What a comeback story this year for Ilya Rozanov. The captain did absolutely everything in these playoffs, leading his team in blocked shots and shots against.
Direct follow-up to this Hollanoveau thought; Ilya spends almost a solid month in mental agony over whether or not Shane and Cliff fucked at All-Stars. Shane hasn't said, and Ilya can't just fucking ask, that is way too needy. He also can't ask Cliff; Ilya's got no logical excuse to justify knowing that the two of them were talking at all during All-Stars without giving away the fact that he and Shane communicate privately. So he's just trapped in a torment nexus for weeks until Boston plays in Montreal again.
And he's honestly a little scared to text Shane about meeting up because what if they did fuck at All-Stars, and now Shane is hitting up Cliff to come see him after the game instead and—
He's saved by that particular spiral by Shane texting him first, just a simple See you after the game? and Ilya will never admit, even under threat of torture, how relieved he is to answer yes, along with a string of suggestive emojis.
Then they get out on the ice. It's just warm up at the moment, but Ilya watches Cliff pause at the center line temporarily separating Boston from Montreal.
"Hey Hollzy!"
Hollzy??
Hollander skates to the center line to meet him.
"Just installed the new counter top, that was a great fucking suggestion, man."
What the actual fuck is happening right now?
"Told you it'd look good." Hollander looks way too fucking pleased. "You taking my suggestion about the upstairs flooring too?"
Marleau groans but he's smiling like this is some shared joke between them or something.
"Fuck, Hollander, you trying to kill me? That shit will take forever."
"It'll be worth it. You're the one who bought a historic house, dude. What happened to enjoying the challenge?"
"You gonna come over and help me install it?"
Is Hollander fucking blushing?
"Sure," Hollander laughs. "Next time we're in Boston."
Yep! That's enough!!
"You two gonna start braiding each other's hair or what? Warm up!"
"Fuck yourself, Rozanov!"
"Only if you watch, Hollander."
Ilya at least gets the satisfaction of watching Shane's ears go pink before he scoffs and skates away, while Cliff gives him a look that Ilya really does not want to analyze at the moment.
He really doesn't want to think about what Cliff says to him after the game either. (Boston won; mainly because Ilya was playing like a fucking demon, and Hollander is going to be in such a pissy mood about it in the hottest way.)
"I ain't trying to take Jane from you, man."
—Cue the most stony Slavic face you've ever seen in your life as the Kill Bill Siren sounds in the distance—
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Marleau."
And Cliff fucking shrugs like he didn't just covertly tell Ilya that he knows his biggest secret in the middle of the rambunctiously celebrating locker room (said quietly into Ilya's ear, no one the wiser, but still).
"I'm just saying. We're good, man. We're solid. Yeah?"
And it isn't until Cliff reaches over and squeezes the back of Ilya's neck, pinching a couple of curls between his fingers and giving a little tug the way he knows Ilya likes, that Ilya has to terrifyingly shove down the thought that Cliff is only half right.
I'm just as afraid of someone taking you from me as I am someone taking him.
Hello I'm having more Situationship Era Hollanoveau thoughts; obviously Ilya and Shane have been hooking up since the summer before their rookie season, and Cliff and Ilya start hooking up a couple years after that. And a year or so after that, Cliff finds out about Ilya and Shane, but because Reasons, Ilya and Shane don't realize.
But now that he Knows, Cliff is sooooo curious about Shane, and how/why he started hooking up with Ilya. Cliff knows Ilya, as a friend and as a bed partner, so he knows there's no way Ilya would keep Hollander on his rotation if he was as boring as his reputation.
Then, in a stroke of fate, Ilya gets a mild injury that prevents him from being in the All-Star game, which means, for the first time, Cliff will be in the same place as Hollander but without Ilya. Better yet, they will be on the same team, which gives Cliff the perfect excuse to talk to Shane.
Bit of awkwardness at first, partially because Shane is honestly just baffled that a Raider other than Ilya wants to talk to him (and even then, they never talk in public outside of the ice), and partially because neither one of them has any clue what they might have in common besides hockey.
