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  1. It started with Ilya having suggestions for the menu at the new and improved Kingfisher. It stopped being a reno chat real quick

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  2. "I play,” Ilya said, his voice a deadpan rasp, “because if I do not play, my father make me work at potato factory. I hate potatoes. I want to buy car that goes fast enough to scare God." Or Clips and photos of Ilya's teenage years in Russia get leaked.

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  3. If the Hollander-Rozanov family kept a diary of their boring lives, these would be the things they would write about. or The one where Shane and Ilya become parents, and their life is boring in the most perfect way

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  4. [Shane fishes around the bowl before pulling out a scrap of paper. He clears his throat and begins to read aloud.] Shane: I want Shane Hollander to- Shane: [looking up at the camera. His expression is shocked.] Oh my God? Shane: [speaking to someone off camera] Are you sure I can say this on camera? Harris: [off camera] Yes. Shane: Okay. Shane: [takes a deep breath]. Shane: I want Shane Hollander to f*ck me so hard I get sent to A&E. Shane: [blushing] Harris are you sure this is appropriate for the team social media? Shane: [frowning] Aren’t there any tweets about hockey or something? (the centaurs read thirst tweets)

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  5. Ilya welcomes Shane to the Centaurs by playing a prank on him. Shane retaliates. They have always been competitive. Based on real pranks NHL players have played on each other. (Mainly the Penguins)

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  6. When Shane Hollander returns to his tiny hometown for a quiet visit, he runs into Paul Baker (his high school crush) who has zero idea Shane is now an NHL superstar. Or: Shane’s first crush meets his boyfriend ZERO angst just fluff. Shane and Ilya are together and their families know but aren’t out yet as a couple.

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  7. After a mix-up leaves Hayden with the wrong phone for three days, he ends up learning more about Ilya Rozanov and his secret girlfriend, Jane.

    Another Hayden-Finds-Out, because we can't have too many.

    *now with the extra continuing Hayden-Rozanov friendship text threads*

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  8. The second Ilya Rozanov discovered what a burner account was, he had one. Or: Ilya Rozanov discovers the art of trolling online, hockey fandom, OTPs and one very dedicated Hollanov shipper.

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  9. Shane Hollander is going to murder his agent. And he means that literally. Because his agent is the reason he’s currently wearing a hot mic during Hockey Night in Canada. Against the Ottawa Centaurs. Against Ilya. Ilya, who has no filter. Ilya, who thinks workplace professionalism is a hilarious suggestion for other people. Ilya, who has spent a decade perfecting the art of saying absolutely unhinged things to Shane on the ice, safe in the knowledge that nobody can hear him. Ilya, who definitely doesn’t know about the microphone. What follows is sixty minutes of Shane’s life flashing before his eyes while his secret boyfriend enthusiastically discusses their sex life, their broken furniture, and exactly what he wants to do to Shane after the game — all broadcast to millions of viewers. The problem? Shane can’t get a word in edgewise to warn him.

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  10. Lists

    movies that remind me of my husband
    Я люблю тебя

    ♥︎ 1 like

    Moonlight (2016)
    Past Lives (2023)
    Snoopy, Come Home (1972)
    10 Things I Hate About You (1999)
    Lady and the Tramp (1955)
    Before Sunrise (1995)
    Ponyo (2008)

     

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    [Or: some of Ilya’s silly little movie reviews.]

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  11. He waited. The ref held the puck. Then, a sound echoed through the arena. Maaaaaa. Ilya froze. He looked at the ref. The ref looked at him. From the Zamboni entrance, a goat trotted out onto the ice. It was a small, brown-and-white goat wearing a tiny, custom Boston scarf. Or The captain's jersey is cursed, it takes a while for Ilya to notice.

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  12. Shane is grinding down on live TV. Ilya is close to having a heart attack, a whiplash, and/or a brain aneurysm. Or Ilya watches Shane's appearance on The Tonight Show where Shane (unprompted?) almost had sex with the floor. Ilya kinda wants to die.

