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  1. Exhibition: Year One by

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    2026-08-11

    The MLH decided to sponsor a week-long summer event for new players and up-and-coming prospects that they were calling the MLH All-Stars Summer Exhibition. And in the inaugural cohort, in addition to many talented prospects and players new to the league? Rookie of the Year Shane Hollander and runner up Ilya Rozanov.

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    After their rookie season, Shane and Ilya have to share a room in Arizona. For a week.

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  2. “It’s okay. I don’t need anything.” “I am not going to eat in front of you while you have nothing, Hollander,” Ilya scoffs. He plucks a can of cold ginger ale from the top shelf as casually as he can manage and slides it over the island, interrupting Hollander’s fidgeting thumbs. “You must be hungry, yes? It’s been hours since you left hotel. I can make something. Easy.” “Make… what?” he asks warily. Ilya rolls his eyes and tosses a look over his shoulder. “Do not worry. I will find something that works for your special hockey diet,” he teases. He reaches back into the fridge. “Tuna melt okay?” “No,” Hollander says primly. “And it’s a disease. Not a diet.” He pulls his hands out of the cold and turns, blinks. “What?”

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  3. Scott Hunter is on his annual anonymous European gaycation. Eric Bennett is on a photography trip in the same city. Surely nothing can go wrong.

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  4. After stopping Ilya from jumping off a bridge, Scott and Kip take him in. Over the next couple of weeks, they learn about the horrors Ilya has had to endure and hopefully, they can give him the safety he needs.

    *This fic is a standalone, and you don't need to read the other fics in this series

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  5. “You're being cruel, Ilya. Please just— stop.” Pain blooms across Ilya's expression, a brief lapse in form. He's quick to recover, furrowing his brow and pursing his lips, like Shane’s made more than a simple request, like he's got Rose Landry here in his lap, parading her around like Ilya has with all his women since rookie year. Like he has any right to that pain. “Oh, so this is what it takes to make you say my name without freaking out.” Or: Shane does not go home with Rose after the club.

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  6. some pacific wind by

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    2026-02-03

    Someone’s posted a shaky video from the stands, just behind the whole altercation. It’s close enough to catch the snarl on Rozanov’s face as he charges up the steps. He’s so pretty, Shane thinks faintly. The video starts too late to show what set him off, but it catches the tail end of what the man is yelling, the things he's saying about Shane, before pivoting to calling Rozanov a cunt and bitch and a pussy instead.

    Rozanov drops his gloves for Shane. He wishes he could just be grateful, but it feels a little bit like the end of the world.

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  7. Shane picks up on the third ring.

    “What?”

    Ilya closes his eyes, humiliation twisting his gut. Still, though, it’s nice to hear his voice. His shoulders sag a little. “Hollander?”

    “I don’t–” Shane sighs, long and heavy. “Why are you calling?”

    Why is he calling? Ilya couldn’t answer. Not in any way that makes sense, anyway.

    Voice wobbling, Ilya says, “I am sorry.” He inhales, breath hitching horribly. “Was mistake.”

    On the other line, Shane goes quiet. Then, shuffling around, he says, “What’s going on, Rozanov?”

    Or: Ilya calls Shane in the middle of the night, and against his better judgment, Shane comes to find him.