Turns out it's real estate 😅 Cliff is a handy guy, and does house flipping as a side hustle/summer hobby; he'll buy a place that needs work, live in it while he's doing the remodeling, then sell it when he's done and move onto the next. He finds it weirdly relaxing. Shane is fascinated with this idea, though he admits that he could never do it himself; the stress of living in that environment would drive him round the bend, but it does lead them to spending two hours talking passionately about cabinets 🤓 During which, Cliff is very happy to realize that Shane is surprisingly funny and charming, once he relaxes a little, and while he has always been objectively attractive, a chatty, happy Shane Hollander is very attractive to Cliff personally.
Cliff doesn't really think about the fact that he's gradually slipped into flirting until something suggestive he says makes Shane blush and momentarily excuse himself. And Cliff is very disappointed in thinking he absolutely screwed it; they were having such a nice time and he genuinely likes Shane, and now he's scared him off.
Meanwhile, Shane has locked himself in a bathroom stall and is texting Ilya with his heart in his throat like "DID YOU PUT MARLEAU UP TO THIS??" And poor Ilya, who is just enjoying a joint with Svetlana back in Boston is like "??? Wtf are you on about."
"HE'S BEEN TALKING TO ME ALL NIGHT AND NOW I'M PRETTY SURE HE'S HITTING ON ME WHAT DID YOU DO."
"I did nothing! If Marley is hitting on you is because he wants to. You're hot, he likes both, easy math." And Ilya, in a Herculean effort to be Totally Cool and Casual about both Shane AND Cliff, No Complex Feelings Here, adds, "He's a good lay, you should take him up on it."
No no noooooo, this is too much for Shane, who leaves Ilya on read and guiltily goes back to his hotel room without circling back to Cliff. THANKFULLY, it's the skills competition the next day, which gives him a chance to apologize to Cliff for disappearing, giving the reliable lie that he suddenly didn't feel well and that's why he booked it. Cliff's just glad Shane's still willing to talk to him, so he readily accepts it, and Shane desperately tries to put Ilya's text out of his head because the more time he spends with Cliff over the next two days, the more he's Considering It. Which is INSANE on multiple levels.
And yet... when Cliff walks him back to his room after one last All-Star Team dinner because they're too engrossed in their conversation about X-Squad movies to say goodbye at the elevator... Shane just might invite him in.
like. buddy. if you are reading fic to the point that you are pointing out ONE INSTANCE of someone repeating ONE word in a 10-14k long chapter and calling it ai. i think you need to be humanely euthanized. you are not living an enriched and fulfilling life and i do not trust that we can rehabilitate you. im sorry all good faith and whimsy has abandoned you but it’s okay. go to the light angry little poster. have fun telling god he’s using ai because he makes the angels say “hallelujah” more than once a day.
Come on guys, the weird shipping has to stop. Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov have only just recently put their differences aside to start the Irina Foundation and they're doing a lot of good. We don't want to jeopardize that with parasocial rpfing.
ilya and cliff are the matt damon and ben affleck of #my gc universe. there are whole insta pages and twitter accounts dedicated to finding pictures of them engaging in the most overtly homoerotic bullshit known to man (it's not difficult. there's a lot) and quotes from interviews where they wax poetic about each other like "he's the greatest man i've ever known and my best friend. i'll love him for the rest of my life."
they're all captioned Which Could Mean Nothing and regularly break containment on hockey twt. which may in part be because ilya won't stop retweeting them.
post tlg some random asshole defenseman makes a shitty comment about shane taking it up the ass and shane looks at him, then at the scoreboard that shows the centaurs winning 6-1, then back down at him like "i dunno man i think one of us is getting fucked in the ass right now and it isn't me." and then that guy tries to fight him
reason #3756 why cliff should/should have gone to ottawa with ilya: he would completely remove the need for galina’s shit “therapy” services. oh roz is feeling low and having trouble getting out of bed? no fuckin problem big dog marley’s got the plug here’s some fuckin adderall baby that’ll put a pep in your step brother now let’s go get this bread rise and fuckin GRIND baby!!!!!
