we are posting fic at such a rate the tags are almost unnavigable so here. is some heated rivalry fic i have really enjoyed. consider making ur own rec list and then sending it to me thank you
you're so pretty when you take control by Little_White_Lie | explicit, 12k, sub top ilya rights | hot!!!
Ilya suddenly couldn’t breathe. Shane’s hands were firm around Ilya’s wrists and he was… Shane never talked like that. Not unless he was already out of his mind with pleasure, not unless Ilya took his time pulling it out of him. And even then, Shane never had that quiet command in his tone, soft and uncertain but growing in confidence with every word.
Shane pulled back to look at Ilya, his eyes impossibly dark. “So. Do you want to be good?”
Vishynya by Kate Andrews (k8andrewz) | explicit, 10k, shane wearing panties | the YEARNING, what if i bite a hole in my own ARM
"Okay." Shane's lie is not the battle Ilya chooses to fight. He wants to say, "I came all the way here for you. I'm here, dressed up and wearing uncomfortable shoes and doing this smiling monkey dance for rich old people, so that I have a chance to fuck you and touch you and kiss you and look at you. My news alert about the great Shane Hollander told me you would be here, so I bothered my agent until he got me an invitation. I flew three hours today, and will leave here for the airport to do that again at four am. I have not tasted you in months, and you truly think that I would spend one minute bouncing on some pretty little fungible social climber? You think my mind has room tonight for anything but your mouth and the way your big strong thighs turn into jelly for me and the way you need my cock like you need air?" But he does not.
Swagger by siegeofangels | explicit, 1.5k, alpha shane/omega ilya | it breaks my heart this isnt 100k
“Jimmy's gonna kill me if you strain your groin from heat,” Shane says.
“You want to do warmups next time?” Ilya says.
“That's actually probably a good idea,” Shane says. “Can you send me Jimmy's email? He might have a program.”
Ilya just grins and wraps his other leg around Shane. Shane’s not going anywhere.
Compatible by jewelledfoxes @jewelledfoxes | explicit, 18k, yknow that text post about shane inventing free use? | HOT!!!!
Maybe they couldn’t be extricated. Maybe Shane was right. Maybe they were like two plants potted in the same soil, roots too tangled and intertwined now for them to ever be separated without doing great damage to either one.
ball and chain by Anonymous | explicit, 7k, shane hollander walks ilya rozanov like a dog | weaponising teammate's misogyny to get to fuck your boyfriend. genius, inspired, etc
He was a vessel, filled and guided. He was a machine, perfectly engineered to respond to Shane’s command. He was a good dog, mindless with devotion, hanging on every signal from his master.
Ilya Rozanov Gets Railed by GlitterCity | explicit, 13k, bottom ilya | incredible long-term relationship representation. waugh
“There’s no lube in the kitchen,” Shane said.
“Did we run out?” Ilya asked, thumb sliding over the head again. Shane was pretty sure there was a wet spot on the front of his pants and didn’t care.
“We didn’t put any in here so we wouldn’t have sex in the kitchen,” he said, a little breathlessly.
Behind him, Ilya’s chest shook with quiet laughter, and Shane couldn’t help but join in.
“Is it working?” Ilya asked.
“Hasn’t yet,” Shane said. “Who knows, maybe tomorrow.”
Someday by BeingLolaStar | explicit, 5.7k, autistic shane | ilya knowing shane so well i am so normal
He had cancelled the service for Ilya. He had changed his habits for Ilya. It was ridiculous, but Ilya felt a swell of pride at the thought. Shane Hollander, on his knees scrubbing out the fridge was for Ilya. Shane had rearranged his whole life to carve out a little space that Ilya could fit himself into.
it'll cost you, not enough to bring you down by notlichenthis | gen, 2.5k, ilya reaching out to kip | this sold me on kip
Shane Hollander has managed to wrangle the hockey stick away from the spinning three-year-old. He's helping her skate around the rink, crouched down moving backwards so she can hold onto him, little hands gripped tight around his index fingers. She's beaming up at him, jabbering away, and he's got this gentle smile on his face, talking back - nothing Kip can hear at this distance, but clearly answering whatever questions she's throwing at him with utmost patience. He looks like he could do this all day.