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  13. Ilya Rozanov has three problems: 1) he’s an NHL superstar 2) he’s hopelessly in love with his supposed rival, and 3) apparently writing fanfiction about it has cursed him with biblically proportionate bad luck.

    Between engine failures, fractured ankles, choking incidents, apartment floods, broken noses, fire alarms, and getting stuck in elevators, a reasonable person would stop writing.

    Ilya Rozanov is not a reasonable person.

    (A documentary of one man’s war against the AO3 author’s curse.)

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  14. “What the fuck is this?” Ilya turns from where he’s scrolling on the couch to see Shane holding up his laptop. On the laptop screen is a familiar webpage. ‘Vodka & Ginger Ale, Ilya Rozanov X Shane Hollander’ “I believe is called fanfiction Hollander, is very popular with young people,” Ilya replies casually. “And would you care to explain why, when I opened my laptop, it asked me if I wanted to publish another chapter?” -------------- I.e. Ilya writes a Fanfic based on their daily lives

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  15. Hayden finds Lily’s contact and touches the little call button. After a short time, the call connects. “Shane,” a breathless sound reaches his ear, a broken heavy Russian accent cut off by a choked up sob. “You scared me.” Hayden hangs up. OR Hayden calls Lily after Shane’s injury

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  16. "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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  17. The team celebrates Shane Hollander’s mysterious new girlfriend. Hayden Pike, unfortunately, thinks Shane is cheating on her with Ilya Rozanov. Hayden Pike prided himself on reading people sharper than anyone else in the Montreal Metros’ locker room. He could clock a lie, a hangover, or a guy’s panic before the laces were even knotted. That skill had been earned the hard way, through seasons of listening to teammates bullshit their way around bad hookups, brutal benders, or shifts they’d rather forget. Yet none of that groundwork prepared him for the afternoon the entire room turned into a pack of howling teenagers because Shane Hollander was apparently, at long last, getting steady pussy. The mayhem ignited from nothing more than the usual post-practice sloppiness. Phones and gear lay scattered across benches as guys rushed for showers or the parking lot. Shane, still soaked in sweat, had dropped his phone face-up and walked off to the showers without a second thought. The screen glowed brightly when a notification slid in from a contact saved simply as “Lily.” The message hit like a slapshot: “come tonight 🍆” The rookie who spotted it first let out a whoop that ricocheted off the tiled walls. “Holy shit, Captain’s got a girl!” Hayden had learned years ago that a hockey locker room operated like one giant, not-very- bright organism. Individually, the players varied widely, from intelligent types to complete meatheads who sometimes seemed unsure which direction the rink faced. As soon as the group latched onto a scandalous bit of gossip, however, the collective grip tightened more securely than new tape wrapped around a stick blade. Facts became irrelevant. From that moment forward, Shane Hollander was indisputably enjoying sex with a woman named Lily, and the verdict stood final. The news brought an involuntary grin to Hayden’s face. He could easily imagine Shane navigating those awkward, sincere dates, arriving with flowers in hand, holding doors open, and working hard to impress a woman already bold enough to send an eggplant emoji without hesitation. The whole picture carried an oddly endearing quality, absurd as it was, and Hayden experienced a ridiculous rush of pride, as though he had somehow orchestrated the end of Shane’s famously prolonged drought. The moment Shane returned from the showers, towel tied low around his hips and hair still dripping, the onslaught of ribbing crashed into him like a blindside hit. The guys didn’t hold back. “Lily got you smiling like that, huh, Hollander?” “She got a friend who’s into defensemen?” “Tell her the whole room owes her a fruit basket for finally popping your cherry right.” Shane’s face went scarlet, the flush starting at his ears and spreading quickly. It was the same one he got when coaches yelled at him or when he missed an easy shot. He muttered something half-hearted about them minding their own fucking business, but the words came out weak and only made everyone laugh harder. As the crowd thinned and they stepped into the quieter hallway, Hayden pulled Shane aside with a light grip on his arm. Shane looked at him with cautious eyes. “Hayden,” he started, his voice low. Hayden lifted both hands in a peaceful gesture. “Relax, man. You don’t have to say anything. I’m just happy for you. Seriously. About time you got your dick wet somewhere that isn’t your own hand.” Shane opened his mouth, then closed it again. He offered one of those tight smiles that could mean anything from thank you to go fuck yourself. Hayden took it as gratitude. After all, Shane was a good dude. He worked hard and was the kind of guy who would spot you a hundred bucks without ever mentioning it again. He deserved someone to go home to, someone who could ride him until he forgot about turnovers and penalty kills for a few hours, even if imagining Shane actually in bed felt strangely impossible with that clean-cut face of his. Later that night, after the game against Boston, Hayden could not sleep. The game had been typical enough where Ilya Rozanov was concerned. Ilya had been his usual insufferable self, smirking across the ice like he owned the rink and chirping Shane in Russian that sounded suspiciously flirty. But rivals were going to rival, so Hayden pushed the thought aside. Still, insomnia gripped Hayden tightly. He had forgotten the melatonin gummies Jackie always packed in his travel bag, complete with her usual lecture on self-care. Too restless to stay in bed, he wandered the hotel hallways in his sweats, barefoot, hoping for anything that might quiet the buzz in his head. He had just reached Shane’s door when a sound stopped him cold. It was a moan that carried clearly through the thin walls. “Shit…” the voice rasped. Hayden’s pulse jumped. His first thought was injury. Maybe Shane had aggravated something in the third period and was toughing out the pain alone. Or perhaps he had hit the bar too hard after the game and was now regretting it. Or, more awkwardly, their strait-laced captain had turned up some hotel porn and forgotten to keep the volume down. Then another moan drifted, followed by a breathless, accented growl. Hayden froze. He recognized it instantly for what it was: pure, unfiltered sex.

