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  1. Montreal faces Ottawa once again and Shane has a hard time convincing Ilya to not cause irreparable damage once again.

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  2. If the percentage of gay ex-boyfriends Rose has was anything less than 70%, or if her self- esteem had been any lower, she might have been offended or hurt right now. The realization had started slowly. And still, even now, her own experience with Shane and what she knows of him only allows for the picture to change slightly and become one of him actually enjoying sex, but not anything beyond that. He is still socially uncomfortable and hates talking about sex except for that one joke that started out as one of the worst sentences Rose thinks she’s ever uttered out loud. The shy and hesitant version of Shane is still firmly cemented in her mind. Rose is curious, though. She never really stops being curious. It’s why she’s standing here, hidden, not moving a muscle or making a sound as she becomes an accidental voyeur of Shane and Ilya as Shane rides Ilya on the couch.

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  3. Several MLH referees have a group text, mostly just to talk shit, but when a new ref who speaks Russian joins the chat, they all start to put the pieces together.

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  4. “Oh what is worst thing that can happen if Hunter overhears us? You think gay Scott Hunter, trailblazer for MLH will out two colleagues? No. I do not think so. More likely he just jerks off because we sound so sexy together.”

    “I swear to god, I’m going to kill him,” Scott whispered.

     

    Or, 5 times Shane and Ilya were not subtle and Scott (and Kip!) picked up on it, and 1 time everyone did

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  5. It was awkward. What do you say to the boy your son loves when he’s awake in the middle of the night with a haunted look in his eye? Ilya looked nervous in a way that was difficult to place. She wondered if she should get Shane—the boy looked like he needed someone. He looked young, like he needed a mother. Yuna was a mother, and a damn good one if Shane was any indication. ~ How Ilya Rozanov goes from Yuna's son's archrival to her son's boyfriend to her favorite son. OR How Yuna Hollander goes from Mrs. Hollander to Yuna to Mom.

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  6. The room went quiet for exactly three seconds before it erupted. "Holy shit, Rozanov has a date!" "Who is she?" "How long has this been going on?" "Is she hot?" Ilya let them speculate, keeping his expression carefully neutral as he finished changing. This was the game he'd gotten good at over the past year: deflecting without lying, misdirecting without being obvious about it. His teammates were good guys, but they didn't need to know. Couldn't know. Nobody could know that Ilya Rozanov's Valentine's Day plans involved Shane Hollander. Or, Hollanov are still a secret, Shane is making an exception on his diet, and Ilya has something to celebrate.

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  7. Shane’s lips twitch and Ilya knows he’s fighting off a smile. He knows immediately that his boyfriend is up to something. “You are planning?” Shane’s grin breaks free as he corrects, “Plotting, maybe scheming.” Ilya wags his gloved finger. “No matter the word, you are up to no good, Hollander.” “Depends on who’s asking,” he admits before skating away. OR Shane steals something of Ilya’s and they both suffers the consequences.

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  8. “I am sad.” Ilya says shortly. “Very sad.” “Where do you feel it in your body?” Shane tries to help. “Feel what? The sadness?” Ilya looks at him like he’s gone insane. “Yes, the emotion.” Shane starts to feel unsure, “In your body where do you feel it?” Shane thinks of all the times he’s worried about Ilya; how that worry lives in his throat and in the tension of his shoulders.

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  9. Great Big Sea by

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    Shane Hollander loves a plan. Unfortunately, all of his are falling apart, and on the day before hockey camps are set to start.

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  10. “When was the last time you ate or drank anything?” Yuna quickly scans the bedside tables. There’s a mug with a dried brown bottom and a can of coke, presumably empty, since it’s lying on its side without any spills. The mountain of covers shifts once as if Ilya shrugs underneath. She’s certain he’s not eaten anything that day, and maybe even the day before. “I brought soup. I can heat some up and bring it over to the bed?” --- Yuna Hollander takes care of Ilya Rozanov during one of his “quiet” episodes and attempts to communicate through the universal love language of food.

