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Shane wasn't looking back at him. He assumed that Ilya would be paying attention to the game, not its spectators. Sofia was sat upright in his lap. He was moving her back and forth to follow the puck. Ilya could see his mouth moving, even at this distance- no doubt he was explaining the rules to her infant ears. Hockey would be her first language. Sofia was more interested in the person holding her than the game. She tipped her little head back, back, back until she was looking up at her dad. The two of them smiled, and then Shane leaned down ever so slightly. He was brushing their noses together in the softest little nuzzle Ilya had ever seen. When he was done, Shane pressed a kiss onto her forehead. At twenty-three, Shane Hollander was convinced that life after hockey would be empty. He couldn't imagine a world where he'd be completely happy without the focus and drive that came with playing a professional sport. By thirty-seven, Shane was convinced that life after hockey was better. Who needed skates and sticks when your daughter was looking up at you with such a perfect, tiny smile, and your husband was winning games for all three of you?
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Plentiful, but Ultimately Finite (rewrite available in notes) by broccolicheddarchicken
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-02-08
Canada had given him his life as he knew it, but it had never felt one hundred percent comfortable, either. He missed Russia sometimes, but it didn’t have the thing that mattered most. Ilya had exactly one home, and it was this: his face pressed into a smooth chest, his head tucked under a strong jaw, with freckled arms wrapped around him and delicate fingers combing through his hair. Anywhere else was a temporary excursion. A treatise on second (and third) languages, homesickness, acceptance, Shane's struggle learning Russian, and the things people do when they care.
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Harris organises a team field trip to a cabane à sucre — sugar shack — to gather content for the Ottawa Centaurs’ social media. Ilya doesn’t understand why Canadians are so obsessed with maple syrup, but Shane is there to make the weird cultural experience more memorable.
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Shane and Ilya host a Halloween party the first year that Shane is a Centaur. Just them being in love and hanging out with the team. “Hollander. You can't go as a hockey player, you are a hockey player.” Ilya said with an eye roll when he walked in on his husband getting dressed in their bathroom. “First of all, I can go as whatever I want. There are no rules to Halloween. Second of all, I am not a hockey player. I am going as Ilya Rozanov.” Shane smirked before their eyes met in the mirror and Shane's smirk morphed into a genuine smile. He grabbed the Boston jersey that Ilya was just now noticing draped over the chair for the vanity. It had Ilya's old number on it, but instead of Rozanov on the back it said “Second Best Center.” “Shane Hollanov! Are you making a joke?! I thought you were boring. And you are making a joke.” Ilya was giddy with excitement. He loved playful Shane. “No.” Shane gave Ilya's cheek a kiss. “No joke. Just me, going as my husband, the second best center in the league.” Ilya moved away from Shane. If he continued to make physical contact he would not be able to get dressed and the team was going to start arriving at their house for the party soon. He grabbed his own costume, this year he was going as a detective. He liked being known as perceptive. “We will see who is second best. I am on the first line, captain and leading the league in overall points.” “Yes, well I have been on this team for four months and I am already the leading goal scorer. So, we’ll see who is second best at the end of the season.” They grinned at each other. When Shane joined Ottawa, Ilya had worried that being on the same team would mean they would have less opportunities to compete. They fell in love through competing, and he loved when they got to play against each other. He didn't want to lose that. But, he had worried for nothing. Turns out, being on the same team meant even more chances to compete. They scrimmaged against each other several times a week and battled it out in cardio and weight training. In fact, it's a good thing they had been practicing keeping hockey and their relationship separate for more than ten years, because there might be even more tension between them now that they were competing for the same ice time. Being married had not changed either of their drives to be the best. After they both finished dressing, and made their way downstairs, Shane turned towards Ilya with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “What, you're not going to post our picture to Instagram? You're always trying to get me to take photos with you. But now that I am in this awesome costume suddenly you don't want to? Worried your fans will agree that you're second best?” Oh. Now it was on. Ilya took two pictures, one of them together, facing the camera and smiling sweetly. And one of the