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  1. It’s his Person.

    Missed you missed you missed you, he tries to convey with no mouth and no voice and all his heart. He’s reborn the way he died; the name of his Person nestled safe against his tongue.

    “Ilya,” Shane gasps, and his heart beats again.

    Shane Hollander dies the second Ilya Rozanov’s plane goes down. It just takes a while for his body to catch up.

    Thankfully, death isn't permanent — for either of them. Their tangled souls have been given a second chance at life, and they’re going to act like it. Which means never separating again. Ever.

    After all, death can’t part them. Why should hockey?
     

    (Shane's POV of BOGO, can be read as a standalone.)

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    The wolf beneath Shane's skin is not some committed leader, intent on controlling others. Yes, his designation fits well with his need to protect those he loves. To protect innocents. But, his alpha status is not the same caliber as Ilya Rozanov's.

            In this moment, it's both good and bad news. If Ilya manages to do what his brother has tasked him with, Shane won't suffer too much in changing designations. The pride in him is attached to his accomplishments, not whether or not he can pop a knot. But on the other hand, his flexibility practically guarantees that, with enough time and effort, Ilya will succeed. They will end up permanently mated. All because Shane couldn't sleuth stealthily enough.

    Or, Agent Shane Hollander gets caught, cover blown. It's up to Ilya, their confidential informant, to save him. But will the price be worth it?

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  3. This is fine. by

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    2026-06-11

    On a Thursday, a video of Canadian star hockey player Shane Hollander goes viral on the internet. The video was taken on the previous Sunday, and it’s not what anybody expects. It’s not a sex tape, or a drunken fight in a bar, or any of the other videos that have been captured of others in the league, but instead, it seems to be a sneakily filmed video of Hollander confronting his former teammates.

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  4. According to the Tags by

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    2026-06-02

    Shane had stumbled onto this corner of Archive of Our Own entirely by accident—or at least, that’s the lie he was going to tell his agent, his teammates, and God until his dying day.

    —or—

    When Dallas Kent creates a massive PR disaster, rivals Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov are handed a corporate ultimatum: fake date each other for the cameras, or sit out a season-long suspension. Now trapped in this shitty situation, they have to map out a public "romance strategy," they have a strict no-touching rule behind closed doors. Too bad Shane is currently treating AO3 tags like a hockey drill, and Ilya is losing his mind.

    ( There are interactive elements within the story! Look out for messages between characters and frames containing information. Just tap or hover on them to see the text messages! and other things just like my other story)

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  5. So what is the plan now, Mr. Spreadsheet?

    “Honestly I was kind of hoping your consciousness would just click back into your body once I touched you.” Shane scratches the back of his head.

    You treat me like slap bracelet, Ilya complains.

    After a bad hit knocks Ilya’s consciousness out of his body — literally — Shane finds himself sheltering the soul of his decade-long situationship in the back of his head. Turns out it’s a lot harder to keep secrets when you share a body.

    (They definitely still try, though.)

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  6. “It won’t stop,” Shane said to the floor. His hands slid down and grabbed at his crotch, rubbing frantically over his boxers. “I can’t make it stop.”

    They were still in the fucking hallway, and yes, it was six in the morning, but it was not private. Anyone could walk in, from their own apartments or the elevator. And Shane wasn’t exactly being quiet, gasping and groaning as he massaged himself. Viagra didn’t do this. It didn’t make you lose all sense of space, of boundaries, of… yourself.

    This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t natural.

    ***

    The morning after Ilya watches Shane and Rose together at the club, he gets a call from Shane. Something is wrong, and Shane says Ilya is the only one who can fix it. Ilya knows it's a bad idea, but that's never stopped him before.

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  7. Stuck and fucked by

    Heated Rivalry (TV)
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    2026-03-27

    “Shane, why are you still under there?” “I’m stuck,” Shane said, committing fully now. The room fell silent for a beat and it was long enough that Shane almost pulled himself out right then and there out of sheer embarrassment. “You are stuck,” Ilya echoed. “Yes.” “Like last week.” Shane squeezed his eyes shut embarrassed about the whole situation. “I was not–” he started, then stopped himself. “That was different.” “You were under the coffee table,” Ilya said, stepping closer. “And also stuck.” —— Or the one where Shane wants to get stuck and fucked

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  8. After Ilya's plane crashes in the ocean, no one knows if the hockey star is alive or dead. Shane sets out to find him and reconcile their relationship.

