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    @mensicehockey2k
    Hopefully Hollander and Rozanov make statements about this soon. Lots of young kids look up to these guys. Super disappointing if it’s true.
    11:58 AM ᐧ 18 Jan 2017 ᐧ 399K Views

    @starweavergia
    this is like the opposite of being told your parents are getting divorced #hollanovwedding
    11:12 AM ᐧ 18 Jan 2017 ᐧ 86K Views

    @rizzanov_official
    GOOD MORNING GIRLIES HOW ARE WE ALL FEELING TODAY #hollanovwedding #hollanovnation #hollanovontop
    11:09 AM ᐧ 18 Jan 2017 ᐧ 570K Views

    Shane and Ilya get drunk that night in Tampa and wake up married in Vegas.

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    18 May 2026

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    Cuteeee

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    “You want to talk to people about me?” Shane asked quietly.

    There was something small and confused in the question. But Ilya was still furious and raw.

    “Well I would,” he sneered, “if there was anything about you that was fucking interesting to talk about! It would be nice to not be so fucking bored and miserable!”

    The second the words left his mouth, he watched the pain roll across Shane's features like a thousand fractures shattering through glass.

    Ilya had seen Shane nearly break ribs. He had seen him miss game-winning shots, take hits that left bruises blooming purple and black across his skin. He had never seen this.

    Shane closed his eyes for a long moment. He shook his head slightly, a tiny movement, then nodded once as if agreeing with something only he could hear. His face twisted briefly with a fresh wave of pain before he forced it to still.

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    What if Shane and Ilya don't make up so easily after the Boxing Day fight? The Centaur's plane never malfunctions, so Shane never proposes. Instead, Ilya gives him an ultimatum on coming out and going public. It backfires spectacularly.

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    14 May 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Writing so devastating it physically hurts.

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    Anyway, Shane didn't remember exactly what was in the folder ... But he knew they were all good shots of him.

    He hastily clicked open the folder, his eyes barely glancing through the dozen or so shots there, vaguely registering a picture with a sunset background from his condo balcony, something of him laughing, a picture of him working at his laptop with his glasses on...

    The director called him again, and he shook his head, the photos blurring. Whatever. It would have to do.

    He clicked "select all," then the messages icon, then Rozanov's name. Hit send.

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    Or: When never-hooked-up Shane and Ilya have to collaborate on a league charity project, Shane accidentally sends Ilya a nude.

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    07 May 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Super cute and also hot.

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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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    07 May 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Sweet snuggly Christmas vibes and happy boys

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    [A hand knocks on a hotel door of the Carlyle Hotel. Ilya Rozanov answers the door in only a towel that’s slung low across his waist, his hair damp from a shower. He crosses his arms and leans against the door frame, a lazy smirk on his face.]

    Ilya: Well, hello.

    Shane: Ilya, what are you–

    [A robed Shane Hollander appears behind his husband, and when he sees the camera crew in front of him, he rolls his eyes and lightly hits Ilya’s arm.]

    Shane: Hi there. Ignore him please. Come in.

    [A series of shots are shown of the two men in their hotel room. Shane laughs at something Ilya says while Ilya pours them a generous serving of vodka. Someone massaging Shane’s hands as he’s given a manicure. Ilya doing push-ups on the floor. A steamer working over a garment with a gold gilded pattern. The video eventually settles back on the two men, both now robed, sitting beside each other on a couch.]

    Shane: Hi Vogue, I’m Shane Hollander.

    Ilya: And I’m Ilya Rozanov.

    Shane: And you’re going to get ready with us for the Met Gala.

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    06 May 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Good feels. Made me smile big.