A hollanov AU where Ilya is trying to pull a Talented Mr Ripley but ends up becoming absolutely obsessed and smitten with rich vacationer Shane Hollander instead? Say less.
featuring a new england summer, a lana del rey soundtrack and a fuckton of religious imagery
if this speaks to you here’s a link and snippet below:
“What’s your issue?”
Ilya’s laugh manages to escape, this time, “I don’t have issue, Hollander. I just came to enjoy the view.”
Shane fixes him with another stare, unimpressed, “You’re facing the wrong way.”
Ilya’s eyes go up and down the sinful line of Shane’s body, stop at his chest, peeking out through the modestly unbuttoned shirt, before finding his face again.
did anyone write a hollanov grey’s anatomy-ish AU? Either a doctors AU where they’re both interns or one where it’s intern x attending? I feel like it would be so good 😩
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no one is asking for this but i have to make my one million hours on ao3 mean something
the texture of memory: to write a silly blurb would do it a disservice i think, but just read it i am so serious, completed
your presence has gone through me (like needle through a thread): ilya gets a family and i cry one million tears of joy, wip
the anatomy of a bird heart in slow decay: an impossible love story and meditation on grief, mothers and sons, and survival. featuring ghosts in the literal sense. completed
fall in love again and again: the classic tuna-melt groundhog day, with a house of leaves flavour, completed
Jessica: teenaged shane as seen through his relationship with his high school girlfriend, i love them both so unbearably much, completed
home economics: nhl lockout leads to hollanov living together in the situationship era-there's no way this could go wrong! completed
Route 96 Kanata: shane suffers a career ending injury before meeting ilya but where there's a will there's a tortured hollanov situationship nonetheless. full of fantastic ottawan idiosyncrasies. wip
World on Your Shoulders: what if shane had a queer rookie while deep in the midst of his internalized homophobia "i'm not gay" era? fascinating and wonderfully pessimistic characterization, this whole series is a dark comedy that i want to swallow whole, completed
wunderkind: breathtaking look into yuna hollander's inner world but everyone really shines through wonderfully here (ilya my heart i love you so much), completed
I have only two emotions (careful fear and dead devotion): shane disappears from hockey post prospect cup and hollanov meets again much farther down the road, gorgeous tender slow burn, wip
we'll make a home on the cracks: journalist shane fights his way out of an ethics torment nexus and finds true love <3 cute hollanov & fun shane characterization, wip
car wash redhead, tube top R.E.M. concert, juror #6: hollanov character study, power and love, i adore those freaks so much <3, completed
frequently, secretly fond of each other: boston! shane, you know it you love it, wip
some pacific wind: the pains of being asian in a nearly all-white sport and having to communicate to the world exclusively in your second language: a hollanov conversation, completed
side note: all of satorussuguru's heated rivalry fics are fantastic and are on here in spirit if not in actual text
It had to be you, Wonderful you: transmasc ilya you are soooo dear to me, completed
Offside: coach/player forbidden hollanov but it's sweeter than you would expect. wip
Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago: climbing inside your soulmates body is a thing that is both normal to want and possible to have (ft. painful but warming version of shane's life post. career ending injury), wip
dark out and still thirty degrees: one of the only a/b/o fics i've ever enjoyed (sorry), dives into the misogyny in the bones of the genre in a way that's very cathartic for me. ft. a fascinating trans shane journey. completed
head and body to you: tortured self-destructive shane character study, toxic? situationship hollanov, canon-typical emotion development through the lens of sex, completed
the soviet montage: obviously already popular but i had to, cold-war era hollanov post. ilya's defection from the soviet union, completed
i've been waiting my whole life to know i wanted you: deep dive into shane's militant self denial that also fleshes out a much more culturally-connected japanese-canadian experience for him. #lifegetsbetter(eventually), completed
pronoms possessifs: shane writes a love letter, just wonderful completed
Home Ice Advantage: another boston! shane but diving more deeply into how being traded would impact the hockey of it all, very perfectionism torment nexus, completed (with wip sequel)
Blizost: what if you could climb inside your lover and share one body between two souls?, wip
Mama's Boy, Mama's Boy: shane hollander's journey if the whole time he was also haunted by his situationship's dead mom, fantastic irina characterization, completed