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  8. It was purple by

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    2026-01-12

    Shane and Ilya are on the same team for Ottawa, and they’ve just won an away game. Shane decides to celebrate by showing Ilya the toy he got teased for having years ago! Jane: Room 1220. 10pm. Ilya’s heart rate increases as he reads the message. They haven’t been sleeping in separate hotel rooms ever since Shane traded to Ottawa, but they like to reminisce. Ilya eyes Shane from across the bar. They’re downstairs in the hotel celebrating a win with a bunch of other Ottawa players. Ilya could see Shane laughing with Zane Boodrum. He likes to watch Shane, and especially when he can tell Shane is at ease. And Shane was at ease with this new team. So Ilya watches a lot. He also smiles a lot. It’s taken some getting used to from the team. Lily: See you soon Hollander. . . . Shane feels his phone buzz in his pocket as his gaze meets Ilya’s. He doesn’t need to check it to know Ilya would be interested. He could tell by the wink Ilya sends his way as he holds his gaze and sips his vodka. Shane could feel himself starting to blush. He loved being in a relationship with Ilya and being in an environment with supportive teammates. But he was still getting to grips with being a one half of a public couple. Ilya knows this and seems to enjoy stressing Shane out with public displays of affection. Shane was still trying to figure out who taught Ilya what baptism of fire means. After doing the rounds Shane checks the time. 9.40pm. He says his goodbyes and excuses himself, heading back to his hotel room. Shane has had this idea to suprise Ilya for a few weeks now but has had to mentally prepare for the embarrassment and the inevitable teasing from Ilya. He knew deep down it would be worth it. By the time he got himself ready, it was past 10pm. This wasn’t surprising to Shane, Ilya likes to keep him waiting. Eventually he hears a knock at the door. He opens it to find Ilya holding both sides of the door frame. Ilya doesn’t hesitate as he starts to walk forward crowding Shane and forcing him to step back. The door slams shut behind them. ‘What have you got planned for us tonight Hollander?’ Ilya asks bluntly. He was so close Shane could feel the heat of him through both their suits. Before he could answer, Ilya’s eyes land on the bedside table. Shane blushes furiously. ‘You never told me you like Alien dick Hollander.’ Ilya smirks. ‘I don’t!’ Shane huffed. ‘Purple is just the most common colour for sex toys.’ ’How do you know that? Do you have more?’ ‘Fuck you.’ Ilya has the dildo in his hand and is examining it. ‘Is this the one?’ ’You know it is.’ Shane deadpans which makes Ilya smile wider. ‘Is smaller than me.’ ’That’s not hard, Rozanov.’ Ilya grins and Shane sighs. ‘What do you want to do with this Shane?’ Ilya is back in Shane’s face. ‘Well.. I thought, ahem, I thought we could use it. Together.’ Shane stammers. ‘Will you show me how you use it? I want to see.’ ’No I thought I’d travel with it in my hand luggage and sweat through airport security for a laugh.’ Shane says sarcastically. Ilya is quiet for a moment. ‘Take off your clothes and get on the bed Hollander.’ Shane has his tie off before Ilya has finished speaking. He likes being told what to do. Something in his brain quiets when he has an instruction or a task to focus on. It’s part of why he loves hockey. He knows exactly what is expected of him. Once Shane has got his clothes (except his socks which he keeps on) neatly piled on a chair, he turns and pushes back until he is leaning on the pillows in the middle of the bed. Shane remembers years ago when Ilya got him to masturbate in front of him in a similar position in a different hotel room as Ilya sat in a chair sipping vodka. Ilya wasn’t quite as nonchalant now however. He was sitting on the edge of the bed watching Shane with the dildo in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. Shane could tell he was excited. ’Get yourself ready.’ Ilya says softly. He takes his suit jacket off and throws it on the floor with his discarded shoes as Shane gets comfortable and rubs some lube between his fingers to warm it up. Ilya watches, his attention rapt as Shane slowly works one, then two, then three fingers into himself. Shane’s skin has started to turn rosy, and Ilya knows the blush on Shane’s face and chest will get much deeper before they’re finished with each other tonight. He pumps some lube into his hand and then hovers it over Shane’s cock. ’Do you want this?’ Shane nods in approval, then grunts when Ilya’s hand makes contact. ’You bastard. You couldn’t have warmed it?’ Ilya laughs. ‘I wanted to see you squirm.’ It doesn’t take long for Ilya’s hand to speed up, keeping pace with Shane building momentum. Suddenly, Shane is pushing Ilya away.

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  9. “Wait,” Ilya swallows. Fuck fuck fuck. What is he doing? He shouldn’t offer this. They shouldn’t do this. If he were responsible, he would stand up and help Shane get dressed and order him a ride. Offering what he really wants to do is dangerous. It crosses the line. He does it anyway. “Stay,” Ilya sits up, vision swimming. It seems that extra vodka has caught up with him. Shane hesitates, and Ilya feels the need to explain himself a little better. “We are too drunk to have sex, but you can sleep it off here.” ______________ After leaving an after-party for an award show, Ilya and Shane meet up for a hook-up. Ilya realizes that they have both drank too much to have sex, so he offers for Shane to spend the night instead and sleep it off. Before they fall asleep though, Shane says something he shouldn't.

