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  1. Shane comes home tired and in need of some serious care from his husband. Ilya is more than happy to give him what he needs. Just a very fluffy oneshot of them being soft and happy. Light smut and even lighter angst. There were many things about Shane that Ilya loved more than the air he breathed. He loved the way Shane’s freckles glowed when he blushed, and god did Ilya love making Shane blush. He loved the way Shane’s walnut colored eyes glossed over when Ilya took charge, whether they were in the bedroom or simply when Shane needed the release of giving himself up to his husband. Ilya loved when Shane’s head lay on his chest and he could smell the clean scent of Shane’s shampoo, his ink hair lightly tickling Ilya’s cheek. He would run his hands through it, scrape his nails down Shane’s nape and feel him completely and utterly melt into him. There were too many things Ilya loved about Shane to name, but there was one thing that his husband did that made Ilya feel like he would lose his mind. Now, Ilya knew Shane would never approve of him saying that he had an oral fixation, but Ilya didn’t really know what else to call it. Shane just liked having things in his mouth… all the time. Ever since Ilya had known Shane, his husband always seemed to have something in his mouth, or at least seemed to relax when he had things in his mouth. Whether it was a hoodie string, a straw, the collar of his t-shirt, his knuckle, or even his bottom lip. Shane just was always sucking or biting something. Ilya didn’t really think much of it at first. Well that wasn’t totally true, Ilya always thought it was hot when Shane had something in his mouth, especially when they were younger. It was hard to sit there and watch Shane chew and suck on a hoodie string when it could’ve been Ilya’s dick instead. And lord did Ilya love when Shane sucked his dick. Ever since their first time together, when Shane was inexperienced and desperate, he was so good. Shane was always so good, especially for Ilya. It was satisfying when Shane would simply drop to his knees without being asked, his hands burning against the backs of Ilya’s thighs as he took Ilya’s cock in his mouth like it was second nature, like he belonged there. He certainly acted like it. Ilya never realized how much Shane sucking him off was for Shane as much as it was for him. Ilya never really thought about it back then, he was selfish and took Shane for granted and Ilya regretted it with his whole soul. But as they grew and their relationship grew and they stopped being stupid about their feelings, Ilya started to truly notice all of Shane’s little mannerisms. Ilya saw how much Shane loved to be good. He loved praise, he loved reassurance, and he loved being told he did a good job. When Ilya took control, Shane was allowed to simply be Shane. He wasn’t Shane Hollander the hockey player, he was Ilya’s Shane. So when Shane came home from his game, sweaty and tired, his bag hitting their wooden floors with a thump, Ilya knew, even before he saw his husband, what he needed. Ilya had seen the game, and had seen how hard Shane pushed himself for them to win. Ilya knew that even though they won, Shane would need him. “Shane?” Ilya called from the living room, muting the tv and casually walking over to the front door where his husband was leaning against the wall as he toed off his shoes. Shane was wearing a simple white shirt and athletic sweats, his eyes droopy and tired and his hair sticking up in wild places. “Hey,” Shane greeted, exhaustion dripping into his voice as he pulled himself to stand upright, wobbling a little as he did so. Ilya went to his side, a hand resting heavy and comforting on the back of Shane’s neck. He brought Shane into his chest, his husband’s cheek pressed flush against his bare flesh. “You played so hard tonight,” Ilya murmured into Shane’s hair and he felt Shane’s body go limp into his own. He was already braced for it and easily took his husband’s weight. “You made everyone so proud, made me so proud. You deserve rest, lyubimyy,” he stroked a hand through Shane’s hair and kissed the top of his head. Shane’s arms came up limp and heavy to wrap around Ilya’s waist, his hands splayed across Ilya’s strong back. “How do you always seem to know what I need?” Shane mumbled, into Ilya’s pectoral, his lips warm and soft on Ilya’s skin.

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  2. “Will this one do?” Ilya asks. The hand on his back shifts down to grip his hipbone. “Huh?” Shane turns in confusion, but Ilya is already steering him towards the dance floor. "To dance," says Ilya. -- or, five times they danced to something other than their wedding song (and one time they didn't dance at all).

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  3. In which Shane and Ilya retire and adopt a little girl from Russia Angst/fluff/domestic bliss/cute family bits

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  4. “Hollander,” he says flatly. “Pay attention.” Ilya starts to turn around, and Shane finally catches sight of the number on the sleeve. Oh. By the time Ilya has fully rotated, Shane isn’t surprised to see that Rozanov is not the name across his shoulders. It’s Hollander. - or, Ilya wears Shane's jersey

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  5. 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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  6. Hayden hated the guy. Hated him. Hated his stupid, smug smirk and the myriad of insults he threw Hayden’s way and the way he made fun of Shane like it was a funny game then looked him up and down like a piece of meat and his reputation of sleeping with everything that fucking moved and the memories of being slammed into the boards by him and quite literally everything about this Russian dickhead. And he hated that he was now going to have to do everything in his power to learn how to tolerate Rozanov because Shane was inexplicably and hopelessly in love with him, and Shane was his brother in every fucking thing but blood, and Hayden was not going to keep being responsible for that sad puppy look on his face every time he realized how poorly they got along. So far, Hayden sucked at it. Big time. --- It bothers Shane that Hayden and Ilya don't get along, so Hayden is putting in the effort to try and see these redeeming qualities Shane claims the guy has. Over the years it becomes easier and easier, until one day, he realizes he doesn't have to actually try anymore. or, 5 times Hayden realized he was starting to tolerate Ilya + 1 time they acknowledged they were actually friends now

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  7. where is my husband! by

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    Four times people assume Shane is lying about his husband. And one time they’re proven wrong.