cracked plexiglass: canon rewrite that fleshes out a version of shane's pre-NHL hockey career that's more realistic to the actual environment of high level Canadian juniors, very very good, wip
i know where to draw the line: older captain shane and younger teammate ilya, super cute, completed
Overlay: very well written, read the authors note in the beginning before starting, completed
one of your eyes is always half-shut (something happened when you were a kid): it's GivingAlexeiDimensionality2026 !! such a gut punch to read as an older sibling, completed
Plexiglass Box: what if hollanov met as teens in Moscow? (ilya x coach's son but it was shane the whole time), Excellent tension, completed (sequel incoming hopefully)
but what if I need you in my darkest hour? : our favorite hockey players plane crash Bad on the way to 2017 All Stars, painful in all the ways, completed
always, sun: canon,,,,,,,divergence?? magical realism, gorgeous and vaguely terrifying, completed
I. ONE LITTLE GOD FALLING OVER ANOTHER: the last year in boston, has hardly begun but the mixed media format is so good and the tension is so thick,,,,,pit in my stomach as i eagerly await the rest, wip
nothing makes me feel as good: shane character study through jj's eyes, god im so obsessed with this crazy crazy man, completed
Hello From Moscow, Goodbye from Montreal: canon divergence circa 2012 where ilya calls shane drunk one night, and keeps calling after that, equally funny and devastating, wip
there are like millions more that i will add once i remember them
what shane means: i can never love a woman in any way resembling the way i love you and when i tried she called my shit IMMEDIATELY so what im trying to say is i can't sidestep whatever we are the way you can, i will never ever love anyone but u
what ilya hears: somewhere along the line of our multi-year situationship that began with me immediately sucking ur dick, i have determined that i like men.
the best thing about hollanov is that shane loves giving his control over to ilya and ilya loves taking over the controls for shane but mostly only in a boyfriend holding onto his partner's purse so their hands can be free to walk around the store way
They had agreed, Yuna and him, to stay out of Shane's relationship. No advice. No helpful hints. Nothing unless asked. Which, given Shane's history, wasn't likely.
But, given Shane's history - was perhaps necessary.
Ilya's house in Boston was lovely. He'd been all puffed up, showing them around, sending sly glances at Shane when Yuna complimented the design and asked after the builders. It was also...very open. Cavernous. Echo-y, even.
David's hand twitched toward the tv remote and Yuna tutted. She was listening intently to the play-by-play behind them, almost drowned out by the clatter of dishware.
Almost.
They were holding back remarkably well, for a first-couple-fight. Or maybe a first-fight-in-front-of-the-in-laws.
"Keep your voice down!" Shane snapped for the third time.
Yuna ticked a finger up. She was keeping count. And judging.
This had to be a first-couple-fight. They hadn't quite learned how to do this yet. Either of them. Shane was getting worked up in a way that didn't bode well for the cabinetry and Ilya, well. It seemed like Ilya was just letting it happen.
"No one knows how to argue anymore," Yuna said under her breath, "I should have taught him," overshadowed by Ilya, just a little too loudly telling Shane that whatever it was, wasn't a big deal.
"Mistake," David muttered back.
"Well you only make that mistake once," Yuna bantered like a sports commentator and David smiled helplessly at her.
"C'mon, Yuna. Don't you remember the first time your parents had me over for dinner?"
Yuna snorted, "You were so scared. You let me hen-peck you the whole meal."
He had. But then, it had been awkward, intimidating. Yuna had refused to let him meet her parents until they were engaged, and given him a game plan of exactly what to do at that meeting. Bring gifts. Be respectful. Speak when spoken to. Agree with everything my father says.
"Remind you of anyone else's first impression?" David raised his eyebrows. Ilya had relaxed somewhat with them over dinner. Not enough though. There were obvious silences where Shane would shoot him a look, like he was expecting something. And he still stood like a guilty kid waiting in the principals office. Upright. Hands together.
It had been a relief to see how comfortable he was here, in his own space. Making room for them. How Shane clearly knew his way around.
"He wasn't that bad," Yuna said.
"At least his father-in-law isn't going to imply -"
"My dad didn't mean it like that," Yuna cut him off. She was still keeping tally but her attention was more present now, shoulders less tense.
"He said you had to find a," David huffed and accepted the knee Yuna knocked into his as given. Otousan had been so proud of his English, and so willing to insult him in Japanese. Years after the mans passing and David was still laughing about it. "gaijin to marry because only Western men were weak enough to let you walk all over them."
