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  1. Between college, his night shift, and the other thing, Shane really doesn't have time to 'get to know' Ilya Rozanov. The man is clearly dangerous and obviously infuriating, and Shane totally does. Not. Have. Time.

    Ilya doesn't do attachments, and he never does favors. He shouldn't give in to the urge to take care of this idiot student who was so mean to him, and he really shouldn't become so invested in his well-being.

    The one where Ilya's the heir to a mafia syndicate, Shane really needs to get some sleep, and Hayden is not allowed to share his hats. There's passive-aggressive caretaking, more secrets than necessary, and bickering that can be heard through the walls.

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  2. When Shane was displeased with Ilya, there was a certain intensity in his speech that called to Ilya like a siren song, dragging him to an early grave with its vehemence. His voice would pitch higher, bossy and prissy and so stridently righteous it should be intolerable. But Ilya was, for all intents and purposes, a whore. And nothing made him harder than his husband putting him in his place. --- or, 5 times ilya ragebaits shane because being yelled at by his husband turns him on, +1 time shane realizes he’s doing it on purpose.

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  3. Shane: did you send my mom an SOS? Ilya: a what? what is SOS? Shane: like a distress signal Ilya: da. yes. told her there is big distress. my husband needs to get fucked by end of week or his dick will explode. would leave our kids with one less father Or, Shane and Ilya have been cockblocked by their kids for nearly 2 weeks. When they finally get a night to themselves, the tension snaps before they even make it to their dinner reservation.

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  4. “You’re not bothered that I’ve thought about another man?”

    Rose smiles. “No, Shane, I’m not. I… Trust me, I’m not bothered, at all. But I do want to know what you’ve thought about doing with him.”

    Shane still doesn’t look at her, but he seems a little less tense. “I’ve thought about… A lot, Rose, I…” He swallows. “Being on my knees, for one thing.”

    Rose notices Shane making eyes at Ilya in the club, and invites him over for a threesome. She gets more than she bargained for.

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  5. “Does the Dominus enjoy serving a slave?” Ilya murmured. Shane looked up at him through dark lashes. His mouth was a hairsbreadth away from Ilya’s cock, and Ilya could see the exact moment the last of his composure burned out, shedding, the way a snake left its old skin behind, eyes bright and body underneath already new— —and instead of answering, Shane licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft, root to tip. The law calls Ilya a slave. The mob of Rome calls him their lion, their Gladiator. Senator’s son Shane calls him to his bed. Now Shane wants to call him free, but that means owning him first.

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  6. Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov are both single dads trying to figure out life, work, and parenting without losing their minds or their kids. Shane’s raising his energetic son Kai, who’s basically a little whirlwind on the ice and at home, while Ilya’s daughter Anastasiya (Ana) is smart, sassy, and has him wrapped around her finger. They meet because their kids are involved in hockey and quickly start running into each other at practices, games, and playdates. Through shared chaos, ice rinks full of screaming kids, they start to rely on each other. Casual hangouts become coffee breaks, practice pickups become dinners, and slowly, what starts as friendship begins to feel a lot like something more.

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  7. Rose Landry is shooting yet another X-Squad sequel in Montreal this month, and they planned her visit to Shane and Ilya's place in Ottawa ages ago; it's just a weird coincidence that Shane is out for a few games with a shoulder strain, and able to hang out with Rose tonight while Ilya's busy playing a home game against Dallas. In which Rose and Shane drink a little too much wine on their girls' night, and Shane winds up with a face full of makeup. It would be a shame if Ilya came home unexpectedly and caught him looking like this! ~~ Or: Rose is an ally, makes Shane pretty, and Ilya rails him about it.

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  8. The command had sliced through him like a knife, and Shane had very nearly opened his mouth. It didn’t just paralyse his jaw, his entire body locked up, shock rippling through him. No matter how many comments were made, neither of them had ever been so evil as to order him so directly. Not since- But then Ilya Rozanov had tackled both of them to the ground, flinging his entire body weight at them, skates flying into the air. - AU where Shane just wants to play hockey but biology and shitty teammates make it nearly impossible. Ilya just wants to have some good competition on the ice. They make it work (eventually).

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  9. Ilya rounded the desk, and his heart didn’t stutter but simply stopped. For an endless second everything stilled around him. Shane had found them, his letters and his journals. And the world turned sideways slowly slipping away from Ilya’s grasp. Like someone had taken away the solid ground underneath his feet, leaving him falling indefinitely. His entire focus narrowed on the pages Shane was clasping in his hands and the shoe carton next to him.

    He had always promised himself that one day he would show Shane, he would tell him about all of it. But he had never wanted it to happen like this. For Shane to just stumble across the pages that carried his darkest thoughts and simple truths of his life. Never wanted him to read those alone or ever. Because Ilya wasn’t sure he was strong enough to revisit all the open wounds he had spilled on those pages.

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    Or Shane and Ilya spend some time at the cottage between Christmas and New Year’s and unravel their past once and for all.

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  10. He has to admit, he feels fucking ridiculous. The sweater isn’t much different from his own. The texture is the same, the fit is the same, but something about it feels entirely wrong. Blasphemous, somehow, like the hockey gods should strike Shane down for even thinking about putting it on. But here he is, pacing around his hotel room, wearing nothing but an Ilya Rozanov Boston Raiders jersey.

