There was this fic I read about Shane joining the centaurs but not wanting to take someone's spot as center so him and the second (?) line center (forgot who it was) practice Shane being a winger one practice and it goes really well to the point where everyone else on the team is all like, how long have you guys been practising this?
And that's literally all I remember, please help
The fic does not sound familiar to me, but I did try my searching for you (: Hopefully it's one of these, if not, maybe a follower finds it familiar.
His Hands Are In My Hair, His Clothes Are In My Room
Shane and Ilya play their first game as Ottawa Centaurs together
They (Don't) Know About Us
Shane, fed up with Montreal, signs to Ottawa before their relationship is revealed. While he doesn't plan on keeping that a secret for long, he asks Ilya to let him get to know the team first, before they come out. To maybe have a normal season. Meanwhile, the rest of the Centaurs are going crazy trying to figure out what is going on between their captain and Shane Hollander and why they keep showing up in the same car??
Under Review
It’s the start of Shane Hollander’s first season in Ottawa and he should be settled. The Centaurs are friendly, the room is easy, and Ilya is finally close enough to touch. But, as Shane is intimately aware of, old habits learned the hard way will linger.
New City, Same Idiots
Cliff Marlow gets traded to Ottawa and Ilya Rozanov better be ready to run it back
Does this fic sound familiar to anyone else? Please let me know x
Ilya gets drunk and refuses to be touched by anyone except his boyfriend. Unfortunately for Shane, Ilya does not realize his boyfriend is the one taking him home.
🏒 The Thing About Jane | 7.4k
Three days after winning his first MVP award, Ilya Rozanov is critically injured in a serious car accident. Through the fog of head trauma, he struggles to remember certain details of his life, which sends him on a personal journey to find the whole truth
🏒 there's no pretending | 13.1k
The term, he’s told, is temporary retrograde amnesia. Ilya doesn’t need the direct translation to understand: he forgot things. Ten years of things
🏒 Missing Hours | 19.7k
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 Knockout Lockout | 23.9k
“…ya – hey! There you are,” the stranger says shakily, one strong hand clutching Ilya’s face. “Fuck, Ilya, you’ve gotta stay awake, okay? They’re coming, just hold on. I’m here.”
🏒 the golden boy and my worst regret | 38.1k
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
🏒 all's well that ends well (to end up with you) | 53.2k
An amnesia fic that sees Ilya wake to a life that he loves, one that he fought for even if he can't remember what that fight looked like. With the hesitant help of Troy Barrett, he'll do everything he can to keep it
Shane Centered
🏒 Am I Married? | 3.0k
Shane wakes up in the hospital, loaded with painkillers, and the most beautiful man he's ever seen is holding his hand
🏒 the body just knows | 3.6k
After the game accident, Ilya goes to visit Shane at the hospital only to find out that Shane had no recollection of the past eight years they've shared together
🏒 Another sweet version of Shane | 3.8k
After that bad accident,Shane caught a temporary amnesia.He forgot something, but as soon as he saw Ilya,he was pretty sure that was his boyfriend
🏒 Still Here, Still Yours | 9.7k
After an on-ice accident leaves Shane Hollander with temporary amnesia, he wakes up believing it’s 2017—only to learn it’s 2023 and that he’s married to Ilya Rozanov
🏒 To Be Remembered, Is To Be Loved | 13.8k
Shane's last memory is July 2010, a.k.a the first time they hooked up in Toronto after shooting the commercial. Problem is, it is 2022, and they have been married for almost a year, but Shane cannot remember the past 12 years of his life with Ilya.
🏒 Signs of Life | 28.3k
Shane's concussion in S01E05 leaves him missing his memories from the last decade. Ilya is now the only person in the world who knows the truth about him and Shane, and is forced to question whether to burden Shane with their complicated relationship or to walk away
🏒 The Importance of Strawberries | 40.7k
In 2031, Shane wakes up in the hospital certain that it's 2010. Ilya is there to remind him of the two decades he's missed and the life they've built along the way
🏒 A Sound Is Still A Sound Around No One | 43.2k
In 2023, Shane takes a bad hit on the ice. When he wakes up, the last thing he remembers is a tuna melt
🏒 The Second First Time | 59.7k
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
🏒 Whatever We Become (I Was There Before It All) | 64.0k
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.
Ilya gets drunk and refuses to be touched by anyone except his boyfriend. Unfortunately for Shane, Ilya does not realize his boyfriend is the one taking him home.
🏒 The Thing About Jane | 7.4k
Three days after winning his first MVP award, Ilya Rozanov is critically injured in a serious car accident. Through the fog of head trauma, he struggles to remember certain details of his life, which sends him on a personal journey to find the whole truth
🏒 there's no pretending | 13.1k
The term, he’s told, is temporary retrograde amnesia. Ilya doesn’t need the direct translation to understand: he forgot things. Ten years of things
🏒 Missing Hours | 19.7k
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 Knockout Lockout | 23.9k
“…ya – hey! There you are,” the stranger says shakily, one strong hand clutching Ilya’s face. “Fuck, Ilya, you’ve gotta stay awake, okay? They’re coming, just hold on. I’m here.”
🏒 the golden boy and my worst regret | 38.1k
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
🏒 all's well that ends well (to end up with you) | 53.2k
An amnesia fic that sees Ilya wake to a life that he loves, one that he fought for even if he can't remember what that fight looked like. With the hesitant help of Troy Barrett, he'll do everything he can to keep it
Shane Centered
🏒 Am I Married? | 3.0k
Shane wakes up in the hospital, loaded with painkillers, and the most beautiful man he's ever seen is holding his hand
🏒 the body just knows | 3.6k
After the game accident, Ilya goes to visit Shane at the hospital only to find out that Shane had no recollection of the past eight years they've shared together
🏒 Another sweet version of Shane | 3.8k
After that bad accident,Shane caught a temporary amnesia.He forgot something, but as soon as he saw Ilya,he was pretty sure that was his boyfriend
🏒 Still Here, Still Yours | 9.7k
After an on-ice accident leaves Shane Hollander with temporary amnesia, he wakes up believing it’s 2017—only to learn it’s 2023 and that he’s married to Ilya Rozanov
🏒 To Be Remembered, Is To Be Loved | 13.8k
Shane's last memory is July 2010, a.k.a the first time they hooked up in Toronto after shooting the commercial. Problem is, it is 2022, and they have been married for almost a year, but Shane cannot remember the past 12 years of his life with Ilya.
🏒 Signs of Life | 28.3k
Shane's concussion in S01E05 leaves him missing his memories from the last decade. Ilya is now the only person in the world who knows the truth about him and Shane, and is forced to question whether to burden Shane with their complicated relationship or to walk away
🏒 The Importance of Strawberries | 40.7k
In 2031, Shane wakes up in the hospital certain that it's 2010. Ilya is there to remind him of the two decades he's missed and the life they've built along the way
🏒 A Sound Is Still A Sound Around No One | 43.2k
In 2023, Shane takes a bad hit on the ice. When he wakes up, the last thing he remembers is a tuna melt
🏒 The Second First Time | 59.7k
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
🏒 Whatever We Become (I Was There Before It All) | 64.0k
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.
part four of hollanov recs! this is another long one that's been piling up so I'll list out some of what will be included, the emojis will serve as a key:
💊 - sickfic
🫂 - family bonding + found family
🔮 - soulmates + time travel
💡 - canon divergence / au
💋 - kink & smut
🗣️ - fics with russian/french
✍️ - character studies + introspection
🐺 - a/b/o + omegaverse
❤️🔥 - hollanov + other(s) or threesomes
✨ - as well as an update on what I've posted since the last rec x
↓ recs below ↓
(these are in no particular order, and feature a range of topics, ratings, lengths, and possible warnings. as with any rec, please be sure to also double check for any triggers yourself before reading. however, I will not rec MCD and very rarely unhappy endings.
if you read one and enjoy it, please be sure to leave a comment or support! if you don't, just move on. be kind!)
💊 I KEEP CLOSING MY EYES BUT I CAN'T BLOCK YOU OUT by stardustvx
⤷ rating + length: G, 6k
⤷ summary:
Shane has a migraine before the game. He thinks he is good enough to play up until the second when he throws up all over Ilya Rozanov’s jersey. Yes, on the ice.
⤷ notes + warnings:
warning for everything mentioned in the summary, but everything is relatively non-graphic! it's got shane needing comfort and ilya readily giving it, migraine rep, and of course FEELINGS!
💊 INTO YOUR EARTHLY HANDS by scarlettroses
⤷ rating + length: T+, 57k, 13/? chaps
⤷ summary:
"Rozy," Brian, the team doctor says, "talk to me, buddy. That puck clipped you pretty good, how’s the pain?"
Ilya blinks. He clenches his jaw against a wave of nausea. He rests his cheek on the ice, and the cold helps a little.
"Bad. Very bad." He swallows. "Is Shane here?"
[or, in the final MTL/BOS game of the year, ilya takes a puck to the head.]
⤷ notes + warnings:
PLEASE HEED ALL WARNINGS FOR INJURIES AND MEDICAL DESCRIPTIONS. this fic is heavy at times (my palms (and eyes) were sweating fr) but so, so well written, and has a lot of the ingredients from the post-concussion shane fics I enjoyed too. be aware that it's marked as ongoing, but at the time of the rec there is no unhappy ending or cliffhanger etc.!
🫂 SNOWPRINT TRACINGS by boxysmiles
⤷ rating + length: T+, 20k
⤷ summary:
Long before he ever sees a photo of her, Shane dreams of Irina Rozanova.
⤷ notes + warnings:
listen. I will cry at just about anything to do with irina's storyline but this was unlike any other ones that I've read before. I was holding my breath the whole time with how beautiful the writing was. the emotional beats of the story feel like waves, a perfect mix that had me captivated throughout and then in for a good, cathartic cry at the end. just beautiful.
🫂 THE HOLLANDERS HAVE ACQUIRED ILYA ROZANOV by leiascully
⤷ rating + length: T+, 10k
⤷ summary:
Dinner at the cottage is a family affair. Yuna and Ilya have a conversation.
⤷ notes + warnings:
I loveeeeeee ilya navigating the parents fr. this one is so sweet and well written. I love them :')
🔮 YOU CAN LIE (NOT TO ME) by newtntommy
⤷ rating + length: M, 51k
⤷ summary:
Every time your soulmate lies, their words are written on you.
Shane doesn’t lie often. His soulmate does though.
⤷ notes + warnings:
the soulmate trope has never been one of my super faves but FUCK this one came out of nowhere and gripped me by the throat fr. the scenes and bits of character that were chosen as part of the storyline were brilliant, the liberties taken with canon fit perfectly, and it added a great flavor to the canon retelling.
🔮 CUT TO THE FEELING by Charlotte_Stant
⤷ rating + length: M, 12k
⤷ summary:
It had been a very weird day, but Shane wasn’t going to jerk off about it a second time.
⤷ notes + warnings:
18 y/o shane gets flung into the body of 35 y/o shane and has to navigate being married, having children, and his apparently very active and gratifying sex life before he's put back in his regular timeline. the plot was so much fun and shane's internal monologue was perfect, and I was giggling at what ended up being the catalyst when shane found out. so great.
🔮 CIRCLE BACK SEASON by anonymous
⤷ rating + length: T+, 9k
⤷ summary:
“Oh my god,” the intruder says, voice coming faster and higher-pitched. “Shane, what the fuck? Oh my god.”
“Eeleeyah, come to my cottage,” Ilya mocks, voice muffled by Shane’s skin. “Don’t go to Russia. Come to my house instead. Is so private. No one will know…we will be completely alone. Together.”
“Oh my god, is that Ilya Rozanov?” the intruder yelps like he's about to start hyperventilating. “Why is Ilya Rozanov half-naked in our kitchen, Shane?”
“Okay, I know how this looks,” Shane tells Ilya, “But I mean, technically, we are still alone. Together.”
[or, At the cottage, Shane and Ilya meet eighteen year old Shane Hollander. This is really only a surprise for one of them. Everyone handles it as well as can be expected.]
