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  1. Speak of the Devil by

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    2026-02-20

    “Rozanov, back up.”

    “Backing up,” Ilya said evenly, “But if he touches my husband again I will explore violence.”

    Shane exhaled, resigned. "You are sitting next to me for a reason.”

    “Yes,” Ilya agreed. “Leash.”

    @downbadinottawa
    There are FOSSILS less down than Rozanov. He is WHIPPED and PROUD of it.

    @montrealdefender
    we are getting destroyed by a guy who just publicly admitted his husband controls him. this is the worst timeline.

    When Ottawa faces Montreal again, Shane keeps it professional. Ilya absolutely does not.

    Featuring: one infamous Hollanov Wikipedia page and a professional athlete with a marriage kink.

    Translated into Chinese

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  2. “Am I too boring for you?” He doesn’t mean to ask. Doesn’t mean for those words to come out. They fall from his lips before he has a chance to stop them, and the second they’re out there he wants to take them back. He wants to swallow them down so they can’t hurt anyone but himself. Because Ilya…Ilya flinches. “What.”

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  3. Ilya knew he had fucked up the moment he'd said it. But he hadn't been able to help it.

    He had known earlier that day when he had double checked his refrigerator to make sure the Canada Dry ginger ale he had bought the day before hadn't sprouted wings and flown away. And he had known when he had researched easy recipes of things he could make that fit Hollander's strict performance diet earlier that week that they were playing a dangerous game.

    The two of them were Rozanov and Hollander, and that was all they could ever be. Ilya knew that. They were Hollander and Rozanov to the public, to the media, to their teammates, to their coaches, and they were supposed to be that to each other as well.

    But Ilya had called him Shane. And then Shane had left.

    Or:

    What if after the tuna melt scene when Shane runs, Ilya is the one who gets a public girlfriend. They say every action has an equal an opposite reaction... or in this case, maybe an overreaction.

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  4. “I’m bad at keeping my emotions bubbled. You’re good at being perfect. We’re good at being troubled.” - IFHY by Tyler, The Creator

     

    OR; Ilya is completely obsessed with Shane and stalks him.

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  5. Ilya accidentally stays the night.

    Hayden Pike manages to open a locked door and is now demanding answers.

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  6. Everybody on the ice stops as they wait for Shane to move. Nothing happens. Suddenly, Ilya is twelve years old again, standing over his mother, begging for her to wake up- to move, to do something.
    A small puddle of blood begins pooling under Shane’s head and all hell breaks loose.

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  7. The Wakagashira’s Vow by

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    2026-02-14

    Shane has never belonged to himself.

    Raised by the Yakuza to kill without hesitation, he knows only loyalty, discipline, and control. When a political wedding threatens to expose the cracks in the underworld, Shane is ordered to attend not as a groom, but as a warning.

    Ilya Rozanov is a rumor with teeth.

    A Bratva ghost, feared even among his own, he sees Shane not as an enemy, but as something far more dangerous. Something he wants.

