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  1. A snowstorm strands the Boston Bears in Montreal with not enough hotel rooms and nowhere to go in their rival’s city.
    On a reckless impulse, Ilya volunteers to stay with Shane Hollander.
    His teammates think it’s a joke.
    Shane plays along.
    No one knows they were in the same bed just hours ago.

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  2. The ritual is simple: morning skate, home for a protein shake, then Shane strips to his briefs, lies in bed, and starts scrolling.

    Or, a Grindr AU

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  3. But then Wyatt is moving closer, and Ilya finds himself pulling faces at the camera, checking with a sideward glance that Shane is still focused on his breathing. Ilya sticks his tongue out at Hazy who struggles to hold back a laugh. “Ilya.” Opposite him, Shane hasn’t moved, palms open on his thighs, one strand of hair falling into his forehead, but Ilya still feels like a school boy who got caught by the strict teacher. “Is Hazy’s fault. He distracted me,” Ilya protests, which earns him a look, just one of Shane’s eyes opening, before he relaxes once more. Or: Ilya has an online show trying out different sports with professional coaches. When his most recent filming partner cancels, he asks Shane to teach him about yoga instead.

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  4. Shane Hollander doesn’t do cheat days. Not with his training. Not with his diet. Not with his life. Then a ridiculously attractive Russian-Italian chef in Milano force-feeds him the best ravioli he’s ever had and calls him a good boy and things spiral from there. Between Olympic pressure, impossible expectations, and a connection neither of them is ready to name, Shane finds himself unraveling in ways he doesn’t understand.

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  5. What if Ilya has a panic attack in the locker room after getting the news of his father's death after the Winter 2017 Montreal @ Boston game and no one can figure out what is going on? What if, while scrambling for answers, Cliff Marleau has the brilliant idea to call Jane?

    Or,

    What if Shane and Ilya's deeper emotional connection begins just before Ilya leaves for his father's funeral in Russia instead of on a phone call while they are separated by oceans?

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  6. What better way to introduced new MLH rookies to the fans than getting them all over social media, talking about themselves, answering questions, participating in silly challenges..?
    Who better to sit against each other in a compliment battle than the first two draft picks?

    OR

    Before the CCM shoot, Shane and Ilya sit down with the MLH social media team to shower each other in compliments.

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  7. Shane opened an incognito tab on Safari. The cursor blinked at him as he thought of how to look something like this up. He can’t just type, ‘I want my husband to force me to drink so he can fuck me while I’m passed out’, because that might put him on a list. So instead, he hesitantly typed ‘I want my husband to fuck me while I’m drunk’, and waited with wide eyes as the search results popped up before him. The first few links were kink websites, talking about consensual non consensual, but still not exactly what he was looking for. He scrolled, his thumb warm on the LED screen until he saw a Reddit post detailing his exact fantasy. The subreddit was r/BDSMcommunity and the post is what intrigued him. user29499594: ‘I want my boyfriend to fuck me while I'm blackout drunk. Is that weird?’ or Shane wants Ilya to be a handsome, coercive stranger who cant take no for an answer. (with lots of forced intoxication)

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  8. And Kyle could lean forward right now, take Eric’s chin in his hand, kiss him slow and messy before ordering him to do…anything Kyle wanted him to. But there was something lazy and warm curled in Kyle’s belly, and right now the image of a strong, kind, older man leaning over him was doing all kinds of things to his blood, and Kyle didn’t feel the need to be in control of what happened next.

    He just needed Eric to make it happen.

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  9. “The thing is,” Ilya says, conversationally, as if he doesn't have fucking Shane Hollander grinding into his touch, as if he doesn't have a hand on his—Luca's sure of it—perfect fucking cock, “you have not been subtle, Haasy.”

    It takes Luca a moment to understand just what the hell Ilya's talking about, before he moans, low in his throat, humiliation sweeping across his body. It's not that he thought he had been actually subtle, but he hadn't expected this, of all places, to be where they confronted him. Not with Ilya's hand worming its way into Shane's pants, the soft blue of his briefs a flash color amongst the pale glow of his skin and the dark drape of his clothes.

    OR: The Cens have won the Stanley Cup. Luca's been voted Hollanov's MVP.

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  10. Ilya eats a peach. Shane is not at all jealous.