"First impressions last," Yuna said, as she always did. "And you did!"
"Do I?"
"Well," She leaned close enough their arms touched, which was as good as fireworks from her. "maybe not all the time."
A slam jolted them apart and David counted it lucky that Yuna had put her wine down to keep score.
"Shane."
Yuna's head whipped around so fast David near got a mouth full of her hair. "Settle down, ref - that's not a penalty yet," he whispered. Though it was certainly more forceful than they had ever heard Ilya speak. Not in interviews, not when mic'd up, and never to Shane.
"What?" Shane, at least didn't sound shocked by the tone. He sounded angry. Voice tight in the way he got when he was upset at his own performance.
"Come here."
"Yeah, no. I'm fixing this -"
"Come. Here."
A slam. A squeak of those weird house shoes on tile.
David was familiar with house slippers. House shoes were different. Still, they were comfortable, and it was kind of Ilya to have them ready.
"What?" Shane snarling too loud in the confined space.
"What is this about? Hm? You're yelling about a fucking dishwasher."
"Your dishwasher -"
"Our."
Yuna's eyebrows curved, pleasantly surprised. A finger on her right hand went down.
"If it's our dishwasher, what is the big fucking deal if I re-load it?"
"Fine! Fuck! It's not about the fucking dishwasher, Hollander!"
"Yes it is! Because it's not our dishwasher, it's your dishwasher, in your house. Like. God, why did you even ask me for a list if you weren't going to get anything I put on it? What's the point?"
"What is the point of what, hm? This is about groceries, now? "
"I would have gone grocery shopping. I like grocery shopping."
"So I got, what, wrong groceries? That is why you acting like shit and barely ate dinner? I got wrong groceries?"
"Ilya I have a diet plan -"
"Awful one, yes."
"It already restricts what I can have, so excuse me if I want to get the brands that actually taste or feel right!"
"You tell me this now? Instead of when I ask, or when we cook, or any other time? I'm mind reader now?"
"I don't want you to read my mind - I want. I -"
Something else slammed, and Ilya's voice fell so soft David could barely hear the buzz of it. More shuffling. Quiet, before Shane burst out - "I want to go grocery shopping with you. I could have just got the right things the first time, or argued with you about it then. Do you know how many times I've heard my parents argue and make up in the grocery store. Dad once got organic produce and mom didn't talk to him for 5 aisles because he clearly didn't listen when she was talking about how organic is just good PR and it's more expensive for no reason. We don't get to have that. And I know -"
"Shane. We'll get there."
"I know. This is the plan. I know that."
"Yes! And for now, I don't know, I'll be the crazy person talking on my fucking airpods in the grocery store while you rearrange our kitchen. Okay?"
The sharp tones faded into their normal cadence of bickering, the rough burr of Russian and Shane's hesitant picking at the language. Ilya apparently calling him a little teapot.
Because he was steamed. Right.
Yuna twitched and, unthinkingly, David grabbed her hand, folded her fingers down and brought her knuckles to his lips. He kept them there for a beat too long. They were red and raw, the way they always got in winter because she'd forgo gloves to keep her hands free for texting. "Aisle 6 make up," he muttered, "works every time." Just to feel the way his wife shook with suppressed laughter.
Behind them, the clatter of dishes being done picked up. David almost felt comfortable enough to reach for the remote again, but ticking the volume up now felt. Exposing.
"I feel crazy." He heard Shane sigh. "I want this to go well."
"Yes. I want that too."
"Do you?"
David winced. Shane and that lovely habit of his of sounding so judgmental while asking a genuine question.
"I just mean," Well, at least he learned to catch himself. "You're so…"
"What?"
"Nice! You're like a pod person. You're not giving me shit or teasing my mom for being worse than me at turning it off,"
"Well," she huffs.
"Don't start," David said, squeezing her hand.
"Or calling my dad boring,"
"Well," he said, just to make Yuna laugh.
"Yes. Obviously, I want this to go well, Shane."
"Oh," Yuna whispered. He nudged her, but she shook her head, looking a little lost. "Later."
"I want them to know you, Ilya. The real you."
"No, you don't."
He hadn't realized he'd edged forward until Yuna pulled him back, tapping her thumb against his wrist. "Easy, coach. Shane's got this."
"Don't tell me what I want. Stop being an asshole, Ilya. I just. They're going to love you - I know it. Just fucking. Let us love you."
