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  1. ~And from your lips, he drew the Hallelujah

    Ilya Rozanov leaves Boston and signs with Ottawa, trying to fight a slow slide into emptiness and find meaning in his life again. Shane Hollander is a lonely, struggling artist who lost his spark. When they meet by chance, they both have to decide what's worth living for.

    Or…Shane never gets the chance to become a pro hockey player, so they meet later in life. Basically, they’re both sad boys, but the healing will be worth it (mostly soft fluff, very low angst). More baggage, fewer hangups.

    ~You see I used to live alone before I knew ya.

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    “So maybe we would have played together,” Ilya said.

    “Yeah. Maybe we would have been rivals,” Shane said, and that got a grin out of him. He couldn’t quite imagine it, but he thought that would have been fun, facing off against Ilya Rozanov. In another life.

    Ilya nodded slowly. “And yet here we are, meeting anyway. Maybe we were meant to.”

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    AO3:
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  2. TMZ @TMZ
    Hockey’s favorite lovebirds run into car trouble while out on the town for Valentine’s Day! Looks like love is still very much in the air! Photos attached:

    -or-

    Married Hollanov blow up twitter. Again.

    (Now with an additional E-rated chapter!)

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    AO3:
    #79834766
  3. 5 times Ilya free uses Shane + 1 time Shane free uses Ilya

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    AO3:
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  4. Reversal by

    Heated Rivalry (TV)
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    2026-03-15

    Russians do not blush. Russians do not get sick. Ilya gets concussions. He gets stitches. He skates on cracked ribs and calls it fine. He does not get sick. Which is why, when he wakes up at three in the morning in the middle of June, shaking so hard his teeth knock together, his first instinct is irritation.

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    AO3:
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  5. ‘I look forward to getting to know you more, husband-to-be.’ Ilya smirks, tongue wrapping around the last word with relish, a hand coming to trace the freckles dusted across his cheeks with a surprisingly delicate touch.

    Shane smacks his hand away with a snort, tampering down the blush threatening to make itself known to instead snap out a frosty retort. ‘In your dreams.’

    Except all Ilya, the Prince of Rozan, has to offer is a dark smile and wandering eyes. Shane can feel them burning through his clothes, his shoulders resisting the urge to curl inwards and shield himself from Ilya’s gaze.

    ‘Oh, but you already are. Am I not in yours, sweet prince?’

    or: Shane, Crown Prince of Hollaith hates Prince Ilya of Rozan with a passion. So the idea of marrying him is his worst nightmare - right?

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    AO3:
    #78369061
  6. “Ilya,” he breathes into Shane's open, slightly panting mouth. Shane jostles their position, pointing his thumb at his own chest in an exaggerated manner. “Shane,” he replies. Quietly, like it's a request, not a statement. Ilya's eyes gentle, and he kisses Shane's nose. “Shane.” Or: another "Shane stays post-tuna melt scene" fic.

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    AO3:
    #78662476