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    OR - Hollanov’s story through the years told through the Google search history of Ilya Rozanov

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  2. "A game?" said Shane blankly. Ilya waved his arms around as if to communicate through hand gestures. "You know, a sex game. Where we pretend to do something in a sexy way." "You have a... fantasy? Like, you want to act out a scenario?" Shane said hesitantly. Ilya snapped his fingers. "Yes. I have a fantasy." "What's your, um. Fantasy?" Even asking, Shane felt a hot blush rising up his cheeks. Ilya leaned forwards so that his lips were to Shane's ear. "I want you... to be a fan." Shane shuddered at Ilya's breath ghosting across his skin. "A fan?" "Yes, a fan. My biggest fan. And you ask me for an autograph." Or: Shane loses a bet, and Ilya wants Shane to pretend to be his biggest fan. Set Pre-Tuna Melt

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  3. He thinks of the cottage, the call with Hayden. As his mind wanders back to that day, to the cheeky grin on the Russian’s face as he had looked up at him, Shane’s fingers wander over Ilya’s chest and sides, straying to his belly at times. He wished they could do that again, which is silly. Or is it? ___ Ilya is on the phone with Svetlana. Shane is on his knees for him.

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  4. "On the ice, he acted quick. Found the puck fast, moved to the net faster. Years of experience had honed his reflexes into second nature. But here, off the ice, wearing ROZANOV on his back like some doe-eyed puck bunny in the stands, his brain short-circuited completely." Or: Shane accidentally wears Ilya’s shirt into the locker room. “Oh.” Ilya rested his head back on the pillow, looking over at Shane. “So you are the asshole.” A wide smile stayed frozen on Shane’s face. He couldn’t help it. “No, it’s still you.” “No, it’s not me.” Ilya feigned offense, thumb stabbing toward Shane. “You’re the asshole.” He sat up an inch and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Everyone! Shane Hollander is an asshole!” Shane’s grin was starting to hurt his cheeks, his laughter coming easier than it had in months. He gave Ilya a playful shove, sending him tumbling back into the pillows. In an accent that had begun to fade, Ilya added, “I am feeling too good to lose tonight, anyway.” “Oh yeah?” Shane turned onto his side, propped on an elbow. “’Cause I’m feeling pretty good too.” “No shit,” Ilya murmured, sliding a hand beneath the sheets to squeeze Shane’s thigh, spurring an echo of pleasure that still clung to the edges of his mind. Sunlight soaked their bare chests, a rarity when their time together was usually isolated to late nights and unfamiliar hotel rooms. It felt better than Shane was willing to admit. Almost normal. The thought sobered him. In reality, they were both supposed to be on the ice in a few short hours. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, eyes widening. “Shit, Ilya. We’re late.” Ilya’s eyelids had gone heavy, an arm flung over his face. “Hm?” “I need to get back to my hotel for pickup,” Shane hissed, kicking the sheets aside. Behind him, Ilya groaned, long and dramatic. How he’d earned the captaincy with his complete indifference to punctuality baffled Shane. Then again, no one seemed to mind when he kept dragging Boston to victory night after night. It took effort not to marvel at him in those brief moments from the bench, the way he made it all look effortless. Their clothes lay in a heap by the bedroom door. He hadn’t even folded them. Shane scooped up half the pile and tossed it across the room, a pant leg smacking Ilya in the cheek. “Sorry.” “Liar,” Ilya groaned, expression pinched as he slipped free of the sheets and stretched, arms reaching overhead. Shane was already tugging on his sweats, shirt slung over his arm, when he caught sight of Ilya dangling off the edge of the mattress. Light brown curls stood in every direction, a faint sheen still clung to the dip of his spine, a wrinkle pressed into his skin. For a moment, panic gave way to something softer. There were few things he allowed to disrupt his routine, and Ilya had held the top spot since they were eighteen. Shane crossed the room in a few long strides, leaning in to press a firm kiss to his lips. “See you soon, Rozanov.” Ilya’s hand came up, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him closer, deepening it. "Stop trying to distract me,” he murmured against Ilya’s mouth. “Stop trying to leave,” Ilya countered, fingers twisting into Shane’s hair, tugging lightly. It was almost enough to convince Shane to crawl onto his lap and see how quickly they could fit in round two. Or was it three? Shane bit back a sigh. “Tonight?” Ilya’s jaw ticked. “Tonight.” The distance Shane was forced to put between them had grown harder to bear lately, recent confessions weaving new threads into place. He’d ask him soon, about the cottage. Two uninterrupted weeks, no deadlines, no schedules breathing down their necks. Ilya would probably say no. But what if he didn’t? “Go,” Ilya said at last, breaking the kiss. Part of Shane was grateful, because he wasn’t sure he had the willpower to do it himself. The absence of Ilya’s touch settled in immediately, a dull ache that followed him as he turned for the door. There was a mindset Shane liked to settle into before a game, and he was struggling to reach it. It was clouded, inevitably, by the memory of Ilya’s hands roaming over bare skin, teeth at his neck, the way he’d murmured filthy encouragement as they found their rhythm and slipped into Russian when they lost it. Maybe it was for the best that they didn’t make a habit of afternoon meetings. This was torture. Traffic was thick, and Shane tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, eyes flicking to the clock again and again. Was time moving faster today? By the time he’d parked and sprinted up to his hotel room, there was barely enough time to pull on dress pants and shrug into a high-end suit jacket over a wrinkled shirt. It didn’t quite meet dress code, but he’d rather take the hit for that than further fuel Hayden’s theory that he’d been late because he was with a woman named Lily. A woman Shane had vehemently denied existed. His protests had sounded less convincing lately, and maybe he’d stopped caring if they did. Theriault waited outside the bus, and Shane was already apologizing before the coach could get a word in. “My bad, Coach.” “First for everything I suppose,” Theriault grunted, giving him a look that lingered somewhere between concern and curiosity. Shane was the captain. He was supposed to set