back of Shane's jersey. He almost didn't want to post it because Shane's skater’s ass looked too good and he wanted to keep it for himself. But, there was a contest to win. He posted both pictures to Instagram with the caption “Who is second best?” He put the phone away and kissed his husband. They would let the fans fight it out while they enjoyed the party. After everyone had arrived, Ilya found himself dancing in the middle of the makeshift dance floor - surrounded by beautiful women, and his teammates who were also beautiful. He was maybe a bit high. It felt a lot like last year, but this time when he saw his teammates dancing with their partners, he didn't feel alone. He glanced up at his husband who was chatting with Harris and waved him over. Shane smiled shyly, said something to Harris and walked towards Ilya. “Hi.” Shane said when he folded himself into Ilya's arms. “Hi,” Ilya replied as he wrapped Shane in tightly. “We have danced together more in the four months since our wedding than in the ten years before. I like it.” Shane grinned at Ilya. “You just like touching me.” “Is nice” Ilya said as his hands moved down to Shane's ass. Shane slapped his hand away. “Not here!” He hissed. “Shane. No one is watching. It's fine.” Ilya's eyes glimmered with playful heat. “Nope. No way. We are out but not that out.” “Fine. Fine.” “Do you want to get some air? Someone started the fire pit.” Shane said. Ilya nodded and Shane grabbed his hand to guid them outside. _ When they got to the outdoor seating area surrounding the fire pit Shane noticed that there weren't any seats left. Lisa stood up and moved into Wyatt's lap and Ilya took her spot. Ilya gestured for Shane to sit on his lap but Shane was not sure about this. They were out, and they held hands in public. But sitting on each other's laps? That was a lot of PDA. Like a lot. But, this was their team. The Centaurs had been nothing but supportive. And if Lisa and Wyatt could do it, why couldn't they? Indecision must have been evident on his face because Bood spoke. “Roz, your husband won't sit on your lap? He thinks he will crush you?” Ilya scoffed and looked at Shane with love in his warm eyes but that crooked smile that always meant trouble had made an appearance. “Hollander is so small. Claims to be 5’10, He's almost as short as Barrett.” “I am 5’10! And I am not small. You guys are the worst. Ilya, why don't you sit on my lap.”
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Harris is just keeping up with the latest Tiktok trends. This week he's getting the guys to sign old photos of themselves. It's really not his fault Ilya decides to help.
- Part 2 of Centaurs Social Media
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“Nervous? But you’ve done hockey camps like this before haven’t you?” “It’s not the hockey camp, I’m excited for that. I’m nervous about the whole staying at Shane and Rozanov’s house thing.” “Why?” his husband asks turning his head briefly to look at Scott with a furrowed brow. “Because I don’t know either of them that well even though we went to their wedding. Them being together at all is still a little weird to me. It’s like they’re letting me into their super-secret love nest or something.” Or the one where Scott stays at Shane & Ilya's while coaching the Ottawa hockey camp.
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Shane and Ilya go to their first BBQ at Bood’s. Together. As a couple. And Shane is a nervous wreck of a man. Also bonus fluff with Harris and Troy. Song inspo and the title: Happy Together by The Turtles Set around late April/early May during The Long Game
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Shane and Ilya re-watch their first press conference together, and Ilya is more than delighted to see that Shane had been ogling him basically the entire time. No real plot - all just fluff and banter and reminiscing. Today's theme is "I Always Knew" by The Vaccines.
- Part 1 of Reminiscing
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Shane Hollander was known for many things when it came to hockey. Fancy trick shots is not one of them.
- Part 49 of Game Changers Boys
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So, in the dark of the night Matti Jalo decides to keep the news that the league’s two biggest rivals seemed to be having some sort of torrid love affair under everyone’s noses to himself. or 5 times someone figured Shane & Ilya out and kept it to themselves and the 1 time they told the whole world themselves in their own words.
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With a thunk the puck slams home, a series of loud clanks following as it slides back into its resting spot. Shane growls and throws his arms into the air in frustration. Fuck. “I thought you were good at hockey, Hollander,” Ilya drawls, his tone dripping with smug amusement. He unfurls his long frame, standing tall and crossing his arms over his broad chest. His eyes sparkle wickedly, belying the angelic effect created by the dark curls falling into his eyes and the white cable knit sweater that Yuna gave him last Christmas. He looks fucking beautiful. “Ice hockey, asshole. Not this air hockey shit.”
