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  1. Troy just wants to do well in Ottawa. His body has other plans.

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  2. After learning Crowell threatened Troy, Ilya has a plan but it's gonna need some assistance from retired players Adam Sheppard and Riley Tuck.

    (Basically, I finished Role Model and decided to throw in TSYT boys into that story for the drama of it)

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  3. Green-Eyed Rival by

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    Ilya thinks he’s being a good friend to Troy when he gets Troy to confess his crush to him. But when the crush turns out to be Shane, HIS Shane, he does the most stupid thing he could possibly do. He gives Troy Shane’s number. Ilya Rozanov wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand as he stepped off the ice after another grueling practice session in Ottawa. His muscles ached in that satisfying way, the kind that reminded him he was alive, pushing limits. His teammates were scattered in the locker room, some laughing about a drill, others stripping off gear with tired grunts. Ilya felt a buzz of anticipation wash through him as he remembered his boyfriend Shane was due to visit this weekend, and just the thought of it made the world feel a little less heavy. Sneaking around had always been exhausting. But those stolen moments? Worth every fucking risk. Troy Barrett was hanging back by his stall, twisting his gloves in his hands like they owed him money, Ilya noticed. A few months ago, after a late-night game, after weeks of talking and trying to get Troy to trust him, had cornered Ilya in the empty hallway and spilled his secret that he was gay. He'd said it in a whisper, eyes darting around to make sure there was nobody nearby when he said it. Ilya had just shrugged, clapped him on the back, and told him it was no big deal. “Your life, your business Barrett,” he'd said. "I got secrets too." Troy had looked relieved, like a weight had lifted, and since then, there was this unspoken bond between them. Ilya respected that trust if he was being honest. it wasn't easy being different in a league full of homophobic, straight people. But now, Troy looked downright nervous, shifting from foot to foot, his face flushed under the locker room lights. He kept glancing at Ilya, then away, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Ilya arched an eyebrow as he unlaced his skates, tossing his helmet into his bag and faced him. "What? You look like you swallowed bad borscht. Or maybe you finally realized your slapshot sucks. Spit it out Barrett." Troy let out a nervous chuckle, but it came out strained, like he was forcing it a little. “Nah, man. My slapshot's fine, dare I say better than yours on a bad day. Hey, can we talk? Somewhere private? Not here with these clowns eavesdropping." Ilya nodded, curiosity getting the better of him. He grabbed his towel and slung it over his shoulder. "Sure. Hallway? Or you need a confessional booth?" They stepped into the dim corridor, the door clicking shut behind them, muffling the locker room noise to a distant sound. Troy leaned against the wall, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, his eyes fixed on the floor like a child waiting to be scolded by a parent. What could Troy possible be so nervous about? Ilya couldn’t stop wondering to himself. He was about to say “Spit it out Barrett, I don’t have all day to play guess my thoughts game with you,” but then Troy spoke before he got the chance. "Okay, so... there's this player I like. Or, I think I like. He's just hot, like really hot. Got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. It lights up his whole face, you know? Makes you want to stare forever. And his eyes? Man, they're killer. Plus, he's got that whole intense, focused vibe on the ice like he owns the puck." Ilya grinned wide, leaning in with genuine excitement. This was new territory for Troy. Crushes weren't something he'd brought up before. It felt good to be the confidant and also hearing first hand gossip that he was definitely going to tell Shane later that night. But Ilya wasn’t going to tell him that. “Oh? Good for you Barrett. Finally getting some action in that boring life of yours? Who is mystery man? Tell me. I know every player in league. Maybe I set up introduction for you, yes? Or scare him into confessing if he’s into men?” Troy's face turned even redder, and he hesitated, biting his lip like he was debating running back to the locker room. This was new, Ilya thought. He couldn’t remember Troy ever being this flustered before. Not even when he had finally confessed to him he was gay. “I don't know if I should say it though” “Why” Ilya’s curiosity reached an all time peak at that. Who was this player? Whoever this player was, it had to be a tough guy or someone that seemed out of his league for Troy to be so nervous about telling him. “It’s kinda bold. And he's like out of my league. Way out. Like I'm a beer league scrub and he's NHL All-Star material." "Come on," Ilya urged, his voice light and encouraging. He slapped Troy's arm playfully. “Don't be shy like little puppy Barrett. Even if you too chicken to ask him out, I do it for you. I talk to guy, make it happen. Tell him you're great catch, strong and also quiet type. Girls love that yes? Guys too probably. Easy peasy. “Well I don’t know if girls or guys in general love that but maybe…” Troy trailed off, one hand still resting nervously at the bottom of his head, scratching lightly, but Ilya cut in, already losing his patience. “Who? Spill Barrett or I start guessing. Which player is it? Is it that one you almost fought with the other day from Toronto? The one with weird mustache?" Troy shook his head quickly, a small nervous laugh escaping him. “No, god no. That mustache is a crime. Alright fine. But don't laugh, okay?" He took a deep, shaky breath, his eyes finally meeting Ilya's. "It's Hollander." The word hung in the air, and for a split second, Ilya didn't process it. Then shock slammed into him like a body check against the boards, hard, unexpected, leaving him winded and almost losing balance. His mind raced, hard and fast. “Hollander? "Who? Hollander Isaac?" There was one minor league scrub named Isaac Hollander, right? A nobody with average skills and zero presence. Had to be him. Please let it be him.The only other “Hollander” option here was well, oh fuck! It couldn’t be right?

