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  1. “I mean, I already knew you were whipped,” Hayden continued playfully, “but this is a new level of down bad even for you.” Shane raised an eyebrow at his best friend. “Down bad? Who taught you that?”

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  2. Shane Hollander is everything the NHL wants him to be: a Golden Boy, a captain, a rivalry- ready face of the league. Ilya Rozanov is everything Shane isn’t allowed to want: sharp-tongued, unapologetic, and devastatingly magnetic. From a charged first collision to a decade of stolen nights, staged girlfriends, and a rivalry that burns hotter than hate ever could, Shane and Ilya build a love that survives only in hallways, hotel rooms, and the spaces where cameras can’t reach. But some ghosts don’t fade quietly—and some loves refuse to stay secret forever. A story about ambition, fear, glass walls, and choosing each other even when the world says it’s a disaster.

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  3. get bloody with it by

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    “Is not my fault!” Ilya insists. “I had to do it. There was a squirrel.” Shane’s mouth falls open. “A squirrel?” he demands, disbelieving. “You risked your life for a squirrel?” Or: five times Shane saw Ilya with blood on him.

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  4. He's seen a few other guys get their bell rung. Has seen a couple of them get to their knees almost immediately; has seen them struggle to their feet, then almost wipe themselves out again. Has seen them kneeling with a dazed expression, trying to figure out where they are. And has seen a couple of them lie there. He's been one of them before. Swallowing down bile, he asks, "How long did I take to get up?" Please have tried. Please, please, have been one of those guys kneeling almost immediately. Please have been moving. Please have let Ilya seen that. A couple of years into playing on the same team together, Shane gets concussed. It's a little bit different this time.

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  5. Shane Hollander goes down hard in the third period against Boston. The WAGs are worried about Lily and if she knows. Jackie calls and Lily finally picks up... except. Ilya Rozanov is on the other end of the line. Jackie's POV of the wonderful WAG Support Network by stabthroughme Which of course was inspired by the amazing text fic please leave a message by Ravenesta (of which parts of this one also takes cues from in the beginning) Please read those first! They are both excellent.

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  6. Shane deserves a special treat for making it through a tough season. He doesn't know how special the brownies at the Centaurs' party are. aka hospital Shane on the good drugs makes his return

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  7. Shane’s got to balance being a freshman, a baby gay, and rushing for the weirdest frat on campus. Plus, unrelatedly, there's this really hot Russian guy.

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  8. Morning Love by

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    These past two games were hard on Shane; he was tired, he was a little hurt, and he missed his fucking boyfriend. But maybe said boyfriend was closer than he thought. Or Shane is a little overwhelmed, and Ilya is a big softy.

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  9. “я тебя люблю,” Shane said softly, basking in pride at what he knew was near-perfect pronunciation. I love you. Saying it felt more natural than breathing. Ilya groaned and tugged Shane close for a fierce kiss. “Do not speak Russian to me right now or we will never go to this party,” Ilya threatened against Shane’s lips. “And I promised Dykstra’s daughter I’d destroy her in foosball." * or, Shane and Ilya's first Centaurs christmas party as a married couple. set after The Long Game

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  10. Right after that fateful day at the cottage, Shane starts practicing how to say I love you in Russian. It happens to jog a memory. Of the last time Ilya had truly spoken to him in Russian. “Did you…did you tell me you loved me that night?”

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  11. Shane and Ilya's drunken teammates "force" them to kiss. 'Tis the damn season, after all.

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  12. The first thing Shane notices when he wakes up is that there is a very handsome man slouched in the chair beside his bed. The second thing Shane notices is that he is definitely in a hospital. [or: Shane ends up with temporary amnesia after an injury and minor surgery and wakes up to find a handsome stranger by his bedside.]

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  13. Svetlana has seen enough hockey injuries happening in real time to recognize a bad one. After the way Cliff Marlow collided with Shane Hollander, she is not surprised to see that the former needs to be taken off the ice by paramedics. What she is surprised by, however, is the look on Ilya’s face when it happens. Suddenly, a lot of different things start to make sense. OR: How Svetlana figures it out and doesn't let Ilya be alone while he worries about Shane.

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  14. The sky is blue, the sun is bright and Ilya Rozanov is a womanizer. But is he really? What seemed like a simple fact of life gets questioned at practice and the Ottawa Centaurs are nothing if not nosy… Cue idiots being idiots and making big discoveries!

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  15. Ilya decides he and Shane should celebrate their first Christmas as a public couple by hosting the holiday at their cottage with friends and family. And then there are friends and family everywhere, and emotionally charged salads and its all a little too much. Good thing Shane is practiced at soothing out the too muchness. tl;dr Christmasy smut. Vague spoilers for The Long Game. Don't come for me if I messed up some Long Game details - it was lowkey devastating and I have yet to gear up for a reread.

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  16. Shane doesn't get hit on the ice, doesn't end up in the hospital with a concussion and broken collarbone, doesn't invite Ilya to the cottage. Ilya finds the resolve to break things off with him that night.

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  17. An alternate universe in which Shane brings Rose to Tampa. Ilya isn’t jealous. No, really. He’s not. Or, a bit of canon-divergence for the sake of some extra angst and dom/sub Hollanov.

