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  1. Ilya leaned down and pressed an almost chaste kiss to Shane’s lips. “Stay.” Shane dutifully stayed still on the bed as Ilya went to the other side of the room, rummaging in the drawer for longer than usual. Shane fought the urge to turn and see what Ilya was doing until the other man came back, crouching down in front of him. He was holding lube, a condom, and–to Shane’s surprise–the pair of leather handcuffs that usually sat in the back corner of their drawer. They didn’t use the cuffs often, maybe a handful of times ever. Shane didn’t usually like not being able to touch Ilya. But Shane felt something warm and eager stir inside of him. He wanted Ilya to make the choices tonight. He was tired of thinking. Shane has a lot on his mind. Ilya gets a few things off it. Shane frowned at the pot of rice as the water splashed out cloudy again. He wasn’t counting how many times he washed it, but Ilya was stirring the saucepan on the stove, and the rice wasn’t going to be ready at the same time. Shane had been moving slowly, distracted. He turned on the tap again. At the same time, his phone buzzed in his pocket. The Rolex rep, confirming what time the shoot was tomorrow. Or his mom. Or Hayden, or JJ, or someone else wanting to talk about the shitshow last night. He swirled his fingers through the rice grains impatiently and poured the water out again. It ran clear enough. Buzz. Tap back on, cold water up to the joint of his finger. Buzz. Three texts meant it was probably Hayden. Shane didn’t want to talk about the game. If the Rolex rep hadn’t sent the time yet, he didn’t know how early he was getting up in the morning. They couldn’t shoot too late, because Shane had to be back at the rink for video review, which was going to suck. Theriault was pissed. He set the pot back into the rice cooker, closed the lid, and frowned again. Nothing happened. He pushed a button, but nothing lit up. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Piece of-” “Shane.” Ilya put his hand on top of Shane’s gently. His tone it wasn’t the first time Ilya had called his name. “Is not plugged in.” Shane took a deep breath. “What’s going on?” “Nothing. I’m just distracted.” Ilya’s hand trailed up Shane’s arm, and Shane turned a little to face him. Ilya brushed his fingertips across Shane’s temple. “Where are you?” Shane leaned into the touch and Ilya flattened his hand against Shane’s cheek. Shane closed his eyes. “Pittsburgh.” “Pittsburgh sucks. Montreal is much nicer.” Shane let out a little huff. “You didn’t get shut out by them.” “No. But half your team has the flu.” “I don’t have the flu. I played like shit.” “Ah, and hockey is individual sport, yes? You can do everything by yourself?” Shane turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to the palm of Ilya’s hand instead of responding. He let out another deep breath. “Shane. Sit. I will finish dinner.” Shane didn’t feel like arguing. “Okay,” he mumbled into Ilya’s palm. Ilya took his hand away, and Shane missed it immediately. “And give me your phone.” “Why?” Shane was already handing it over. “Because you will look at it and be more stressed.” Ilya slid Shane’s phone into his pocket. “Sit.” Shane wandered into the living room and sat on the couch. He looked around, picked up the book on the end table he had been ignoring for weeks, and stared blankly at a page until Ilya came back in with two bowls. Shane ate listlessly. When they were done, Ilya pulled him back against his chest and Shane let himself relax a little into the other man’s arms. They stayed like that for a while, Ilya’s breath soft against the top of Shane’s head and his arms strong around him. “You are stressed,” Ilya said into his hair eventually. “Very observant,” Shane said quietly, no real bite to it. “Mmm. Nothing gets by me. Like Pittsburgh goalie.” Shane turned to complain, but Ilya kissed him gently. “Still. You are very stressed lately. You are thinking too much.” “I’m sorry. We haven’t seen each other in weeks, and I’m-” Shane gestured with one hand, and Ilya caught it in his firm grasp. “No apologizing. Come to bed. You need to relax.” Shane reluctantly stood up from Ilya’s embrace. “The dishes first.” “Yes, yes, dishes. Then bed.” Ilya had already loaded most of the dishes into the dishwasher. Shane rearranged them properly and slotted their bowls and forks in. Ilya kissed him again as soon as they made it into the bedroom, backing Shane up until the bed hit the back of his knees. They stayed like that for a while, kissing gently and then deeply, until Ilya pulled back and his eyes searched over Shane’s face. Shane made a frustrated little sound and leaned back towards him, but Ilya put his hands on Shane’s shoulders and guided him down to sit on the bed. “You are thinking too much. Let me make your brain quiet, yes?” Ilya said. His voice was even, but Shane could see he was half-hard in his sweatpants. Shane was almost embarrassed at how quickly he nodded. He didn’t want to think anymore. His whole body, tired and tense, craved Ilya. Ilya leaned down and pressed an almost chaste kiss to Shane’s lips. “Stay.” Shane dutifully stayed still on the bed as Ilya went to the other side of the room, rummaging in the drawer for longer than usual. Shane fought the urge to turn and see what Ilya was doing until the other man came back, crouching down in front of him. He was holding lube, a condom, and–to Shane’s surprise–the pair of leather handcuffs that usually sat in the back corner of their drawer.

