hollanov fics collection

collection of Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov fanfics organized by tropes, all read and loved by me. (i’ll try to only include completed works, unless i come across an unfinished one that i really like) (i’m adding more fics and more tags as i find more)

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TROPES/TAGS

🚨 always check the tags for each fic

Amnesia/Memory Loss

Healing/Protective

College/University

Soulmates/Soul Bond

Getting Back Together

Jealousy

Relationship Reveal/Outsider View

Fake/Pretend Relationship

Texting

Genderswap (lesbian)

Dom/Sub Dynamics

ABO

Just filthy

Cheating

Friends to lovers

Age difference

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Hi there, Been looking for a fic for ages. Hoping you can help. Basically Ilya gets it's throat slit open during a game and Shane saves his life by holding the artery closed until they get to the hospital.

I found this one but it’s Shane who gets hurt, so I don’t know if it’s the one you’re looking for.

twenty stitches in a hospital room by hollidayparty

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Hi, would you happen to have a copy of or know where I could find "Halt & Catch Fire"? It was one of my favorites but it looks like the author deleted it before I could download it.

no =( sorry

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Age difference

You Are Heaven & Lies by SINIST3R

Ilya is not a good man; he isn't an upstanding citizen, he isn't a good husband, and he definitely isn't a good father. But, he thinks, fucking his son's boyfriend might be the worst thing he's ever done.

feel good hit of the summer by prettyboy_parker

“Yes, Mr. Rozanov,” He decides. “I want to feel good.”

Slowly, Mr. Rozanov rests his hand on Shane’s upper thigh.

“I will make you feel very, very good, Shane.”

Shane is a virgin. He complains to Mr. Rozanov about it.

some girls need love, i need head by bluerosebouquet

“You are so pretty, baby,” Ilya’s voice dragged across his skin, “So young. Too young for me. Hm?”

Shane thought he may never have been so turned on in his life.

“No,” he shook his head frantically, “No I’m not.”

“But you can’t even tell how much I want you,” he nearly pouted, taking a step closer to Shane, who thought his legs might be turning into jelly, “Makes me feel a little dirty, like I’m taking advantage.”

“You’re not- You wouldn’t be.”

“I don’t know,” he tilted his head to the side, moving even closer to him, so that their chests were nearly pressed together, “I don’t know, is not a good look, me chasing after someone like you.”

“I want you to,” the words spilled out of his mouth, “I want you to chase me.”

Or, Shane is home from college for the summer, and has a thing for the man that lives across the street. Turns out, that man has a thing for him right back.

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ABO Non-traditional

the vague humiliations of fate by BeesKnees

“Shane, this is Anatoly Petrov and his husband—”

“Ilya Rozanov,” Shane blurts out before he can stop himself. Shane's shocked to see him now, a ghost plucked right out of his teenage years, his pre-MHL hockey days. He's even more shocked to see the modesty collar on Rozanov.

“Petrov,” the woman introducing them finishes weakly. “His husband, Ilya Petrov.”

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Or: When Ilya is outed as an Omega, he's forcibly married off before he has the chance to break free and become an international hockey star. Years after the single game they played against one another, Shane and Ilya encounter each once again, and Shane helps Ilya escape the cage of his marriage.

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ABO

Traditional (Top Alpha/Bottom Omega)

Non-traditional

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Friends to lovers

The Full Hit by Verbana

"We should meet up and you can show me around. My friend Shane is coming to visit me and we’d love a local guide.”

“She is sexy girl like you?” Ilya tilts his head.

“No, Shane is a guy.” Rose turns and signals for another drink. “But yeah, he is hot.”

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Stuntman and aspiring actor Ilya Rozanov is casually sleeping with Rose Landry, who may provide a career boost for him. Unfortunately, he has a rival for her attention: her best friend/ex-boyfriend, a boring former hockey player who can't stand Ilya at all.

Even more unfortunate, Ilya is slowly becoming completely obsessed with him.

In Close Quarters

Shane slips through his front door and back into his quiet apartment. He leans back against the door and takes a steadying breath in his dark apartment. After a moment, the music next door turns off and Shane is left with only the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears.

He closes his eyes and tries not to think about Rozanov or the way Shane’s entire body lit up like a live wire when he said in that low, accented voice, only if you ask nicely. He’s hard in his penguin print pajama pants and now he’s going to have to jerk off and shower before he can sleep. While trying not to think about his asshole neighbor.

This is bad. This is very bad.

In which Shane Hollander's new next door neighbor is a menace who always seems to answer the door shirtless.

keep a place for me by agetwellcard

From across the rink, Shane watches Ilya get punched in the face.

He keeps a distance from the mess playing out. He knows better than to go over and make it worse. He would be more worried about it if Ilya wasn’t laughing with blood running down his face as one of his teammates drags him away. He’s yelling at the player that punched him, and Shane is grateful he can’t hear what he’s saying because he knows it’s obscene.

“Your boy is feral tonight,” Pike says to Shane.

Shane groans. “He's not my boy.”

When Shane is in junior high, Ilya's family moves to Canada. Instead of meeting as adults, they grow up together. Shane learns Russian and Ilya spends a majority of his time at the Hollander household. When they start their professional hockey careers, they have to learn how to be opponents instead of teammates, but also how to be apart for the first time in their lives. When Ilya suggests that they sleep together, Shane has to balance their friendship and their casual relationship.

Still The One by LunarMoonstone

“Shane has boyfriend?"

“Mom thinks so. He’s dodging my texts, but it definitely seems like he’s seeing someone.”

Ilya's whispered "No" was drowned out by a loud snort from another teammate, who said something like, "Good for lil' bro."

Ilya shouldn’t feel like dying. Should have expected this to happen at some point. Deserved it, even. He had been ghosting Shane for months, after all.

After taking his virginity.

In which Ilya knows he's not good enough to be with his best friend's little brother. He spirals over Shane possibly dating someone else nonetheless.

Alternatively, Ilya thinks he doesn't deserve the love the Hollanders so freely give to him. They are ready to prove him wrong.

Super Straight Broz (Live) by Stickyslut17

Ilya and Shane are broke roommates, until Ilya discovers streaming and starts making bank jerking off for the viewers

Naturally, he offers his good friend Shane a chance at making money the same way

And if they touch each other a little it’s only because of the tips, not because they are into each other

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Shane and Ilya are both completely straight here

#ISwearrr

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Cheating

(Hollanov cheating on other people to be with eachother)

State Lines by Mclrnshtposting

Ilya’s brows quirked again, and he flicked open the first page of the textbook, ‘and you decided to learn Russian now because...?’

‘Because I married a Russian man, and I figured it was about time I learned.’

‘You never learned with me.’ Ilya said.

‘No.’ Shane replied, tersely, ‘there was a lot I never did with you.’

Or: After Shane's college relationship ends in heartbreak, he patches up his wounds by marrying a wealthy, older man, and he's so sure his life is perfect. That is, until his ex re-enters the picture, and he wonders if maybe he got it all wrong.

You've gotta set me free, You devoured my soul, 'Cause I can taste your lips on my lips, Your kisses make me out of control by photofantasy

Shane and his boyfriend have been in a bit of a slump, to get out of it, they try a threesome with his boyfriend's friend, Ilya Rozanov.

Like A Man Who Wants Me by CarnivalMirai

When Shane opens the video, he feels his blood boil. The first thing Shane notices is Ilya’s hand around his boy toy’s neck, squeezing in exactly the same way Shane adores. The second thing he notices is that whoever Ilya is with, holds a striking resemblance to himself. From his ink black locks to the freckles on his face, the resemblance is uncanny.

Shane grits his teeth, tears prickling his eyes. He can't even focus on the video, rage storming inside his mind as he watches… whoever this is, getting exactly what Shane wanted. His heart races in his chest. It's one thing for Ilya to break his heart, and another for him to resurface, over eight months later to send him a sex tape of himself with someone who could have been Shane’s doppelganger. If Ilya is out to taunt him and make him jealous and ruin his life, he's doing a fucking good job.

Or:

After breaking off their situationship, Shane is taunted by Ilya's sex tapes, with a man who looks eerily similar to himself.

You're all I ever wanted in my life by mickeysmyheart

When Shane Hollander moves to Boston to be with his longtime boyfriend, he doesn't expect to start developing feelings for his boyfriend's oldest friend and roommate, Ilya Rozanov.