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  4. When Roz starts speaking, frantically letting out Russian words from his hospital bed, Troy jumps in fear. “Ty emu uzhe pozvonila? Gde mama?” While Troy might not know Russian, or any other Slavic language that might have offered him some sort of context, he understands the word for mother. His heart clenches in his chest. Calling for your mom, especially when you’re hurt and confused feels instinctive. Troy is pretty sure he’d do the same thing. But the thought of coming out of your dazed state while desperately wanting your mom, and the loss of your mom coming crashing down on you must be a different type of agony. Roz starts speaking again, Russian coming to him easier than English must. “Mama? Gde moya mama?”

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  5. But against all odds, Ilya gets a cup for his new team before Shane’s retirement, their rivalry now more intense before his rival falls off the face of the earth. Then, one Stanley cup – after three decades of not bringing home any banners, Ilya Rozanov finally helps win them a Cup– The TV shuts off, effect disconcerting as two familiar silhouettes sit on a couch, a curly mop of hair and a neatly combed back wolfcut. A tiny, bald head comes into view when Ilya turns, encasing a baby in his arms, so cute and pudgy and under no dispute is definitely a Hollander-Rozanov. “...What?” he asks with a grin, a mildly annoyed expression on Shane’s face. Shane reaches out to close hands over the baby’s ears, “You watch your back, Rozanov,” he mumbles threateningly, “The moment I return on ice, your winning streak is over,” ; Ilya gets Shane pregnant. A happy accident if anything.

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  6. Ilya comes out to the Centaurs. That's it, that's the fic, hope you like it. Oh, and tells them about Shane.

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  7. Svetlana lets Ilya know that Alexei had another daughter. He has two nieces. And they need him. **COMPLETE**

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  8. It started with Ilya having suggestions for the menu at the new and improved Kingfisher. It stopped being a reno chat real quick

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  9. "Waitt a minute Barrett why'd ya take a drink," Young slurred with his eyes narrowed, "Harris don't play hockey." Well shit. Of course one of the rookies had to notice, those morons never let anything go. So now everyone and their fucking mothers had turned to stare at Troy who could only let out an awkward laugh. Well this sobered him up. "Harris probably wasn't the first guy he slept with you idiot, he grew up playing hockey maybe it was an old teammate," Holmber said to Young whom he was still currently draped over. "Nooo papa Hazy said professional hockey player, so it has to be someone in the league," Young argued back. The rookies had all taken to calling Wyatt variations of dad and followed him around like a bunch of baby ducks. Troy woulda laughed at the endearing nickname was he not about to get his shit rocked by a 6' 3'' Russian in the parking lot. Because of every hockey player Troy Barrett could've slept with he just had to hook up with Shane mother fucking Hollander. ----- Or the Ottawa Centaurs play never have I ever ----- UPDATE

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  10. Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov’s relationship is probably the worst-kept secret in the NHL, and it’s entirely their own fault. 11 years is a long time to keep a secret, and Shane and Ilya are really, really bad at sneaking around. Or: A look into Shane and Ilya’s relationship over the years, from all the people who walk in on them, one way or another.

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  11. “Fuck you Rozanov.” He smirks. Even in the dark, Shane can feel it. The way his mouth quirks up and his eyes widen. “If you ask nicely.” or shane hollander and ilya rozanov are roommates in college who hate each other. until they don’t. ft. reddit, letterboxd, RA scott hunter, tuna melts and late nights.

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  12. Ilya knows Shane’s body better than anyone. He knows when something is wrong. But Ilya doesn’t know how to approach it. AKA A short fic featuring comfort of my favorite couple.

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  13. Troy Barrett comes to Ottawa wanting stability. He tells himself he wants the team, the routine, the structure, the safety of fitting in without needing too much from anyone. This is his clean start, and he needs to do whatever it takes to keep it.

    What he finds instead is Shane Hollander, amazing perfect Shane Hollander, and the uncomfortable realisation that the thing he’s been trying hardest not to want might be the only thing that actually feels like what he needs.

    As lines blur and tempers rise, Troy learns the hard way that wanting to belong can turn into wanting to keep, and that some things aren’t up for negotiation, especially when there’s a Russian captain who’s already decided what’s not on offer.

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    “Hey, Ilya?” Troy asks, already regretting it. “I was actually going to ask you about someone.”

    The moment he says Shane Hollander’s name, the locker room goes quiet, and Troy knows he’s crossed a line he didn’t fully understand.

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    Troy’s POV of the events best called ‘Ilya’s worst nightmare’

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  14. 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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  15. 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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  16. Ilya Rozanov didn’t want to die. He would have to feel alive to want the alternative. What he was doing wasn’t living, it was surviving. He was surviving the same day on repeat like an extra cruel version of Groundhog Day. He knew it was getting bad. He knew the thoughts he tried so hard to bury were only getting louder. And there was nothing he could do to stop it. or; Ilya’s depression was getting worse, but luckily, he’s not as alone as he feels.

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  17. Harris organises a team field trip to a cabane à sucre — sugar shack — to gather content for the Ottawa Centaurs’ social media. Ilya doesn’t understand why Canadians are so obsessed with maple syrup, but Shane is there to make the weird cultural experience more memorable.

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  18. “How should we expect this night to go?” The reporter was hyped up. Ilya couldn’t blame them; the rivalry between Ottawa and Toronto was as new as it was personal. There was no shortage of stories to write, and they all knew it. So Ilya shrugged when he answered. “We will see. Perhaps a visit to the penalty box–” he smirked. “My vacation home.” Ilya liked to tell reporters that the Toronto penalty box was becoming his vacation home. He liked saying it; Centaurs’ fans liked him saying it; the Toronto fans loathed it, too. Win-win-win. Ilya Rozanov and his teammates have a bad habit of ending up in Toronto's penalty box. Shane Hollander has a special gift for the penalty kill.

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