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  11. Hayden hated the guy. Hated him. Hated his stupid, smug smirk and the myriad of insults he threw Hayden’s way and the way he made fun of Shane like it was a funny game then looked him up and down like a piece of meat and his reputation of sleeping with everything that fucking moved and the memories of being slammed into the boards by him and quite literally everything about this Russian dickhead. And he hated that he was now going to have to do everything in his power to learn how to tolerate Rozanov because Shane was inexplicably and hopelessly in love with him, and Shane was his brother in every fucking thing but blood, and Hayden was not going to keep being responsible for that sad puppy look on his face every time he realized how poorly they got along. So far, Hayden sucked at it. Big time. --- It bothers Shane that Hayden and Ilya don't get along, so Hayden is putting in the effort to try and see these redeeming qualities Shane claims the guy has. Over the years it becomes easier and easier, until one day, he realizes he doesn't have to actually try anymore. or, 5 times Hayden realized he was starting to tolerate Ilya + 1 time they acknowledged they were actually friends now

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  12. "WouldyoustilllovemeifIwasaloon?" Shane blurted. At that, Ilya clicked his phone shut, dropped it on his chest, and gazed straight into Shane's eyes. "What?" Ilya asked. "You heard me. Would you still love me if I was a loon?" Shane could feel his cheeks turning hot. "Why would you be loon?" Ilya's brows furrowed in obvious confusion. "How would you turn into loon?" [Or the reason why Ilya got a loon tattoo]

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  13. Shane Hollander tripped. His teammates think he didn't. Shane has had enough.

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  14. March 15, 2020. The entire Ottawa Centaurs team is mandated to quarantine in New York, as Harris Drover tested positive with COVID during the Centaurs’ away game against the New York Admirals. This includes Ilya Rozanov, who is quarantining with Luca Haas in a shabby hotel room. Shane Hollander, on the other hand, moved into the cottage with his parents to hide from all the chaos. How will Shane and Ilya keep in touch and stay sane while the whole world is on lockdown? —OR— Hollanov Covid 19 Pandemic AU