Bad Man by hollanovbaby

If there's one thing Ilya's sure of by now, it's that Shane is desperate to be guided, to be told what to do.

Ilya can't resist. “Look at me.”

And jesus fucking christ, Shane's eyes meet Ilya's almost instantly, heat pooling low in Ilya's stomach.

He swallows hard, because Shane is wide-eyed and asking for more, probably without even realizing and it gives Ilya only a glimpse of what he might look like if Ilya kissed him, or knelt in front of him, or pinned him down while driving into him.

He thinks he might die if he doesn't ever get to find out what Shane sounds like if he makes him moan.

Something stirs inside Ilya, slowly coming to the surface. “I'd make you feel so good.”

Shane Hollander has been in an unhealthy relationship for some time. On a particularly lonely Friday night, he's at the Kingfisher by himself. And so is Ilya Rozanov.

OR Ilya "Mr Steal Your Girl" Rozanov offers everything Shane is missing in his relationship.

(fic freely inspired by the song "Bad Man" by FIGHTMASTER)

messy affairs by freakshaped

“Good,” Ilya praised, his voice thick. “So good for me. Taking my hand so well.”

Then with a final careful twist, he pressed his thumb alongside the four fingers, curling his whole hand into a loose fist. He began to push.

The sound Shane made was inhuman–a guttural, choked scream.

(or, Shane's boyfriend doesn't make him cum. Ilya needs to fix that)

figures of speech by ghosttotheparty

“He thinks you like me. ...Do you like me?”

"...You are difficult to not like. It is very easy to fall for you."

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Ilya thinks Shane Hollander's boyfriend is an asshole, and he doesn't think that just because he's head over heels in love.

don't blink, cucky! by angeluvxx

Shane and Luke were highschool sweethearts, they had plans to go into the NHL together, play alongside each other, start to really plan their future as a couple.

But when an injury crushes Shane's only dream, he's forced to sit back and watch as his boyfriend goes onto do everything that should've been his.

Everything except beating the best player in the entire NHL league.

Or,

Shane had grown tired of his boyfriend, Ilya Rozanov is more than happy to give him an upgrade.

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Just filthy

(smut that doesn’t fit any of the tags hehe)

and i offer my best praise by wthsmchlv

Reporter: Rozanov, are you a tits or ass guy?

Ilya: I am thighs guy.

Or: an Ode to Shane's thighs by Ilya Rozanov.

you don't really need a break. by Skamtrash

ilya can't stop making shane come.

kamikaze by yellobaby

“Let me fuck you now,” he pleads, voice rough, but not for lack of sleep or alcohol consumption. “I will make it up to you now, malýsh, please.”

Shane’s eyes darken, his grip on Ilya’s wrists slacken before they tighten again. It’s fucking thrilling.

“You’re not going to fuck me.” He says, voice low.

Ilya blinks.

“What?”

Shane shifts, just so slightly and it’s almost agonising to have what he wants so close, yet so unfairly out of reach.

“You’re not going to fuck me,” Shane repeats, slower this time. “If we fuck, I’ll want a shower and we don’t have time now.”

Ilya fucking whines. Stupid fucking Kamizake.

“You’re not gonna fuck me, Rozanov. You’re gonna let me get off, how I want. Okay?”

Ilya is actually thankful for the first time in the last twelve hours that he’s still got some alcohol slugging around in his system because he’s fairly certain it’s what stops him from just coming in his underwear right there and then.

or: ilya misbehaves and shane walks him like a dog

i need the deep end by FlowerCitti

“You just need to practice, then?”

“Um. Yeah, I guess.”

Ilya’s hand has not moved from Shane’s knee, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the skin there, his touch warm even through the layer of his comforter.

“We could practice together,” Ilya says, casually, a small purse to his lips. As if Shane’s brain is not screeching to a sudden halt, his mouth falling open around a choked noise.

“That’s not—that’s not funny.”

“Is not a joke,” Ilya says firmly, suddenly serious. “If you are afraid to be bad, then I can teach you. Then you can go kiss a pretty girl, and you can impress her. Whatever.” Ilya shrugs, dark blue eyes darting across Shane’s face, a searching look.

Or, Shane has never been kissed before. Ilya offers to teach him how.

Convince Me Either Way by isto4u

Hollander huffed and then, slowly, looked into Ilya’s eyes. “What if… what if we didn’t do it all the way?”

“Yeah?” Ilya breathed. “Like?”

“What if it’s just the tip.”

Ilya’s jaw literally dropped. “Who the fuck taught you that?”

Hollander shrugged, then his eyes locked onto Ilya. “Yes or no.”

Fuck it.

Or: episode 4 fuck-montage meets Just The Tip meets down-bad but doesn’t know it Ilya Rozanov meets barebacking

OR: Ilya “just the tip” Rozanov and Shane “just fucking come in me” Hollander

my conscious burning

Never again, Shane thinks the day after. Not that. Not with a guy. Not with a guy like that. But Ilya Rozanov keeps finding him in dimly lit spaces and keeps pulling the desire out of the dark corners of Shane’s mind.

Perfect student Shane is in denial all the time, except when he smokes weed. Frat boy Ilya catches on.

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ABO Tradicional (Top Alpha/Bottom Omega)

For the World to see by goforeddie

“They didn’t smell you,” JJ mumbles. “You should be in bed.”

“He should be getting a di-”

“Shut it, Hudson,” Hayden cut him off, tone warning and harsh. Nobody says anything else. Someone hits him on the back of the shoulder, Shane guesses it’s the coach and he forces himself to stand up and get on the ice for the face off. When he bent down on shaky legs, he did his best to hold back the groan from leaving his mouth.

“God, Hollander,” Rozanov’s voice almost sounded worried when he spoke. “What the hell is happening to you?”

The word is out before his brain can even think it over. “Heat.” He says, shaking his head as if to clear his mind and then looking down at the ice. He’s pretty sure he hears Rozanov say something, but he’s trying too hard not to keep up with the game so he doesn’t hear it.

dark out and still thirty degrees by tedyexe

By the time Shane presented (at thirteen), he already had scouters interested (at nine), so there was really no time to be an omega. There still isn’t, there is only time for hockey, so he’s simply not — not in any way that matters. He takes his suppressants so he doesn’t stink and so he doesn’t go into heat, he hones his game, he doesn’t make time for anything else. But he thinks about being an omega all the time, and worry like that has a scent.

Or: Shane needs a hysterectomy, and a mate to sign off on it.

It's Not a Farewell Fuck by Mumble_Bee

“Hollander,” he scolds, going to collect Shane’s jeans and underwear to fold them so that the world doesn’t break or something. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you a new pack, idiot. Take your pants off.”

--OR--

Ilya is being sent back to Russia to take over as Rozanov pack alpha. Unless he can find a new pack first.

Manchild by Babeblox

Against his better judgment, Shane ends up joining the NHL’s celebrity Alpha Auction.

The problem is not the spotlight, his questionable status, or the not-so-high stakes competition; it's Ilya Rozanov, who knows a little too much and is determined to push Shane to the edge.

It's only six days, what could be so very hard about it?

Or Shane Hollander has been hiding his omega status his whole life. Somehow, Rozanov finds out. Even worse, they’re trapped in a hotel together for six long days.

Pillow Printsessa by h0llanova

Ilya had been courting him for three lovely months now. Shane blushed so beautifully that Ilya took every opportunity to make it happen: flowers, sweet names, deep kisses. The way those freckled cheeks turned the prettiest shade of red was fucking addicting.

They had talked about this weeks ago. Tonight they were making it official. Ilya would knot Shane for the first time and bite his mating gland. He knew Shane would be nervous.

cold, hard, growling by Antisceptic

Shane is the first omega to ever join the NHL, and the only way he's allowed to play is by being thoroughly claimed by the team captain every single time before they step onto the ice.

Things get complicated.

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Getting Back Together

Change Your Win Conditions by Vee (Vera_DragonMuse)

Sometimes life came at you with a clenched fist and Ilya had never figured out how to duck.

So here he was, twenty-eight years old, single, dealing with the fallout from injuries given to him by the game he loved, and the second youngest assistant coach in the league to one of the worst teams. Stability was hard to come by, but he was managing.

Then along came Shane Hollander to knock him on his ass, one more time.

the lines are all but drawn by bluerosebouquet

He thought that he would have to run out of people soon. Surely, there had to be a finite number of queer men in the area, and he’d run out of options eventually. Then, he could really delete the app, and accept his life as a perpetual bachelor and probable hermit.

