Goldie’s Corner

Goldie, She/Her, 24yo Fic-Writer + Professional Yapper + Obsessed with Heated Rivalry :D Goldie020202 on Ao3

[ticklefighthockey]

this author’s note ahahaha

[boitterfly]

just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher

heated rivalry x the hand - annabelle dinda

[brownsoblueedits]

Ilya from Alexei's POV - Dashboard by Noah Kahan

See my other Heated Rivalry edits here

[goldie020202]

The Golden Boy and My Worst Regret (AKA my take on the amnesia trope!)

Summary: In 2022, Ilya wakes up in a hospital in Ottawa with no memory of how he got there. He has hazy recollections of 2015, but he can't remember anything about the past seven years. He is shocked to learn he is now married to Shane Hollander, a fact that forces him to reconcile the decisions of his past self with the expectations he inherited from his father.

Status: WIP; Ch. 15/24 posted; 46,382 words

Mood: Angst with a Happy Ending; Hurt/Comfort

Link: Ao3 Hyperlink!

The next morning, Hollander sat at the kitchen table and sipped his decaffeinated coffee. Ilya knew it was decaffeinated because Hollander had given up caffeine in solidarity with Ilya, who was supposed to avoid it while his brain was healing. It was another one of Hollander's peculiarities because Ilya certainly hadn't asked Hollander to subject himself to something as horrific as decaffeinated coffee. At first, Ilya had suspected the sacrifice was a trick, a farcical show of goodwill. He assumed Hollander had swapped the coffee containers, secreting the usual coffee grounds behind the decaf label. However, Ilya had tested this theory a few weeks prior, hip bones brushing against the kitchen counter as he reached across the bar to hook his finger through the handle of Hollander's mug. Loudly, he'd dragged the half full mug closer, making no secret of his intentions as the ceramic scraped against the granite counter top. Hollander had only raised his eyebrows, offering no protest when Ilya made a show of drinking from the mug. So, the coffee really was decaffeinated, then. Because if it wasn't, Hollander would have called the fire brigade. The coffee was watery and bitter. Without even the promise of caffeine, Ilya couldn't understand why Hollander would bother to drink it. When he had asked, though, Hollander had just shrugged, muttering something about routine and a placebo effect before rescuing his coffee mug from Ilya's idle hands.

[rozanovshane]

me and mymutuals playing in oursandbox with ourshane and ourilya

[musiicpix3l]

Yes yes i know love is love. But they are still killing CHILDREN. over this.

[consumer-of-books]

There's a version of Ilya that showed up to every Boston game following the cottage with a neck guard because Shane looked into them and decided it was unacceptable for Ilya to take that risk too. Ilya was issued an ultimatum stop smoking or start using a neck guard.

Ilya would do both and Boston would say he was whipped. The chirping only increased further when they found out it was Jane, presumed Montreal fan. This also explained why Ilya started wearing it at the same time as Shane Hollander ... because Jane Montreal fan saw Hollander do it and decide Ilya must too, totally not because being asked to make choices that are good for him gives Ilya warm fuzzy feelings.

[perlukafarinn]

Canon divergent AU where Shane is a little more paranoid and when Hayden first comments on "Boston Lily", he decides he has to do something to break up the pattern and make it not so noticeable that he's got someone on Boston.

Not seeing Rozanov is not an option, so instead Shane picks out a few other cities to regularly go out by himself in. He'll go for a long walk, maybe sit down somewhere for a drink, and then catch a taxi back to the hotel an appropriate amount of time later. It's honestly pretty nice, unwinding by himself in this way, and now disappearing after games is not a thing specific to Boston! It's just another strange Hollander quirk!

Unfortunately, he fails to account for the guys on the team jumping on the most obvious explanation for all these disappearances, which is that Shane now has a girl in every port.

Word about this starts to spread quick, because it is so out of character for Shane, and pretty soon half the league is under the impression that he's some secret playboy.

Ilya is extremely not chill about this rumor.

[perlukafarinn]

@scunthotter

help 😭😭 ilya's playing 4d chess to keep his man to himself and meanwhile shane's like "it's so nice having ilya with me on my little walks 🥰"

[icaruswar]

shane and ilya at their daughter's peewee hockey game, judging the FUCK out of the coach for roster mismanagement and mediocre in-game adjustments.

(they don't realise that this is a middle school annual tournament for kids and not the NHL playoffs)

[perlukafarinn]

They're shooting the shit in the Centaurs' locker room after practice and somehow the conversation gets around to hall passes, which then somehow, inexplicably, evolves into the guys talking about their 'exceptions'.

