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Tanner Dillon was a sub-par winger for a cup-winning team. Ilya would never admit it, but Shane needed a Pike if they wanted their first season together to be historic. The only problem was that there seemed to be no problem.
Because how the hell did Shane make Tanner Dillon into a good liney?
Ilya Rozanov spirals slightly as he finally gets to see Captain Shane Hollander in action. Don't worry they are cute and flirty about it.
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- AO3:
- #91451011
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If There Ever Was A Doubt by ClimbTheMountain2020
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-31
Two years post-The Long Game, Shane and Ilya are living the life they always dreamed of. But sometimes, the nightmares catch up to Ilya. Shane knows how much Ilya sacrificed to give them this life. Now, he wants to give Ilya something in return.
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- AO3:
- #76781321
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Shane finally finds out what Ilya said during the phone call in Russian.
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- English
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- AO3:
- #76477446
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Shane's anxiety has been getting worse. He has no idea why but it's impacting his game and that's a problem.
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- #75507796
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Shane stares at him with those wide, brown doe eyes that liquifies Ilya’s heart. “Ilya is a pretty name.” He says softly. “You’re pretty too.” “Am I?” Ilya laughs lightly. He taps on Shane’s curled up fingers. Understanding Ilya’s intentions, Shane opens his palm up, letting Ilya guide it up to his face. Ilya lets go when Shane’s fingers are just shy of contact, dealer’s choice. Shane hesitates for a moment before deciding to cup Ilya’s cheek. “Mhm. Pretty eyes.” Shane says woozily, fingers gingerly tracing over Ilya’s features in a way that prompts Ilya to press into his husband’s palm even further. or the doped-up shane fic no one asked for
- Part 1 of vignettes in time
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- #76173006
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The wisdom tooth in the X-ray looks fine on the surface but turns sideways inside Shane’s gums. “I would recommend extraction,” says Dr. Robbins. Shane thinks, is it so easy a thing to take from someone? He tells her, “I’ll book an appointment.” “You’re in luck, Mr. Hollander, a patient cancelled their surgery this morning and we have an open slot in an hour’s time. Do you have someone who can drive you home?” OR, Shane gets his wisdom tooth removed and returns to Ilya high on drugs, featuring his unfortunate oral fixation.
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- English
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- AO3:
- #76170856
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Shane and Ilya get an extra day off because of snow
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- AO3:
- #76056346
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Everything was almost perfect. The Centaurs were already having their best season in two decades, Shane had fit right in and was killing it on the ice, Ilya was married to the love of his life, and they finally didn't need to hide anymore. And yet…there was one thing standing in the way of perfection, and Ilya was trying very hard not to think about it too much in case it gave him a heart attack. Shane had been playing for the Centaurs, in Ottawa, with Ilya, for six weeks now and he still hadn't moved in. Everything was almost perfect. The Centaurs were already having their best season in two decades, Shane had fit right in and was killing it on the ice, Ilya was married to the love of his life, and they finally didn't need to hide anymore. And yet…there was one thing standing in the way of perfection, and Ilya was trying very hard not to think about it too much in case it gave him a heart attack. Shane had been playing for the Centaurs, in Ottawa, with Ilya, for six weeks now and he still hadn't moved in. The summer had gone the way it always had. They spent all of it at the cottage, commuting to the camp together. Ilya had waited, wondering if Shane was going to take a weekend while their time was their own and bring his stuff up from Montreal, but he hadn't. He hadn't talked about it at all. Ilya had asked, when the first day of pretraining arrived, if they needed to go to Montreal first and Shane had just said, "Nah," eyes fixed on a text to Rose. They'd driven to Ottawa and Shane had slipped in Ilya's space like he always did, any time he visited. A routine came about naturally: practices, workouts, taking Anya for a walk, cuddling in front of the TV, fucking Shane's brains out. But time slipped away and Ilya abruptly realized a month and a half had gone by and Shane still hadn't moved in. He couldn't think of a way to ask about it that didn't sound accusatory. They'd lived apart for their entire relationship. The summers at the cottage were wonderful but they were frantic and stolen and fraught as well. And last summer, their first one out, had been almost entirely absorbed by wedding planning and running the camp. They'd never done this before - coming home to each other every night after practice and waking up together every morning before a game. Ilya couldn't help thinking…maybe it was too much for Shane. Maybe it was too much of Ilya's chaos for Shane's perfection. Maybe he was keeping one foot planted firmly in Montreal because he wasn't sure yet if he wanted to be here full time. So Ilya tried to make Shane feel welcome in quiet ways. "I moved the chest over so you could put a desk there," he said, as soon as Shane came home from his run. God, he looked delicious, all sweaty and pink-cheeked. "Hmm?" "I have my office upstairs but you do not, so I thought you could put a desk here." "Oh. Yeah? I don't think so. I only really need a desk in the summer and I have my office at camp for that. I'm fine with my laptop." Shane pressed a kiss to Ilya's cheek. "Did you have breakfast yet?" Ilya frowned at Shane's retreating back. "No, not yet." "Okay, I'll make eggs." ** A few days later, Ilya tried again. "We need more towels. I make you come so much you take many showers." Shane rolled his eyes. "Yeah, it has nothing to do with us both being professional athletes who work out for a living." "We need more sheets, too. Is that also an athlete thing?" "Shut up." "Which ones should we get? We could go shopping." Ilya felt like an idiot, sitting there like a lost puppy, hoping his husband would suggest a trip to Home Sense, as if that would mean something. But Shane just shrugged. "You can just order more of what you already have. I like the green ones." "Right, okay." What you already have. Cause they were Ilya's towels, and Ilya's sheets. And Shane was just a guest. Still. ** "We could get a new place?" Shane chewed on the end of his pen, eyes rolling up from his notebook to meet Ilya's. He frowned, confused. "Like another cottage?" "No, a different house. Leave this one." "You want to move?" Ilya shrugged. "Not really. But we could pick out somewhere new. We are married now." "I like it here. It's an easy drive to the arena. Plus I wouldn't want to uproot Anya." Shane scratched her behind her ears and she stretched out long. "Alright. You know I am happy to move for you, right?" He'd already moved all the way to fucking Canada for Shane, so that felt like a stupid thing to say. "I know." Shane yawned and tucked his toes under Ilya's thigh. "Think Coach will have us working on the PK tomorrow?" Ilya rubbed his thumb over the jut of Shane's ankle. "Yes, I think so." **
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Need Me a Man Who Looks at Me Like That by FestiveFerret
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-11-27
The thing was: Shane hadn't known they were filming practice.
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- English
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- AO3:
- #74833446