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  1. “Hollander,” Ilya sighs and comes to sit next to him. “We can't be more. This is all you get.” Shane really tries not to get mad, because yes he understands. This is all he gets. “Yeah, because it's not that it's a guy that is the problem, it's me right?” Ilya frowns. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “You had no problem letting him be all over you today,” Shane is aware of how jealous he sounds. He doesn't care. If this is the last conversation they'll be having, he needs to make sure he says everything. Or, what if Ilya thought Shane was going to bring Rose to the All Stars Game so he brought Svetlana and Sasha with him?

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  2. They were always Rozanov and Hollander. Last names like armor, like the numbers on their backs, 81 and 24, nothing more. Then: tuna melts, ginger ale, and Shane.

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  3. He doesn’t remember any part of that night that didn’t involve Shane. He doesn’t remember the woman’s name, or what she looked like, or even why he didn’t go home with her. All of that was insignificant, a blur that faded into nothingness.

    He only remembers Shane, and then the absence of him.

    (They finally talk about what happened at the club.)

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  4. That girl at the club meant nothing. Shane drunk-texting Ilya at 2 AM means everything.

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    A bandaid for my brain following the Club Scene in episode four.

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  5. Hanahaki disease is not supposed to happen to actual people, sitting on actual stairwells with sweat cooling on their skin, with an actual game in two days that has a sponsorship contract riding on it. It’s not supposed to happen off-screen, without violins and an audience.
    And it definitely isn’t supposed to happen to the first Asian-Canadian MVP of the National Hockey League.
    Shane curls his fingers slowly around the petal, like if he hides it, if he doesn’t look at it, it might stop being real.

    Or: the one where Shane is one of the lucky few humans in the world predisposed to Hanahaki disease. He copes with it as well as you might expect.

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  6. loser, lover by

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    2026-01-18

    Shane Hollander is what you call a prodigy. Incredibly smart. Talented. Captain of the university's hockey team. He has no opponents. That's it, until a mysterious exchange student, Ilya Rozanov makes a surprise appearance. He storms into his life, taking everything Shane has diligently vowed to protect. Even his own heart.

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  7. Wanted to be Normal by

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    Ilya played like shit, he was willing to admit that. He couldn’t get his head out of Hollander’s ass, and even his hits on him were half hearted. Shane scored on him twice, and he had spent the game avoiding the one person he wanted to talk to most. He had written out three texts before the game, and two after, all five were unsent. It felt like groveling to admit there was something missing to be in Montreal and not with Shane. But he had Rose Landry now. *** A new take on the club scene*** Red lights, strobes, the smell of sweat in the air. Bodies on bodies and the smell of alcohol in the air. The perfect place to get his mind off of one Shane Hollander. He hadn’t been able to look at him during the game, too scared of what his own reaction might be. Rose Landry had been at the game, and the announcers were all too happy to put her on the jumbotron often enough that Ilya was starting to think they had a grudge against him. Everytime she was shown she was cheering, showing off her Hollander jersey, or blowing kisses towards Shane. Ilya played like shit, he was willing to admit that. He couldn’t get his head out of Hollander’s ass, and even his hits on him were half hearted. Shane scored on him twice, and he had spent the game avoiding the one person he wanted to talk to most. He had written out three texts before the game, and two after, all five were unsent. It felt like groveling to admit there was something missing to be in Montreal and not with Shane. But he had Rose Landry now. He took his phone out, checking the homescreen willing that the name Jane was there. It wasn’t, he pushed his phone back in his pocket, turning his full attention back to where his team mates were leaning against the bar, chatting up the bartender. He leans in close to the girl, her tits were on display, and Ilya made a show of glancing down and then back up at her, she blushed and asked for his order, he gave it back quickly. A double shot of vodka neat. He didn’t want to remember tonight, needed his mind off Hollander. She placed the drink in front of him, taking his card to start a tab. She waved at someone down the bar, and Ilya followed the wave and his eyes landed on Miles. Rose Landry’s friend. Miles met Ilya’s eyes and picked his hand up in a wave of acknowledgement. If Miles was here, Rose was here, Shane was here. He snatched the glass up and turns around as slowly as he can, his eyes raking across the dance floor, looking at every person. He was praying Shane wasn’t here, that he wasn’t here with Rose, that his own suffering wouldn’t be amplified tonight. He kept his face as firm as possible, trying not to betray the fear in his stomach. His eyes landed on Shane. No. Not here. Not now. His hands were on her waist, her hands were pushing up his shirt, touching his abs, and he was laughing. Why did he never laugh like that around Ilya? Shane never went to clubs. His mouth went dry watching the exchange, gripping the glass he brought it up to his mouth, taking it all in one go. His eyes never leave the couple on the dance floor. A woman comes up to him, draping her arms on his shoulders. “Hey, I could be what you’re looking for so intensely” He rips his gaze off the dance floor to the pretty brunette hanging off of him. He needed a distraction and he needed it now. Give Hollander a taste of his own medicine, he would see him eventually. And his attention would be on this woman. He gave her a smirk and guided her to the dancefloor, positioning her body to rub up against him. He tried to focus on the way her body moved, how she felt under his touch, but his eyes kept drifting to Hollander and Rose. Hollander was glancing around, almost like he was looking for something, and he wasn’t paying much mind to Rose. Ilya pushed his nose into her throat, kissing up the column of it, she moans and rubs back against him appreciatively. The next glance he takes he sees Rose alone with Miles, he picks his head up searching for Hollander, finding him staring at Ilya from across the floor his face was blank but his eyes were following Ilya’s hands as he touched her chest. Good, maybe he would feel the hurt that was plaguing him right now. Shane’s eyes touched Ilya’s for a moment, then he was walking towards him. Nope, time to bail. He couldn’t talk to him right now, one word and his whole facade would crumble. “Gotta go. Bathroom.” He whispers in her ear and she kisses his cheek before finding the next closest available guy and begins grinding on him. Ilya didn't glance back to see how far Hollander had gotten, but he picked up the pace, heading to the bathrooms. The hallway where they are located is shockingly empty, and he is able to slip into one of the private single bathroom rooms, slamming the door behind him and locking it quickly. Did Shane chase him through the club? He goes to the sink, staring at his reflection. He was pathetic, trying not to cry over his hook up having a girlfriend. Images of his hands on her passed through his brain, of her seeing Shane’s face when he cums, getting to kiss him in public, hold his hand. It feels like there is a boulder on his chest and a marble in his throat. He tried to steady himself in the mirror. Shane was with Rose Landry, he didn’t need Ilya anymore. He could be happy with her, in public. But why did it hurt so much? Heavy banging shook him from his despair, someone was knocking on the door. Ilya willed it to go away, closing his eyes. But the knocking just got heavier. “Occupied.” His voice broke and he wiped his face off. The banging stopped momentarily before coming back again. “It’s me, Rozanov. Let me in.” “Occupied.” Shane. It was him banging on the door. He had followed him here. But he couldn’t let him see him like this. “Rozanov, if you don’t let me in, I will wait for you to come out.” Ilya trudged towards the door, pausing to take a deep breath before slipping the lock out of place. Jumping back like it burned him, he slid away from the door and leaned on the sink facing the mirror, he couldn’t face him. Not like this. The door is shoved open roughly, like he was expecting to meet resistance. Shane slipped inside and locked the door behind him, then leaned on it facing Ilya’s back. He could see him in the mirror with his hands in his pockets. Now that he was inside, he must have lost confidence. “What do you want, Hollander?”

