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[smokingrozanov]

[graceebooks]

[dykeadelick]

fic: tough as leather

Shane and Rose go shopping. Shane buys a harness as a surprise for Ilya.

[thisfeebleheart]

the sweet little shin kiss is so dear to me

[ilyahugs]

Shane suffers an injury and gains a bit of weight; Ilya is Ilya about it. (950 words) --  

Shane is well aware that injuries happen, that he’s been through the ringer plenty of times to know the drill. It’s the sport he’s chosen, that he loves, and the game comes with consequences. He’s learned to appreciate that when he gets hurt, at least it’s not career ending? That it’s not something worse than a concussion or fractured collarbone or bruised ribs, or in this case, a broken arm. He’s in a bulky-ass cast that makes life difficult. He hates showering, he hates getting dressed, and working out is…abysmal. He can take walks but he can’t really run, and he certainly can’t lift weights.

And whatever, that’s not the end of the world, but he’s been wearing this fucking cast for about a month and it’s thrown off too many of his routines that it feels like he needs to crawl out of his skin. He’s fucking annoyed by it—he’s annoyed that his body seems like it’s betraying him, somehow. (Or maybe, pathetically, the other way around.) 

Regardless, he does what he can. He still eats well and keeps movement high, does as much as he’s  able to stay in shape. But in a way that can’t be avoided, he gains a little bit of weight, mostly around his belly. It’s not anything obscene, it’s just enough to be noticeable. Shane isn’t going to pretend he’s always had a six-pack or whatever, there’s always been a soft swell to his stomach even when he’s in shape. He isn’t someone that’s searching for a stereotypical ‘perfect body’ when there are plenty of different definitions to tone, especially for hockey players. 

But he’s frustrated nonetheless—especially when his boyfriend keeps referring to his ‘time off’ from his typical work-out routine as his maternity leave. 

Shane glances up from where he’s sprawled out on the couch as Ilya comes into the living room freshly showered, curls still damp and full. He’s carrying a cup of iced coffee in one hand, practically finished but Ilya’s sucking it dry and chewing on the straw, and a strawberry smoothie in the other. He hands that over to Shane. 

“How’s the baby today?” 

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Shane grumbles. 

Ilya tuts, “You know babies can pick up building blocks of language in womb.” 

Oh my god, “Where the fuck did you learn that?” 

Ilya sucks on his straw again, the gurgling sound of nothing coming up through the ice making Shane grit his teeth. Ilya holds his gaze as he sits on the coffee table across from him, 

“Your mother.” 

Shane squeezes the smoothie in his hand, almost ruining the cup and getting it everywhere. Ilya just grins at him. 

A few moments pass, the TV playing a Food Network competition in the background as Ilya reaches his hand out and gently touches Shane’s cheek. Shane, despite his grouchy demeanor, is not strong enough to pull away. He dips his chin, his nose and lips brushing along the palm of Ilya’s hand. 

“In a lot of pain?” 

Shane shakes his head, “Just uncomfortable.” Itchy, for the most part, he thinks. But also being uneasy in his own skin. He knows that will fade, that once the cast comes off he’ll be able to sink back into himself; he just has to wait it out. Be patient. 

“I know something that can help.” 

Shane sips on his smoothie, shaking his head but saying nothing because he already knows what Ilya is about to do. He stands from the coffee table, leaving his cup behind as he carefully maps himself over top of Shane’s body. Shane’s legs automatically widen just a little to accommodate his form, a long sigh leaving his nose when Ilya props himself up on his elbows on either side of his abdomen. 

Ilya smiles, tugging Shane’s shirt up to reveal his stomach. A shiver courses down his spine, his toes curling in his socks. 

“This is so ridiculous.” 

“Ah,” Ilya interrupts, hand playfully pinching his side. “Shush. Let’s see if the baby is kicking today.” 

His other large hand splays over Shane’s lower belly, brushing his thumb over his belly button. Shane sips on his smoothie, looking over at the TV, pretending he’s not going to play into this foolishness but…

Of course he is. Because Ilya leans down and presses a series of kisses to his skin. They’re gentle and loving and regardless of how nonsensical it all is, he also knows that his boyfriend cares about him deeply. He knows that Ilya can sense how bothered he is by his slight weight gain, even though he’ll be able to shave it off when he begins working out again, even though it doesn’t really matter in the long run. Even though Ilya is being silly, he’s loving Shane exactly how he is. 

Just like he always does. 