"Exceptions from what?" Shane asks, confused, only just now tuning into the conversation after spending the past ten minutes finishing up his routine (tm).

Dykstra shrugs. "Like you know how everyone has one person they'd theoretically go gay for?" Then, realizing who he's talking to, "Or straight for, I guess."

"I don't know," Shane says. This team really is different from the Metros. "Is this common knowledge?"

"Kind of," Holmberg chimes in. "Like for me, it would be Jason Momoa. I mean, have you seen those arms?"

Shane doesn't know who Jason Momoa is, so he just politely nods.

"I'd go for any of the Chrises, really," Hayes says. "Hemsworth, Pine, Evans..."

Ilya blows a raspberry. "Such basic answers. And this is blatant discrimination, how am I meant to play?"

"I'm picking that bartender at Monks with the snake tattoo," Young says, blatantly ignoring his Captain. "He seems like the sweet but dangerous type, you know?"

"It's not just celebrities?" Shane asks. "Are you actually gonna ask him out, then?"

Young shakes his head. "It's still just theoretical. I've never met a guy I'd actually go gay for but this is like... if I had to pick a guy."

"What about you, Hollander?" Dykstra asks, elbowing Shane. "Who's your exception? Theoretical, obviously, we know you're super gay."

"I'm regular-" Shane presses his lips together, annoyed. "Whatever."

"Don't be boring and say Rose Landry," Ilya warns.

Shane was gonna say Rose but as he pauses to think, he realizes he's got a better answer. "Actually, it would probably be Sveta."

Ilya blinks. "What?"

"Svetlana Vetrova," Shane says, like Ilya's issue is not knowing which Sveta he's talking about. "She's pretty, we get along great. And she knows everything about hockey, so we'd never run out of stuff to talk about."

Here is where Ilya should make fun of Shane for picking a beautiful woman he'd theoretically sleep with and only wanting to talk to her. About hockey.

That is what he would do, if his brain wasn't still lagging three paces behind. What the hell does Shane mean he'd go straight for Sveta?

"Nice pick," Dykstra congratulates him on. "She'd go for it, I think."

She would. This is terrible.

"Does that matter?" Shane asks, wanting to know the exact perimeters of this game. "Does that get you extra points?"

Dykstra laughs. "There are no points, it's not that kind of game."

Shane hums and promptly loses interest, realizing this is not something he can win at.

Meanwhile, Ilya is still quietly stewing over it would probably be Sveta. It's stupid and on some level, he knows that. Shane is super gay, no matter how he protests that moniker. Even if he wasn't, Ilya is it for him. There is nothing for Ilya to get jealous over.

Still, he should probably remind Shane who he belongs to. Thoroughly, over the course of a few hours.

Just in case.

[pluvialcity]

Ilya is so used to being the one doing the manhandling that when Shane picks him up for the first time he's just like

[shanehollandered]

i know there's this consensus that ilya becomes the cute clingy one when shane doesn't pay enough attention to him and i have read a lot of iterations of it that i loved and found hilarious but can i also say.

shane loves his kisses, okay, whenever someone (for some dumb reason) asks shane for hobbies (hockey doesn't count because, no, shane, that's your job), shane almost always blurts, kissing ilya. because he could do that for hours. hell, he probably has done it for hours. when he kisses ilya, the world just melts away, his anxieties quiet, his stress lessens, the pressure dissolves, his tension loosens, until there's nothing nothing nothing else except ilya and him, ilya’s mouth on his, and shane sometimes feels like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

and it's not even only the big kisses, the deep and filthy ones, it's the sweet ones, too, the quick ones, the soft and chaste ones.

he just loves kissing ilya.

so, whenever one of them leaves to do whatever, shane is sure to go collect his kiss. and sometimes that will just be a quick peck on the lips, sometimes it will be a super wet smack when ilya is feeling particularly playful and teasing, sometimes it will be an impromptu make out session that leaves both of them panting and hard and inevitably late to whatever thing either of them has to get to, and sometimes it will be a sweet, tender, a little lingering kiss, followed by another and another and they're smiling like lovesick teenagers at each other.

one time, shane is about grocery shopping or run some errand, and he gets into the car and realizes he forgot—he forgot—to get his kiss. and he's sitting there with his fingers on the keys in the ignition, debating whether or not he should admit defeat (to whom is unclear) and just get out and go kiss his husband before he leaves. he startles when he hears a knock on the window because he was so lost in his own despair mind that he didn't even notice ilya come out. ilya opens the door, one hand on the handle, the other on the roof of the car, and leans in, giving shane a kiss that very skillfully toes the line between chaste and filthy. “forgot your kiss,” he says when he leans back and shane blinks at him. ilya shuts the door and slaps his hand against the roof. “bring back some ice cream. the chunky one.”

and shane stares after him as he walks back into the house. he smiles on his whole drive to wherever he has to go, and makes sure to bring back the chunky ice cream ilya loves.

