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One of my faves Hollanov one-shot! 🩵
https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/122457628
Wyatt was not, like, nosy. For sure, he was interested. He was curious. He engaged with people, obviously, because most people were interesting and engaging and had cool thoughts and said neat stuff if you asked.
So, no. Wyatt wasn’t nosy, but he wasn’t stupid, either.
Or: A Bromance Blooms In Ottawa Or: The Ballad of Wyatt and Ilya
This is your sign to read "the zombie fic" 🧟♂️🖤
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Shane leaves that Vegas penthouse suite feeling wretched, and like an idiot, and like he never wants to see Ilya Rozanov again.
Except, well. Then there are zombies.
Loved this fic so much! 🩵
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In bed with Rose, a hunger roaring inside him that he knows won’t be sated that night, Shane wishes he had never walked across that parking lot in Regina, had never introduced himself to Ilya Rozanov.
The universe gives him his wish.
What would his life look like, if he’d never trekked across that empty, windy parking lot in Saskatchewan eight years ago to introduce himself to Rozanov? If he’d never allowed himself to get caught by that crooked smile, if they hadn’t spent the years since chasing each other across hotel rooms and empty apartments and two countries? If he didn’t know that Ilya kept tuna salad pre-made in his fridge, if he’d never had the thought I think he might know me better than anyone else cut across his mind, forbidden but no less true for it?
I made a cover and did css/html for @luulapants forrrr....
my momsold me to Scott Hunter, a Shane Hollander fanfiction
by luulapants
rpfactorfiction
Oh my god, I didn't know there were any copies of this left on the internet. For those who don't know, this is like. This is a foundational text of hockey RPF. This is from before hockey RPF was really a thing even. It's from the mid-aughts and wasn't posted to a fanfiction website. Instead, OP dropped this insane RPF manifesto onto a normal ass hockey fan forum (which no longer exists) then deleted their account like two days later. Just handed this to a bunch of jocks and hockey bros and dipped. Legendary shit. Like, I don't think this kid even knew what fanfiction was, the fucking hand of god just compelled him to write about being an MLH player's sex slave and show it to the world. I pray every day that this insane child actually made it to the MLH and got to meet Scott Hunter.
So maybe Shane had a little crush on Scott Hunter in his younger years. So maybe he anonymously posted online about it once. So maybe it had become an internet legend and a running joke in the MLH.
He only realizes he’s doing it when it’s too late to stop.
He’s standing in the drink aisle of the grocery store, checking the expiration dates on the cans of Coke, mentally cross-checking them with Boston’s away game schedule, and the reality hits him like someone shook one of those cans and popped it open. A snap. A fizz. A mess.
Shane is making space for Ilya.
(or, lessons in budget-friendly shopping, home decor, and resisting the urge to neatly combine all your situationship’s shit into a drawer in your bedroom because you might be falling in love with him: a seven-ish step guide by shane hollander, who is so, so fucked)
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This was such a beautiful fic! 💕
When Shane reluctantly agreed to kick off his MLH career with a photoshoot, he imagined, somewhat vaguely, a hockey uniform and some dramatic lighting on the rink. Shoot a few pucks. Pose intensely. That kind of thing. The marketing agency, apparently, had other ideas.
A plane flight gone wrong, a desperate crash landing, and suddenly hockey’s two brightest young stars find themselves stranded in the heart of the Canadian wilderness. With no way home and no rescue coming, they only have one hope for survival -- each other.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Cover for another fic that I recently read and enjoyed so much! 💕
Another cover for a recent read that I really enjoyed! <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It's 2008. Due to an injury, Ilya Rozanov never made it to the International Prospects Cup. But Fate's gonna do what Fate's gonna do; this summer, Shane Hollander will be tutoring at an English language intensive hockey camp in Moscow.
Cover for another of my faves one-shot by Spoons 🥄💕
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This was different. This wasn’t hockey, or a competition, or a well-honed skill. This was her chance to welcome Ilya to their family.
