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  1. It's Shane and Ilya's first playoffs together, and Ilya keeps finding Shane's food in the toilet. It's probably nothing, right? He'll ask Galina just in case.

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    2026-04-21

    “Just-” Ilya starts, intending to tease, the offer of a massage more about getting Hollander back in a more relaxed headspace than anything else, but then the wire-tight tension in the muscles under his fingers registers, and he frowns, pressing testingly before making a noise of disapproval. “Fuck, Hollander, you are secretly doing crime or what?”

    “What?” Hollander asks, confused, starting to lift his head before Ilya pushes it back down absently, focused now on feeling out the knots Hollander seems to be completely made of. He’s felt tension in Hollander’s shoulders before, usually during coaxing little squeezes while coaching him through learning how to deep throat, but he’s always written it off as nerves from learning something new.

    Now he wonders if Hollander is just nerves, period.

    (the "ilya massages shane" fic inspired by hudson saying that playing shane made him sore because he was so tense all the time)

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  3. It happens six months after their wedding.

    Scott has never been happier in his entire life. Things were amazing for a little while there, so picture-perfect in all areas of his life that it felt almost too good to be true. Too easy. The kind of happiness where you wake up every day asking yourself if it’s actually real, if you can really have this, just like that.

    Turns out you can’t.

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    Scott is injured during a game and has to deal with the fallout.

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  4. It’s not Ilya’s fault that Pork gets out.

    Okay, well, maybe a little bit. But it is almost equally Shane’s fault.

    The facts are thus: Ilya’s home nursing an injury, and Shane’s on a roadie, and maybe he and Shane have managed to get a little codependent after just one season playing together.

    And so, while Ilya was making lunch, he got distracted by his very pretty husband facetiming him from the hotel shower. And perhaps the water evaporated and the noodles caught fire a bit.

    And in the chaos of smoke and fire extinguishers and flinging open every window and door in the house – Well. Pork’s always been a bit of an escape artist.

     

    Or: Shane’s horrible hairless cat gets out and Ilya has to hunt down his least favourite child.

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  5. “Like you could even drive mine, Hollander. Too strong, too powerful for boring man like you,” he bellows, eyes sharp and smoldering. And the implication isn't lost on Shane. “You don't know that,” Shane scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Want to test drive then?” Ilya slides the key fob towards the space between them. When his vodka arrives, Shane's hand darts to grab the glass and downs it all in one go. “You take me,” he says through a grimace. “If I like how it…drives, maybe I'll buy it from you when I steal that Stanley from under your nose,” he mumbles before walking off towards said car. Ilya just cocks a brow up, amused. “Maybe I need to put a muzzle on you, Hollander,” Within the space of a hundred roaring sports cars, Shane Hollander finds his favorite ride.

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  6. The elevator doors dinged open as soon as he pressed the button—the first blessing of the night. Ilya stepped inside, pushed the button for his floor and leaned back against the mirror- covered wall. He pulled out his phone and if he checked his messages it wasn’t because he wanted to see if “Jane” had finally broken his silence; no. It was because— A second before the doors closed, a hand darted through between them, forcing them to hiccup to a stop and slide open again. Ilya rolled his eyes. He really didn’t feel like sharing this one moment of silence he’d earned so he put on the sourest face he could muster to signal his true and honest feelings on any sort of interaction that may be forced upon him. And that’s the look that Shane fucking Hollander got to see as soon as the doors opened again.

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