⤷ notes + warnings:
this has everythinggggg I love about a time travel fic, and I thought it was extra interesting the way that this one is set up. I was already expecting it to be good because I love a plot like this, but then the interactions between current day ilya and baby shane ?????? fuck I was UNWELL. I was so sad when it was over I could have read so much more fr it was amazing!!!!!!
💡 TORTURE ME (WITH ALL I'VE WANTED) by toomuchplor
⤷ rating + length: E, 7k
⤷ summary:
Regina to Edmonton was nine hours by bus if the weather was decent; it took a bit longer if — for example — your bus lost power on Highway 11 just past Dundurn, Saskatchewan.
Team buses, night drives, and one way things might have started differently.
⤷ notes + warnings:
this was such a fun divergence and one that I've never seen any others similar to before. the vibes, as promised in the a/n, are just like sitting next to your crush on a highway coach, and said vibes were delightful (and also so fucking hot?) I feel like anything toeing the line of public sex or pda with hollanov is difficult to do within the confines of canon, but this one just. UGH. I ate it up. it's so good. it makes sense. I love them.
PLUS!!! CHECK OUT THE ART LINKED AT THE END OF THE FIC! it's fucking gorgeous
💡 MATTER OF FACT, I CAUGHT YOU LOOKIN' BACK by sargeantwoof
⤷ rating + length: E, 19k
⤷ summary:
“No,” he says, smiling gently, like he doesn't know how irritating he's being. “Is my room first, da? You should speak with front desk.”
Hollander stares at him. And then he starts to laugh.
“You ask the front desk,” he shoots back, in between his odd wheezes. Ilya's heart starts to pound in double time, because this is not—this cannot be Shane Hollander playing bed chicken with him. Their competitiveness is fierce, to be certain, but surely, Hollander would be the bigger person, no? “This is my fucking room, Rozanov. Wild horses couldn't drag me away.”
[OR: Ilya's apartment is under construction. Shane's in town for a game. It'd be a shame if they somehow had the same hotel room.]
⤷ notes + warnings:
THERE WAS ONLY ONE HOTEL ROOM OH NOOOOOO ;) this one made my heart ache in the best way it was SO true to character, great setup, great execution of the trope that wasn't overly similar to others. the YEARNING? I felt like rolling around on the floor fr the dialogue and characterization (and where it's set in the timeline of canon) all make the stakes feel even higher, and their feelings for each other are just so tangible. brilliantly done.
💡 THE WAITING GAME by RizandAce
⤷ rating + length: T+, 16k
⤷ summary:
“Lily,” Hayden says automatically. “You know about Lily?”
Something flickers across Rozanov’s face. His jaw twitches. “Yes, I know about Lily.” He raises his eyebrows.
Hayden feels like a complete asshole, all of a sudden. There’s just been too much going on to even think about Shane’s mystery girlfriend. “Shit, I should probably, like, call her, or something? I don’t know this girl at all, but Shane’s been obsessed with her for years. If she was watching the game, she would have seen him get hurt.”
“You don’t need to call her,” Rozanov says, and when Hayden glances at him, he still looks fucking miserable but now he’s rolling his eyes, a much more familiar expression of disdain on his face. “She’s sitting right here.”
[Hayden Pike and Ilya Rozanov are waiting for Shane to wake up after he took a bad hit on the ice. They get to talking.]
⤷ notes + warnings:
there's been several of this type of fic floating around (and I ate them all the fuck up) but this one starts with hayden + ilya and also includes shane + hayden, and ilya + svetlana in the later chapters (and of course ilya + shane), all conversations centered around their relationship and telling people/people finding out. the dialogue in this fic is fucking PHENOMENAL. the relationships between characters felt so authentic and the characterization was spot on by extension. even when there's not much happening in the scene the talking alone is so much fun to read. awesome awesome!!
💡 GOOD ON MY OWN ACCORD by impetuous
⤷ rating + length: E, 50k. 8/? chaps
⤷ summary:
No serious hockey fan or sports commentator worth their salt would have considered record-breaking Boston superstar Ilya Rozanov to be Shane Hollander’s rival exactly, but sleeping with a man who had a specific offense-related vendetta against him and a wrist shot like a jet engine to back it up was probably ill-advised just the same.
[Or, Shane is a goalie. Ilya can’t score.]
⤷ notes + warnings:
goalie shane is such a brilliant divergence to explore, and this one does it wonderfully! it makes a lot of sense to me, and I loved his characterization. and, as someone who is admittedly here for the fiction and knows next to nothing about the actual hockey, I was really pleasantly surprised to enjoy learning things about it in a way that felt seamless with the plot and not just info dumped. I can't wait to see how it concludes!
💡 LIKE FOR LIKE by smugrobotics
⤷ rating + length: T+, 3k
⤷ summary:
A nostalgic what-if where, instead of meeting at the World Junior Hockey Championships in 2008, Shane and Ilya meet a full year earlier - in a hockey group on Facebook.
A year in the life of two hockey boys.
⤷ notes + warnings:
this one was just so fucking fun. I love any kind of fun coding and this one looks amazing and was a great medium for the character voices!!! I was grinning so wide by the time I finished it!!!
💡 RESET YOURSELF by lisa6
⤷ rating + length: M, 3k
⤷ summary:
“You know he’s wearing one of those, too,” Hayden said, pointing at Rozanov’s wedding ring.
Rozanov snorted. “Yes, Pike.”
[Or: Hayden tries to comfort a jealous Ilya Rozanov.]
⤷ notes + warnings:
I subscribed to this author immediately after reading one of their other fics linked below, and I have had zero fucking regrets. just amazing writing all the way around. simple plot, genius execution, I had so much fun reading!!!! and it's hayden pov!!!!
💡 MENACE by Charlotte_Stant
⤷ rating + length: M, 5k
⤷ summary:
Of course Ilya had known that Shane would come back but it was gratifying, still, the text from Jane, Can we meet up when you’re here tomorrow, I don’t care where. I really need to see you. The intimation, probably accidental, that Shane was so very desperate he was open to the idea of Ilya fucking him in the street. Ilya typed and deleted many potential replies, which was not characteristic of him.
(Or: Shane gets blackmailed. Ilya handles it.)
⤷ notes + warnings:
DELICIOUS fucking plot, and the writing itself only elevates it. I'm a sucker for any Situation that makes the independent character be vulnerable and ask for help - which we will NOT be reading into - and protective ilya was just the cherry on top. so so so good I read it multiple times and will definitely be back.
💋 LIKE ONE OF YOUR GIRLS by creamsicle_melt
⤷ rating + length: E, 5k
⤷ summary:
Rozanov posts on Instagram a lot. Not on his feed, but his stories.
Every time he lands in a city, he posts a story. Usually it's just back of his seat, or sometimes the view out the window—on the tarmac, never anything exciting, one of just many cities their lives are broken up into—and a location tag. Low effort.
It’s pretty obvious what it is. Guys laugh about it, call it Rozanov’s Fuck Signal. The easiest way to get the hot girls who follow him to slide into his DMs.
Easy pussy.
⤷ notes + warnings:
starting this category off strong with another author I just recently found and am now fucking obsessed with. I am going to try really hard to come up with coherent words and not just undignified screeching to put here and in the next two recs.
this one in particular does have quite a few warnings in the notes so be sure to check those first, but FUCK it's written in the exact style I love and toes that line right between character study and kink that (for me, at least) is evergreen. sooo interesting being inside shane's head, and the writing itself is so rich and perfectly restrained and just so fucking delicious. amazing. no notes.
💋 IT'S LIKE YOU NEVER HAD WINGS by creamsicle_melt
⤷ rating + length: E, 16k
⤷ summary:
No, Ilya isn’t a martyr, but he isn’t selfish either.
Tonight he wants to be selfish.
Ilya wants to use Shane. He wants to use his willingness, his body, his everything to make himself feel better.
It’s a truth. Maybe an ugly one, but one that he owes to both himself and to Shane to accept. Tonight will be about him.
And Shane, for his part, is a willing participant in it all.
‘I want to be useful,’ he had said.
⤷ notes + warnings:
I love gentle/soft dom Ilya as much as the next guy but this was.... WOOF I already think pain play with hollanov is so fun to explore but ilya with a little sadism streak is just fantastic. I was prepared to separate The Fic from The Character Lore to justify it, but honestly I didn't even need to. woven beautifully through canon and scorchingly hot and I also learned more about hockey again so yay!!!
💋 GIVE ME WHAT I WANT WHEN I'M READY by creamsicle_melt
⤷ rating + length: E, 4k
⤷ summary:
Hollander’s mouth flattens into the cutest, bitchiest little line. “Yeah, well, have you seen one on a guy before because…” he stops, waves a hand down at his crotch.
“I have now,” Ilya answers honestly. He’s heard of it before, of course. Usually crude jokes amongst crude locker rooms, but he also knows for all the claims made from every other guy about how they’ve come across one, it’s rare.
So of course Shane fucking Hollander gets the honour.
Ilya can’t be mad though, considering that he’s about to reap the rewards of it.
[Shane Hollander wakes up with a pussy.]
⤷ notes + warnings:
another absolutely scalding character study through the lens of porn. once again check tags prior to reading but great smut, great characterization, loved ilya's pov and the way we see shane through it. I'm so fucking seated for whatever this author puts out next I'm HOOKED.
💋 LIKE A PEACH by fallbekind
⤷ rating + length: E, 7k
⤷ summary:
Something’s different, just in general. Like wearing sunglasses, a filter of sorts over everything, but if Shane was in any way honest with himself, he’d know it was more like going without for the first time.
He’s painfully aware of his body these days; how it looks, how it moves, how it responds to… stimuli. And it is responding, lately. His bruises, too: always just there, so used to them they’d barely registered anymore, but recently there’s been a sort of constant hum of them at the edge of his awareness. It’s a layer of input he really doesn’t need right now, busy as he is.
But he’s been woken up. Restless. Needy.
Late in bed, when all his chores are done, fingers travel up to his collarbone, where the newest acquisition is waiting for him.
⤷ notes + warnings:
we love a bruise kink in this house and this one is soooooo good. it has freak4freak, it has yearning, it has tasteful time skips to better illustrate the character development, and the sex is also of course amazing. love a character being scared of their own desires and Shane is a perfect palette for it.
💋 BEFORE SOMETHING BREAKS THAT CANNOT BE FIXED by justhockey
⤷ rating + length: E, 3k
⤷ summary:
Shane is used to feeling fuzzy with Rozanov. Like he’s floating higher, higher, higher. But this - this isn’t that.
Shane isn’t floating, he’s falling. Sinking down, down, down below, into darkness. It feels like there are waves crashing over his head, cold and sharp like needles against his skin, and when he does manage to breach the surface for a moment, he’s met with thick fog and a starless sky. It feels sort of like a concussion, but not. There’s no pain, just…haziness. Just a gaping, empty feeling, right in the centre of his chest.
(Or, Vegas rewritten.)
⤷ notes + warnings:
another trope I could have a hundred of. this one in particular stood out to me because of the descriptions and the prose re: subdrop. it gets so tender and intimate at the end too it's so good.
💋 LUCKY BASTARD by ghosttotheparty
⤷ rating + length: M, 10k
⤷ summary:
“I like it,” he says weakly. “I like it, I like you holding me like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like you own me.”
[or; They're falling in love. They can't have it, even if they can have each other, just for a little while.]
⤷ notes + warnings:
this fic has definitely already made its rounds but I just read it recently and ohhhhh boy I can see why. the dynamic between shane and ilya is so intense and so fragile, both as a result of the canon timeline and this kickass characterization. hollanov is freak4freak, and with me in the mix it's freak4freak4freak. this list of tags is like crack for me. it had me at spit kink and I didn't look back once. it's just so INTIMATE like my face was hot. seriously so so so good.
💋 HOLDING PATTERNS by thecouchsofa
⤷ rating + length: E, 6k
⤷ summary:
“Do you want to know how it feels?”
Shane let his hand fall back to the couch. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and lifted a brow at Rozanov. “What – holding the Cup? You’ve already made that joke once.”
