"That’s what makes Zohran Mamdani’s election in New York so unsettling to the old order. New York City is not just another municipality; it’s a sovereign-scale entity. Its population surpasses 38 states. Its metropolitan GDP trails only Texas and California.
It is, by any metric, a small country masquerading as a city.
It governs more lives and more wealth than most nations. If democratic socialism — housing reform, public banking, equitable taxation — functions here, it obliterates the myth that such governance can’t work at scale. The fear isn’t ideological. It’s empirical. Because if Mamdani can keep the lights on, reduce homelessness, and maintain economic growth without catering to Wall Street, then the capitalist gospel collapses under its own dead weight.
What terrifies the establishment isn’t failure. It’s feasibility.
If it works in New York, there’s no reason it can’t work in Nebraska. If it works in Queens, it can work in Kansas City. And once proof exists, belief becomes irrelevant. The ship of democracy, fully refitted, will keep sailing — and no one can claim it isn’t American."
This weekend I was schmoozing at an event when some guy asked me what kind of history I study. I said “I’m currently researching the role of gender in Jewish emigration out of the Third Reich,” and he replied “oh you just threw gender in there for fun, huh?” and shot me what he clearly thought to be a charming smile.
The reality is that most of our understandings of history revolve around what men were doing. But by paying attention to the other half of humanity our understanding of history can be radically altered.
For example, with Jewish emigration out of the Third Reich it is just kind of assumed that it was a decision made by a man, and the rest of his family just followed him out of danger. But that is completely inaccurate. Women, constrained to the private social sphere to varying extents, were the first to notice the rise in social anti-Semitism in the beginning of Hitler’s rule. They were the ones to notice their friends pulling away and their social networks coming apart. They were the first to sense the danger.
German Jewish men tended to work in industries which were historically heavily Jewish, thus keeping them from directly experiencing this “social death.” These women would warn their husbands and urge them to begin the emigration process, and often their husbands would overlook or undervalue their concerns (“you’re just being hysterical” etc). After the Nuremberg Laws were passed, and after even more so after Kristallnacht, it fell to women to free their husbands from concentration camps, to run businesses, and to wade through the emigration process.
The fact that the Nazis initially focused their efforts on Jewish men meant that it fell to Jewish women to take charge of the family and plan their escape. In one case, a woman had her husband freed from a camp (to do so, she had to present emigration papers which were not easy to procure), and casually informed him that she had arranged their transport to Shanghai. Her husband—so traumatized from the camp—made no argument. Just by looking at what women were doing, our understanding of this era of Jewish history is changed.
I have read an article arguing that the Renaissance only existed for men, and that women did not undergo this cultural change. The writings of female loyalists in the American Revolutionary period add much needed nuance to our understanding of this period. The character of Jewish liberalism in the first half of the twentieth century is a direct result of the education and socialization of Jewish women. I can give you more examples, but I think you get the point.
So, you wanna understand history? Then you gotta remember the ladies (and not just the privileged ones).
I actually studied this in one of my classes last semester. It was beyond fascinating.
There was one woman who begged her husband for months to leave Germany. When he refused to listen to her, she refused to get into bed with him at night, instead kneeling down in front of him and begging him to listen to her, or if he wouldn’t listen to her, to at least tell her who he would listen to. He gave her the name of a close, trusted male friend. She went and found that friend, convinced him of the need to get the hell out of Europe, and then brought him home. Thankfully, her husband finally saw sense and moved their family to Palestine.
Another woman had a bit more control over her own situation (she was a lawyer). She had read Mein Kampf when it was first published and saw the writing on the wall. She asked her husband to leave Europe, but he didn’t want to leave his (very good) job and told her that he had faith in his countrymen not to allow an evil man to have his way. She sent their children to a boarding school in England, but stayed in Germany by her husband’s side. Once it was clear that if they stayed in Germany they were going to die, he fled to France but was quickly captured and killed. His wife, however, joined the French Resistance and was active for over a year before being captured and sent to Auschwitz.
(This is probably my favorite of these stories) The third story is about a young woman who saved her fiance and his father after Kristallnacht. She was at home when the soldiers came, but her fiance was working late in his shop. Worried for him, she snuck out (in the middle of all the chaos) to make sure he was alright. She found him cowering (quite understandably) in the back of his shop and then dragged him out, hoping to escape the violence. Unfortunately, they were stopped and he, along with hundreds of other men, was taken to a concentration camp. She was eventually told that she would have to go to the camp in person to free him, and so she did. Unfortunately, the only way she could get there was on a bus that was filled with SS men; she spent the entire trip smiling and flirting with them so that they would never suspect that she wasn’t supposed to be there. When she got to the camp, she convinced whoever was in charge to release her fiance. She then took him to another camp and managed to get her father-in-law to be released. Her father-in-law was a rabbi, so she grabbed a couple or witnesses and made him perform their marriage ceremony right then and there so that it would be easier for her to get her now-husband out of the country, which she did withing a few months. This woman was so bad ass that not only was her story passed around resistance circles, even the SS men told it to each other and honoured her courage.
