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  1. Shane’s bad luck has been causing little fires everywhere. Literally. The local firefighter who keeps coming to his rescue is incredibly hot. Not that it matters.

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  2. Still, there’s something that sticks in his chest about all of this, feeling like somehow, he’s failed. Baby should have turned on her own by now. What is he doing wrong? Everything else about the pregnancy so far has been textbook. He’s done everything right- his diet, his exercise routine, prenatal yoga, Lamaze class, protein shakes, oil massages- Seriously, he's done every single thing the pregnancy books advised him to do. He hasn’t missed a single one. Yet, somehow, he’s failed at this. And this is pretty fucking important. If she’s not head down, he can’t safely deliver her. And if he can’t do that- Christ. Shane exhales again, rubbing his hands deliberately over the aching stretch of skin on his belly. He pushes against her stubborn little foot, low on his side. “Why don’t you wanna flip, little girl?” he asks softly, brows furrowed. “I did the stupid elephant walk and I burned moxa at my feet. I’ve done the stretches, I let your dad massage my belly, I’ve tried everything. What am I doing wrong, hm?” -or, shane is 36wks pregnant with their first baby, and she's being stubborn about flipping head down-

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  3. Ilya Rozanov is leaving behind Russia and going to Canada. Lucky for him, he gets to stay with a new family. But once he meets Shane Hollander, sparks fly and he starts suspecting that Shane is more than what he seems. AKA: And They Were Alpha/Omega Roommates!

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  4. Oh no, Shane thought. Oh God. No. Ignoring his clammy palms, he scanned the tiny hotel room, wondering where he could even lay his bag. Then, after a breathtaking second, he forced his eyes to meet Rozanov’s. With a mischievous smirk, Rozanov was sitting casually on the only bed, arm draped over the pillows—including the pillow that Shane had to sleep on. And Rozanov’s muscular chest and arms were on full, shameless display. Shane might just die. “So,” Rozanov said, “you and me, we sleep together?” Or: Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov were stuck in the same hotel room in Saskatchewan after the International Prospect Cup ended—and there was only one bed.

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  5. But against all odds, Ilya gets a cup for his new team before Shane’s retirement, their rivalry now more intense before his rival falls off the face of the earth. Then, one Stanley cup – after three decades of not bringing home any banners, Ilya Rozanov finally helps win them a Cup– The TV shuts off, effect disconcerting as two familiar silhouettes sit on a couch, a curly mop of hair and a neatly combed back wolfcut. A tiny, bald head comes into view when Ilya turns, encasing a baby in his arms, so cute and pudgy and under no dispute is definitely a Hollander-Rozanov. “...What?” he asks with a grin, a mildly annoyed expression on Shane’s face. Shane reaches out to close hands over the baby’s ears, “You watch your back, Rozanov,” he mumbles threateningly, “The moment I return on ice, your winning streak is over,” ; Ilya gets Shane pregnant. A happy accident if anything.

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  6. Five times Shane Hollander worn Ilya Rozanov's Jersey.

    And one time he wore 'their' jersey.

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  7. The room went quiet for exactly three seconds before it erupted. "Holy shit, Rozanov has a date!" "Who is she?" "How long has this been going on?" "Is she hot?" Ilya let them speculate, keeping his expression carefully neutral as he finished changing. This was the game he'd gotten good at over the past year: deflecting without lying, misdirecting without being obvious about it. His teammates were good guys, but they didn't need to know. Couldn't know. Nobody could know that Ilya Rozanov's Valentine's Day plans involved Shane Hollander. Or, Hollanov are still a secret, Shane is making an exception on his diet, and Ilya has something to celebrate.