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  10. Shane finds himself thinking, wishing, hoping, for more than shadows with Ilya after leaving his hotel room during the All Stars. He makes the decision to come out on Instagram, belatedly coming out to his parents in a text, and then goes down to hit the punching bag in the hotel gym until his brain fizzles into a decision about Ilya. He's alone for long enough, but Ilya stays afterwards.

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  11. “You don’t have to.” Ilya whispers. “What?” “Love me. You don’t have to. To say it, you can move on, you can find someone better, you don’t have to.” he says. “I am. . . not good.” he settles on after trying to find the right words in his mind. *Alternate ending to episode 4*

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  12. Shane gets in the car and slams the door shut. “What was that?” his dad asks, voice slightly worried. “Nothing,” Shane says unconvincingly, looking down at his hands, tearing at the skin around his fingernails. “Didn’t look like nothing, bud. It’s unlike you not to say bye to your friend like that. Or slam the door.” “Ilya Rozanov is not my friend, Dad.” *** Shane Hollander thinks he's ready for 8th grade. For the most part, he is. Enter: Ilya Rozanov. Shane is not ready for the way his life is about to change.

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  13. If he could just get everything right then he wouldn’t be having these problems, he told himself. If he could stick to his shitty fucking diet which he hated, and his grueling workout routine, and manage his schedule to fit in more brand deals and advertisements, if he could fit in extra hours of practice, and on and on and on. Of course, he thought with spite, this would all be better if he could fucking sleep. Or, Shane is falling apart and Ilya is there to pick up the pieces. “I- I’m sorry, I think this season has just been more stressful than usual,” he had tried to tell Rose Landry as she gathered her clothes from the side of the bed. “Of course,” she’d said and offered him a small smile. They both knew he was full of shit, but one thing wasn’t a lie: this season had been stressful. Shane could feel his control slipping despite his best attempts. No matter how many times he tried to tell himself that he needed to get his shit together his grip on normalcy was loosening. If he could just get everything right then he wouldn’t be having these problems, he told himself. If he could stick to his shitty fucking diet which he hated, and his grueling workout routine, and manage his schedule to fit in more brand deals and advertisements, if he could fit in extra hours of practice, and on and on and on. Of course, he thought with spite, this would all be better if he could fucking sleep. It started about a month ago with one restless night and had spiraled from there. Usually Shane fell into a deep sleep after a long day of practice and workouts and whatever else he was doing but lately he just lay in bed, heart pounding, thoughts racing, and definitely not sleeping. Or, if and when he did manage to fall into a fitful sleep his dreams consisted of his own worst nightmares: losing the cup, everyone finding out about him and Ilya, the flash of cameras in his face, or once even a dream that featured Ilya somewhere in Russia being hurt because of Shane. Always, the dreams concluded that whatever bad things were happening were because of Shane and Shane had a hard time not believing that himself. He’d wake up in empty hotel rooms, a twisted scream escaping his lips, panting and sweaty and alone. Of course people had noticed, Rose had noticed before they broke up and Hayden kept asking him if he was okay at practice and Shane brushed them all off. He was fine, he had to be. So what if he wobbled on his skates and always felt like he was seeing through a thick layer of fog. The only person he really wanted to see, the only person who he could imagine would treat him normally, would probably never want to speak to him again. Not after he left, not after he’d dated Rose fucking Landry. God, he needed to get some fucking sleep, he thought, burying his head in his hands and blocking out the fluorescent lights. “Hey,” Hayden said cautiously, “you alright buddy?” Shane snapped his eyes open, “I’m fine,” he growled. Hayden took a step back, his hands raised in surrender, and Shane couldn’t even bring himself to feel bad for snapping at his best friend. “Okay, I’m gonna go get some snacks, maybe try to get some rest on the plane?” Hayden offered, disappearing into the chaos of the airport. Yeah, Shane thought sarcastically, because it's that easy. On the flight to Florida he determinedly ignored Hayden’s concerned looks in favor of reading one of his hockey books until his best friend fell asleep and Shane looked at him with envy. By the time they landed he was ready to collapse into a hotel bed and hopefully never wake up but he knew both of those things were impossible. When they dropped their bags off in their rooms Shane caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror hanging next to the bed. He looked like shit, he thought, carding a hand through his dark hair in an attempt at looking presentable. Even in his newly styled clothes there was no hiding the dark purple circles under his eyes, the new lines of stress wrinkling his forehead, or how pale he’d gotten. “You look like shit,” was the first thing Ilya Rozanov said to him, coming over to sit next to Shane at the bar. “Fuck off,” Shane responded, even as his hands shook as he raised his glass of ginger ale to his lips. Rozanov hummed, “and you're sure you can play tomorrow? Or I need to score all the goals for both of us?” He said with a smirk. Shane glared at him but he was pretty sure he wasn’t imagining the undercurrent of concern in the Russian’s voice. “I’m fine,” he muttered. “Okay,” he didn’t sound convinced, “see you tomorrow then.” “Y-yeah, see you,” Shane muttered as he hastily stood up and left. Fuck. That night he lay wide awake, staring up at the ceiling above him. Rozanov was here, and he didn’t seem to completely hate him. That had to count for something, right? So why couldn’t he calm the fuck down, why was his heart still racing with anxiety? He blinked at the sleeping figure of Hayden in the bed next to him, passed out without a care in the world. Why couldn’t he just be normal like that? Instead he watched the clock tick ever closer to sunrise until it was six am and time to get up. “You gotta eat something man,” JJ pointed out. They were sitting in the hotel lobby and Shane was picking at an orange, peeling it slowly.