He should have known. In retrospect, he should have fucking known it was only a matter of time.

Shane was swiping mindlessly, leaning against his kitchen island, killing time before he left for work, when a new profile popped up across his feed. He recognized him instantly from that stupid mirror selfie, one that he had sent Shane right after he had taken it in some shitty coffee shop bathroom downtown.

He’d know him anywhere.

Or, Shane keeps seeing his ex on dating apps, and it's driving him insane.

i’ve got one foot in the golden life, one foot in the gutter by beetlesandstars, kryptonian

“You broke up with her,” Ilya says, arms loosening against his chest.

“No, she, uh—” Shane ducks his head, avoiding Ilya’s eyes. “We slept together. And she kind of … she didn’t confront me, I guess. But she talked to me. Kind of hinted that she thought I might not be…”

“Into girls?” Ilya finishes for him.

“Something like that.”

“You denied it?”

“No, I— I told her. About me. About—us,” Shane’s head snaps up, a hand lifted in Ilya’s direction. “Not about us, us. That I’d been sleeping with someone. Another player. I didn’t tell her about you.”

OR: Shane comes out to Rose and runs toward the safest pair of arms he knows: Ilya’s.

does he do it like i do by noedovenest

If he were sober, he might have recognized how catastrophically bad this idea was. That the roulette ball was not a sign, that they’d been playing for over an hour and it was bound to land on twenty-four eventually. But there was a buzzing warmth flooding his veins and a very loose grip on his rationality, so he headed away from the bar, through the lobby, and out onto the balmy Vegas strip. He leaned against a shadowed wall and scrolled to a contact he’d hovered over a thousand times before.

This time, he called.

Or: Five years after Rose helped Shane come to terms with his sexuality, he’s done everything else on his own. Coming out, surviving the backlash, being traded to Ottawa. When the dust finally settles, Shane meets a nice guy from Montreal and tells himself he’s ready to move on. He’s definitely not thinking about Ilya. Or Ilya’s gorgeous Russian wife. Not at all.

I Need Sunshine by quiet_margins

“I can’t do this anymore, Hollander.” His voice sounded steadier than he felt, and he was glad. "I don't want to do this."

“I-Ilya, no. What do you mean? What are you saying?” Shane’s voice was panicked, frantic.

“We are done, Shane.” Then, "Goodbye, Hollander.”

I Like The Sound of A Bad Idea by WhisperInk

Shane’s boyfriend just couldn’t fuck him right, fortunately his ex could.

So Shane invites his ex over to fuck him while his boyfriend watches and learns. It’s purely educational. Totally not about the unresolved feelings that they both don’t have

think twice (and come back for a third time) by lipsticktraces

Shane is heavier than he used to be; his weight bears down on Ilya in a new way. He’s put on pounds of muscle since Ilya last touched him like this. Ilya flattens his palms, skims them under Shane’s undershirt, feels the flat solidity of his abs, the bulk of his lats, the swell of his chest. It’s the same and it’s new, this body; it’s the boy he couldn’t stop thinking about when he was 18 and the man he loved enough to let go at 26 and the person who somehow always comes to find him when he’s lost.

A stranger, and the love of his life.

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or, Ilya's father doesn't die in 2017; Ilya breaks up with Shane instead of confessing his love. They get older, but not any less stupid about each other. Shane gets a boyfriend; Ilya gets on medication; they work on becoming whole people. And they always find their way back to each other.

OR a story for those who love Shane and Ilya's baby love but ALSO think it's hot when people in their thirties make active choices about who they are and what they want in their partner!!

Note: the "cheating" tag refers to the relationship between Shane and his aforementioned BF, not to Shane and Ilya cheating on each other.

Don't mention her tonight! by PinkSpaceBender

After his public affair with Rose Landry, when Shane tries to follow an angry Ilya out the back door of a Boston nightclub, a very inebriated Marleau agrees to let the drunk Metros player into Ilya's apartment to discuss hockey and their rivalry and just generally whatever... IF Shane agrees to take a little colored pill before he goes to talk to Ilya about his recent poor performance on the ice.

"I said, get out of my fucking house!" Ilya shouted.

Shane blinked in recognition, and after a second's hurt and shock, he suddenly felt overcome by very different emotions—ones of fear, rejection…and confusion.

His body felt weak as he leaned against the wall. He felt dizzy; he couldn't balance anymore, and his legs felt like jelly. As he pressed his palms up against the wall to get some sense of stability, Ilya's eyes widened with concern.

"What's going on, Shane?"

"S-sorry, Ilya…I feel a little weird, all of a sudden. I've never done this."

Resignation dawned on Ilya's face.

"Did Cliff give you something?"

"Huh?" Shane said as he looked up from his confused daze to glimpse at Ilya momentarily. "Oh? Yeah…He did. How could I forget…Some sorta pill…"

The Architecture of Deviating by Mooeyeddie

Instead of breaking up, Shane and Rose agree to a mutually beneficial lavender relationship for the cameras.

If only Ilya would let him explain...

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Dom/Sub Dynamics

(some are just dynamics pretty similar to the series and others are bdsm so attention to the tags)

ball and chain by Anonymous

“What is this ‘ball and chain’?” Ilya frowned.

Ilya's teammate grinned. “Wife. Girlfriend. Nagging you. Controlling. No fun allowed.”

and i need somewhere to land (i might as well fall) by rwrb_uncut

“Hollander? You are still here?” Rozanov called, breaking the TV static silence filling Shane’s head. He blinked.

“Uh. Yeah, just leaving,” he answered, surprised by how steady his voice sounded. Good, that was good. He knew he couldn’t show Rozanov any weakness if he wanted to keep coming back.

But did he want to come back if it made him feel like this?

“Door is too heavy? Or I fuck you too good, you cannot move legs,” came Rozanov’s taunting response. Shane could practically see the tilted smirk on his face, cigarette smoke wafting around his freshly-showered curls.

“Fuck off, Rozanov,” Shane muttered.

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Or, I wrote something to add to the pile of subdrop!Shane in Vegas fics because legally by law I had to

sound like him by anyarozanov (anaphoricae)

“You and Scott,” Ilya says. “What was the fight about?”

“Nothing serious. Just… shit-talking.”

But Ilya has insulted Hollander on that ice in every way known to man. He has never gotten that under Hollander’s skin, not in the way he wanted to.

He wanted to be the person Hollander got angry at. They were supposed to be the rivals. The two of them. Now tabloids were asking him about his rivalry with fucking Scott Hunter of all people.

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Ilya gets jealous that Shane lost his temper at someone who wasn't him, so he edges Shane about it until he tells him what happened.

When It Adds Up by MoonlitInsomniac

“I know Ilya, I’m trying.” Shane tries to hide his exhaustion from his tone.

“Could try harder, no?” Ilya raises an eyebrow.

“I get it, okay?” Shane pushes back, letting his enervation show this time. “I’m trying, but it’s hard. I guess I just need something that sticks. Something to hold me accountable. Consequences.”

“I can help, with consequences.” Ilya shrugs easily, his voice free from any inclination of teasing.

“What, you wanna punish me?” Shane smiles, raising his eyebrows and pulls Ilya’s hand from his thigh up to his mouth to kiss it. “Spank me every time I people please?”

Shane can’t help but to chuckle at himself.

“Would that help you?” Ilya’s voice is flat and serious.

.

.

.

Or Shane jokes about needing consequences to motivate him to stop people pleasing. Ilya takes him seriously and offers to help.

the apartment by allapologies

“You are acting like no one has ever done this to you before.”

“Not true,” Shane mumbles.

“No,” Ilya agrees. “You do this with Butler. In my house.” He leans in, whispers right into Shane’s ear: “But he is bad at it, I think. Or you would not be acting like this, just from a little touch.”

Ilya reluctantly lends his apartment to the captain of the Boston Raiders, who uses it to conduct an extramarital affair. Unfortunately, his captain's mistress turns out to be Shane Hollander.

Tubes of Neon Light, Refracted by bluerosebouquet

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.

Something Borrowed by adamprrishcycle

“Don’t come to my room tonight," Shane tells Ilya Rozanov after watching him takeout his teammate and best friend, Hayden Pike in the penalty of the season. So Ilya doesn't. But he does come the next night.

or, Shane is mad and Ilya manages to win him over, ultimately leaving his hotel room satisfied and with a goodie bag (Shane Hollander's dirty shorts)

Shane Hollander's Guide to Kink and the Financial Ramifications of Breaking Furniture by electric_dragons

"Ilya, like, does this thing.”

