★ ⋮ 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 ⸝⸝ everyone knows that alexander saint lazarus is something special, childhood spent dragging lacklustre australian ice hockey teams into victory year after year with nothing more than sheer willpower and a distinct distaste for any other medal than gold. an nhl legacy is basically written in the stars as the trajectory of his existence barrels towards being one of the greats. that is until he meets shane hollander and ilya rozanov outside of an ice-rink in saskatchewan and his entire life is spun off course. ★ ⋮ 𝙤𝙧 ⸝⸝ prodigies rarely do anything by half, even if that means secretly hooking up with both of your biggest rivals for the majority of your star-studded ice hockey career (shane hollander x male! oc x ilya rozanov)

What if the storm of the century didn't just trap you in paradise... It trapped you with the one man who could ruin you completely? Shane Hollander (24, Canadian architect) booked the most exclusive private villa on Koh Samui to disappear. After a breakup that carved out his heart and left him doubting he could ever feel anything real again, he wanted silence. Solitude. Safety. Then Ilya Rozanov (25, Russian entrepreneur) kicked down the door-drenched, dangerous, smirking like he owned the place. He was running from the same demons Shane was: the hollow ache of chasing highs that never lasted. One glitch. One savage monsoon. One rule that changes everything: During the storm, only honeymooning couples get the villa's full privileges. Gourmet food delivered to your door. No staff interruptions. The infinity pool all to yourselves. Refuse to play along? You're out. So they lie. Husbands. Newlyweds. Strangers faking the kind of forever they never believed in. It starts innocent-sharp banter over candlelit dinners as thunder shakes the villa, heated stares that linger too long across the rain-soaked canopy, accidental touches that burn like fire. Shane tells himself he can resist. He's terrified of breaking again. Ilya tells himself it's just a game. He's terrified of what happens when the game stops feeling like one. But the rain doesn't let up. The air thickens with humidity and unspoken want. One "proof" kiss for the resort app turns into tongues, teeth, and a growl that vibrates through both of them. One massive bed becomes a war zone of barely-contained need. One steamy outdoor shower becomes the moment everything shatters. They were strangers when the storm hit. Now they're each other's obsession. Each other's salvation. Each other's ruin. When the skies finally clear... Will they walk away? Or will they burn the world down to stay?

One-shot where Ilya comes to visit Shane at his family's cottage, where he finds Shane baking his Grandmother's cookie recipe and rails him. Domestic fluff & smut, I literally can't get this couple out of my head and cookies sound delicious. Canon divergence: in the fic the cottage is Shane's families cottage and not a cottage he had built.

Shane invites Ilya to his lakeside cottage for two quiet weeks in the off-season. It's supposed to be uncomplicated. No teams, no press, no pretending. Instead, it turns into slow mornings, shared meals, negotiated control, and the kind of closeness that's a lot harder to walk away from than either of them expected.