“No.” Rozanov’s fingers encircled Shane’s wrist and then he was pulling Shane’s hand between his legs.
Or: Shane tops.
⤷ notes + warnings:
I'm not really one to do things out of spite, but every time I see a lengthy post ranting about fandom binaries and '[character] would NOT do this thing' it just makes me go look for media in which [character] does, in fact, do that thing.
that led me to the bottom ilya tag this time around, and I had a fucking fantastic time. I was already a fan of this author's writing so I was excited to see a plot like this, and it definitely didn't disappoint - also a great option if you're in the mood for a bottom ilya fic that still holds true to dom ilya/sub shane !!!
💋 THE FEELING OF THE FLESH by citrusses
⤷ rating + length: E, 2k
⤷ summary:
Ilya knew he was weird about this.
⤷ notes + warnings:
listen this is my blog I'm allowed to be a little freak this is my free pass and I'm using it on erotic body horror lactation kink and mommy issues ilya ok. you can't stop me.
💋 TENDER PARTS by mcshrug
⤷ rating + length: E, 7k
⤷ summary:
Shane isn't used to people touching him. Then he meets Ilya Rozanov.
⤷ notes + warnings:
I loveeeeeee a touch starved character and shane hollander is prime material. pair that with ilya greedy rozanov and BOOM you get great smut and even better character commentary
💋 AT PINPOINT by chaentics
⤷ rating + length: E, 20k, 2/3 chaps
⤷ summary:
“No one else knows of these,” Ilya tells him, and there it is, that glint of possessiveness in Hollander’s eyes. It makes Ilya’s head reel. And it is why he doesn’t hesitate to say, “I could mark you just like that. If you want.”
Hollander moans around him, his hand scrambling to get past the press of his jeans, into his underwear, to get himself off.
“Would last longer than bruises,” Ilya continues. “Maybe forever.”
⤷ notes + warnings:
ending with yet another absolute banger. I'm honestly struggling to summarize it in a way that captures just how feral I went over this while I was reading it. my notes are just one big keysmash and a bunch of !!!??!!???!?!???!!!! which I think means I have ascended past the need for regular language and have been irrevocably and fundamentally changed.
the tags are scarce but please please give this one a shot it's written phenomenally well, the inner monologue is fantastic and the characterization is spot on, and we know hollanov pain kink is famous in this house. AND this is coming from someone who has a legitimate fear of the kink instrument here so you know I mean it. I was hooked on every line, every piece of dialogue, the descriptions and the concept as a whole. I had to stare at my ceiling after I finished it. I cannot WAIT for the last part.
(also, if you happen to be a fan of CNC this author also wrote this fic!!!!)
🗣️ TONGUES-A-WAGGING by anonymous
⤷ rating + length: T+, 29k
⤷ summary:
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.
⤷ notes + warnings:
another one I've been seeing everywhere that I thoroughly enjoyed. it's got shane learning russian, it's got jealous ilya, it's got feelings confession and it's set in that delicious slot of time right between tampa and shane's concussion where they haven't really defined the relationship yet other than knowing they both want to be together in some capacity, so the yearning and the not being sure what's 'allowed' adds sooooo much flavor.
🗣️ TALK ABOUT IT by some1_around
⤷ rating + length: M, 7k
⤷ summary:
“You will not be so nice when we beat you,” Ilya told Shane Hollander, holding onto his hand, not letting him pull away. Not yet.
But Hollander’s brow furrowed, not in anger but in confusion. “Ah, um, sorry,” Hollander said. “Merci. My English is bad. Worse… than you. Maybe slower?” And he leaned in, like that would help him understand.
Ilya’s eyebrows rose, and his smile widened.
Or, Ilya Rozanov grew up in Russia. Shane Hollander was raised in France. When they first meet, neither of them can speak English very well. Somehow, it’s easier to understand each other when words aren’t getting in the way.
⤷ notes + warnings:
this was just fucking perfect I love them soooooo bad no notes I will be rereading
✍️ SAFE PLACE TO LAND by glowingregards
⤷ rating + length: G, 6k
⤷ summary:
Shane doesn't fall apart loudly. He spirals, shuts down, missteps. Ilya pays attention. He stays. He helps Shane learn what it feels like to be noticed without being corrected.
or, 5 times Shane needs help regulating his autism, and Ilya is there for him + 1 time Shane is there for Ilya.
⤷ notes + warnings:
beautifully written depiction of shane's inner monologue and the way he interacts with the world and with ilya. shane was written so authentically and ilya is perfect and patient and every bit of it is just so good. the scenes included and the deviations from canon were all intentional and lovely. filed under fics that made me tear up. loved loved loved.
✍️ PALE IMITATIONS by theribbonsweregreen
⤷ rating + length: M, 2k
⤷ summary:
L: It’s easy to quit if you really want to.
L: I just didn’t want to.
Ilya Rozanov quits smoking for the umpteenth time. Or – everything is about smoking, except for smoking which is about Shane Hollander.
⤷ notes + warnings:
I fucking love an experimental piece with gritty character introspection and prose that you could prick your fingers on. just such a genuinely cool piece. I need more people to read it and scream with me.
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Shane fucking Hollander - or a Cliff finds out ficlet
[this is a first draft but bc ao3 is still down, so this is my offering in these dark times]
Cliff wakes up early. He loves to party but he’s still a professional hockey player and at some point getting drunk until 2 AM and then getting up for an early morning flight has just become second nature. Hydration, Advil, and a lot of coffee are the keys to survival.
When his internal clock wakes him at eight, he’s not mad about it. They have a noon flight so that gives him time for a shower, a nice greasy breakfast with Roz, and then herding the no doubt incredibly hungover rookies back to their hotel.
He finds a bathroom with fresh towels in the hallway. He’s not a fan of putting his old clothes back on, but he can just turn his boxers inside out and he’ll borrow a fresh shirt from Roz. It’ll be a little short but he can deal.
When he walks downstairs, Roz is in the kitchen in sweatpants and a Centaurs shirt, staring blarily at the coffee maker. There’s no sign the rookies are conscious yet.
“Well, you look like death warmed over.” Cliff doesn’t bother keeping his voice down, the rookies need to get up.
He thinks he hears a faint groan from the living room.
Roz stares at him with narrowed eyes. It would be intimidating if he didn’t look so pathetic.
“Come on man, we didn’t even drink that much last night.”
Roz waves him off. “Not used to it anymore.”
Cliff wants to prod him about that, about his new life with Jane and whether it makes him happy enough to make up for playing on such a bad team, but that’s when there’s noise from the living
room and then Svenson and Brooks stumble into the room. They look even worse than Roz.
“Bathroom,” Roz says and points down the hallway. “Then coffee.”
They nod and shuffle down the hallway. There’s some noise, the click of a door and then Brooks reappears, blinking dumbly.
“Only one toilet,” he says.
Cliff sighs and hands over a mug of coffee. “Lightweight.”
Brooks gives him a betrayed look. “You made us drink vodka with a Russian.”
Roz nods. “Is true. Rookie mistake.” He snickers at his own joke then groans and grips his head.
“Roz isn’t even in drinking shape,” Cliff says mildly and pours more coffee.
Brooks stares in horror and then burns his mouth on his coffee. Cliff can’t help but laugh.
Eventually, Svenson reappears. His face is flushed and the tips of his blond hair are wet so he attempted some sort of wash. Cliff pushes a coffe cup in his direction and Roz digs out a bottle of Advil. He takes two before he hands it over.
“Grease?” Cliff asks.
“Eggs and bacon in the fridge,” Roz says, apparently unwilling to move from where he’s leaning heavily against the kitchen counter.
Cliff gets started and eventually Roz manages to help with the eggs. He throws some herbs in it which is definitely new but it smells nice so Cliff isn’t complaining.
Brooks reappears, lookin marginally more alive but also incredibly grateful for the Advil.
“You guys need to learn how to party,” Cliff says. “Roz here was a natural when he came to Boston.”
“I am a natural at everything,” Roz mutters but his bragging is lacking his usual energy. He still looks like he’s ready to go back to sleep.
“Yeah, I’m not comparing myself in anything to Ilya Rozanov,” Svenson mutters under his breath.
It’s not quiet enough because Roz nods and says, “I am incomparable.”
Cliff laughs again. Man, he misses Roz. He blames it on his own lack of sleep that he actually says that out loud.
Instead of ribbing him, Roz just bumps his shoulder against Cliff’s.
It's what gives Cliff the courage to say, “I feel like in compensation I should at least get to meet Jane.”
Roz’s instant “no” clashes with Brooks “Jane?”
“Shut up,” Roz says to the room at large.
“Oh come on, man,” Cliff says. “I already know she’s the reason you moved here.”
Roz stares at him with wide eyes. “What?”
The two rookies stare equally wide-eyed.
“Montreal girl.” Cliff says. “Jane.”
“In case you forgot, I moved to Ottawa,” Roz says with a snort but his shoulders are tense. Cliff should probably drop this—he dropped it last night—but fuck that. They were team mates for nine years, friends even Cliff likes to think, partied their way through every club in a city with a hockey team.
Roz was the one who bailed him out of jail after the whole thing in St Louis and Cliff was the one who took a punch to the face when it turned out Roz unknowingly hit on a married woman whose husband had a very short fuse and a mean right hook in Philly.
And then Roz just left, almost no warning, packed up and left for fucking Ottawa, giving Cliff nothing more than press answers and cryptic shoulder shrugs. And Cliff never pressed on the whole Montreal girl thing because Roz was touchy about it, clearly a sore subject with the long distance and her obviously not wanting to move to Boston for him, but pretending she’s not the reason Roz left for Ottawa and Cliff’s too stupid to know it… Cliff’s a laid back guy and he rarely gets angry, not even with Roz, but fuck this.
“You still moved for her,” Cliff says. “And I don’t know why you keep lying about it.” To me Cliff doesn’t say, but then he does because fuck this. “Come on man, you can tell me. You could always tell me.”
“Ottawa,” Roz says slowly, with emphasis, like he’s speaking to a toddler, “Is not Montreal.”
And Cliff is done with this bullshit.
“Yeah, well you couldn’t go to Montreal.” Cliff holds up a finger. “They would never sign you because you’re the most hated player in Montreal.” He holds up another finger. “Hollander would never play with you. He’d never move to second line for you and you’d never play second line for him. So unless you suddenly want to play wing, no dice. Never mind that even if the fans don’t set the Bell Centre on fire for signing you and Hollander doesn’t run you through with his stick, they still don’t have the cap space to afford you. So no dice on Montreal. And if my Canadian geography isn’t completely fucked, then Ottawa is the closest you can get to Montreal.”
Roz stares at him, shoulders slumped in defeat.
“What I don’t fucking get, is why she wouldn’t move for you?”
“That’s what you don’t get?”
Cliff shrugs. “You’ve been after your Montreal girl since rookie season. No one stuck around for as long as her except for Svetlana and you were always the one who said she’s just a friend. But Jane was never a friend. And then you stopped sleeping around last year, so it was obvious it was getting serious. But man, you’re one of the best and Ottawa is shit so… Why couldn’t she come to Boston?”
Roz looks up at the ceiling and mutters something in Russian. Cliff really only learned one Russian word, blyat, because it’s Roz’s favorite curse word. He hears it now too.
Behind Roz, the rookies are staring, mouths open but not making a sound.
Finally Roz says, “Jane has job in Montreal. Career. Would be stupid to move.”
“And it wasn’t for you?” Cliff asks incredulously.
Roz shrugs. “I can rebuild the team. Did it before in Boston, no? And… family is here, in Ottawa. So Jane is here a lot. It makes sense.”
It’s an odd mix of mushy and cocky, which is really Roz’s whole thing if you get to know him, just that he usually hides the mushiness more under layers of insults. Still, Cliff has questions.
“Okay, but what I don’t get is why you didn’t tell anyone? Like the fans might have not felt so betrayed you know?”
Cliff might not have felt so betrayed.
Roz shrugs again. “Jane is very private. I did not want the press to go snooping.”