Rose leans in conspiratorially. “What thing?”

“S’like…like my brain shuts off, finally,” Shane mumbles. “Like everything is floaty, and my arms and legs go numb, and like, all I can feel or think about is just him. It’s like flying, sort of, and then, like, afterwards, he cuddles me and brings me back down to earth.”

“Oh, so he puts you in subspace?”

Shane blinks blankly at her. “Huh?”

“Y’know, like, dominant/submissive type stuff. Where like, the dom puts the sub into subspace.”

Shane shakes his head. “I have no idea what that means.”

***

Shane gets drunk and spills to Rose about his and Ilya's non-boring sex life. Rose has some thoughts.

a/k/a Shane discovers that he and Ilya have been kinky this whole time, and no one ever thought to tell him.

One Of Your Girls by phang0ria

That’s when it caught his eye. On one of the taller shelves, sat a display of lace pastel lingerie boxers folded neatly into little rows.

Shane slowly reached out a hand to touch the fabric, like the pair of pink frilly shorts could burn him. The front was decorated with a pink bow in the same dusty shade. His back was facing Rose as he investigated the material. It was soft, and made for men so there was no doubt it could…hold him. Shane picked up one of the pairs and turned to face Rose.

“What about these?” Shane asked shyly

or

Rose takes Shane shopping and he surprises Ilya with lace panties.

dinner with a view by aquilanovae

"'That’s still a lot of windows,' he comments offhandedly.

He turns around and is almost caught off guard by the hunger in his husband’s eyes.

'Yes. It is.'

He thinks that, maybe, this is what prey feels when they know they’ve been caught.

'I won tonight,' Ilya states, almost conversational. Shane swallows. 'Yes. You did. Fair is fair.'

'Hmm,' Ilya tilts his head. 'Anything I want?'

Shane exhales. 'Anything you want.’”

aka I fix episode 2 but set it eight years later. they have rough window sex. it's a whole thing.

always at my feet by spielbound

Shane’s too far gone into his submission, knelt before Ilya, who’s still fully clothed, his button-down opened up to reveal his toned torso. It’s the contrast of their positions that’s hopelessly arousing to Shane—him fully naked, being eye-fucked by Ilya who sits comfortably on the couch, lazily sipping from a glass of wine.

Ilya loves having Shane in this manner, completely at his mercy, itching to ask for instruction but keeping his silence for fear that Ilya would edge him even further.

In which, Ilya collars Shane and makes him hump and beg.

all my perversions by probablylily

He watches the tape again over dinner. Listens to Rozanov moan inside a girl's pussy while he eats. By the time he finishes his last bite, Rozanov's inside her, her nails raking down his back, her mouth twisted open in pleasure, and Shane's hard in his pants.

So, Shane puts his plate in the sink and goes back to his room. Starts the video over.

———

A sex tape of Ilya with a girl leaks. Shane reacts normally.

Breathless in Montreal by sugarfreegingerale (pacificrainydays)

During one of their phone sex sessions, Ilya notices Shane holding his breath as he orgasms. This sends his mind, and Shane's, into new and dangerous places.

OR

Shane asks Ilya to choke him and it is exactly what Ilya needs.

hot summer nights, mid july (when you and i were forever wild) by rozanova

Forty-five days. One house in Barcelona. Six people and no escape.

Shane and Ilya get off on the wrong foot right from the airport, and neither of them is backing down. Until alcohol, partying, and hot summer nights get involved and their hatred for one another turns into... something more?

"Kiss the salt off my skin; I've taught my lungs how to love drowning, if it's in your sea."

If You Need to be Mean, be Mean to Me by OrYouCouldHaveMine

“No, no. Answer. Tell me. How’s it feel to be a fucking winner, and then to bend over and take my cock? You feel like a winner, Hollander? Do you feel like a winner now?” Ilya hisses. He’s being cruel. There is no choice, he just is, no matter how much he hates it. It doesn’t help anything. He can’t stop it.

“Yes,” Shane hisses. “Fuck, yes. I’m a fucking winner,” he gasps.

---

Ilya takes Sasha up on his offer to do cocaine during the 2014 Sochi Olympics, and then he fucks Shane instead of dealing with his feelings.

Hit Me Hard and Soft by OrYouCouldHaveMine

“Fuck, look at you,” Ilya breathes. “Ask me for it again.”

“Hit me,” Shane says instantly, not a moment of hesitation.

“Is your face not sore? You still want more?”

“It’s sore,” Shane answers. “Please. I want more.”

“Fuck,” Ilya hisses, and he extends his arm out, muscular and powerful, and he brings it down hard, harder than any of the previous smacks. This one makes Shane’s head reel, his entire upper half jolting in response to it. Ilya watches in concern and fascination, gauging his reaction.

---

Ilya's playful slap during the Hayden phone call scene awakens something in Shane.

endure the flight by laundry (lovesjar)

Everything Shane has ever done has resulted in something else. People would call that karma, or physics, but Shane knows better. There are moments he’s sure he has the ability to control everything with a right or wrong thought. And there are moments of clarity where he knows this isn’t true.

Deals with the Devil by IlyaRizzanov

“I don’t want your money, Hollander. I do not need your money.”

Confusion passes the boy’s face. “Okay. What do you want?”

“Come here.”

or

Veteran hockey player Ilya takes a particular interest in the new rookie on the Raiders. A very unholy interest.

Mix the Shades by Pluppelina

Shane: It's less work for JJ if you hurt me off the ice, instead.

*

Written for Mean Dom Ilya Week day 2 - Pain builds character

Part of a series - can be read as a stand-alone

pressure by l0singd0gs

Shane, on a health kick, goes on a liquid diet.

And now, he really, really needs to piss. If Ilya will let him.

so call me your sugar by xiiaos

Shane, an aspiring model, accepts a private contract that brings him to Ilya. The tips are good, but Ilya’s attention lingers longer than it should. And Shane finds himself returning anyway.

Big Man, Little Dignity by beanbunnybaby

Shane Hollander and his big, useless dick!

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inspired by many many posts on threads.

crawlin' back to you by angeluvxx

Shane Hollander is a straight man. So what if he can't get hard every time he tries to have sex with a woman? So what if he drinks himself silly just so he has an excuse to sneak into his captains bedroom?

He was straight.

Right?

Or

Shane Hollander is convinced he's straight, Ilya Rozanov convinces him otherwise.

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Genderswap

12 to 12 by au_sein_et_sans

"The lighting in the hotel hallway, which was never designed to complement the complexion of any living species, does wonders in illuminating Ilya's face with a subtle glow. Her makeup is dark and carelessly smudged in the outer corners of her watery blue eyes. It makes them look wider. It makes Shane feel like Ilya is capable of staring straight inside of her.

Shane suffocates on the words 'do you really have to get more beautiful every time I see you?' so instead she says, "you can come in."

* * *

Genderswap porn with a touch of yearning. By lesbians, for lesbians, about lesbians.

She’s got herself a universe by crawsley

“Wow, Hollander. Nice tits,” Rozanova said.

maybe you're the reason by beetlesandstars

“Ilya,” she says, heart thundering. “If… if I asked you if you loved me, would you be honest?”

Beside her, Ilya freezes. Shane waits, holding onto the air of self-possession she's projecting with fraught, shaking hands.

But then, softly, Ilya says, “I would not lie. So do not ask me, Shane.”

Or: Shane brings Ilya to the cottage.

money's got a magic touch by au_sein_et_sans

"I will pay."

Heat prickled across Shane's face at the deep, volcanic tone of Rozanov's voice. The meaning of the offer was vague, but something in the way the words drew from Rozanov's firm, stiff-lipped mouth struck Shane as unmistakable.

"To be with you tonight."

Shane blustered out an indignant laugh, the flames of rapid flush licking higher on her cheeks. "Are you fucking with me right now? Rozanov, I'm not—," Shane pitched her voice lower, which meant she had to press her mouth nearly against Rozanov's ear to be heard. "I'm not a call girl!"

Jerking back on a gruff laugh, Ilya postured her. "I know that. But everyone has their price."

Ilya Rozanov, internationally-renowned singles tennis star, propositions Shane Hollander, sports medicine consultant for the Montreal Voyageurs and local nobody, in a nightclub surrounded by people. What's the worst that could happen? It's not as if Shane is going to say yes... is she?