The moral of these stories is that men tend to trust their governments to take care of them because they always have; women know that our governments will screw us over because they always have.
Another interesting tidbit is that there is sufficient evidence to suggest that Kristallnacht is a term that historians came up with after the fact, and was not what the event was actually called at the time. It’s likely that the event was actually called was (I’m sorry that I can’t remember the German word for it but it translates to) night of the feathers, because that, instead of broken glass, is the image that stuck in people’s minds because the soldiers also went into people’s homes and destroyed their bedding, throwing the feathers from pillows and blankets into the air. What does it say that in our history we have taken away the focus of the event from the more domestic, traditionally feminine, realms, and placed it in the business, traditionally masculine, realms?
Badass women and interesting commentary. Though I would argue that “Night of Broken Glass" includes both the personal and the private spheres. It was called Kristallnacht by the Nazis, which led to Jewish survivors referring to it as the November Pogrom until the term “Kristallnacht" was reclaimed, as such.
None of this runs directly counter to your fascinating commentary, though.
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After they're out, Shane and Ilya record a lifestyle video together for ESPN. ESPN is chomping at the bit: no one can imagine Racecar Rozanov and Hockey IQ Hollander's life behind closed doors, and they want the exclusive.
The crew shows up totally unsure of what to expect, charmed but surprised when it's Ilya opening the door in a tank and sweats and dramatically sighing, "Is meal prep day."
They spend hours filming the couple navigating the kitchen, arguing over how much salt to put in their egg cups, talking about how they learned to cook together when they first made a real go of their relationship.
Shane keeps his hands busy and his eyes focused on his prep work, and that makes it easier to talk about the murky grey area between healthy food choices and disordered eating. Ilya just rubs his back and mocks how he's dicing the bell peppers and keeps calling what he's wearing his "unlucky sweatpants" until Shane hits him in the face with a spatula while mumbling something about tuna melts.
Surprising exactly no one, the video goes viral when it drops on YouTube. It explodes on socials, with thousands of people stitching together Ilya saying "is meal prep day" with videos of their own meal prep, their healthy habits, sharing their own journey to loving food and treating it as fuel and not punishment. They use the tag #eatlikehollanov and it trends immediately.
Ilya's favorite part is when fans start to battle over #eatlikehollanov - the food posts get overtaken with videos and photos of them out at social events, serving cunt and generally looking like top designers battle it out for who gets repped by The Gay Wonder Twins of Hockey (which they do, and stop calling us that, we're married you perverts).
Then Shane and Ilya are spotted at a bar making out in a dark corner and everyone remembers these two probably spend 30% of their waking hours eating each other alive, and suddenly it's #eatlikehollanov munch munch munch yum yum yum.
The Centaurs jump on the trend, sharing their own food prep videos with increasing innuendo. Luca Haas turning bright red while eating a glazed donut gets 3 million views, but Troy really breaks the internet by eating a banana while maintaining eye contact with the camera the whole time. Harris threatens to replace the Kiss Cam at games with #eatlikehollanov and Shane tries his hardest to crawl into a corner and die because he just wanted to share how he protein loads, you guys, why did you have to make it so weird.
Scott Hunter helps not at all by making blueberry and banana smoothies with Kip. Shirtless.
Jacob Tierney talks about “boring” and “fuck you” meaning “I love you” for Shane and Ilya:
“A really good friend of mine—a person who reads my scripts who's a brilliant novelist named Rainbow Rowell—she read the first episode and she said to me… “just remember that every ‘fuck you’ is ‘I love you,’ and maybe you're saying ‘fuck you’ too many times”
“And I was like oh, that's such a good call. That's a great call. Because it was just a reminder of all of the things they say to each other that are not ‘I love you’ and that are not—”
“Boring, you know, when Ilya calls Shane boring, he's saying he's in love with him. And he's not boring, [Ilya] is endlessly fascinated by Shane. And the only way he can communicate that is by making fun of him and calling him boring, because anything else would rip his soul out through his face.”
“Like that's the idea, and so even the words we use to obfuscate matter, you know?”
One of the best ones I saw was a thing noting that every single one of the few survivors of suicide jumps off of the Golden Gate Bridge realized, on the way down, that the problems they were killing themselves over actually were fixable or could be worked through...except for the now - extremely unfixable - problem of gravity.
Went to the Holocaust Museum in DC once. There was a video interview of an Auschwitz survivor who said he and some other prisoners stayed up all night with a man who wanted to kill himself. The man didn’t kill himself and survived to liberation.
In the video the survivor said “Never seek a permanent solution to a temporary problem. And they’re all temporary problems.”
Hearing that from a guy who survived the Holocaust rewired my brain a little bit.
I think something a lot of people don't understand is that depression is not suicidality, and suicidality is not depression.
People can, and are, depressed without being suicidal, and sometimes suicidality peaks as people are emerging from depression.
Suicidality is a wave, and the trick is to allow that wave to crest and subside WITHOUT acting on it.