That makes Brooks break. He lets out an incredulous noise.
Roz turns around like he forgot the rookies were there.
“Just,” Brooks stars helpelssly, falling silent under Roz’s hard look.
Svenson, now apparently remembering that he’s a six foot four MLH defenseman who regularly gets into fights on the ice, says, “What girl wouldn’t want to be seen with you?”
Roz snorts. “Jane is much too good for me. Trust me, I would not be good for reputation.”
The rookies both stare uncomprehending. Cliff gets it; Roz is their idol. They both had his poster on their walls just a few years ago. When Brooks got drunk with the team for the first time, he confided in Hammersmith that getting drafted to Boston was a dream come true because of Roz and that he’d honest to god cried when Roz went to Ottawa before Brooks ever got to meet him. It’s the main reason Cliff brought them with him last night, instead of catching up with Roz alone. The rookies’ sad puppy eyes had been too much for even Cliff to refuse.
“Still,” Cliff says, because he can be a dog with a bone when he has to, “now that I know, I could meet her? Just grab lunch or dinner or something? I really want to meet the girl who got you to move to fucking Ottawa.”
Roz blows out breath. “Sure. Some day.” There’s something heavy in Roz’s expression.
Some day. It doesn’t sound like any day soon. And it’s glaringly obvious that it’s not Roz’s choice.
Cliff stares into his coffee and wonders about this girl—or woman now, considering how long they’ve been a thing—who made Roz settle down and move to the worst team in the league. Who works in a field where she doesn’t openly want to date a hockey player. Who comes to visit Roz sometimes but doesn’t want to live with him full time.
Cliff is starting to hate Jane from Montreal a little.
The kitchen is quiet now, everyone staring into their coffee cups, the rookies still in shock and Roz just tired.
In the silence, the noise of the front door opening is very loud.
Roz’s head snaps up immediately.
There’s some shuffling, maybe a bag dropped, then a voice calls out. “Ilya?”
The voice is male. And vaguely familiar.
What the fuck?
Roz has gone as white as a sheet and hurries out of the kitchen. “Hey. I have—”
“Oh good, you’re up, I thought maybe you got so shitfaced with Marleau yesterday you’re still unconscious,” the voice says. There’s more shuffling, maybe a coat hung up or shoes toed off.
“We did and Marleau is still—” Roz starts, standing in the hallway, but then Shane Hollander steps into view, steps up right to Roz, takes his face into his hands and pulls him in for a kiss. Right on the mouth. And it’s not just a little peck either, it’s a full on lip smash, tongue swipe, going in for seconds kiss on the mouth.
What the…
One of the rookies squeaks and Cliff stares and Roz is frozen and Hollander—Shane fucking Hollander— pulls back.
Hollander makes a face. “You taste like an ashtray rinsed with vodka.”
Roz makes a helpless croaky noise. “I—”
Hollander rolls his eyes, plants another kiss on Roz’s mouth and then says, “Go brush your teeth. I missed you.”
“I didn’t know you were coming early,” Roz says, desperately, pleading.
Hollander grins. “Surprise.” Then his face falls, apparently finally registering Roz’s expression. “Not a good surprise?”
Roz shakes his head.
There’s a clinking noise and every head in the room turns to the kitchen island where Brooks just turned over his coffee cup.
“Sorry,” he says, a small puddle of coffee spreading over the counter.
Hollander stares, wide eyed. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, so Marleau and the rookies got so drunk last night, they couldn’t remember their hotel or room numbers so I took them home,” Roz says, somewhat weakly.
“And you couldn’t tell me this?” Hollander hisses.
Roz shrugs. “Was also very drunk. And didn’t think you were coming until later.”
“The interview was canceled,” Hollander says, almost absently, his eyes flitting back and forth between Cliff and the rookies. “Oh god. Fuck.”
And Cliff… he shakes his head, thoughts finally kicking into gear again. Because suddenly Roz’s secrecy about his Montreal girl makes a lot more sense.
And it’s… a lot. Fucked up probably. What about their whole rivalry? How long has this been going on?
But no, Cliff knows this. Montreal girl has been around since rookie season. He just has a hard time translating this to Shane Hollander—Shane fucking Hollander—having been around scince rookie season in his head.
Shane Hollander. Montreal girl.
Shane. Jane.
Jesus Christ.
Cliff lets out an almost hysterical laugh.
Roz rounds on him immediately, gets a fist into his shirt. “Marleau, I swear, if you—”
Still laughing, Cliff raises his hands. “Roz, no. I just… fuck, you were right.”
“Right?”
“Your Montreal girl really is too good for you.”
And then Cliff laughs again. Because Roz is in love with Shane Hollander. Has been in love with Shane Hollander for years, maybe his entire career, and no one fucking knew. How the fuck did no one know? Because it’s fucking insane, that’s what it is, but here Cliff is, hungover in Roz’s kitchen where Shane Hollander—Shane fucking Hollander—just kissed Roz square on them mouth. With tongue.
Roz stares, then he laughs too. “He really fucking is. I’m still best hockey player though,” he adds and Cliff slaps him on the shoulder.
“My brother in Christ, Hollander always had you beat,” Cliff says, and it's at least halfway true, and it’s Roz’s turn to punch him and none too gently.
“What the fuck,” Hollander says faintly behind them and Cliff really should have recognized his voice immediately.
Roz turns around, and his whole posture changes. He walks over to Holland slowly. “Shane. Is okay. Cliff is okay.”
Holland nods, then stares at the rookies. Cliff doesn’t think he’s ever seen Hollander afraid, but it’s clear he’s now. And Cliff gets it. This is… a lot. And this is not Scott Hunter kissing his cute smoothie shop boyfriend after his cup win. This is the biggest rivals of the league being in a relationship. It’s kind of incomprehensible. Except they’re both risking their entire careers for this, have been risking their entire careers for this, and even if Cliff doesn’t get it, it’s got to be the real thing and Roz is still his friend, so Cliff will help him protect this. Even if it means threatening the rookies.
Roz just looks at the rookies for a second, his eyes suddenly burning with a promise that usually means someone is about to lose a tooth on the ice, then he turns back to Hollander. “The rookies will not say anything,” he says, voice calm and soothing. “They know I will kill them if they do.”
Brooks makes a noise again and Svenson goes very pale.
“We won’t tell,” Svenson says.
“Yeah.” Brooks clears his throat. “My cousin is a lesbian, so like, I’m down with the rainbow.” Then he cringes immediately.
“Svenson, are you also down with the rainbow?” Roz asks sardonically.
“I’m Swedish,” Svenson just says as if that explains everything. And maye it does.
“Cliff?” Roz prompts.
Cliff raises his hands. “Hey, man, I’m an ally. I went with Hunter to his bar the last time we played the Admirals.”
“And… us?” Hollander says, still standing very still and tense.
Cliff shrugs, decides to be honest. “I mean, it’s weird. I don’t understand how that worked for you guys. But like, I’ve watched Roz moon at his phone over his Montreal girl for years.”
“I did not moon,” Roz says, outraged.
“So whatever you guys have seems to be the real deal,” Cliff continues. “And I’m a romantic at heart.”
Roz snorts. “Stacey really domesticated you.”
“Pot.” Cliff points at Roz. “Kettle.”
And Roz, Ilya fucking Rozanov, smile as happily as Cliff has ever seen.
do you have any super fluffy fic recs or maybe some hurt/confort? learned some very life altering sad stuff recently and would love a pick me up
sorry you've been having a rough time! these recs lean a bit more hurt comfort cause I don't really read pure fluff, but hopefully these help a little <3
Pure fluff!
i could take away the shaking knees - gurlsrool - Scott POV of the Hollanov wedding
gurlsrool actually has a lot of cute fluffy fics! would recommend just checking out their account
Mr. Emergency Contact - @zee-has-commitment-issues - Ilya is an emercency contact for the Pike kids, the internet sees him with them and Hayden has to admit to the world that they're friends
it's all fun and games until someone has been secretly gay this whole time - thegreenempty - Hayden POV with a high on painkillers Shane
Young and Hopelessly Smitten - @beforejuko - really cute childhood friends au
Plot with fluffy/feel good moments
the best person to be stuck in an elevator with - Sporkess - Yuna and Ilya get stuck in an elevator for 2 hours. It takes about 30 minutes for Yuna to decide she's adopting him
Good - @shanastoryteller - Hollanov's second dinner with Shane's parents goes better than the first
Haydenov Phone Swap - @exactphoify - Hayden and Ilya accidentally swap phones and become bffs in the process
Is Ilya Rozanov Really….? - Ubiquitously_Ubiquitous - 5+1 fic from Ilya's neighbours in Ottawa
Vibes Are Not Data - GlitterCity - Wyatt Hayes POV (how he became Ilya's bestie)
if you're looking for socmed fics I made a post here
Hayden looks over his shoulder at the sound of Shane's voice, smiling back at him, "Hey."
"Ilya said you were out here pouting." Shane comes to a stop beside Hayden, standing sideways to lean against the half wall that runs along the roof, creating a sort of rooftop patio of sorts.
"He's such an asshole." Hayden mutters, shaking his head. "I'm not pouting."
"He is." Shane agrees, although his voice is much fonder, "And what's wrong then? You don't avoid crowds and parties unless something's wrong." He pauses, head tilting to the side, "Is Jackie okay?"
"She's fine," Hayden reassures him quickly, "Happy at home, gorging herself on ice cream while the grandparents have the kids and I'm here."
"Alright." Shane nods slowly, "Then..."
"I'm fine, Shane." Hayden nudges him in the stomach with his elbow lightly, "Just taking a breather."
Shane isn't the greatest at reading people and their body language, but he's known Hayden long enough by now to notice something is wrong. If this were Ilya, Shane would say okay and walk away, give the man some time, and eventually, Ilya would come to him.
Hayden typically breaks with some minor pushing.
"You can talk to me, man. Or I'm going back inside to tell Ilya that you were indeed pouting."
"No," Hayden groans playfully, "Your stupid husband doesn't need more ammo against me."
"Then talk to me." Shane kicks his foot against Hayden's, "Please?"
Hayden sighs, sticking his hands into his pockets, "You're...you aren't going to forget about me, right?"
Shane blinks at his best friend's profile. That is so not what he'd been expecting Hayden to say. "What?"
Hayden shrugs, "It's just...we're here at a party celebrating your first win with the Centaurs, dude."
"Yes..."
"And you...they all love and accept you. You and Rozanov. I've never...you never looked so relaxed, back with the Metros. Back with...with me."
"Hey," Shane frowns, placing his hand on Hayden's shoulder and forcing him to turn, "First: I couldn't ever forget you. You wouldn't let me. You're annoying like that."
"Ha, ha." Hayden drawls, rolling his eyes.
"Second: I don't want to ever forget you." Shane squeezes his shoulder, "We came together because of hockey, yes, but...but I don't need hockey to be your friend. I never have. You've always loved and accepted me as I am."
"I didn't know you were gay or in love with your rival."
"Not what I'm talking about and you know it."
"Shane." Hayden's brows pinch together, "You're talking like there's something wrong with you again. We've talked about this--"
"Exactly." Shane laughs, dropping his hand from Hayden's shoulder. "You have never cared about my routines or 'bird food' or the fact that I don't drink or go out. You have just been my friend. Not Shane Hollander's friend. I love you, man."
"I love you too." Hayden replies, a shy smile on his face.
"And why do you think you're here?" Shane lifts an eyebrow, "At a Centaur celebration?" Hayden shrugs. "Because I wanted my best friend here to celebrate my first win. I don't give a shit what team we're on."
"Okay." Hayden nods, shoulders relaxing. "Sorry. I just..."
"I know." Shane says when Hayden trails off. "I worried a bit, too. After being outed and the way the team reacted. But you've...you never cared. You just cared about me."
"Of course."
"Then stop worrying I'm going to leave you."
"Alright." Hayden laughs, "Let's back into that party. Before Rozanov comes and hunts me down, thinking I'm stealing you away."
"Sorry, Hay, you're just not my type."
