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Out of Frame 6,533. Complete.

Shane does a photoshoot for an athletic magazine. Ilya is not in fact okay about it.

Jane 17,258. Complete.

Shane wears Ilya’s jersey….and Ilya? Ilya short-circuits so hard he nearly forgets how to stand.

Ilya Rozanov's #1 Fanboy 5,111. Complete.

Ilya brings his phone closer to his face in spite of himself, heat licking up his belly. Because that’s Shane. Wearing Boston merch. Face red and annoyed but unmistakably amused, his teammate’s hands grabbing at his arms to keep him in the shot with his shirt dragged up - no, not dragged up - there’s no bottom half. At all. Shane Hollander is in the Metros locker room right now wearing a Raiders crop top.

looks like your #1 fanboy got lost rozanov!!!

After winning a highly-anticipated night of faceoffs, Ilya receives unintentionally sexy photos of Shane completing a bet with his team. Obviously he’s gonna tell him to bring the crop top over for their hookup tonight. Obviously Shane’s gonna stumble his way through figuring out why they both find him wearing Ilya's name so hot.

wanna get stuck in your head 31,048. Complete.

He only realizes he’s doing it when it’s too late to stop.

He’s standing in the drink aisle of the grocery store, checking the expiration dates on the cans of Coke, mentally cross-checking them with Boston’s away game schedule, and the reality hits him like someone shook one of those cans and popped it open. A snap. A fizz. A mess.

Shane is making space for Ilya.

(or, lessons in budget-friendly shopping, home decor, and resisting the urge to neatly combine all your situationship’s shit into a drawer in your bedroom because you might be falling in love with him: a seven-ish step guide by shane hollander, who is so, so fucked)

one sunday morning 8,540. Complete.

At that moment, Ilya knew he was hallucinating, and that he’d hit his head a lot harder than he thought.

Because here was Shane fucking Hollander— in his fucking kitchen, wearing his fucking clothes. He was making borscht.

“What the fuck,” Ilya croaked.

(Ilya takes a rough hit. Shane is there to take care of him.)

some pacific wind 8,793. Complete.

Someone’s posted a shaky video from the stands, just behind the whole altercation. It’s close enough to catch the snarl on Rozanov’s face as he charges up the steps. He’s so pretty, Shane thinks faintly. The video starts too late to show what set him off, but it catches the tail end of what the man is yelling, the things he's saying about Shane, before pivoting to calling Rozanov a cunt and bitch and a pussy instead.

Rozanov drops his gloves for Shane. He wishes he could just be grateful, but it feels a little bit like the end of the world.

Canon-Divergent:

matter of fact, i caught you looking back 19,326. Complete.

“No,” he says, smiling gently, like he doesn't know how irritating he's being. “Is my room first, da? You should speak with front desk.” Hollander stares at him. And then he starts to laugh. “You ask the front desk,” he shoots back, in between his odd wheezes. Ilya's heart starts to pound in double time, because this is not—this cannot be Shane Hollander playing bed chicken with him. Their competitiveness is fierce, to be certain, but surely, Hollander would be the bigger person, no? “This is my fucking room, Rozanov. Wild horses couldn't drag me away.”

OR: Ilya's apartment is under construction. Shane's in town for a game. It'd be a shame if they somehow had the same hotel room.

[or, or: we need some more goddamn 'there was only one bed' out here.]

home economics 38,174. Complete.

The Swiss National League doesn’t care about the legendary Hollander-Rozanov rivalry. When the MLH can’t negotiate with the Hockey Players’ Union in time to prevent a hockey lockout at the start of the 2015 season, the Zürich Lions jump at the chance to sign both Shane and Ilya to short-term contracts. For four months in Switzerland, they share a team, a line, a house, and a bed.

Then the lockout ends in January, and it’s time to go back. Back to different countries, cities, lives. Beds.

Reentry is harder than expected.

frequently, secretly fond of each other 165,563. Ongoing.

Nobody knows why Shane Hollander dropped out of the 2009 draft at the last second, and a year later it stuns the whole hockey world when he's signed by the Boston Raiders. Having the two biggest stars in the league on the same line is great for Boston - but playing alongside their worst rival was never exactly in Shane or Ilya's plans. Especially not when staying away from each other starts to feel just as impossible as getting along.

Not How It Happened 43,741. Complete.

Ilya Rozanov has a plan: the girl, the hotel, the clean exit. The plan does not survive first contact with Shane Hollander sitting alone in a corner booth looking spaced out and possibly drugged

I Keep You Safe 31,132. Ongoing.

How did he let this happen?

Shane's not sure.

One moment, he was on the gym floor not staring at Rozanov's gorgeous sweaty body. Then Shane was standing up, but his legs were weak for some god forsaken reason and Rozanov was there, just an arm around his waist to keep him upright, and now…

Well.

Now Shane's on his knees on the floor of Ilya Rozanov's shower.

Or

Heated Rivalry, but the boys are forced to have an honest conversation around 8 years earlier than they do in canon.

Before the Door Closes 45,716. Complete.