Whatever it takes to ride it out. For some people that's distraction, like watching television. For others it's calling a friend -- not to talk about the suicidality, but just to talk. For others it could be as simple as going to sit in a coffee shop or library, because the presence of other people is a huge diminisher of suicide risk.
That's what suicide safety planning is about. It's like having any other type of emergency plan, like a plan for fire or evacuation. It's making a plan when you are in the frame of mind to do so, so that you can just DO the plan without having to think about it when the occasion arises.
When you're in the midst of suicidal ideation, or even intent, you're not in a problem-solving mood. So knowing past!you, with the help of a therapist hopefully, came up with the plan and all you have to do is follow up until the wave crests and subsides, is what allows you to see another day.
ETA: Here's a link to a safety plan. https://www.samhsa.gov/sites/default/files/988-safety-plan.pdf
After a moment, Sirius crossed the room and sat beside him, leaving a careful space between them.
“You grew up…” Sirius said softly.
Remus gave a weak laugh, wiping his eyes with the heel of his hand.
“No,” he said. “I just got older.”
He looked at Sirius, eyes still shining with tears.
“I died without you, Sirius. And now I get to do it all over again.”
Sirius turned toward him sharply.
“What are you talking about? I’m—I’m right here.”
Remus shook his head.
“No. No, you’re not. Not really.” He drew in a slow breath. “The man I loved died six years ago. And I had to learn how to live with that. How to move forward.”
“I’m still me,” Sirius whispered.
Remus exhaled slowly, like he was trying to hold back something overwhelming.
“But you’re not mine anymore.”
Sirius looked down at his hands, twisting the ring on his finger.
“You’re with him now,” Remus said quietly. “Married. For a while, I assume.”
Sirius nodded faintly. “Just over a year…”
Remus’ face barely moved, but his shoulders sagged slightly, as if the confirmation drained what little strength he had left. He looked away, blinking hard.
“Do you love him?” he asked softly.
Sirius hesitated.
“Yes,” he said. “I do.”
The silence stretched thin between them.
Remus nodded slowly.
“Then that’s that, isn’t it?”
Sirius opened his mouth, then closed it again.
Always In Pieces — Chapter 22 of Leave The Light On (Chapter 17 of Broken Bridges).
Main Story — Read To Me
Sequel — Leave The Light On
Prequel — No Stars Above
3rd installment (2nd sequel) — In The Wake
Midquel — Broken Bridges
4th installment (3rd sequel) — TBA
All stories are rated E for explicit/graphic content. Series includes:
•Underage s3x
•SA
•Depression/unaliving attempts
•etc.
Always read warnings and tags before starting any fic, and be sure to take care.
Regulus sat at the linen-draped table, delicately spearing a cherry tomato and then deciding against it.
Christopher had ordered for him.
Without asking.
Regulus kept his expression pleasantly neutral as he nudged a leaf of rocket to the side of the plate.
It wasn’t that he disliked salad. He actually enjoyed salad; properly dressed, balanced, intentionally.
That wasn’t the point.
“I’ll have the seabass,” Christopher had told the waiter earlier, barely glancing at Regulus before adding, “And he’ll do the house salad. Dressing on the side.”
Regulus had blinked.
He wasn’t some decorative accessory.
And then, as if that weren’t enough...
“Gotta keep your figure,” Christopher had added lightly, squeezing Regulus’ thigh under the table as though it were charming.
Seriously?
Regulus lifted his wine glass then, examining the deep red inside as the waiter finished his practiced presentation.
“You’ll love this,” Christopher boasted, practically glowing. “It’s nearly six hundred pounds a bottle.”
The waiter poured the two glasses with care and retreated, leaving the bottle on the table like a trophy.
“Mm,” Regulus hummed, raising a brow as though suitably impressed.
Six hundred pounds.
That was pocket change... He had cufflinks worth more than that sitting in a drawer at his brother's flat, untouched.
He took a small sip.
It was good. Rich. Full bodied. A little showy.
Like the man across from him...
Christopher leaned back in his chair, clearly pleased with himself. “I had it last year in Bordeaux. You can’t find it most places.”
“I’m sure,” Regulus replied smoothly.
To be fair, he liked Christopher.
They’d met on a hiking trail in the Lake District—both muddy, both halfway up a miserable incline, both quietly judging the tourists who’d come unprepared. Christopher had been charming then. Easy to talk to. Witty in a restrained way Regulus appreciated.
They had similar interests. Similar hobbies. Similar circles.
On paper, it worked.
But sometimes...
Sometimes Christopher tried too hard.
Like tonight.
The restaurant was one of those dimly lit places that smelled faintly of fake truffle oil and money. Christopher had insisted on jackets. Insisted on valet. Insisted on the wine.
Insisted on ordering...
Regulus set his glass down gently.
“You’re not eating,” Christopher observed.
“I am,” Regulus said mildly, nudging another tomato.
Christopher smiled, but there was something assessing in it. “It’s just greens. Don’t tell me you’re intimidated by lettuce.”
Regulus’ fork paused.
He met Christopher’s eyes steadily.