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  8. In a world where Shane was encouraged to do high school theatre because he was socially awkward. The consequences of this live on the internet forever.

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  9. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Rozy.” That was a lie; he knew perfectly well what was wrong with him, he just wouldn’t admit it to himself. “I thought therapy would help, and I also thought winning the cup would help, but I guess we’re both just too fucked in the head for that.” Ilya laughs softly, nodding. or Shane Hollander studied through conversations, interactions, and therapy. or Shane accidentally gets diagnosed with autism

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  10. Ilya pushed the blanket off and tried to pull his gown up to look at his stomach. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, in case he'd forget. “Why am I here again? Are you single? Hey, did they take my- my- intestines, how do you call-“ “Ilya,” said the man, taking Ilya’s wrists gently but with a strong grip before he could take a good look at the bandages. “Behave. Please keep your clothes on, oh my God. They didn’t take your intestines, just your appendix. You’re fine. Just rest.” OR: Ilya wakes up fucked up from anesthesia and tries to start an affair with his own husband, as it turns out.

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  11. Ilya and Shane are thirty-six years old with two kids, and Ilya thinks it's time to retire.

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  12. Every single example online of the love languages could fit Ilya to some degree – Shane had never thought about it before, but now that he knew, it was a problem that he didn’t know Ilya’s. He already wasn’t fluent in Russian, despite his attempt at learning, and he refused to be behind on another of Ilya’s languages. Shane looked down at Ilya, still passed out asleep in his arms, and nodded to himself, ready to run a series of experiments until he found what worked for Ilya.

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  13. After a grueling game against Montreal, Ilya has to talk to the press, instead of kissing his beautiful husband. A tragedy, if you ask him.

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  14. If the Hollander-Rozanov family kept a diary of their boring lives, these would be the things they would write about. or The one where Shane and Ilya become parents, and their life is boring in the most perfect way

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  15. Shane has a meet-cute in the produce aisle. Ilya briefly contemplates murder via shopping cart.

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  16. “It’s one of your superstitions, right?” Hayden asked. “Like my hat. It’s your good luck shirt.” Shane felt a chill run down his spine. He hadn’t thought anyone would notice. In truth, he’d barely noticed himself. It wasn’t something he was actively doing. It wasn’t like his weight circuit or his diet or his night routine. It wasn’t meditation or yoga or cross-training. Those were all things he did with meticulous, painstaking purpose. This was just… this was something else. This wasn’t thought driven. If he was being honest, it barely had to do with hockey. It maybe was one of the only things in his life that didn’t have to do with hockey. If he was stressed, he wore the shirt and it made him feel a little bit better. It just so happened that most of the time he was stressed about something to do with hockey. That was it. It was just a feeling. A feeling of calm that came from Ilya Rozanov’s shirt. OR: Shane accidentally wore Ilya's shirt back to the hotel after it things started to feel Too Real. What if he kept the shirt? OR: 5 Times Someone Noticed Shane's New Favorite Shirt + 1 Time Shane Realized Ilya Still Had His Too

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  17. It’s not a cure for the weight on his chest right now, but this is exactly what Ilya needs. He silently strips down to his boxers and crawls in behind Shane. Anya picks her head up at the movement, and Ilya reaches over Shane to rub her back for a second before he wraps his arm around Shane’s waist. “Mm,” Shane hums, inhaling sharply as he wakes up. “You’re back.” - or, a sweet, sleepy moment between husbands

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  18. “Can dogs even get colds from humans?” Bood asks. A couple of players murmur but nobody seems to have an answer. “Maybe she’s pregnant,” Troy unhelpfully supplies and Shane physically braces himself for his husband’s reaction. “Pregnant?” is Ilya’s incredulous reply from across the ice. At this point, they’re not practicing at all anymore; everyone is much more interested in hearing out Anya’s supposed illness and even Coach Wiebe has joined the huddle. Shane and Ilya's dog, Anya, is sick. The Centaurs hold an intervention.

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  19. Sveta: Your husband is doing a fucking hockey player mating call on tv right now, in case you were curious Ilya: ?? Sveta: Turn on Fallon you idiot or: Shane does hip stretches on Fallon and Ilya reacts.

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  20. In some cruel twist of fate, Ilya can only recall his mother’s face in his nightmares.

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