After their engagement, Ilya and Shane return to Russia under the cover of the Irina Foundation, knowing it may be the last time Ilya ever sets foot there. What waits for him is not closure, but grief, memory, and a past he learned to survive by becoming quiet and hard.

It isn’t about going back to the life he escaped.

It’s about one final goodbye—to the place that shaped him, and to the mother he never stopped missing.

With Shane beside him—steady, patient, and fiercely careful—Ilya faces grief he’s spent years surviving, old fear that still lives in his bones, and the quiet truth he’s been avoiding:

some doors don’t close cleanly… but you can still choose how to leave them.

This is a story about grief, survival, and choosing a future where home is no longer a place, but a person.

To only ever know the cold 26,829. Complete.

Svetlana knows about Jane. It's frankly insulting for Ilyusha to think otherwise.

She just never expected to have to call him for help. During the Olympics. In Russia. In the dead of night.

-

Or, it's Sochi 2014 and Russia has lost to Latvia. Grigori Rozanov, not yet compromised by illness, punishes his son for shaming the family. When Svetlana finds an injured and emotionally fragile Ilya, she knows she needs somewhere safe for him to recover. And there's only one person in Russia who Sveta trusts with her Ilyusha: Canada's Golden Boy, Shane Hollander.

i really hope you're gonna get out soon 24,969. Complete.

Sochi Olympics, 2014.

"MASSIVE ICLOUD HACK REVEALS PRIVATE PHOTOS, MESSAGES, VIDEOS OF HUNDREDS OF OLYMPIC ATHLETES"

Ilya feels a trickle of unease down his spine. He shakes it off impatiently as he clicks on the article.

Better Days to Come 38,822. Complete.

Refusing to let Ilya ruin his career by signing with Ottawa, Shane chooses to really give their relationship a try and moves to Boston to live with Ilya and become a Raider. What follows is enough public scrutiny and backlash from his team that it has him questioning if he made the right decision. Until moments with Ilya and the Raiders show him exactly why he chose correctly.

love in exile has nowhere to go 22,904. Complete.

“We’ve made a trade,” Coach announces. “For Shane Hollander.”

It’s like the ground drops out from beneath Ilya, and his heart falls from his chest. It tumbles past rock bottom, down to the cavern that shattered open inside of him on that night five years ago. The night when Ilya walked away from Hollander for the last time.

He can’t breathe.

(Or: Shane doesn’t get hurt, they break up, and they don’t talk for five long years. Until Shane is traded to Ottawa.)

Home Ice Advantage 51,933. Complete.

“You’re going to Boston.”

Long after Farah hangs up, the words keep echoing in Shane’s head. If he had thought his thoughts had been chaotic this morning, when his biggest problem had been his rival potentially fucking him when he came to Montreal in two weeks, that’s nothing compared to the code-red panic that started the instant he found out he was being traded to Rozanov’s team.

Rozanov, who was supposed to be his great career rival. Rozanov, who he’s hooked up with twice now. Rozanov, who had been planning on coming to Shane’s apartment in Montreal to fuck him the next time they saw each other. God, how on Earth is Shane going to walk into his locker room in Boston in a few days time?

The impending awkwardness of dealing with Rozanov is almost enough to eclipse the hurt he’s trying to ignore. The knowledge that Montreal values him so little that they’re willing to dispose of him only six months into his rookie season. Almost, but not quite.

-

Or, Shane gets traded to Boston AU.

back and forth from new york 227,671. Ongoing.

After coming out to Rose, Shane decides he doesn't want to lie anymore, even if he isn't sure coming out will mean he gets happily ever after with Ilya. When coming out to the Voyageurs leaves him wondering what his future in Montreal might look like, he lets himself be a little selfish, he lets himself wonder if there might be somewhere else he might be happy. If Montreal wants to get rid of a generational player, he's not about to stop them, especially if it means he can get a little closer to joy.

Or: Shane Hollander leaves Montreal in search of something better.

i've been stuck now so long (we just got the start wrong) 17,420. Complete.

The second time Shane Hollander wakes up on November 16th, he has a panic attack.

The problem is — he tries to explain through gasped breaths after Hayden basically knocks down his door, shouting that they’re going to miss their flight — the thing is, Shane’s already woken up on November 16th. He’s already flown to Boston. He’s already been to practice, and he’s checked into the hotel, and he has lived this day before.

He doesn’t mention that he’s also already fucked Ilya Rozanov twice and had a fucking tuna melt that Rozanov made and drank the ginger ale that Rozanov bought specifically for him. He doesn’t mention that they’d snuggled on the couch watching TV like some kind of couple, like boyfriends.

He doesn’t mention that he fell asleep thinking about how Ilya — fuck, no, thinking about how Rozanov had called him sweetheart and Shane, and that, even now, he can’t quite get the cadence of Ilya’s voice out of his head.

Or: After the tuna melt fiasco, Shane Hollander wakes up in a time loop.

After Hours 26,489. Ongoing.

Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander have hated each other for three seasons. kind of hate where Ilya hit Shane into the boards so hard his ears rang for a week, and where Shane's smile after blocking Ilya's game-winning shot was the most devastating fuck you either had witnessed.

