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Shane surprises Ilya when he's out celebrating with the rest of the Centaurs. Because they can do that now.
- Part 3 of Flufftober 2025!
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I Could Love You 'Til All the Polaroids Fade by verbaepulchellae
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-10-14
“If I didn’t know better,” Ilya had drawled, mostly teasing, as Shane pressed adoring, apologetic kisses into his shoulder, after a hard night out a few months back. “I’d think you were embarrassed to be with me. A first for me. I will try not to let it wound my pride.” “You’re pride is fine,” Shane griped out of habit and then had nuzzled closer, held Ilya tighter because he hated that he could make Ilya feel that way. “I’m sorry. I know I do it. It’s hard for me after so long. I love you so much, it scares me shitless sometimes.” Shane's working on letting go of the control that's kept him and Ilya safe for the past ten years. The fact that he's Shane Hollander means that he's got a plan. The fact that he's with Ilya Rozanov means that plan involves fucking him stupid. And for once, Shane's kind of ready to be the one who drives Ilya out of his mind.
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A snapshot of Christmas galas held to benefit the Irina convention, and the tender moments they hold. ----- Flufftober day thirteen: hosting a holiday event
- Part 14 of princebutt does flufftober 2025
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Shane gets stuck in Boston after a blizzard blows through. The boys take advantage of the day together. ----- Flufftober day twelve: Blizzard or heatwave
- Part 13 of princebutt does flufftober 2025
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Shane and Ilya bring home their first child from the hospital. ----- Flufftober day nine: coming home
- Part 9 of princebutt does flufftober 2025
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Shane curses the team by having playoffs sex. ----- flufftober day 8: Cursed
- Part 8 of princebutt does flufftober 2025
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Shane is moving from Montreal to live in Ottawa with Ilya, and moving out from his house is dragging up plenty of feelings. This place was his home for eleven years, and now he's moving on to a new team, a new home, and a new life. It's a lot, but it's for the best. ----- day seven: moving day
- Part 7 of princebutt does flufftober 2025
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Shane and Ilya are on vacation after their first brutal year playing together.
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“You owe me a shirt,” Shane greeted him. Ilya let out a gruff, short, laugh, remembering the shirt of Shane’s that he'd soaked, right by this pool hours ago. Shane’s abs had clung against the wet fabric. Ilya had wanted to bite them. “Did you forget how to clean clothes?” Ilya smirked. The water slid along his calves as he knocked their shoulders together; Ilya grinned and continued, “If so, I did you a favor. Was an ugly shirt.”
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After dinner, they decide to take a family walk down to the beach. The sun is setting, and bright oranges and pinks illuminate the sky, lighting up the water like a pastel painting. Oliver runs into the waves in his clothes, and Irina yells at him from Shane’s arms where she’s happily planted. At two she’s adventurous, maybe too much so, and Shane isn’t sure he can handle two wet children before bedtime. Irina wiggles and whines enough, though, and before he knows it her little fingers are curled around his and she’s skipping through the wake, soaking both Shane and herself in salty spray. Ilya chuckles from where he stands close to them, phone out to take pictures, as Shane grins over at him. OR Shane and Ilya take their kids to the beach.
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Between when Ilya and Shane were outed and when the season ended, they both still had some games to play. Ilya spends a night on the road with some of his teammates and tells them why he got his loon tattoo
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Waking up in Shane’s bed is everything. Shane’s arms tangled around him, their legs intertwined beneath the soft, high thread count sheets, the golden morning sun seeping in beneath the curtains and gilding Shane, outlining him in gold – it’s almost too much. It almost breaks Ilya’s brain. --- OR, Shane and Ilya wake up together for the first time, and Ilya has feelings about it.
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“What did they say?” Ilya asks mildly, though Shane is sure Ilya can read on his face that it isn’t good news. “We haven’t been upgraded to the honeymoon suite,” Shane teases as he runs a hand through his hair. He moves to sit on the couch beside Ilya, and scritches right between Anya’s ears, which causes the content pup to rest her head against Ilya’s thigh. “Powerline is down near the restaurant and they’ve lost power. They said they’ll get us rescheduled as soon as possible,” he says with a little shrug. ----- When a thunderstorm changes their plans on their fourth wedding anniversary, Shane and Ilya have to do some quick thinking.
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Ilya woke up in a hospital room. He didn't know how he got there or where there was. He wasn't alone. An older, more relaxed, Shane Hollander was sitting at his bedside. Nothing made sense, it was all too good to be true. Slowly, it all started to come back to him.
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All important conversations are happening in bed, under the cover of the night.
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“He still didn’t know when Ilya fucking Rozanov wrangled his way into the Uncle title. No one ran the decision by him, that’s for sure.” In which Ilya is an uncle to the Pike children, whether Hayden likes it or not. (Spoiler: He doesn't mind as much as he thinks he does.)
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On the cusp of retirement Shane revels in the quiet moments that's led to this: the gray in Ilya's beard, the ache in his joints, the fingerpaint drawings on the fridge.