Vegas, 2014 by fl3abag

That night in Vegas that Jane and Lilya will never forget.

Chapter 14 of Heated Rivalry but gender swaped!

and she put her love down, soft and sweet by SometimesStressed

Her phone buzzes the second she reaches for the driver’s side door. Her hand freezes on the handle. She won't answer. She doesn't have time for Lilya’s shit tonight. Not the bragging or the gloating.

She clenches her fingers around the handle. But she doesn't open the door.

Her phone buzzes again.

“Fuck” Her breath shudders out of her. Jane pulls her phone out her pocket.

‘you play good tonight’

‘backhand much better this game’

- WLW Hollanov cause I deserve good things

Dripping Diamonds by CloudPatch

"Okay." She looks bemused as she pulls of her shirt. Underneath she's wearing a dark red, lacy bra that's see through over her nipples. It's one of Jane's favourites and she can't even touch. There's a wicked smirk on Lilya's face. "Better?"

Groaning, Jane throws her head back. "No fair-ah!"

She cuts herself off as the vibrator springs to life. It's on the second setting, not very powerful but enough to be startling. Her hips rock gently with the sensations, already sensitive from her first orgasm. The build up is slow, soft moans turning desperate as she gets closer. Lilya is watching intently from her perch, eyeing up the little bunny that fell in her trap. It only makes Jane's arousal burn brighter.

OR: Hollanova overstimulation

My moon my girl by kat_writes_smut

“You look pretty,” came the mildly mocking sound of her voice, in that godforsaken accent Jane hated so much.

“Never have seen you with that much…” Iliana made some gesture around her eyes, probably referring to Jane’s eyeliner.

Jane glanced up at Iliana, frowning. “Don’t act like you’re not wearing any makeup.”

The other woman shrugged, sitting down a little distance away on the bench. “Yeah, but I don’t look pretty.”

---

Or: The CCM ad & shower scene + Shane and Ilya's first time hooking up, but they're both girls

Or: My personal redemption arc for awful literature written about women and female bodies

Take me like you do in your dreams by ismickeyadopted

“Good date?” Lily asks mockingly.

Jane tenses. Without turning around, she mutters, “The best.”

“Tell me everything!” Lily claps and jumps up from the bed. “Tell me how good he made you feel.”

Jane turns around, her eyes flashing with anger. Then she sees what Lily is wearing and a deep blush settles over her skin. Jane looks about two feet to the right of her when she finally speaks. “I never should’ve told you that.”

“Mmm,” Lily crosses her arms and faux pouts. “But you did. Now tell me, did you at least cum this time?”

Jane grows more flushed at her brash words. “I’m not telling you that,” she snaps.

Lily shrugs. “So you still didn't cum. What is the point of him, then?”

Jane Hollander can't figure out what isn't working with her boyfriend, Hayden. Her teammate, Lily Rozanova, is happy to help her figure it out.

Who Needs a Boyfriend? by goforfelix

Jane walked in carefully, setting down her bag beside the desk. She pulled out her phone and put in her headphones, needing something to focus on, something to organize her thoughts. The music filled her ears, loud enough to drown out the strange electricity in the room, the awareness of Lily moving behind her, the sound of the door clicking shut.

She was so focused on the music, on the notes, on the way the melody built and dropped, that she didn't notice. Didn't hear anything over the sound in her ears.

When she looked up, Lily was standing right in front of her.

In nothing but underwear.

Deep red, almost black. A bralette that did nothing to hide the shape of her, the line of her collarbones, the dip of her stomach. High-cut panties with lace edges that sat against her hipbones like they had been made for her.

"Jane." Lily's voice had gone soft. "You can tell me to put clothes on."

"Or," Lily said, even softer now, "you could tell me to come closer."

Jane looked at her. At the underwear that was definitely not standard practice wear. At the want in her eyes that she wasn't hiding anymore.

"Closer," Jane whispered.

Or: Hollanov but it's wlw cuz pride month duh

nobody's wanted somebody more by livelyvague

"No. You can get soaked just from being in front of me. We kissed twice and I already see you getting wet. Never have I seen someone get so fucking wet from nothing. I want more."

Lilya knows that Jane doesn't need much to get worked up. Every time they fuck, Lilya always makes a point to talk about how wet her pussy gets. Jane sort of thought it was just normal dirty talk, that Lilya's probably said it to every girl she's ever had. But she must be special, must be different in some way.

or, hollanova wet and messy fucking

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Soulmates/Soul Bond

Show me You Care by psychosomaticstomachache

Ilya Rosanov cares too much. He forms a soul bond with Shane Hollander: a bond he knows must be one-sided, since Hollander would never love him back. So, he does what he knows is best, and tries to stay away from the man. No matter how much it hurts.

Staying away is easier said than done, though. Especiallly when Hollander is on the news for his terrible hockey playing. Especially when Boston have a game against Montreal, and Ilya sees Shane struggling himself.

Ilya is selfish. Even so, he can't stay away from Hollander, not when he's hurting. He'll fix things, no matter how painful it is to get close to Shane, knowing that Shane could never love him back.

i've never needed a reason for keeping secrets from myself by blongblong

Shane’s immediate reaction is to say that he doesn't know when it started. He doesn’t know who his soulmate is. This is what he’s been telling himself for years, because if he stops for more than a second to think about how long he's been collecting little pieces of Ilya Rozanov, he thinks he'll spiral out of control.

He'll hit the deck like a firecracker dropped unceremoniously onto the sidewalk, burning wildly and spiralling haphazardly, until he's fizzled out with nothing left to show for himself but smoke, ashes, and the knowledge that his soul is bound to Rozanov's.

or:

shane spends twenty-five years not thinking about his soulmate. the drawer in his apartment filled with cigarettes, toothpaste, and awful t-shirts says elsewise.

get him back! by flairlies

Stuck in an alt-world where he and Shane never hooked up as teenagers, Ilya is determined to get Shane back. To do that, Ilya has to figure out a way to get Shane to see him as anyone other than the Russian asshole who has spent a decade pissing him off. It can't be that hard to make your husband fall in love with you... right?

Basically: Shane Hollander makes a wish with good intentions. Ilya Rozanov wakes up confused, single, closeted, and miserable in Boston.

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Amnesia/Memory Loss

Missing Hours by ravenkira

Ilya doesn't remember the moment his head hit the pavement or the sound of screeching brakes.

He's forgotten he ever left Russia, and the names Yuna Hollander and Shane mean nothing to him, though these people clearly know him pretty well.

The Second First Time by Allive

Shane Hollander wakes up in a hospital room convinced it’s 2016 — and that Ilya Rozanov is still his biggest rival, someone he’s supposed to hate. But the world has changed. It’s 2025. They play for the same team, live in the same house, and Ilya Rozanov is wearing a wedding ring. Now Shane has to relive nine lost years, learn to trust his ‘enemy,’ and find out whether he can fall in love with his own husband all over again.

Let it be infinite while it lasts by Anonymous

Alzheimer’s, the doctor tells them, her voice soft but leaving no room for hope of a wrong diagnosis. I’m sorry, Mr. Hollander, she adds, as if that changes anything.

Ilya had asked to be examined, too, of course. He had done so multiple times in his life, always feared that his father’s shadow would taint his own future. He’d checked for years, waiting for the curse to come find him.

But it led to nothing. Ilya is healthy, the sky is blue, and Shane fucking Hollander is the one losing himself.

It’s a cruel joke of the fates, Ilya thinks. But he’ll love Shane through anything.

a sound is still a sound around no one by dykeries

Shane lifts one eyelid again to look at Rozanov. His eyes are red-rimmed. Like he’s been crying. “Why…why aren’t you in Boston?”

Rozanov’s brow furrows. “Why would I be in Boston?”

“You, you’re captain. Raiders. Boston.”

The room is silent except for the beeping of monitors.

In 2023, Shane takes a bad hit on the ice. When he wakes up, the last thing he remembers is a tuna melt.

There’s a lot to get used to.

whatever we become (i was there before it all) by embracedthevoid

Shane is hurt during a game. Another head injury, only this time the fallout is much more permanent. Mentally he's back in January of 2017 and he's still dating Rose Landry and actively denying his feelings for Rozanov. Only everyone keeps telling him he and Rose broke up, he's gay, and he's in a committed relationship with his rival. Apparently a lot can change in a year.

wouldn't you love me (if it was easy) by allyasavedtheday

Shane looks up at him, mouth open around a question that doesn’t come right away.