A glass clicked too hard against the stone counter top. "Laundry's done."
"Ilya." There was the tone back.
"Shane." Passed and returned. "You wanted to have fresh sheets in the guest bed."
"Fucking. Fine."
Quickly, Yuna took her phone out and David leaned into her shoulder, pretending to stare at her screen in a way Yuna only rarely let him because she hated people hovering. Hilarious, as she was practically a professional hover-er in her own right. Usually, if she wanted to show him something, she handed him the phone and watched him read it over his shoulder, or told him about it while he read.
Often, he reminded himself it was her passion that made him fall for her in the first place.
It was only when they heard the dryer slam shut that Yuna relaxed, slightly. "Okay. Rozanov's good for him."
"Ilya," David corrected absently, "and we knew that already."
"Yes, but before, we knew he was good with him, now we know he's good for him. I like him, for Shane." Yuna looked smug. "He knows how to talk to him."
He loved that look on her. The way she settled content, like the cat that got the cream, when everything was going to plan. "And next step is we like him for him, right?"
"Exactly - once he settles a bit with us and we prove he can trust us, I think he'll fit right in."
Smothering a laugh, David pressed a kiss to Yuna's hair. "Divide and conquer, you go get Shane. I'll go to the kitchen."
"Are you sure?"
"I've got this."
And Yuna's wine glass could use topping up. Two birds, and all that.
Ilya barely moved when he came around the corner. His face was doing the Russian-thing. Cold and remote. "I'm sorry you heard that," He said, stilted. "We don't fight, usually. Not off the ice."
Absently, David noted that his English was perfect again. No missed articles or dropped contractions. "No, it's good. All loving couples argue, you know?"
"No. That. Uh, it has not been my experience."
"Ah. Well, it's reassuring, honestly. Shane is Yuna's son through and through. Once they get something in their head and a plan in place," he blew out a breath and mimed something taking off.
The smile that burst on Ilya's face was so wide and fond, it changed him entirely. Boyish. A little silly. And so very much in love. "Oh, I know how he gets."
"I would hate to overstep, Ilya. You've very kindly opened your home to us and we appreciate it."
Smile dimming, Ilya tucked his hands into his pockets, shoulders squaring. "But?"
Ah, damn. David wasn't good at tip-toeing. Never had been. Which was funny, in retrospect. When they'd met, all those years ago, he'd asked Yuna on a date before the end of their first conversation. She told him later that if he hadn't asked her out, she'd have never forgiven him. He just - he knew. David liked her so much and something told him, keep this. Hold onto this. He'd proposed too soon, as well. There'd been some gossip, but Yuna? Yuna was just excited to bring him home.
Her mother always told her, you only bring a man home if you're going to marry him.
"No, I just - " needing to make himself useful, David grabbed a dish towel and I moved to the small things Shane had clearly hand washed at some point. "I wanted to share some advice my father-in-law gave to me before I married Yuna."
Ilya took that neatly on the chin, and David had to watch his reflection in the kitchen windows as he turned away. "Okay." His voice sounded suspiciously thick.
"Sometimes, it’s better to let your wife be wrong in her way than for her to do it your way." David quoted, the quiet, strong inflection on the words was seared into his brain.
Ilya laughed, like David hoped he would, and his eyes were suspiciously bright when he turned back. "Wow."
"I know that's maybe not the most applicable," David started.
"No, no. It's perfect." Ilya grinned, coming over with his own cloth and shooing David with it. "I'm going to tell him this all the time. Go, sit."
"You cooked," David smiled. "And it was delicious."
"It's my house, you're a guest here, your Canadian manners mean nothing to me."
"Is it not our house?"
"Oh! Shane gets his sneaky jokes from you. I see this now."
One day, David thought, he would finish the quote. Otousan had clapped him on the shoulder then, and said, in his deep grave voice.
during their wedding planning, buck and eddie keep trying all these cakes from all these different bakeries and while buck has a few favorites, eddie, who absolutely loves any and everything sweet, doesn't seem to really like any of them all that much. so one night while they're cuddling and buck is running his fingers up and down eddie's back as eddie rests his head on his chest, buck asks him about it. and eddie gets a little quiet and tries to burrow even closer into buck before saying they just don't taste like your baking. and buck inhales sharply then a little breathlessly says yeah, because they're baked by professionals. and eddie goes yeah. but i prefer yours.
and this is how buck ends up baking their wedding cake.
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