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  1. "What could Hollander possibly need with Boston social media lady?” Rozanov asked. “Shane’s in love with her,” Hayden said. Rozanov’s face did something very weird. -- Or: after becoming a bit obsessed with solving the Mystery of Boston Lily, Hayden thinks he finally has it figured out. She must work for the Boston Raiders. Now all he has to do is find her next time he's in Boston and tell her that her and Shane shouldn't have to hide their relationship. Problem is, the only person he can find is Ilya Rozanov, and Rozanov is being a real dick about the whole thing.

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  2. “I’m fine,” Hayden snapped, voice cracking just a little. “You’re on drugs. You’re confused. Let’s maybe not talk about your... your marital activities.” He looked away from the man, finding the floor much more intriguing. “But it’s true! And you’ve heard them before.” The Russian explained, and Hayden paused. “No. I didn’t. I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” Ilya smiled. And Hayden groaned; it was one of those cocky smiles that he had whenever he was about to be an asshole. Which was always. Or Ilya gets sent to the hospital after he collapses. Now, all drugged up, he starts explaining to Hayden what happened during the phone call when he and Shane were at the cottage. Hayden sat on the chair watching Rozanov, contemplating every life decision he had ever made. Why did he agree to come with Shane to the hospital again? Oh, right, cause he’s a supportive friend and loves Shane. Rozanov’s chest rose and fell with his breaths. The man was still unconscious, the drugs they gave him knocking him out. Shane had to run home to get a couple of things and left Hayden all by himself. He had asked him to watch over Ilya in case he woke up, because he didn’t want his husband to be left alone. And now Hayden had to suffer through watching Rozanov. Though as long as he remained asleep, Hayden would be fine with it. Of course, Rozanov did not care for his comfort. Hayden had just started to relax, or as much as he could relax in a plastic chair that seemed designed to punish the human spine, when the steady rhythm of Rozanov’s breathing stammered. Hayden straightened instantly. “No,” he muttered under his breath. “Absolutely not.” Rozanov’s brow furrowed, the crease between his eyebrows deepening. His fingers twitched against the sheets. Once. Twice. Hayden leaned forward despite himself, eyes fixed on the bed. He told himself this was his responsibility. That Shane had trusted him with this. That if Rozanov woke up and tried to rip out his IV or start a fight with the heart monitor, it would technically be Hayden’s fault. His eyelids fluttered. Hayden groaned softly and scrubbed a hand down his face. “You have got to be kidding me.” Rozanov’s eyes opened, slow, unfocused, glassy with medication. For a long moment, he just stared at the ceiling, breathing shallow and uneven, like the air itself was an inconvenience. Then his gaze shifted. And landed on Hayden. Rozanov squinted, clearly trying to piece together reality. He then slowly moved his head away from Hayden and around the room. “Where is… Shane?” “Gone,” Hayden said. Then, because he wasn’t a monster - because he saw the hurt appear on Rozanov’s face and he didn’t want to see that expression on anyone’s face, even if he was Rozanov, he added. “Home. He’ll be back.” Rozanov’s face relaxed slightly, even though his body remained stiff. His fingers curled in the sheets again, knuckles whitening. “You stayed.” “He left me here,” Hayden corrected. “Against my will.” That earned him a faint huff of breath that might have been a laugh if it hadn’t sounded so painful. Rozanov closed his eyes for a second, regaining his composure. As much as he could in his highly medicated state. “You look,” Rozanov murmured, “miserable.” “Thank you,” Hayden said. “I’ve been working on that.” Another silence stretched between them. The machines filled it, beeping steadily, unbothered by the tension coiling in the room. Hayden shifted in his chair, suddenly aware of how close the bed was, how fragile Rozanov looked despite everything he knew about the man. Rozanov swallowed. “I don’t remember… coming here,” he admitted. “You collapsed on the ice,” Hayden said before he could stop himself. “Scared the hell out of Shane.” Rozanov’s eyes flicked back to him, something raw and unsettled flashing across his face before he masked it. He stared at the ceiling again, jaw clenched, like he could will himself back into unconsciousness. He remembered the sudden collapse of Rozanov. Montreal and Ottawa were playing against each other, and as soon as Ilya’s body collided with the ice, Shane became an absolute mess. Thankfully, Rozanov fainted towards the end of the third period; otherwise, Hayden was sure, the paramedics would have had to deal with two hockey players in need of medical assistance with Shane’s impending panic attack. Hayden exhaled slowly. Great. Wide awake. Alone together. This was going to be a long wait. “I want Shane,” Rozanov complained. Hayden sighed. “He’ll be here soon. He just needed to go grab some of your things.” Hayden explained again. He knew Rozanov was medicated, but he really didn’t want to keep repeating himself for the entirety of Shane’s absence. “But why couldn’t he go later?” Ilya whined. Hayden resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Somehow, this particular brand of Rozanov chaos was… almost amusing. He had half a mind to take out his phone and record him, just to spite him afterwards. “Because we didn’t expect you’d wake up already. He thought he’d come back to you still asleep.” Ilya frowned, as if Hayden had just told him the world’s greatest injustice. “But Shane is supposed to be here when I wake up.” “I know,” Hayden said, through gritted teeth. “He will be. Soon.” Ilya stared at the ceiling for a moment, then turned his head again, eyes unfocused. “He usually is.” Hayden paused, unsure where this was going. And kinda scared. Rozanov on a normal day was an ass, Rozanov high on drugs… “Usually is what?” “Here, when I wake up,” Ilya clarified. “Or when I fall asleep. Or in between.” He hummed thoughtfully. “Especially in between.” A lopsided smile appeared on his face, his eyes closing as if he had lost himself in a memory. Hayden felt something cold settle in his spine. He had a bad feeling about where this was going. “Okay,” he said quickly. “We don’t need to-“ “Because we have sex,” Ilya said, plainly. Hayden choked on absolutely nothing. “Yep. There it is.” He said, mortified, and then muttered. “I’m gonna kill Shane.” Ilya blinked at him,