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  8. One day, Shane will learn not to take the “you are scared.” bait from Ilya. Today is not that day. **** From Jane: I’m just saying it doesn’t sound real. Sounds like exaggerated porn stuff. From Lily: You don’t think I could make you cum with remote control vibrator in your ass. From Jane: Wearing one of those in public wouldn’t be a turn on, it would be too stressful. Can’t relax enough to get off if you’re worried about someone noticing or figuring it out or whatever. From Lily: Only one way to find out. From Jane: What, you’re gonna buy one of those things and have me wear it in public and try to make me cum? From Lily: Is okay. You are scared to try. From Jane: I’m not scared! From Lily: Prove it. It started out as a perfectly normal conversation. From Jane: You played a good game tonight. From Lily: Dumb boring text. Try again. From Jane: You would have scored at 4:26 in the third if you’d won the faceoff. You lost just under twenty four seconds chasing after the puck before getting it back, that gave the goalie time to adjust and prepare for you. From Lily: What the fuck. From Jane: Yeah, you should have just taken the original compliment. Ilya could practically see the dorky little smirk Shane would have on his stupid beautiful face after that last text, he knew Shane would be tickled fucking pink feeling like he’d gotten the last word in. No matter it was about the tamest of tame chirps, no matter that Shane showing off his IQ by analyzing Ilya’s play down to the second was really just proving that he watched Ilya play every time they weren’t playing against one another. Ilya knew Shane would be smirking maybe even grinning down at the phone feeling awfully proud of himself for getting so snarky and well, that was just unacceptable. From Lily: Here’s a different twenty four seconds for you to think about. The clip was right off of Ilya’s favorite porn site. Not that he spent much time looking at porn anymore, cos replaying the noises Shane made when they checked each other on the ice or closing his eyes and imagining Shane’s eyes closed with Ilya’s cock between his lips was more than enough to get Ilya up and finishing these days, but Ilya still had a favorite site and had a favorite few videos and the almost thirty second clip he’d saved on his phone a while back was exactly the perfect thing to disrupt Shane’s smug little bout of self satisfaction. It wasn’t anything overly explicit. It wasn’t even necessarily hot outside of the context of the whole video. Ilya sent it anyway, then added a cheeky ‘sound up’ reminder, and put his phone away to go take a shower. From Jane: Don’t send me amateur porn, that’s weird. It’s like engaging in someone’s kink without them knowing. From Jane: But I guess if they post it they consent to us watching it? Idk. Weird maybe. From Jane: Also, what is happening here? It’s a guy fully dressed in a suit in a crowded room. He’s hot, sure, but I don’t get it. From Jane: Wait, did he just cum? That’s an orgasm face. Did he just cum in public, why is he– From Jane: THE GUY FILMING HIM HAS A REMOTE FOR A VIBRATOR From Jane: DID THAT GUY JUST CUM FROM A VIBRATOR IN HIS ASS IN PUBLIC?! Ilya had a dozen different texts waiting for him when he got done with the shower and he grinned reading through them, watching Shane go from predictably huffy about the video to full on stunned by it. From Lily: Nice, right? From Jane: I mean. No. Cos I feel like it’s not real. From Lily: Not real? That is ugliest most brutal orgasm face ever, is definitely real. From Jane: Just seems like its exaggerated for porn or kink or whatever. It started out as a perfectly normal conversation, but it very quickly escalated the way things between them always tended to very quickly escalate. From Lily: What, you don’t think I could make you cum with remote control vibrator in your ass. From Jane: No. Definitely not. From Lily: ?? From Jane: Vibe pressure on prostate probably wouldn’t be enough to finish. From Lily: You never know until you try. From Jane: Plus wearing one of those in public wouldn’t be a turn on, it would be too stressful. Can’t relax enough to get off if you’re worried about someone noticing or figuring it out or whatever. From Jane: He was faking. Obviously. From Lily: Only one way to find out. From Jane: One way to find out what? Are you gonna buy one of those things and have me wear it in public and try to make me cum? From Lily: Is okay. You are scared to try. From Jane: I’m not scared! From Lily: Okay. Square up then. From Jane: Square up?! What does that mean?! From Lily: Prove it. Next week is fundraiser gala. You wear the vibrator, I’ll keep the remote.

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  9. “I want to eat you,” Ilya tells him.

    Shane laughs, loud and bright and carefree, and Ilya feels it blooming inside of his chest like a sunflower. It only makes the desire to consume him grow even stronger. Not in a crazy way (probably), but because he feels like he can never get enough of this man. His Shane. His husband. No amount of time, no amount of closeness, ever feels like it could be enough.

    He wants them both to be eternal, wants to live with their ribcages locked together and their hearts thumping against each other.

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  10. Between college, his night shift, and the other thing, Shane really doesn't have time to 'get to know' Ilya Rozanov. The man is clearly dangerous and obviously infuriating, and Shane totally does. Not. Have. Time.

    Ilya doesn't do attachments, and he never does favors. He shouldn't give in to the urge to take care of this idiot student who was so mean to him, and he really shouldn't become so invested in his well-being.

    The one where Ilya's the heir to a mafia syndicate, Shane really needs to get some sleep, and Hayden is not allowed to share his hats. There's passive-aggressive caretaking, more secrets than necessary, and bickering that can be heard through the walls.

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  11. forge by

    Heated Rivalry (TV)
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    2026-02-09

    Ilya smells like chamomile with something spicy underlying it, sweet and earthy and a little like some kind of home. Not overpowering and unbearable, like a lot of other Alphas. He hasn't heard anyone online talking about this, which makes something irrationally possessive inside him feel very sated. Mine.

    There’s a hand grabbing at his collar and pulling him back. “Who fucking taught you how to do that?”

    “Googled it,” Shane hears himself say smugly.

    In fear of his Beta status being a source of dissatisfaction in their not-quite-relationship, Shane is determined to find and execute the strategy of how to best keep an Alpha entertained.

    Ilya is beyond confused.

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  12. Shane decides to play Ilya’s game of being flirtatious, and it’s a failure… unless

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  13. “What are you wearing?” Ilya asks, his voice sounding strangled. Shane looks down, confused. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? I always–” “Why are you wearing your glasses?” Ilya interrupts, and Shane notices the tension in his entire body when he speaks. “I ran out of contacts,” Shane says. “So you are wearing glasses to practice?” “Yeah, it’s just one practice,” he says defensively, even though he’s done nothing wrong. “I’ll grab a pair of contacts from the eye doctor this afternoon." “Right,” Ilya says, his eyes laser-focused on Shane’s face as his lips set in a tight line. “Is that a problem?” Shane quips, and it comes off kind of bitchy, but he’s so confused as to why Ilya would have any issue with him wearing his glasses to one practice. He normally loves Shane in glasses. Ilya seems to shake himself out of whatever weird-ass mood he’d fall into. He smiles, but it looks strained. “Of course not. Let’s go.” ___ Or, Shane has to wear his glasses to practice and Ilya absolutely cannot deal with it.

