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  1. “Kip, help,” Scott says. “Rozanov’s trying to make us play never have I ever because he never matured past the age of twelve.”

    “I am trying,” Ilya slurs more than says, “to make memories.”

    “Yeah, because you’re definitely gonna remember this tomorrow.”

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  2. Ilya knows there is a thing about himself he has to always keep hidden in the deepest recesses of his body, behind his molars and in his core. He thinks Shane Hollander might be the same, except the thing about him he cannot hide. Ilya Rozanov is the biggest hockey talent of his generation. So is Shane Hollander. But over the years Ilya notices that the vicious media and the clamouring fans and some of his more foul-mouthed teammates treat Hollander differently than any other hockey player.

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  3. “Mexico top. Hollywood blow job guy. And me.” - Headed Rivalry, Chapter 20

    “I couldn’t even get you off my mind when I was with those guys, I was so obsessed with you, even then,” Shane admitted.

    “Really?” Ilya craned his neck up to make eye contact with Shane.

    Fill for the Fulfill A Crave-ing prompt: Shane accidentally moans Ilya's name while hooking up with another man.

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  4. “Ilya?” Shane said in that same dreamy, loopy voice as that morning. Ilya exhaled in a rush. “Shane,” he said, and wanted to sag against the glass with relief. “What happened? Is something wrong?” “Not! Any moooooooore.” Ilya swallowed. Shane hadn’t gotten any quieter in the past seven hours. “Why are you calling me? You need to be resting,” he said, and it sounded softer than he’d meant it to. “I forgot to tell you something. Important.” “You should not be telling me anything, you should be—” “My cottage has really good water pressure,” Shane announced. Ilya stared out the window while a small plane taxied past. “What?” —————— Shane's cottage has a lot of amenities, and he needs to tell Ilya about all of them.

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  5. A study on how Shane Hollander exhibits signs of autism. or; Five times Ilya didn't pick up on the signs and one time he did.

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  6. It's the first real day of spring, meaning the weather is actually nice and it's surprisingly warm out considering the last of the snow had only just melted over two weeks ago. It's a weird weekend; no games, no practice, no obligations. It's perfect. Then there's Ilya, washing his precious new 4Runner out in their driveway and causing Shane to lose his mind.

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  7. Shane rolls his eyes. Ilya chuckles. He’s finished his pizza so he leans back in his chair, watching his boyfriend do his skin care. “You are lucky you are very cute,” Ilya tells him. Ilya loves the way Shane gets all shy and smiley when he compliments him. “You don’t have to watch me do my skin care,” Shane tells him as he uses some kind of rolling thing on his face. “No, but I want to see you and you are doing skin care so I watch you do it,” Ilya says. “But you have too many steps,” he adds after seeing the cute blush on Shane’s face. OR Ilya FaceTimes Shane one night and catches him in the middle of his skin care routine where he decides to tease Ilya during it.

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  8. Yuna is waiting for her son to finally come out and tell the truth: that he's in love with his teammate and best friend of the last eight years, Hayden Pike.

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  9. It all happens so quickly. One moment Shane is chasing one of the Voyageurs with Ilya speeding up ahead so they are basically trapping the other player, and the next he is watching Ilya hurtling into the ground in a nasty fall. - Or Ilya gets hurt on the ice, and Shane loses it.

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  10. Ilya can’t believe his eyes. There is a huge twenty-foot-tall photo of his— of Shane Hollander in a pair of Calvin Klein briefs giving the camera his “come fuck me” look. Or, Shane does a Calvin Klein campaign, Ilya has feelings about it.

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  11. hannah 81 @rozys81 ummm can we talk about rozy and hollander during the face off macy @rozanovsgf bitch can we talk about rozy when hollander went fucking down? Or, the one where hockeytwt reacts to Shane Hollander’s injury during the Metros x Raiders game and Ilya Rozanov’s reaction to it.

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  12. 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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  13. Shane was never the jealous type. Until Ilya Rozanov came into his life. 5+1 times fic

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  14. It's Shane's first day at Centaurs training camp. Everyone (especially Ilya) is very welcoming. And a friend decides to drop by for a surprise visit. :)

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  15. “All I keep picturing is you, looking, like, incredible, on some dance floor somewhere in Ibiza. Or any of the other places we’re visiting,” Shane says. “And I’ll be just standing there. Like an idiot.” As they get ready to go on their honeymoon, Shane decides he needs to learn to dance.