“No,” Shane says after a long moment, setting the smoothie down on the coffee table. “Because the baby is only thirteen weeks. We gotta wait until between sixteen and twenty-five for that.” 

Ilya grins, absolutely thrilled at being entertained. He then blows a raspberry into Shane’s tummy before soothing over the spot with his thumb, “Ah, right. Something to look forward to.” 

Shane rolls his eyes but there’s a twitch of a smile on his lips as he leans back against the pillows, his attention turning to the Food Network. Ilya rests his head on his abdomen, looking at the TV as well, squeezing his arms around Shane’s body. 

Shane’s hand threads through Ilya’s hair, scratching at his scalp before he moves his fingers down to the back of his neck, underneath his shirt a bit, thumb circling his pretty moles. And Ilya’s right—Shane does feel better. 

[hollanovarchive]

The story is one where for whatever reason Shane and Ilya are both in New York. pre- relationship. Ilya convinces Shane no one will pay attention to them if they go out. I think they wear sunglasses and big coats. At one point Ilya gets a phone call(I think from Sveta) and shane leaves where he was at. But they find each other again and they’re able to share a kiss on New Year’s.

Hm, here is what I could find.

Heartbeat on the High Line 

Ilya and Shane go on a friendship date while visiting New York City for the All Stars Game

New York City 

Shane and Ilya spend a day in New York City.

Following the Path, Leaving A Trail Ch. 3

With Russia banned from competing in World Juniors, Shane and Ilya don’t meet until draft day. How is their story different without those first few interactions and without the media’s “rivalry” obsession?

I don't want to waste more time 

The Raiders are playing New Jersey. The Metros are playing New York. And later, much later, on that cold, January night, there is going to be one steamy hotel room in Midtown.

Does this fic sound familiar to anyone else? Please let me know x

[russianblush]

shane: 🧍‍♂️ ilya:

[damnnmilkovich]

I never will forget those nights, I wonder if it was a dream. Remember how you made me crazy? Remember how I made you scream?

[hollanov-in-lov]

Shane’s Face Journey when: Ilya’s public All Stars game smooch, and how unreservedly gleeful Shane is about it

*best viewed top down to enjoy the minutiae of his voluminous glee

Source: these glorious gifs @delicatepointofview

(proudly featuring Hudson’s smiling eye dimple👆)

[hollanovarchive]

Heyyy can you please help me find this fic

An immigration worker goes undercover to verify Shane and Ilya aren’t married for PR or for convenience. Her car breakdown and they invite her home and call a tow truck and they have meal together and hang out and she pretends she doesn’t know them and she observes them being cute

Is this your fic?

there is no heart for me like yours 

Ilya Rozanov has been drafted by Boston, the number one pick overall, but his father doesn't want him moving to America and so takes steps to block his visa. He's going to have to go back to Russia and stay there forever and that, thinks Shane Hollander, is wrong. It's so wrong that Shane can't stop himself from doing something about it. Even though that something is the most reckless, the only reckless thing he's ever done in his life. He marries Rozanov in secret, to keep him out of Russia and put him on a path to Canadian citizenship. Shane's got a five-year plan to get him there and when you have a plan nothing can go wrong. Right? Right. When you have a solid plan and a marriage that's on paper only there's no risk of feelings getting involved. Not on Rozanov's part and certainly not on Shane's.

[manhasetardis]

Heated Rivalry + Textposts 30/?

[everythinghollanov]

PINCH HITS #1 & #4: DUE JULY 26TH

The Hollanov Summer Exchange is a 1000-word minimum fic exchange centered around the pairing Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov. Hollanov must be the main focus of the fic.

What is a Pinch Hit?

A Pinch Hit is someone whose created has defaulted and needs a new one.

This is the list of updated PHs. The previous post is no longer being updated.

If you're interested in one of the following PHs, please send me an email at maevedarcy at proton.me. PLEASE include your AO3 username AND the number of PH you're picking up.

These PHs are due July 26th 9PM (GMT-4).

