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Then. After the face off, after he's hit from behind, sliding across the ice, an explosion of pain and confusion. Once everything goes dark and confused, he's there, too. Il y a Ilya, il y a aucunne secondes. Il n'y a pas jamais qu'Ilya.
There's talking, and he's being moved, strapped down, lifted, jostled carefully, rolled.
"He's gonna worry," dribbles out of his mouth.
"Your coach called your dad," one of the medics says calmly.
"Not him," Shane feels slide through his teeth. "Ilya."
In which Shane Hollander is personally victimized by the French language.
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Why no one questions Shane saying Ilya's name.
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When Shane lets himself think about what it might be like at All Stars, there's a blurry gap where he's standing. Ilya will be wearing something stylish and sexy — probably a shiny shirt that makes Shane want to grab him and never let go. There's nothing Shane owns that fits in that category.
But Reebok and Rolex have both had him work with stylists for appearances in the past. He pulls up the photos of those events, and flips through the photos. He sends them to Rose.
Which of these is better?
She replies to the Rolex photo with six exclamation marks.
Shane Hollander's five rules of how to not look gay (and how he breaks them for Ilya Rozanov) + one time he doesn't have to.
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Conceal and Carry On by lark_ral for melodysmash
Fandoms: Carry On | Simon Snow Series - Rainbow Rowell
25 Dec 2025
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Simon seems steadier, more solid. He seems like he's been breathing, like his magic agitated the core of him, and he's figuring out how to soothe those angry parts.
Apparently some of what steady Simon wants is his hands down my pants.
I want them there, too.
Or mine down his.
(I'm not picky, as long as it's Simon.)
Simon gets rid of the Humdrum. Something strange happens in the aftermath.
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He doesn't need more.
There's nothing for him in more but regretting it later.
He doesn't regret any of the women he's fucked in a bathroom. They don't stay with him long enough for that. They're in and out and on their way, and he's fine with that. He's good with it.
Everyone gets what they came there for, and everyone leaves happy.
(everyone but Ilya leaves happy)
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- Part 2 of All the things she said
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"So who's the guy?" Rose asks after Shane sets his mug down on the coffee table.
Shane shakes his head. "I can't say."
"Oooh," she says. "Another player?" She closes her eyes and he can see her running through team rosters in her mind to compile a list of players who aren't married or publicly partnered. "Poole? Yakobson? Oooh, Hunter? Breakup fight?"
Shane and Rose talk.
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Dangerverse by lark_ral
Fandom Carry On | Simon Snow Series - Rainbow Rowell, Scholomance - Naomi Novik
14 Jun 2023
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Language was mistake.
Honeybees communicate by dancing. Works for them, lets them figure out where good flowers are. Ants do it with smells, little chemical trails on the ground to get back to food source. There’s a monkey that screams different for leopards than eagles – different sound for different predator.
People, though. People have too many words, too many languages, and Ilya is very, very tired.
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24 Jan 2026
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Ilya contemplates English. Fucking gold. Amazingly written, beautifully concise while covering such a wide swath of canon.
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enforcer by moonlitgarden
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
23 Dec 2025
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Ilya knows there is a thing about himself he has to always keep hidden in the deepest recesses of his body, behind his molars and in his core. He thinks Shane Hollander might be the same, except the thing about him he cannot hide.
Ilya Rozanov is the biggest hockey talent of his generation. So is Shane Hollander.
But over the years Ilya notices that the vicious media and the clamouring fans and some of his more foul-mouthed teammates treat Hollander differently than any other hockey player.
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The text arrives a second later. Being stuck in the airport is almost as boring as you
Another text from Lily: Send me a picture. I’m sooooo bored.
Shane lifts his phone and snaps a photo of the screen above the airline kiosk instead. JFK -> PHX - CANCELED. He hits send.
The phone rings immediately. “You are at JFK,” Rozanov says. Not a question.
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22 Jan 2026
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"and the sand from that coast will end up mixed with this sand in his bag, diluting that hour yesterday until it is all just debris that he empties into another hotel trash can." -- they're both stuck at JFK.
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Ilya has no desire to look up what fanfic means. But it's being used in relation to Hollander, so he does anyway.
Or: Before Ilya even gets a chance to kiss Shane, he stumbles upon Hockey RPF fanfiction, gets too into it, then uses his Shane Hollander smut addiction to learn better English.
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When the unsentimental financial imperative of the NHL sees Shane traded to the Boston Raiders, he and Ilya are thrown into closer extended proximity than ever before. As they adjust to life as teammates, they are forced to contend with the nature of their relationship -and must answer for themselves: is it even a relationship at all?
____Sliding down the wall, Shane hunched over his untied sneakers, shoved on hastily when Coach had called him in for a meeting after morning skate.
“Boston wanted you specifically. I’ve already spoken to their GM. You’re flying this evening or tomorrow morning: I’ll confirm once the paperwork clears.”
“Mom,” Shane managed.
“Oh sweetie. I know, okay. Those fuckers, how dare they do this! Two fucking cups! Now all of a sudden they decide they want a reset and you’re going to fund it.”
Shane put his head between his knees and tried to breathe. God, Boston. They hated him there; it was so far away; he was fucking their captain.