I just want to talk about the power of commenting on fics for a minute.
I have my main fandom, but when I read in other fandoms, I don't know many of the writers. So I usually just find fics by looking through the tag I want. And if it's a tag I'm really interested in, I'll read every fic in the tag. And if there's a fic I really liked in there, I'll start reading everything by that writer.
So what this means is I'm sometimes reading fics or writers that don't have tons of hits/kudos/comments on their fics, but I found them through some obscure tag I wanted to read. And so I'll get back some really incredibly sweet replies to my comments.
But then, something even more incredible started happening. I'd be reading WIPs by some of these writers and they'd literally start writing the rest of the fic for me. They started asking me what I hoped to see happen or if I had any requests. And when the fic was finished, one of them said the only reason they kept writing the fic was for me.
Sometimes there can be such a lovely connection between the writer and the reader just because you decided to leave a comment. And sometimes you as the commenting reader can become the lone reason why a fic makes its way into the world for all the other readers who come after you.
they don't really use pet names when they're around other people but their teammates learn very quickly that there is ilya (positive) and ilya (negative) and rozanov (fuck yeah that was fucking gorgeous) and rozanov (if you do not shut the fuck up immediately i swear to fucking good) and shane (adoring) and shane (sad) and hollander (that's how you fucking do it baby!) and hollander (sit your fucking ass down or we will have a problem) and these distinctions are way more important to keep track of than the five times a month hollander calls cap "baby" and cap's face goes all sappy
logging onto tumblr like heyyy i'm thinking about the same character i've spent the past few weeks thinking about. no change here. just wanted to let yall know
the idea of the skip and pike divorce happening concurrently and shane and ilya having such a superiority complex about it is sooooo funny to me. like hayden is sobbing on the couch and ilya is watching scott hunter crash out on fucking snapchat of all places and journalists keep calling them for comment about skip like either shane or ilya are invested in this. shane eventually has to be like “i met kip once and could not recognize him on the street i really don’t care” but that comment itself causes twitter drama
(ilya does feel partly responsible for the pike divorce bc him and jackie got wine drunk and ilya was like ‘are you really truly happy?’ and that started this whole spiral and now she’s dating a spanish man who treats her right) (shane knows this convo happened but wisely never brings it up)
The problem with being “the good one” is that sometimes you want the punishments. Sometimes they look fun. Sometimes, after watching one of your partners be spanked to tears by the other partner, you get a craving. An itch that won’t go away no matter how hard you try to scratch it yourself.
You haven’t been bad. It’s just not in your nature. But you want the punishment anyway.
This is the predicament Shane finds himself in one day when he’s home alone with Cliff.
They’re relaxing on the couch together, Shane’s head in Cliff’s lap, and Shane can’t stop thinking about last week, when Ilya had been frankly insufferable until Cliff had snatched him and put him over his knee. Everything about it had driven Shane crazy with desire. The position, the power display, the sound Cliff’s big hand made when it cracked off of Ilya’s ass, the angry, deep red his skin had been for hours afterward.
Shane has done nothing to warrant such rough handling, because Shane doesn’t typically think to act out. If Cliff or Ilya asks something of him, he does it. Whatever base, primal part of his brain that controls his impulses must be permanently turned off, because his first snd only instinct is to be good. To comply and comply well.
But he still wants what Ilya got.
“Cliff?” he asks, drawing the man’s dark eyes down to him.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Have I… been bad lately?”
Shane watches the split second of concern that crosses Cliff’s face, feeling so endeared toward him. When he comes to the conclusion that this is a sex thing and not a weird self-worth thing, he visibly relaxes. “Nah, of course not. You’re always so good for us, babe. So good for me.”
That’s what Shane was afraid of. But maybe he can still twist it to his benefit. “Well… have I been good enough for a reward?”
