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    “Yes. I went back to my dorm and answered your boring homework about L’Hopital’s Rule.” Ilya chirped, his usual smirk finding its way back to his face, and Shane couldn't help but reciprocate.

    “Fuck off. They're not boring. It's to help you.”

    “Yes, they helped me fall asleep fast, like a baby.” Ilya continued to tease him more, and Shane shoved him playfully.

    Shane wanted to beat himself for being so easy against Ilya Rozanov. No matter how hard he tries to repress his feelings, just a smile from Ilya and he's already crumbling.

    or a hollanov AU where shane becomes ilya's math tutor

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    Cliff Marleau gets assigned to keep the new Russian rookie out of trouble. Fifteen years later, he gives a speech at Ilya's wedding.

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    Ilya pressed closer. “You fold their clothes,” he said roughly. “You skate with me. You carry our children and fight for them and I-” He broke off, swallowing. “There is no word in Russian. Not good enough.”

    Shane turned slowly in his arms. They were close now. Too close. But still not enough.

    He reached up, cupped Ilya’s jaw with one hand. “You don't have to have a word,” he said. “You love me. I know.”

    Ilya’s eyes darkened. “Yes. I am walked.

    Shane grinned, amused and aroused in equal measure. “Oh yeah?”

    “Yes. You… make me fetch oat milk. And remember recycling. And vacuum couch crumbs. I am the captain of National team, but in our home I am…” he shrugged, mock-suffering. “I am whipped. Like cream.”

    Shane snorted this time, eyes bright in adoration to Ilya and his usage of new English slang. Shane reached for the hem of Ilya’s shirt and tugged him forward. His voice was light but knowing. “And yet you still think you’re the lucky one.”

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    Ilya is not expecting a visit from a friend. He is also not expecting a family reunion.

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