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  8. He feels wild, untethered, something inside him like an animal rattling its cage, pacing, ripping the plaster off the walls. Like he’s a bug in a jar and he’s the one shaking it and nothing makes sense anymore, but also… looking at Ilya, the best hockey player in the world, struggling to get his clothes off fast enough for his liking, maybe everything does. After the day they just had, the boys take care of each other. (A continuation of the last scene in Ep. 6)

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  9. Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov had been household names for years, yet the media still treated them like gladiators thrown into an arena for public entertainment. Hollywood had never manufactured a rivalry this blatant before—and of course they were the guinea pigs. The blueprint. The cautionary tale in the making. The money was obscene. The roles were constant. And the studios? They were practically frothing at the mouth. If Shane landed a blockbuster, Ilya was mysteriously cast in a competing one within days. Rival studios loved the drama, the headlines, the built‑in war. And if Ilya was favored to win at the box office against Shane, well then, who was Ilya to complain about it? Boring Canadian: Got to go BC: Text you later? Ilya: Okay Ilya: Don’t get hard thinking of me blowing you BC: Fuck you! Ilya: You’re hard, aren’t you? BC: … Ilya: My good little slut BC: TURNING OFF MY PHONE NOW!!!!!!!! ---- Or Shane and Ilya have a complicated work-life relationship, and it becomes so much more than either of them could have ever imagined.

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  10. Shane Hollander shows up to university excited for another year of being the best at what he does. Unfortunately, the man who beat him at last year's World Prospect Cup is also there, and Ilya Rozanov hasn't gotten any less annoying. Or any worse at hockey. Now if only Shane could focus on the ice, and stop thinking about nice hands, pretty lips, and the sound of his name in a Russian accent. OR: They play together in college, and discoveries are made.

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  11. Shane Hollander knew three things for certain: He looked great in tailored suits, deadlines were negotiable if you were charming enough and Ilya Rozanov had never looked at him the way Shane wanted. But that was about to change. or, the office siren Shane x hot boss Ilya fic, in which Shane makes it his mission to get under his hot boss' skin by obnoxiously flirting with him and maybe -just maybe- it's working

