i find so funny that so many fics write shane as a nagging wife that would be so mad at ilya joking around and fighting on ice but shane would never be mad at Ilya for that. everything ilya does shane finds it so endearing. shane loves the hell of his russian man. the only thing that makes shane mad is jealousy and when ilya refuses to be open with him but other than that? nah shane loves every aspect of ilya’s personality.
ok i'm still thinking about the branding thing. au where your soulmate leaves a brand on you in some way when you touch them - maybe their ring leaves a mark when you shake hands, or you both come away with marks from brushing arms on the subway - and they burn hot, just for a moment, just enough to make you notice. and shane and ilya both think they're fine because nothing happened when they met. they shook hands, and slammed each other into the boards, and kissed and touched and fucked and nothing. and it's perfect. until it isn't. until they both want more and want to stop wanting more but can't bring themselves to break it off despite the fact that they're both sure that any day now the other one will meet their soulmate. and it'll all be over. and then the tuna meltdown happens and then rose happens and ilya feels sick. constantly, every day, desperately wishing he'd been able to leave a mark on shane, that shane had left his mark on him. wishing even more desperately that he didn't want that. he's so sure that she's left her mark on shane that he almost doesn't go to tampa. almost comes up with some bullshit excuse. but he goes and shane walks into that bar looking so beautiful, his eyes and his smile and his freckles. and he's preparing to have his fears confirmed, but then shane says they weren't compatible. and he thinks he knows what it means and there's hope stirring in his belly, and when he finds shane on the beach and he asks for ilya's room number the hope crawls up his throat. but their thumbs brush and still nothing. no heat, no marks. and then up in that room, shane tells him he's gay, and ilya tells shane about his father, and shane kisses him and rocks him and just holds him. and when they finally fuck again it's slower and more reverent than ever before, and he flips shane on his belly and grinds into him slow and deep, leans down to whisper russian in his ear, because shane seems to like that, and his necklace lands on shane's shoulder. and it doesn't quite light up, not exactly. but ilya can see it. see when it goes hot and hear when shane cries out and comes, clenching around ilya and pulling him over the edge with him, and then ilya looks at the mark, traces it, kisses it, and shane whispers was that -?, and ilya doesn't really know what to say. yes doesn't seem like enough. nothing he could say does. he just lays his head on shane and nods. and feels tears prickling his eyes again. and shane pushes him off and goes to the bathroom to look and ilya's stomach drops again. he's sure shane is going to come back and tell ilya they can't. that he doesn't want him. that it must just be one sided. but instead he comes back and lays down and wraps himself around ilya, burying his face in his chest, and then ilya feels it - white hot, for just a moment. and shane sits up and they both look down and see a perfect imprint of shane's freckles right over ilya's heart.
Shane doesnt really believe ilya's been in love with him since they were 17 until he reveals that when the plane was going down and he was feverishly texting Shane, while he was begging something higher than himself for more time to love Shane properly, the image in his head after 12+ years of scenes he could conjure was a parking lot outside a rink in Saskatchewan, and a pretty, freckled boy telling him he shouldnt smoke there.
hollanov is batshit crazy about each other and the centaurs are mildly concerned about it but they seem well-adjusted regardless and it helps them win games so whatever. they do have a bit of an existential crisis about it though. like are they supposed to be that obsessed with their partner too? to which their partner say if they were that clingy the partner would be very scared.
Ilya takes his time tying his shoes. Really, he's re-tying them at this point, but admitting that is a little pathetic. He's just - he's enjoying this, Shane's voice is bright and pleased, and there's this pleased air around both of them that makes Ilya want to linger.
"So obviously we won't see each other during the Olympics right?" Shane asks. And there goes that pleased air. He gives up on his shoe and straightens up.
"Yeah. Right." He realizes he has not yet considered this aspect of the Olympics. Obviously they are both captains of their respective teams, but with everything else to consider about Sochi Ilya had not quite thought about what it would mean to have to interact, or be seen interacting, with Shane.
"Your parents must be-" Shane starts again, and there's another topic Ilya would rather stay well clear of.