“I’m not intimidated by anything on this table,” he said.
Christopher laughed, missing the edge entirely.
“Good. I’d hate to corrupt you.”
Regulus leaned back slightly in his chair.
Corrupt him.
How novel.
Christopher launched into a story about a client—something involving Monaco and an unnecessary helicopter—and Regulus let his gaze drift for just a second.
He caught his own reflection in the mirrored pillar near the bar.
Impeccably dressed. Perfect posture. Composed.
And faintly bored.
He dragged his attention back to Christopher, nodding in the appropriate places.
This was fine.
Christopher was fine.
Stable. Predictable. Impressed by price tags.
Regulus took another sip of the wine.
Six hundred pounds.
Regulus set his glass down a little harder than intended.
Christopher paused mid-sentence. “Everything alright?”
“Perfect,” Regulus replied smoothly.
—
“Reg, you alright?”
James’ voice cut gently through the noise of the pub.
Regulus blinked, pulled back from wherever his thoughts had wandered. “Hm?” He glanced up. “Yes, sorry. What was the question?”
James was watching him with that open, unguarded concern he’d never quite learned to hide.
“What do you want to drink?” James asked. “Your pick.”
Your pick.
Not, "I’ll have this and he’ll have that."
Not, "dressing on the side."
Regulus felt something small and quiet settle warmly in his chest.
The contrast was almost laughable.
Dinner with Christopher had been curated—expensive wine, controlled lighting, careful impressions. Every choice a performance.
With James, they were wedged into a slightly uneven wooden table near the window, the floor faintly sticky, someone laughing too loudly near the dartboard.
And Regulus had never felt more considered.
“A glass of brandy would be nice,” he said, studying James as he spoke.
James’ face lit immediately.
“Brandy it is!” he declared, as though Regulus had suggested something daring and brilliant instead of entirely reasonable.
Gods, James was happy.
James had been happy the last several months—years even. But there had been an edge under it. A tension Regulus hadn’t quite named.
Now he could.
James still loved him.
He’d been trying to pretend he didn’t.
James squeezed his hand across the table before standing. “I’ll be right back.”
Regulus watched him weave toward the bar, greeting the bartender like they were old friends already.
He looked… younger like this. Not in years. In ease.
James returned a moment later with two glasses, sliding the brandy carefully toward Regulus like he was presenting something precious.
“There you go.”
Regulus wrapped his fingers around the glass, letting the warmth seep into his palm.
“You alright?” James asked again, softer this time. He reached across the table and took Regulus’ free hand.
There it was again.
That unfiltered sincerity.
Regulus squeezed back.
“Perfect,” he said, and meant it.
James’ shoulders visibly relaxed at the answer.
“Good.” He leaned back in his chair, grinning. “Because after this, we’re getting something sweet.”
Regulus raised a brow. “Sweet.”
“Something irresponsible,” James clarified. “Something aggressively fattening.”
Regulus huffed a quiet laugh. “Rebelling against my figure?”
James frowned. “Your figure is none of my business unless you’re cold and need my jacket.”
Regulus’ expression softened before he could stop it.
“I’d like that,” he said.
“Fattening dessert?” James asked.
“The jacket, too,” Regulus replied evenly.
James blinked.
Then he smiled—not the bright, beaming one.
The softer one.
The one that felt like his.
“Yeah,” James said quietly. “You can have that too.”
So tiktok has basically become a data collector for ICE, if you still have tiktok, delete it now.
Edit to add screenshots. This is extremely dangerous considering what happened with tiktok last year and the rise in ID verifications under the guise of age verifications.
Tell your friends, tell your neighbors, tell your family.
IF YOU ARE DELETING TIKTOK, PLEASE DELETE LEMON8 AND CAPCUT
Lemon8 and Capcut are under the same ownership umbrella in the US.
If you are looking for alternatives, do not use DeVine. DeVine has an anti AI policy, but that is because the creators are feeding the content posted to DeVine into their own AI.
"im lazy" i truly sympathize with executive dysfunction, but this is one of those quality-of-life things you need to prioritize. 3 minutes of research/installation will save you a thousandfold in time and energy. it can even help with brain fog (most people don't realize how much mental energy ads actually steal)
"i like ads" my jaw is on the fucking floor. you chose to live in a sewer, yet you will never be a ninja nor a turtle. you do not have a warrior's heart.
*inhaling deeply and reminding myself that Shaking The Baby only endangers the baby, and does not assist it to learn or grow* in spite of everything there are beautiful and important truths within this world that you must learn, and i must help you to learn
on one side of the world, david hollander is worried neither his son or his wife is going to make it through this labour.
on the other, irina rozanova is cradling her belly to protect her little boy from his father, before he has even met the sun, let alone the beast he will share a home with.
on one side of the world, david and yuna hollander are finally walking out od this hospital, hand in hand, as they listen to nurses sing about their beautiful boy going to the zoo today.
on the other, irina rozanova accepts her perfect ilyushka into her arms, while grigori rozanov is somewhere in a pub, not yet aware his second son has arrived.
on either side of the world, shane hollander and ilya rozanov are loved.
on one side of the world, irina and ilya go for ice cream after his first hockey practice. just them, and its the best day of five year old ilya's life.
on the other side of the world, shane laces up his skates 3 times and clicks his heels together so that his friends will be nice to him today. yuna watches as he gets pushed over by the other five year olds and worries he may never fit in.
on either side of the world, ilya rozanov and shane hollander are loved.
on one side of the world, ilya is convinced that all of russia could hear his scream when he finds his mother dead.
on the other side of the world, shane hollander is swept into a hug as he announces that he is the new captain of his 12u hockey team. this is the best day of 12 year old shane's life.
ilya rozanov is no longer loved, and he isn't sure he ever will be again.
