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  1. The truth was, yeah, Shane married Ilya, but he’d married hockey first. He married hockey the second he signed his rookie contract with the Metros, and his courtship began long, long before. And his marriage to hockey wasn’t like his marriage to Ilya. Hockey wouldn’t ever love him back. Ilya wasn’t going to chew Shane up and spit him out at some nebulous point after he turned thirty and before he turned forty, his joints busted and his mouth full of dentures and his brain fucked to hell and back. And that marriage—his first marriage—had always come before his second, illicit shotgun wedding.

    It wasn’t ideal, maybe, but that was just how things were. Hell, it was probably the same for Ilya, too. The fuck was Shane supposed to do about it? Nothing, nothing, nothing. He liked his life just the way it was. He didn’t want to do anything different. He still doesn’t. And that’s the worst, most shameful part of it all: at the end of the day, some part of Shane will always wish he could wind back time like adjusting a watch; erase that Instagram post before it ever hit the internet and go back to the life they’d had before; the life that was slowly killing them both.

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  2. hit or miss by

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    2026-10-14

    Finally, something dawns on him, a way to handle two goals simultaneously. He’d seen Hollander’s mother flipping through papers rapidly when they first got here, seeming calm and in control and more than a little frightening in a way that made Ilya mildly glad he wasn’t one of the people responsible for a clipboard. If anyone can tell him if the long list of “Prohibited Items” he’d been sent in his email a few days ago is just standard practice for big shoots, it would be Yuna Hollander.

    Or, hopefully, her son.

    “Crazy we cannot even have peanut butter, eh?” He asks. “You also got giant list?”

    Hollander stiffens, almost imperceptibly, and Ilya tilts his head, just slightly, confused, wondering if he’s stumbled somewhere unexpected.

    (how ilya learns about shane's allergies) (and shane's sexual awakening tragically hits a speedbump in the process 😔)

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  3. If you’re wondering what the fuck happened to Scott Hunter, the answer is this: a series of cascading catastrophic decisions. A domino effect, a Rube Goldberg machine that starts at a club in Ibiza and ends with him eating a Montreal bagel on the floor.

    In which Scott Hunter accepts a trade to Montreal, just as Shane Hollander is named captain.

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  4. “You are still on about this?” Ilya laughed. “You will have one beer, get tummy ache and want to go to bed.” “I will not!” Shane said, more shrill than he intended. “You want to bet?” “I thought you weren’t into gambling.” Ilya grabbed Shane’s hand and pulled it up to his lips, then placed a kiss on his ring finger. “I will bet on you any day.” Which, fuck, made Shane melt a little bit. Until, “Plus you will lose.” “Fine.” Shane ripped his hand out of Ilya’s grip. “Bet. Whatever.” OR: It's Luca Haas' birthday, and Shane wants to prove he's able to let loose sometimes.

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  5. “The medics are coming Shane. Terrys coming okay, he’ll help you” Luca’s voice shakes as he watches in distress. He makes eye contact with Ilya, clearly looking for help.

    “Shane Moya Lyubov, I’m here” Ilya kneels down next to Shane. Hands hovering, unsure where to touch his husband.

    OR
    Comeau hurts Shane in a targeted attack on the ice and Ilya seeks revenge.

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  6. Just over four years after a zombie virus destroys the world as he knows it, twenty-five year old Ilya Rozanov is so rattled by trauma and grief that even when he's found a community to call home, he keeps everyone at an arm’s length. That is, until Shane Hollander shows up looking like death itself.

    A story about the end of the world, and how to pick up the pieces.

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  7. When the MLH announces all games are cancelled for the rest of the evening, Shane Hollander knows something is weirdly wrong. There's no precedent for it in league history. A string of messages from Ilya and a phone call from his mother confirm the worst: something has happened, and he doesn't know what.
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    The Centaurs plane crash is serious. In the aftermath, life changes for Ilya completely, and Shane has to learn how he fits in.

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  8. x-rays by

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    2026-07-31

    A video is posted to Twitter showing Ilya Rozanov having sex with a man.

    It isn't Shane Hollander.

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  9. cotinine by

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    2026-07-24

    Shane gets approximately ten minutes of feeling blissful and content after Ilya Rozanov leaves his apartment-

    -and then he has to bolt to the bathroom to get ill with a violence he hasn’t experienced since he was still conditioning for the season as a rookie.

    In the aftermath, he runs a cold washcloth over his face while swishing his mouth out and tries to convince himself that it had to have just been something he ate.

    He wonders if he should text Rozanov and give him a warning, but having to send a, “Thanks for taking my virginity, by the way I just puked my guts up and you might have caught whatever this is from me” doesn’t really seem like it’s a very sexy follow-up text to get from someone. As a “congrats on getting fucked” present to himself in honor of the occasion, he decides he’ll chalk it up to the sudden release of nerves and only send the text if it lasts past the night.

    (shane is EXTREMELY sensitive to nicotine) (the problem with this? he isn't actually aware of it and thus doesn't understand why fucking ilya rozanov sometimes makes him sick afterwards)

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  10. And there.

    Through a break in the trees, there is a house. Wooden, old, the pale white paint of it greyed with age and dampness.

    "I—" His voice comes out level, at least.

    The man has tilted his head. "What? You want to sleep in your car?" He pulls his chin toward the dark interior of the house, a small gesture. "No. Come in. Is no trouble."

    God hasn’t abandoned him yet, ha.

    Shane Hollander's car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. The man who answers the door is charming, warm, and just his type. Ilya Rozanov is a very religious man. He has a lot to say about repentance.

