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    After tuna melts and their first night actually sleeping together, Ilya asks Shane for more. Shane agrees, not knowing that this was Ilya's way of asking him out.

    Comination of written fic and texting fic.

    The text scrolls!

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    28 Jun 2026

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    I feel like he truly only likes me for my ass, Shane thinks. But thankfully, there’s just enough of his brain-to-mouth filter still working well enough to translate that to, “I feel like she truly only likes me for my dick. But maybe I wanna cuddle after or some shit. Is that a crime?”

    “Absolutely not, Hollander. You should get all the cuddles you want after a good fuck.” Cliff raises his glass and winks.

    He can't believe he's really just talking to Rozanov’s teammate and friend about him. Not that he knows it’s about Rozanov, but still. 

    Shane's never having vodka ever again. But for now, he’ll let it lower his inhibitions—if only to get all of this off his chest. Maybe then it’d stop fucking aching.

    shane strikes up an unlikely friendship with cliff marleau after he walks out of ilya’s penthouse suite in vegas feeling worthless. it’s all fairly innocent at first, until a threesome with shane and a woman awakens something in cliff that he’s never even thought about before. he confides in ilya without revealing who his secret gay awakening was, but ilya connects the dots anyway and goes on a jealous rampage before finally confronting his feelings for shane.

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    27 Jun 2026

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    All he could think about was the fact that the shower was still running.

    Ilya Rozanov was in the bathroom.

    One single closed door stood between him and them, and there was nothing Shane could do to stop the inevitable from happening. His dad was still talking, still acting like they weren’t seconds from impact, and Shane was having a panic attack. That was the only way to explain it, the sudden weight on his chest, shortness of breath. He went through the motions of flipping open the lid of his suitcase and pulling his charger out of its dedicated pocket, all while his lungs were collapsing.

    How was he going to explain this?

     

    or... Yuna and David find out the truth about the boys in their rookie year, it still takes them forever to pull their heads out of their asses

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    21 Jun 2026

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    Welcome! to my very first Hollanov fic! A soulmates and D/s AU smooshed into one because why not? In a world where soul bound pairs are practically non-existent, you will be SHOCKED to discover which two boys will defy such odds... zero points for correct guesses.
    This is my first time writing anything in this type of universe so I'll be taking some liberties, but I promise to at least abide by my own rules.
    Comments fuel me so please share your thoughts 💙💛

    And enjoy!

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    17 Jun 2026

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    And yeah, Shane knew that Ilya hadn’t been okay last time he was in Russia, but Ilya had had the very real excuse of a funeral to blame things on. Ilya had downplayed it as much as he could, and Shane hadn’t been there, he’d heard the fatigue and he’d seen Ilya’s tired smile, but he hadn’t felt the way Ilya’s hands were cold the entire time he was there, hadn’t seen through the screen the way Ilya dropped eight pounds in three weeks, hadn’t kept time when there were twenty hours in Ilya’s day instead of something closer to sixteen. Or, on the flip side, for the week or two after, when there had been approximately ten conscious hours in a day.

    It was one thing to see something. It was another to feel it in your hands.

    Ilya and Shane are so, so happy for their first year married. They’re playing in Ottawa together, they’re fucking winning, they’re together and out.

    So now, after a year, Ilya should be fine. He should be great. He should not be flinching at small noises or nearly punching people off the clock or feeling like he’s drowning whenever he’s not on the ice.

    Or: Ilya Rozanov, meet your PTSD.

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    15 Jun 2026