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1 – Scrimmage
Ilya has been successfully shooting the puck in the net. Wyatt has been suffering because it wasn’t only Ilya who has been scoring; Shane has been scoring too, by so much. Wyatt is thankful that he only now has to face the Hollander-Rozanov duo during scrimmages and practices.
There’s only been a couple of pucks that Wyatt has blocked. Wyatt swears he was set up with the way the teams were set up. Shane and Ilya were alternating the center therefore not giving Wyatt any rest. They separated the two in an earlier round, Wyatt was teamed with Ilya so he was still facing Shane’s shots.
While Wyatt was in goalie hell, Shane and Ilya were having fun.
So yeah, Ilya was confident, scoring, and having the time of his life with his husband and their team.
And that’s why he had the bright idea of dedicating his next shot for Shane. There were a few seconds left in the period. He looks back to where Shane was sitting behind the boards and yells, “Shane! This is for you!”
He hits the puck towards the net, turns and skates towards Shane to celebrate. Instead of cheering from his team, he hears a very loud Wyatt Hayes. “Fuck yes! Take that Rozanov!”
He saw Shane’s face, his husband was trying to hold back his laughter.
He turned back to look at Wyatt. The motherfucker was holding the puck as if he just won a trophy.
“No fucking way!” Ilya yelled out. In his shock he just stands near the boards.
He felt a hand on his back. “That’s embarrassing, baby. Better luck next time, I guess.”
His husband knocked their helmets and then pushed him back to the boards, replacing him on ice. He sat, watching the rest of the game, which was barely half a minute long. He looks at the player on his right, Luca Haas.
“You’ll get it next time, Cap,” Luca said, hitting his stick with Ilya’s. There definitely was a teasing tone in there.
That was the last period and round of their scrimmage for the day. Ilya realized after the buzzer sounded that he wouldn't hear the end of it for quite some time.
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2 – Mic’d Up
Ilya has been begging Harris to mic him up for a game. He has been annoying the whole Communications Department to have him strapped to a mic. His reason? It’s fun and Ilya’s definition of fun is a worry for Harris.
Luckily for Harris, he didn’t want it for nefarious reasons. And here he was, standing on ice getting ready for another faceoff, with a mic strapped to him. The fans, of course, have also been having the time of their lives with the Ilya Hollander-Rozanov mic’d up.
It was Ottawa against Boston with a tied score of 1-1 in the middle of the second period.
The linesman drops the puck and Ilya wins the faceoff. Zane Boodram caught the puck and then it went back and forth with the two teams but it got back to Ilya.
“Hollander, this is for you,” Ilya whispered in Russian before shooting the puck. No one on the ice heard that, which was great for that present moment because the stupid fucking puck didn’t go into the net.
The game continued with no one in the arena knowing what chaos Ilya caused online with the phrase he muttered under his breath.
It was Harris who informed him; Harris was informed by their social media manager.
People online caught what he said and have translated it. The whole hockey space watched and heard him dedicate a shot for his husband and he failed.
Nevermind the fact that he actually scored 2 goals by the end of the game. No, the people were going crazy over the failed dedicated shot.
“No Shane, I’m not showing my face to the public anymore. I’m retiring, I’ll be your househusband,” Ilya whined into Shane’s neck. They were in their hotel room and he was hugging Shane; his hands wrapped around Shane’s body and his head buried in his neck.
“Oh my god, you’re so dramatic. The people will forget it soon enough.” Shane’s voice was distorted as he had his mouth on Ilya’s hair. He kissed the curly haired man to comfort him.
“No Shane, you don’t understand. It’s gonna be in the Top 10 Worst Fails in the NHL Compilations. Not even that, our teammates will tease me for another month.”
After the last incident, the Centaurs chirped at him about it for two whole weeks so the “another month” thing was an exaggeration.
“Okay baby, I’ll tell everyone not to tease you and not to post anymore about it,” Shane said, still teasing the other man.
When Ilya opened his phone the next morning, he was glaring at the thing that was on his screen. Shane tweeted.
@ShaneHollander:
My dear husband has told me that he doesn’t want to see any posts or videos about the thing from last night anymore. Or else he’ll do something drastic. ☺️
Shane Hollander is an asshole.
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3 – Pride Night
Shane and Ilya’s second pride night with the Centaurs was nothing short of crazy events. For last year’s, there were tons of ‘Hollanov’ banners, pride flags with their faces and names on it, and Ilya and Shane were put on the kiss cam. Shane was still unsure with PDAs but the crowd was cheering for them so they had a quick kiss.
That was last year. This year, they were put on the kiss cam again.
