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    Someone posts a photo of Shane looking very in love with Ilya after the first term of the Irina Foundation's hockey camp.

    Ilya’s grinning, his head bowed towards Shane’s, his hand gripping the back of Shane’s neck. They’re in their kit on the ice.

    Ilya's a little blurry, in motion, but Shane's not. It’s Shane’s face. It’s what his face is doing, it has to be. He’s ducked his head, but it’s still visible. He’s looking at Ilya. Shane’s never seen that look on his own face. He didn’t know it could do that. It’s soft and hungry. His eyes are hot. He’s melting under Ilya’s hand. It’s a smoking fucking gun. There’s a fragment of his love on his face, on Twitter.

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    12 Jul 2026

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    They’ve hooked up like this about half a dozen times by now, maybe more; often enough, apparently, for it to become something Shane eagerly looks forward to. Beat Boston, then get railed by Rozanov. Preferably on all fours.

    He isn’t going to let a tweaked knee get in the way of that, goddammit.

    (In which Shane and Ilya have to be careful with each other during sex for the first time.)
     



    Shane tears his eyes away before Rozanov can say something obnoxious like “Like what you see?” or “Is rude to stare,” but Rozanov is towering over him now, and when Shane drags his gaze up, his entire field of vision is filled with rippling muscles.

    “Jesus Christ,” he mutters.

    “Like what you see?” Rozanov asks, looking down at himself.

    “Yeah,” Shane says, resigned. No point in denying it.

    Warm hands cup his face, tip his head back. “Is rude to stare, you know.”

    Shane allows himself to melt into the touch. “I know.”

    He feels the tension drain from his shoulders the moment their mouths meet.

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    29 Jun 2026

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    January 15, 2017
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    The Montréal Metros are devastated to announce the unexpected and tragic passing of our beloved captain, Shane Hollander, at the age of 25.

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    or, a canon-divergent au in which shane and rose never met, in epistolary format.

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    02 Jun 2026

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    “And this is Svetlana! You guys have a fun hockey connection. She’s BFFs with—ooh. What’s his name again, babe?”

    “Ilya Rozanov,” says Svetlana. Feeling virtuous about it, she offers her hand first. “Don’t tell him I said you have the best hands in the league.”

    Shane’s face is rigid. “Um. I won’t?”

    “Thank you,” she says gravely. “You have saved a life.” Rose laughs, stroking Shane’s arm, and he suddenly remembers Svetlana’s hand is hanging. He takes it limply and disposes of it quick. His eyes look a little wild.

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    22 May 2026

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    Svetlana, just trying to have a normal conversation: why does Shane look lkke I shot him with a gun

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    unconnected hollanov/heated rivalry fics all by the same author (it's me, i'm the author) // blanket permission for translations (posted on ao3/linked), podfics (posted on ao3/linked), art of any kind inspired by the fics in this collection! i would love to know about them though

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    16 May 2026