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  1. Holly
    @iknowpuck
    shane hollander is standing in front of me at the coffee shop

    Holly @iknowpuck · Replying to @iknowpuck
    oooh he's texting a girl named lily

    Holly
    @iknowpuck
    he's kind of an asshole… no man is safe really

    or

    A chat between Shane and a certain "Lily" gets exposed. Cue misunderstandings and chaos.

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  2. Gold medalist Leah Campbell is pretty confused when MLH All-Star Shane Hollander starts tweeting about her and her husband out of nowhere. But at least he seems nice?

    Shane Hollander @ShaneHollander24☑️
    Watching footage of Max and Leah play together in 2018 for Team Canada is a privilege, I wish we’d been there to watch in person they love each other so much
    Leah Campbell @LeahCampbellPlays☑️ replying to @ShaneHollander24☑️
    omg hi Max and I love you and we’re freaking out!

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  3. June 2018. Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov are about to execute the first step of their ten- year plan, with Ilya signing with the Ottawa Centaurs when free agency begins on July 1. Except Shane accidentally, drunkenly, outs himself to the Montreal Metros at the end of the season. Who are not as okay with it as Shane would have hoped. AKA the most eventful Canada Day that the MLH has ever seen.

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  4. Ilya Rozanov is calling himself Shane Hollander's boyfriend.

    Fuck.

    He glances over his shoulder, eyes flicking towards the bar's door to make sure no one else has come looking for them. The last thing he needs right now is anyone else discovering this. He's barely containing his own panic; he couldn't deal with anyone else's.

    —

    It should have been a normal post-win night out. Instead, Ilya drinks too much, misses Shane too much, and accidentally tells Marleau everything.

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  5. Shane walks into the Aux Vivres and immediately spots Rozanov at the corner table, doing a spectacularly awful job of disguising himself. The sunglasses he’s chosen to wear are hanging off his face, giving Shane a clear view of his blue eyes spotting him, lighting up and crinkling at the sides.

    “Mr. Rozanov.” Shane clears his throat and pulls his chair out. Ilya snorts and grins up at him, reaching up to take his sunglasses off and tuck them neatly into the collar of his hoodie.

    “‘Mr. Rozanov?’ What, am I fifty?” Ilya raises his eyebrows at him.
    ----
    OR: Shane and Ilya go on a date!

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  6. A look at the year that Ilya still played for Boston, except they explicitly state their dom/sub relationship, and explore that dynamic (and kink) together.

    ————

    When they first started, it was by accident. Ilya followed Shane’s lead; he read his body and responded with his own. Shane liked to be on his knees for Ilya, and Ilya liked to keep him there.

    The first time it went wrong. Shane thought it was his fault. It wasn’t.

    ————

    Now with 10k-word SMUTTY EPILOGUE

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  7. “You’ll text when you land, right?” Shane asks as he takes an exit ramp labeled Airport Departures.

    “Yes. Promise.”

    “And you’ll call tonight?” Shane’s throat works over the words, like he still doesn’t trust this new thing between them. Ilya thinks he understands. He also doesn’t know how to trust this love. How can he when it has been trapped in his own heart so long. Neither of them know what the next year will bring. There is so much time before Ilya can have his agent, or his future agent, he will need a new one with no connections to Russia, reach out to Ottawa and hope that they’ll be interested in a future Hall of Fame center. The one thing Ilya is certain of is that he will do everything in his power to make their plan work. He spent his entire adult life lusting after, and then pining for Shane with his whole heart.

    “I will call.” Ilya reaches for the hand Shane has left on the gearshift and threads his fingers through his. He wants to say so much, but he has always been better with touch than words, especially when the only shared language was English. “We will talk every day.”

    Or, There is a year before Ilya can sign with Ottawa, Shane counts down the days until their forever.

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  8. Hayden Pike's POV of the Scott Hunter kiss, the phone call, Shane coming out, and eventually learning who Lily is.

    Hayden watches the man who is climbing down to the ice. He sits up gingerly, careful not to wake the baby or Ruby. “Jacks?”
    Jackie sits up immediately, bleary eyed, “What’s wrong?”
    Hayden points to the TV, “Uh?”
    “He just hopped the boards.”
    Hayden’s transfixed as Scott leads the man onto the ice, spins around, and then they’re kissing. On live TV. Scott Hunter, Captain of the New York fucking Admirals is kissing a man on live TV.
    “Well you don’t see that everyday. Pretty big night for hockey. And listen to the crowd, they’re loving this. Good for him. Good for Scott Hunter!”
    Hayden tears his eyes away from the TV and looks at his wife. “Holy shit.”
    “Swear jar, Daddy,” says Jade, already sliding off the couch to go play like the world hasn’t just tilted on its goddamn axis.
    Jackie’s eyes are wide and filling with tears, “Oh my god. Oh my god.” She lets out a shaky laugh, “Oh my god. Hayden, Scott Hunter’s gay. Like Shane’s gay.”
    Hayden stares at her, “What?”