“Come on Shane, my love, my husband, give the crowd what they want.” Ilya leaned in.
“I will never get used to that,” Shane whispered before meeting Ilya’s lips that were already pouting waiting for his kiss.
The kiss got heated quickly with Ilya pulling Shane close to him. Thank god they weren’t wearing their helmets so they could really get into it.
The cheering from their bench, along with the home crowd, was deafening. Shane would’ve made out with Ilya more until they remembered where they were. He pulled away from the kiss but just enough to still have Ilya’s head against his.
“Enough. We gave them a show,” Shane chuckled, putting his hand on Ilya’s chest.
“You love that don’t you,” Ilya grinned.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Okay lovebirds! Come back to the bench, the game is starting again soon!” They heard their assistant captain yell out.
Back to the game, Ottawa was winning 3-1 against Seattle in the third period with three minutes left. They were sure that they were gonna win.
And Ilya hasn’t learned his lesson, superstitions be damned. He’ll score a shot dedicated to his husband. If this doesn’t get in, he can blame homophobia.
"Мой муж (my husband), this is for you!" Ilya yelled out before shooting the puck in.
To his own surprise, it didn’t get in the net. The fucking goalie blocked it.
Ilya decided to blame homophobia, biphobia even, and not his skills.
The puck bounced off the goalie so the game was still on and Ilya got it in his possession again. This time, it got in.
“So I guess that goal is not for me then?” Shane teased as they switched shifts. There was a minute left in the game.
Ilya couldn’t even say something back as Shane was skating away fast. Yeah, it’s homophobia. That’s the whole reason why he missed the shot.
At least the stupid failed dedication didn’t get in the way for the insane sex they had later.
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4 – All-Star
It was a surprise that Ilya and Shane were both participating for the All Stars this year as they didn’t get in last year. For some unknown reason, they weren’t voted in despite the amount of support they got from the public after they were outed.
Here they were at the All-Star game with fellow Centaurs, Wyatt and Luca. The most players Ottawa has sent in the past several years.
Luca was in the fastest skater competition. Shane and Ilya were both in the accuracy shooting competition for old time’s sake and to continue their tradition of joining the same event. And because of the way the All-Star was set up, all four of them were in the same team for the main game.
It was the day of the skills competition and Luca’s competition was up first.
“Come on Luca! You can do it!” Shane yelled from the side.
“Haasy! You got this, you can beat our record!” Ilya yelled beside him.
Wyatt hollered as Luca skated a lap on the ice. Luca ended up winning second.
“Well that’s disappointing,” Luca said as soon as he got to the benches where the three were cheering.
“Why? You got second! Be proud Haasy!” Ilya cheered to lift Luca’s spirits.
“Yeah, second just like Ilya!” Shane said smiling, a teasing smile.
“God I remember that All-Star, you two were annoying each other,” Wyatt interrupted.
“By a fraction of a second! Come on Hollander, let’s go right now, I will beat you,” Ilya goaded.
Shane laughed at that and shook his head.
Luca was the one who talked next. “I lost by a hundredth of a second too.”
“Oh rookie, don’t worry we will teach you so get to be the fastest next year.” Ilya brought his attention back to their younger teammate. “No, I will teach you so you can beat Shane’s record.”
“Shut up!” Shane lightly elbowed him.
“I haven’t been a rookie for two years now,” Luca informed his captain with a pout on his face.
“No no but you are still young so you are still rookie.”
“I’m nine years younger than you! I’ll always be young to you, you dinosaur,” Luca chirped.
“Shane, could you hear that? I think my ears are not working anymore,” Ilya fretted. Wyatt just shook his head at that.
“Oh my god, shut up. Come on, we're up next.”
The staff got the area ready for the next event which was the accuracy shooting.
When it was Ilya’s turn, he winked at where Shane was before he started shooting. “Baby, this is for you!”
He proceeded to miss two shots and finished his turn with a total of six shots for the four targets.
That was it, he was done. Ilya was done with this dedication thing. He was cursed with it, the superstitions have won.
After the events of the day, the couple decided to rest for the night as there’s still a game tomorrow. Ilya was already lying on the bed on his phone, rewatching his turn from earlier over and over. The video started from where he yelled out to Shane.
Shane then came back from the bathroom. “What are you watching?”
“My game from earlier.”
“Oh baby, you did good.” Shane laid beside him and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
“Yeah I did and I would’ve done better if-” Ilya cut himself off.
“If what?”
“Shane, мой любимый, I’m gonna stop dedicating shots to you. I always miss it,” Ilya said with seriousness in his face.
“Aww I’m losing my entertainment then,” Shane teased.
