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This series deserves more love!!!! It's so good!!!!
https://archiveofourown.org/series/5609056
What happens when Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander—sole survivors of the human race—wind up bumping into each other in space? Lots of fucking, bickering, and coming up with ridiculous ways to compete with each other. So, same as any other timeline.
Another fave of mine! 🩵
https://archiveofourown.org/works/81007671/chapters/212849131
Shane is drunk, concussed, and hiding in a phone booth when he calls the only number he knows by heart.
The man who answers is not Hayden Pike.
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His entire body felt tense as the door was pushed open. He trained his eyes on the floor, monologuing before he could stop himself, “Just so you know, my buddies paid for this dance for me and I’m sure you’re very nice and very pretty and good at what you do but I’m actually gay so you can just- Do what you need to do but I don’t want you to be offended because I’m not as into this as you’re probably…usually…used to…” He trailed away as he looked up, and met the eyes of the very tall, very broad, very handsome man leaning against the doorframe. They stared at each other, and Shane blinked, struck dumb.
Or, the night of JJ's bachelor party, Shane is forced into a lap dance he very much does not want. Until he does, and everything changes.
Such a Beautiful story! 🫶🏒🩵
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After coming out to Rose, Shane decides he doesn't want to lie anymore, even if he isn't sure coming out will mean he gets happily ever after with Ilya. When coming out to the Voyageurs leaves him wondering what his future in Montreal might look like, he lets himself be a little selfish, he lets himself wonder if there might be somewhere else he might be happy. If Montreal wants to get rid of a generational player, he's not about to stop them, especially if it means he can get a little closer to joy.
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Or: Shane Hollander leaves Montreal in search of something better.
3 different covers for this fic cause I couldn't pick one!
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Ilya, my resilient king 👑 🫶
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Shane can’t stand his college roommate and teammate, Ilya Rozanov. Can’t stand his arrogance and his messiness and his constant sleeping around.
But then the entire team, Shane included, welcomes their families to campus for Parents Weekend.
And Shane also can’t stand that Ilya is alone.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/78079536/chapters/204621381
One more cover for another beautiful fic! 🩵
https://archiveofourown.org/works/76566371/chapters/200384021
Shane disappears from the hockey world between the prospect cup and the draft.
Years later, Ilya ends up playing for Ottawa anyway.
One of the most beautiful fics I've read! 🩵 🥲
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Hollander’s eyes slid past him, stopped, came back and held, his eyes widening. Ilya smiled, a mocking curve of his mouth, and raised his cup in acknowledgment. Number one, he mouthed, and while he couldn’t be certain in the dim light of the bar, he thought he saw Hollander flush.
Then his chin lifted, challenging, and Ilya felt something hook behind his ribs, a sharp tug, like a fish on a line.
Or: Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander make a deal - whichever of them debuts as a #1 NYT bestseller owes the other a blowjob
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“I’m sorry I’m not him,” Shane says, looking away.
“Who?”
“Future me. Whoever you fell in love with.” What’s unsaid hangs in the air: whoever fell in love with you. Because this Shane – 2010 Shane – doesn’t love him. Is amused by their daily lessons, comforted by his presence, even grateful. But love?
“That’s the thing, Shane,” Ilya says. His eyes are shining. “You are, right now, exactly who I fell in love with.”
In 2031, Shane wakes up in the hospital certain that it's 2010. Ilya is there to remind him of the two decades he's missed and the life they've built along the way.
Probably one of my faves space AUs ever!
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Another amazing fic by CorvidCordelia!!! 🩵
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Another amazing fic by BoopBoop 🖤
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Loved this one-shot so much! 🖤
https://archiveofourown.org/works/80695646
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Ilya's on a hotel roof in the middle of the night. The draft is tomorrow, and he can't sleep.
That's when Shane Hollander appears, but he's somehow thirty-five years old, and acting very friendly... and he's wearing glasses. This must be a dream — mustn't it?
Lovers, I Guess
15k | Hollanov | E | Time Travel, Age Difference, Younger Ilya/Older Shane Ilya's on a hotel roof in the middle of the night. The draft is tomorrow, and he can't sleep. That's when Shane Hollander appears, but he's somehow thirty-five years old, and acting very friendly... and he's wearing glasses. This must be a dream — mustn't it?
“You don’t look like a dream.” Tap, tap, tap, goes Hollander’s finger over the bridge of Ilya’s nose, over the little mark on his cheek where he’d had a mole removed when he was fifteen, then down to the spot under his chin where there’s an almost invisible white scar, from when he’d split it open when he was five. “You really are pretty realistic. And you don’t feel like a dream, either.”
“Wonder why you are old?” Ilya looks at him again, more carefully this time now he knows he can do whatever he wants. He has such a soft-looking mouth, the thin upper lip curled into what might be the ending of a smile, or maybe the beginning of another one. His freckles are unbelievable; Ilya should have known just by seeing them alone that this was all a figment of his subconscious.
“Hey, I’m not—,” Hollander protests, but it comes out weak and ends breathy, because Ilya reaches out and thumbs over his cheek, pressing against the skin where the freckles cluster darkly. It stops the words right out of Hollander’s mouth, and then Ilya can track his blush with this finger too, that insane pink that matches his mouth so well.
“The other times I dream about you, you are not old,” Ilya tells him, and whatever Hollander tries to say stops when Ilya catches at his chin, raises his face up, all the better to see the way his eyes move to Ilya’s mouth.
“You dreamed about me?” Hollander manages. Ilya’s hand fits perfectly along his jaw; Hollander tilts his chin as though he was not just expecting but waiting for the touch.
“Very nice dreams,” Ilya tells him, and kisses him.
On AO3 here
Thank you @sweet-s0rr0w @maesterchill @boxboxlewis, getting to write alongside you lot is the best part of fandom
This was brilliant! Yuna, you absolute queen!
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Loved this fic so much!!!! 🖤
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82952601/chapters/218425056
Hollanov AU, where Ilya is Shane's TA for Intro to Russian Literature 😮💨
https://archiveofourown.org/works/76006691/chapters/198862316
