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    What if Ilya adopted Anya in his rookie year and somehow Anya loves Shane more than Ilya?
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    At the age of nineteen, Ilya Rozanov decides to baby trap Shane Hollander :)

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    04 Jul 2026

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    Léa Martin @MrsLéaMartin92
    Shane Hollander is TAKEN !?

    Clara @mrsshanehollander4ever
    Shane Hollander has a BABY????

    Léonie @LeonieGagnon27328
    Is this officially the NHL’s cutest baby?

    Lily @BostonLily1991
    DOES THE BABY HAVE FRECKLES?

    Charlotte @charlottefromquébec
    Replying to @BostonLily1991
    what?

    One month before the tuna melt incident, pictures are posted online of Shane and Hayden’s outing to the aquarium.

    Within minutes, the internet is convinced that Shane Hollander has become a father, and people everywhere are mourning the fact that the NHL’s most eligible bachelor is off the market.

    “People everywhere” includes Ilya Rozanov.

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    02 Jul 2026

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    It clicks.

    The reason why Rozanov was acting so fucking weird, why he was only checking on his rival so late at night, why Rozanov didn’t want Marlow to even have a glimpse into what was behind that door.

    Holy shit.

     

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    In which a single misunderstanding spirals into becoming the MHL's greatest secret: Shane Hollander is pregnant.

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    28 Jun 2026

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    “Where was this in Sochi, huh? Where was this in Las Vegas? You’ve had me every way you could’ve fucking wanted me, made me turn myself inside out with wanting you, with goddamn embarrassing myself all for a fucking shred of your attention, and all of a sudden now that you have decided you want it, what, I have to play along like a good little boy? Fuck you, how about that?”

    There is a moment of ringing, brutal silence. Shane’s chest is heaving like he can’t quite get air in. Rozanov is staring at him across the few feet of space between them, gaze darting across his face quickly. “Las Vegas?” He finally asks, voice sounding smaller than Shane ever thinks he’s heard it. “What are you talking about, Las Vegas?”

    God. Fuck. That’s infinitely worse, that Shane has carried this hurt for all these years and Rozanov - he doesn’t even fucking remember.

    Or,

    Another post-tuna-melt-Shane-stays story.

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    24 Jun 2026

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    What if Shane doesn't go back to his room after the infamous Vegas penthouse suite night? What if he finds himself at the bar with other hockey players and what if Ilya gets a call from Marly telling him this.

    What if they both realize how much they've been hurting each other? What if they actually talk?

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    “Rozy!” Cliff shouted through the phone and Ilya winced. “Where did you go? You have to get back down here.”

    Ilya sighed, rolling his eyes. “I have flight in the morning, Marly. I know what you look like drunk. I do not need to come see.”

    “Come on, Roz,” Cliff almost whined. “Even Hollander is down here holding up the bar or maybe it’s holding him up. Kinda hard to tell at this point. Gonna let him be the life of the party when you won the fucking award?”

    The fog in Ilya’s brain shifted and scattered at the name.

    Ilya’s stomach sank.

    Fuck.
    Fuck.
    Fuck.

    “How many has he had?” Ilya asked, pushing himself up from the bed, glancing around the room until he saw his dress pants and shirt still on the floor by the end of the bed.

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    21 Jun 2026