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  16. A long weekend at Shane’s cottage is meant to be quiet, private, and uncomplicated. Then Ilya discovers canoes, wildlife, and the exact limits of Shane’s patience—and somewhere between turtles, bets, and stolen kisses, Shane realizes he’s already given Ilya more than a key. The cottage is supposed to be peaceful. That’s the whole point of it—Shane’s place, tucked into the trees where no one bothers them, where the lake is quiet and the neighbours are far enough away that privacy is a given rather than a carefully maintained illusion. Shane knows every creak in the floorboards because he chose the wood. Knows every window because he approved the placement. The dock he built with his dad one summer, the stone path Ilya helped lay last fall without being asked. It’s the one place Shane doesn’t have to perform, doesn’t have to be anything other than himself. Which is why, when Ilya suggested they spend a long weekend here, Shane didn’t just agree. He gave Ilya a key. Not permanently. Not with any ceremony or speech. Just—“Here. In case you get here before me.” Ilya had looked at it for a long moment, turning it over in his palm like it was something more than stamped metal. “Is for cottage?” he’d asked, even though it was obvious. “Yeah.” “Just for weekend?” Shane had hesitated, then shrugged, trying for casual. “Or, you know. Whenever.” Ilya’s expression had done something complicated—pleased and careful and maybe a little overwhelmed. He’d closed his fingers around the key and said, very quietly, “Okay.” He’d added it to his keyring that same day. Shane noticed. Now, standing on the dock watching Ilya gesture dramatically at the canoes, Shane thinks he should have known better than to expect a peaceful weekend. “Is too far,” Ilya calls from the shore, hands cupped around his mouth like Shane is somehow going to miss him from thirty feet away. Shane looks up from where he’s securing the second canoe to the post. “It’s not too far. It’s right there.” “Is *too far*,” Ilya repeats, more emphatically this time, gesturing at the water like it’s personally offended him. “Why do we need two boats?” “They’re canoes.” “This is what I say. Two boats.” Shane straightens, pushing his sunglasses up into his hair so Ilya can see he’s not kidding. “We need two because last time you nearly capsized us trying to—” “Was not capsizing.” “You stood up.” “Was looking at bird!” “In a *canoe*, Ilya.” Ilya waves this off like it’s a minor detail, already turning back toward the cottage. *Their* cottage, Shane thinks, and the thought sits warmer than it should. “We take one boat. I promise I do not stand.” “You’re not getting in a canoe with me.” Ilya stops. Turns around. The key—*Shane’s* key—glints on the ring hanging from his pocket. The look on his face is somewhere between offended and delighted. “You do not trust me?” “Not even a little bit.” “Shane.” Ilya presses a hand to his chest like he’s been mortally wounded. “After everything. After all this time. You think I would put you in danger?” “I think you’d get distracted by a loon and forget physics exists.” “Physics,” Ilya scoffs, already walking back down the dock with purpose. “I know physics very well.” “Then you know why standing up in a canoe is a bad idea.” Ilya reaches him, close enough now that Shane can see the exact moment his expression shifts from mock-injured to something more dangerous—playful, determined, the look he gets right before he does something inadvisable on the ice. “I make you deal,” Ilya says. Shane crosses his arms. “I’m listening.” “We take one boat—” “Canoe.” “—*one canoe*,” Ilya corrects, mouth twitching, “and if I stand, you can make me do anything you want for rest of weekend.” Shane raises an eyebrow. “Anything?”

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  17. Jane: Did I do something wrong? Please, Shane thinks, blinking rapidly. Tell me so I won’t do it again. (Or: the one where Shane drops and Ilya does something about it.)