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  3. Yes, the world is beautiful because it’s so different… but what the hell is wrong with Russians? After Shane and Ilya move in together, Hollander suddenly starts noticing strange Russian habits, rituals, and little bits of madness that his Canadian brain needs some time to process. And somehow, all of it makes him feel equally confused and… completely in love with the chaos that so effortlessly comes with his boyfriend. // Ilya is already playing for Ottawa

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  4. There was a time when Shane felt like he had only really even seen Ilya in semi-darkness: the lights on the Vegas strip, a dimly lit hotel room, the shitty fluorescence of the stairway outside the condo where they’d meet in Montreal. It’s not true, of course. He saw Ilya on the well-lit ice before anywhere else, in front of crowds and cameras, on red carpets and stages. But for years it had felt like the real Ilya was the one he got glimpses of in the stolen hours before one of them had to leave. Ilya is beautiful in the light. Or: childhood bedrooms, chickpea-flour pasta, and early morning workouts.

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  5. Shane doesn’t know when he started feeling like this. He doesn’t know if it really is a question of when, it’s always been there, he thinks, baked into his daily routines and thought spirals.

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  6. Their time at Shane's cottage allows for Shane to consider, explore, and accept, his comfort needs. Unsurprisingly, Ilya is willing to let Shane put his mouth wherever he wants, and sometimes Ilya anticipates and reads Shane so well that it just about breaks Shane in half. Oh, the mortifying ordeal of being Shane Hollander! Luckily, Ilya is there to put him back together. Shane's oral fixation as a sort of character study.

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  7. Learning Curve by

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    2026-01-15

    The first thing Ilya’s brain processed was the text in the search bar. normal amount of touching while watching a movie how to initiate intimacy without being awkward is asking “is this okay” too much Shane accidentally leaves his laptop open. Ilya discovers an extensive Google search history on how to be a good boyfriend. Ilya conducts a very thorough performance review.