(even if you cannot pick it up, please reblog so we can reach more interested people)

PH 1 - Heated Rivalry (TV), Shane/Ilya, Freeforms: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting to Know Each Other, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Late Night Conversations, Pining While Fucking, Sexting, Situationships, Time Loop, Friends with Benefits Enemies to Lovers

Mediums: Fic

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PH 4 - Heated Rivalry (TV), Shane/Ilya, Freeforms: Married Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Flirting, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Book 6: The Long Game (Game Changers), Fluff, Slice of Life, Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Relationship Timeline Reveal, Post-Book 2: Heated Rivalry (Game Changers), Romantic Gestures, Summer

Mediums: Fic

AO3 AUTO APP LINK: https://autoao3app.fandom.tools/#/hollanovsummerexchange26/user/laricina

[hollanov-ann]

[totearup]

Concept - sometime in the 2015-16 season Marley is traded to Ottawa. Both he and Ilya make dramatic social media posts about their husband going off to war or whatever. The Cliff/Ilya fans eat it up with a spoon. In 2018, when Ilya signs with Ottawa too, even the more serious sports media find themselves briefly considering the idea that there might be something more to this friendship, because why else would Rozanov go to a bottom ranked team like Ottawa?

Shane goes back and forth between weird pointless jealously that people think Ilya is fucking Cliff and relief that this is like a weird added security around their real relationship.

Ilya and Cliff both find the whole thing fucking hilarious.

[mysecretheatedrivalrysideblog]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov Additional Tags: Post-Book 2: Heated Rivalry (Game Changers), Post-Episode: s01e06 The Cottage (Heated Rivalry), Established Relationship, Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov, Drunk Shane Hollander, Fluff and Humor, Ilya Rozanov is a Menace, Shane Hollander is a Mess, Pre-Book 6: The Long Game (Game Changers), Established Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Summary:

Shane returns home after being dragged out for drinks and makes a late night snack, much to Ilya’s amusement.

He takes a step closer and leans down on the table, resting on his forearms. “Ilyusha, baby… we’re gonna be together forever, right?” he asks, his eyes wide and his voice soft, almost hesitant.

Ilya can’t help but smile back as he nods his head slowly, “Forever.”

[mymansmoon]

to come back to you (hollanov ficlet)

rating: T | tags: soft middle-of-the-night happenings, cuddles, banter, domesticity

shane wakes in the night needing to pee. ilya is cuddling him from behind, one arm cushioning shane's neck and the other weighing down the dip of shane's waist, their legs criss-crossing and tangled in blankets. shane is loathe to move, but his bladder is full and insistent and he knows he won't be able to fall back asleep without dealing with it. so he begins the awful process of disentangling himself from ilya — unhooking an ankle from ilya's calf, removing a leg from between ilya's legs, lifting ilya's arm from his stomach. he does it all painstakingly slowly, not wanting to wake ilya, but his efforts prove futile. he's barely shifted away from ilya when he hears ilya inhale behind him, feels him stir.

sleepy hum, then, "shane?"

ilya's voice just woken up is like a dream. shane feels warm listening to it. the deep timbre of it. he finishes returning ilya's arm to him, though ilya seems unwilling to accept it, and looks over his shoulder as he does. in the dark he can make out only the broadest features of ilya's form—the bulk of his torso and the indistinct smudge of his soft curls. shane reaches in that direction and caresses his head briefly.

"just gonna go to the bathroom."

ilya grunts and sighs in one go, unhappy. shane leaves the bed. he shuts the en-suite door behind him quickly, not wanting the light to spill out for too long. the bathroom is blinding and cold after the bed and ilya's arms; shane rushes through his business, eager to return to both. before he comes back out he shuts the light off through a crack in the door.

as he approaches the bed again the slightly deeper dark of ilya's sleeping form moves. shane discerns a hand reaching out to him.

"come here," ilya mumbles. he sounds like half his mouth is squashed against the pillow. shane smiles, unseen by anyone. he begins climbing back in next to ilya, ducking under his outstretched arm.

"did you wait up for me?" he asks, settling onto his side facing ilya and pulling the blankets back over his lower half. ilya's arm comes around him, palm against his shoulder blades, and brings him in. shane snakes his arms around ilya's middle.

"yes," ilya says. "you take longest pisses in the fucking world."

"shut up, i take normal pisses." shane says this into ilya's neck, where the skin is thin and warm, and his heartbeat bumps up against shane's lips. all shane has to do is purse his lips to kiss him. he does. "you thought it was long because you missed me."

"yes," ilya says simply. shane lets ilya feel his smile. ilya shimmies down the bed a little, so shane's head is tucked more snugly between his chin and his shoulder, then slings one of his legs over both of shane's like a massive koala. shane really hopes he won't need to pee again until morning. ilya kisses shane's hair in several different places, quick and affectionate. mwah, mwah, mwah. then he settles down with a sigh.

"comfortable?" he asks. his voice is all around shane. shane hums.

"very comfortable."

"sleep?"

"sleep," shane agrees.

they do.

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