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Shane and Ilya go on a date
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Why were you staring?” Shane huffed out a laugh. “I really wasn’t. Just got lost in thoughts.” “Naughty thoughts?” Shane rolled his eyes. “Yes. You know me so well,” he deadpanned.
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It was the end of a decade but the start of an age by goodlvckbabe
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2023-04-17
3 times Shane felt at home with the Ottawa Centaurs
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Ilya is feeling homesick. Shane and Maya try to bring a bit of Russia to him.
- Part 2 of Girl Dads
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Shane Hollander is the number two overall NHL draft pick and a newly minted Montreal Voyageur. He’s also laser focused on his goals: being the best by beating the best. For him, this means a continued rivalry with number one draft pick—and new Ottawa Centaur—Ilya Rozanov. But when a problem with Rozanov’s immigration paperwork threatens his future in the NHL, what does that mean for Shane’s own career? He can’t risk finding out…so they get married. Just for immigration. A fast, practical, mutually beneficial solution.
No one will ever suspect, let alone find out, that the NHL’s greatest rivals are secretly married. And there’s certainly no risk of feelings getting involved. They have a game plan.
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Shane, Ilya, and their newly adopted daughter, Maya, prepare for the season home opener in Ottawa. (This is a plotless, fluffy fic imagining what Shane and Ilya would be like as dads.)
- Part 1 of Girl Dads
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As soon as the plane landed, Shane pulled his phone out with everyone else, planning to text Ilya and let him know they'd arrived, but before he could bring up his contacts, his notifications were flooded, phone pinging wildly. 9 missed calls 9 new voicemails 1 text: Ilya <3 Don't worry about the calls. I just missed you. Everything is fine. See you soon.
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Ilya is having a little too much fun at practice, and Shane pays the consequences.
- Part 38 of Game Changers Boys
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David let's Ilya in on a secret about the family chicken parmesan recipe. Absolutely no plot to be found. Submitted for the prompt: Secret Family Recipe Ilya grabbed a bag of breadcrumbs off the supermarket shelf and tossed it into the shopping cart. "Nope." Shane said, bringing the cart he was pushing to a standstill. "These aren’t the right kind." Ilya looked down at his phone to double check the shopping list David had texted him that morning. "It just says breadcrumbs. These are breadcrumbs, yes?" "Trust me," Shane said as he returned the bag to the shelf. "When Dad says breadcrumbs, he specifically means panko." "Then why didn't he say that?" "I have no idea, but if you want to make Hollander Chicken Parmesan right, you gotta have panko breadcrumbs." Ilya did want to get the recipe right, so he searched the shelves until he found a cardboard canister labeled 'organic panko' and picked it up to show Shane. "Good?" "Yup," Shane nodded, looking down at their mostly full cart. "Anything else we need?" "Just puree tomato." "Ok, follow me. Dad has some very specific opinions about tomatoes too." "Of course he does," Ilya laughed as he shook his head and followed Shane to the next aisle. *** A few hours later, Shane and Ilya stood on the Hollanders’ front porch, grocery bags in hand. David had offered to teach Ilya the family chicken parmesan recipe as a belated anniversary gift. Obviously, the Hollanders didn’t need to get him an anniversary present, but Ilya liked the idea of being a part of a Hollander family tradition so he’d happily accepted. Ilya rebalanced the bags in his hands and knocked on the front door. “Come in!” Yuna yelled from inside. Ilya opened the door and shouted, “Privet, mama Hollander.” “Privet moi synov'ya. My na kukhne,” Yuna responded, beckoning them to the kitchen. “Your Russian is getting much better.” Ilya smiled as they set the bags down on the kitchen counter. “Thank you, I’ve been practicing. I have a 120 day streak in Duolingo.” “What?!” Shane said. “How is it possible that your Duolingo streak is longer than mine? I’ve been working on my Russian for years now.” “Well, dear, some of us didn’t spend the entire month of July partying and falling off floats at Stanley Cup celebrations.” Ilya snickered.
- Part 2 of Flufftober 2022
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