They put drugs in this show, and this edit is the closest I've come to being able to snort it like cocaine. Excluding binging the entire show in 6 hours after first turning on episode one to see what all the fuss was about.
I am currently vibrating out of my skin waiting for the HEATED RIVALRY finale and the cottage and the only thing that has kept me in the general vicinity of sanity has been the absolutely god tier fic. I can't tell you how many times I've had to practically shove my face into my hoodie to try to muffle the cackling laughter because I was not going to explain what I was reading to the people around me, but all the lolz-worthy fic really did help take the edge off the desperate intensity of feelings I had after episode 5.
I meant to post this sooner, but then wound up adding to it and adding to it because I couldn't stop reading and I still am further behind on my reading list than the last time I checked the tag on AO3. What an incredible fandom to get to watch explode, from this medium-sized book fandom I joined just a month before the show started, not even realizing that it was about to get such an incredible adaptation, but goddamn is there some fucking talent here. Hayden and Jackie are getting the love from fandom that they deserve! And you have no idea how many loopy!Shane or social media fics I have read and how each of them are incredible! Centaur team shenanigans! THIS FANDOM IS SO GOOD TO ME.
HEATED RIVALRY - NO I WON’T BE CHILL ABOUT THE GAY HOCKEY PLAYERS SHOW:
please leave a message by Ravenesta, ilya(/shane) & jackie & ocs, 2.4k
Sarah Does anyone have the number for Shane's girl from Boston? I feel bad that they've been seeing each other for this long and we've never added her here. Jackie Oh good point! Let me ask Hayden. Jackie has added Lily to the conversation Lily what what is this
lost in translation by gurlsrool, ilya/shane & troy/harris & centaurs & oc, nsfw, 4.5k
The Centaurs' newest rookie speaks Russian. It's too bad that Shane and Ilya don't know that.
it's a fine line (between love and hate) by londonfoglatte (nimbus2003), ilya/shane & centaurs, nsfw, 4.1k
five times shane and ilya's friends worry they're are on the verge of divorce -- and one time they realize they're flirting.
don't ask (and i won't tell) by londonfoglatte (nimbus2003), ilya/shane & troy/harris & centaurs, NSFW, 4.2k
five times shane and ilya's friends have questions about gay sex -- and one time they wish they knew less.
I'll be Your Father Figure by Signsofsam, ilya/shane & david, 1.5k
Five posts David Hollander makes about Ilya, and one time Ilya returns the favor.
I'll Make It Better by imperfectcircle, kenopsia (indie), ilya/shane, 4.3k
"Hey," Ilya says, magnetized and moving towards him. Shane looks — soft, he looks fine, so fucking breakable but not broken. "There's my man," Shane says, in a small voice, musical. Ilya closes the distance between them, needing to touch him and needing him to lower his voice in equal measure.
it started with a whisper by gurlsrool, troy/harris & ilya/shane & centaurs & cast, 5.8k
When Adrian Dela Cruz reveals he dated an NHL player, chaos and damage control ensue. A story told through texts, tweets, and one pretentious Variety article.
The Waiting Game by Rizandace, ilya/shane & hayden & svetlana, 16k
Hayden Pike and Ilya Rozanov are waiting for Shane to wake up after he took a bad hit on the ice. They get to talking.
still the best (still an asshole) by pucksandpower, ilya/shane & centaurs, NSFW, 18.2k
Four times Ilya Rozanov reminded everyone exactly who the fuck they were dealing with (spoiler: still an asshole, still elite, still not going anywhere), and one time he didn’t have to be anything except soft.
Hop, Bunny, Hop by theemporium, ilya/shane, NSFW, 4.8k
Or, a bet was made and Shane is a good sportsman. That is the only reason he is putting on rozanov's jersey. Promise.
Troublemaker by White_Noise, ilya(/shane) & (scott/)kip, 5k
Kip's first outing as Scott's partner after the Stanley Cup results in an unexpected friendship with Ilya Rozanov.
The same number of stars by GlitterCity, ilya/shane, 2.9k
“Ilya?” Shane said in that same dreamy, loopy voice as that morning. Ilya exhaled in a rush. “Shane,” he said, and wanted to sag against the glass with relief. “What happened? Is something wrong?” “Not! Any moooooooore.”
a long way to go by goldengalaxies, (ilya/)shane & hayden & j.j. & voyageurs, 2.2k
"He's a fucking liar-" J.J shouted. The anger in his voice finally did it for Shane. The emotions bubbled over. "I get it okay! Yes, I lied! Fuck. But it wasn't just my secret to keep. Don't you get that?"
