honestly sometimes there's no better feeling than rereading a fic you've written and coming out of it going, "yeah that actually this DOES slap. exactly what i wanted to read. fucking nailed it."
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honestly sometimes there's no better feeling than rereading a fic you've written and coming out of it going, "yeah that actually this DOES slap. exactly what i wanted to read. fucking nailed it."
I think it would be funny when Shane and Ilya were outed that every player in the NHL was sided with Ilya because “ I’m not gay but I would sleep with Hollander, come on it’s Shane motherfucking Hollander if you had a chance to sleep with him you take it”. But no one can understand Shane wanting to sleep with Ilya.
Except Cliff. And Luca. Troy has thought about it. Hayden had a “weird” dream once that he’ll never talk about. Scott gets it but still thinks Shane is too good for him (he’s wrong). Svetlana is like “Why not both? Both. Both is good.” At the same time of course. Shane is flattered but hard no Sveta. *Kill Bill sirens*
This is Wyatt Hayes erasure.
Hear me out- Heated Rivalry spinoff called The Kingfisher. The whole thing is set in the Kingfisher. Some parts are very Kyle centric, others he’s basically a background actor.
They could do his and Eric’s romance (would have to be adjusted to fit, but like Eric could have his birthday party there and he serves him the mocktails, they fool around in the bathroom, it could work), then followed by Eric and Scott buying the bar.
Elena and Matti’s fling just happening in the background, Ilya shows up sometimes, we could get Troy and Ilya hanging out there when they come out to each other. Maybe we skip forward and see Ilya bring Shane for the first time.
Each ep could be self contained, hell, it would be fun if each one is a different genre. First one is very romantic, second is kind of a dramedy with them trying to buy and reno the bar and there’s never ending disasters. They have a Pride night that’s like all the best teen party movies, with one couple trying to connect and lots of hijinks.
There could even be a horror/thriller where someone gets locked in the bathroom after closing and they get convinced someone is trying to get them (it’s a raccoon). There could be a heist where someone is dared to steal something from the bar but Kyle keeps thwarting them. The opportunities are endless!
"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry
Did you know they suspect that more AFAB people are dxed with multiple sclerosis bc they generally carry more stress?
I could SO imagine an au where Ilya thinks Shane is playing like some 4D level mind fuck game with him when he comes over to shake his hand (twice) and compliment his playing, so instead of doing his cocky asshole schtick he earnestly takes the compliment and returns it in kind. And then Ilya goes in for the kill, expecting to call Shane's nice guy bluff by asking for his number. Ha. Bet you weren't expecting THAT, Hollander.
But then Hollander seems,,, weirdly pleased?? And,,, actually complies?? Before practically skipping off, like he got what he wanted?? What??
And then they're texting back and forth and Ilya still partly thinks this is some kind of long con, but then it's been weeks and then it's been longer and suddenly they're at the draft and Shane is looking around the room and when he spots Ilya his entire face lights up and he's making a beeline for Ilya and he's still smiling as he says "Ilya!" like he's happy to see him,,, because he IS happy to see him. Because they've been messaging basically constantly for months now and oh fuck oh shit Ilya is so so deeply screwed.
And so, instead of their canon rivals-with-benefits arrangement, we get the ten year slow burn best friends to lovers narrative.
@martelldoran COMING IN WITH THE STEEL CHAIR:
I started cooking at this idea, please tell me if I have something. Might be a slightly different take but I do what I want
“So what’s he like?” Yuna asked as they walked back to the car.
Shane bit his cheek to stop the smile that threatened and stuffed his hand in his pocket.
He spotted Rozanov outside the arena, took a deep breath and walked over.
“Ilya Rozanov? I’m Shane Hollander.” He offered his hand like you were supposed to. Rozanov regarded him suspiciously, as if they both hadn’t been watching each other skate all week. He took his hand, and Shane held it a second too long. His hand was warm and rough, calloused from a lifetime of stick handling. The heat from his hand seemed to fill Shane even after he dropped his hand.
“You’re a great player,” Shane said, trying to get this one sided conversation back on track.
“Yes,” Rozanov said, still eyeing him. Shane felt like he was being examined closely, like Rozanov was looking at every stray hair, every freckle. Then he surprised Shane by continuing. “You are as well.”
“Thanks,” Shane replied, scuffling one foot on the pavement. He took another look at Rozanov. He had beautiful eyes, green and gold. A cigarette was perched between his full, pink lips. Smoking was gross, but something about it made Shane lick his own lips.
