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“But…” Ilya stalls out. He conjures his sun’s face: the soft curve of skin where the corner of his eye becomes the sweep of his cheekbone, the stubble that clings to the soft end of his chin, the strong and even line of his eyebrows. “Solnyshko,” Ilya says. “It means sun, yes, but… it’s like a pet name. Sunshine. Honey. I’m calling you my sun.”
This is mortifying in English. Christ, he should never have started this conversation. He should have shaken Shane off when he had the chance. Even as Ilya thinks this, he knows he could not have done it. He cannot deny Shanyshko anything. That has always been the problem between them. What a terrifying, awesome, horrible problem to have. Ilya would like to have this problem for the rest of his life.
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or, Ilya and Shane talk about their love, their lives.Series
- Part 2 of sailing, sailing
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18 Jun 2026
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“-moya rybka, I am sorry, sweet girl-” Ilya is saying, on his knees in the middle of their living room and patting the rug near him with what looks like devastation on his face as Anya continues to ignore him, curled up on Shane’s lap instead. Fresh off of several stacked events to fit them into a weekend–because Shane’s mom is nothing if not efficient when it comes to the deals she makes–Ilya got home only a few minutes ago, still in the outfit he’d left his Buzzfeed puppy interview in, which Anya had clearly not appreciated, sniffing him suspiciously after her initial excited greeting and then retreating to Shane immediately when he patted his thigh in welcome.
Shane is trying not to be obviously enjoying Ilya’s turmoil as much as he is, shifting Anya to lay on her back like a baby in one arm and cooing at her.
“I know, huh? Papa left and played with who knows how many other dogs, and the whole time you were here missing him. I bet he wasn’t even thinking about you, huh?”
“Hollander!” Ilya says, sounding scandalized. “Do not tell her that! Is not true!”
(collection of standalone fics/ficlets prompted by my own tumblr posts) (will update as inspiration strikes)
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03 Jun 2026
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“Oh my god,” the intruder says, voice coming faster and higher-pitched. “Shane, what the fuck? Oh my god.”
“Eeleeyah, come to my cottage,” Ilya mocks, voice muffled by Shane’s skin. “Don’t go to Russia. Come to my house instead. Is so private. No one will know…we will be completely alone. Together.”
“Oh my god, is that Ilya Rozanov?” the intruder yelps like he's about to start hyperventilating. “Why is Ilya Rozanov half-naked in our kitchen, Shane?”
“Okay, I know how this looks,” Shane tells Ilya, “But I mean, technically, we are still alone. Together.”
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At the cottage, Shane and Ilya meet eighteen year old Shane Hollander. This is really only a surprise for one of them. Everyone handles it as well as can be expected.
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02 Jun 2026
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To the Window, To the Wall by Erisenyo for jarpadsalecki
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
27 Nov 2025
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[“Some are saying Rozanov was targeting you specifically, trying to disrupt you as a key playmaker,” another journalist jumps in, glancing down at his notebook. “He had you up against the boards a lot, and registered five hits compared to his season average of two point five per game. Some are saying the refs missed some calls there. How did you handle that physicality and keep focusing on playmaking?”
“Well,” Shane manages to say as his entire body flushes, as he thinks about how just two days ago he handled— “Rozanov is a great player, and I think the scoreboard speaks for itself at the end of the day.”]
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Montreal and Boston play each other back-to-back, and things get physical.
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29 May 2026
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Ilya stretches, back pressing against the glass of the shower door, then peeling away with a sharp, wet slurp. “No sex for playoffs is stupid idea. Like I tell you, Hollander, all these rituals are sign of a weak mind.”
Five times Ilya and Shane almost had sex but didn't, plus the one time they almost didn't...
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28 May 2026