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  5. Things we do for... by

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    No one wanted to go to Ottawa! Except Ilya Rozanov, it seemed. -- An outside view on Ilya's decision to go to play in Ottawa. Ilya's agent leads a hard life.

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  6. Since Shane’s Calvin Klein campaign dropped, it somehow escaped the hockey bubble entirely and spilled into the general public. There are countless TikToks now—not even from hockey fans, just regular people—posting about his husband in tight white briefs that leave very little to the imagination. Every sports show seems obligated to mention Shane Hollander’s Calvin Klein campaign. It’s inescapable in a way neither of them had expected. At first, Ilya thought it was fun. He was glad the world finally saw his husband as the sexy, talented man he’d always known him to be. He liked interacting with fan posts and edits, even sending them to Shane just to watch the way his face would immediately redden. But now, the public reaction is a little… much. or; Shane’s Calvin Klein campaign goes viral, not only in the hockey sphere, but all over the internet. Ilya tries (and fails) to not show his jealousy.

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  7. When Paramedic Shane Hollander and EMT Hayden Pike start working nights, they expect to spend their shifts getting fucked over by Response Paramedic—and notorious asshole—Ilya Rozanov.

    Shane does end up getting fucked, just not in the way he was expecting.

    (shane just wants to do his job and ride the ambulance. ilya thinks shane should be riding him, instead.)

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  8. “Where's the remote?” Shane asks in a slightly raised voice so that Ilya can hear him from the kitchen. Ilya walks over, leaning against the doorway to watch as Shane looks in between the coach cushions, “Pike must have it.” “What?” Shane takes the moment to stop what he’s doing and look up, his eyebrows furrowing together in that way that Ilya finds adorable, “Why would Hayden have it?” “Because some people never change,” Ilya answers easily. “What? He hasn’t taken anything before, he-” Ilya shakes his head, standing fully straight again and walking over to behind the couch, leaning slightly forward so that he can look into Shane’s eyes when he says, “That is not true. The puck. 2017. He took it mid-game- mid-play! An attempt to sabotage and-” Shane does a mixture of scoffing and laughing, picking up a pillow and throwing it at him, it bounces off of him easily, “Oh my god, Ilya, that was twenty five years ago! Let it go.” * OR, during one fateful game in 2017, the puck randomly disappears from the ice, Shane and Ilya accuse each other until it's found in Hayden's pant leg. Ilya does not let this go.