“Um, I should go,” Shane said, suddenly feeling a little flustered. Automatically, he held out a hand for another shake, which Rozanov took, a funny little smile stretching his lips. He twisted Shane’s hand as he pulled a pen from his pocket, scrawling a series of numbers on his hand. Shane looked at him quizzically.
“My number,” Rozanov said and offered the pen to Shane.
“Oh!” he said and returned the favour, scrawling his own on Rozanov’s hand with a little happy face at the end. He wasn’t sure why he did that.
“I’ll, um, I’ll see you later,” Shane said.
“See you at the finals,” Rozanov called with that funny smile still on his beautiful lips.
“He’s cool, I guess. Kinda quiet,” Shane told Yuna. She hummed in response, unlocking the car. She was already on to the next thing, he needed to get another workout in with the team and Matthews needs to work on his left side (‘it’s weak, you can tell him I said that’) but Shane was busy entering Rozanov’s number into his phone.
Later, he was channel surfing in his hotel room. His parents were in the other bedroom of their suite, and he could get up and talk to them about practice or their game against the Americans tomorrow, but instead he was thinking about Rozanov. He also felt weirdly keyed up, like he needed a run, but he ran 10k an hour ago. Maybe he needed to jerk off.
His phone buzzed next to him.
Rozanov: I give you my number and you don’t text me?
Rozanov: Rude
Rozanov: I thought Canadians were polite
Shane grinned in his empty room, his thumbs typing out a message.
Hollander: wow, sorry, it’s only been 6 hours
Hollander: what are you doing tonight?
Rozanov: nothing
Hollander: me too, watching tv
Hollander: who are you playing tomorrow?
Rozanov: England
Hollander: have fun winning 😂
Hollander: I’m going to try and get some sleep, I have to be up early
Rozanov: ok 😴
Hollander: 💤
Later that week, when Team Canada slumped back to their dressing room, silver medals around their necks, the first thing Shane heard was his phone buzzing in his stall.
Rozanov: Good game
Rozanov: you and your team all played very well, it was an honour to beat you
Shane snorted and replied.
Hollander: yeah, you too. That second goal you scored was unreal
Hollander: I’m not even mad, it was that good
He stood watching his phonescreen for a minute, waiting to see if he would reply, until someone threw a wet towel at him and told him to quit texting his girlfriend. He tossed his phone into his bag and began to strip down for a shower.
The next several months went on as usual. Rozanov went back to Moscow, Shane went back to Kingston and the OHL. They texted regularly, nothing heavy, mostly just funny stuff that happened at practice and pictures of cute dogs. He liked Rozanov. He might be scary on the ice, but when Shane was curled up in bed late at night, texting about his teammate who puked up ice cream all over the team bus, he was funny. And when his team lost to Windsor for the Memorial Cup, Rozanov sent him a message letting him know he’d played well. It occurred to Shane that that meant Rozanov had managed to watch the game somehow, but the thought was gone as soon as his mom started complaining about the officiating.
And suddenly, it was the draft. He watched Rozanov climb the stairs to the stage, grinning as he was named the number one draft pick. He was disappointed of course, the hockey press had been sure it would be Shane, but he also knew just how hard Rozanov had worked for this. Then Shane’s name was being read, and he was on stage, shaking the commissioner’s hand and pulling on the Metros jersey.
He stood with Rozanov to the side and they grinned at each other. In that moment, he understood down to his bones that in so many ways they were the same, even if no else saw it. People were already trying to build up a supposed rivalry, but it wasn’t like that. He liked going up against Rozanov, he liked the challenge but in the end, this man was his friend, and he felt so lucky for it.
At the reception after, Shane scanned the room as his mother talked to the Metros GM. He spotted Rozanov on the other side of the room, next to a severe looking older man. He barely recognized Rozanov. Gone was the man who had grinned at him as they held up their jerseys for the cameras, this one somehow stood at attention with stiff posture, but also trying to disappear. When he glanced at Shane, he smiled at Rozanov. Fleetingly, his lips quirked up then back to the blank expression. His eyes darted back to the conversation around him, and Shane looked away as well.
By 10 pm, Shane could tell he wasn’t going to be getting to sleep anytime soon. He grabbed his phone and workout clothes.
Hollander: I’m headed down to the gym, wanna join?
Rozanov: yes
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I laughed so fucking hard at this
I could SO imagine an au where Ilya thinks Shane is playing like some 4D level mind fuck game with him when he comes over to shake his hand (twice) and compliment his playing, so instead of doing his cocky asshole schtick he earnestly takes the compliment and returns it in kind. And then Ilya goes in for the kill, expecting to call Shane's nice guy bluff by asking for his number. Ha. Bet you weren't expecting THAT, Hollander.