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  11. Shane has always hated Ilya. Always. From the first time he saw him leaning against a car like he owned the street, talking too loud, smiling too easily….and Ilya just knows how to tick him off— like it’s second nature, like he can tell exactly what gets under Shane’s skin and leans into it every single time.

    It doesn’t matter where they are, or what’s going on, Ilya finds a way to make it about him and Shane ends up pissed off before he even says a word.

    Shane huffed as his phone lit up with vibration. He grabbed the phone off the charger. The screen lit up again, he glanced down at an unfamiliar number.

    Unknown: don’t ask how I got you number but I’m bored come race me if you’re not too scared to get beat again Hollander 😉

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  12. Jane and Lily caught by

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    2026-03-17

    It's all Marly's fault.

    He just had to mention 'Jane from Montreal' during an interview. And then JJ went and tweeted about 'Boston Lily'.

    And sure, Shane and Ilya are out and married now, but there are some things they had managed to keep private, their burner twitter accounts for one. But with the names Jane and Lily out there and their apparent 'very recognizable talking patterns' it took the internet 0.5 seconds to find them. And now Shane and Ilya have to deal with their friends publicly reacting to things they thought would forever remain anonymous.

    Surprising everyone, Ilya is the one suffering the most.

    Or.

    The Admirals, Metros and Raiders react to Hollanov burner accounts tweets.

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  13. Set after my previous fic "The Whole Time", can be read as a stand-alone but it will make more sense if you read that one first. Both are also set post The Long Game.

    It's Ilya's turn for his own Wired Autocomplete Interview and, unlike Shane, he refuses to run his mouth... or that was the plan at least... whether he's successful or not, that's up for debate.

    Including, once more: lots of teasing, lame jokes, cursing, viral tweets, trending hashtags and one exasperated Shane Hollander.

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  14. Ilya convinces Shane to go to the club with him. While wearing a plug. This goes about how you’d expect.

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  15. Ilya grins, a slow, filthy unraveling of lust spilling across his face. “Moya shlyukha, I would not be able to keep my hands off of you,” he rasps, palming his dick, grinning at the faint squelch, the wet drag of his fingers. Shane bucks into his hand, his jaw dropping open, slack with need. Ilya's whole heart aches as he watches his husband sink into pleasure, hitching whimpers escaping from his throat. “You would be the star of the room, no? Every eye would be on you, thorns in their heart for all they cannot have.”

    “You do,” Shane reminds him, as if it's needed, as if Ilya cannot feel it in each clench of his thighs, each wandering drag of his fingers, in the way his hips roll across Ilya's, involuntary, strangled whines rising from his mouth. “You always have.”

    OR: Sometimes, simply being married to Shane isn't enough. Sometimes, Ilya wants him in ways he can't explain; caught and collared and safe beneath his hand.

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  16. Ilya slithers a hand to the hollow of Shane’s throat, resting it there. “Everything?” he repeats. “Yes, sir.” or Shane and Ilya’s little date by a pool table turns into a heated collision of desire and control.

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  17. “Fuck, that’s good. You feel so good,” Shane moans above him.

    He pulls him down again, and this time he holds him there, his hands firm on Ilya’s head. Instinctively, Ilya fights it, his throat spasming around the intrusion, and he tries to pull off, but Shane holds him there.

    “Ah, ah. No. That’s not how you say it’s too much. You tap my leg, remember?”

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    Immediate sequel to 'I Keep Telling Myself, I'm not the Desperate Type'
    Stoner frat boy Ilya x cool, jock Shane

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  18. “What is the price you are willing to pay to be free?”

    After a failed raid, Captain Ilya Rozanov refuses to return empty-handed. He settles for a far more promising treasure: Shane Hollander, crown prince and the Queen’s only son. Taken aboard as ransom, Shane is meant to be nothing more than leverage in the negotiation between crown and pirates.

    However, the lines between Shane being a captive of the captain and something else entirely soon begin to blur. The closer the exchange comes, the harder it becomes for them to resist the pull between them. The noose around their necks gradually tightens, and soon they must navigate between love, the longing for freedom, and duty.

    ⊹₊⟡⋆
    A Hollanov slow burn Pirate AU

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  19. 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?”

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

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  20. 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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