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Troy: How many women have you slept with anyways?
Ilya: ♾️
Luca: That’s just an infinity symbol
Ilya: YesIn which internet discourse ensues, the gay players of the NHL bicker in the group chat, and Shane would just like to get through the weekend without his husband starting another twitter scandal.
- Part 2 of the secret society of stick handlers
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At Scott Hunter night, Ilya gets pulled into a drunken game of truth or dare with Scott and his teammates. “Come on, it’ll be fun,” Vaughn said, elbowing him hard in his side. A pretty woman was cuddled into his side on the couch, Gloria, and she gave a cute little giggle at this. On Vaughn’s other side, another Admiral sat, Huff, who was just rolling his eyes as well. Ilya scowled at him. “Is game for horny teenagers, no?” “So?” Vaughn shot back. “What, can't take the heat, Rozanov?” “I’m in,” Kip said hesitantly from where he is tucked under Hunter’s arm like a little baby bird. Hunter smiled down at him soppily, and something in that adoring look between them softened Ilya. “Fine,” he grumbled, taking a sip of his vodka and averting his gaze. Fuck, but he missed Hollander. “Hell yeah!” Vaughn cheered. “Alright, Scott, it's your night so you get to go first. Truth or dare?” Hunter gave his teammate a half-hearted glare but sat back, expression contemplative. “I guess, truth?” Vaughn smirked, and Ilya felt his spine straightening, his radar for mischief going haywire. Maybe this would be fun after all… “Who said I love you first?” Rozanov let out a booming, incredulous laugh. “Oh my God, Vaughn, you are so boring.” “I was low-balling,” he argued back. “You gotta ease them into asking for the juicy stuff, Rozanov.” He blew a raspberry at him, which made Vaughn give a startled laugh. At the railing, Matti Jalo looked amused. He’d always liked Jalo. His chirps were actually funny, unlike the rest of the old, boring Admiral players. “Fine, Hunter, answer boring question,” Ilya said, waving his hand dismissively. Bennett, who was nursing a soda, shook his head at him, bemused. Ilya winked at him. Bennett wasn't so bad for a goalie. Still weird, and ancient, obviously. Slow. But a decent guy. Hunter looked down at his boyfriend. “I did,” he admitted. “It was, well everything happened pretty quickly, for us.” Ilya fought the urge to roll his eyes again. Hunter was just as lame as he’d always suspected. He shoved the ball of envy back down his throat, pummeling it back into place. “Booo, next,” he said instead. Hunter bristled a little at that, but Kip laid a quelling hand on his arm, giving Ilya a searching look. He looked very pretty, actually, with his slightly mussed hair and lined eyes. A little sexy, even. He wondered how Hollander would react, if he showed up with eyeliner on… Ilya filed the thought away for another time, glancing between Hunter and Kip and the rest of the Admirals who had turned up here to support them. They were all still a little suspicious of him. Even as he sat here in a gay bar in Las Vegas, playing a kid’s game with them, while the rest of the league's best and brightest stayed away. He couldn't really blame them. He understood the wariness. Hunter glared a little but then relented, casting his eyes to Bennett. “Eric,” he said. “Truth or dare?” Bennett shifted and asked for a dare, and Ilya couldn't help but study him, wondering what truth he was hiding from. Though, he could probably guess. He kept playing with his wedding ring, and he was like a thousand years old. His money was on the wife or retirement. Maybe both. Bennett was dared to go and dance with someone for thirty seconds, which he did with absolutely zero shame, sidling up to the first guy who batted their eyes at him while they all stood at the railing, cheering him on. It seemed that Bennett liked them young, and pretty, and well, male. Interesting. Bennett's cheeks had a light dusting of pink on them as he returned to the cheers of the table, sliding back into his seat with a sheepish grin. The truths were mundane, the dares barely even risqué. Until, suddenly, Hunter was turning to him, and there was this look in his eyes, slightly knowing, a lot smug. Ilya had chosen dare. Bennett wasn't the only one hiding from uncomfortable truths. “I dare you to call Hollander, on speakerphone, and use a pickup line on him.” He felt his eyebrows rise as the table all burst out laughing. That felt… very targeted.
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“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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Appeasing the Hockey Gods by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-22
Carter Vaughn believed in the Hockey Gods the way other people believed in weather forecasts. You didn’t have to like them. You didn’t have to understand them. But if you ignored them, if you scoffed or got careless, you were going to get soaked without an umbrella and then act surprised about it. Carter had been playing hockey long enough to know better. So when Scott Hunter goes on a hot streak after changing his pre-game routine he has to find out more.
Scott Hunter realizes that maybe it's ok to let his friends in a little and introduces them to Kip as his friend who makes him smoothies.
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Scott must be confused as hell if he was asking for Kip. Especially in front of his teammates. Kip should say no, that he was a friend from outside New York. He lived in Vancouver or Hawaii or England. Scott was quite literally concussed, he didn’t actually want his ex-boyfriend showing up. It had been made abundantly clear that Kip and Scott’s friend groups would not be meeting each other.
“I—yeah. What hospital is he at?” Kip said.
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Scott: I’ve been getting asked if it’s me. I considered denying but if we all deny and one person doesn’t, that sort of gives their identity away and I’m not sure they want that.
Ilya: Everyone thinks is me. My agent asked if I want to comment too
Scott: Wait, it's not you?
Ilya: Maybe 🤔 Or maybe not 🤪
Eric: What?Or: When Adrian Dela Cruz reveals he dated an NHL player, chaos and damage control ensue. A story told through texts, tweets, and one pretentious Variety article.
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“So.” Shane started, he huffed a shy little laugh and found it odd, why was he being this way? “Sooo?” Ilya drawled and began to saunter over to his husband. Shane took a step back when Ilya neared him. Ilya didn’t stop, and Shane ended up pressed against the door. “How exhausted are you?” Ilya asked, and Shane noticed the tell-tale smirk. “Not at all. You?” Ilya shook his head in response, “Nope.” His hands slid up the door, caging Shane in, which made him swallow thickly. “I want to make love to you tonight, Hollander.” Shane’s entire body buzzed with anticipation and joy. “But first…do you want more cake?” Shane swooped in to kiss him, because he just needed to, or else he’d burst, “Yes. Cake. Then come ravage me.”
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After six years of marriage, Shane and Ilya enter the next chapter of their life together... parenthood.
- Part 1 of Life After Hockey
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“Did you see this?” Ilya passed his phone to Shane, who frowned in confusion. “You are the leading theory.”
“The leading theory for what?” he still frowned, trying to read the excerpt of Adrian's book as fast as possible. Ilya could tell the moment that he got excited, an inability to resist such juicy gossip. “Wait, Adrian Dela Cruz dated someone in the NHL?”
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As the third period got underway, Shane started to truly regret his decision to play that night.
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