Concussion Protocol by cjr2, ilya/shane & cast, NSFW, 26.7k wip
Instead of Shane, it is Ilya who suffers a concussion during the Boston-Montreal game in April 2017. Dazed and agitated, Ilya briefly starts speaking and responding only in Russian and the medics can’t calm him down. Luckily, Shane started studying Russian after Ilya spoke to him in Russian on the phone from Moscow.
Confidence, Poor Judgment, and a Death Wish by TheHeartWantsWhatTheHeartWants, ilya/shane & troy & centaurs, 17.5k wip
“Hey, Ilya?” Troy asks, already regretting it. “I was actually going to ask you about someone.” The moment he says Shane Hollander’s name, the locker room goes quiet, and Troy knows he’s crossed a line he didn’t fully understand.
The Long Weekend by elephantshoes, ilya/shane, 2.8k
A long weekend at Shane’s cottage is meant to be quiet, private, and uncomplicated. Then Ilya discovers canoes, wildlife, and the exact limits of Shane’s patience—and somewhere between turtles, bets, and stolen kisses, Shane realizes he’s already given Ilya more than a key.
The Way Hockey Is by Erisenyo, ilya/shane & cliff & hayden, 5.6k
“Oh fuck,” Cliff hears himself say out loud as his brain suggests—something. “Roz and Holl…oh, fuck.”
Is Ilya Rozanov Really....? (A 5+1 story) by Ubiquitously_Ubiquitous, ilya/shane & ocs, 12k
Is Ilya Rozanov really . . . ? Or after Ilya signs with the Ottawa Centaurs, five times Ilya’s new neighbors in Ottawa learned he was nothing like they expected, plus the one time he was.
All The Things He Said (Running Through My Head) by lipstickliterature, ilya/shane, NSFW, 6.7k
In Episode 4, Shane leaves the nightclub with Rose. In the book, he leaves alone. But what if he had left with Ilya instead?
MORE RECS UNDER THE CUT because I have zero self-control about the amount of fic I want to shove at you all.
Maybe a Good Change? by burnishedvictory, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie, 4.7k
There’s silence for a while, then Shane says, “Ilya.” Hayden only knows one Ilya, but that’s impossible. But they are in Boston. “Rozanov??”
Jane has been added to the conversation. by dowhile, ilya/shane & ocs, 1.1k
a Shane Boston WAGs companion fic to the very wonderful please leave a message. or: Shane is decidedly not one of the girls.
the anesthesia made me do it by pucksandpower, ilya/shane & cast, 4.2k
Wisdom teeth surgery: 0/10, would not recommend. Confessing your feelings to your secret boyfriend while high on anesthesia in front of a nurse: -10/10, please make it stop.
Outed by Pain Killers by maysachilles, (ilya/)shane & hayden, ~1k
Hayden Pike visits his friend Shane Hollander in the hospital after his accident. He was not expecting him to come out, much less confess his love for Ilya Rozanov.
Jane has been added to the conversation. by dowhile, ilya/shane & ocs, ~1k
a Shane Boston WAGs companion fic to the very wonderful please leave a message.
BREAKING: Shane Hollander has ADMITTED to sleeping with Teddy Bears by leaveittome, ilya/shane, 1k
JOHN - Interviewer: Do you feel any emotions towards the Boston Raiders after they injured you, and took you out of the playoffs? Shane Hollander: I feel a lot of emotions towards their team. JOHN - Interviewer: Any in specific? Shane Hollander: Romantic feelings. JOHN - Interviewer: Uh. Romantic? What does that mean? (Presumed) Yuna Hollander: Please excuse him. He’s concussed.
truth or drink by thepinkcrayon, ilya/shane, nsfw, 1.8k
Shane and Ilya just came out as an engaged couple. They choose to do some press, including playing Truth or Drink.
Quiet after the win by hollzy81, ilya/shane, depression themes, 1k
Ilya drinks to cope and crashes hard. Shane is gentle, patient, and exactly what he needs.
Can I Tell You A Secret? by TheSpillwaysOfYourSoul, (ilya/)shane & (hayden/)jackie, 2k
Jackie Pike watches a very drugged up Shane after his accident and he tells her his secret
In Sickness and In Health... by SmolValkyrie, ilya/shane & centaurs, 1.7k
It's Shane's first physical with the Centaurs. He forgets to mention that he typically passes out when he gets blood drawn. Ilya, naturally, freaks out.
Hollanov does the Autocomplete Interview (NOT CLICKBAIT) by Will_Duck_You_Up, ilya/shane & harris & cast, 2.3k
Harris gets Shane and Ilya to do an autocorrect interview. This has unpredictable and unforeseen consequences.
notifications: Yuna Hollander tagged you in a photo by WeirdV, ilya/shane & david/yuna & centaurs, 3.6k wip
Harris Drover might be in charge of the Centaurs social media - he cannot tell Yuna Hollander what she can and cannot post.
