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  1. he could feel his face heating up and turning red before he opened his mouth because he was growing impatient with this teasing and taunting bullshit that could wait until they leave this kitchen. "okay, please do something — anything , please." "you want me to fuck you in the kitchen?" "iIya, please — fuck me or so god help me I'll kick you out for the- holy shit." or hollanov the fic where after the team wins a game and iIya comes back home to a pleasant surprise from his husband shane.

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  2. Hollander as an opponent has always been focused and precise and an absolute nightmare for a defenseman, the kind of player you dread facing. Hollander as a teammate is…well, he’s still focused and precise, and intense about every drill and lift and film session to the point of being more than a little intimidating. Hollander on five-and-a-half beers and just as many chalupas is something else entirely. OR, The Centaurs get to know Shane Hollander.

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  3. another view by

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    Suddenly, she shot up as a thought occured to her. He’d gone to Shane’s to get washer tablets. The blushing. “Did Shane have someone at the cottage?” “Um. I don’t know how to say this really, but it was- um. It was that Ilya Rozanov. Um-“ She shot up off the sofa. “What?” “Look, I don’t know any more than you now. I just went in to get the washer tablets but I couldn’t find him so I went out back, you know, I thought he might be doing yoga or something-“ “And?” “And, well. He wasn’t alone. He was with that hockey player, Rozanov. Kissing.” “ ‘That hockey player?’ ” She repeated the words back to him. “You mean the boy our son has been competing with for almost a decade? That he’s supposedly hated for a decade? Hell, I’ve hated that boy for a decade! I mean, what the-“ (yuna’s pov of finding out about shane & ilya’s relationship) Yuna Hollander could admit that maybe she wasn’t the calmest or most relaxed person. She got too way to into games of Yahztee, was obsessive about hockey in a way that most people didn’t understand, and was generally an intense person about most things in her life. She never did anything by halves. That was why David was so good for her. He was the calmest, quiet balance to her obsessive, intense nature. So, when she heard the car pull up into the drive, the door slam, and running footsteps storming into the house, she was more than a little alarmed. “David, what-“ He burst into the room, panting for breath. His eyes were wide and shocked. Immediately, terrible thoughts flooded her brain of Shane injured; seeing her usually calm husband in such a state had her worst fears coming to the surface. And it hadn't been all that long ago since Shane had been in hospital; she was still a little on edge. When he didn't respond, she pressed him. “David, what is it?” He opened his mouth, flushed bright red and then closed it again. “David, please, you’re kind of worrying me,” David saw her panic and pulled her towards him. “No, no, it’s nothing bad. Shane is fine-“ Relief flooded through her and she shoved him lightly. “God, don’t scare me like that!” “Sorry, Yuna,” She pushed away from him, returning to the sofa where she’d been watching the pundits break down a Voyagers game from last season. “Well, what is it, then?” She couldn’t imagine what on earth had the usually unshakeable man so flustered. Suddenly, she shot up as a thought occurred to her. He’d gone to Shane’s to get washer tablets. The blushing. “Did Shane have someone at the cottage?” David went tomato red. “You could say that.” Yuna gasped. It had been so long since Shane had dated anyone. Rose had been almost a year ago. She’d not heard of anyone since, and both her and David had discussed the chances of Shane being gay because of his lack of said love life. “Okay, tell me more!” “Um. I don’t know how to say this really, but it was- um. It was that Ilya Rozanov. Um-“ She shot up off the sofa. “What?” “I know, Jesus-“ David collapsed into the nearest chair and put his hands in his face. “What has Shane gotten himself into?” “What?” All she could do was repeat herself. “Look, I don’t know any more than you now. I just went in to get the washer tablets but I couldn’t find him so I went out back, you know, I thought he might be doing yoga or something-“ “And?” “And, well - he wasn’t alone. He was with that hockey player, Rozanov. Kissing.” “ ‘That hockey player?’ ” She repeated the words back to him. “You mean the boy our son has been competing with for almost a decade? That he’s supposedly hated for a decade? Hell, I’ve hated that boy for a decade! I mean, what the-“ Her tirade was interrupted by the sound of another car pulling into the drive. “Shit! Do you think that’s Shane?” She ran to the window frantically. She spotted Shane’s car immediately, and could see Shane sat in the drivers seat next to fucking Rozanov. “Oh my God, Rozanov’s with him.” “Yuna, calm down. Come, sit down. We have to be supportive,” “Do not tell me to calm down when Shane’s been doing God knows what with Rozanov-“ The name was like dirt in her mouth. A moment later, the door opened and a voice rang out. “Hello? It’s me…Shane.” A second later and their son walked into the room like he was about to face the firing squad. Yuna’s heart wrenched at the plain fear on her son’s face. Then, a second later and Ilya Rozanov followed behind her son and came into the room. “Shane?” Ilya Rozanov was in her living room. It was surreal. Shane cleared his throat, his eyes flickering nervously between the two of them. “Mom. Dad. I- I think we should talk.” A snarky comment about how that was possibly the understatement of the year rose in her throat but she bit it back. “We forgot to buy dishwasher tablets. I just wanted to know if I could borrow some. I didn’t know you had… company.” At the last word, David’s eyes shifted to Rozanov, as if he too could also not believe this man was in their house. With Shane. “Dad, it’s okay. I’m sorry. You… shouldn’t have found out that way.”

