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  1. “Don’t go,” Ilya manages to choke out, burying his face under Shane’s chin and squeezing his eyes shut. He inhales sharply, pressing his nose deeper into Shane’s throat to breathe in his scent. Right now, it’s Ilya’s body soap, vanilla and spice, masked under salt and skin. He inhales it like it's his own personal supply of air, what he needs to extinguish the burning in his lungs. “Ilya,” Shane says, voice urgent, “you’re shaking, I—your breathing’s too fast—” He tries to pull back, needs to see Ilya’s face, needs to see what’s wrong, but Ilya just shakes his head and clings tighter. “Please don’t go, Shane,” Ilya whispers, pleading. I’m sorry, please don’t go, don’t go— OR: ilya and shane accidentally recreate the tuna-melt day, and ilya realizes just how much old wounds hurt.

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  2. It was awkward. What do you say to the boy your son loves when he’s awake in the middle of the night with a haunted look in his eye? Ilya looked nervous in a way that was difficult to place. She wondered if she should get Shane—the boy looked like he needed someone. He looked young, like he needed a mother. Yuna was a mother, and a damn good one if Shane was any indication. ~ How Ilya Rozanov goes from Yuna's son's archrival to her son's boyfriend to her favorite son. OR How Yuna Hollander goes from Mrs. Hollander to Yuna to Mom.

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  3. The room went quiet for exactly three seconds before it erupted. "Holy shit, Rozanov has a date!" "Who is she?" "How long has this been going on?" "Is she hot?" Ilya let them speculate, keeping his expression carefully neutral as he finished changing. This was the game he'd gotten good at over the past year: deflecting without lying, misdirecting without being obvious about it. His teammates were good guys, but they didn't need to know. Couldn't know. Nobody could know that Ilya Rozanov's Valentine's Day plans involved Shane Hollander. Or, Hollanov are still a secret, Shane is making an exception on his diet, and Ilya has something to celebrate.

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  4. “But is there anything I say that you would like me to not tease about?” Ilya asked once again, as he put his arm back around Shane's shoulder and used his hand to tilt Shane's head up so he could make eye contact. “... No I don't think so.” Shane said, looking anywhere but into Ilya’s eyes. Ilya could feel all of Shane’s body tense up as he spoke. “All these years later and you are still bad liar.” Ilya said, combing his hand through his boyfriend's soft black hair. Or A comment from Hayden makes Ilya worried that he might have unintentionally hurt Shane by joking about the wrong thing.

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  5. March 15, 2020. The entire Ottawa Centaurs team is mandated to quarantine in New York, as Harris Drover tested positive with COVID during the Centaurs’ away game against the New York Admirals. This includes Ilya Rozanov, who is quarantining with Luca Haas in a shabby hotel room. Shane Hollander, on the other hand, moved into the cottage with his parents to hide from all the chaos. How will Shane and Ilya keep in touch and stay sane while the whole world is on lockdown? —OR— Hollanov Covid 19 Pandemic AU

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  6. Shane forgets to take his heat suppressants before the Montreal v. Boston game. He goes to Ilya’s house after the game, and Ilya takes care of him.

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  7. The hotel room key feels like it weighs a thousand pounds in Shane's pocket. He stands outside the nondescript Marriott three blocks from the arena, watching his breath fog in the October air. Montreal won 3-2; a good game, clean, the kind where both teams left everything on the ice. The kind where Shane played well enough that no one will question why he's not at the team bar right now, celebrating with J.J. and the guys. His phone buzzes. Just the room number. 1847. Before the Long Game, Shane and Ilya try to make it work.

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  8. Ilya hums, playing the card he's been considering for this entire conversation. “We could make more interesting, yes? A bet.”

    “A bet,” Shane repeats, eyes flashing. “Like what?”

    The reporter cuts in. “What about wearing the other player’s jersey?”

    They both turn to her, and Shane says, “Like, the loser wears the winner’s jersey?”

    “Maybe at the next game in a couple of months?”

    “Is a good idea,” Ilya muses, nudging Shane’s elbow. “You will look better in my jersey than in Montreal jersey.”

    Shane makes a low noise, his eyes holding a bit of a spark when he looks back to Ilya. It’s what Ilya was hoping for—the tiniest crack in the mask. He can see a hint of exasperated affection around the corners of Shane’s eyes, a little bit of fire burning just beneath the surface. It sends a thrill down Ilya’s spine, and he wonders if Shane will be snarky when Ilya gets him naked tonight.

    “That’s not happening,” Shane replies, shaking his head. “Because you’re not winning.”

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    Ilya should have known better.