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  9. Finally, Shane lifts his eyes from the computer screen. He removes his glasses, a move that Ilya silently mourns, and sets them aside. Shane's eyes are duller than usual, and the tiniest bit bloodshot. His cheeks are flush in a way that is not fun and sexy but reads more fever and germs.

    He looks so tired.

    “You, and do not take this the wrong way, look like shit.”

    “Fuck off, Rozanov!”

    —

    Or, Shane gets sick when Ilya visits and Ilya takes care of him.

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  10. Marlow watches Sebbin and Hammer be weird on a kiss cam.

    Or, as long as no one asked, the kiss both happened and didn’t happen.

    POV Cliff Marlow because hothothot, and Ilya Rozanov being a science guy.

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  11. “I am out for the season?”

    “Probably."

    “Are you by any chance looking for a trophy husband?”

    “Ilya.”

    “Yes? No?”

    “It’s one season, Ilya, we’re not—it’s bad because you’re hurting, not because—I’m not letting this fuck anything up for us, okay? We’ll figure something out,” Shane says, resolutely.

    or, you know what they say about the best laid plans

    ilya’s first year in ottawa looks a little different than originally planned, maybe sort of because he ends up spending it recovering a broken leg in his boyfriend’s apartment, but probably mostly because he meets jackie pike

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  12. Shane heard a strangled shout tear free from his mouth, and then his body was moving without his brain’s input. He flew across the ice, ripping his gloves off and reaching for Ilya’s throat. He wrapped his fingers around the warm skin, feeling the flow of blood pulse harder with each beat of Ilya’s heart. His eyes raced across Ilya’s face, desperately looking for a sign that his boyfriend was still with him. Ilya’s eyes were wide and glazed, staring past Shane instead of at him. His face was losing color rapidly, turning a sickly shade of white that mirrored the ice beneath him. His mouth was open, loose and slack, mouthguard still jammed into his upper jaw. Shane watched in terror as Ilya grew limper in his arms.
    ——————————————————
    During a Boston-Montreal game, Ilya's neck is cut by a skate, and Shane is forced to witness the love of his life bleeding out on the ice in front of him. All of the plans they have made seem to be slipping away before his eyes, right when they were so close to finalizing Ilya's transfer to Ottawa. As they race against the clock to save Ilya's life, Shane reckons with the secrets they have been forced to keep and fears that they might never get to live their truth out in the open.

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  13. Shane was hurt and Ilya couldn’t be there with him. No one knew that he cared, that his boyfriend was in the hospital, not even Shane’s parents.

    OR: Yuna Hollander just wanted to grab some of Shane’s things from his apartment during his hospital stay. She didn't suspect she'd stumble across a home invasion, and that the perpetrator would be Ilya Rozanov.

    (Shane’s okay!)

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  14. I (26M) want to invite man I sleep with (26M) to my house to spend the weekend. Help me not ruin it. Or: Ilya Rozanov goes to the internet for dating advice

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  15. "How did you know?"

    “How did I know what?” Ilya asked.

    “That Shane was gay." Hayden stared at a spot on the table.

    “Well, he really liked sucking my-”

    “Stop.” Hayden put a hand up. “No. I mean, obviously then you knew, but I mean… before that. How did you know?”

    OR:

    Hayden Pike feels guilty about the years Shane spent in the closet, and asks Ilya about it. Ilya doesn't really want to give Hayden a crash course on gaydar, but this is his life now, apparently, so he tries his best.

