In #myhrtimeline Shane is on Sesame Street to talk about good sportmanship whether it be a win or a loss and then a week later he tries to physically fight Scott on the ice after winning his game against him. Ilya sends him pretty much nonstop memes about this. Most of them are just Elmo wildly swinging his arms around w/ “you” attached.
i love every version of shane going to bood's bbq in fics, and it's always so funny when they try to go "just as friends" and cannot keep up the act for the whole night. it's always good and fun and makes sense in the fic, and i always enjoy it, but it's also just funny to see when their whole deal was that they've managed to not tell anyone for a whole decade except for very select circumstances.
it makes me want a 5+1 story with 5 times shane went to a centaurs event as a "friend" of ilya's and the +1 as either him attending as ilya's partner or as a centaur himself.
the first time would be at the end of summer, right after the end of the ottawa summer camp. wyatt asks shane how long he's going to be in town for before he heads back to montreal, and he says it'll be a few more days, and hayes says bood is hosting a pre-season bbq and shane should totally swing by. he's hesitant, but the fact that it's wyatt who invites him and confirms with bood that it's cool vs him clearly tagging along with ilya that makes him risk it.
the boxing day party would probably fall as time 3 or 4? i haven't decided what the others are yet.
but through these 5 parties, shane slowly gets to know the cens and their partners, sees how different the culture is from montreal, gets to know these people ilya talks about for himself, and slowly lets his guard down.
for their part, the centaurs get to know shane as a person better and not just The Shane Hollander™️and they also can't help but notice that their captain, who's always so busy on their days off, is conveniently always available if hollander is also around.
by time 5, most people have figured out that something is going on between them. everyone has pet theories about if it's serious or exclusive or new, but they're trying to tip-toe around it and not let shane or ilya know that they suspect something. it doesn't help that ilya brings anya, and she seems very familiar with shane.
it all comes to a head when wyatt, tipsier than he usually gets at these events, notices that shane is also wearing a chain tucked under his shirt. he puts a hand on shane's shoulder and says "can you just entertain me for a second here?" before hooking a finger under the chain and pulling the rest of the chain and the ring out from where it was tucked away. he looks at the ring close up for a moment before nodding, and saying "that's what i thought." he drops the ring, letting it falls back to shane's chest before saying "thanks buddy," patting him on the shoulder, and moving on like nothing happened. shane is...befuddled, but just shakes his head at his friend and also moves on. he's a little bit panicking, but he's mostly just confused. importantly, he doesn't bother to tuck the ring back into his shirt. a little bit after that, ilya and troy and maybe bood drift over to where shane is, and troy clocks the ring on the chain and says "hey, that ring looks familiar?" and bood agrees, turning to ilya and pulling the exact same move that wyatt did, bringing the chain out of ilya's shirt, showing both the cross and the ring beside it. everyone just stares at the clearly matching rings for a moment before troy says "if you try to claim you got matching friendship rings i'm going to punch you." ilya grins, mock offended, and says "i would never." by this point harris has clocked that something is going on and comes over, taking in the matching rings on display. "holy shit, is this already married or to be--?" he asks. "to be, not yet," ilya confirms. "probably this summer, maybe july," shane says, and it's the first thing he's said in several minutes. after that, for the rest of the night they mostly drop the act. no kissing or outright pda, but they don't really leave each other's sides, and they start bickering half in russian, and they openly refer to anya as theirs (shane refers to her as "our dog" while ilya calls her "our daughter"), and when they leave they don't have to pretend like they aren't leaving together, and they haven't put their rings away again for the rest of the night.
Post-outing and post- honeymoon pre-season Hollanov step out and are photographed for the first time in Ottawa featuring Shane— white t-shirt pre-season muscles bulging gray sweatpants dick outline healthy yes he's wearing his reeboks Mom and Ilya— decked out in TIGht Adidas track pants with the snaps black tank top clinging to that waist with Anya on a bedazzled leash— YES they're holding hands rings glinting in the golden hour YES they have their dog at this outside restaurant seating YES they're going to win this season YES Shane will have dessert and will give the first bite to his husband YES they're dropping a black card in the bill YES they're kissing each other's hands at the table and in a way it's kind of like Diana in her revenge dress except their best revenge is just living their best fucking life TOGETHER
Prompt: Gorgeous @hollanovmicrofic Prompt: Storm @hollanovbingo ~550 words. (Heavily inspired by: Gorgeous by Taylor Swift)
Shane was spending his evening at a charity function for the MLH foundation. The venue was a luxurious beach hotel in LA called Sunset & Vine.
But Shane was furious—not at the event or the location—but because, from the corner of his eye, he could see Ilya Rozanov talking to the commissioner. The asshole, who hasn't returned any of his messages in months, had a beautiful, slender woman on his arm.
Of course, he was with a freaking model. Of course, he looked stunning in his suit. And of course, they looked perfect together. Fuck.
Shane could barely pay attention to the conversation some of his colleagues were having around him, none the wiser about the internal storm brewing within Shane in this moment. He should've really thought more about the consequences of his arrangement with Rozanov. They weren't dating. They were just hooking up. That was probably why he didn't even bother telling Shane that he was going to be here tonight. Let alone be here with someone.
Maybe she was the reason why Rozanov hasn't messaged him in months. Shane got a sinking feeling in his stomach and promptly pushed it down. It wasn't like they were anything to each other anyway.
After some time, Shane risked looking in Rozanov's direction, and he found ocean blue eyes staring back at him. Gorgeous. Shane suddenly felt like he might sink and drown and die. He had to force himself to look away.
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Later that night, Shane found Rozanov alone having a cigarette on the outdoor balcony of the venue.
"Of course you're smoking," Shane scoffed.
Rozanov wasn't even surprised to see Shane. He just continued smoking.
"And you are drunk."
"I'm not." Shane only had one drink, a whiskey on ice.
"Did you bring anyone?" Rozanov asked.
"No." But you did, Shane thought, still fuming. "Where's your girlfriend?"
"Not my girlfriend. I am single."
Somehow, Shane thought that was worse. But before he realized it, he already blurted out, "How the fuck are you single? Look at your face."
A surprised expression hit Rozanov's aforementioned face. Then he recovered. "Wow, Hollander. I think you are pretty too."
"No! I, uh—" Shane sputtered. "Some people must find you attractive, I guess."
"Mm." Rozanov made a sound in agreement. He paused for a beat before turning his body towards Shane to ask, "And you are 'some people', yes?"
"Asshole," Shane said. "That's not what I meant."
"Right." He didn't sound convinced.
Rozanov finished the rest of his cigarette while they listened to the sounds of the waves crashing into the rocks below. It was too dark to see the ocean but Shane had an urge to run into the water.
"I think I will go back to my room," Rozanov said eventually. As he started walking towards Shane, he added, "Alone."
Shane was frozen stiff, his jaw clenched and his heart racing. Rozanov stopped right in front of him. Before Shane could think, he was leaning in closer like he was being pulled to Rozanov like a magnet. Then, Rozanov reached out with the edges of his fingers to Shane's chin and lightly tilted his head up so he was looking straight into his eyes.
friends to lovers never had a bad track. “scared i’ll ruin what we have” SLAPS. “friendship cuddles while secretly dying inside” BANGER. “teasing each other and holding eye contact for a little too long” KILLS ME. and don’t even get me STARTED on “screaming i love you in the middle of a heated argument.”
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