“What are you- why are you here?” he asks finally.

Ilya frowns now. He knows it’s a risk but he didn’t think Shane would be unhappy he was here. Not after…not now.

“I wanted to check on you,” Ilya tries again, voice careful. “I need to leave soon but-”

But I needed to see you.

I needed to watch you breathing with my own two eyes.

I needed to hold your hand.

“I’m- you were at the game?” Shane asks after a beat, uncertainty colouring his features. “Were we playing against each other?”

*

Or, Shane's hit on the ice leaves him with much more than just a fractured collarbone.

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Jealousy

I only threw this party for you by MsMonserrat

“You’re fucking lucky.” Wyatt says, drawing his cigarette. “He’s way f*cking nicer to you than us.” He exhales his smoke.

Shane doesn’t know how to explain that, so he pivots.

~

Maybe there's a world where Shane Hollander isn't so scared of being seen with Ilya Rozanov. After all, they didn't start this charity for nothing. So when Ilya tries to get Shane to come to his Halloween party, Shane reluctantly agrees. The Centaurs get to see Ilya and Shane are actually friends. Is that all they see?

or...Watch Shane and Ilya at a party be super super not suspicious.

truth covered in security by lisa6

“Rozanov,” Hollander says again, meaner. Ilya’s heart flutters.

“Hi,” he purrs. Nastya lets out a sweet sound when he pulls back a little and Ilya kisses the shell of her ear, wondering if she’s too dazed from their fucking to question him making a phone call or if she just doesn’t care enough to ask. “You picked up fast. Missed me?”

Or: Ilya is jealous and deals with it in a totally normal way — by calling Shane while he's having sex with someone else.

He never existed by stupidnephlim

When the guy you’ve had a crush on offers to teach you how to be better at sex… it’s very important you say yes.

Or the one where Shane is a mess, Ilya is in denial and sex is had. That’s usually the way it goes right??

“So let me show you just a couple things you can do when you’re with him” - I never existed by Chase Atlantic.

hindsight by cchaostude

Shane Hollander can definitely throw a mean Halloween party. He's gonna ace that. Like any other achievements in his life. He finally gets to be the cool one between him and Ilya. Until, Sasha appeared and Shane starts to question his own sanity.

OR

Sasha, Ilya's ex, attends Shane and Ilya's Halloween party.

the aperture shuts by garlic09

an opposing player flirts with shane during a game and ilya has a totally normal level headed reaction when he plays against the man the following week

-----

“Weird stuff to be honest, kept calling me ‘pretty boy’ which like whatever I get that a lot,” shuffling sounds came through the phone, and Ilya knew Shane was putting his bag down and unpacking his stuff from his game, he was so predictable. “But he really hammed it up, like complimenting me? Like, I know it was supposed to piss me off, but it just felt strange.”

Ilya sat up and put the phone directly to his ear, he felt anger brewing under his skin. He had a theory and needed to investigate it without Shane realizing anything.

tongues a-wagging

Barstool Sports Canada reports that Montreal Metros captain Shane Hollander has started learning Russian from new teammate and Russian rookie Sergei Dovonchezky.

Ilya has some thoughts. None of them are particularly kind.

the momager problem by goldengalaxies

This is the final straw, Shane thought, staring up at the enormous wall to wall billboard of Ilya in nothing but tight white Calvin Kleins.

(yuna adopts ilya as her second son via brand deals. shane suffers.)

Don't ever leave (it's you) by Laginwords

Shane and Rose break up, but Shane doesn't think he and Ilya can be together, so he decides to try something else. Then he gets drunk, and Ilya comes to his rescue. Some angst, some comfort, some sweetness, some smut.

Dirty Secrets, Stolen Moments by Stargirl (JanetBaby99)

“You’ve got to show Hollander,” someone laughs incredulously.

Before he can really process what is happening, J.J. is shoving a phone in his face, the screen so close the picture that he is trying to show him is nothing but a blurb of a man and woman.

“Look at this shit, can you believe it?” J.J. asks excitedly.

“I don’t know what I’m looking at,” Shane cringes back, eyes hurting.

“Rozanov is engaged.”

And just like that, the world stops.

Shane blinks, and then blinks again. Surely he misheard.

_______________

Shane hears a rumor in the locker room that Ilya Rozanov is engaged. He breaks his own heart by believing it without asking Ilya if it's true.

My love mine all mine by mareastralis

"You want me to hook up with some random guy on one of the rare nights we get to spend together after we flew all the way here on purpose just so I can try to have a different experience?"

Or: After the cottage, after the confessions, before the trade to Ottawa, Shane and Ilya are adapting to a new version of their relationship, where needs and wants still have to be discussed. They're not great at the whole 'communicating' thing yet, and it all comes to a head when Ilya pushes Shane in the arms of someone else, for what he thinks is the good of everyone involved.

Based on the conversation mentioned in TLG where Ilya and Shane talked about seeing other people.

Don’t Forget You Love Me by goldenlou

So, Ilya doesn’t know why he says it.

“You invite all your men into bed like this?”

It’s out of his mouth before he can stop himself.

“What?”

Shane sits up with a jolt and glares at Ilya, who can’t believe those words came out of his mouth.

“What did you just say to me?”

All is well – if it wasn’t for the way it irks Ilya that Shane had said “I haven’t either, not since the last time” after they had arrived at the cottage.

-

The one where possessive Ilya finally cracks and asks about Shane’s sexual adventures without him.

you're quicksand by losemyselfinadaydream

He should block Rozanov’s number and never talk to him again. It’s not healthy, to let another person control him like this. He should forget Rozanov altogether, and find someone else, someone who doesn't make him feel like he’s being chewed up and spit back out.

Why Him and Not Me? by Rainbow_Femme

It's not Rose Landry that Shane ends up striking up a conversation with, it's her charming and openly gay friend Miles, and the gossip sites are just as excited to speculate on if the hockey star rarely seen with women might have a much more secret romance happening.

Ilya Rozanov also starts wondering that, and he is not a fan of the idea.

Something ‘bout the way that your DNA dances so well with mine. by pocketsun

After being ghosted for six months by the guy he’d been secretly seeing since before his rookie season, Shane Hollander does something totally out of character.

He comes out to the world.

lay me down on the altar, and forever’s what i’ll vow by justhockey

“Am I too boring for you?”

He doesn’t mean to ask. Doesn’t mean for those words to come out. They fall from his lips before he has a chance to stop them, and the second they’re out there he wants to take them back. He wants to swallow them down so they can’t hurt anyone but himself.

Because Ilya…Ilya flinches.

“What.”

Those English Words Just Roll Off Your Tongue by Su_porn_ova222

After the blow to his ego by Ilya Rozanov during the Sochi Olympics 2014, Shane isn't sure what to think anymore. Was this it? Did Rozanov finally do what neither of them could for so long? Thankfully, Shane's figure skater friend, Joe introduced him to a friend who goes by Misha. Ilya witnesses the whole thing. It was dangerous, reckless on both of their parts, and when he sees Shane exit the car with flushed cheeks and another man behind him, Ilya can't hold himself back anymore.

The Mortifying Ordeal Of Spiraling Over Your Husband’s Terrible (In)Experience With Women by ProstheticLoVe

“So how is Katie?” Yuna asked.

“Still in love with Shane. She picked her husband out to look like Walmart version of him,” Ilya explained as nonchalantly as he could. He took a bite of wild rice, which he usually loved, but it was hard and tasteless in his mouth.

Or the one where Shane and Ilya run into Shane’s high school ex-girlfriend and Ilya gets really weird about it.

ten out of ten by gurlsrool

Ilya: He should buy lottery tickets because he is the luckiest man on earth

Ilya: He should get on his knees and thank god everyday that he got to fuck you

Shane: Oh my God stop

Ilya: What? I do that

Or: The man who topped Shane in Mexico posts about his experience, Ilya contemplates murder, and the other queer NHL players get caught in the crossfire.

did its people want too much too? by elipsisii

“Fine, you really want to know? Hayden and I hooked up in 2014. You know what else happened in 2014? You ignoring me for six months, discarding me like I was dispensable and not worth more than a quick fuck! That’s what fucking happened!”

Ilya feels the ground give out from under his feet. His mind is like a broken record, repeating the phrase “Hayden and I hooked up” over and over again, cutting deeper each time, cracks appearing all over his impeccable armour. He catches onto the last part, how Shane thought he was “dispensable” and “not worth more than a quick fuck” and his armour shatters completely, the remains catching on fire and spreading through his body like a forest fire, incinerating everything in its wake.