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  14. Shane Hollander is tired of wanting someone he cannot have, and he’s dying as he waits for someone who will not stay. Someone who doesn’t want to stay, not when there are so many others waiting for him. Fun of another variety, Shane left a treat amongst many.

    It’s humiliating. It’s distracting. And it feels like shit.

    He wishes he could erase his feelings, move on as easily. In an effort to gain back control over the ‘situation’ that has become his romantic attraction to a notorious player, Shane attempts at imitating Ilya Rozanov’s methods until he perfects them and becomes as good as keeping it light and casual as his rival.

     

    Or Shane tries to Hoe Phase himself into a self discovery journey to choke and kill his feelings for Ilya Rozanov. Ilya is not the only who suffers from it, but he sure feels like he’s being choked and killed.

    ___
    Story ends after chapter 6 but I keep writing bonus because the hyper fixation doesn’t end.

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  15. “Does the Dominus enjoy serving a slave?” Ilya murmured. Shane looked up at him through dark lashes. His mouth was a hairsbreadth away from Ilya’s cock, and Ilya could see the exact moment the last of his composure burned out, shedding, the way a snake left its old skin behind, eyes bright and body underneath already new— —and instead of answering, Shane licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft, root to tip. The law calls Ilya a slave. The mob of Rome calls him their lion, their Gladiator. Senator’s son Shane calls him to his bed. Now Shane wants to call him free, but that means owning him first.

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  16. When you’re in love with someone as beautiful as Shane Hollander, you get used to being jealous.

    God, do you ever.

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  17. “You really wouldn’t mind if I had sex with someone else?” Ilya does mind. Hearing it said back to him, almost makes him flinch, a sudden and brittle sound right next to his ear that he fails to recoil from in time. But he swallows back the bitter truth and replies, “Of course not. If that is what you want.” He waits, sitting on his living room couch, phone pressed painfully against his ear, his other hand gripping his knees till his knuckles blanched. He could feel his own heart rattling behind his ribs, pulse rockingloudly. His mind was an echo of alarm, demanding of him: Why isn't Shane saying anything? It was the loudest silence he’s ever lived through, until Shane finally said, “Okay.” OR: inspired by the fight in TLG where Ilya tells Shane he can sleep with other men. But this time, Shane actually takes the offer.

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  18. Ilya suggests Shane can sleep with other people because he’s trying to be selfless. Shane storms out because he thinks Ilya is trying to get rid of him. They both spend the next several hours spiraling in different cities: Shane in a Montreal bar, Ilya in his own head.

    Shane tries to prove a point and almost throws up instead.
    Ilya drives to Montreal like he’s about to commit a felony.
    And Hayden Pike has to witness all of it.

    Or, two idiots in love speedrun an almost breakup and accidentally end up engaged.

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  19. The flight home seemed to take forever. So did the drive, even as he broke every speed limit. His hand was shaking when he tried to get the key in the door. Once, twice, he missed. Then it was flung open. Shane was standing there. He was dressed only in the smallest pair of briefs, the black fabric stretched over the curve of his muscular thighs and ass. A fine sheen of sweat covered his skin and his chest was heaving with shallow, panting breaths. His eyes were hazy and dark. He smelled like sweat and sweetness and Shane. Like everything Ilya had ever wanted since he was just a boy of seventeen. Or: Shane's suppressants are failing.

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  20. “Fuck.” Shane melted into the strong hand at his neck, the pressure over his throat and the heat of the Alpha’s palm. “Fuck, that’s–” his eyes started to flutter closed, his knees going weak, but he heard the Alpha huff a laugh and immediately stiffened again. “Don’t do that.” he warned. “Don’t laugh like me letting you put your hand on my throat is predictable submissive Omega behavior and you're making fun of me." “That is not why i was laughing.” Ilya squeezed Shane’s throat lightly, his thumb pressing over the suppressant patch covering the Omega's bonding spot and blocking his sweet scent. “I thought you would fight it, fight submitting. But you didn’t.” “No I–” Shane swallowed hard. “I like it.” “Good.” Ilya smiled slow and a little dangerous, running his tongue over his bottom lip and then over the sharp ends of his fangs before he leaned in and growled into the Omega’s ear. “Now get on your knees.”

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