i have been reading a shit ton of fanfiction for these two and need to share them.
etched skin by staticsilencee
“Don’t you ever want more with… your soulmate?” With me. Don’t you ever want more with me?
Shane waited patiently for Rozanov’s answer, his heart pounding away in his chest as he stared at the other man.
“No,” Rozanov said decisively. Shane felt his heart shatter as the other man flicked his cigarette dismissively. “I do not have a soulmate.”
Oh. Shane sat in stunned silence for a few moments, his glass of vodka frozen in midair, halfway to his lips.
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Ilya has lived his life knowing he would never find a soulmate, and Shane has lived his life waiting for his soulmate to acknowledge him.
who knew a soulmate au can have that much pain?
lily and jane take over twitter by winter1477
The hockey twitter world explodes when a new Shane fan account under the name "Lily" pops up. And all she tweets about is how bad she wants to fuck Shane Hollander.
could not stop laughing through this.
so take my picture, picture, picture by TroubleIWant | @troubleiwant
Ilya has some fun ideas about how to show Shane exactly how good he looks getting fucked.
OR
“Is Polaroid,” Ilya clarifies. “No files, no sharing… very private.”
Hollander swallows, stares a beat longer, and then aggressively doesn’t look anywhere near the camera or Ilya. “Okay. So?”
Ilya thinks, it’s always this. Hollander feints towards something he wants, and Ilya gets it for him, and he offers it up like a toy for a cat. Not too needy, not too blasé, he must twitch it at just the right pace. Here, kitty kitty.
“I would like to take some, see how you look,” Ilya offers oh so casually. “It’s just for fun. You can keep all of them, after. Put them through the shredder. I don’t care.” He cares. The things he’d do to keep one of those photos.
Hollander wets his lips, glances back at the camera, flushes. Then the pounce: “You can leave it on the nightstand.”
love and lust (wanna be yours) by blankjournals
“You really wouldn’t mind if I had sex with someone else?”
Ilya does mind. Hearing it said back to him, almost makes him flinch, a sudden and brittle sound right next to his ear that he fails to recoil from in time. But he swallows back the bitter truth and replies, “Of course not. If that is what you want.”
He waits, sitting on his living room couch, phone pressed painfully against his ear, his other hand gripping his knees till his knuckles blanched. He could feel his own heart rattling behind his ribs, pulse rockingloudly. His mind was an echo of alarm, demanding of him: Why isn't Shane saying anything?
It was the loudest silence he’s ever lived through, until Shane finally said, “Okay.”
OR: inspired by the fight in TLG where Ilya tells Shane he can sleep with other men. But this time, Shane actually takes the offer.
i think this is my favorite iteration of this trope
small serendipity by the_hemlocked
When he was seven years old, Shane Hollander was briefly lost at an airport. Luckily, the kindness of a stranger ensured he made it back to his parents safely, putting an end to a terrifying three hours for the Hollanders. It takes twenty years (and one heated rivalry) for Shane to learn the name of his rescuer. It takes twenty years for Ilya to learn his wish had already come true.
this was so cute and my heart grew three sizes
his turn by tizniz | @tizniz
So. Ilya starts to plan.
Because he has decided his husband deserves to be proposed to.
Honestly, Shane deserves the entire world, the moon, and all the stars in the universe. Something Ilya has whispered while peppering kisses along Shane’s skin, tracing constellations between his freckles, feeling the skin warm as Shane blushes at the comment.
God, Ilya loves that man.
anything by her (buddie or hollanov) is so good, so cute, and i eat it up every time.
The Enemy of My Frienemy is- by honeyandsunshine
While Shane is away at a charity gala, the Pikes babysit an injured Ilya. Of course, Alexei decides this is a perfect time to make a reappearance.
OR
Rozanov tries to steady himself, biting off another foreign curse to pull that hockey-bred steel into his shoulders. Hayden beats him to it.
Just as an angry man bursts through the front door, Hayden shoves himself between Rozanov and the threat. Rozanov makes a sharp sound. Hayden ignores it to square his shoulders, and braces for whatever is about to come.
He isn’t Shane, and Rozanov certainly isn’t Jackie, but the equation is the same as earlier. If he’d expect his friend to stand between Jackie and danger, Hayden’s sure as hell willing to do the same.
through whatever you lose by aloneintherain | @captainkirkk
Shane’s eyes snap open. Wait a second.
“Ilya,” Shane says, propping himself up on his elbows. “Ilya, wake up.”
Ilya makes a pained nose, eyes still shut. “I shut curtains already.”
“It’s not that. Ilya, hey. Don’t go back to sleep.” Ilya tries to bury back into Shane’s chest, but adrenaline knifes through Shane’s hangover long enough for him to peel Ilya off and roll him into his back. Ilya blinks blearily up at him, starfished in the sheets. Beautiful and naked and missing his mother’s cross.
OR: When Ilya’s cross goes missing after the Centaurs celebrate their first Stanley Cup win, Shane is determined to get it back. And so are the Centaurs. And the rest of Ottawa.
incredible fic about the team showing up for ilya. i shed a tear.
i've been playing dead my whole life by writer_in_theory
“We knew when his words came in that he’d–” Yuna’s voice cracked around the idea, that specific word escaping her. “That he won’t have to know what it feels like to lose his soulmate.”
Because Shane was always going to go first. How must it have felt, to look upon her son and see those words, and know with complete certainty he would go first? Maybe it was better, having as vague of a word as Ilya did on his chest. At least he couldn’t think about it, couldn’t imagine scenarios in which it could be said.
“I assume,” Yuna said, pausing to take a deep breath as though to steel herself, “he said yours last night.”
Ilya nodded, admitting what he didn’t dare say out loud.
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AU where the last words you ever hear from your soulmate are tattooed on your chest. Ilya and Shane still argue over the party, Ilya still already chose Shane, and everything goes so much worse after Shane leaves.
this one made me cry. this one was cruel and beautiful and everyone needs to read this.
this is why we can't have nice things
Shane Hollander just wanted his husband and his best friend to stop fighting. Instead, he accidentally handcuffs them together at a party in Montreal.
Now Ilya Rozanov and Hayden Pike are bound at the wrist for 24 hours with no key, no dignity, and definitely no good things to say about the other.
this was a hilarious read. i loved every sentence of it. hayden pike, you dumbass. shane hollander, i love you. ilya rozanov, you menace.
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