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    “Seeing you smile like that, it makes me want to give you all of this,” he called out, making a sweeping gesture across the ice.

    Shane turned back to look at him, eyes bright, and laughed. “Canadian Tire Centre? I know you’re rich, Rozanov, but an entire arena is a pretty big real estate investment.”

    Ilya pushed off, skating to a stop in front of him, knowing his expression had morphed into something serious. “Hockey, Hollander. It should have been yours.”

    Or, everything that happens when your dreams don’t come true.

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    18 Apr 2026

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    Shane Hollander, a well booked, in demand model is back for the summer for a well deserved break. It was all going so well until his car decides to break down. Unsure of what to do, he calls the first garage he can find, not expecting to meet the most infurtiating, aggravating and beautiful man he had ever seen.

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    Shane's a brat who is used to getting what he wants, Ilya Rozanov doesn't give into a pretty face that easy.

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    15 Apr 2026

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    “Are you Rozanov’s whore now? You will catch something, Hollander. He’s a walking STD. Pathetic.” Drapeau joined in, his tone mocking Shane as if he had any leg to stand on.

    “What did you just say?” Shane got into Drapeau’s face, his muscular frame swarming the goalie’s body. “Say that again, and I will smash your nose in, Drapeau. Try. Me.”

    He was snarling into his face, spit flying everywhere. Hayden and J.J came to try to separate them, but Shane didn’t let them. “I will end your fucking career if you ever speak about him.”

    or: the protective shane fic

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    11 Apr 2026

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    "Please, Rozanov, just tell me what's going on." It is so earnest, so gentle, and Ilya does not deserve it. "Don't leave without—"

    "Hollander," Ilya pleads for him to stop, puts out his hand as a peace offering.

    "Ilya.

    or; ilya has a bad day. shane helps.

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    10 Apr 2026

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    Wyatt lightly punches him in the shoulder, and Ilya opens one eye to see Wyatt holding out his phone towards Ilya’s face.

    Ilya’s eyes grow wide, a sick feeling settling in his stomach.

    The match barely ended two hours ago, and already, there’s an article questioning if Shane had tripped on purpose. If Shane had tripped to let Ilya win.

    Ilya’s initial reaction is that of extreme insult. As if he needed Shane Hollander to let him win.

    But then…fuck. Shane.

    Ilya stands up suddenly and crawls over Wyatt (and steps on his feet none too gently in the process). He strides as fast as he can to the front of the bus towards Coach Wiebe.

    He leans down and murmurs to his coach, and gets a look of complete understanding.

    “As soon as we get to the airport, go,” Wiebe says. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

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    Or after Shane trips during that fateful game, Ilya refuses to let him face the aftermath alone.

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    01 Apr 2026