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  1. Shane and Ilya take a trip down memory lane, as told through the joys of filling out legal documentation.

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  2. Ilya begs Shane to show him one of his favourite movies from childhood. It doesn’t take him long to realize why his husband likes it so much. Or, When Ilya asks Shane to show him one of his favourite movies, the two of them watch The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. Teasing, and blow jobs, ensue.

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  3. He should probably double check where his parents and Bree are set up to watch the fireworks. They were in charge of finding a spot; he and Ilya were rounding up snacks and drinks. AKA Hollanov and family visit Disney World.

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  4. Shane is minding his business in the kitchen making his smoothie when he starts hearing country music coming from their room upstairs. Eventually Ilya's deep voice could be heard singing along to the chorus as he walks down the stairs to where he's standing. That's when the lyrics register. Credit to Chappell Roan for the lyrics of the song "The Giver" and the inspiration for this story.

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  5. Shane reflects on his feelings about hockey after a fight with his and Ilya's teenage daughter.

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  6. “I sent you the trip itinerary!” And he had. It was just so detailed that Ilya had glazed over after reading through the first day of vacation on the list.

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  7. Ilya doesn't remember the moment his head hit the pavement or the sound of screeching brakes. He's forgotten he ever left Russia, and the names Yuna Hollander and Shane mean nothing to him, though these people clearly know him pretty well.

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  8. “Shane, I never thought I could have life like this. I never thought I could be so happy.” After all their struggles, Ilya gets the perfect life he’s always wanted 🏒🩶🏒 Fluffy, domestic, slice of life fic set in the not too distant future. In response to an adorable tweet linked in the fic

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  9. “I… don’t know how to say this,” Shane starts, slow, like he’s speaking to a wounded animal. “Honestly, I’m not sure how she found us, really. Maybe you should sit down, baby.” But Ilya doesn’t get a second to sit down, because the door behind Shane is opening, and Ilya is turning around, and— “Zdravstvuyte,” says the girl. “Uncle Ilya?” Sometime in the future, Ilya & Shane have a visitor.

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  10. It’s a softball game for five and six year olds, they should probably keep the four letter words to a minimum.

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  11. It was almost dawn by the time Shane and Ilya got home from the Centaurs' post-win party.

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  12. Ilya is officially, officially an Ottawa WAG! Ilya retires from the Centaurs and he and Shane have a child! Ilya learns what the partners of his teammates have been up to all these years while Shane is still playing for Ottawa.

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  13. Moscow Calling by

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    2026-01-03

    “Hello. Ilya Rozanov here. Be fast, or I will drop call.” “Dyadya Ilya? It is you, isn’t it?” a scratchy, nasal voice said. She had the tiniest sliver of an accent, one Ilia wouldn’t have noticed, had it not mirrored his own, that he had spent a good decade trying to eradicate. --------------- Ilya had long since given up any hope of having a connection to his family back home in russia. His new family in canada, his marriage to Shane is enough. So he doesn't quite know what to feel when hope comes calling (in the form of his little niece, who is not quite so little anymore)

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  14. Shane doesn’t like social media. For one, he’s so used to shoving his private life so deep in the closet that it can’t see the light of day, but also, he’s a naturally private person, and the thought of letting people see any part of what keeps him stable and going–it scares him. So mostly, his social media accounts are run by his mom and his social media team, mostly ads and sponsorships and sharing Metros posts and information from the Irina Foundation. Every once in a blue moon, it’s something truly him, the cottage or him and Hayden and JJ, a yoga mat (a tuna melt, a coke, a loon at the cottage). And then, just like that (and one ill-timed Fanmail video), his carefully curated private world implodes, and while picking up the pieces, he decides he’s done. He has this amazing life, this amazing boyfriend (fiancé!), and he wants the world to know at least a piece of it because he and Ilya deserve to finally be openly in love.

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  15. Ilya would tear the world apart, if it came to it, if Shane asked it of him. He’d lay down at Shane’s feet and rip his own heart out to give it to Shane, trust him to treat it tenderly. If the gods exist, that Shane is Ilya's is probably proof of it

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  16. Ilya and Shane reflect on the past. OR: Time didn’t quite heal old wounds. Spoilers for The Long Game specifically. But also random spoilers for other books too, probably. I don’t know I read them all at the same time and now my brain can barely differentiate what happened when.

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  17. Ilya and Shane celebrate a significant anniversary.

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  18. "I have been thinking." Shane lifts his head off the pillow only as much as necessary to turn his face toward Ilya. Ilya continues to trace nonsensical lines and shapes on Shane's bare back, leaving a trail of tingles in his wake. "Hmm?" "I have been thinking. I think I will retire at end of season." Shane and Ilya are turning 40. Things are changing. Shane's not handling it well.

