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[CLIP START] [CAMERA: High definition kitchen island shot, abruptly cut from Episode 5. The screen vibrates as the heavy industrial food processor roars like a lawnmower.] ILYA: (Shirtless in a black apron, yelling over the deafening mechanical noise while violently shaking the blender jar) "EFFICIENCY, HOLLANDER! WE DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR LITTLE TINY HAND CHOPPING!" SHANE: (Standing two feet away, clutching an 80-dollar damascus steel chef's knife, screaming at the top of his lungs) "ILYA, IT'S A RELISH! YOU'RE MAKING CAPSAICIN GAS-" CLACK-CLACK-CRUNCH. (A bright orange jet of pressurized pickled pepper oil shoots out from the lid gap, catching Ilya square across the face. Ilya roars in Russian, drops the blender, and stumbles backward into a mountain of paper towels.) ILYA: (Clutching his eyes, groaning dramatically) "AH, SUKA! I AM BLINDED! SHANE, SAVE ME!" SHANE: (Dropping his knife, lunging across the counter with a wet towel) "I TOLD YOU! HOLD STILL, YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT, STOP RUBBING THEM!" (Shane yanks Ilya down by his collar to wipe his face. Ilya instantly wraps both arms around Shane's waist, burying his nose into Shane's neck like a wounded Victorian soldier while Harris's shaky camera lens gets smeared with giardiniera oil.) HARRIS: (Off-screen, wheezing in panic) "Guys, please... the sponsor reps watch these..." ILYA: (Blinking teary blue eyes down at Shane, smiling crookedly) "I see a very bossy, very handsome little chef." [CLIP ENDS - SLAMS TO BLACK WITH A LOUD SLAP SOUND] -------- This is NO PUCKS IN THE KITCHEN Two Stanley Cup champions. One luxury Ottawa condo. Zero culinary safety permits. Watch Centaurs stars Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov trade their hockey sticks for chef's knives in the official series that our front office legal team tried and failed to censor. Featuring Anya as Head Quality Control and Harris as the world's most stressed social media manager.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘵𝘢 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘢'𝘴 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘢'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘵𝘢 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢, 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘺 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘔𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 M̶u̶t̶u̶a̶l̶ L̶o̶v̶e̶ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘖𝘧 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦. (First Fanfic sorry if it's bad yall, please don't cut off my toes)

Era um dia como qualquer outro. Mais uma manhã na faculdade de Direito em que o cansaço parecia pesar mais do que os próprios livros que Shane carregava nos braços. Tudo o que ele queria era passar no seu café favorito e tomar o tão julgado Dirty Matcha antes de enfrentar mais uma sequência interminável de aulas. No entanto, quando a garçonete se aproximou de sua mesa, não foi apenas com o copo em mãos. Havia um elegante buquê de flores. Shane: - O que é isso? A moça sorriu discretamente. Garçonete: - Alguém pediu para entregar especialmente para você... mas não deixou o nome. Shane franziu a testa, olhando alternadamente para o buquê e para o cartão preso entre as flores. O que estava acontecendo? E, mais importante... Quem havia enviava as flores?

Jamie Hollander-Rozanov has spent her entire life on the ice-perfect, controlled, untouchable. At just eighteen, she's already one of the most popular figure skaters in the world, known for her elegance, her precision... and the quiet edge behind her eyes that no one can quite figure out. Aaron Pike has never cared about perfection. Hockey is rough, fast, unforgiving-and so is he. Six months older than Jamie and determined to never let her forget it, Aaron has been by her side for as long as he can remember. Their dads are best friends. Their lives have always been intertwined. They were supposed to stay that way. Easy. Familiar. Safe. But somewhere along the way, everything changed. What used to feel like family started to feel like tension. Like stolen glances, sharper words, longer silences. Like something neither of them is willing to name-but neither of them can ignore. Now, with careers taking off, expectations rising, and their families watching closer than ever, the one thing they can't afford... is each other. Especially when Jamie's father has made one thing clear: Aaron Pike is a distraction she cannot have. And Aaron? He's never been very good at staying away.

Shane and Ilya are in college, they got paired together in the dormitory so they gradually get closer by the day.

Both boys have been in love with each other for years, they were open about it but never really explained what they were.

The Routine: For the last two seasons, whenever Montreal is in Boston or Boston is in Montreal, Shane and Ilya meet in sketchy, obscure hotels or empty parking garages. It is fast, aggressive, and highly addictive. They tell themselves it's just tension relief, but they are both completely obsessed. The Pressure Cooker: The media is obsessed with the "Hollander vs. Rozanov" narrative. Every hit on the ice is clipped; every post-game press conference is a minefield. The stress of keeping their hooks-ups secret while being forced to be the public faces of a blood-feud is making Shane frayed, paranoid, and defensive. The Teammate Factor: Cliff is right there in the Boston locker room. He sees Ilya being a moody, distracted asshole after games against Montreal. More importantly, Cliff is openly attentive to Shane on the ice or during handshakes-maybe he's chirping Shane, but it's the kind of lingering, heavy-eyed look that makes Ilya's blood boil.

Ilya Rozanov has never cared much for Christmas, but as things with his arch rival, Shane Hollander get more complicated, Ilya finds himself desperate for a Christmas miracle.

Cliff Marlow and Hayden Pike have a night together. Ao3 is down and so I am having to write my on fanfic for the first time so sorry if it sucks.

No matter how much they deny, Ilya and Hayden are, actually, friends.

After a late-night excursion with Boston Lily, Shane returns to the hotel room as usual. Only... there's one glaring difference. northscotia on ao3