"Please," Hayden scoffs, the two bumping shoulders as they head for the door, "I totally could steal you away from Rozanov."
I have fallen and can't get up! I'm in the pit of despair-angst-tenderness-love known as the #soulmates tag of this fandom because goodness gracious are people delivering the juciest fics here! Canon already makes this relationship a star-crossed lovers scenario, but twirl them up in the red string of fate and you get blissful agony. This is the Good Place. Seeing authors exploring unique takes on how soulmates present themselves is the icing on top , and I am so well fed.
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Soulmates AU
🏒 slipfast by ummrys - 44k
Ilya almost dropped his cigarette. His English was shitty, but he had studied that sentence enough times over the years to understand it immediately.
- Shane says Ilya's soulmate words. Ilya vows to never speak a word to him to keep him from finding out. They fall in love anyway.
zannithinks: amazing navigation of the canon with this nail-biting twist! The boys are so emotionally messy in this one, and the sex is FIRE - truly a masterpiece to be devoured
🏒 a case of you by ausgezeichnet / @oldguardians - 43k
Ilya and Shane soulbond with a handshake in a freezing parking lot in Saskatchewan. It actually doesn’t change very much, until Shane’s concussion drives everything haywire, forcing them into close proximity and an earlier confrontation with all the feelings they’ve been trying to ignore.
- as it turns out, it’s easier than you’d think to be in someone’s head and still not know how they feel.
zannithinks: the Hurt is basically a character in this story and it is REAL. wow did my heart feel tender after this! Also one of the first fics I've seen to dig deep into the legal and professional chaos created by something as simple as love. Fantastic depth to these characters with real issues behind their miscommunications.
🏒 the cadence of a secret by marigoldens. - 39k
Ilya sits down at the desk for a steady surface to explain.
3 things 1 its curse. if true we can break it 2 its spell. if true we can break it 3 we are soulmates. if true we are fucked
“No,” Shane mutters, before he can stop himself. Immediately, he slams a hand over his mouth.
- Ilya and Shane are soulmates, and their bond prevents them from both talking and being apart.
zannithinks: had me glued to the screen the entire time! I adore the added elements of witches and magic into the world while still remaining a grounded reality. The tension between them is constant, relieved only by small and fleeting tender moments together. One of the best push-and-pull relationships I've seen delivered on a silver platter by incredible writing talent.
🏒 the heart is hard to translate by catknives / @catknives - 20k
Shane is twelve when he realizes he can understand Russian.
- in a world where you can understand whatever language(s) your soulmate speaks, it takes Shane and Ilya an embarrassing amount of time to realize they’re soulmates.
zannithinks: Shane needs a hug SO BADLY in this holy shit. I love to see this form of soulmates explored in a longer fic! It weaves gracefully with canon while adding so much. The ending made me so soft and gooey inside.
🏒 i've never needed a reason for keeping secrets from myself by blongblong / @bylroos - 9k
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.
- 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.
zannithinks: yet another fantastically original take on soulmates! This character study on Shane blooms beautifully into a defining moment of their relationship. Love to see that there's a second part from Ilya's POV incase your heart isn't squeezed enough.
🏒 Your Mouth is Wine by girlofsalt - 7k
If he focused, he could still feel the phantom touch of Rozanov's fingers on his skin, see the look on his face as Rozanov disappeared into a memory. Shane’s memory.
- Soulmates who touch each other's scars for the first time get to live through the memory of their soulmate acquiring them. For Shane and Ilya, being known so deeply by their rival is not the miracle everyone else says it is. At least, not for about eight years.
zannithinks: such a unique concept! I've never seen a soulmate au like this before, and it was so neat to see the boys forced into this kind of vulnerability before being fully ready for it.
🏒 achilles, come down by voidvapor - 3k
Hayden’s about to fist a hand in Marleau’s jersey and make a truly heroic attempt at rocking the much larger man’s shit (because no matter how legal the check might’ve been, that’s Hayden’s boy) when there’s the thunk of a second body hitting the ice.
- in a world where soulmates share injuries, when Marleau rams into Shane, Ilya goes down too. He and Hayden try to handle the situation as best as they can.
zannithinks: actually obsessed with this small shared experience between Hayden and Marly as they try to lock the fuck in and support their boys.
🏒 the language of us by SafelyCapricious / @safelycapricious - 2k
"So, do you think your soulmate is who you got all this hockey knowledge from?" Now, of course, he smiles the media smile that she is so proud of him for learning and says, "My parents taught me a lot, they both love hockey you know? And it's hard work, every day. But I do love it too and I love doing the work. I haven't met my soulmate yet, but hopefully someday when I meet them they'll love hockey like I do."
zannithinks: what a fun and cheeky play on soulmates! I really love each little moment and the ending had me giggling.
🏒 I knew it, I know you by mblematic / @mblematic - 2k
“It’s been a while,” Svetlana murmurs when Ilya wraps one of his hands around her thigh. He doesn’t answer immediately. He kisses her jaw, then her neck again, then pulls her bra to the side to take her nipple between his teeth. Finally he looks up, his smile off-kilter. “You think I won’t remember how?”
zannithinks: friends, do NOT sleep on this!!! This is a gorgeous Sveta POV of Ilya truly 'going through it' like no man before. Shane isn't there, and yet he is undeniably in the room with them the entire time. A beautiful showcase of the Sveta/Ilya dynamic that highlights the care and affection they hold for each other. I would read 500k more of this honestly.
🏒 A Little More Time by notlayingroses / @notlayingroses - 2k
“Ilya?” Shane tried again, and Hayden swallowed.
“Ilya is okay.” Hayden said, but it felt like a lie. Shane wouldn’t feel like his insides had been scooped out if Ilya was okay. “He’s hurt, but he’s okay. They’re getting out stretchers for you both now.”
zannithinks: why does it feel so good to see these boys in pain? There's something about the way this fic handles the calamity of the on ice moment by framing it from several POVs and making Shane near incapable of saying anything but Ilya's name. Hurts so good!!
more rec lists:
canon/canon divergent | a/b/o + bdsm au | outsider + hayden POV | soulmates | tbd
Ilya is off his game at practice, and he's more frustrated about it than he should be.
He misses multiple passes in a row before skating back to the bench in a huff and taking a long drink from his water bottle.
He's felt out of sorts all day.
He feels like he's not giving his team his all when he should be.
He feels like he doesn't deserve the letter "C" that's on his jersey.
He feels like maybe he shouldn't even be the starting center, and, like, maybe, it should be Shane instead.
Because Shane hasn't been missing passes all day.
He shakes his head, trying to get that idea out of it, because he can't let himself think that.
He's thought himself better than or at least equal to Shane on the ice the whole time they've known each other.
He's just having a bad day, and he knows it.
He just hates that it still happens. That he questions everything about his life when he has everything he could ask for.
Everyone knows about him and Shane, and he has a ring on his finger to prove it. He has a family that he shares with Shane, including his sweet and wonderful dog. He has an amazing team that supports him, and that team is bound for the playoffs for the second year in a row.
He should be deliriously happy, but, somehow, some days, he just isn't.
This is just one of those days.
He sighs as Shane skates over to him, giving him a questioning look.
One that quietly asks if he's having one of those days.
He nods miserably, afraid he'll give himself away to the rest of the team, because his eyes are brimming with tears.
Shane rubs his hand over his back in a few soothing circles before some of their teammates scold them for flirting during practice.
Ilya sighs and whispers to Shane, "I'll be okay."
He blinks the tears back and skates back to where he's supposed to be. Then he suffers through the rest of practice with the same self-deprecating thoughts running on loop.
He's half tempted to pull the "c" off his jersey when he gets to the locker room. Instead he strips the jersey off and sits and stares at it until Troy asks him if he's okay.
"I do not deserve this," Ilya says, picking at the "c."
Troy frowns at him. "Yes, you do. I haven't forgotten about you bringing me Gatorade last year when I really needed it."
"That was one time," Ilya says dismissively.
"And when you made me feel safe enough to come out to you," Troy adds.
"Okay," Ilya says, his throat tight because he still wants to be dismissive.
"And encouraged me to go after Harris," Troy says. "You're a great captain, Ilya."
"Thank you," Ilya manages before he flees for the showers, letting his tears mix with the flowing water.
XXX
Once they're home, Shane volunteers to make pasta while Ilya stares listlessly at ESPN.
Once the pasta is finished, Shane brings Ilya a bowl and sits down next to him with his own.
"Did you take your medicine?" Shane asks, because, as they both know, not taking it can cause a bad day.
But, no, Ilya checked his pill container already, and that wasn't the culprit. Only his shitty brain is to blame.
"Yes," Ilya says.
Shane chews on his pasta thoughtfully as Ilya devours his own.
Once they're done, Shane moves the bowls to the coffee table and climbs into Ilya's lap and wraps his arms tightly around him. "I know it doesn't fix it, but I want you to know I love you. I love you so much."
"It helps," Ilya says as wraps his own arms around Shane's.
They rock together until Ilya starts drowsing off.
"Come on, sweetheart," Shane says, "let's get you to bed. Hopefully tomorrow will be better."
Ilya doesn’t think much of his own impulses. He goes to a bar, he finds a pretty girl, he has sex. He catches Sasha’s eye from across the locker room, and then they’re in the same toilet stall, noises bitten away before they become dangerous. Svetlana invites him over when her father is away, and he kisses her on top of her quilted bedspread, hard from the feel of her under his hands and, a little bit, from the anticipation of the beating he’ll get if the Minister walks in on him. She scratches her fingers through his hair afterwards and he traces letters into the skin above her knee.
So when he gets the impulse to buy Hollander flowers, he doesn’t hesitate. Maybe it’s because Hollander is so cute with his little freckles. Maybe because he gets irritated so easily, that flush spilling down his collarbones to his chest. Maybe Ilya just wants to reward him for opening the door after that CCM shoot, or for letting Ilya suck his dick after the All-Stars even with Scott Hunter next door.
OR: 5 times Ilya got Shane flowers, and 1 time Shane got Ilya flowers
“Do you like ginger ale? Do you drink it?”
Ilya is quiet for a moment, his eyes shifting, moving over every inch of Shane’s face quickly, studying him as Shane holds his breath, his heart beating so loudly he can hear it.
“No,” Ilya says as he stands up slowly. “I don’t drink ginger ale, it's boring soda.”
*
Instead of freaking out and leaving when Ilya calls him Shane, Shane still freaks out, but he stays and is brave.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck’
The word echoes uncontrollably in Shane’s mind as he tries to gather his thoughts, his clothes, and himself long enough to leave Rozanov's place without further embarrassment.
He called Shane by his first name.
Ilya Rozanov, his rival, his…fuck buddy? Had called Shane by his name without any mocking in his tone for the first time since they started this car wreck of a situation, and Shane – Shane had fucking loved it.
His hands shake.
The warmth he felt as Rozanov spoke his name in the gentle space between their bodies, giving each other the pleasure Shane had only ever felt with Rozanov, was both what he had been craving and feared for longer than he had allowed himself to entertain the idea of them being more than what they were now.
He crosses Rozanov’s spacious kitchen, still struggling with the shirt in his hands – they won’t fucking stop shaking – when his eyes lock on the marble island with all the remains of the lunch Rozanov made for him. Containers with cheese and tuna in them lying there as a glaring evidence of the undeniable shift in their dynamic, it spikes his already overwhelming anxiety, and not just because there is a part of his brain that is screaming at him to tidy up, right the fuck now.
He should leave; he needs to leave. Go back to his hotel and get back on solid ground where he’s Hollander, and Ilya is Rozanov, and all they are is just an itch to scratch.
A seven-year itch, but an itch nonetheless.
Ilya
He hadn’t said it, but god, he wanted to, he wanted to whisper it into Ilya’s skin.
“Ilya,” he whispers to himself now, whimpering softly at the way his heart gives a thump under his ribcage, hard enough he has to reach up and try to soothe the ache with his clenched fist. “Fuck.”
There are two cans of ginger ale on the counter, one is the empty one he drank earlier, and the other is there waiting for him.