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  2. He's seen a few other guys get their bell rung. Has seen a couple of them get to their knees almost immediately; has seen them struggle to their feet, then almost wipe themselves out again. Has seen them kneeling with a dazed expression, trying to figure out where they are. And has seen a couple of them lie there. He's been one of them before. Swallowing down bile, he asks, "How long did I take to get up?" Please have tried. Please, please, have been one of those guys kneeling almost immediately. Please have been moving. Please have let Ilya seen that. A couple of years into playing on the same team together, Shane gets concussed. It's a little bit different this time.

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  3. Ilya decides he and Shane should celebrate their first Christmas as a public couple by hosting the holiday at their cottage with friends and family. And then there are friends and family everywhere, and emotionally charged salads and its all a little too much. Good thing Shane is practiced at soothing out the too muchness. tl;dr Christmasy smut. Vague spoilers for The Long Game. Don't come for me if I messed up some Long Game details - it was lowkey devastating and I have yet to gear up for a reread.

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  4. Loose Lips by

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    What was that thing the nice nurse lady said when she came in? About Ilya smothering him with a pillow? Oh. That's right. Everyone thinks they hate each other. That they're rivals. People don't know they actually like each other. It's a secret. Except he just told this nice nurse lady that he's in love with Ilya Rozanov. Uh-oh. or; Shane is a little high on pain meds and says some things he shouldn't.

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  5. Yuna is waiting for her son to finally come out and tell the truth: that he's in love with his teammate and best friend of the last eight years, Hayden Pike.

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  6. It all happens so quickly. One moment Shane is chasing one of the Voyageurs with Ilya speeding up ahead so they are basically trapping the other player, and the next he is watching Ilya hurtling into the ground in a nasty fall. - Or Ilya gets hurt on the ice, and Shane loses it.

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  7. Ilya can’t believe his eyes. There is a huge twenty-foot-tall photo of his— of Shane Hollander in a pair of Calvin Klein briefs giving the camera his “come fuck me” look. Or, Shane does a Calvin Klein campaign, Ilya has feelings about it.

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  8. Want You Like That by

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    Shane Hollander wants Ilya Rozanov like that. Ilya Rozanov wants Shane Hollander like that. Ilya doesn’t know how the game against Montreal ended. He doesn’t know how he got back to the hotel, or what he did the entire night. Because he sure as shit didn’t sleep. Hell, he doesn’t even know how he made it to the Montreal hospital. All he knows now is that he’s standing in front of a help desk waiting for the receptionist to look up Hollander’s room number. He doesn’t think he’s breathing, convinced he’s seconds away from being told he’s not allowed to see Shane. That he has to leave and go back to his hotel room, left wondering and- OR The hospital scene but i based it off of a song and then it got out of hand

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  9. When Ilya walks out of the hospital room after visiting Shane, his warnings don’t go far. Shane only lasts so long before he is spilling earnest words to the nurse about his most recent bedside visitor, Ilya Rozanov.

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  10. "No," Ilya said, when Shane took a first step in his direction. "You are dog. You have to… what's the word? Walk with four legs." "Crawl?" Shane choked out, feeling his cheeks turn beet red. "Yes, that. Crawl." or, when Ilya gets Shane a dog collar, what can Shane do but prove he's a good boy?