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  11. The flight home seemed to take forever. So did the drive, even as he broke every speed limit. His hand was shaking when he tried to get the key in the door. Once, twice, he missed. Then it was flung open. Shane was standing there. He was dressed only in the smallest pair of briefs, the black fabric stretched over the curve of his muscular thighs and ass. A fine sheen of sweat covered his skin and his chest was heaving with shallow, panting breaths. His eyes were hazy and dark. He smelled like sweat and sweetness and Shane. Like everything Ilya had ever wanted since he was just a boy of seventeen. Or: Shane's suppressants are failing.

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  12. “This one is almost full,” Ilya said from across the living room. He was holding something up. They’d both ditched their jackets and rolled up their sleeves, so Shane’s eyes followed the line of Ilya's arm: shoulder, to bent elbow, to bare forearm, to wrist, to hand. Ilya’s fingers were wrapped around the neck of a champagne bottle. Shane wasn’t really certain how many there had been lying around–Yuna and David had been in charge of handling refreshments–but an open, nearly-full bottle indicated that perhaps there had been too much. “Bring it here and I’ll dump it out.” “Dump it out?” Ilya frowned, crossing the living room towards the kitchen. “And waste it?” “What would you rather do?” Ilya set the bottle on the counter and came up behind Shane, strong arms slinking around his waist, Ilya’s lips just barely brushing against his ear. It wasn’t surprising–they’d both been a little clingy ever since the ceremony. “I want to share it with you.” Shane and Ilya's wedding night, after the guests have gone home, and a bit of the day after.

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  13. Ilya Rozanov spoke like he knew him because he fucking did.

    “Oh my god,” Shane shrieked, the sound too loud for the space. “Oh my GOD,” Shane repeated, heart thrumming in his chest just like before.

    This was a sick, cosmic fucking joke. How hadn’t Shane put two and two together before? His memory and pattern recognition were what made him so good at his job, his ability to remember the small details others tend to over look is what made him recoil into himself because others didn’t remember minute particulars, others certainly didn’t voice them and make others uncomfortable. 

    Shane couldn’t believe it. How had he been so fucking blind? So fucking obtuse all these months with the back and forth?  

    Rose’s comment weeks ago came front and center into his mind.

    “He’s really getting under your skin, isn’t he?”

    Shane wanted to fucking die. 

    Shane Hollander knew Ilya Rozanov. How the fuck could he ever forget?

    OR

    An office AU no one asked for.

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  14. A soulmate. It was what all alphas, betas, and omegas had searched for since the creation of their kind. It was a time that came for every and all beings of full maturity that could speak, run, feel, breathe, hunt, and fuck. And now, it was Shane's turn. He would embark to find his mate like all others who had come before him, consummate the mating bond, and begin the next chapter of his life with the missing piece of his fractured soul—an alpha of his very own. A Hollanov primal A/B/O AU fueled by instincts, mating traditions, and soulmate bonds.

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  15. "It was nothing, Ilya. Don't worry about it." "Ah," Ilya said, and something like understanding crossed his face. "Was about us, then." Shane pressed his forehead to Ilya's neck. Of course Shane couldn't just slip this by, of course he would be figured out. He wrapped Ilya up in a hug and moved his hand up and down his back, in a way that he hoped said it doesn't matter. "He just–after he checked me, I called him a dick, and then he said I'd need my big scary Russian husband to protect me. And then he called you a name, and…" Shane didn't know how to finish that sentence, so he let it trail off. And it felt so unfair. And I got more angry than I had any reason to. And I hate that I can't go one game without my sex life being brought up in some way. And it's happened a million other times, so why should I have cared on this one specific occasion? Over the course of the first half of his fifth season on the Centaurs, Shane considers retirement, homophobia, his public life, family, and his legacy. He also gets a tooth knocked out, visits the beach, and is repeatedly pissed off by how hot his husband is.

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  16. No, You First by

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    Shane's sleep deprivation came from one simple text. 'u up?'

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  17. “Hollander,” Ilya sighs and comes to sit next to him. “We can't be more. This is all you get.” Shane really tries not to get mad, because yes he understands. This is all he gets. “Yeah, because it's not that it's a guy that is the problem, it's me right?” Ilya frowns. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “You had no problem letting him be all over you today,” Shane is aware of how jealous he sounds. He doesn't care. If this is the last conversation they'll be having, he needs to make sure he says everything. Or, what if Ilya thought Shane was going to bring Rose to the All Stars Game so he brought Svetlana and Sasha with him?

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  18. Shane is silent for so long that Rozanov leans, slouching against the doorframe, and raises his eyebrows at him expectantly. “Yes? You are selling bibles?”
    “You fucked my girlfriend.” It tears out of him.
    “Ah,” Rozanov drawls, as if the thought is just now occurring to him, “yes. I did.”

     

    ↳ based on a tweet

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  19. Ilya and Shane don't know how it happened. All they know is they woke up in the other's body. And now, they have games to play, interviews to do, and present an award together. What could possibly go wrong?

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  20. Ilya wins MVP. Shane wears Ilya's gift to himself during the ceremony, driving him crazy with the filthiest mouth.

    ~~~

    Ilya's fingers tightened on his chin, his thumb stretching up to rub across Shane's mouth. "What the fuck did you just call me?" His voice was practically vibrating, his eyes flashing down at him.

    Shane stared up at him in confusion for a second. What did I say? He thought as the memory of less than a minute ago settled over him.

    Daddy

    His eyes went wide and blood rushed to his face as embarrassment hit him like a truck. "Oh, baby... I..."

    Ilya released his face to curl his fingers around Shane's throat. "No, Shane. Say it again."

    Shane blinked. "What?"

    "You heard me." Ilya's thumb pressed into Shane's lower lip, dragging it down slightly. "Say it again."

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