“Fuck,” he repeats once more as his traitorous feet carry him over to the refrigerator and not Ilya’s front door. Opening the appliance, his breath catches in his throat even though he’s not surprised at all at what he finds.
Two cases of Canada Dry, one of which is unopened.
“Fuck me,” he sighs out, his shoulders, which had been close to his ears, drop. The anxiety he felt moments ago was replaced with an embarrassing realization. He’s been a clueless coward.
He looks at the front door once more and then back towards the quiet livingroom.
Time to be brave.
He walks back into the space softly, and what he finds might actually break his heart. Ilya is still sitting where he left him, with his back hunched, his head dropped between his shoulders, and his gaze on the floor. He looks defeated, and Shane curses silently again, this time at himself.
“Do you like ginger ale?”
Ilya startles at his words, his beautiful, bright eyes wide and glassy.
“What– “ he starts, his confusion quickly replaced by annoyance. “What are you still doing here, Hollander. You have a meeting in the morning, remember?”
Shane winces at Ilya’s sharp tone, but pushes forward.
“Answer the question, Ilya,” he says, trying not to shout victoriously when Ilya’s eyes widen at Shane’s use of his name. ‘See!’ he wants to crow. ‘It’s a life-altering moment to use each other's first names, asshole.’
“What is the question again?” Ilya asks, taking on an insolent pose on the couch. It might have convinced Shane of Ilya’s disinterest in the conversation earlier, but that was before the cases of sodas, before he whispered Shane’s name like a prayer.
“Do you like ginger ale? Do you drink it?”
Ilya is quiet for a moment, his eyes shifting, moving over every inch of Shane’s face quickly, studying him as Shane holds his breath, his heart beating so loudly he can hear it.
“No,” Ilya says as he stands up slowly. “I don’t drink ginger ale, it's boring soda.”
Shane nods rapidly, letting out a wet laugh. “Right.”
“Hollander –,” Ilya starts, his voice lined with concern when Shane reaches up to quickly wipe at the moisture he can feel gathering on his lashes.
He takes a step towards him.
“No,” Shane shakes his head, wincing when the word causes Ilya to stop in his tracks. “No, I don’t – I don’t mean don’t come closer. I mean no, don’t call me Hollander.”
Ilya gives him a wary look, no doubt Shane’s earlier freakout playing in his mind. “Is your name.”
“No point in trying to put the genie back in the bottle, Ilya,” he answers with a wry smile. “Please.”
Ilya stares at him silently and still while Shane wills him to do it, to be braver than Shane could ever be. It’s not fair, Ilya has been stepping out on the ledge of this, of them all day, Shane realizes. Inviting him to his home in the first place, asking him to stay, holding him as they slept, cooking for him, those two fucking cases of boring soda.
His name.
‘Please, please, say it again, please be brave one more time, and I promise I’ll be brave too. I swear, I’ll meet you where you are. I want to be there with you. It’s all I want. Please, please, please.’
“Shane.”
He moves, crosses the short distance between them, his arms going around Ilya, his face pressed into the space where his neck and shoulder meet. He squeezes Ilya tightly and shakes when, after a moment, Ilya wraps his arms around him too, holding on to him just as firmly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers into Ilya’s shoulder, kissing the skin beneath his mouth, sighing when he feels the man in his arms do the same. He never did manage to put on that stupid shirt earlier. “I freaked out.”
“I noticed,” Ilya says dryly, a hint of amusement in his tone.
“Shut up,” Shane laughs out softly as he pulls back to look at Ilya, his body heating up with the first licks of arousal as Ilya sensually runs his hands up and down his back.
Ilya makes a noise at the back of his throat as he brings a hand up to Shane’s cheek, cupping it as his thumb brushes the skin under his eye. His freckles, Shane knows, Ilya likes them.
“Please tell me you feel this too,” he whispers nervously, but pushes forward, trying to be brave. “It’s different than other times, right? That’s why you called me Shane?”
Ilya’s hand stops, his eyes once again roaming over Shane’s features like he’s trying to commit them to memory. He feels tense under Shane’s hands, and Shane can’t help but squeeze him again.
He swallows hard when Ilya lets out a sigh. “Da,” he whispers back, nodding his head once.
“That scares me,” Shane admits, his voice not going up any higher.
Ilya nods again. “Me too.”
Shane blinks quickly as his eyes fill. Fuck. “I’m more scared of leaving here and not having this anymore, though,” he continues honestly. “This between us is so complicated, but the thought of never touching you again scares the shit out of me.”
“Shane,” Ilya says quietly. He leans forward, his head pressed against his. Shane sighs as Ilya kisses him softly, shuddering when Ilya deepens the kiss. He opens under Ilya’s mouth, moaning at the familiar and addictive taste that is Ilya Rozanov. They move backwards, and soon they find themselves back on the couch in the same position from earlier – Ilya beneath him, with Shane straddling his lap.
“Shane,” Ilya says again, this time needy and rough as Shane is helpless but to grind his hardening dick against Ilya’s already hard one.
“I don’t think I can keep pretending I don’t like you anymore,” Shane whispers, his eyes closing in pleasure when Ilya sinks his hand into his joggers, his warm calloused hand wrapping around his cock, giving it that familiar stroke and twist Ilya does that makes Shane see stars.
“Then don’t,” Ilya answers with a broken groan. It comes out like a plea. He gives Shane a biting kiss up his jaw until he gets to his ear. “And I won’t either.”
“Ilya,” Shane groans, his hips rocking forward as Ilya touches him.
“I like you,” Ilya says as he pulls back to look at him, his hand never stopping the pleasure he’s giving Shane. “As a person, not just a mouth. I like you as a man, as mine.”
Shane freezes at the word.
‘Mine’.
“Is that what you want?” he asks breathlessly, his thighs tightening around Ilya’s hips as Ilya brings him closer to the edge, his hold on his cock perfect.
“Yes,” Ilya answers, honest and direct in a way they have never been before this. “Is what I want, is what you are. Mine, Shane Hollander, only mine.”
“Fuck, Ilya,” Shane groans, his body shaking at his words and his impending orgasm rushing to the surface.
“Tell me, Shane,” Ilya demands, his free hand grabbing his ass to pull him even closer to his body. “Tell me.”
“Yeah,” Shane breathes out. “I’m yours.”
“And you’re not running away again,” Ilya continues roughly, reminding Shane of the hurt he caused earlier.
Shane shakes his head, licking his dry lips, swallowing back a whimper as Ilya leans in to lick his lips too before kissing him hard and wet.
“Come for me, moya lyubov,” Ilya pleads urgently. “Let me see it.”
Shane lets out a moan, unable to do anything but do what Ilya asks, spilling into his pants and all over Ilya’s hand, trembling as Ilya keeps stroking him until he’s wrung out the last drop of his orgasm out of him. When he’s done, he all but collapses on Ilya, letting out a satisfied sigh as Ilya holds him, his hand caressing his back in a repetitive motion that eases any remaining tension out of Shane’s body.
“What about you?” he questions quietly after a moment.
“I am all good,” Ilya answers, and Shane pulls back to see a light flush on the man’s face.
“Do you mean – “ he trails off, raising an eyebrow in question as he looks down at Ilya’s lap.
“Yes,” Ilya gets out, huffing and rolling his eyes when Shane can’t help but grin proudly. “Don’t be smug, you try not coming when you have a needy Shane Hollander writhing on your lap.”
Shane chuckles softly as he leans in to press his smiling lips into Ilya's own soft smile. “We’re in deep trouble, aren’t we?” He doesn’t just mean their careers and how everyone will react to their relationship if it gets out. He means their relationship itself and how, even though it would be smarter to walk away from this, Shane now knows there is no possibility of that. The world can come down on their heads, but Shane can’t give up Ilya.
“Maybe, probably yes,” Ilya answers honestly, the side of his mouth tilting up, his bright eyes soft and hopeful. “But if we’re together, we can be okay, I think.”
Shane hears the words unspoken, the words Ilya’s been trying to tell him with tuna melts and cases of ginger ale. He has a place here with Ilya, by his side, right where Ilya wants him to be.
“Together,” he says softly, still scared but determined. Ilya’s growing smile makes the fear worth it.
I think this is the tenth HEATED RIVALRY recs post I've done? It's a ridiculous number for how I've only been reading since a little before the show came out and I'm still further behind every day than when I started, because there are so many incredible fics! And one of my favorite things is how much the fandom has embraced giving us more of seeing Hollanov through Yuna's eyes, through David's eyes, through Hayden's eyes, through Svetlana's eyes, through Rose's eyes, through Jackie's eyes, it makes the world feel even more expanded and beloved, especially because these characters are also so incredibly wonderful.
Don't get me wrong, Shane and Ilya are still the center of this world, and those two are absolute FREAKS about each other, in heartbreaking and hilarious ways in turn, but I love how much the fandom has given us the other characters being like UGH THOSE ASSHOLES or AWW THEY'RE PERFECT, what a perfect and fun fandom. (Also, the fandom is slowly giving me Shane and Ilya on the Bears' team or on the Voyageurs' team together, and don't get me wrong I love the Centaurs with my whole heart, but do you KNOW how much fun the Bears can be?? Or how much I NEED Hayden and Ilya on the same team?? LET. HAYDEN. JOIN. THE. CENTAURS. I've been good, fandom, I deserve this!)
HEATED RIVALRY - NO I WON’T BE CHILL ABOUT THE GAY HOCKEY PLAYERS SHOW:
love takes miles by mightyd0lphin, ilya/shane & cast, NSFW, 18.7k
The coach's son from Ilya's youth sells his story, and Ilya is left to pick up the pieces. Hollander helps more than he could have ever expected.
your good buddy lily by larry_larson, ilya/shane & jackie/hayden & pikes & cliff, 17.9k
of all things, hayden doesn't expect a t-shirt to be the thing that exposes it all
something you can build by some1_around, ilya/shane & hayden & cliff & cast, nsfw, 81.2k wip
It’s 2018. Shane Hollander has to figure out his new life, in a new city, on a new team, while being out to the world but not by his own choice. Ilya, along for the ride, also has to learn what it means to be connected to a place, to a person, and to his own inner truth. (Sequel to “something you can fix,” set post-Heated Rivalry, pre-The Long Game)
it's all fun and games until someone has been secretly gay this whole time by thegreenempty, ilya/shane & hayden, 2.9k
Hayden had never seen him like this before. The painkillers were making Shane…fun. He was funny, and kind of bitchy? All Hayden had to do was mention a player, any player in the league, and Shane had an absolutely devastating assessment locked and loaded. To hear Canada’s Golden Boy with perfect PR presence rip into everyone and everything…it was just too tempting to pass up.
Bon Voyage Voyageurs by Frostberry, ilya/shane, 1.5k
For his very last Montreal game, a reporter asks Shane a question about balancing hockey and his personal life concerning his boyfriend Ilya Rozanov. Shane answers them bluntly. “He’s not my boyfriend.” Naturally, everyone is devastated.
the extended support group by goldengalaxies, ilya/shane & troy/harris & hayden & cliff & j.j. & centaurs, 1.3k
Harris @Cliff @Hayden I know I’m not a hockey player but can I join the ‘Rozanov & Hollander are going to make me quit my job’ group??
The Many Titles of the Group Chat by stabthroughme, ilya/shane & scott/kip & eric/kyle & troy/harris & ryan & luca & cast, 5k
It started with Ilya having suggestions for the menu at the new and improved Kingfisher. It stopped being a reno chat real quick
the best person to be stuck in an elevator with by Sporkess, ilya(/shane) & yuna(/david), 7.2k
There's no good way to be stuck in an elevator. Not when you're stuck in an elevator with someone who treats being annoying as an art form he wants to perfect, and definitely not when that person is your son's rival who you've hated for years. But, when Yuna finds herself stuck in an elevator with Ilya Rozanov, she realises there's more to the story than she'd seen.
i love you, ya tebya lyublyu, je t'aime by moonlightdances, ilya/shane & david/yuna, 10.1k
“Because I can’t fucking do this, Ilya. I’m going to my parents’, I- I need a break, alright? Shit.” Shane’s gaze locked onto his keys and he picked them up, stalking towards the door.
the trials and tribulations of love languages by moonlightdances, ilya/shane & cast, 7.2k
Every single example online of the love languages could fit Ilya to some degree – Shane had never thought about it before, but now that he knew, it was a problem that he didn’t know Ilya’s. He already wasn’t fluent in Russian, despite his attempt at learning, and he refused to be behind on another of Ilya’s languages.