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  12. The internet is strange and chaotic and full of things no one bothers to explain. Ilya Rozanov loves it anyway. OR The one where Ilya learns a new viral phrase from TikTok. February 2022 "Will you please get off your phone?" Shane glares at the phone Ilya is holding while lying down in their bed. He glances away from his screen to look at his beautiful husband who is looking very grumpy. "Is someone a little jealous?" Ilya taunts, lifting his eyebrows teasingly. Shane rolls his eyes and rolls over, giving his back to Ilya. "No, I need to sleep and I can't do that if you're watching that stupid clock app." Shane grumbles and Ilya can't help but smile at his husband’s annoyance. "I will put my headphones on so you can get your beauty sleep." He replies, climbing out of bed to find them. Shane rolls onto his back to watch his husband walk across the room, glaring at him. "You're serious?" Shane demands angrily. Ilya looks over his shoulder at him and hesitates with his hand in his bag, "I am not tired yet." Ilya replies like he doesn't understand why Shane is so upset with him. Shane scoffs and rolls back to his side and closes his eyes. He's obviously angry and upset with Ilya. Ilya furrows his brows and stares at his husband. He doesn't want to make him angry so he abandons the headphones and makes his way back to bed, setting his phone down on the bedside table before lying down. Shane scoots infinitesimally away from Ilya as he climbs in. Ilya narrows his eyes in annoyance that his husband is trying to get away from him. He wastes no time wrapping his arm around Shane's waist and tugging him towards him, cuddling him against him tightly. Shane opens his mouth to protest but it quickly turns into a soft gasp when Ilya kisses his neck while trailing his hands down Shane's abs before settling on the waistline of his boxer briefs. "Is my husband feeling neglected?" Ilya whispers against Shane's skin. Shane shivers and nods, words clearly evading him. Ilya starts kissing toward his mouth and Shane turns to give him his lips. Ilya can't help but teasing him though, instead shifting so he hovers over Shane, kissing along his chest instead of giving him the kiss he's now desperate for based on how he groans in frustration. Ilya smiles against Shane's skin, happy that after all these years together that Shane is still desperate for him...that Ilya is just as desperate for Shane. He is a bit surprised that Shane is feeling neglected though when only an hour ago Ilya was on his knees in the shower with his cock in his mouth, but he's not going to complain. Especially when Shane is making the sounds he's making. "Ilya..." Shane groans in annoyance when Ilya licks along the waistband of his boxer briefs. Ilya opens his eyes to see Shane staring at him with hooded, lust-filled eyes that also are filled with so much love it still overwhelms Ilya. "Is okay Shane. I will take care of you now." He promises and then yanks Shane's underwear down, exposing his hard, leaking cock. Ilya immediately starts showing Shane just how un-neglected he is and only minutes later Shane is gasping Ilya's name reverently as he falls apart for him. With one last soft kiss to the tip of Shane's cock, Ilya carefully places Shane's underwear back in place before sliding up to kiss Shane softly on the lips. He's still breathing hard and his eyes are closed, obviously exhausted which is no surprise after the game they had tonight against Florida. "Just give me a minute and I'll take care of you." Shane mumbles sleepily and Ilya can't help but kiss him softly. "Is okay. Just sleep, Любимый." Ilya tells him. Shane squints his eyes open. "I swear if you're just trying to get me to fall asleep so you can watch stupid videos all night, I'm not going to have sex with you ever again." Ilya can't help but laugh. He had no plans of doing that but he can't stop himself from teasing Shane. "Lies. You would not last more than 12 hours without my cock." Shane narrows his eyes, "Of course I would. Do you not remember how you ghosted me for 6 months after the first time we had sex? I can last without it for more than 12 hours." He teases, but the words still hit Ilya right in the heart. He hates that he did that to Shane. He opens his mouth to apologize again for doing that when Shane stops him with a searing kiss banishing the words from his mouth. "Things are different now. You would not last 12 hours." Ilya says when he pulls away still arguing his point. Shane rolls his eyes, "Yeah, well neither could you!" He argues. "I am not the one who threatened to withhold sex." Ilya replies. "I would never do that to you." He adds and Shane's face fills with guilt. Ilya kisses him, not wanting him to feel guilty, especially when they both know Shane's threat was never going to last. "Besides, I wasn't going to touch my phone for the rest of the night. Only you as we fall asleep." Ilya whispers against Shane's lips. "You're still as hard as a rock, Ilya. Let me take care of you." Shane pulls away to look into Ilya's eyes. "Please." He adds and Ilya can't say no to him. Why would he, when he's looking at him the way he is and saying such pretty words. "Okay." He concedes and the next thing he knows Shane is pushing him onto his back and kissing down his body determined to make Ilya forget all about that stupid clock app that Shane is beginning to really hate. "Okay, I like it...Picasso!" Ilya shouts as he jumps on Troy and Shane in celebration of Troy's goal. Troy laughs and shakes his head at Ilya, while Shane looks at him like he's lost his mind. "What did you just say?" Shane asks as they skate toward the bench to give high fives to their teammates. Ilya smiles wide, "It's from a video I saw earlier today on TikTok." He explains and Shane sighs and rolls his eyes in annoyance. "I don't get it." Shane grumbles. "It’s a video of people decorating a car for an art project, and a guy walking by says, ‘Okay, I like it…Picasso!’” Ilya explains and Shane furrows his brows. "What the fuck kind of videos