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  8. Ilya Rozanov sucked cock the way he played hockey. Fast and dirty, absolutely ruthless, and most infuriatingly — really fucking good. ——— An angsty blowjob where Ilya and Shane both want the same things.

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  9. 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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  10. 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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  11. Ilya’s laugh is loud and delighted and absolutely infuriating. He leans back on his hands, eyes lighting up like Shane just told him the funniest joke ever. “Oh my god,” he says, murmuring something in Russian that’s too quick for Shane’s mind to translate. “You want to have a not- sex competition.” Shane shrugs. “You said I couldn’t resist you so…” “Hollander,” Ilya says fondly, shaking his head, “You have finally lost it.” “Or,” Shane counters, stepping closer, “You’re just not used to losing.” Ilya’s grin widens. He looks Shane up and down, slow and obvious. Shane’s body has never been subtle where Ilya is concerned and he can’t help the heat that floods his cheeks with Ilya’s eyes on him so intensely. “Fine,” Ilya says easily. “We’ll see how long you last.” Shane doesn’t hesitate. “Longer than you will.” ____ 5 times they don’t give in, +1 time someone finally does

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  12. Going to the club is the last thing Shane wants to do. But indulging what he wants is what got him here in the first place, and now he has to do his penance. -- This time, Shane does not leave with Rose.

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  13. 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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  14. Hi. This is Ilya. I will never listen to your voicemail. The greeting wasn’t a joke or an exaggeration—it was the truth. Shane leaves messages anyway, confessions to a digital void that will never judge him, and never push him away. At least, that’s what he thinks.

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  15. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the month of silence, of sleepless nights and unsaid words piling up inside him. Maybe it was the simple, terrifying certainty that if Shane walked away again, it could be for good. That if he didn’t say something now, he never would. Resolve settled heavy in Ilya’s chest. “Shane Hollander,” he breathed unsteadily. “Running away from me again. Starting to hurt my feelings.” or, things go a little bit differently, starting at the club. ilya has spent his whole life afraid, and he's tired of it. or, this is not a love story, but a story about love. featuring crossword puzzles, phone calls, anger, joy, grief, hospitals, first dates, burning houses, ill-timed reveals, sunsets, christmas, birthdays, and excessive use of the word 'boring'. not specifically in that order.

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  16. “I think I need you to kiss me,” Shane bursts out and closes his eyes in defeat. Pre-race psychosis, it is, Ilya thinks. Definitely heatstroke in Austria at the last race weekend. It’s either that or Ilya has trouble hearing. Rising star Shane Hollander asks him for a kiss. He closed the door for this. Or, he is really trying to get under Ilya’s skin for this race. or: Shane races for Williams, Ilya races for Toro Rosso. And rivals are not supposed to help each other out, right?

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  17. Coffee Bean by

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    Shane doesn’t believe in hockey, fate, or men like Ilya Rozanov. Unfortunately, none of them care.

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  18. A squawk, followed by an incensed, “Jesus! It’s Hayden! Hayden Pike! Shane’s best friend? A guy you’ve played against for years?” Oh. This is… not good. Ilya very slowly lowers himself down on the bed, spine straight. “Why are you calling?” Pike huffs. “Trust me, I don’t want to be.” “Okay, then, why? How do you know… Lily?” A beat. Then, “You’re Lily.” Protectiveness rears its ugly head. Severely, Ilya declares, “This is none of your fucking concern.” “He’s asking for you.” OR: when Shane gets hurt on the ice, Hayden Pike reaches out to Boston Lily.

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  19. You can't tell me that Shane didn't reveal a little too much about Ilya while he was in the hospital during E5...here's my take on it.

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  20. “Fuck you Rozanov.” He smirks. Even in the dark, Shane can feel it. The way his mouth quirks up and his eyes widen. “If you ask nicely.” or shane hollander and ilya rozanov are roommates in college who hate each other. until they don’t. ft. reddit, letterboxd, RA scott hunter, tuna melts and late nights.

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