“You are an asshole!” Ilya hit and gripped Shane’s thigh.
“I’m never dedicating a shot to you anymore. I’m done.”
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5 – Playoffs
After Ilya’s declaration, he never did it again. For unrelated reasons, the team got into the playoffs.
Ottawa was now in the second round of playoffs and they were against Florida. They were in game five; 3 for Ottawa, 1 for Florida. This could be their last game for this round and Ilya wants to win so badly. It was a home game too so the odds are in their favor.
Ilya did his usual Captain Speech before the games. After he finished, the team started filtering out of the locker room.
Ilya was always last out and this time Shane stayed behind too. “Good luck baby, I know we can win this tonight.”
Shane gave him a tight side hug and he reciprocated it.
The first period gave them a run for their money. It was 2-3 in favor of Florida. Mid second period, Ilya was desperate already. Neither team has scored again but Ilya wants to up them and widen the gap. So he did what he swore he wouldn't do anymore, it might turn the tide.
Shane Hollander-Rozanov, this is for you. Ilya says in his mind before shooting the puck
Fuck. The puck was blocked by the goalie.
Like the pride night, he immediately got hold of the puck again and his next hit was a goal.
Yeah, enough dedications already. Ilya thought to himself. Stupid superstitions won, again.
The night, however, ended in a celebration. The Centaurs won and so they were up for the Eastern Conference Finals.
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+1 – Stanley Cup
Shane couldn't believe they let the finals get into game seven. He was so fucking tired but so fucking ready to win already. If getting it into game seven wasn’t enough, they were currently on overtime.
They were against Colorado who won the 2nd, 3rd, and 5th round. They thought they were going to lose in round 6 but Wyatt was a beast in the net and the team kept scoring all throughout the game.
Now, here they were at home, game seven, and on overtime. This was one of the very few Stanley Cup final that reached this state.
Both of the Hollander-Rozanovs were on ice. Ilya got hold of the puck, saw that Shane was closer to the net so he shot it to Shane.
Then the puck was in Shane’s possession. He moved throughout the ice without letting anyone else get the puck.
When he finally thought he could get the shot in, he yelled, “Ilya Hollander-Rozanov! This is for you!”
He briefly looked at Ilya before shooting.
It fucking went in the fucking net. Fuck!
They won! Ottawa fucking Centaurs won the Stanley Cup.
Ilya was the first that got to him. “I love you, I love you, I fucking love you Shane Hollander-Rozanov!”
“Fuck! I love you too Ilya!” They got a kiss in before getting mobbed by the rest of the team.
It’s been nine years since Ilya held the cup but he didn’t want to hold it alone first this time around. He dragged his alternate captain and husband, Shane, to lift it up.
They raised the cup on each end. And instead of kissing the cup, Ilya went to kiss Shane.
Shane was caught off guard but kissed him back. After the kiss ended, they passed it to Zane, their other alternate captain. Shane and Ilya celebrated alone for a moment.
They hugged and kissed again. After pulling away from the kiss, Shane ruffled Ilya’s hair, not caring that it was wet from all the sweat. He gave Ilya a quick kiss.
Ilya’s smile was so wide that Shane pinched his cheek.
Their little moment together was broken up by the boys going for them; they shook Shane, cheered his name and cheered Ilya’s name.
Moments later, everyone broke off into smaller groups, to their families. Shane and Ilya went to Yuna and David.
After celebrating on ice and doing everything needed post-game, the team went to celebrate in the Hollander-Rozanov. Yuna and David had prepared the place with the help of some of the WAGs earlier in the day. They were optimistic to say the least.
“To Hollzy, for that winning goal!” Bood toasted. Everyone held their drinks up to that.
“And now everyone, if you could do so, let’s look at the projection to watch it again.” Dykstra redirected the people. “Starting here…”
The clip started with Ilya giving the puck to Shane. It also has audio and so everyone heard what Shane yelled out.
“Ilya Hollander-Rozanov! This is for you!” Shane’s voice was loud and clear. It replayed the winning goal and everyone cheered again.
When the noise died down, Troy chirped. “Roz, I think you gotta leave the dedications to Shane now.”
“Ah yes, it works better that way. From now on, Shane needs to dedicate every single one of his shots to me.” Ilya proclaimed. Everyone laughed at that and Shane just shook his head.
“Anything you want, baby,” Shane whispered before giving Ilya a kiss on the cheek.
Ilya smiled at that. In Shane’s view, his husband’s eyes were sparkling.
They stood side by side, holding each other’s waist, watching the room celebrate.
When the first game of the new regular season happened, Shane did dedicate his first shot to Ilya and he scored.