So when Ilya shows up at Shane’s apartment at 2am on a Tuesday, barely standing, blood dried at his hairline and his hands shaking so badly he can barely knock, Shane doesn’t understand what to do at first, or why Ilya is here, of all places.

He opens the door.

Last Call 9,324. Complete.

"- Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. There was a wreck... pushed my car into the water. I can see the lights from the first responders, but... I don't think they're going to make it. And I can't get out. I tried, Ilya, I swear I tried. I just... I love you. That's all I'm thinking right now. I love you, and I'm so sorry I'm not going to-" There was a choked-off sound. Shane fighting off a sob, Ilya thought, and a matching noise came out of his own throat. "I wanted to marry you. I wanted to marry you more than anything in the whole fucking world."

Alterate Universe:

( i am done ) trying for beauty. 19,745. Complete.

Ilya glances at Shane, at the way the dying light is catching in his hair, refracting. At that spiderlily mouth, slightly open and curling coyly, two teeth peeked through the dark gap like an American Girl doll. At that shoulder, bare and pale and close enough to touch if Ilya just leaned forward, if he just reached out and took another liberty.

To touch another person is to say: I know you will die, and I am doing this anyway.

His mother used to say something like this. About painting.

Every portrait is an act of faith, Ilyushenka. Faith and futility both.

contrary to personal preference, ilya gets a roommate.

Footnotes on Loneliness 32,491. Ongoing.

In hopes to improve his English, Ilya Rozanov subscribes to the New Yorker.

He does not expect himself to fall in love with a column, especially the author.

Shane Hollander only knows how to write from his heart by cataloguing loneliness as his own, about the performance of public life and about wanting something that he cannot safely name.

Ilya learns new words from him.

Yearning. Vulnerability. Home.

And he is practicing to say them out loud.

Off The Record, On You 12,670. Ongoing.

Shane Hollander is the most respected hockey journalist in Canada. He's been covering the Boston Raiders for three years. He has interviewed Ilya Rozanov fourteen times in a professional capacity. He has written 47,000 words about Ilya Rozanov's career. He has approximately zero words for what happens when Rozanov corners him in a hotel corridor after Game 7 and says, very quietly, in that voice: "You always leave before I can talk to you." Shane has absolutely no idea what to do with that.

(Or: Shane doesn't play hockey. He just writes about the man who does. It is, objectively, worse.)

win and bear it 35,631. Ongoing.

Finding your soulmate is supposed to be beautiful. You stand in front of someone and you say their full name; they say yours. Your soulmarks appear somewhere on your bodies, and it's supposed to be beautiful. Life-changing.

It's not supposed to happen a week before the World Juniors tournament in a dirty Saskatchewan parking lot. It's not supposed to be Canada's newest darling hockey player and your future rival who whispers your name. It's not supposed to be a boy that your skin blooms for.

And if that does happen, despite the fact that it shouldn't, you're definitely not supposed to lie to your soulmate's face, refuse to say his name in return, and pretend that you never felt your soulmark appear at all. And if that happens, somehow, you're definitely not supposed to kiss him less than a year later. And then later. And then later. And then later, until you realize you never want to leave his bed despite the fact that you've never told him the truth about the bear tattoo on your chest.

or, finding out that his soulmate is Shane Hollander isn't beautiful. Ilya can't pretend that it's not life-changing though.

You, the Garden 33,424. Complete.

Ilya's hand closes around Shane's on a chilly December morning, and he feels the seed of Shane's soul sink into his skin and make a home there.

He's just not sure that Shane was seeded in turn.

Baby, Bend Over 31,150. Complete.

Shane is convinced that Ilya Rozanov—captain of the Boston Bears and Shane’s newest student—hates him.

Ilya joined Shane's yoga class specifically to get closer to the hot instructor, but every attempt at flirting only seems to make things worse.

Neither of them has any idea the other is completely in love with them.

do you have a library card? cause i've been checking you out 10,848. Ongoing.

Ilya Rozanov, Captain of the Ottawa Centaurs, Stanley Cup winner, league MVP, has run out of printer ink. It would have been nice if he had realized this more than three hours before he was supposed to print out the boring form needed for his boring Canadian citizenship application, but this will not be a problem for Ilya Rozanov. He has found the perfect, boring, Canadian solution: a public library.

Or: Shane Hollander, occasional glasses-wearer, fell in love with the Dewey Decimal System, and took an oath to serve every patron that walks through the Ottawa Library's doors in their pursuit of knowledge, even if that patron is kind of a dick.

Like My Heart 20,096. Complete.

Shane Hollander, hockey prodigy and captain of the Montreal Metros, has a secret: he's an omega. No one knows, not even his frequent hookup partner, Ilya Rozanov. Shane's carefully-cultivated life threatens to unravel when he forgets his medication. Now he's stuck in the middle of nowhere, on the brink of a heat.

Enter Ilya, cocky and arrogant alpha, who is determined to help Shane though his heat… and keep his secret.