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  1. There was a time when Ilya believed Scott Hunter's coming out would revolutionize hockey forever— but for every step forward came two steps back.

    When Shane and Ilya meet again late in life, can they make their second chance work?

    OR: Old Man Hollanov Yaoi.

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  2. “If it ever gets bad,” he’d said quietly, eyes serious in a way that made Ilya’s chest ache, “you call me. Or you call my parents. You don’t get to drown by yourself anymore. They love you. I love you and that’s not conditional.” Ilya had brushed it off at first. He always did. “I am not drowning.” Shane had just tilted his head. “Promise me anyway.” And because it was Shane, because the word promise meant something sacred to him, Ilya had nodded. “I promise.” (ie. ilya gets sent a photo of irina while shane is in montreal and does the right thing and reaches out for help)

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  3. Shane's eyes squeeze closed again. “We had reason to put rules in place. Protocol. If ever—if it got to a place where, if he was ever feeling like he might—"

    Hayden’s body understands before his mind catches up. His blood runs cold for a second, stuck on the scrunch of Shane’s face, the clench of his fist, how desperate he’d been to see Rozanov—Ilya—just now. To make sure that he was okay. Here, in person.

    Not hurt. Alive.

    “Oh,” Hayden hears himself say distantly. “Oh, fuck, Shane.”

    --

    or, Ilya needs a place to go, and Hayden's happens to be the closest. It turns out to be a good thing.

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  4. Ilya knows what he is. He has always known what he is. The word for it in Russian tastes like something you'd scrape off a boot. The word in English is bisexual, which is a nicer word, which he has heard, which he does not use. He uses other words. He uses the word his brother taught him. He uses it on himself before anyone else can. He grows up. He gets good at hockey. He moves to America. He... falls in love. (Or, five times people fail to notice Ilya being queer, and one time they have no choice.)

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  5. In late 2012 when Shane has a meltdown and frantically tells them to call Lily, for the first time Yuna’s ever witnessed, Shane is coaxed out of one of them instead of just suffering through until the exhaustion wins out instead—and all by some mysterious, apparently very well attuned to Shane, 'Lily'. She hadn’t meant to see the number before she’d pressed it and fumbled the phone up to Shane’s ear. It was simply a byproduct of the situation, something Shane had asked for her to do. …Memorizing it and then texting that number to thank Lily for their help was not something she’d been asked to do. But she worries so much about Shane, and Lily is a reassurance. Not a pry for details but the simple, verifiable confirmation: he’s okay. Lily, on the other hand, very much enjoys being able to make oddly specific 'your mother' jokes to Shane much more often now. (And maybe the whole family piece of it, too.)

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  6. Shane has been acting different lately. He can't sleep, no matter how tired he gets. He should be fine. He just finished his first ever season on the Ottawa Centaurs and has been openly married to his husband for almost a year now. He should be fine, right?

    He knows Ilya is starting to notice, but he doesn't know what's wrong with him, so he's just going to pretend nothing is wrong.

    Or, Many years ago, Shane Hollander was assaulted.

    fic title from "Abbey" by Mitski

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  7. “Hello, moya lyubov,” he said sweetly. “How is your head?”

    There was a pregnant pause where Shane must’ve stood there in shock, his mouth slightly agape as he lost the ability to use any of his bodily functions. Then Ilya moved to pull him into a hug, the physical contact shocking him back to reality. He pushed Ilya away from the door with his good hand, Ilya going along willingly, and closed the door as quietly as he could in his panic.

    “Ilya, what are you doing here?” Shane asked, his voice barely contained. “How did you even get this address, did you find it online somehow?”

    The softness in Ilya’s face morphed into a wicked grin, which didn’t make Shane feel any better.

    “I got address from your mother, silly,” Ilya replied, without a hint of irony or sarcasm.

    “My mother. You got. This address. From my mother.”

    ===

    A follow-up to "why do you hate him?". Shane doesn't remember much from his time in the hospital, which isn't helped when Ilya decides to surprise him at his parents' home. Shane knows he should be happy but...it's a shock, of course. But the time together allows Shane to learn a lot about Ilya that he'd never had the chance to before.

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  8. In a world where omegas can’t play in the major leagues, Shane is stuck in the omega/beta league. He is one of the best players, but his dream had always been to create a path for himself and others to play in the major leagues. His fighting has been a lot behind the scenes, but a surprising Instagram post from Ilya Rozanov an Alpha playing for Boston in the NHL, causes his life and mission to take a surprising turn.