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  18. Shane trembles harder, overwhelmed by the praise, the possession lacing Ilya’s voice. Heat coils tight in his stomach, pressure winding. He clings to Ilya like he might float away. “Ilya,” he gasps. “I—” Ilya cards fingers through Shane’s hair, pushing damp locks off his forehead. “That’s right. You’re perfect. So pretty for me.” Shane’s face flames. The insecurity is still there, but it transforms into a desperate need for reassurance. Voice shaking, he stammers, “P-pretty… I’m—prettier?” Ilya’s thrust stutters for a heartbeat, then he groans, burying his face in Shane’s neck. “The prettiest,” he growls, words vibrating against Shane’s skin. “All mine.” It's bad enough that Shane has to do warm-ups in a giant bunny suit. It's worse that Ilya's stunning ex-boyfriend picks that exact moment to visit. It's a catastrophe when said ex starts offering unsolicited advice about what Ilya likes done with his cock. Shane’s about two seconds from losing it.

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  19. Shane and Ilya are outed via fanmail. This is a random user's twitter timeline. (Or, most people have zero idea who these hockey guys are. Wait? Is that the Rolex guy?)

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  20. “You wrote about us having sex while Hayden watches!”

    “Fictional us,” Ilya corrects. “Real us would never do that. Probably.” He pauses. “Unless …”

    “No!”

    Ilya Rozanov has always been competitive. But when his husband’s best friend starts calling a little too often, Ilya discovers a new arena for dominance: Archive of Our Own.

    Armed with a pseudonym that fools absolutely no one, explicit tags that would make a sailor blush, and a truly impressive commitment to pettiness, Ilya wages psychological warfare one kudos at a time. His weapon of choice? Extremely detailed fanfiction about why Hayden Pike will never, ever measure up.

    The problem? Hayden writes back.

    What follows is the most unhinged rivalry in hockey history: a battle fought not with fists or slapshots, but with comment sections, kudos, and increasingly creative ways to humiliate each other in front of thousands of readers. Featuring: footnoted statistics, educational sex advice, one very concerned wife, and Shane Hollander wondering what the hell he did to deserve this.

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