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  11. “Mr. Hollander,” Dr. Jackson said. Shane looked at her again, and got a creeping sensation up the back of his spine. She continued, “Are you aware that you’re pregnant?” Shane blinked. Pregnant? There was no way. He knew he was a carrier, but he’d always been so careful about birth control and condoms. Militant about it, in fact. His hand drifted down to his stomach. Shane had been feeling nauseous lately, and maybe a little tired, but he’d chalked it up to too much training. The few pounds he’d put on were written off as a result of sneaking one too many Snickers bars when he was stressed. “That’s–that can’t be right,” Shane said, shaking his head. He felt bile rise up in his throat again, and covered his mouth. Dr. Jackson quickly reached into a cabinet and handed him a blue bag, which Shane then proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach into. -- After getting his bell run by Marleau on the ice, Shane finds out he's pregnant.

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  12. “I want you to stay here tonight.”

    Scott squeezes, and Kip thinks he can feel the bones in his wrist press together. Is he strong enough to break them? Would he try?

    Of course not, Kip thinks. That’s crazy. It’s just a game. But he really wants it to bruise, at least.

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    Have you ever looked at Kip and Scott and thought to yourself, what if these lovely two people who are so good for each other were a toxic mess instead? If so, this one is for you.

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  13. A look at the year that Ilya still played for Boston, except they explicitly state their dom/sub relationship, and explore that dynamic (and kink) together.

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    When they first started, it was by accident. Ilya followed Shane’s lead; he read his body and responded with his own. Shane liked to be on his knees for Ilya, and Ilya liked to keep him there.

    The first time it went wrong. Shane thought it was his fault. It wasn’t.

    ————

    Now with 10k-word SMUTTY EPILOGUE

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  14. "Aren't I so lucky," he said, tilting his head back to look up at Shane. "I have very sexy cougar as my husband." "We're the same age," Shane reminded him, thumb tracing Ilya's jaw. "Not true." Ilya shifted forward on his knees until he was settled between Shane's legs, his hands coming up to cup Shane's stomach. "For the next month, I have a sugar daddy." Shane laughed. "So now I'm some old man buying you gifts?" "Well," Ilya said, pressing a kiss to the curve of Shane's stomach through his shirt. Then another. "You are old man. And you are giving me the most precious gift of all. So yes. Is accurate, I would say." 5 times Ilya and their kids took care of Shane throughout his pregnancy, and 1 time they were reminded just how stubborn Shane Hollander can be.

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  15. Marlow knows better than to push. Everyone’s got their own shit, especially on the road. But there’s only so many nights you can wake up to someone falling apart before it stops being something you can ignore.

    // Ilya hasn’t seen his mother in over ten years. Lately, he sees her every night.

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  16. For a second, Scott pictures it—their tragic gay love affair, conducted in Holiday Inns and Marriotts, following the usual routine; the cut-off afterglow, the tied-off condom burning a hole in someone’s pocket because they were too scared to leave it in the hotel trash, the look-both-ways paranoia leaving the room, fleeing the scene head-down-hands-in-pockets. Scott pictured a decade of that—a four-year marriage of that—and felt sick. Two thousand fucking ten. Christ. Kip had cousins younger than that.

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  17. Shane came through the door with four cases of Pedialyte stacked in his arms. Ilya had asked him to pick up one on the way home. One. "Last time Niko had the flu, he liked the grape one best," Shane said, studying the cases with his brow furrowed. "But that was over a year ago. And his favorite Gatorade flavor right now is lemon-lime, so I figured it'd be safer just to get a variety pack—" Ilya stood beside him and watched him unload the cases. There were times—many times —when Ilya's feeling of endearment toward Shane was so overwhelming, so consuming, that the only way he could describe it was that he wanted to crawl inside his skin and live there. He settled for stepping in close and pressing a kiss to Shane's temple instead. Or, The flu sweeps through the Hollander–Rozanov household. Just as Shane thinks he's the last man standing, he goes down hard.

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  18. “Promise me one thing, okay?” “Anything,” Ilya replied, squeezed reassuringly. “Don’t beat yourself up over these things, okay? It’s not your job to fix it.” Ilya wanted to argue. Of course it was his job to fix it. It was what he did. It was what he was good at. That was what he was good for. Or: Ilya visits Shane, and they're both still going through it. Companion piece to There have been threats and If you're afraid of wolves. June 2014.

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  19. “I am in control. I make the decisions,” Shane murmured to himself for the hundredth time that hour. He felt a little bit insane, sitting on the cold bathroom floor locked in a civil war with himself. On one side: his rational brain; on the other, the oily, persistent whisper trying to sell him a regret he couldn’t afford. His stomach squirmed with what could either be nausea or anxiety —it all felt the same at this point. Just do it. You’ll feel so much lighter and cleaner once it is all out of your system. The temptation to believe that lie was a physical weight. He was exhausted from the fight. He could feel his dinner sitting like a stone in the pit of his stomach, heavy and stagnant. He knew he probably would feel better if he could get rid of it. But… fuck. Or Shane is struggling with a dangerous urge and is flighting a lonely battle with himself on the bathroom floor. Until Ilya reminds him that he’s not alone.

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  20. There’s a sign in front of Shane. It says Welcome to Scott Hunter and Kip Grady’s Happily Ever After in a cursive font that makes Shane think of Etsy. Shane’s stomach churns. He briefly squeezes his empty ring finger. He feels, all at once, like he might cry. Instead, he swallows, and breathes, and pastes a smile on his face, and marches his ass down to Scott and Kip’s fucking wedding of the century.

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