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  11. “I cannot believe that you invited him” He can believe it, actually. His mother invites him every year, this is just the first year he’s actually showed up. A fact which was news to Shane until he’d walked into the cottage, weekend bag slung over his shoulder, to the sight of Ilya Rozanov reaching up on his tippy toes, t-shirt riding up to expose the small of his back, helping his mom hang garland over a doorway Shane had, literally, nearly turned around and walked right back out Its Christmas and its snowing and Shane's mom's annoying (ly hot) best friend is stuck at the cottage

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  12. Shane Hollander has built his life on control — of his body, his instincts, his silence. As a secret omega in a league that still punishes vulnerability, secrecy is survival. Loving Ilya Rosanov has always been the one thing he’s never learned how to do safely. When a brutal on-ice collision during a rivalry game leaves Shane fighting for his life, the careful balance holding his world together begins to fracture. Under stadium lights and thousands of watching eyes — including his parents — pain, fear, and unspoken love collide. And Ilya, furious and terrified, is forced to stand helplessly close while the truth remains buried. Some things break loudly. Some break quietly. And some are never said at all. Or, one brutal hit forces Shane to stop hiding and start feeling.

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  13. “Do we have to add Scott Hunter and his twink in our acknowledgements?” llya asks dryly, lifting his brow and Shane can’t help but laugh. His boyfriend couldn’t seem to get over the fact that “boring but sexy 100 000 years old” Scott Hunter managed to do the bravest, coolest thing in NHL history. “Where did you even learn ‘acknowledgements’?” Shane asks fondly and llya shrugs, pressing a soft kiss to his brow before turning his attention to the laptop. “I’m very complex, smart hockey player, Hollander. I know things” he responds loftily and Shane snorts but doesn’t comment. -- AU where Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov come out.

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  14. “I climb twenty flights to show you the solar eclipse, and it’s, oh, bye, I must return to my boring book about—“ “Eclipse? You said—“ “I said there is a reward at the top. What did you think I mean?” Maybe Ilya’s hands and mouth on him? Maybe his dirty words printed at Shane’s navel and a smile before they took a risk? Shane blushes. — or: Shane is passionate. He just doesn’t know what about.

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  15. Being a professional hockey player means being in top shape at all times. He does his best to look like it, and he likes it when he feels good with it. He’s pure mass and muscle, the kind that’s unforgiving on the ice, and a blur on his skates. He wouldn’t trade a damn thing for this body of his. But sometimes, a stray cog fucks with his system and makes him wonder how it feels to be soft, too. How it feels to be delicate.

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  16. “It was a bad hit, Shane,” Hayden says, worriedly. He looks up to where Ilya is quietly observing them, leaning against the lockers with his eyes fixed intently on Shane. “Ilya, doesn’t it look bad?” “Is not bullet wound,” Ilya says flatly, “he will be back on ice within week.” or, Shane and Ilya play on the same team and hate each other in every way but one…or so Shane thinks until he gets hurt on the ice and Ilya is a little too nice about it all.

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  17. An anonymous video leaks of Montreal players trash-talking Shane, and it quickly goes viral. The backlash sends him into a panic attack, but Ilya is there, steady and protective, helping him through it when everything else feels out of control.

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  18. He thinks about 18-year-old Shane, meeting Ilya Rozanov in Saskatchewan. He thinks about Shane now, retired, but with busier days than ever. He thinks about all the Shanes in between- Montreal Voyageur captain Shane, realizing he’s in love with the one person he never could be. The Shane that could never go back to the team he thought he’d always be a part of. The Shane that created a dynasty and a family with the love of his life in Ottawa. He hopes they would be proud of him, and the life he’s made for himself.

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  19. What if Shane started learning Russian after the first time they hooked up without telling Ilya? What if Shane never told him because he was afraid of being judged? And what if Shane actually understood everything Ilya said on the phonecall? A quick one-shot where Shane understands everything Ilya said on the phone + one time Shane tells Ilya how he feels about him in Russian. Title from 'Talk Talk' by Charli XCX and Troye Sivan

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  20. until the end of time by

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    Shane placed a hand over Ilya’s cheek, lightly pushing his face away. “I need to, um—I need to ask you something. Well, not need, but I wanted to ask you something.” Though Ilya’s eyes avoided his, his gaze set on Shane’s wallpaper in the back, he nodded. “Go ahead.” “Would you…” He started, letting his voice trail off as he searched for the words. He wished Ilya would just look at him, but it wasn’t as if he was doing any better in the eye contact aspect. “Would you want to… come to the cottage? With me?” aka cottage scene if shane was never injured

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