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  19. Oh, god. It was almost time. They were going to be parents soon. OR The future-fic where they become fathers — nay, daddies.

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  20. On christmas morning, Ilya finds himself awake before everyone else, restless under the weight of the holiday. As the day unfolds with Shane, their daughter, and a family built from choice rather than blood, christmas stops feeling like something borrowed, and starts to feel like his. Ilya had been awake since five in the morning, that wasn't anything unusual for him but in the past it had been for training or because of Shane's insane workout routine— and most recently, their daughter screaming at all hours of the morning. This morning he wasn't awake because their daughter had woken him up— miraculously, she was still asleep in her room, curled around the stuffed bear Yuna had given her last week, but because Ilya couldn’t stop thinking. Like his brain wouldn't shut off, and of course it was about something specific. Christmas. The word still felt strange on his tongue, like a borrowed thing he hadn’t quite earned yet despite all the holidays he'd spent with the Hollander family over the many years he and Shane had been together. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling, one arm thrown over his husbands side of the bed, listening to the steady sound of his breathing. Outside, the sky was still dark, snow falling heavily. Everything felt quiet in a way that made his chest ache. Ilya slipped out of bed carefully, like he was sneaking away from something that couldn't be, or shouldn't be disturbed. He pulled on a hoodie and padded down the hall, pausing outside their daughter’s room. He cracked the door open just enough to look inside. She was sprawled across her bed, dark curls sticking up in every direction, one sock kicked off in her sleep. Her nose crinkled as she breathed in and out. There were already too many toys in there with her. Ilya knew that. Shane had told him that many times. He had said, “she’s one, Ilya. She doesn’t need seventeen stuffed animals.” Ilya had nodded, agreeing with him, and then ordered five more. He closed the door softly, leaving her to sleep and went to the living room, where the christmas tree glowed faintly in the early morning light. The presents underneath it were.. excessive. Even by his standards. He crouched down and adjusted one of the bows, frowning at himself as he remembered dinner the previous night, he'd been fretting over the wrapping and Shane had told him it didn't matter. She wouldn't remember her very first christmas anyway. But it did matter. All of it mattered. Back in Russia, he of course did not celebrate christmas in the same way. No lights. No tree. No stupid matching pajamas that David made them wear. New Year’s Eve had been the big thing, and even that had been.. quiet. Heavy. Something to get through because the person who made it special in the first place was no longer with them, and Ilya was not allowed to talk about that. This was different, though. This was theirs. A day that he got to spend with the family he created, and loved more than anything. Shane shuffled in a few moments later, hair sticking up much like their daughters, eyes fighting to stay open, wrapped in one of Ilya’s hoodies. “You’re up early.” Shane whispered through a yawn, voice thick with sleep. Ilya startled, then relaxed. “Could not sleep.” Shane leaned against him, arms slipping around his waist, forehead pressed between Ilya’s shoulder blades. “You’re vibrating.” “Vibrating?" He repeated, his brows furrowing. “Mhm.” Shane whispered against his skin. “You’ve been restless since, like, December first.” Ilya turned, pulling Shane against his chest. “I just want it to be good.” Shane looked up at him then, really looked, his expression softening. “It will be.” “I want it to be perfect.” Shane didn’t hesitate to comfort his husband this time. Nodding against his chest. “Yeah. Me too.” Their daughter woke up an hour later, announcing it by babbling at the top of her little lungs. Shane laughed as Ilya bolted upright, nearly tripping over the dog toys scattered around the floor in his rush to get to her room first. She was wide awake, big brown eyes staring up at him, a big smile on her face as Ilya scooped her up into his arms. “Good morning, solnyshko.” he grinned, pressing a kiss to her messy head of dark curls. She crinkled her nose, reminding him of someone else he loved more than anything in the world. Shane leaned in the doorway, watching them with a smile that made Ilya feel almost naked. Like his husband could really see him, something that no one else had ever been able to do and even after all these years, it still made him a little nervous. Uncomfortable, maybe? "You ready?” He asked. Ilya swallowed, nodding. “Da.” They sat on the floor together in front of the christmas tree, their daughter between them, having more fun with the paper than the gifts that were inside, shrieking with delight every time they helped her rip it. Ilya watched her intently, like he was afraid she might disappear if he blinked for too long. “You went overboard.” Shane murmured under his breath, fond, as she opened her fourth present in a row. Ilya could tell he didn't mean it. He was just as happy sat watching her as he

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