Do Not Text Jane by icopythefax, ilya/shane & hayden, nsfw, 12.9k
Ilya's POV for I Like Jane For You The same mix-up leaves Ilya with someone else's boring phone for three days. It does not contain as many secrets. It does contain more Hollander, more pregnant nudies, and it comes with constant annoying updates from Hayden Pike.
Right Formula, Wrong Answer by queerteaoop, ilya/shane & hayden & svetlana, nsfw, 9.5k
Shane had accidentally brought Ilya Fucking Rozanov’s bag to the arena.
Melt With You by there_must_be_a_lock, ilya/shane, NSFW, 2k
Shane insists that he is fine, Ilya insists that he is selfish, and they both insist that this whole thing is casual. Everyone here is lying through their fucking teeth.]
wishing you the best (in the worst way) by gurlsrool, ilya/shane & centaurs & voyageurs & scott/kip & troy/harris & cast, 12.1k
In which the Voyageurs’ secret homophobic group chat leaks, Shane decides it might be time to tell the world how long he’s been seeing Ilya, and said world loses their shit.
how sweet it tastes by ofmonticello, ilya/shane & hayden & centaurs, 11.2k
hayden gets traded to the centaurs after a lot of deliberating, and his first season in ottawa proves why the change was worth it (plus the summer after)
white collar crimes by Anonymous, ilya/shane, NSFW, 6.9k
So Shane Hollander is, how do you say in English, a dirty little thief. A clothing thief, to be precise. Ilya can't say he saw that coming, but he also can't pretend he's all that mad about it. His shirt looks good on his Shane. On Shane. On Hollander.
give me your hurt if you need someone to blame by iittaliia, ilya/shane & hayden, 6k
”What the fuck were you thinking putting me down as your emergency contact?” ”What?” Ilya blinked, the sudden change in atmosphere clearly having caught him off guard. ”That I want you here?” he said like it was obvious, like that would be reason enough to put everything they were and everything they had at risk.
The Photoshoot by dntat, ilya/shane & centaurs, 2.1k
The thing was. The thing was that people knew Shane was married to him. To Ilya fucking Rozanov. So he could not fucking understand why the photographer kept hitting on his husband.
MORE RECS UNDER THE CUT because zero chill about the hockey assholes means ZERO CHILL ABOUT THE HOCKEY ASSHOLES OKAY.
If it wasn't for that meddling kid by ARustySpork, ilya/shane & oc & cast, 4.6k wip
Ilya stays in Boston, get's a rookie, and tries to figure out how to make a secret long distance relationship work while there's a Russian teenager in his house
Duty of Care by boopboop, ilya/shane & david/yuna & cliff & svetlana & alexei, nsfw, 39.1k wip
If there’s ever been any doubt in his mind just how much Shane loves this man, it vanishes with the glossy blankness of Ilya’s expression. Blood from a stone indeed. “My father was very fair,” Ilya says immediately, and it’s got the rigid, almost mechanical emphasis of something practiced a thousand times. “If I was bad, I pay price. No problem.” “I think maybe we have a different definition of the word fair.”
Family Vacation by ofmonticello, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie, 8.9k
the pikes join ilya and shane on vacation to the bahamas, and everything that happens is actually way easier than any of them expected. hayden gets hit on, jackie appreciates some quality relaxation, and hollanov go on like they always do.
Another Dinner with the Pikes (and Why Did I Agree to This?) by Icyhot_Kem, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie, 4.4k
Hayden promised he’d try his best and somehow that meant getting roped into having another dinner with Ilya Rozanov of all people.
Choices by Rivulet027, ilya(/shane) & hayden(/jackie) & ruby & jade, 1.2k
Ruby wants to switch which summer camp she's going to. After Hayden realizes something about the conversation upset Ilya.
Princess by peiceabread, ilya/shane, ~1k
Only Ilya Rozanov gets to call his husband princess, Or Ilya fighting bc another man called his husband princess
That Time When the Centaurs Get Talked into Running an Adult Hockey Clinic by Meishali, ilya/shane & centaurs, 1.1k
Ottawa WAG and team chats about to check or not to check.
Married and Mic'd by CaptainKenway, ilya/shane & centaurs & voyageurs, 1.6k
Ilya is mic’d up for an Ottawa vs Montreal game much to his husband’s exasperation.
Find The Words by dhyanshiva, ilya/shane & hayden, 2.4k
Pike’s ‘‘hey babe, yeah no I’m still here’’ said so softly down the phone to the smarter Pike spouse does nothing to make Ilya feel better. Envy curdles in his empty stomach instead. Fucker. Good friend, yes, for being here, but still. He was making this very awkward for Ilya and that was enough. He glared harder as the man continued to talk, willing him to move.
The Interview by ticketyboo00, ilya/shane & cliff & bears, 8k wip
Several years into Rozanov’s career, ESPN hires a reporter fluent in Russian.
Black and Blue by linascribbles, ilya/shane, NSFW, 6.2k
Shirt swapping or jersey swapping is a tradition in sports where players of opposing teams swap jerseys with each other at the end of a match as a sign of mutual respect.
Shane Hollander Is Not Here to Explain Himself by theaa, ilya/shane & yuna & oc, 5.1k
Now thirty-one, Hollander is sitting across from me on a soft leather couch, part of a home study in the Muskoka lake house he owns. (His parents’ cottage, the one from his childhood, is a ten-minute drive away.) It’s a tastefully decorated room, with big ceiling-high windows that let in plenty of summer light, and walnut shelves full of books — mostly sports-related. Hollander looks at home here, dressed in a loose pair of light-wash jeans and a plain navy t-shirt, which shows off his impressive arm muscle. Everything is just the right side of comfortably casual.
Geiger Counter by littlesystems, ilya(/shane) & kip(/scott) & elena/svetlana, 3.2k
Kip Grady meets Ilya Rozanov at a gay bar while watching the Admirals game. Somehow, that’s not even the strangest part of his evening.
blind eyes red by linearities, ilya/shane, 2.4k
When one has a boyfriend as attractive as Shane Hollander, it is hard to keep everyone from looking at him. Luckily for Ilya, he's mastered the art of pissing people off, especially his boyfriend. And he's just as sure Shane Hollander actually likes it.
close to heaven by lisa6, ilya/shane, NSFW, 1.9k
You think he gets off on that? Hayden texts, and Shane fights off the wild urge to send back, I do, just so that Hayden can knock some sense back into him. Or: Shane watches a Boston game. Ilya scores goals, trash-talks, and gets Shane hard in the process.
Curiosity killed the cat, indeed. by Myyyr_miu, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie & cliff, 4.7k
“Baby, there’s nothing I haven’t already told you… except maybe—” He glanced up. “For some reason, Shane has a Russian keyboard on his phone. Last week, when my phone died and I texted you from his, I noticed it. English, French… and Russian.” Oh. Shit. Jackie’s eyes lit up with interest. “A Russian keyboard? ”
can i go where you go by heydoeydoey, ilya/shane & david/yuna, 2.9k
“I’m going to make pasta,” David announces, and Ilya wonders if this is the Hollander answer to stressful situations. He likes it, even if pasta wasn’t his first choice for dinner. “Want to help?” “Um,” Ilya says, “yes. Okay.”
911, Jackie speaking by camiii, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie, 6.5k
“Jackie?” Shane’s question cuts through the silence, and Jackie winces at the frantic rasp of his voice. “Right here, honey.” She tries to keep her voice light, wrapping her hand around Hayden’s wrist and meeting his worried gaze over the phone. “What’s going on?” “I need your help.” Shane croaks out. “They called, but they won’t - I need to know if he’s okay, but they won’t tell me.”
Ilya Rozanov's Boyfriend's Ex-Girlfriend by synchronik, ilya/shane & rose, NSFW, 4.5k
Shane comes down the hall, hands shoved in his pockets, making eyes at Ilya that beg "please behave" and behind him is Rose Fucking Landry. The actress. The woman Ilya had seen in the club, her hand up Shane's shirt. The woman Shane had fucked. Twice.
side effects by justanotherexlover, ilya/shane & galina, NSFW, 4.1k
Ilya continued kissing Shane’s neck, sucking and licking here and there as his husband moved his hips down desperately, searching for any friction. Ilya wondered if he should let Shame rut on him desperately until he came in his briefs, or if he should take him right here on the couch, but realized with a start that his cock was still soft.
As Long As You Need Someone by FestiveFerret, ilya/shane & yuna, 5k
Ilya gets the flu, but Shane has to go back to Montreal to play and can't take care of him. So he calls in reinforcements.
as high as i might (i can't get that high) by residentrookie, ilya/shane & hayden, 10.6k
Shane Hollander accidentally gets very high. That's it, that's the fic.
Twelve Years, Still Ours by leialoo7, ilya/shane & centaurs & farrah, NSFW, 7.5k
Twelve years after filming their first CCM ad together, Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov are asked to return for a follow-up campaign. The offer sparks reflection and conversation about privacy, visibility, and what it means to exist openly as a married couple in the NHL.
hayden pike v the ‘lily’ thing by goldengalaxies, ilya/shane & hayden, 4k
“Just hang up.” A very, very familiar Russian voice. What the fuck? Ilya goddamn Rozanov was with Shane, at the cottage. With Shane. Oh, holy fuck. Lily. Ilya. (hayden has a long standing dislike for ‘lily’. a second phone call at the cottage makes him dislike lily even more)
Epic Centaur Prank War (Gone Wrong) by uselessaries, ilya/shane & centaurs, 5k
Ilya welcomes Shane to the Centaurs by playing a prank on him. Shane retaliates. They have always been competitive. Based on real pranks NHL players have played on each other. (Mainly the Penguins)
Emergency Contact by UglyGreenJacket, ilya/shane, 2.8k
They lie in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the steady and slow beating of Shane’s heart on the monitor. He’s perfectly content to just bask in Ilya’s presence and form until the doctor comes back, but eventually, he can feel Ilya staring at him. So he opens his eyes and sees an expectant look on his husband’s face. “What?” Shane questions. “Are we going to talk about it?” Shane’s brows draw down in confusion. “Talk about what?” A mischievous grin splits Ilya’s face. “That I am your emergency contact.” “Oh, my god,” Shane groans. “You are not going to make this a thing. It’s not a big deal.”
The things Hayden will do for his wife (and his best friend) (definitely not for himself) by frizzyanya, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie, nsfw, 2.8k
THE MUTE BUTTON ON SHANE'S PHONE DIDN'T WORK
you'll be mine (and I'll be yours) by theprinceandagcd, ilya/shane, NSFW, 6.2k
Ilya hums, playing the card he's been considering for this entire conversation. “We could make more interesting, yes? A bet.” “A bet,” Shane repeats, eyes flashing. “Like what?” The reporter cuts in. “What about wearing the other player’s jersey?”
hot mics and hotter rivalries (or how i learned to stop worrying and let my boyfriend out us on national television) by pucksandpower, ilya/shane & hayden & centaurs & voyageurs, nsfw, 6k
Shane Hollander is going to murder his agent. And he means that literally. Because his agent is the reason he’s currently wearing a hot mic during Hockey Night in Canada. Against the Ottawa Centaurs. Against Ilya.
Move Over Montreal WAGs...We've Got a HAB by Ubiquitously_Ubiquitous, ilya/shane & centaur wags, 3.1k wip
Or…the one where Shane gets added to the Centaurs WAG group chat and keeps leaving...and they keep adding him back in...and Ilya keeps answering for him…and a year later, they finally learn they’ve had a HAB (and a Hab) in their group the whole time
Hayden is Not Stupid by Verdant_Words, ilya/shane & hayden, 3k
Hayden may be unobservant, but he's not stupid. After 10 years, he's figured out why Shane has hidden Lily for so long.