Tad Too Tight by reynoldsz, ilya/shane & centaurs, ~1k
Being married on the same team can be proven difficult. Especially for rookies that don’t know the extent. Or, Ilya Rozanov chooses Shane Hollander anyway.
Dream Foursome? by yeobiewrites, ilya/shane & scott/kip, ~1k
Scott Hunters Jealousy Reaches New Heights Due To Ilya Rozanov
Hockey Moms Weekend by mightyismypen, ilya(/shane) & yuna, 3k
He was used to being without her. The pain never went away but the sting became manageable; something he could tuck away and avoid ever thinking about. Except when he couldn’t. Like during Hockey Moms Weekend.
three words, eight letters. by boewisvt, ilya/shane & centaurs, 1.8k
“Okay, but I have to ask… who said it first?” Ilya tried to play it cool, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Who said what first?” “You know,” Haas chimed in, voice teasing. “I love you.”
a different kind of game by thepinkcrayon, ilya/shane & centaurs, NSFW, 3.7k
Shane and Ilya came out as a couple and started playing for the same team. They get to travel together now. Ilya wants to have some fun, and Shane can't say no to his boyfriend. That's how he ends up with a plug in his ass on an airplane surrounded by teammates.
Sock Puppet by smugrobotics, ilya/shane, NSFW, ~1k
How to train your boyfriend in one week, guaranteed.
keeping up with shane hollander by everythingeverywhere, ilya/shane, ~1k
or, ilya has his google alerts set to notify him of all the latest and greatest shane hollander news
On The Mat by leiascully, ilya/shane, NSFW, 1.5k
Ilya learns to relax, sort of.
all tied up by strandnreyes, ilya/shane & hayden, nsfw, 1.5k
When Ilya accidentally cuffs him and Shane to the bed, there’s only one person in Montreal they can call to get the key.
Bad Genes and Ugly Noses by mightyd0lphin, ilya/shane, 2k
Ilya's first evening at Shane's cottage. They start to learn to talk to each other.
even steven by rowed, ilya/shane & hayden, 1k
“I mean, I already knew you were whipped,” Hayden continued playfully, “but this is a new level of down bad even for you.” Shane raised an eyebrow at his best friend. “Down bad? Who taught you that?”
Aqua Vitae by a_stray_thief (ashtraythief), ilya/shane, NSFW, 4.2k
Five times people think Ilya is drinking vodka straight from the bottle, and one time he actually does.
The Centaurs Have a PR Problem (and It’s Married) by Justaromanticfool, ilya/shane & luca/oc & centaurs, NSFW, 41.4k
Shane and Ilya are finally on the same team! The Centaurs’ communications and PR department hasn’t known peace since.
We’re Sick like Animals by lightningMcWeeb, ilya/shane, NSFW, 2.5k
“You don't get sick?” Shane asked, accusatory, after a few more seconds. “Da. Of course not. We are not weak like boring Canadians.”
across the wires by Ravenesta, ilya(/shane) & (hayden/)jackie, 4.1k
Hayden groans. "Rozanov? Dude, what are you doing in my fucking house? "It is girls' night," Ilya informs him primly. "I am one of girls."
i could take away the shaking knees by gurlsrool, ilya/shane & scott/kip & troy/harris & centaurs, 5.7k
“Kip, help,” Scott says. “Rozanov’s trying to make us play never have I ever because he never matured past the age of twelve.” “I am trying,” Ilya slurs more than says, “to make memories.”
and it took some time (but i understand it now) by stars4chloe, ilya/shane & hayden & rose & cast, 2.6k
5 times Shane spoke Russian and no one could understand why - and 1 time they did.
kindness is love with its work boots on by Sapphic_terror, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie, 7.5k
Or, Shane doesn’t wake up so easily and Hayden Pike somehow ends up taking care of Ilya Rozanov. (Jackie does the heavy lifting; he’s just there for the ride and realizations.)
Yuna Hollander Figures It Out by beautifulduckweed, ilya/shane & yuna, 2.1k
Yuna is waiting for her son to finally come out and tell the truth: that he's in love with his teammate and best friend of the last eight years, Hayden Pike.
Centaurs In Love by oopsireaditagain, ilya/shane & ryan & centaurs, 2.2k
It's Shane's first day at Centaurs training camp. Everyone (especially Ilya) is very welcoming. And a friend decides to drop by for a surprise visit. :)
you go down (while the world watches) by lola_prongs, ilya/shane & cast, 1.4k
Or, the one where hockey twitter reacts to Shane Hollander’s injury during the Metros x Raiders game and Ilya Rozanov’s reaction to it.
What Jackie Knows by probablylily, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie, 4.1k
5 times Jackie learns something about Shane + 1 time she learns something about Ilya
Sarang-ni by mokuseisan, ilya/shane, NSFW, 1.6k
OR, Shane gets his wisdom tooth removed and returns to Ilya high on drugs, featuring his unfortunate oral fixation.