But then Hollander seems,,, weirdly pleased?? And,,, actually complies?? Before practically skipping off, like he got what he wanted?? What??
And then they're texting back and forth and Ilya still partly thinks this is some kind of long con, but then it's been weeks and then it's been longer and suddenly they're at the draft and Shane is looking around the room and when he spots Ilya his entire face lights up and he's making a beeline for Ilya and he's still smiling as he says "Ilya!" like he's happy to see him,,, because he IS happy to see him. Because they've been messaging basically constantly for months now and oh fuck oh shit Ilya is so so deeply screwed.
And so, instead of their canon rivals-with-benefits arrangement, we get the ten year slow burn best friends to lovers narrative.
@martelldoran COMING IN WITH THE STEEL CHAIR:
He’s My Plus One (be nice) - Chapter 7
By Anarchybeauty
https://archiveofourown.org/works/81856381/chapters/226995926
Summary: The gang heads to the cottage for a bachelor/bachelorette weekend for Grayson & Meg.
Shane: which weekend can everyone come to the cottage?
Shane: we were looking at maybe Canada Day weekend?
Trevor: that should be fine for us
Russ: same, my summer is wide open
Grayson: this might be a good time to mention that Meg and I are getting married August Long
It might be Canada Day weekend, but they would be celebrating Grayson and Meg for the next three days. The SAPs had insisted on taking on the task of organizing, which Shane was grateful for (and maybe a little apprehensive too). They hadn’t done the bachelor party thing when they got married, and all the ones he’d been to had been over the top ones for fellow players, usually involving strippers, cigars and thousand dollar bottles of scotch. So Shane was more than happy to sit on his couch while Ilya and the other SAPs hung streamers and a ridiculous banner painted with “Almost Married!”. He watched glitter shake loose from it and knew he would be vacuuming it up for years to come.
Friday night was quiet, with only half the guests having arrived, mostly those who had flown in and carpooled together from the airport. Shane was glad, maybe a little selfishly, because they had several team members who had missed all the other meet ups. He looked around the circle, seated by the fire, all taste testing the cocktails that Waldheim’s wife, Ronny, had created. Waldheim and Ronny were at the makeshift bar, mixing some fresh concoction; Luc and Rocky were currently talking quietly by the pool; Ricky Matthews, his wife Alexis, and Troy were seated by the fire, Harris perched on Troy’s knee; Russ, Wyatt, Gord and Willow were making s'mores and laughing. Shane had already gotten a chance to catch up with most everyone, so he was happy to sit back and just soak up all the happy chatter.
Ilya broke him from his reverie, by dropping into Shane’s lap, a pink cocktail in one hand, a smore in the other. He dropped a smacking kiss on Shane’s cheek.
“Did you get the beds set up downstairs?” Shane murmured, hands slipping slowly around Ilya’s waist, letting his thumb slip under his shirt to stroke his skin.
“Yes, yes, don’t worry,” Ilya chided and stuffed his s’more in his mouth.
Shane snorted. “Gross.”
Ilya grabbed his face and kissed him hard. He tasted like toasted marshmallow and chocolate, and Shane practically purred. They were interrupted by the crunch of tires on gravel.
“I bet that’s Not-So,” Shane gasped, pulling back.
A very tall man was extracting himself from a very small sedan when Shane and Ilya came through the front door.
“Dutchie!” the man said, stretching his arms wide for a hug. Shane grinned and did just that.
“Nathan,” Shane said as he stepped back. “This is my husband, Ilya. Ilya, Nathan “Not-So” Smalls. Come on, everyone is out back.”
"The sex tells the story, so it never felt gratuitous to me. The sex is character development. The sex is what is moving this relationship forward, and watching it change over time."
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my belief is that firstprince definitely have a pretty intense rpf community and had even before they were together but since the leak and everything most of their fans are as respectful as can be until one weirdo breaks the rule and physically hands one of them fanfic and when henry reads it he's just really distraught that the writing isn't good more than anything
After that, Henry starts writing his own under a burner account. He becomes well known for his truly filthy spice scenes. One of his fav things when he’s missing Alex is going on tumblr under #firstprince and posting thirsty comments
Hollanov + tweets (part 2)
If I had a nickel for every time two little guys from a queer Canadian show realized all their dreams were coming true by looking at a billboard of themselves in LA together, I would have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's still really fucking cool. 🥹