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  18. Ilya is in the midst of losing the biggest game of his life when stupid Shane Hollander decides to make his presence known. “Looking pretty rough out there, Rozanov,” Shane teases. Ilya refuses to look at him. As pretty as he is, Ilya can’t get distracted right now. - Ilya and Shane are the coaches of two very intense youth hockey teams. Ilya is a very attractive man who single hockey parents want. Shane is a very possessive man who needs the world to know that Ilya is strictly off-limits.

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  19. Terrified by

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    Alternate scenes in the hospital following the hit in s1e5. The last thing Shane Hollander felt before Marlow slammed into him wasn’t fear. He never saw Marlow coming. The last thing Shane felt was confusion. One moment, he had the puck, confident, cocky even, and he stole a glance across the ice. From under his shield, he met Ilya’s gaze, and smirked. Ilya returned his smirk with a half-grin of his own, competitive, but Shane didn’t have time to revel in the reaction. Ilya’s face transformed in a fraction of a second, his eyes growing wide, his mouth half-open, maybe in surprise, maybe in a desperate attempt to shout a warning, a look Shane Hollander had never before seen on the face of Ilya Rosanov. Terror. — The ringing in Shane’s ears was deafening, all of his other senses dulled, his world enveloped in darkness. He swam aimlessly through the darkness, with nothing but the sound of the ringing, trying to decipher up from down. He thought he heard someone say his name, and tried to concentrate, bringing the sound of the voice forward through the ringing. “Shane! Open your eyes!” he heard, louder this time. “Come on. Wake up!” Before he could think or respond, he felt a grinding pressure in the middle of his chest, and groaned. He cracked his eyes open, the bright lights from the arena ceiling sending shooting pain through his head, and immediately squeezed them shut again. His helmet was gone, and he could feel the cold sting of the ice on the back of his head. “Nope, there you go, stay awake, Shane,” the voice said again. The grinding pressure assaulted his senses once more, the medic pushing a fist into his sternum beneath his heavy pads. He groaned again, his limbs feeling heavy and uncoordinated as he struggled to move to push the person away. “Hollander!” he heard from further away, this voice different, familiar, distinct from the ringing. His senses sharpened. He tried opening his eyes again, squinting against the lights. “Mmokay…” he mumbled incoherently, and tried to turn, searching desperately for the man he knew was calling his name. “No, Shane, don’t move,” the medic above him said sternly, putting both hands on the sides of his head and keeping his face pointed toward the ceiling. He squeezed his eyes shut again and groaned as another pair of hands slid a collar behind his head and secured it around his neck. He tried to concentrate, tried to put all of the pieces together – the arena lights above him, the ringing in his ears, the medics, the cold ice beneath him, Rosanov’s concerned voice. There must’ve been an accident. “Hold still, Shane. We’ve got you,” he heard, more loudly this time, the ringing finally starting to subside a little. He felt multiple people grip him at once, rolling him to the side. He winced and grit his teeth hard as they rolled him back again, onto a board. He listened. “Is he okay? Fucking tell me!” It was more aggressive this time, with a distinctly panicked undertone Shane had never heard from the man before. “Get back to your bench, Rosanov!” someone yelled back. Shane fought to open his eyes again, scanning from left to right as best he could, desperate to catch a glimpse of the panicked Russian, to reassure him, to settle at least a little piece of the emotional turmoil he knew the man was enduring. A medic tugged the glove from his right hand, and he groaned, pain shooting through his shoulder as they secured his arms across his chest. Nausea rushed through him in a wave and his vision swam, dark spots dancing in front of him, as the medics rolled him swiftly off the ice and down the corridor toward the waiting ambulance. “Stay awake, Shane. Keep those eyes open,” they baggered him. “My parents…” Shane mumbled quietly. “Your coach is calling your parents,” the medic answered him. “Tell him I’m okay,” Shane adds. “He’ll worry.” “Who?” he hears the medic ask, the ringing getting louder again. “Ilya…” Shane whispers, letting the darkness envelop him again. — The next time Shane regains consciousness, his senses all hit at once. The bright lights, the beeps and drips and shorthand speak of dozens of people, the sharp scent, the distinct feeling of cold air on dried sweat, and most importantly, the pain. “You’re okay, Shane,” a man in scrubs says, mercifully holding up a hand to shield Shane’s eyes from the lights as he looks down at him. “Do you know where you are?” “Hospital?” Shane guesses. “Good job,” he smiles. “Do you remember what happened?” Shane grits his teeth and uses his left hand to try to fumble toward his right shoulder.. “Whoa, buddy, hang on,” the doctor says, grabbing Shane’s left hand and guiding it away again, placing it back on the table. “Do you remember what happened?” Shane tries to shake his head and a lightning bolt of pain shoots down his spine from behind his eyes. He squeezes them shut, suddenly aware of the collar still around his neck. “Relax,” the doctor tells him. “Take some deep breaths.”

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  20. When Shane’s mind gets too loud Ilya finds a way to quite it. And no, it’s not just because he’s fed up with finding the ends of his hoodie strings chewed.

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