"You should not text me either." Ilya interrupts. Shane stops, and stares at him, body going still, eyes searching. Ilya feels guilty for a brief moment, and hurries to explain. "While in Russia." A little bit of tension leaks from Shane's shoulders, and his brow furrows.
Several of his Team Russia teammates and vets have already been telling stories about their phones or their hotel rooms being bugged. Ilya's not sure if he believes it, but better safe than sorry. "They'll be watching." That much, at least, is for sure. "I am not sure if Jane will be enough to protect us if they see something."
Shane is frowning slightly, and Ilya realizes he probably doesn't know of the newest 'promotion' laws in Russia. He feels a burst of irritation at that, and blows out a breath. He reminds himself that he has no idea what laws Canada has about this, so probably he has no space to judge here. "It is illegal," he explains, haltingly. The law is deliberately vague, so explaining it is difficult. "Two men -" he stops. He is a professional athlete in great shape, his heart should not be beating this quickly.
Shane blinks at him, his mouth opens and then closes twice. Ilya is reminded of the way the dots appear and disappear so often while they text, and one side of his mouth lifts in a fond smile.
"Will you - are you safe there?"
Ilya shakes his head, "I do not do anything there that they would disapprove of. And it is better for them, if I am on the ice rather than -" he stops himself from saying in jail, "anywhere else."
Shane looks worried still but Ilya feels better. Maybe he has passed some of his fears into Shane, and maybe that isn't fair, but he's able to smile wider, and tease "Do not worry. When you come back here with your bronze medal I will be happy to text you all the dirty thoughts you missed." He leans in closer as he says it, one knee on the stair above him so he can lean into Shane's space.
It takes an extra moment than usual, but Shane responds with the expected, "Fuck you."
There's still a line scrunched between Shane's eyebrows and Ilya wants it gone. "Hey, remember when I made you come hands free?"
They're so close, Ilya can see Shane's pupils expand as his eyes go dark. "Go fuck yourself."
Ilya grins, and croons, "Such a good trick" as he leans in. They kiss, soft and close. It's insane, but it feels kind of like taking a deep breath after being underwater. Hollander has a very good mouth.
"Your cab is definitely here." Hollander says. And that's very true. There's only so many times someone can re-tye their shoes while waiting for a car.
"Hmm, I will text you when we are back." Ilya says, straightening up, grabbing his jacket from Shane's arms as he goes.
"Promise?" Hollander asks, clearly trying to make it seem like a joke. Ilya just smiles back at him as he opens the door.
I need hollanov to have kids, if only to see them navigate being part of the PTA. You think they talk shit about people in the hockey world? It's nothing compared to the drama they get involved with on the PTA. Shane hates the PTA chair from day fucking one and it's his whole mission to replace her with someone who isn't a fucking bigot on an ego trip.
Ilya tries to be a little more careful. Sure he bitches about her over wine to Shane and some of their friends in the PTA, but the PTA chair's son is in the same class as their daughter, so even if they manage to oust her, they'll probably still have to deal with her for the whole time their daughter is at the school and is it worth the fucking headache that would be?
But then one day he and Shane get called to the school because their daughter was caught fighting with the PTA chair's son. And when they get the full story, it turns out the PTA prince had been bullying their daughter for having two dads. And PTA chair is adamant that her precious Caden would never bully. Sure, because of their religious beliefs, they don't condone Shane and Ilya's lifestyle, but their Caden would never use that as a reason to bully anyone.
And that's when Ilya sees fucking red. He's like "Oh so you just tell Caden that Rini's dads shouldn't be together because god says so and are now surprised that he would say that at school to our daughter? Do you even fucking know how children work? Have you read a single fucking parenting book? Well, in our house, our religion is hockey and in our religion, if someone talks shit you're allowed to punch them as hard as you want."
