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    Ilya Rozanov has been drafted by Boston, the number one pick overall, but his father doesn't want him moving to America and so takes steps to block his visa. He's going to have to go back to Russia and stay there forever and that, thinks Shane Hollander, is wrong.

    It's so wrong that Shane can't stop himself from doing something about it. Even though that something is the most reckless, the only reckless thing he's ever done in his life. He marries Rozanov in secret, to keep him out of Russia and put him on a path to Canadian citizenship.

    Shane's got a five-year plan to get him there and when you have a plan nothing can go wrong. Right? Right. When you have a solid plan and a marriage that's on paper only there's no risk of feelings getting involved. Not on Rozanov's part and certainly not on Shane's.

    Right???

    (or, the story of how Shane Hollander fell in love with his own husband)

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    22 Jun 2026

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    there is no heart for me like yours
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    "Every Metro in the locker room was on his feet. Most were yelling. They crowded in a slavering semicircle around Shane, close but not quite into his space. All but Hayden, who stood frozen at his side.

    Drapeau was at the front, flanked by Comeau and Gurin. His eyes were wild, flecks of spit flying from his mouth as he screamed, “I knew it. I goddamn fucking knew it. I knew you were a fag from the beginning, Hollander, you fucking pussy.”

    He probably should be afraid right now, Shane thought. This was terrifying. Fear was rolling off of Hayden in waves. But all he felt was anger. Fury, hot and reckless, that burned like wildfire through his veins and made him, outwardly, calmer than he’d ever been. “I’m gay, Drapeau,” he said. “Pussy is the last thing I’d be.”

    Drapeau’s face darkened from mottled red to a dangerous shade of puce. “You think this is funny?” he spat. “You think this is a fucking joke?”

    Shane stood his ground, unflinching. “It’s my private life that’s all over the fucking internet, so no, I don’t think it’s funny.”

    “Your life,” Comeau mocked, leering at him from over Drapeau’s shoulder. “With fucking Rozanov.” He spat on the floor at Shane’s feet and Drapeau, encouraged, did the same. “Fucking the enemy all this time, you fucking traitor. Is that why you lost us the Cup last year? So your faggot husband would fuck you?”

    “Why I lost us the Cup?” Shane echoed. “Me? You fucking—” He stared in disbelief at the identically accusing faces that surrounded him and something within him snapped. Something else settled. That small, quiet part of him that had always wondered what would happen if he just told the truth about all of it and damn the consequences made its presence fucking felt. He took a breath that expanded his chest and drew his shoulders back, then he stepped forward. A dark, smug satisfaction filled him when the entire group of them stepped back. “I have led this team to two Cups while fucking Rozanov,” he said. His voice was Arctic calm, the look in his eyes the most frightening thing in the room. “It was Drapeau who took us out of the playoffs last year, why was that again, Drap? Your head wasn’t in the right space, wasn’t that what you said? Because some woman wouldn’t fuck you. If any one of us here is responsible for Rozanov winning it’s you.”

    Drapeau recoiled from the venom in Shane’s gaze. “At least it was a woman,” he said.

    “That’s your comeback?” Shane scoffed in disbelief. “Really? ‘I may have lost us the Cup but at least I’m not a faggot?’ That’s really the best you can do?”

    “Not just a faggot though are you?” snapped Drapeau. “You bend over for that god damned, cocksucking Russian prick—motherfucker, are you laughing?”

    Shane was. Laughing in disbelief that it had come to this, laughing at the men who yesterday he would have called brothers. Laughing because he was so fucking tired. As tired as he had been by Ilya’s bedside in Toronto, only this time in his soul.

    “You know, there is something I have wanted to say for years, every time one of you assholes called Rozanov a cocksucker.” His eyes swept the room, catching those of anyone bold enough to look him in the face. “And that is, yeah. He is. The best goddamn cocksucker in the world. None of you has ever had your dick sucked like I have, by a fucking maestro of the art.” Shane scoffed again. “You couldn’t handle it, or any of the things he does to me.”"

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    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.

     

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

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    18 Jun 2026

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    "Shane moans loudly as he wraps his arms around Rozanov’s shoulders and pulls him closer. And yup, that’s Shane’s dick hardening again where it’s pressed against Rozanov’s hip. He’s not sure he even got fully soft to begin with. And Rozanov’s not far behind. Oh god, will Shane get to suck him again?