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  15. At this point Ilya is utterly besotted. His deranged boyfriend saw him being good at babysitting, and immediately proceeded to overthink it until he developed a pregnancy wish. God, Ilya knew he was securing himself a real weirdo, but this is a whole other level of insane. And fuck how much he loves this man for it. “I wish I could get pregnant.” The sentence hangs there, in the soft dim light of their bedroom, for a long moment. Ilya was close to falling asleep, he needs time to register the words and translate them. And then some more time to process their meaning. It’s not unusual for Shane to do this. Waking him up at some ungodly hour to tell him what crazy, beautiful idea his unhinged brain had just concocted. It’s endearing – one among the many reasons Ilya loves him so much. Except this time ‘endearing’ is not the first term that crosses Ilya’s mind. To be fair, right now there’s very little going on in his mind. His cock has taken that sentence very seriously, though. He rolls over to face Shane – yes, he was being the little spoon, he likes to be held, okay? “Hollander, if you want me so bad to fill you up you just have to ask.” he teases him, a smirk pulling at his lips. Shane huffs at him, a cute blush spreading over his cheeks. “I mean it.” “Mh-mh.” Ilya nods, crawling over him and caging him in his arms, “You sure do. Tell me more.” “Ilya…” Shane scolds him, weakly shoving at his shoulders. He’s annoyed – not enough to actually stop him though. Ilya grinds his hips to Shane’s, slotting their half-hard cocks together. “Shane?” he murmurs over his neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. “I–” an amused sigh, “It’s not like… a kink or something…” “Okay.” Ilya doesn’t really give a fuck about what it is. It’s hot as hell and he wants to make the most of it. “Ilya…” Shane sighs again, leaning more on exasperated this time, “I mean it.” Later, Ilya will mentally congratulate himself for being strong enough and stop to actually listen to him. Because right now he just wants to bury himself into Shane. But no, of course his anxiety fueled boyfriend wants to talk about it. Ilya thinks it would be way more fun to put the whole thing in action, but okay. He guesses he has to be patient and wait. He rolls again, pulling at him so they can lay on their side and look at each other. “You mean it.” he repeats, more to himself than to him, “You want to get pregnant.” Shane scoffs, as if Ilya just said something dumb, and not merely rephrased his own words. “I wish I could have your baby.” he points out, all serious. Ilya searches his face for a moment, looking for any clue to help him through this, but he finds none. Now he’s damn confused. See, Ilya is a down-to-earth man, and sex is no exception. He doesn’t really get kinks, but he enjoys the fucking only if his lover is enjoying it in the first place, so he always goes with whatever they want for the other’s sake. That’s why he’s good at it. He might as well admit that that’s his peculiar kink: please his partner. But apparently, now his boyfriend is not talking kinky. He said he means it – twice – and Ilya doesn't understand. They are two men, it can’t happen. Ilya can’t make it happen. He can fake it, if that’s Shane’s fantasy, acting it out as best as he can. But he can’t actually knock Shane up. Ilya can’t fulfill his wish, and this whole talk is only puzzling and frustrating for him. He must wear his confusion all over his face, because now Shane is leaning over to kiss him gently. “Hey… it’s okay. I’m just a bit sad that we can't have what everyone can.” Ilya’s eyebrows shoot up – that’s a huge generalization. And that more than anything else puts everything Shane is saying into the right spotlight. He usually talks with his brain, but now he’s talking with his heart – which is so rare. Yes, Ilya already had the chance to witness his boyfriend truly going vulnerable like this, but not so often. They are sincere with each other now, the time for walls between them is gone, but Shane still has a hard time putting his emotions into words. Not because he doesn't want to, but rather because he's still figuring out how. You can bet whenever it happens it’s just priceless. So now Ilya forces himself to put aside his confusion – and put down his cock – to give his boyfriend his complete attention. “It's just… this isn’t fair.” Shane shrugs, a little crease between his eyebrows. Ilya reaches there with a hand, the thumb massaging away the crease. “There are other ways.” Shane closes his eyes, relaxing under his touch. “Mmh… I know.” he grumbles, “Just wished we could do it the easy way.” “Easy? Pregnant you would be a pain in the ass.” he jokes, hoping to lighten up the mood a bit.

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  16. Shane forgets to take his heat suppressants before the Montreal v. Boston game. He goes to Ilya’s house after the game, and Ilya takes care of him.