    ***COMPLETE!***

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  9. Shane blinked at Rose. "What," he asked, voice flattening. His fingers twitched against his glass, condensation dripping onto the tablecloth. The words didn't compute. A relationship dynamic sounded like something from a psychology textbook, not whatever chaotic, magnetic pull existed between him and Ilya. "What dynamic? Nothing like that is going on."

    Rose’s fingers froze against her glass. She studied Shane’s face. Watching the furrow between his brows, the way his jaw tensed like he was bracing for impact. He genuinely didn’t know. The realization hit her then. “Shane,” she said slowly, “you seriously don’t see it?”

    or

    Shane realizes that he and Ilya are in a very under negotiated D/s relationship

    Google doc of fic chapter 5 starts on page 72!

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  10. Shane steps closer, standing between Ilya’s legs. “I guess that explains it, hm? You don’t have to be confident or good when you’re packing that, do you? You just let people use your big,” Shane accentuates the word by leaning down and touching Ilya’s cock for the first time, only it’s not a caress or a stroke, it’s a rude poke that makes Ilya’s cock jerk in the air, “cock, however they want to? Is that it? Just a thick, fat cock for people to ride when you get too fucking stupid to do anything else?”

    ---

    Uni AU, loser, stoner frat bro Ilya, pining after popular, jock Shane

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  11. “I have a secret,” Ilya whispers. 

    Half-awake, Shane blinks at him sleepily. “What is it?” 

    “I cannot say.” Ilya’s eyes flicker between Shane’s. “But this secret, it is why things are complicated. It is why I didn’t go to Russia when my father died.” 

    OR: a rewrite of Heated Rivalry, with a twist.

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  12. “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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  13. alternate universe where it’s ‘i’m coming to the cottage’ but make it feral werewolf shifter Ilya trying to court an oblivious Shane.

    or

    Shane trying to enjoy a relaxing time at the cottage only to discover a hot naked man in his living room, instead of the wolf he had previously put there.

     

    now translated in russian here!

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  14. "Hi, I'm Matt," the man said. His gaze swept over the table, and when he met Shane's eyes, he winked. "Great to meet all of you. I'm a big hockey fan."

    Shane flushed bright red. Because he recognized that voice, and he remembered that name, but there were billions of people in the world, and Shane had never considered the possibility that his old vacation hook-up would make a reappearance.

    "You're a fan?"

    —

    In which Shane and Ilya (and a few friends) run into Mexico top (iykyk) at the Kingfisher.

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  15. Ilya Rozanov sucked cock the way he played hockey. Fast and dirty, absolutely ruthless, and most infuriatingly — really fucking good. ——— An angsty blowjob where Ilya and Shane both want the same things.

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  16. Shane Hollander knew three things for certain: He looked great in tailored suits, deadlines were negotiable if you were charming enough and Ilya Rozanov had never looked at him the way Shane wanted. But that was about to change. or, the office siren Shane x hot boss Ilya fic, in which Shane makes it his mission to get under his hot boss' skin by obnoxiously flirting with him and maybe -just maybe- it's working

