Ilya Stories

For the first time in nineteen years, a sudden, blinding flash of color flooded Ilya's world. It was as if a dormant switch inside him had been violently flipped on. His Alpha instincts, usually as dormant and indifferent as the rest of him, surged forward with a fierce, possessive roar that made his blood run hot. The dull gray reality he had inhabited his entire life vanished, replaced by a single, absolute, unyielding mandate: That Omega is mine. Ilya didn't know his name. He didn't know his story, or his background. But as his blue eyes locked onto the stunning stranger, watching the way his warm brown eyes crinkled with a soft, gentle laugh, Ilya knew with absolute certainty that he would stop at nothing until that Omega belonged to him.

[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.

They got home and Shane continued to pull Ilya along, showing him his room and his toys. Eventually the two boys were playing in the living room and Yuna went to start dinner. She had the pasta cooking and the sauce bubbling on the stove when she went to check on them. "You can talk in front of mom," Shane's voice came around the corner and Yuna stopped to listen. "Father says here people don't like how we talk." Ilya's voice was not what Yuna had expected. He clearly had an accent. She suspected English was not the language spoken at home for him, but he didn't stutter or in any way sound unsure when he spoke. He was a good speaker, just with an accent. She hated that he didn't like his voice. "I like how you talk," Shane replied easily. There was a gentle noise of toys being played with. Yuna suspected it was cars from Shane's big tub of toy cars. Yuna snuck back into the kitchen. The two friends were so adorable Yuna could barely stand it. She wanted to burst into giggles in her kitchen, but she managed to contain herself enough to finish making dinner without alarming the children.

Shane got an email he'd expected to be able to easily ignore, but then he sees his husband's face and realizes he's gonna end up doing this embarrassing thing. Set after the Long Game Epilogue, so spoilers. Editing by dxeej for ch1-2

Heated Rivalry stars Ilya and Shane spend a romantic week in New York City!

Four years after their messy breakup, Shane Hollander posts a birthday photo of a little girl. The hockey world quickly realizes the little girl has Shane's freckles, Ilya Rozanov's face-and is exactly the same age as the years since they broke up.

random one shots of hollanov, hope you enjoy!

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Esta historia es narrada y subida a youtube, con el fin de mostrarnos su divertida rutina dia a dia cuidando de sus hijos y demostrar que un omega puede hacer muchas cosas al mismo tiempo

Smile. Smile for the cameras. Smile for the fans. Smile for your happiness. Her smile changed the lives for a lot of people. Nearly thirty to be exact.

"I love you forever more doctor"

What I Should Have Said That NightA missing/parallel scene from Heated Rivalry by Rachel Reid, where a long-buried memory resurfaces and forces Ilya to confront what he never said, and what Shane never forgot.

NixHydra's characters are their own, this is my own original story REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Ilya es un príncipe que casando encontró a un ciervo atrapado en una trampa de cazar era el ciervo más hermoso que Ilya hubiera visto tenía unos hermosos ojos negros y unas pecas blancas que resaltaban en su pelaje color café suave desde ese entonces a shane quedo enamorado de ese príncipe de ojos azules

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