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  4. If you asked Ilya Rozanov what he loved about Shane Hollander, he would just look at you in that unimpressed Russian way of his and not tell you a fucking thing before walking the other way and ignoring you completely.
    If you asked Shane Hollander what he loved about Ilya Rozanov, he'd scoff at you and say, "are you fucking joking?", rolling his eyes as if was all a big joke, because they were rivals. They didn't like each other, let alone seek each other out off the ice. He'd be lying as he said it all, but still. He couldn't possibly admit that he had a whole list of things he loved about the Boston Captain.

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  5. lucky bastard by

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    “I like it,” he says weakly. “I like it, I like you holding me like this.”

    “Like what?”

    “Like you own me.”
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    or; They're falling in love. They can't have it, even if they can have each other, just for a little while.

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  6. “I think, at this point, we are friends, no?” Ilya asks, his back still to Shane. “Are we?” Shane asks, and Ilya’s lip quirks at the way he can hear the curiosity bleed through Shane’s tone, despite the way he’s clearly trying so hard to sound indifferent. “I consider you a friend, yes. We had food together. Hung out,” he explains. “Okay. Sure, yeah,” Shane agrees, meeting Ilya’s eyes as he turns around to face him. “Friends.” “Good. It is important you know this,” Ilya asks, stepping across the slightly echoey room, his hand going to tilt Shane’s jaw up. “It’s important for you to know I like you,” he says, watching with amusement as more confusion spreads across Shane’s pretty face. “Why?” “Because,” Ilya says softly, condescendingly as he leans down, his mouth close to Shane’s. Shane is so receptive to him, his lips already parting, expecting a kiss. “I am going to fuck you like I hate you,” he finishes, watching as Shane’s jaw drops a little, his breath hitching.

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  7. Five times when Ilya is hurt on the ice and Shane can’t go to him, and one time he can.

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    For a Fullfill a Crave-ing prompt.

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  8. Shane needs to speak with Ilya but he's currently recovering from his concussion and therefore on the injury list. Will it happen?

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  9. “Do you want to know how it feels?” Shane let his hand fall back to the couch. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and lifted a brow at Rozanov. “What – holding the Cup? You’ve already made that joke once.” “No.” Rozanov’s fingers encircled Shane’s wrist and then he was pulling Shane’s hand between his legs. Or: Shane tops.

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  10. Shane was heartbreakingly beautiful, always, but the mix of shyness and determination, quiet confidence and liquid hot eyes, was devastating. Ilya was getting lightheaded. He couldn’t think of what would be better, Shane dressing up because he thought Ilya would like it, or Shane dressing up because he liked it. Devastating. Shane shows up to Ilya’s apartment in pretty white shorts, and Ilya loses his mind over it.

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  11. After the first two episodes, I couldn’t get over how soft Ilya was, specifically the way he kissed Shane’s back when things got intimate. It stuck in my brain, so I wrote this on a whim about what might’ve happened if Shane really sent that text.

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  12. So when he typed out on his phone “we didn’t even kiss” with tears rolling down his cheeks, he just wanted to type it. He just wanted to feel it— to feel the pain he had inside of him. That maybe typing it would help let it out, he would type it and the feeling would go away. And the stupid fucking elevator still wasn’t here, and he was forced to sit there and wallow in his sadness. He should’ve thought this through, his hands were still shaking and as he went to delete the text. His clumsy thumb accidentally hit the send button. “Oh fuck.” That snapped Shane out of everything. Or What if Shane accidentally sent the "we didnt even kiss" text to Ilya?