[ticklefighthockey]

motel night clerk ilya AU where pro athlete shane is semi-regularly driving to a random motel outside the city to fuck scott hunter in secret, secure in the knowledge that the night clerk seems completely unimpressed by him which means he must not recognize them. until one night scott doesn’t show and ilya is like this is so embarrassing for you shane hollander scott hunter is like ten thousand years old. you can do better

[ok-notgood-probablybad]

I actually do see a coyote here

[omens-of-what-is-to-cum]

in my heart of hearts I KNOW Ilya is the kind of person to 'secretly' spend hours staring at a sleeping Shane, counting every freckle on his body, because he thinks its the most romantic thing imagineable.

in my heart of hearts I also know that Shane is Absolutely Aware he does this because Ilya spends the whole time making deranged little cooing sounds at him and it is Causing Him Sleep Deprivation

[elokitties]

post tuna melt ilya was obviously a terrorist to everyone around him so I like to imagine cliff still just going about his days texting ilya “beers tonite bro lfggg” and ilya replies KILL yourself. and cliff texts back love you bigdog ur my sun and stars 💯🔒 we’ll get fucked up tomorrow🍻

[bugslibraryy]

Ok but like when they are husbands their favourite part of their day is getting to go to bed together. And yes now they are lucky they get practice and training and games together- they get so much together but after all those years of so long- so much apart from each other, they are so greedy for time together. And Ilya loves it because they have a routine, he has a night time routine. Teenage would sooner think he was dead at this age than he has a husband and a night time routine. Shane almost always heads upstairs before him, because he likes the do the dishes and kitchen after dinner and in turn Ilya prefers to lock up and sort out Anya for the night. If it’s after a day off or training day they will peel up off the couch- or if it’s after a home game or travel day it’s dinner and then right upstairs.

Shane will go up first, with a kiss for Ilya- to his shoulder or cheek or ear or forehead- wherever he can land one- and then Ilya will go about making sure all the doors and windows are locked and shut, pack away anyas toys and fold the blankets from the couch. He’ll fill up his and Shane’s water bottles, and then Anya will follow him up the stairs once he’s turned off the lights. Shane will be in the shower and Ilya will turn down their bed, get rid of all the extra pillows and fold back the covers, settle Anya in her dog bed with many goodnight kisses and then put their waterbottles on the beside tables.

Sometimes he’ll meet Shane in the shower, share the end of Shane’s shower with him, help him rinse out his hair or kiss his shoulders, steal a cuddle and more kisses under the water. Sometimes Shane will be done by the time Ilya gets in to the bathroom and he’ll just squeeze his hip in passing as he goes to strip and shower. Ilya puts his clothes in the hamper, showers while he watches Shane do his skincare at their double sinks. By the time he’s out of the shower Shane is gone, the smell of his minty toothpaste left behind and it’s so stupid but Ilya misses him, a little, while he brushes his own teeth and scrubs on some moisturiser, the same one Shane uses because he likes that the smell reminds him of him.

Once he’s done he walks into the bedroom and Shane is always laying on Ilya’s side of the bed, (reading or scrolling or sometimes on the phone to his parents) “warming it up” for ilya because he always complains about how cold Ilya’s hands and feet are- and Ilya says it not his fault Shane seems to always run hot and that of course Ilya will feel cold in comparison. It makes Ilya’s heart squeezed, seeing Shane laying in his spot for him. Ever time. And then Ilya will tug on boxers and crawl into bed, make a production of shuffling Shane out of his side of the bed, and he’ll link their feet together under the sheets, because he knows shane doesn’t like his reading interrupted and Ilya will scroll until Shane has read his two chapters and then Shane will neatly fold his glasses and book and place it on the bedside table and Ilya will plug his phone in and then roll into Shane for cuddles now that his reading is done and they talk like that, pressed close together in bed, between soft kisses and squeezes and nuzzles to be closer and they will fall asleep like that, so much love between them and Ilya can’t wait to do it all again the next night.