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  18. Ilya feels breathless as he walks into the cottage. The living room is a magic, Christmas wonderland. The lights covering the cottage cast a warm, golden hue all around, beams are covered in tinsel and garland. The tree is so big and beautiful, standing tall in the corner of the living room. The fireplace has been lit and is burning hot, the soft sound crackling of wood filling the air. He can’t help but think about the first time he walked into this cottage and how much has changed since then. Back then, when it was just Shane’s cottage. When it was a place where they came to hide, to finally love each other the way they both so desperately been craving for years. Now, it is their home. aka a cottage fic, just a few years down the road The drive to the cottage is long. So boring and long. It doesn’t help that there is a thick blanket of snow covering the roads and Shane is driving ten miles under the limit. Ilya can practically feel the anxiety radiating from his body, by the way his shoulders are tense and how hard he is gripping the wheel. “You drive like grandma. We would be there by now if you put foot down.” Ilya jokes from the back seat. Shane’s eyes briefly shift to the mirror so he can shoot daggers at his husband before turning his attention back to the road. “I’m being careful. We have precious cargo in the car.” Ilya rolls his eyes and smiles fondly. Because he is right, there is precious cargo in the car. And said precious cargo is too busy watching the snow flakes fall from the sky through the window — giggling and babbling away to herself as her father tries his best to not freak out in the driver seat. “Your papa, he worry for no reason. Isn’t that right, Iris.” Ilya says gently as he taps his daughter on her nose. Her soft button nose with speckles of freckles covering the bridge. So beautiful just like her father. Iris Hollander-Rozanov, 9 months old and the light of Ilya’s life. She is practically Shane’s twin, soft dark hair and twinkly wide eyes — not that Ilya is complaining. She rolls her head so she is looking up at Ilya now rather than out of the window. A smile spreads across her face, gummy and bright as she reaches up to press her chubby fingers into his cheeks. He lets out a soft gasp and Shane momentarily whips his head around. “What? Is she okay? Do I need to pull over?” “She’s fine. Eyes on road.” Shane huffs as he turns back round, his shoulders hitching up closer to his ears. “Sorry, I just-“ “I know,” Ilya cuts him off, because he does know. Shane has been freaking about this trip for nearly a month now. Getting himself worked up over the what if ’s and worse case scenario’s. He is an over-thinker, has always been. So naturally, when they became parents, his anxiety increased by 1000%. “Is okay. Only ten minutes until we are at the cottage.” Ilya says softly as he leans forward, reaching to rest his hand on Shane’s shoulder. He brushes his thumb over the soft skin of his neck and the tension begins to melt away. “I bet is looking very Christmassy.” He changes the subject as he leans back to sit more comfortably. Iris is still quietly babbling away beside him as she grabs for his finger. “Yeah, mom said she has gone all out. She wanted to make Iris’s first Christmas extra special.” Shane replies with a smile. It would be extra special, Ilya thinks. They don’t really come by the cottage during the winter, there really isn’t much point when the lake is frozen over. But Yuna thought it would be nice for them all to get away for a few days, to be able to celebrate together as a family in private — which both Shane and Ilya agreed easily.

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  19. Being a professional athlete in a contact sport is an exercise in enduring pain. Sometimes you get benched for three weeks because you have a broken cheekbone after you get hit in the face with a slap shot. Sometimes you play through a strained quad, a bruised shoulder, a mild fever. Most times, it’s just the constant, unending soreness that comes with pushing your body to its limit every single day. Every athlete had an injury they hated most, though, one that’s particularly painful or recurrent or just annoying. Ilya fucking hated injuring his ribs. There is almost nothing you can do with your body that doesn't involve moving your torso, and the pain is deep, throbbing, and gets just a tiny bit worse every time you breathe. Sitting up hurts, lying down hurts, walking hurts, and worst of all, coughing fucking hurts. or Ilya is sick and injured in the off-season. Luckily, Shane loves him so very much and is there to take care of him.

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  20. “I don’t want to smell that place again,” he says. “I don’t want to hear that language around me like that. I don’t want to be small again.” His chest tightens. His breathing gets shallow. He hates this part. The moment when the past stops being something he remembers and starts being something he feels. “I can’t,” he repeats. “I really can’t.” There’s a long pause. Then Ilya exhales shakily and adds, quieter now, almost breaking, “But I can’t leave her alone.” or; when ilya's niece loses her mother and reaches out to him in secret, he returns to russia with shane to get her out of an unsafe home.

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