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  8. Shane is in New York. He crosses paths with Kip Grady. Ilya may have something to do with it.

    (It's the Shovel talk fic! Or at least as much of a shovel talk as Kip, certified Sweetheart can give)

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  9. Dialect (ˈdī-ə-ˌlekt). Noun: A variety of a language used by the members of a group. ... Shane's been fucking Ilya Rozanov for a decade and yet somehow the more time they spend together the more he realizes how little he actually knows about Ilya, like, as a person. As a partner. Again, he wishes he spoke Russian. That they had any shared native language besides sex and hockey.

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  10. “You okay, Hollander?” Ilya’s voice cuts through the pain. Shane tilts his head upwards, catching Ilya’s gaze. His facial expression is his hockey default, stoic and frozen. His eyes tell a different story. Their pale blue color looks less like ice and more like the ocean, waves of concern betraying his cool demeanor. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Or, Shane didn't know he was pregnant... until he's in labor.

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  11. Vows by

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    2026-01-14

    “We didn’t exchange vows,” Shane mumbles, his head resting on Ilya’s strong chest. “I thought you didn’t want to,” Ilya says, because Shane did, in fact, say he didn’t want to. But these last couple of days, Shane catches himself thinking about what he would have said, if they had told each other their vows. He realizes he wants to know what Ilya would have said.

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  12. Shane wasn't sure if he truly knew what it meant to be an Alpha. Ilya would make it so he didn't need to be an Alpha at all. --- Or, Shane gets bitched.

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  13. Shane collapses into Ilya’s arms after a game! Ilya, who can only watch as his boyfriend slowly dies in the hospital, is beyond devastated and desperate for a miracle. Fortunately, a surprise ally comes to help both boys! —————— “Shane is strong,” Ilya declared, snarling at the doctor like he was an opponent in a hockey game. “He will not die.” The doctor offered a kind, indulgent smile. “He’s almost settled in a room. I’ll send a nurse to get you when you can see him.” The man went to leave but stopped just outside the door. “Just so you’re not surprised… He’s a little confused, probably from the fever. He’s not making much sense.” “In what way?” David asked. “He keeps talking to someone—a woman who’s not actually there.” “Who?” asked Ilya.

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  14. Shane and Ilya have gone 20 days without, and Shane, along with his new battery-operated friend, is going to show Ilya just how much he missed him. ~~~ "Open." Shane opened his mouth and Ilya fed his cock back in, not gentle this time. He thrust forward and Shane gagged, eyes watering, but he didn't pull back. He breathed through his nose and relaxed his throat and took it, took everything Ilya gave him. "That's it," Ilya growled, fucking into his mouth with short, brutal strokes. "That's my good boy. Taking my cock so fucking well. Always take me exactly how I like it."

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  15. “Will this one do?” Ilya asks. The hand on his back shifts down to grip his hipbone. “Huh?” Shane turns in confusion, but Ilya is already steering him towards the dance floor. "To dance," says Ilya. -- or, five times they danced to something other than their wedding song (and one time they didn't dance at all).

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  16. “Stupid Canadian claw machines,” Ilya murmurs, flipping the claw machine off. “Is like Vegas slot machines; I did not know there was gambling for kids.” Or: Shane realizes Ilya doesn't know what claw machines are and takes him to them

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  17. Ilya gets his bell rung while playing for Ottawa against Montreal He forgets how to speak English and can only speak Russian Luckily, Shane Hollander, the light of his life, has learned Russian

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  18. Ilya begs Shane to show him one of his favourite movies from childhood. It doesn’t take him long to realize why his husband likes it so much. Or, When Ilya asks Shane to show him one of his favourite movies, the two of them watch The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. Teasing, and blow jobs, ensue.

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  19. A reimagining of the night the Ottawa plane catches fire

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  20. where is my husband! by

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    2026-01-13

    Four times people assume Shane is lying about his husband. And one time they’re proven wrong.

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