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  17. Shane just wants to be fucked, but Ilya is playing hard-to-get. Shane watched Ilya in the mirror as he added weight to the bench press in his home gym. “Something wrong?” Ilya questioned as he continued to add more weight. “You’re definitely going to need a spotter,” Shane said as he continued his weighted squats. Ilya smiled brightly, “That is what my loving boyfriend is for, yes?” Shane blushed. He lived for moments like this. The Voyaguers played in Boston last night, and Shane got to spend the night. Even better, they had a few days off from practice, so he stayed behind in Boston. Ilya lay back on the bench and looked to Shane expectantly. He put down his weights and walked over to the bench. “I’d be much more willing to do this if my loving boyfriend, perhaps, wasn’t wearing a shirt?” “You would do it anyway,” Ilya rolled his eyes as he pulled off his shirt, “Pants too?” It was Shane’s turn to roll his eyes now, “I guess you can keep those on.” Shane spotted Ilya as he did an insane number of reps, only being occasionally distracted by the noises he made when exerting himself. Shane couldn’t help that his cock began to stiffen in his pants. He knew if Ilya noticed, he’d never hear the end of it. By the end of Ilya’s third set, Shane’s cock was fully erect, and his ass was slick. He knew Ilya could scent it, but when he got up, he just gave Shane a quick peck on the lips and started taking the weights off the bar. Shane was livid and felt rejected. Many times, Ilya had bent Shane over the gym equipment and fucked him from behind so they could both watch in the wall of mirrors. Either of the home gyms was honestly their favorite place to fuck because it meant they could both watch. Dumbfounded, Shane just stood, trying to hold himself together, while Ilya continued with the next exercise in his chest routine. “Don’t stop on my account, Hollander,” Ilya said as he began doing chest dips. He looked sinful, covered in sweat, muscles bulging, and the sounds he made were… it was all very distracting. Two could play at this game. Shane abandoned his leg day routine and transitioned to every exercise he could think of that would show off his pert ass. He went through a whole process of Romanian deadlifts, good mornings, weighted sumo squats, and goblet squats. Every ass-building exercise in his arsenal was put to use. Ilya didn’t seem to notice, and that pissed Shane off even more. He couldn’t take it anymore. Abruptly, he dropped the dumbbells he was working with and wiped them down, racking them. He quickly wiped down all of the other equipment he had used and headed upstairs. As he marched up the stairs, he held his breath waiting to hear Ilya’s following footsteps. He heard nothing. Ilya was usually so responsive to him. It’s not like Shane was in heat; he suppressed his heats during the season. He had only allowed his first heat to happen last summer when Ilya decided to extend his stay at the cottage after they came out to his parents. It was... intense. The doctors had warned him that suppressing his heats for so long, nearly 15 years, would make the first few more fierce and possibly more frequent. He couldn’t not suppress them, though, an omega in the NHL probably wouldn’t go over well. Especially since he was supposed to be the alpha of the Voyaguers as captain. Thinking about the time they spent together during his heat, Shane’s cock throbbed, and he felt so empty. He decided a cold shower would take care of his problem. He didn’t even want to jack off, not when Ilya could be—should be—taking care of him. Shane used the en suite bathroom, walking through Ilya’s bedroom to get there. He reminisced on the time Ilya had built him a nest when he had forgotten to take his suppressants before a game one time. The cold shower did nothing to pacify his arousal. When he turned the shower off and opened the door to grab his towel, he noticed Ilya standing in the doorway, naked. His arms were crossed, and he was still sweaty from working out. His cock was fully erect, pointing at Shane. A lock of golden brown curly hair fell in front of his eyes. He looked like a Greek fucking God. If there were a male Greek God of Fucking, it would be Ilya. Shane maintained eye contact with Ilya as he dried his body, slowly, sensually. When he was done, Ilya held his hand out to Shane. He immediately took it. Ilya walked them into the bedroom and pinned Shane against the wall. Their cocks rubbed together, and Shane moaned at the touch. Ilya took Shane’s jaw between his thumb and forefinger, tipping his gaze to meet his, “If you want me to fuck you, my sweet omega, all you have to do is ask nicely.” Shane’s cheeks blushed pink, and he nodded as he pulled Ilya’s lips down to his, pushing to his toes to compensate for his height. This kiss was different than the one they shared in the gym—it was hot and needy and messy and just so raw.

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  18. Ilya shrugs and runs his hand from Shane’s waist down to his ass and back up. “But you are so good at it. What is English saying? Having it with science?” “Having it down to a science.” “Exactly. Some things come natural to you, yes? Doing your bottom prep stuff. Taking my cock. You are perfect bottom. Made to be bottom. You love to be bottom.” “I do. I love it.” Shane swallows, reminded of exactly where he is and what he’s doing, a cautiously confident smile on his face as he starts to ride more with his legs than his hips. “And you thought I would throw it all away for some Taco Bell.” OR; shane hollander's foolproof bottom prep routine and how his lovely boyfriend takes care of him

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  19. "Shane heart reacts to the message. Ilya imagines him taking an uneasy bite from the toast, but still enjoying it. He waits until he’s done getting ready for practice before texting again. Lily: you have eaten it all? The reply is instant. Jane: [image attachment] Jane: I’m still shaking The plate and cup are both empty. Ilya’s heart clenches. Shane is…he’s so perfect." Or: A series of moments centered around Shane's recovery process.

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  20. Ilya reminds Shane of how hard he’s worked on his body. This fic has descriptions about having unhealthy relationships with food and an implied eating disorder/disordered eating, please take care of yourselves! Spoilers for Book 6: The Long Game

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