    He’s about to get back on his knees when he hears loud banging at the door.

    Fuck.

    Fuck fuck fuck.

    Shane’s life is over.

    What the ever-living fuck was he thinking?

    Why in the name of fuck did he think for a moment that this was something he gets to have?

    Fucking stupid is what he is.

    He hasn’t even played one game in the NHL yet and he’s already about to be kicked out.

    Reckless. He should have known better. He had known better. And yet, here he is, caught fully erect in the shower with his fucking rival.

    Rozanov yells something in Russian, but Shane can barely hear it over the wool in his ears.

    His mom’s going to be so disappointed. They had plans. Big plans. He was going to be a Voyageur! He got drafted today.

    “Hollander.” Rozanov’s voice is sharp enough to pierce through Shane’s panic, especially when he grabs onto Shane’s jaw and moves his head until their eyes meet. Rozanov’s eyes are wide with fear as well, but his voice is steady and his expression is weirdly calm.

    When he takes a deep breath, Shane finds himself copying the action on instinct.

    “I keep you safe.” Rozanov vows quietly. “Promise.”

    Shane blinks. Then blinks again. After a long moment, he nods. He’s not sure why he trusts Rozanov. He probably shouldn’t. This has ‘bad idea’ written all over it. But it’s not exactly like he has any bright ideas of his own right now, so when Rozanov takes his hand and leads him out of the shower, Shane goes easily.

    Rozanov parks him just behind the open door, so that even if people look into the bathroom, it will appear empty.

    “Be quiet.” Rozanov instructs softly. “I come back.”

    Shane nods again. He watches wordlessly as Rozanov shuts off the shower and wraps a towel around his waist.

    Before he leaves the bathroom, Rozanov stops for a moment in front of Shane. He kisses Shane’s hair in a gesture that should feel condescending but all Shane registers from it is warmth and reassurance. When he pulls back, Rozanov brings a finger over his lips as if to say ‘shush’.

    Shane shoves his arm into his mouth and bites into it to muffle any involuntary sounds.

    “Good.” Rozanov whispers.

    And then he’s gone.

    Shane doesn’t as much as breathe as he hears the room door open and Rozanov greet however’s at the other side."

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    At eleven years old Ilya Rozanov's class is given an assignment:

    They will be randomly paired with a student at another school in Canada via email. In order to get full credit on the assignment, they must send at least five emails back and forth and gather enough information to write their project.

    After seven years, Ilya is pretty sure he's done enough for 100%

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    Shane and Ilya sending emails throughout the years. What happens when they meet?

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    26 May 2026

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    "At eleven years old Ilya Rozanov's class is given an assignment:

    They will be randomly paired with a student at another school in Canada via email. In order to get full credit on the assignment, they must send at least five emails back and forth and gather enough information to write their project.

    After seven years, Ilya is pretty sure he's done enough for 100%

    or

    Shane and Ilya sending emails throughout the years. What happens when they meet?"

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    Rozanov cocked his head. “You speak Russian? Or just the curse words?”

    “Yes, I speak Russian,” he snapped, defensive and angry. He knew that it had been a mistake to even try to be friendly with Rozanov. “Why? Do I not look Russian to you?” He scoffed.

    “No, not really,” Rozanov said. Some of his teammates laughed, although they mostly looked surprised that Shane was speaking to them at all. Rozanov didn’t laugh, though. “Are you Russian?”

    “Go fuck yourself.”

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    Despite an inauspicious start, when Russia’s Ilya Rozanov learns that Canada’s Shane Hollander is fluent in Russian at their first World Junior Championships tournament, it changes everything and sets them on a different course. Instead of being branded as rivals from the very beginning, Ilya and Shane start off as friends.

    And, after all, a little friendly rivalry never hurt anyone, did it?

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    07 Feb 2026

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    Now- it’s where Sand holds him like he’s something precious and presses sunshower kisses to his neck and shoulders. The musician runs a damp cloth over every part of Ray’s pleasantly aching body, soothing his flushed skin with expensive vanilla soap and warm water that effectively reduces Ray to putty in his arms.
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    aftercare with sandray

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    10 Aug 2025

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