Something New by Rizandace, ilya/shane, nsfw, 4.1k
“It was in 2013. The first time, we were in that stupid apartment of yours in Montreal. So many pillows, you hired someone to decorate. I knew it was your first time, like that, with anybody. I wanted to make it good for you so badly. I’d thought a lot about it. I’d planned for it, like I never would have for anybody else I’ve been with. I didn’t expect— I didn’t realize how right it would be. I wanted to stay, I wanted to stay in that bed forever just to hold you.” “Holy shit,” Shane says. Ilya sighs, glares at him. “You have got to stop saying that in response to my romantic declarations. Is bad for my nerves.”
Montreal Girl by SourLeminade, ilya/shane & cliff, 2.2k
Not for the next two fucking years, when everything they played a game in Montreal, Ilya was fucking salivating at his phone. Probably hoping this girl would just fucking invite him over already. Cliff is certain he failed every time because he was Ilya’s roommate, and they would either end up in bed alone at the end of the night or kick each other out for a little while. Cliff has got to give it to the Montreal Girl. Two years is a long time to keep a professional hockey player wrapped around your finger with no sex. So, two years later, Cliff finally brings it up again.
give my heart a listen by markofalover, ilya/shane & hayden, nsfw, 1.4k
Ilya kisses him, soft, chaste. He pulls back just a little, his smile all teeth. “I was thinking about how much I want to knock you out.” Shane leans back, eyebrows pulling together as he laughs, a soft breath. “What?” “Knock you out,” Ilya repeats, bumping their noses together while he grinds down, filthy. “Put a baby in you.”
Take Care by five_ht, ilya/shane & svetlana, 2.1k
August 2017: Svetlana finally meets Jane, because Ilya has failed to anticipate the inevitable result of sharing the code for his front door with more than one person.
Take that, Scott Hunter by makenalei, ilya/shane & scott/kip, 3.5k
No one ever thought that anyone in the NHL would top Scott Hunter's epic coming out, Scott included. He watches in real time as he's ousted as reigning NHL queer icon. Naturally, it had to be Rozanov to do it.
the support group by goldengalaxies, ilya/shane & hayden & cliff, 3.7k
(cliff & hayden's guide to surviving hollanov)
Ilya Rozanov, Literary Genius by missfimbleton, ilya/shane, 1.6k
‘Vodka & Ginger Ale, Ilya Rozanov X Shane Hollander’ “I believe is called fanfiction Hollander, is very popular with young people,” Ilya replies casually. “And would you care to explain why, when I opened my laptop, it asked me if I wanted to publish another chapter?”
Reluctantly supportive by CherryPie0, ilya/shane & hayden, 1.7k
Hayden should have known better than to insist that Shane have a drink. Now he's stuck with his best friend drunk and gushing over his asshole boyfriend, while they're waiting for said asshole boyfriend to show up. Best birthday ever.
friends in high places by gurlsrool, ilya/shane & troy/harris & eric/kyle & scott/kip & ryan/fabian & centaurs, 6.6k
In which Harris adds Ilya and Shane to a gay WAGs group chat
Best part of waking up by lately, ilya/shane, NSFW, 1.5k
Ilya wakes up first. They bang about it.
Mic'd Up with Ilya Rozanov: OTT vs MTL | January 5, 2021 by kwiewi, ilya/shane & troy/harris & centaurs, 1.6k
Mic'd Up with Ilya Rozanov: OTT vs MTL | January 5, 2021 4:56 ▶️ Posted by OTTAWA CENTAURS OFFICIAL CHANNEL ✔ | 4 hours ago
supercilious & other english mishaps by imperfectcircle, kenopsia (indie), ilya/shane & scott/kip, 2.7k wip
Twitter has a lot to say after Scott Hunter's big moment. Fully formatted. Maybe the real Hollanov was the friends we made along the way.
What the Beat Reporter Didn't Tweet by notlayingroses, ilya/shane & centaurs & ocs, 8.5k
Five things the Cens beat reporter DIDN'T tweet in Shane and Ilya's first year together on the Cens, and one major thing that she did.
What's In A Name by boopboop, ilya/shane, nsfw, 1.2k
Shane wipes his eyes, still catching his breath. "What, you don't have any Russian towns with rude names?"
does anybody have a map? by Archived_owned, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie, 2.9k
“Okay. That part I get. But fuck, man, why him?” Hayden barked.
baby steps by luminvies, ilya/shane & yuna, 4.6k
Ilya reacts to videos of Shane playing hockey as a child.
let me give you innovation (got that good good) by splatticus, ilya/shane & centaurs, NSFW, 3.1k wip
Ilya can't keep out of the box, so he's not allowed to put it in anymore.
all dressed up with nowhere to behave (or ilya finally convinces shane to wear a butt plug in public) by annabananaaa, ilya/shane & cast, NSFW, 6.2k
Ever since Shane had shown up to Ilya’s house a few years ago on Halloween after driving all the way from Montreal wearing a plug, Ilya had been trying to get Shane to do it again. So far, Shane had refused, claiming it was “inappropriate” to involve other people in their sex life, but Ilya can be very persausive and Shane really does like to be bad sometimes.
(never) meet your heroes by gurlsrool, ilya/shane & troy/harris & eric/kyle & centaurs, 6.2k
In which internet discourse ensues, the gay players of the NHL bicker in the group chat, and Shane would just like to get through the weekend without his husband starting another twitter scandal.
love is stored in the pelmeni by Anonymous, ilya/shane & ocs, 3.7k
“It is the worst day of my life,” Ilya declares, throwing himself dramatically onto one of the kitchen stools. “I went to go get lunch at Russian place I like, the one with lamb pelmeni? They had sign on the door. They are closing. Forever.”
HOLLANDER’S DICK #1 FAN by fingersfallingupwards, ilya/shane & david/yuna & hayden & bears & voyageurs, 9.4k
Shane is finally ready to come out on his own terms in an emotional Instagram post about his relationship with Ilya... The only problem is everyone thinks he was hacked. To be fair, Ilya writing: No is true, I'm gay for Hollander, did not help.
Maybe: Jane by anatomybygreys, ilya/shane & hayden & cliff & rose & bears & oc, 5.7k
The Boston Raiders tease Rozanov about his mystery long distance girlfriend, sending Jane stories and embarrassing pictures of Ilya. Shane and Ilya don’t think much of it - until Theo Michaud gets traded to from Boston to Montreal and updates his contact list. Set during Ilya's last year as a Raider and Michaud's first day as a Metro.
Accounting by theribbonsweregreen, ilya/shane, nsfw, 3.7k
Shane and Ilya talk about personal finance, porn and they are in love.
Make a Man (Lose His Head) by CrazyDaysLikeThese, ilya/shane, NSFW, omegaverse, 13.9k
When Ilya goes down from a hit by one of the Montreal Metros, Shane falls into a feral protective rage - one with lasting consequences.
#RedditGate by mannaray, ilya/shane & hayden & rose, 2.3k
In which Shane Hollander's Reddit account is discovered by a Twitter user and sub-sequentially Ilya Rozanov's account is found by association.
Meet Cute by manyfandomsmember, ilya/shane, 3k
Shane has a meet-cute in the produce aisle. Ilya briefly contemplates murder via shopping cart.
maybe i'm too busy (being yours) by coffeeandbows, ilya/shane, NSFW, 1.5k
Ilya nudges Shane onto his side, reaching to grab the lube and a condom from the bedside table. Shane watches him over his shoulder, grabbing the condom when Ilya turns around. “Can we -,” he swallows, “Not use this. Right now at least. Not always, I can’t -,” he huffs a small, self deprecating laugh, then continues rambling, “I’m clean. And you said - We get tested a lot and —.” Ilya kisses him to stop the rambling. Then kisses him again. And again.
Tape to Tape by mcshrug, ilya/shane, NSFW, 8.2k
Shane Hollander has chemistry with his new American linemate. Montreal fans are thrilled. Ilya Rozanov is not.
stop yelling at me, I saved the day by allthatsings, ilya/shane & cliff, 2.1k
Cliff wouldn’t call himself the most observant person in the world, but it doesn’t take a genius to know something is wrong with Roz. He’s swinging from quiet and completely checked out to snapping at every little thing and back again. It started after the last Montreal game, Cliff is pretty sure. Jane From Montreal. This has something to do with her.
All That Matters by smackalicious, ilya/shane & hayden, 3.7k
Hayden just looked at him for a few moments. He never quite felt like he could fully get a read on him. And then, he had a thought. Shane might punch him in the face, but he had a feeling... “Okay, then. Maybe you’re meeting someone else?” He kept his voice as level as possible, not wanting to spook him. Whatever weird quirks Shane may have had, Hayden still loved the kid. “Maybe... a guy?” Hayden starts to realize some things about Shane, but he never could have predicted that his secret Boston hookup was... Ilya Rozanov?
Jealous by AC91, ilya/shane, NSFW, 2.6k
Shane never thought of himself as a jealous person. But Ilya Rozanov made him feel like he was losing his mind.
Baby-Proof by Tardis_jpg, ilya/shane, NSFW, 9.1k
Ilya brings home a baby and they have to take care of an 8 month old for 24 hours. Then they try really hard to get Shane pregnant.
bruises on his knuckles, honey on his lips by yu_gin, ilya/shane & david/yuna, 3.1k
Yuna and David had known about Ilya Rozanov since he first crossed their son's path. But after that day at the cottage, they discover a whole new aspect behind the mask that Ilya has worn for all those years.
Here are some fluffy fics to help me wait for season 2
a farmers market adventure by ingberry
General Audiences - Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov - Completed
Spoilers for the book The Long Game
A video of Ilya and Yuna at the farmers market goes viral.
This fic is possibly my all-time favorite. The fic is just pure tooth-rotting fluff. This fic felt so much longer than it actually is because I liked it so much.
i keep closing my eyes but i can't block you out by stardustvx
General Audiences - Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov - Completed
Shane has a migraine before the game. He thinks he is good enough to play up until the second when he throws up all over Ilya Rozanov’s jersey. Yes, on the ice.
As someone who suffers from migraines, this is my comfort fic. Migraine nausea is so so real. Includes Ilya taking care of Shane for some sweet, fluffy scenes.
what if? - the ring was noticed by h0pei5Abutterfly_08
Not Rated - Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov - Completed
Spoilers for the book The Long Game
WHAT?!”
“Holy shit!”
“Rozanov’s engaged?!”
***
what if the team did actually pay a little bit more attention and noticed ilyas ring...
Includes coming out about their relationship. Includes elements of found family that Ilya definitely needs. I love the idea of the team seeing the ring and finding out more organically.
The Montreal Girl by some1_around
Not Rated - Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov - Completed
Five times Ilya lied (but not really) to his teammates about Shane, and one time he didn’t have to.
Inspired by two Cliff Marlow lines: In the airport, when their game with Montreal gets cancelled and he tells Ilya, “Whoever she is, she’s gonna get over it,” and the scene in the locker room when he says, “Wow, this Montreal girl works you up, brother—you’re straight up blushing, Roz.”
Or, the Boston Bears’ perspective of Ilya and Shane’s “secret” relationship over the years
Solid fic, but canon is a suggestion. I actually preferred part 2 to this fic, which is Lily and Jane Fall in Love. However, you need to read part 1 to understand part 2. Just a fair warning, part 2 is marked as mature. If you ignore anything you have ever read in The Long Game, this is a really fluffy fic.
secret's out by hufflebee
Teen and Up Audiences - Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov - Completed
Spoilers for the book The Long Game
Ilya Rozanov moving to Ottawa to be with a man he loved might not fit into the image most of the NHL had of him, but Harris found that it fit a lot easier with the one he had.
or, an alternate take on The Long Game where Shane and Ilya tell their teams about their relationship
This is such a detailed fic. Extremely canon compliant, and it makes the fic so much better. However, I do recommend reading The Long Game first because of how much it relies on canon content. Almost too fluffy that some characters are OOC.
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