    On the other hand, Ilya is getting bored and wants to find joy in the sport again. Little did he know that making a social media post about an omega hockey player would blow up in a whole social media discourse would change his life forever.

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  9. The entire time Hayden has known him, and known of him, he has been Ilya Rozanov; violent player and serial womanizer. The media was saying those things about a child, and no one had given a shit, because Ilya had never spoken up for himself. He’d never protested their unfounded claims, and he never tried to prove them wrong, either. Which, now that Hayden knows the things he does, makes perfect fucking sense. or Hayden finds himself unlearning everything he thought he knew about Ilya Rozanov

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  10. Fuck. He can’t do this now. He pinches his thigh in an effort to redirect his thoughts from spiraling, but it doesn’t help. The additional guilt of not wanting to make it about himself seems to tip him over the edge and - fucking, ugh.

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  11. Ilya noticed the little things, the nearly imperceptible movements of fingers and minutely shifting facial muscles. He noticed the patterns in it all as well, when it tended to happen more than not. One day, an internet rabbit hole leads him to learn that there may be more behind his boyfriends quirks than he initially thought. or: after some coaxing, Shane lets himself unmask enough to stim in front of Ilya. Ilya is predictably smitten

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  12. Witness by

    Heated Rivalry (TV)
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    • ✓

    2026-02-13

    Ilya comes back from his brother's funeral, and spends a day with Shane.

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  13. “Is he really okay?” Ilya asks, voice broken with worry. “He is, I promise honey. I’m looking after him.” “Okay.” There’s uncertainty still in his voice, but obviously Ilya is aware there’s nothing more he can do from afar right now. “Okay. Thank you. Please. Please just…” Yuna knows his next words before he even gets them out. “Please keep them safe.” And she’s all too quick to promise him. “Of course I will.” -ilya calls yuna when he's at an away game to check on a heavily pregnant shane.- (or , shane giving birth to his first baby, through the POV of yuna hollander)

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  14. Ilya Rozanov doesn’t like asking for help, especially at four in the morning. Unfortunately, his appendix doesn’t care about pride. When the pain gets bad enough to force his hand—and Shane is hours away—he calls Yuna. She answers before the second ring. Ilya is dreaming about his mother. At least, he thinks he is. The dream is already slipping away by the time his eyes open and he jolts awake. He can’t remember what she was saying, or even if she was really there, but the feeling of her lingers in his chest. He has just enough time to register that before something else cuts in. A twisting, terrible pressure low in his abdomen. It’s deep and wrong and sudden enough to make him suck in a breath. He lies there in the dark, staring up at the ceiling, trying to get his bearings. It’s nothing, he tells himself because he has a team breakfast tomorrow and he doesn’t have time for this. He can’t afford to be dramatic about a random ache in the middle of the night. So he stays still. Doesn’t shift, doesn’t test it. He waits for it to fade on its own. It doesn’t. It gets worse. Just enough that it’s impossible to ignore. It pulses, sharp in a way that makes his jaw tighten. Sleep is clearly not happening. He closes his eyes anyway, stubborn about it, but every breath seems to set it off again. He wishes, as he does every night, that Shane were there beside him. But Shane is in Montreal, and Ilya is in his Ottawa house, alone in the dark. If Shane were here, he’d probably be sprawled half on top of him asleep, and Ilya would have to nudge him off his chest which would probably wake him up. Shane would probably already be asking what’s wrong… Okay, he thinks. Enough. Ilya shifts toward the edge of the bed, moving carefully, like that might make a difference. Maybe he just needs water or maybe there’s something he can take for the pain. His feet hit the floor and for one stupid second he thinks it’s fine— Then the pain spikes, sudden and blinding, and the room tilts violently. His knees give out before he can grab anything, and he goes down hard onto the floor, the impact jarring and loud in the quiet house. He lies there, gasping, curled around the pain, knowing with cold certainty that this is not something he can ignore. The anger comes next, sharp enough to almost cut through the pain. He’s furious with himself for lying there and being weak. He’s had so many hits on the ice, he’s lost count. He knows how to push through discomfort; it’s practically a job requirement. This shouldn’t be enough to put him on the floor. And then a worse thought slips in, quiet and horrifying that makes him feel so alone, alone and scared. What if he dies like this—alone on his bedroom floor, the house dark and empty, no one even knowing something is wrong. The idea makes his heart race, panicked and uneven. What if he never sees Shane again? The thought is unbearable. He tries to shove it away, to replace it with something simple. He tells himself to get up. To move. To stop being ridiculous. He digs his hands into the floor, tries to push himself upright. It’s not determination so much as instinct. He drags himself across the floor, slow and awkward, the movement setting his stomach on fire. His phone is still on the nightstand. The distance to it feels ridiculous, like it’s on the other side of the house instead of just a few feet away. He gets there eventually and fumbles it into his hand, fingers slick with sweat. The screen lights up the dark. 4:07 a.m. He opens a text to Shane anyway. The blank screen stares back at him. He can picture Shane waking up to it, groggy and alarmed before he’s even fully conscious. Texting him in the middle of the night would send him straight into panic mode, and Ilya can’t do that. He doesn’t want to be the reason Shane spends the rest of the night terrified hours away. He doesn’t know what he would even say. Hey, I think something’s wrong feels like too much. Another spike of pain rips through him, sudden and brutal, bright enough to wipe the thought clean from his head. His breath catches, vision blurring, and his thumb slips off Shane’s name as the decision is made for him. He calls Yuna. He isn’t entirely sure why. Maybe because she’s listed as his emergency contact on a dozen work forms and in his phone, so his brain goes to her automatically. Maybe because she’s close by. Maybe, secretly, because he loves Shane’s mother very much, and she’s the kind of person who will know exactly what to do. She answers before the second ring, and Ilya opens his mouth and realizes he has nothing. The words are tangled up and useless. English refuses to cooperate. For a split second he thinks, If I were still in Russia, I wouldn’t do this. I wouldn’t call anyone. I wouldn’t be this weak.

