel guilty, especially when they both know Shane's threat was never going to last. "Besides, I wasn't going to touch my phone for the rest of the night. Only you as we fall asleep." Ilya whispers against Shane's lips. "You're still as hard as a rock, Ilya. Let me take care of you." Shane pulls away to look into Ilya's eyes. "Please." He adds and Ilya can't say no to him. Why would he, when he's looking at him the way he is and saying such pretty words. "Okay." He concedes and the next thing he knows Shane is pushing him onto his back and kissing down his body determined to make Ilya forget all about that stupid clock app that Shane is beginning to really hate. "Okay, I like it...Picasso!" Ilya shouts as he jumps on Troy and Shane in celebration of Troy's goal. Troy laughs and shakes his head at Ilya, while Shane looks at him like he's lost his mind. "What did you just say?" Shane asks as they skate toward the bench to give high fives to their teammates. Ilya smiles wide, "It's from a video I saw earlier today on TikTok." He explains and Shane sighs and rolls his eyes in annoyance. "I don't get it." Shane grumbles. "It’s a video of people decorating a car for an art project, and a guy walking by says, ‘Okay, I like it…Picasso!’” Ilya explains and Shane furrows his brows. "What the fuck kind of videos

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  18. The internet is strange and chaotic and full of things no one bothers to explain. Ilya Rozanov loves it anyway. OR The one where Ilya gets to participate in his first TikTok Trend, much to Shane’s dismay. June 2022 “I can’t believe Harris is making us do this. Why did you have to agree?” Shane grumbles as he sits on the couch watching Ilya set up his phone on a tripod. “Is going to be fun, you will see.” Ilya says with a smile as he presses play on the recording and moves to sit down next to his husband who looks like he wants to be anywhere else. “Do you remember how to play?” Ilya turns and asks Shane who rolls his eyes, “Yes, Ilya. Now can we get this over with please?” Shane grumbles with annoyance and Ilya tries to brush it off. He’s been acting strange all day but Ilya thinks it’s just because he’s stressed about playoffs. “Okay, do you want to start?” Ilya asks and Shane narrows his eyes, giving him a Does it look like I want to start? look so Ilya sighs and turns to the camera and smiles wide before starting the game. "He's a 10 but…he's from Canada." Ilya starts out with a wink and turns to Shane who does not look amused. "Okay well he's a 10 but…he's from Russia." Shane replies with a glare. "Really creative, мой лепесток." Ilya laughs before continuing, "He's a 10 but…his favorite drink is ginger ale." "He's a 10 but…he tastes like cigarettes." Shane scrunches his nose in disgust while Ilya narrows his eyes at him before turning to the camera. "I do not smoke." He says and Shane is about to argue when Ilya covers his mouth with his hand and continues, "Often. Not anymore." He finishes and Shane licks his hand and Ilya pulls it away quickly. "Okay let's see...he's a 10 but he has a weak backhand." Ilya smiles smugly as he turns to Shane who glares at him playfully. "He's a 10 but he hates Rose Landry." Shane smiles smugly and Ilya's smile falls from his face. "What? You do!" Shane shrugs and Ilya looks directly into the camera. "I do not hate Rose Landry. I just do not appreciate that she tried to steal you from me." Ilya glares playfully at the camera knowing that if Rose sees this video she'll know he's kidding. It's been many years since her and Shane were together and it is water under the bridge now. Shane just likes to provoke Ilya still because as long ago as it was, Ilya is still jealous. He can't help it. "She did not try to steal me away from you. You and I weren't even together when we started dating!" Shane replies defensively and Ilya turns his head to look at him with disbelief. "Okay fine. If we are going to play this game then he's a 10 but he ran away crying like a scared little baby when I made him a tuna melt." Shane's mouth drops open. "Seriously? I've apologized for that multiple times!" He shouts. Ilya shrugs in response. "Fine. He's a 10 but he ghosted me for 6 months after he fuc-." Ilya put his hand over Shane's mouth again to stop him from finishing that sentence and stops the video. His eyes flare with anger as he turns to Shane. "What the fuck was that?" He demands, dropping his hand from Shane's mouth. He doesn't understand how the fun silly game he wanted to play turned into this? Apparently Shane has much more underlying contempt than Ilya could ever imagine. "You started it!" Shane accuses and Ilya leans back away from Shane with confusion, trying to think back on what he said in the video that caused this. "Because I joked about you having a weak backhand?" He asks in confusion because he's almost positive that is what triggered Shane. Ilya can see Shane filtering through their back and forth and sees the moment he realizes that he's the one who started it, not Ilya. "Fuck. I'm the one who started it." Shane says in realization. "I'm sorry! I don't know why I snapped like that." He adds reaching for Ilya. Ilya lets him grab his hand. "Usually you don't care when I joke about your backhand, but if it upsets you that much I can -" Shane kisses Ilya, cutting off his words. "No. I know you're joking. I don't care." Shane says when he pulls away. Ilya frowns. "Then did I do something else to make you upset?" He asks with worry. Shane sighs and rests his forehead against Ilya's, squeezing tightly on his hand like he's scared Ilya is going to let go. "God, this is going to sound insane." Shane whispers. Ilya tenses and tries to keep his anxiety under control. Shane pulls away and looks at Ilya then takes a deep breath. "I had a dream last night." He says. Ilya furrows his brow in confusion. "What?" He asks. Shane sighs and looks up at the ceiling for a moment before looking at Ilya again. "I had a dream that you married Svetlana after all...while I was dating Rose." Shane admits and Ilya is too stunned to speak. Shane is upset with him because of a dream? After a long bout of silence Shane says, "Will you please say something?" Ilya blinks as he tries to come up with something to say but all he can do is laugh. Shane watches him carefully for a moment before relaxing and joining him in laughter. "You are insane but I love you." Ilya says with a shake of his head as he pulls Shane into his lap and kisses him roughly. "I love you too." Shane moans into Ilya's mouth as he tugs Ilya's shirt up and over his head before crashing his lips back onto his. After a few minutes, Shane drops to the ground in front of Ilya and pulls down his pants. He groans when he realizes Ilya is commando and immediately leans down to give the head of his cock a soft kiss and lick. Ilya sucks in a sharp breath as he tangles his fingers into Shane's hair. Shane moans at the feeling of Ilya's hands. "Fuck my mouth." Shane begs. 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  19. And Shane thought he had, what? Come to Ottawa so he wouldn't have to work so hard? Ilya wanted to punch a wall. "I should have married Svetlana, and stayed with Boston," Ilya said, his voice filled with anger, before he could stop himself. Shit. or Shane crosses the line and Ilya says something he immediately regrets.

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  20. Sometimes they just can't keep their hands off each other.

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