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  9. Ilya allows the conversation to pivot and brings the iPad up again, waving it like it’s the key to all their problems. “I was curious about this and I read about it many times. Do you know about kinks?” And there go all of Shane’s plans for the night. Or: Ilya and Shane take an agonisingly long time to negotiate their kinks. Then, finally, they act on some of them.

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  10. After years of hiding his dynamic, all Shane wants is to spend a normal heat with his boyfriend, Ilya Rozanov. This proves to be difficult when nobody knows he's secretly mated to his archrival.

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  11. She sleeps alone / My heart wants to come home / I wish I was / I wish I was / Beside you or His omega howled sadly in his chest at the thought of his mate being so far from him– never mind that they weren’t officially mated, they had been dancing around each other for the better part of 10 years and both Shane and his omega had grown clingy. And could you blame him? He had just spent another wonderful summer break with Ilya in the cottage, sleeping and fucking in their nest, spending every possible moment together. Of course Shane– and by extension, his omega– grew attached. He was finally allowed to grow attached to Ilya– finally allowed to think of his alpha as his after so long denying that. Suffice it to say that Shane was missing Ilya. Terribly.

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  12. "Sorry. Just realized something just now.," Ilya laughs. "What?" "Loons," Ilya says and laughs again. "Loons?" Yuna repeats confused. "When I went to the cottage last summer Shane made fun of me because I never heard the loon call before. I was so scared. I called it stupid canadian wolf bird," Yuna lets out a little laugh, Ilya continues - "I just realized that these ducks on my baby blanket, they look like..." "Loons," Yuna finishes with smile tugging on her lips. "Yes. Loons. Shane will make fun of me," Ilya groans but not maliciously. He takes the blanket out of Yuna's hands and brings it to his face, trying to see if it still smells like home, like his mom. But the smell was gone and his heart lurches. (...) "Tell me the stories. All of them." *** Or: Ilya has the flu when he recieves a package from Svetlana containing his childhood memorabilia from Russia. Mother son duo Ilya Rozanov and Yuna Hollander strikes again ❤

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  13. "You ARE a pervert." "Yes, but I am Shane's pervert. Is different." "That's not the defense you think it is." "And when we—" Ilya stopped himself, grinned. "Is probably too much information, yes?" "WAY too much information." Ilya delivers a TED Talk titled "Shane Hollander 101" and Hayden is the unwilling audience.

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  14. “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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  15. It permeated his brain. The intoxicating smell of simple bar soap, laundry detergent, a hint of sweat, and Ilya. It was like a soft blanket surrounding his thoughts, cushioning them, slowing them down. He’d been so busy, so stressed, by both his life and his secrets. Everything was so complicated, so confusing, so anxiety-inducing, that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d truly been able to take a full inhale. So, as he knelt there, breathing, pressing into the man above him, Shane felt himself relax bit by bit, his anxieties and ruminating worries finally slipping away. -- Or, Shane learns that cockwarming quiets his brain.

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  16. This is exactly what Ilya needed. He couldn’t help himself, really. His boyfriend’s lithe, soft body was so malleable in his hands. The feeling of control surged through his core, but at the same time, a spark of something blinding white and beautiful raced through him even faster: reverence. OR: a somno Hollanov fic (everyone cheered)

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  17. "What is happening?" "Is nothing," Ilya deflects and locks the plane bathroom door behind them. "It's not nothing. You have your 'someone stole my last piece of chocolate and I need to teach them some manners' look in your eyes," Shane says and slaps Ilya's hand going for his pants so that Ilya could focus. He just sighs and Shane laughs. "Oh my god, did he... He ate something you wanted and they didn't have it anymore? Is that the thing?" Shane's eyes were sparkling with amusment, Ilya was pouting like a child. "Chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream Shane. The one Yuna buys, the good kind. And Pike ate it all!" *** Or: Shane, Ilya, Rose and Hayden are called to LA for promotional photoshoot for a celebrity magazine. Inspired by Connor/Hudson photoshoots for Culture/Timid/Numero Netherlands photoshoot. Banter and fluff ✨💛

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  18. 5 times Ilya teases and flirts with Shane in public without getting caught, and 1 time they do get caught.

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  19. Ilya doesn’t even know why he takes the bottle, maybe as some sort of weird memento of Shane bending for Ilya and the things Ilya likes, despite his diet and his no drinking during the season rule. And, of course, as a reminder of Shane’s moans echoing off of Ilya’s kitchen counters.

    He’s not even thinking about what it looks like when he reaches for the bottle in the locker room after practice and chugs half its contents.

    “Fuck, Roz,” Marleau says next to him. “Isn’t it a bit early for that?”

    Or: Five times people think Ilya is drinking vodka straight from the bottle, and one time he actually does.

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