Or: Shane sleeps with Hayden. Ilya finds out.

Take A Bite (The Red Box) by Chavalala

“It's just that…” Ilya swiped his hands down his face and continued “literally every single person we've interacted with today has looked at you like they want to take a bite out of you. It's fucking killing me.”

“What do you mean? I don't remember anyone looking at me weird today?”

Or

Ilya is feeling very possessive because everyone wants Shane's cookie and Shane is oblivious.

Take the Moon and Make It My Ring by servetas

“Come on, baby, once in a while does not hurt. Rookies say that drunk cigarettes don’t count, have you ever heard that? I think is funny,” Ilya tries, his kisses softer now, trying to work Shane into the soft, pliant mess he loves.

It doesn’t work. In fact – “What’s that, Ilya?”

Ilya is biting anywhere he can find, “I don’t have gun license, so I must be happy to see you.”

But that doesn’t work either. Shane finally moves – only to grab at Ilya’s collar, pulling it so that it digs into the back of his neck, which has Ilya pausing as Shane inspects. “That, Ilya. What’s that.”

or, Shane finds some (perfectly explainable) lipstick on Ilya's collar, and they both go through emotional saw traps

Dial Drunk by Palomarosee

The line connects and Shane is met with a chaotic jumble of noise. Loud music and voices

“Hello?”

“Hmm, hello”

Shane freezes

The voice is deep and familiar but there’s something different about it, something heavy and a bit slurred

“Rozanov? Are you—are you drunk right now?”

Or: Shane sends a risky text, Ilya does not take it well

just tell me you love me (i'll give you what i need) by Anonymous

“Promise me you’re going to break up with him,” Ilya says, the teasing edge in his voice fading into something more serious. “I am very selfish, Shane. I do not want to share what is mine.”

Shane nods almost immediately. “Tomorrow,” he breathes out. “I’ll break up with him tomorrow.”

OR

Shane has never been completely certain about his relationship with his boyfriend. There’s always been a sense that something is missing. But when he meets his boyfriend’s coworker, Ilya Rozanov, he finally understands what that missing piece is, and realizes he’s found it in Ilya.

Equal and Opposite by imgonnagetyouback81

Ilya knew he had fucked up the moment he'd said it. But he hadn't been able to help it.

He had known earlier that day when he had double checked his refrigerator to make sure the Canada Dry ginger ale he had bought the day before hadn't sprouted wings and flown away. And he had known when he had researched easy recipes of things he could make that fit Hollander's strict performance diet earlier that week that they were playing a dangerous game.

The two of them were Rozanov and Hollander, and that was all they could ever be. Ilya knew that. They were Hollander and Rozanov to the public, to the media, to their teammates, to their coaches, and they were supposed to be that to each other as well.

But Ilya had called him Shane. And then Shane had left.

Or:

What if after the tuna melt scene when Shane runs, Ilya is the one who gets a public girlfriend. They say every action has an equal an opposite reaction... or in this case, maybe an overreaction.

Until It's Dust by xcursequeenx

Ilya stepped towards Shane and when he didn’t step back, Ilya took the opportunity to wrap him in his arms.

“I just wanted you to know that it would be okay if you did need to do that.” He wanted to make sure that he said the right thing so that Shane wouldn’t be spooked. He had already fucked this up severely. But even then, Shane deserved to know everything.

“I don’t believe in cheating.” Shane stilled in his arms before he finished with, “I don’t own you Shane.”

Everything in Shane’s face shattered and Ilya knew that despite his attempts he had said something terribly wrong.

Shane turned on his heel and hauled ass out of the bedroom. By the time Ilya could catch up to him, he was gone.

And now Ilya was speeding to Montreal because four days was far too long for comfort.

OR the one where Ilya tells Shane he can see other people and then regrets it.

I know better now by silversurfer

Shane meets Ilya in Tampa for closure – he knows he’s gay now, and also knows he wants something serious, committed, reliable. He’s ready to end things neatly and conclusively. Ilya is going to have to accept that.

... Ilya takes this about as well as you would expect.

Am I a Freak? Am I a Weirdo? by Dorzy

After years of secretly hooking up with his rival… Shane wonders if their sex is normal. Unfortunately, there’s only one person he can ask for confirmation.

i can try to pretend, i can try to forget (but it's driving me mad) by shortykuma

“I’m back!” came Miles’s voice. “Here are your drinks, some champagne for Rose and another beer for Shane.”

Rose, who was sitting at the edge of their booth, accepted both and handed them to Shane, who took a swig immediately. He didn’t really want to get drunk, he never did, but at least having a pleasant buzz would help make this easier.

“And look who I ran into,” Miles continued in a sing-songy manner.

“Oh my god, is that Ilya Rozanov?” Rose exclaimed.

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What if Miles had approached Ilya at the club and brought him over to meet Rose and Shane, blissfully unaware that Ilya and Shane's relationship was more than just an on-ice rivalry? Suddenly, it's gotten a whole lot harder for Shane to pretend and for Ilya to forget, when the objects of their obsession are sitting right in front of them.

An alternate take on Episode 4/Chapter 14 where Shane and Ilya actually talk at the club instead of just staring at one another across the dance floor. Did kind of spiral out of control while writing into sort of a fix-it, or maybe just a timeline acceleration.

case file: desk 24, floor 8, room 1 by shaneviews

Shane Hollander starts receiving anonymous gifts at his desk.

Ilya Rozanov, his husband, takes the investigation a little too seriously.

Rpfing Gotta Stop Yall by ana1s

When a fifteen-second clip of Shane Hollander and Hayden Pike goes viral, the internet decides they are in love. Unfortunately, Ilya Rozanov disagreed.

One video. Two hockey players. Three million opinions. And one Russian man personally declaring war on the entire internet.

can't buy me love by amongtheshadows

“And next up we have a one-on-one evening with the one and only Shane Hollander.” Hayden gestures towards him like he’s bringing out a car on a game show. “Spend an evening with Shane Hollander, my best friend and the greatest hockey player of the generation. Not to mention lifelong Ottawa sweetheart.”

“I’m going to kill you.” he whispers through his teeth as the crowd applauds, but also in the crowd, Ilya is glaring like he’s going to absolutely murder Hayden.

(or - hayden puts an evening with shane up for auction and ilya could not be less thrilled about it)

sold out by shaneverse

Shane gestured helplessly at the empty space Wyatt had just vacated. “Rozanov. What are you doing? This is for charity.”

Sliding a heavy, matte-black credit card across the counter, Ilya didn’t even blink.

“I know,” he murmured, his blue eyes dropping directly to Shane’s mouth. “I’m being generous.”

When Shane Hollander is drafted into working the hospital’s Valentine’s Day kissing booth, he expects awkward kisses and a miserable afternoon.

What he doesn’t expect is Ilya Rozanov buying every single ticket.

pick-up lessons by noraster

"Shane Hollander," he said. "We are lying in the very comfortable bed you bought for me to fuck you in, in the very weird condo you bought, also for me to fuck you in."

"It's an investment," Shane grumbled.

"And I have just fucked you, I think, very well," Rozanov continued. "At least I do not remember any complaints."

He swung his body easily across the bed, pinning Shane in place.

"No complaints," Shane huffed, almost a laugh. "No complaints here."

"So why the fuck," Rozanov said into the soft skin beneath Shane's ear, "are you asking me about other men?"

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Or: Shane thinks what he needs to do is fuck another man. Just to see. Just to know. Just to test if it's only Rozanov who can make him feel this way.

But he has no idea how to go about fucking a stranger without it immediately becoming a story in the tabloids.

And he can think of only one person to ask for advice. So, in a post-coital haze, he makes the obvious move: he asks Ilya Rozanov, his extremely casual fuckbuddy, for advice on how to pick up other men.

macro by PenAndInkPrincess

“Uh,” he says, looking up from his screen and feeling his ears go hot, realizing for the first time that this habit of his hasn’t actually come up before until this exact moment.

“What?” Rozanov asks, sounding more amused than anything else. “You are one of the people who does Instagram for food now?”

“No,” Shane says, stalling between answering and finishing his Snap so he can send it to Melissa, “one sec.” He finishes typing out 'Tuna melt. Chips. Pickles. It smells really good. Swiss cheese, I think.' before he looks back to Rozanov, putting his phone facedown on the coffee table. “Just sending it to someone on the staff. She likes knowing what I’m eating.”