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  16. Ilya Rozanov doesn’t like asking for help, especially at four in the morning. Unfortunately, his appendix doesn’t care about pride. When the pain gets bad enough to force his hand—and Shane is hours away—he calls Yuna. She answers before the second ring. Ilya is dreaming about his mother. At least, he thinks he is. The dream is already slipping away by the time his eyes open and he jolts awake. He can’t remember what she was saying, or even if she was really there, but the feeling of her lingers in his chest. He has just enough time to register that before something else cuts in. A twisting, terrible pressure low in his abdomen. It’s deep and wrong and sudden enough to make him suck in a breath. He lies there in the dark, staring up at the ceiling, trying to get his bearings. It’s nothing, he tells himself because he has a team breakfast tomorrow and he doesn’t have time for this. He can’t afford to be dramatic about a random ache in the middle of the night. So he stays still. Doesn’t shift, doesn’t test it. He waits for it to fade on its own. It doesn’t. It gets worse. Just enough that it’s impossible to ignore. It pulses, sharp in a way that makes his jaw tighten. Sleep is clearly not happening. He closes his eyes anyway, stubborn about it, but every breath seems to set it off again. He wishes, as he does every night, that Shane were there beside him. But Shane is in Montreal, and Ilya is in his Ottawa house, alone in the dark. If Shane were here, he’d probably be sprawled half on top of him asleep, and Ilya would have to nudge him off his chest which would probably wake him up. Shane would probably already be asking what’s wrong… Okay, he thinks. Enough. Ilya shifts toward the edge of the bed, moving carefully, like that might make a difference. Maybe he just needs water or maybe there’s something he can take for the pain. His feet hit the floor and for one stupid second he thinks it’s fine— Then the pain spikes, sudden and blinding, and the room tilts violently. His knees give out before he can grab anything, and he goes down hard onto the floor, the impact jarring and loud in the quiet house. He lies there, gasping, curled around the pain, knowing with cold certainty that this is not something he can ignore. The anger comes next, sharp enough to almost cut through the pain. He’s furious with himself for lying there and being weak. He’s had so many hits on the ice, he’s lost count. He knows how to push through discomfort; it’s practically a job requirement. This shouldn’t be enough to put him on the floor. And then a worse thought slips in, quiet and horrifying that makes him feel so alone, alone and scared. What if he dies like this—alone on his bedroom floor, the house dark and empty, no one even knowing something is wrong. The idea makes his heart race, panicked and uneven. What if he never sees Shane again? The thought is unbearable. He tries to shove it away, to replace it with something simple. He tells himself to get up. To move. To stop being ridiculous. He digs his hands into the floor, tries to push himself upright. It’s not determination so much as instinct. He drags himself across the floor, slow and awkward, the movement setting his stomach on fire. His phone is still on the nightstand. The distance to it feels ridiculous, like it’s on the other side of the house instead of just a few feet away. He gets there eventually and fumbles it into his hand, fingers slick with sweat. The screen lights up the dark. 4:07 a.m. He opens a text to Shane anyway. The blank screen stares back at him. He can picture Shane waking up to it, groggy and alarmed before he’s even fully conscious. Texting him in the middle of the night would send him straight into panic mode, and Ilya can’t do that. He doesn’t want to be the reason Shane spends the rest of the night terrified hours away. He doesn’t know what he would even say. Hey, I think something’s wrong feels like too much. Another spike of pain rips through him, sudden and brutal, bright enough to wipe the thought clean from his head. His breath catches, vision blurring, and his thumb slips off Shane’s name as the decision is made for him. He calls Yuna. He isn’t entirely sure why. Maybe because she’s listed as his emergency contact on a dozen work forms and in his phone, so his brain goes to her automatically. Maybe because she’s close by. Maybe, secretly, because he loves Shane’s mother very much, and she’s the kind of person who will know exactly what to do. She answers before the second ring, and Ilya opens his mouth and realizes he has nothing. The words are tangled up and useless. English refuses to cooperate. For a split second he thinks, If I were still in Russia, I wouldn’t do this. I wouldn’t call anyone. I wouldn’t be this weak.

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  17. He meant to have this conversation months ago, if he’s honest.

    Truly, he’d planned on reaching out. Had tweaked his usual Instagram message, the one that both offers condolences and community. Scott didn’t figure that Rozanov would respond particularly well to that level of sincerity, especially given the lack of details around his family life – even after his father’s death had been announced by the media. Instead, he’d decided to throw in a light chirp and remove some of the apologies as a middle ground solution.
    ________________

    Or, Scott planned to reach out to Rozanov over the summer about his father. But now -- at the Opening Banquet for the 2017-2018 NHL Season -- is as good of a time as any.

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  18. Shane has always trusted the Montreal Voyageurs, but it seems that trust was misplaced. In a post-game interview, a reporter informs him that his parents were in a car accident before his team ever did, and everything fractures in that moment.

    Months of patterns that have excluded him finally come to a head. Shane makes a decision that detonates across the league — and his life.

    A two-shot of Shane being ready to burn it all to the ground and finally choosing himself!

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  19. There are many ways to support your favorite player. Attending their games, for instance. Buying their jersey. Or, if you're trying to keep a secret relationship under wraps, you could drive four hours in the opposite direction, wrap yourself in a dollar store blanket with eyeholes cut in it, and attempt to blend in with the locals. It's foolproof. Nothing could possibly go wrong. The internet would never figure it out.

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  20. “I just can’t wrap my head around this…this whole thing.” Yuna takes a gulp of her coffee and picks at the pain au chocolat without actually taking a bite. She should really eat something at this rate but it looks too dry.

    David moves the pastry plate closer to him so he can break a croissant in half without flakes flying everywhere and only mostly succeeds. “There isn’t much to get. He’s closer to thirty than he is to twenty now. He doesn’t have to tell us everything.”

    ---

    What it says on the tin. Yuna embarks on a journey to learn about Shane, Ilya, and Shane&Ilya. Set in the liminal space between Book 2 and Book 6.

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