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  13. The internet is strange and chaotic and full of things no one bothers to explain. Ilya Rozanov loves it anyway. OR The one where Ilya gets to participate in his first TikTok Trend, much to Shane’s dismay. June 2022 “I can’t believe Harris is making us do this. Why did you have to agree?” Shane grumbles as he sits on the couch watching Ilya set up his phone on a tripod. “Is going to be fun, you will see.” Ilya says with a smile as he presses play on the recording and moves to sit down next to his husband who looks like he wants to be anywhere else. “Do you remember how to play?” Ilya turns and asks Shane who rolls his eyes, “Yes, Ilya. Now can we get this over with please?” Shane grumbles with annoyance and Ilya tries to brush it off. He’s been acting strange all day but Ilya thinks it’s just because he’s stressed about playoffs. “Okay, do you want to start?” Ilya asks and Shane narrows his eyes, giving him a Does it look like I want to start? look so Ilya sighs and turns to the camera and smiles wide before starting the game. "He's a 10 but…he's from Canada." Ilya starts out with a wink and turns to Shane who does not look amused. "Okay well he's a 10 but…he's from Russia." Shane replies with a glare. "Really creative, мой лепесток." Ilya laughs before continuing, "He's a 10 but…his favorite drink is ginger ale." "He's a 10 but…he tastes like cigarettes." Shane scrunches his nose in disgust while Ilya narrows his eyes at him before turning to the camera. "I do not smoke." He says and Shane is about to argue when Ilya covers his mouth with his hand and continues, "Often. Not anymore." He finishes and Shane licks his hand and Ilya pulls it away quickly. "Okay let's see...he's a 10 but he has a weak backhand." Ilya smiles smugly as he turns to Shane who glares at him playfully. "He's a 10 but he hates Rose Landry." Shane smiles smugly and Ilya's smile falls from his face. "What? You do!" Shane shrugs and Ilya looks directly into the camera. "I do not hate Rose Landry. I just do not appreciate that she tried to steal you from me." Ilya glares playfully at the camera knowing that if Rose sees this video she'll know he's kidding. It's been many years since her and Shane were together and it is water under the bridge now. Shane just likes to provoke Ilya still because as long ago as it was, Ilya is still jealous. He can't help it. "She did not try to steal me away from you. You and I weren't even together when we started dating!" Shane replies defensively and Ilya turns his head to look at him with disbelief. "Okay fine. If we are going to play this game then he's a 10 but he ran away crying like a scared little baby when I made him a tuna melt." Shane's mouth drops open. "Seriously? I've apologized for that multiple times!" He shouts. Ilya shrugs in response. "Fine. He's a 10 but he ghosted me for 6 months after he fuc-." Ilya put his hand over Shane's mouth again to stop him from finishing that sentence and stops the video. His eyes flare with anger as he turns to Shane. "What the fuck was that?" He demands, dropping his hand from Shane's mouth. He doesn't understand how the fun silly game he wanted to play turned into this? Apparently Shane has much more underlying contempt than Ilya could ever imagine. "You started it!" Shane accuses and Ilya leans back away from Shane with confusion, trying to think back on what he said in the video that caused this. "Because I joked about you having a weak backhand?" He asks in confusion because he's almost positive that is what triggered Shane. Ilya can see Shane filtering through their back and forth and sees the moment he realizes that he's the one who started it, not Ilya. "Fuck. I'm the one who started it." Shane says in realization. "I'm sorry! I don't know why I snapped like that." He adds reaching for Ilya. Ilya lets him grab his hand. "Usually you don't care when I joke about your backhand, but if it upsets you that much I can -" Shane kisses Ilya, cutting off his words. "No. I know you're joking. I don't care." Shane says when he pulls away. Ilya frowns. "Then did I do something else to make you upset?" He asks with worry. Shane sighs and rests his forehead against Ilya's, squeezing tightly on his hand like he's scared Ilya is going to let go. "God, this is going to sound insane." Shane whispers. Ilya tenses and tries to keep his anxiety under control. Shane pulls away and looks at Ilya then takes a deep breath. "I had a dream last night." He says. Ilya furrows his brow in confusion. "What?" He asks. Shane sighs and looks up at the ceiling for a moment before looking at Ilya again. "I had a dream that you married Svetlana after all...while I was dating Rose." Shane admits and Ilya is too stunned to speak. Shane is upset with him because of a dream? After a long bout of silence Shane says, "Will you please say something?" Ilya blinks as he tries to come up with something to say but all he can do is laugh. Shane watches him carefully for a moment before relaxing and joining him in laughter. "You are insane but I love you." Ilya says with a shake of his head as he pulls Shane into his lap and kisses him roughly. "I love you too." Shane moans into Ilya's mouth as he tugs Ilya's shirt up and over his head before crashing his lips back onto his. After a few minutes, Shane drops to the ground in front of Ilya and pulls down his pants. He groans when he realizes Ilya is commando and immediately leans down to give the head of his cock a soft kiss and lick. Ilya sucks in a sharp breath as he tangles his fingers into Shane's hair. Shane moans at the feeling of Ilya's hands. "Fuck my mouth." Shane begs. Ilya groans in satisfaction and takes control, fucking Shane's mouth like he requested.

