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“So,” Ilya says, dragging the word out. He’s swiping at non-existent crumbs on the counter, avoiding his eyes. “You have dinner at parents on Christmas, yes?”
“Yeah.”
Ilya nods. “I can house-sit while you are away. Make place pretty, if you have decorations. Make it less boring.”
Shane’s eyebrows fly up. “What? You don’t want to come with?”
Finally, Ilya looks up at him. Hesitantly, he asks, “You want me to come with?”
Frowning, Shane says, “I– yeah. Yeah, of course. You think I invited you here just so you could spend Christmas alone?”
Looking away, Ilya shrugs. “I am intruder here, Hollander. You have family. I do not. Makes situation… difficult, maybe. You forget the world thinks we are rivals.”
“Not difficult,” Shane says immediately. “You want to come, you’re coming.”
Or: Ilya's in Montreal alone during the week leading up to the Winter Classic. Shane doesn't let him spend Christmas alone.
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11 Jan 2026
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Ilya picks up on the third ring, breathing heavily into the phone. Shane hears a door slam shut through the device. “Do not yell at me.”
Shane stares at the half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table. “You suck.”
“I suck? I scored hat-trick! In your stupid body! I have not eaten in six hours, Hollander. I have not pissed. I have not laid down. I want to go home.”
“Rozanov–”
“Your mother has called twenty times. Your manager has called thirty times. Your father text me picture of crossword puzzle and ask for help. Clue is about American President from the 1980s. I cannot help!”
OR: the hollanov bodyswap fic.
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11 Jan 2026
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Shane is the one naked and dripping wet, and he still feels like Ilya is the one who exudes sex. Just standing there, brushing his teeth. When Shane turns off the water, Ilya hands him a towel and then turns around to rinse his mouth with the hotel mouth wash. He leaves the bathroom before Shane is done, and this is the moment where a tiny inkling Shane has ignored all day becomes a full blown suspicion.
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Shane and Ilya are having trouble balancing their very private relationship and their very public lives.
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08 Jan 2026
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Any and all thoughts disappear from Hudson's mind completely once he sees Connor's ass, except perhaps, Holy shit, sit on my face. It's so fucking round. So spherical. So ample at the sides. His cheeks are like two globes perfectly encapsulating his crack. Hudson doesn't know or care what the fuck he just said in his mind, because, wow. What an ass.
He gets caught staring by none other than Bigger In Texas himself and his terribly smug smile.
“Picture would last longer,” Connor says in Ilya's accent.
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07 Jan 2026
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Ilya’s eyebrows raise. “This is a thing you want? For me to come inside you?”
“Yeah—yeah.” Shane clears his throat. “It’s hot. Isn’t it?”
“Can you not decide whether bare cock in your ass is hot?”
“Fuck you. See if I let you—”
Ilya takes Shane’s hand and presses a quiet kiss to his wrist, then the center of his palm. “You will let me.”
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Or: Shane asks Ilya to fuck him without a condom.
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- Part 1 of The Cottage
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26 Dec 2025