He doesn’t know if Melissa likes knowing what he’s eating, per se, but she also seems pleased when he talks about enjoying food for things beyond how many grams of protein it has in it.

“Ah,” Rozanov says, in a tone Shane can’t quite read. “You always send her your food then, this girl?”

(shane has a habit of sending his team's dietician his meals for approval) (the problem with this habit? he forgets to tell ilya exactly what it is that melissa does) (how the tuna meltdown is AVERTED through the power of miscommunication)

Can I Get Hollander’s Number? by Lis4

“Hey cap,” Troy said, sitting down next to him in the stall he was set up in.

“Ready, Barrett?” Ilya asked.

“Oh hell, yeah.” Troy confirmed. “Gonna stomp the shit out of them.”

Ilya forced a laugh. He hated when the rivalry forced him to agree with statements like that. The last thing he was goign to do was stomp the shit out of Shane. He definitely wasn’t going to let him win though.

“We will win,” Ilya said confidently.

“Yeah, I know,” Troy agreed. They rarely did, but they liked to pretend at least for the rookies. Troy leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper so no one else would hear. “I um. I’m going out with Hollander after the game.”

Ilya literally heard race car wheels slamming to a stop. “What?”

“Yeah, gonna check out one of the bars down town,” Troy informed excitedly.

Ilya felt like his brain was short circuiting. “You’re.. you’re what?”

Troy didn’t appear to track Ilya’s lack of cognitive response. “Thanks for the number, Cap,” and winked his way back to his own stall.

—Inspired from Role Model where Troy comes out to Ilya and then thinks about asking him for Shane’s number. What if that happened? What if Ilya gave it to him?

[hollanovficarchive]

Texting

(the story unfolds mostly through messages or posts)

The Dad That Stepped Up by eicsferrari

Mel @montrealboiziau HOLY SHIT I JUST SAW ILYA ROZANOV ????? but what the fuck is he doing in a toy store in Montreal ?????

↪Mel @montrealboiziau why would i be lying lmao here’s a pic for those of you who don’t believe me [picture attached]

↪kay @voyageurs24 Wait, isn’t that Hayden Pike’s wife with him? I’m pretty sure I recognize her from Instagram! I follow her because their kids are so cute

(Or Ilya and Jackie are seen together. The Internet thinks they are having an affair. And Hayden is not happy about any of it)

the pact by pucksandpower

Lily: Well. There is very interesting studies I have read recently.

Karolina: We’re listening!

Lily: Research shows that abstinence can significantly improve athletic performance. Testosterone levels, energy conservation, mental focus. All better with sexual abstinence.

Jackie: Wait, seriously?

Lily: Oh yes, very serious research. Professional athletes should abstain completely during playoff runs. Some studies suggest 6-8 weeks for optimal results.

Satu: SIX TO EIGHT WEEKS?!

When “Lily” gets added to the Montreal Voyageurs WAGs group chat, she comes armed with peer-reviewed research, vibrators for everyone, and one revolutionary idea: a playoff sex ban for optimal athletic performance. The WAGs are convinced it’s evidence-backed science, the team is suffering, and Ilya is having the time of his life watching his handiwork unfold.

where nobody knows you by dottiedoesotherfandoms (dottie_wan_kenobi)

After a moment, Hayden pulls back. Then he hands her the phone—Shane’s phone.

“I grabbed this when I was getting his stuff and I saw, well.”

He looks away from Yuna, briefly glances at David, then looks away from him too. There’s an oddly guilty look on his face that has Yuna suspicious at once.

“Um, has Shane told you guys about Lily?”

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AKA, Yuna and David find out about Lily, Shane’s... girlfriend?, while he's in the hospital. It's a while before they find out about Ilya.

Featuring: - high Shane - Ilya angst - theories about who Lily could be - Yuna & "Lily" texting - identity shenanigans

Jane and Lily are rivals on hockey twitter by MoonlitSunrise

Jane @Rozanov_supremacy1221 Ilya Rozanov fan account! I want to lick the sweat off that man's abs.

Lily @ShaneHollandersPinkDildo_1410 Shane Hollander’s Number 1 fan. In my “thirst” era 😉 Am Russian drink vodka

OR

Jane and Lily become lesbians on hockey twt after making fan accounts of each other

my dear lily by jadegoldcat

Ilya wasn’t certain why he’d kept the letter-writing thing going for so long.

He had no idea when he’d gotten so attached to the anonymous man on the other side of the computer screen, but now he'd developed a dependency that terrified him more every day.

or,

Shane becomes romantic pen pals with a girl named Lily, completely unaware that she is actually his rival on the ice, Ilya Rozanov.

POV: You have been invited to the wedding of Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov by wilmonstan12345

I firmly believe that Shane and Ilya invited their loved ones to their wedding via text.

Here is how I think it went.

Ain't No Hollaback Girl by OrYouCouldHaveMine

russianstallion messages hollabackgirl on Grindr for some fun, but then they keep showing up at the same places, conveniently right when Boston and Montreal have a game against each other.

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Shane and Ilya, unbeknownst to each other, are sexting on Grindr while still being rivals on the ice.

*SMAU that was previously uploaded to twitter is now on ao3 for ease of reading*

re: hi by fleezerweezer

At eleven years old Ilya Rozanov's class is given an assignment:

They will be randomly paired with a student at another school in Canada via email. In order to get full credit on the assignment, they must send at least five emails back and forth and gather enough information to write their project.

After seven years, Ilya is pretty sure he's done enough for 100%

or

Shane and Ilya sending emails throughout the years. What happens when they meet?

Bodyguard by bittlebarnes (monroesherlock)

Complex Sports @ComplexSports

“Good luck.”

Former Montreal Metros Captain Shane Hollander-Rozanov gives an “inspiring” two-word message to his former teammates ahead of the much-anticipated rematch between the Centaurs and the Metros.

-or-

Everyone wants a piece of Shane Hollander. Ilya has something to say about that.

Operation Get Roz a SAP by dntat

Bood: And what would this person need to get Roz to settle down?

Roz: must be most beautiful person you have ever seen

Roz: very funny but does not know they are funny

Roz: and suck dick like their life depends on it

Or: The Centaurs know that Roz is sad, and probably a little lonely. So they do their best to set him up with someone who matches his specific list of requirements. What they don't know is that their captain has already found that person.

Welcome, Jane! by MantisShrimpfromMercury

"Jane" gets added to the Centaures WAGs chat shortly after Ilya moves to Ottawa. Maybe a group of girl friends is exactly what Shane needs in the face of hardship

Catfished by Shane Hollander!? by MadeofMud

“Who are you talking to?” Sveta is looking with a raised eyebrow, at Ilya’s delighted face.

“Ah, I am talking to my catfish.”

“What do you mean, your catfish?” Ilya angles the phone so Sveta can see the shirtless picture on the screen.

“This guy is pretending to be Shane Hollander on Grindr. It’s pretty funny. He’s cropped the face out, but he’s using pictures from the billboard next to my apartment.”

Or: Ilya Rozanov is sure he's being catfished- why would the real Shane Hollander be on Grindr, talking to random university of Ottawa students? But the more he talks to Wayne, the more he starts to like him, and the more he wishes Wayne would just come clean so they can finally be together.

Smash, definitely by Hayze57

Shane Hollander gets drunk and participates in a game of Smash or Pass with the Montreal WAGs. What could go wrong?

The Hayden Pike App by shaneyp1e

@shanesfreckles

hey… has anyone seen that hayden pike has created an entire app where he just posts pictures of himself?? and nobody else can post anything?? am I going crazy??

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

Hayden Pike has an app just for his 3 fans

Inspired by this tweet!

Secret Santa by disasterbitch

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Secret Santa 2015

Dear Shane Hollander,

Thank you for participating in the MLH Secret Santa!

This year, you will be sending a gift to: Ilya Rozanov (Boston Raiders).

In order to get to know him and get a personalized gift, you will get access to an encrypted messaging app where you can ask him questions. Make sure you don't reveal who you are!

Please send your gift before December 15th to the Boston Raiders social media manager’s office at the address below.

Merry Christmas!

The MLH Social Media Team

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Or: Shane and Ilya never hooked up, Shane needs to get Ilya a secret santa gift, and Ilya is on a mission to figure out who his secret santa is.