Kip sneaks a look sideways. Rozanov isn't smiling anymore. His face is split like an overripe peach, softness spilling from his eyes. Kip thinks if he tried to paint his portrait, it would come out like some clumsy over-sweet Dali pastiche. Melting. Bleeding.
you know this moment, don't you? (time is strangely calm now) by barnes_romzanov | mature, 15k, !! suicidality !!, ilya's so very depressed | I Am Very Normal And I Have Normal Compliments To Make Here. Imagine Them. Here.
The word clicks suddenly. Зимняя спячка: hibernate. It’s when animals hide away and sleep for the winter, waking up again in the spring.
Maybe Shane is right about him doing it too. Russia was always darker in the winter- sleepier- so it makes sense the people would be. Ilya thinks it might be embedded in his bones- it certainly was in his mother’s. Ilya feels like he’s back there, sometimes, when he gets like this. He hates that Shane notices. Shane Hollander- who has never been anything less than perfect, who’s like sunshine, coming through the window in organized rays, slowly sweeping over and warming the room as it rises- deserves a lot more than having to worry about a grown man who’s invaded his space the way Ilya has.
esplanade by etben @angryonabus | gen, 2k | BIG FEELINGS
"Shut up, CJ, I'm just asking," Mikey repeats, abandoning the beer and turning back to Shane. "Look, I get it — you wanna be with your guy! Of course you fucking do! Of course you're gonna be with your guy, I get that, that makes perfect sense, but why—"
"Mikey, come on, don't do this—
"—why'd you have to drag him off to Ottawa, huh? What's so great about Ottawa?"
we'll be afraid of nothing by satorussuguru | teen, 8.5k, autistic shane | the exact fic i searched 'autistic' in the shane hollander tag looking for everyone cheer and clap
“You," Ilya continues, one hand reaching out like he's going to touch Shane's face again before he seems to remember the no-looking-at-each-other rule and lets it fall to the couch between them instead, fingers splaying against the leather cushion inches from Shane's thigh. "You as person? Shane Hollander who talks about elastic energy and reads hockey literature and knows every single stat for every single player? Who explains things in this very serious way like you are giving lecture? This is my favorite thing. This is what I like most. That you are so—" He makes another frustrated sound, switching to rapid Russian for a moment before catching himself. "You are so straightforward. So honest. Everything you think is right there on your face, even when you are trying to hide it. You don't play games with people, you don't say things you don't mean. And I—”
He cuts himself off abruptly, and Shane can see from his peripheral vision that Ilya is running a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends in agitation. “And I think this is most interesting thing about anyone I have ever met.”
six-seven-eight, triple nine, eight-two-one-two by insatiablegaydesire @sapphicsansastark | teen, 2.7k, they're falling in LOVE | YEARNING!!!!!
One time Shane mentions that he’s about to go on a run, and Ilya texts, Without me? (
Shane shakes his head at it, but the next time, he calls Ilya up.
“Hollander?”
“Leaving for a run in five minutes. Still want to come?”
There’s rustling on the other end of the line, then the sound of a door opening and fabric brushing against itself. “Yes. I will change.”
Five and a Half Beers and Just as Many Chalupas by Erisenyo @erisenyo | teen, 4.7k, book canon, shane learning to trust the centaurs | good outsider pov is like crack to me
“No.” Hollander rolls his eyes and then enunciates, somehow without actually enunciating, “Taco. Bell.”
“Hm,” Roz makes a show of considering, voice shaking with laughter, “Don’t know, Hollander, pizza sounds pretty good right now.”
“Well, you’re wrong. Your ears are wrong. Your tongue is wrong. You’re wrong.”
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