He’s close enough to Cliff’s groin that he can feel his cock start to stiffen in interest. Can feel the heat pooling between his legs as arousal kicks in. It makes his stomach flip, his own cock twitching in response. Cliff threads his long fingers through Shane’s hair and smiles down at him fondly. “For you? Anything, baby boy.”
Shane shivers a little at the pet name. It’s his favorite of the many, many terms of endearment Cliff rains upon him on a daily basis. He sits up, nuzzles the crook of Cliff’s neck, strokes a hand slowly down his chest.
“Will you please spank me, daddy?”
He feels Cliff raise a brow at him, mouth tugging up on one side. “If you want me too, baby,” he purrs back, his voice all deep and velvet-soft. “C’mere.”
Shane slides over his lap, pulling a throw pillow over to wrap his arms around and rest his head on. Hips slung over Cliff’s, ass in the air. One hand warm and firm between Shane’s shoulder blades, the other stroking softly up the backs of his thighs. Shane’s cock gives an almost painful tug in his pants at the touch.
“You want it hard?” Cliff asks. “Like how I was with Ilya?”
“Yes, please,” Shane replies, face heating with shyness at his own desire.
“Such a good boy,” Cliff praises as he slides Shane’s shorts down and tugs his underwear down just below the curve of his ass. “Always so polite. Here, baby. Let daddy give you what you want.”
The first smack is like heaven. The crisp, sharp sound makes Shane’s ears ring. Heat lances through him at the contact, making his skin prickle all over with chills. He moans, loud and shameless, and grinds his hips down against Cliff’s thigh.
“Good?” Cliff asks behind him, and all Shane can do is nod.
“Yeah,” he whines. “More. Please.”
Cliff obliges. He pops Shane’s ass rhythmically, his strikes consistent in force and placement, and soon Shane’s skin is burning and stinging. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, but he doesn’t want to stop. The sensation is driving him wild, his cock leaking and aching against Cliff’s legs, and Shane can’t hold still for much longer. He ruts against the space between Cliff’s legs, desperate for friction, and when he finds just the right angle at the same time Cliff’s hand meets his ass again, he comes with a punched-out, broken moan.
“Ohhh, good boy,” Cliff murmurs, gently petting the burning, inflamed skin of Shane’s ass. “So very good. Are you okay?”
Shane nods when he can see straight again. He’s so much better than good. His whole body is buzzing, his head light, his ass raw and hot in the most delicious way. He doesn’t even have anything inside of him. He just liked it so much. “Good,” he pants, feeling almost drunk. “Thank you, daddy.”
And then, because he is good, he does deserve whatever he wants, he will continue to earn his rewards, his slides off Cliff’s lap, settles between his knees, and tugs him out of his pants and into his mouth. Cliff groans, head rolling back against the sofa cushions, and gently tugs at Shane’s hair while he licks and sucks him to completion.
After, Shane crawls up onto Cliff’s lap and straddles him, Cliff’s strong arms wrapped around him, his face pressed against Cliff’s neck, and he relaxes completely against him. He is held. He is safe. He is adored.
Cliff presses a kiss to the side of Shane’s head. “My best boy,” he sighs. “I love you, baby boy.”
Shane beams inside and out, smiling all the way down to his toes.
Ilya: I like your pants.
Shane: Thanks, they were 30% off.
Ilya: I’d like them 100% off.
Shane: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Ilya. The store would go under if they were just giving their clothes away.
Heated Rivalry Characters as fish I saw at the aquarium today
ok this feels a little mean when i put it together like this but i dont mean it to be
Bonus round: what ilya thinks everyone is cause he lives in my head now and wont leave
Yes pike its brainless and boring just like you
marllyyyy its the raiders colours :D
hunter you are one million years old and slow as fuck
My shane (also very stupid cause within 3 seconds of being near the croc it showed its massive dick and then ejaculated everywhere, ilya would love this)
yeah no i've been so sane waiting for season two of heated rivalry what are you talking about. wait why are you calling for the nurse
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