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  13. He’s almost at his own door when the muffled sound of his own name catches his attention. “ —like an idiot. Scott Hunter is right next door.” Scott pauses, blinking. He then finds himself unconsciously stepping towards the door his name was uttered behind— before he abruptly freezes, eyes locking on the room number. It’s the room directly next to his own. The one Rozanov had walked out of just this morning. But that voice… it’s vaguely familiar, and it certainly doesn’t belong to Rozanov. Or: Scott Hunter has the unfortunate experience of rooming next to Ilya Rozanov at the 2011 All-Stars.

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  14. Ilya kisses across his cheek down to his neck, licking up to his earlobe. Shane sucks in a breath at that. Ilya says hotly in his ear, “We should smoke it together, it would be fun.” Shane pulls back, looking into Ilya’s eyes. “You can’t be serious,” he says, that irritation creeping back into his voice. “Why not? Is just us— no one else around. It is not big, just few puffs,” Ilya tries convincing him, peppering his cheeks and jaw with soft kisses. OR Ilya and Shane smoke weed together for the first time one hot afternoon in June at the cottage.

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  15. i do it for you by

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    As he walked past he caught a brief exchange between the two. “Thanks for cleaning up out here, I know there are things you’d rather do than clean up after us,” Rozanov laughed and kissed Shane. “Yes, I do not like playing maid for Boiziau and Pike. But I know you will stress if it is not done, so I do it. Go, relax.” In response, Shane melted into Rozanov. Shit, JJ could understand why. That was actually romantic as fuck. Damn, Rozanov. (jj and hayden visit shane at the cottage & jj realises there’s more to rozanov than he ever knew)

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  16. Power Play by

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    It was Ilya’s thing, apparently. A week of texts leading up to this game. Blurry photographs of toys laid out on a quilted over and links to videos that had Shane achingly hard in anticipation. It was a promise, not a request.

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  17. Say Don't Go by

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    We didn't even kiss They hadn’t kissed. Shane had been lying there, right next to him, and Ilya hadn’t kissed him. Hadn’t leaned over a foot of space when he’d spent the last year just wanting to be in the same room as Shane Hollander. Fuck. --- OR: Shane sends the text. Ilya chases after him.

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  18. Prince Shane Hollander arrives in the frozen kingdom of Rozanova as a political sacrifice, a foreign prince married off to a man raised to hate everything he represents. King Ilya Rozanov is all broad shoulders and dangerous confidence, yet beneath the armour is a heat that catches Shane off guard. Their wedding binds two nations in suspicion, but the nights behind closed doors begin to spark with something neither can ignore. Shane fights to survive a hostile court, the relentless cold, and the weight of living among enemies. Ilya is brutal in public, but unexpectedly gentle in private, slowly becoming the one person Shane wants to trust. Fear and pride pull them apart at the worst possible moment, and when danger finally strikes from the shadows, every buried feeling breaks open. Duty shifts into desire, then into something fierce and consuming. With tensions rising and loyalties tested, Shane and Ilya must decide if they can stand together as more than symbols of peace. This is a marriage that turns into longing, tenderness, and a slow burn that finally turns into fire, all within a kingdom that would rather see them fall than hold each other.

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  19. Following the reveal that her son has apparently been seeing Ilya Rozanov of all people for the entirety of their careers, Yuna Hollander has a realization about an interaction she once had in an elevator.

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  20. Hayden smiles and bobs his head to his earbuds as he crosses the lobby floor, Dunkin’ bag swinging in his hand and an icy red Coolatta practically glowing in his other one. His shoes squeak cheerfully on the tiles. A member of the hotel staff in a sharp suit and a gleaming bronze name tag presses the elevator button for him, doors swooshing open just as he reaches it. He has a box of Munchkins in the Dunkin’ bag and everything, figuring he might as well treat himself with the whole, blissful evening ahead, the victory still singing in his veins. Tonight is gonna be perfect. * With Shane disappearing to go and spend time with Ilya, Hayden's pretty hyped up to have some alone time. Except seemingly everything goes wrong, and it turns out Shane isn't as far from their shared room as they thought. Working title: hayden x ear plugs

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