The five times Yuna Hollander opened her heart to Ilya, and the one time Ilya found a home within it.
i want to write a million words about the quebec city owls, why are there not enough hours in the day
the wonderful and talented @kowabungadoodles designed these jerseys for the owls and i am blown away. The heart-shaped owl logo! 😭
perfection.
(there is more owls lore on the way it is all in my head. It just needs to go on the page) (thank you to everyone who loves this fic and this team. i love you.)
there is no heart for me like yours (to join the owls fan club)
Goalie Shane for the win! 🥅 💕
https://archiveofourown.org/works/79091681/chapters/207488696
No serious hockey fan or sports commentator worth their salt would have considered record-breaking Boston superstar Ilya Rozanov to be Shane Hollander’s rival exactly, but sleeping with a man who had a specific offense-related vendetta against him and a wrist shot like a jet engine to back it up was probably ill-advised just the same.
Or, Shane is a goalie. Ilya can’t score.
Cover designs for fics in ao3
This was my first Hanahaki Disease ever, and I loved it so much!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Can you believe it? How the hell did he end up bagging her?”
Ilya stared, brain not comprehending what his body already seemed to, that Hollander was dating-
“Rose fuckin’ Landry! How does the lamest guy in the League-”
He knew that smile. He thought it was for him, just for him. But it wasn't.
“No,” he whispered. His stomach spasmed.
“You good, Roz?”
Why would he- How could he-
They were holding hands…
“Rozanov? What the fuck?”
He jumped up from the table and stumbled for the front door, just barely making it through before the first mass of petals came up. He heaved as he ran, trying desperately to get away from the pavement, somewhere he could hide what was happening.
Unfortunately, his teammates had followed, because of course they would. He saw a photo of Shane Hollander holding hands with a movie star and promptly threw up.
Who wouldn't be curious?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
After the tuna melt meltdown, Shane meets Rose Landry, has several deeply inconvenient revelations, and decides to do the only sensible thing: win Ilya back with sincerity, logistics, and a frankly alarming amount of emotional effort.
Ilya, meanwhile, mistakes every tender gesture for the kind prelude to an inevitable goodbye.
Or: Shane is living in a romcom. Ilya is living in a Russian tragedy.
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I loved this fic sooooooooo much!!!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“You are not broken, Ilya,” Terry says, sounding a little stern now. “I told you to keep an eye on the side effects. How long have you been experiencing this?”
“Since last night.”
“What?”
“Since last night,” Ilya repeats. “Or afternoon, technically.”
And Terry…Terry fucking laughs.
Ilya is going to die, and Shane will be sad forever and Terry fucking laughs.
“It hasn’t even been a day?” Terry clarifies, still chuckling. “Well, this could have nothing to do with the medication. It could just be an off day—”
“Off day?” Ilya repeats incredulously. “Have you seen my husband? There are no off days with an ass like that.”
OR: Ilya starts taking antidepressants only to realise it's fucking up his sex life. And, he acts totally very chill about it.
A really good Time Loop Hollanov 🥰
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
recursion (noun) : an algorithm used in iteration where the program goes a step deeper into itself with each loop until a condition is met
As Shane stares across the club under the flickering lights at Ilya Rozanov, he thinks this might be the worst day of his life.
Then he has to do it all over again.
In the fresh, early relationship, hazy days post-cottage, texting each other constantly, so desperate to crawl into each others’ skin and learn everything there is to know about each other …
And every time Ilya types yuna it auto corrects to tuna and his eye twitches
Loved this fic SO MUCH!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/78366736/chapters/205430676
Ilya asked Shane’s father while Shane and his mother were talking outside: “Is boyfriends correct? Lovers is incorrect, but I am not sure what is correct.”
“Well,” Mr. Hollander said. “‘Lovers’ is usually used for, hm, a mistress or an affair. Something kind of sordid. Though--you would say Romeo and Juliet is a play about two lovers,” he said. He paused his knife on the chopping board. “Somehow that’s right and using it for real people isn’t right. English is a damn funny language, Ilya."
“Yes,” Ilya said from the bottom of his heart.