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  14. Devour was a good word for what Ilya wanted to do to Shane. Eat. Devour. Rolled off the tongue. But he hated that he could not think of an English word to convey the resonant, drilling consonants ringing in his brain when he kissed Shane with depth and hunger bordering on cannibalistic. The consonants in the Russian word that meant an act between consume and gobble up, with hard zh and rolling r sounds, were a crunch so delicious he could chew on it forever. Sometimes Shane felt like that. Like the crunchiest, most delicious hard candy in the mouth. God, the stupid fucking English. or Ilya thinks in English. With Russian subtitles.

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  15. Lily: This is the kind of thing we could be more obvious with. Lily: Miked up 👀 Lily: We could talk wedding plans during the game. ——— * The league decides the next Montreal v. Ottawa game should be Mic'd Up. * After, Shane and Ilya talk jealousy and make a sex tape. * Years later, the Pikes make amends for the FanMail debacle.

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  16. Based very loosely on events from The Long Game that my brain wanted to put into the first book, somewhere between Shane’s injury, and before Scott Hunter wins the cup - for maximum angst, obviously.

    What if Ilya’s plane had actually crashed? And what if it had happened before he and Shane had the chance to confess their love and know what it was like to be together.

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    A fic so I could write a really needy Shane who can't hide his feelings anymore, and an Ilya who is faced with the undeniable truth that someone cares for him.

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  17. It's perfectly reasonable to put on a suit to meet your rival/first time hookup. Based on a tweet I found, wondering what would happen if Shane hadn't realized how silly putting on a suit to meet Ilya would be. (Title: Magnolia by Meadowglade)

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  18. If he didn’t hate him enough before, he surely did now. The two were posing for a campaign. As captains of the two most beloved NHL teams, the two were more than happy to oblige. Well, their coaches at least. Calvin Klein. Out of all the brands they could had chosen. Fortunately for them, they had wanted to sponsor their new campaign. Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov. Do you have your calvin’s on? or- the hudcon gq magazine but if it was hollanov sprinkled with the vegas scene

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  19. Shane and Ilya have been dating for months, and while they do good putting on the show of rivalry, their performance is beginning to put too much stress on Shane. Ilya takes notice, and does everything within his power to ensure that his boyfriend doesn't have to worry about anything or think about anything except for the love and care that they share.

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  20. Ilya plans to win the Stanley cup and knows exactly how he wants to celebrate. OR While teasing Shane, Ilya shares a fantasy where his boyfriend wears a Rozanov jersey. Shane struggles with the conflicting feelings this fantasy evokes. -- Ilya pulled one hand to Shane’s knee and began to walk his fingers up the man’s thigh, now playing at nonchalance, even as his voice deepened. He held Shane’s gaze, capturing his full attention. “Imagine it. I finish the game, I celebrate on ice with my team, I hold the Cup up for cameramen to get good shot of me. I go to the press conference. I go to the after party… Then I come home…” “And I’m in your bed wearing only a Rozanov jersey, yeah? Number eighty-one?” Ilya grinned, dropping another open-mouthed kiss on Shane’s belly, never breaking eye contact. “I knew you would understand.”

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