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  14. Be Selfish by

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    JANE: We didn't even kiss "Fuck." Shane presses his forehead against the elevator wall, his eyes fluttering closed against the tears threatening to fall. His vision darkens at the edges and he can't quite catch his breath, his chest aching. He sent it. His finger fucking slipped and he sent it. The text sent.

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  15. 5 times Ilya is in denial that he snores, and one time he catches Shane doing the same.

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  16. the lucky one by

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    Tomorrow, he'll call Shane and apologise. He'll fix what he broke. He doesn't want Shane to be angry at him anymore. He doesn’t remember swerving to avoid a merging truck. He also doesn’t remember hitting the tree. Or: Ilya gets into a car accident. Shane is there to pick up the pieces.

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  17. “So,” Ilya says, dragging the word out. He’s swiping at non-existent crumbs on the counter, avoiding his eyes. “You have dinner at parents on Christmas, yes?” “Yeah.” Ilya nods. “I can house-sit while you are away. Make place pretty, if you have decorations. Make it less boring.” Shane’s eyebrows fly up. “What? You don’t want to come with?” Finally, Ilya looks up at him. Hesitantly, he asks, “You want me to come with?” Frowning, Shane says, “I– yeah. Yeah, of course. You think I invited you here just so you could spend Christmas alone?” Looking away, Ilya shrugs. “I am intruder here, Hollander. You have family. I do not. Makes situation… difficult, maybe. You forget the world thinks we are rivals.” “Not difficult,” Shane says immediately. “You want to come, you’re coming.” Or: Ilya's in Montreal alone during the week leading up to the Winter Classic. Shane doesn't let him spend Christmas alone.

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  18. Shane ended things with Rose, and then he finds himself in the same city as Ilya. He's not expecting to see him, but he does take a risk… then he bares his soul.

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  19. “You broke up with her,” Ilya says, arms loosening against his chest.

    “No, she, uh—” Shane ducks his head, avoiding Ilya’s eyes. “We slept together. And she kind of … she didn’t confront me, I guess. But she talked to me. Kind of hinted that she thought I might not be…”

    “Into girls?” Ilya finishes for him.

    “Something like that.”

    “You denied it?” 

    “No, I— I told her. About me. About—us,” Shane’s head snaps up, a hand lifted in Ilya’s direction. “Not about us, us. That I’d been sleeping with someone. Another player. I didn’t tell her about you.”

    OR: Shane comes out to Rose and runs toward the safest pair of arms he knows: Ilya’s. 

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  20. Shane has a panic attack before a big press conference after one of the Montreal metro's biggest losses since he’d been captain. Ilya decides to go find him and talks his boy down from a heart attack (basically, I saw Shane freaking out before the MLH Awards and decided, yeah, he has debilitating panic attacks)

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