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  15. Scott Hunter gets seated next to Ilya Rozanov at a charity event for The Irina Foundation.

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  16. “I can’t—” Shane tries to speak through the hysteria, but he gets caught trying to suck in a sharp breath. “I ca—” Hayden brings the phone back to his own ear. “He can’t hear you, man, he’s freaking out.” There’s shuffling on Rozanov’s end, then, very distinctly, he says, “Put me on speakerphone.” Or: Shane finds out about the plane malfunction just a tad too late. Featuring: breakdowns in the locker room, Ilya's love put on blast, and Comeau being the canonical dick we all know him to be.

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  17. Finally have time and inspiration to write a AU where Irina escapes her husband, and is able to take Ilya with her and raise him on her own with the support of the women of the neighbourhood like Yuna Hollander. 'There has never been a version of Shane that never loved Ilya.'

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  18. Take the Hits by

    Heated Rivalry (TV)
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    • ✓

    2026-02-10

    Shane has been an Ottawa Centaur for a month and is fitting in with the team. But now he has to face the Montreal Voyageurs for the first time since leaving. At least it is a home again. What could go wrong? Ilya has made it clear to the Centaurs how this game is going to go. Win the game, watch Shane’s back and send Montreal home crying. But Ilya is faced with watching his worst nightmare from 2017 happen again in front of his eyes. Shane gets hit. Bad.

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  19. birds of a feather by

    Heated Rivalry (TV)
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    2026-02-10

    He doesn’t know how he ends up in the downstairs coat closet.

    No memory exists of moving, of going down the staircase and shedding his ruined clothing until he’s only in his underwear, or opening the door and ripping all of Mama’s coats down to the floor. Vaguely, he recalls trembling in the cloud of her scent, stale and unhappy under the haze of old cigarettes.

    What he remembers is flashes. Alexei, furious tears in his eyes, telling Papa he’d found Ilya. Papa, scowling down at him, snapping, “Ilya, get out of this closet right now.” One of Papa’s cop friends, saying, “Jesus, Grika, look at him. He’s in h—” and Papa replying coldly, “Not another word.”

    Papa, kneeling in front of the closet, saying in an uncomfortable, painfully false, soft voice, “Synok, come out now. You cannot nest here.”

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  20. He wasn’t ready for this. Maybe he never would have been, not in two, or five, or ten years. Maybe he would have spent the rest of his life holding this secret inside, not telling a single soul about the way his heart beats for his biggest rival. Or maybe, in a year or ten or once he’s retired, he might have come out publicly. Might have shared his truth with the world. But that was supposed to be his choice. To tell or not to tell, to hide in the shade or step out into the sunshine. It was supposed to be his decision, and now it’s been taken from him.

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