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  17. “What are you doing?” Hollander asks, even though he is well aware that he has caused an avalanche. “I'm going to show you what can happen to boys like you when they forget their underwear.” OR: Shane comes home drunk and says he was at a bar with a man who repeatedly hit on him. Ilya resorts to drastic measures. It is a late December evening. It is already completely dark outside, and the snow-covered road leading to the cottage seems to disappear into the darkness, unlit by any of the motion- activated lamps. The temperature outside has dropped by a good dozen degrees compared to what it felt like in the morning, and Ilya feel that his home is not any warmer. He is terribly cold, his numb hands are shaking uncontrollably, and his legs, wrapped in a blanket, seem to be shaking as he nervously looks out the window. For a Russian, he does not tolerate the Canadian winter very well and has already fallen ill in the second week, which has ruled him out of training and matches until he finishes his course of antibiotics. This is hopeless, because he feels fine, is not contagious, has not had a fever for several days, and yet he will have to stay at home for another four days. He tried to calm his nerves in various ways: he prepared lunch boxes for Shane, watched a replay of the match, played a silly game about hockey, on the cover of which he once accidentally found himself, tried to finish reading a book, but it didn't help. He was still distracted and, above all, terrified. It's almost midnight, Shane finished playing the home game, which he lost about four hours ago, but he still hasn't come back. Ilya had sent several threatening text messages and even more messages saying, where the fuck are you, hollander, finally ending with a desperate sweetheart, im worried, and had called dozens of times, but Shane still wasn't answering. Ilya wasn't the type of boyfriend to panic and call as soon as his beloved was late. He probably wouldn't have considered the delay to be anything terrible, had it not been for the events of the past: that nightmarish night when he found his mother, that one terrible match during which he stood paralysed on the ice, watching as the semi-conscious Hollander was carried away on a stretcher. In addition, Shane was never the party type who would go to a bar after a match, whether they won or lost. He only celebrated big wins, usually for an hour or two, sipping ginger ale, already planning his escape to his quiet home in the back of his mind. Ilya tries to rationalise that there was no accident during the match and that the situation with Irina Rozanov is not something that could happen again with Shane. At least, that is what he hopes. Despite everything, the fear remains, and that voice is louder than the rational part of Rozanov's mind. He could have had a car accident on the ice- and snow-covered streets. The man is about to call Yuna, or even the police, when the door opens and a flushed, laughing Shane bursts through the door. His cheeks are red from the cold, and his eyes are shining with joy, and although the weight lifts from Ilya's heart, he immediately notices that Shane is drunk as a skunk. "Ilyaaaa!" he shouts from the doorway, throwing himself into his arms. "I missed you!" The man returns the hug and all the fervent kisses that Shane begins to shower him with after a moment, but he knows that in the situation they find themselves in, he has to talk to the man. "You've been drinking." Ilya states rather than asks, looking at his red cheeks and glassy eyes, his distracted smile and exposed neck. "It's fucking December, where's your scarf?" Shane's enthusiasm wanes a little when he sees Ilya's reaction. "Are you angry?" he asks, lowering his head like a scolded child. "I'm angry that you didn't text me to say you'd be late. I was worried," he says, letting Shane hug him again, while trying to warm his numb hands and shoulders. "I swear, I was only at the bar with Wilson for a moment, I didn't drink much, you didn't need to worry," Shane assures him, as if alcohol was the cause of Ilya's concern. And although Rozanov had been more worried than angry until now, the name hit him like a slap in the face. The man had repeatedly tried to flirt with Shane, indiscreetly suggesting a meeting at his place, ignoring Ilya's existence, and once brazenly tried to kiss Shane in Ilya's presence, so, well, the man had a right to feel jealous. "With who, excuse me?" Ilya asks angrily. "With Wilson, you know, the hockey player from..." "I know who Wilson is. Did it ever occur to you for a single fucking second that he was trying to get you drunk in the hope that you would become easy?" Shane is still standing between the hallway and the sofa, his eyes wide open, now bewildered by the man's anger. He can't remember the last time, if ever, Ilya was so jealous and angry during their relationship.

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  18. A place for my half-baked Hollanov NSFW. It was inevitable folks. This is NSFW fanart.

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  19. At the base of Shane Hollander’s throat is a dark red hickey. It’s fresh, no more than a day or two old, stark and striking against his otherwise unblemished skin. Ilya feels possessed. -- Shane shows up to the Montreal vs Boston game in ep4 with a hickey. Ilya takes it about as well as you'd expect. (In which they're definitely hatefucking because they definitely hate each other and definitely don't feel anything else towards each other. Don't worry. Nothing to see here. Especially not any tenderness or love. Nope.)

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  20. “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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