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  9. “The fuck? What are you doing here?” “I am wondering same thing about you.” “You’re wondering—you’re in Shane’s—what the hell is going on?” “Close the door, please. Is cold.” Shane gives Hayden the go-ahead to grab a package from his house—but Ilya flew in a day early as a surprise. Oops. An alternate Hayden-finds-out story set the winter after The Cottage.

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  10. Following Scott Hunter coming out, Ilya takes social justice into his own hands and decides to belittle homophobes online. While Shane ends up having a heart to heart with Scott Hunter, helping him to come out to Hayden.

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  11. Troy: How many women have you slept with anyways?
    Ilya: ♾️
    Luca: That’s just an infinity symbol
    Ilya: Yes

    In which internet discourse ensues, the gay players of the NHL bicker in the group chat, and Shane would just like to get through the weekend without his husband starting another twitter scandal.

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  12. The video leaks on a random Tuesday, halfway through Shane Hollander’s first season with the Ottawa Centaurs. After the relationship and subsequent marriage between infamous rivals and to-be Hall-of-Famers Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov was revealed at the end of the previous season, all eyes were on the Centaurs and their newlyweds. or A video from the Voyageurs locker room before Game 4 of Ottawa vs. Montreal leaks.

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  13. wanna be yours by

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    He knows Ilya is concussed, and probably doesn’t even know what he’s saying, but the look in his eyes is so tender, so genuine, and Shane can’t help but get lost in it. - What if Ilya was the one injured in Episode 5?

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  14. Shane gets hit on by strangers, Ilya has a chirp book, Ilya is a worm, Shane consumes too many "special" brownies, and Shane chirps for the first time. Or. A series of one shots of Ilya and Shane being disgustingly in love. --- Witnessing Shane interact with a group of painfully average men makes Ilya’s heart race a little, and not in a good way. Maybe this jealousy is a bad thing and he should learn to stop feeling so annoyed whenever other people flirt and confess their undying love for his husband, but that’s a thought for tomorrow’s Ilya.

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  15. Ilya: look what i can do Ilya: ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! Shane: What the fuck? Or: Five times Ilya uses kaomojis in Shane’s POV, and one time in Ilya’s POV

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  16. wiC$h liC$t by

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    Ilya tries to soft-launch the idea of retirement to Shane. Or: “Don’t have panic attack,” he starts with a squeeze of his fingers around his, which is probably a bad place to do that, the starting. He makes an effort to speak faster, “After we win Cup, I quit.” There. “Quit what?” Shane searches his eyes, bouncing between left and right and back. Ilya can’t help but laugh at his husband, as if the concept of ‘quitting’ and ‘hockey’ in the same sentence has never occurred to him before. It probably hasn’t. While he takes a deep inhale, Ilya adjusts his hold on the bag of ice on his angry, swollen knee that is in the middle of a suicide mission in protest of Ilya playing a professional sport in his late thirties. “Hockey.”

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  17. A few months after Shane and Ilya’s relationship is revealed, Twitter begins to speculate about the timeline of it all. Ilya fans the flames.

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  18. real hollanover @twentyfour guys why does every member of the hollander-rozanov family like to lick shane's face :0

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  19. He walked back to the living room, where Jackie and Hayden were standing, having a whispered conversation, Shane’s jacket folded over Jackie’s arm. They stopped talking and turned to Shane as he entered. “Hey, bud,” said Hayden slowly, not moving. “Uh, do you want me to leave?” asked Shane, gesturing to his jacket, panic rising in his throat. “What? No. No. Absolutely not. We were afraid you’d try and sneak out of here, so I grabbed your coat and keys,” explained Jackie. “Oh,” said Shane, letting out a shaky laugh as he ran his hand through his hair. “Good call. I can’t say it didn’t cross my mind.” or Ilya has a new philosophy in how he picks fights, Shane doesn’t understand the appeal of a moral victory, and Hayden is so fucking glad he married Jackie.

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  20. Shane Hollander @Shane_Hollander24:
    New post on Reddit!
    r/help: how to stop automatic reddit twitter updates.

    → caeden @24slove:
    this is just diabolical

    → shauna @shauna_shane:
    CAN SOMEONE HELP HIM???

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