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"Yes. Not a big party. It will be chill. Mostly just the team and partners. Bood has fun parties." Ilya wasn't meeting his eyes. Shane still didn't know what to say, and he still had no clue why Ilya had brought it up. "Oh." Ilya looked up at him then. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his jaw tight. Something was going unsaid. Is he asking me for permission? Honestly, Shane wanted to tell him no. Ilya going to that party felt like a waste of their time together, and they got so little of it. Still, if he really wanted to go, Shane wouldn't stop him. "Did you want to go or something?" Shane asked. He pulled the pillow out of his lap. His feet had been tucked under his legs, so he moved them to be flat on the ground. "I could stay here, I guess. Or head back to—" "I want you to go too. I want you to come with me to the party." The Boxing Day fight from chapter 22 of The Long Game, from Shane's perspective. (AKA "I already chose you, Hollander.")
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Shane and Ilya host a Halloween party the first year that Shane is a Centaur. Just them being in love and hanging out with the team. “Hollander. You can't go as a hockey player, you are a hockey player.” Ilya said with an eye roll when he walked in on his husband getting dressed in their bathroom. “First of all, I can go as whatever I want. There are no rules to Halloween. Second of all, I am not a hockey player. I am going as Ilya Rozanov.” Shane smirked before their eyes met in the mirror and Shane's smirk morphed into a genuine smile. He grabbed the Boston jersey that Ilya was just now noticing draped over the chair for the vanity. It had Ilya's old number on it, but instead of Rozanov on the back it said “Second Best Center.” “Shane Hollanov! Are you making a joke?! I thought you were boring. And you are making a joke.” Ilya was giddy with excitement. He loved playful Shane. “No.” Shane gave Ilya's cheek a kiss. “No joke. Just me, going as my husband, the second best center in the league.” Ilya moved away from Shane. If he continued to make physical contact he would not be able to get dressed and the team was going to start arriving at their house for the party soon. He grabbed his own costume, this year he was going as a detective. He liked being known as perceptive. “We will see who is second best. I am on the first line, captain and leading the league in overall points.” “Yes, well I have been on this team for four months and I am already the leading goal scorer. So, we’ll see who is second best at the end of the season.” They grinned at each other. When Shane joined Ottawa, Ilya had worried that being on the same team would mean they would have less opportunities to compete. They fell in love through competing, and he loved when they got to play against each other. He didn't want to lose that. But, he had worried for nothing. Turns out, being on the same team meant even more chances to compete. They scrimmaged against each other several times a week and battled it out in cardio and weight training. In fact, it's a good thing they had been practicing keeping hockey and their relationship separate for more than ten years, because there might be even more tension between them now that they were competing for the same ice time. Being married had not changed either of their drives to be the best. After they both finished dressing, and made their way downstairs, Shane turned towards Ilya with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “What, you're not going to post our picture to Instagram? You're always trying to get me to take photos with you. But now that I am in this awesome costume suddenly you don't want to? Worried your fans will agree that you're second best?” Oh. Now it was on. Ilya took two pictures, one of them together, facing the camera and smiling sweetly. And one of the back of Shane's jersey. He almost didn't want to post it because Shane's skater’s ass looked too good and he wanted to keep it for himself. But, there was a contest to win. He posted both pictures to Instagram with the caption “Who is second best?” He put the phone away and kissed his husband. They would let the fans fight it out while they enjoyed the party. After everyone had arrived, Ilya found himself dancing in the middle of the makeshift dance floor - surrounded by beautiful women, and his teammates who were also beautiful. He was maybe a bit high. It felt a lot like last year, but this time when he saw his teammates dancing with their partners, he didn't feel alone. He glanced up at his husband who was chatting with Harris and waved him over. Shane smiled shyly, said something to Harris and walked towards Ilya. “Hi.” Shane said when he folded himself into Ilya's arms. “Hi,” Ilya replied as he wrapped Shane in tightly. “We have danced together more in the four months since our wedding than in the ten years before. I like it.” Shane grinned at Ilya. “You just like touching me.” “Is nice” Ilya said as his hands moved down to Shane's ass. Shane slapped his hand away. “Not here!” He hissed. “Shane. No one is watching. It's fine.” Ilya's eyes glimmered with playful heat. “Nope. No way. We are out but not that out.” “Fine. Fine.” “Do you want to get some air? Someone started the fire pit.” Shane said. Ilya nodded and Shane grabbed his hand to guid them outside. _ When they got to the outdoor seating area surrounding the fire pit Shane noticed that there weren't any seats left. Lisa stood up and moved into Wyatt's lap and Ilya took her spot. Ilya gestured for Shane to sit on his lap but Shane was not sure about this. They were out, and they held hands in public. But sitting on each other's laps? That was a lot of PDA. Like a lot. But, this was their team. The Centaurs had been nothing but supportive. And if Lisa and Wyatt could do it, why couldn't they? Indecision must have been evident on his face because Bood spoke. “Roz, your husband won't sit on your lap? He thinks he will crush you?” Ilya scoffed and looked at Shane with love in his warm eyes but that crooked smile that always meant trouble had made an appearance. “Hollander is so small. Claims to be 5’10, He's almost as short as Barrett.” “I am 5’10! And I am not small. You guys are the worst. Ilya, why don't you sit on my lap.”
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Ilya wasn’t planning on being woken up before 6 am on Christmas morning, but it can still be an otherwise perfect day.
- Part 7 of The Rozanov Hollander Family Chronicles
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