And okay, Rini still gets suspended, but so does Caden, and when news spreads of what happened, the PTA calls an emergency vote of no confidence. The PTA members all really want Shane to stand for chair, but he insists it should be one of their lovely mom friends who's been campaigning for stronger anti-bullying measures at the school. And from then on, even though neither of them are ever on the main committee, it becomes common knowledge that unless Shane and Ilya like you, you're never becoming PTA chair. They're that serious about protecting their kid.
my hc is that ilya is more a clean freak than shane. ilya had to grow up really early after he’s mom died and his father is military so he was running that house like the navy. i bet he’s expected everything to be spotless. and even if ilya and shane started to living alone at the same time, shane always had both of his parents doing all the things they could for him. so i think shane likes things organized but he doesn’t mind a little of a mess, ilya on the other hand like the things clean. and both of them agree with no shoes inside the house and no outside clothes on the bed. so no heteronormativity in this relationship, ilya is not a messy boy and shane is not a nagging wife. i think they just argue about the best way of organizing and cleaning the house.
anyway good morning a crucial tenet of hollanov’s relationship is that they’re equals and they’re the only people in the world who could ever be each other’s equal. they were supposed to stand alone at the top but they’re there together. shane does not view ilya as a lazy useless inconvenience. ilya does not view shane as a nagging killjoy. they are equals and they both think the other is the best thing since sliced bread and they love each other but more importantly they LIKE each other. stop making them not like each other!
like ilya spends his entire life being told (by people objectively shittier than he is) that he’s not good enough, he’s lazy, he’s undisciplined, he lets people down. and then he meets the one person who would actually be in a position to assess whether ilya is any of those things, and shane just earnestly looks into his fucking soul and says no, they were wrong. ‘you’re an awesome player to watch’ ‘i don’t know that side of you at all’ ‘this isn’t what this is. me and you’
and it’s such a fucking tragedy that people are trying to push MyIlya back into a setting where he’s constantly being lectured about his inadequacies by the very person that canonically reminds him all the time that those inadequacies were figments of his dad’s imagination
i REFUSE to believe that during the secret relationship era shane and ilya didn’t take photos together…digital cameras exist and they are millionaires!!!! and i knowwww ilya loves a dirty polaroid…i just know!!
No I agreeeeeeee I think the only way Shane would have been okay with it is if they were Polaroids that he could look away safely, know where they are and keep them safe under lock and key. They each have their own fancy lock boxes that Shane bought them, keys safely stored away. They have a handful of Polaroid that are just for them. It is a bit over the top- Shane knows but this is the most precious thing to him he can’t risk it.
The photos include:
Shane on his knees, face planted into Ilya’s crotch, Ilya’s hand cradling the back of his head
Shane laid on the bed, eyes closed, face blissed out with his face covered in Ilya’s cum, Ilya’s thumb playing with his lips
Shane on his knees, Ilya’s hand gripping his waist
Ilya naked and flexing with a big stupid grin
Ilya between Shane’s legs, Shane’s thighs over his shoulders, only his curls visible
Shanes ass, Ilya’s big hand gripping one cheek, able to see a hint of his hole, dripping out cum and puffy
Ilyas chest, covered in cum
Shane’s chest, covered in cum
Blurry photo of Shane sat across Ilya’s lap, mid riding him, cock hard and dripping against his tummy
Ilya at therapy being like ‘you were supposed to fix me so I can be good enough for Shane!’ Baby. Sweet boy. That sentence is literally why you’re here
the first time ilya takes shane to the club after they get married, he shaves beforehand, puts on a tight black tank top and sprays himself with his fuckboy cologne from the hookup era. shane is already horny for him even before they leave the house — crucially, he loves fuckboy ilya, because come on, he’s been fucking this man for years when he looked exactly like this.
at the club, ilya buys out the entire dj set to only play 2010s club anthems all night long. he wants to give shane the ultimate 2010s clubbing experience he never had, but also make up for all those nights ilya had to spend dancing and making out with strangers and not the one person he wanted. but now he gets to do all this with his husband! who is delightfully hard for him by the way, because shane finds sleazy club slut ilya absolutely irresistible. ilya is gripping his hips, grinding against him, licking his neck and whispering the dirtiest filth into his ear, and shane gets dizzying butterflies he imagines all those girls got back then. and he isn’t even retroactively jealous, because now his ring is on ilya’s finger, and oh god, he gets to be taken home by ilya rozanov! he gets to have all his attention now and get railed stupid by him later!! in their shared home!!! shane is living his dream life, and ilya is right there with him.
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