Meeting the team by WeirdV, ilya/shane & centaurs, 2k
Ilya brings Shane to a team event for the first time - they haven’t told anyone he wants to join the team next season. But Ilya can finally bring him as his plus one - and he will take advantage of that.
Vodka Cranberry by kooksie, ilya/shane, 5.1k
After the hookup where Shane and Ilya didn’t kiss, Shane nearly passes out in his rival’s hotel room.
against the tiles of the locker room by saythemahae, ilya/shane, NSFW, 2.6k
“You have a filthy mouth, Captain,” Ilya murmured, his voice thick with contempt and desire. “I will clean it for you.” Then, Ilya—fucking finally—leaned in.
Overtime Confessions by ThePromptWasntThisLong (shredded_potato), ilya/shane, NSFW, 3.9k
Caught between the roar of the rink and the hush of a locked door, Shane insists he can’t stand Ilya, but everything changes once he’s pinned, moaning “Daddy,” and Ilya starts calling him “baby” like a promise he intends to keep.
WAG Support Network by stabthroughme, ilya/shane & jackie & ocs, 2.6k
Shane went down hard, bleeding on the ice, and Ilya was hiding in a stairwell to avoid Shane's teammates when he caught up on the WAG chat and saw the missed call from Jackie.
sweet tooth by rosepetal, ilya/shane, 1.3k
“Sorry…Who are you?” Shane builds up the courage to ask when he knows they’re alone again. The man’s piercing eye contact is making him squirm a little, but it’s not unwanted. It makes Shane's stomach flip actually. “I am Ilya” “Ilyaaaaa.” He tests the name out, it feels right. Familiar. He lets out a small giggle at how ridiculous he must sound right now.
sophomore slump or comeback of the year? by rowed, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie, nsfw, ~1k
A wave of emotions washed over Hayden then, a strange combination of annoyance, despair, self-pity, and abject horror. Luckily for him, Shane and Jackie were approaching with the children in tow before Rozanov could say anything else that would scar him for life. “Shane. Shane! Did you hear what he just said?” Hayden asked hysterically.
Dig Two Graves by devovitsuasartes, ilya/shane & centaurs & ocs, nsfw, graphic content/scenes, 28k
The Montreal Voyageurs won't stop slinging mud at Shane in the press, so Shane and Ilya decide to get revenge the best way they know how.
Shane Hollander vs. the Cat by barelypink, ilya/shane & centaurs, NSFW, 7.4k
Or Shane and Ilya adopt a cat. Hijinks, sex, and feelings ensue. (Not with the cat. They're not perverts, I promise.)
A Lily by Any Other Name by V_L2_3, ilya/shane & hayden & rose, 3.9k
Or: Shane decides to come out to Hayden after breaking up with Rose, and Hayden is determined to find out who Lily is.
everything subdural by Anonymous, ilya/shane, 10.2k
Shane gets laid out cold on the ice for the first time in his career. A month later, things go sideways again, and Ilya realizes he doesn't have forever to figure it out anymore.
I Freaking Knew It by sreside94, ilya/shane & ocs, 1.3k
Shane Hollander has never been normal. But it's pretty weird when he says Ilya Rozanov's first name while semi-conscious on the ice. Shane and Ilya might think no one ever caught on to them, but Marc knew.
Cliff Knows by bombshellblonde, ilya/shane & cliff & hayden, 1k
Cliff Marleau has known about Roz and Hollander for years. But unlike some people he didn’t post videos about them.
The Annoying Best Friend of My Husband is My Enemy? by broidkwhatimdoing, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie & centaurs, nsfw, 2.7k
Ilya gets in a fight during a game with Boston. It's not for the reason anyone expects.
where the lovelight gleams by gurlsrool, ilya/shane & david/yuna & troy/harris, NSFW, 10k
the sugary highs and lows of Christmas Day through the years, from Ilya Rozanov's perspective.
Then It Hits (That I'm Damned) by somethingwild (heartenedevasion), ilya/shane & cast, NSFW, 5.5k
Or: despite the initial fear, the world doesn't end when Shane Hollander realizes he loves Ilya Rozanov. Now, he just has to convince Ilya of that same truth. An adjusted timeline. A collection of moments. A story about completing someone, despite the odds.
the baby monitor by alaska_was_taken, ilya/shane & david/yuna & hayden, 1.4k
or how Hayden, Yuna and David found out about Hollanov after Shane’s accident, because they set up a baby monitor
You Got Me Dizzy (I Can't Even See My Way) by servetas, ilya/shane, NSFW, 5.2k
Shane knows how to say about four words in Russian, and Ilya loses his mind
Not Gay Not Straight But a Secret Third Thing by shadowmaster13, ilya/shane & cliff, ~1k
Set during Ilya's final season with Boston.
longing in the afterglow by RavenOfRao, ilya/shane, 1.8k
In which Shane wants Ilya to teach him some Russian.
in the murky deep by boxysmiles, ilya/shane, nsfw, 7.5k
Shane drops. It's unfortunate timing.
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