in your throes by FreshBrains - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 300)
âI want you inside me all the time,â Shane slurs into Ilyaâs neck, face wet and red. âAnytime. Iâd never say no.â
Inked Enemies by LeGrinch - (Rating: T, Words: 2,005)
Everyone has two names on their wrist: one belongs to their soulmate, the other to their greatest enemy. The problem? Thereâs no way to tell which is which.
Shane has always been certain about one thing: Ilya Rozanov is his enemy.
Or at least⌠thatâs what he thought.
Ilya My Dads Single AND Interested! by reggiesreputation - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 8,496)
When Shane Hollanderâs daughter makes a sign letting Ilya Rozanov know heâs single and interested, chaos, and perhaps the best time of his life, will ensue.
That week in December by Spiderworm - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 8,950)
"What was she like?" He says it in a whisper, a kiss pressed against Ilya's skull when Hayden isn't looking. His hair stinks of alcohol and sick but Shane does it anyway.
"Mama?" Ilya pulls back, swaying slightly as he looks up at Shane.
"She..." He blinks, dazed. "Kind."
Shane brushes the damp curls out of Ilya's face once more, praying Hayden's back is still turned as he leans into the touch. "What else?"
"She..." he pauses again, blinking as if the action will bring the words back to his mouth. "She would have loved you."
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Or: Ilya gets spiked while out clubbing, and who else would he call but Shane Hollander
ft a very confused Hayden, Scott, Svetlana, and the Admirals team medic
(oh, and it's the anniversary of his mothers death)
not broken, just weird. by stilesospoon - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 3,473)
Ilya didnât know what to do. he reached out to touch Shaneâs shoulder and the other flinched so hard that he hit his elbow into the corner of the side table.
âokay.. okay. no touching, thatâs fine. hey. letâs sit, okay ? Shane ? letâs sit down.â
without touching, he managed to get Shane sitting on the floor with his back against the couch. Ilya sat opposite him, a safe distance away. the Canadian didnât say anything. he hummed into the silence and pinched at his forearms to try and ground himself.
Shane Hollander has had diagnosed autism since he was a child but has never told anyone, not even Ilya.
What happens when he's had a long day and has a meltdown for the first time in front of him ?
Our Cup Runneth Over by Ottawacentaursstan - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 6,937)
The rise and fall of a Cool Party Guy
(aka the Centaurs win the Stanley Cup and Shane gets uncharacteristically drunk to celebrate)
Not Again (By Some Miracle) by dennivee - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 2,356)
The game was 2-0 Metros, and almost over. However, Shane was upset as everâ he was ejected for five minutes but was back pretty quickly. Ilya didnât know what was going on, and he was growing increasingly worried.
Shane, however, was having the worst day of his life.
OR: Shane has complications on the iceâŚ
I Always Want To Stay by Yellowvelvetcake - (Rating: Mature, Words: 4,038)
After Ilya feeds him a delicious tuna melt and breathes his first name when he comes, Shane realises that this has gotten too personal. He flees⌠At least he tries to.
Or, Shane doesnât leave Ilyaâs home in episode 4. Instead he experiences his first subdrop.
come out and haunt me by seeking_amy - (Rating: Mature, Words: 4,751)
Ilya wants, immediately, to silence the call, fling his phone onto the floor, and go to bed. But he doesnât. Canât. It is three in-the-morning. Shane is calling him. He doesnât like that combination. Dislikes it more than the idea of talking to Shane right now.
Answering and bringing the phone to his ear, Ilya tries to decide what heâs expecting to hear.
âUhm, hello?â Feminine, soft-sounding, and concerned was not in any of the realms of possibilities he couldâve ever imagined.
An alternative ending to episode 4 featuring Rose being an amazing token hetero.
What A Chairrible Thing, That We Didn't Kiss by znks - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,835)
âWe donât have to-â
Panic, bright and breathless, surged through every one of Shaneâs nerve endings. âNo, no, itâs fine, I can do it. I can be good, please, Iâm-â
He registered, distantly, that the sensible part of him had lost out, which was as embarrassing as the sting in his eyes. He had already fucked it up, given the obvious worry all over Ilyaâs face as he rushed across the bed to him.
âI can do it, I- I can do it right this time-â
âShane, please look at me.â Ilyaâs hands came up to cup Shaneâs cheeks, not letting him turn away. âSweetheart. You have to tell me whatâs going through your head right now, okay?â
Shane knew, with his entire being, that he could ask for reassurance, for a kiss, for the fucking armchair to be taken back to the living room, but the dread from another lifetime was choking out the words, leaving them strangled in his stomach down where it had dropped.â
Shane vs the cuck chair round two (the chair loses)