All things obsession. All time consuming. Multi Fandom: Suits, Merlin, The Flash, Arrow, Teen Wolf, Marvel, Harry Potter, Dr. Who... Multi Ships: Come ask me! Most recently Hollanov but forever Cherik, Merthur, Sterek...(2026 Active!) Sochi - Los Angeles, CA
One day at the cottage, Shane and Ilya wake up super early and they're both hard, so obviously they have lazy morning sex about it. Then they fall asleep and when they wake up again they go for round two, then a third one in the shower.
"Three rounds before breakfast," Shane comments while they're drying off. "That has to be a personal record."
As soon as he's said it, he and Ilya lock eyes, the same idea occurring to them both.
This is how they end up spending the whole day trying to wring as many orgasms out of each other as physically possible.
It's fun at first, a little bit aggressive in a playful way. They try out new positions and chirp each other ("That's five for me, try to keep up Hollander!") and just generally have a great time with it.
As it takes them longer and longer to get hard after each round, the mood shifts. They are nearly constantly touching and it should get to be too much, shouldn't it, but instead it's like something's been unlocked for them, a bottomless hunger kept at bay for years because they never had enough time to satiate it.
They have time now and they are gorging themselves. It's desperate, almost frenzied, and they're not even talking in between rounds anymore, too busy kissing every inch of each other they can reach.
Eventually, they start to get tired. They've been sore for hours and it's starting to get painful now, so again the mood shifts. The touches turn gentler. Ilya spoons Shane and fucks into him, hips just barely moving because it's painful for the both of them but neither one wants to stop.
That last round lasts forever and by the time they finally come, they're both crying. Shane turns around as soon as Ilya slips out of him, giving him the softest, most tender little kiss.
"I really don't wanna get up to shower," he mutters, the first clear words spoken by either of them in hours. "I don't know if I can even walk right now. This was a terrible idea."
Ilya laughs. "It was maybe not a good one," he agrees. "I think my dick might fall off."
"Mine too," Shane groans. He tucks his face in the crook of Ilya's neck, where he is warm and sticky with sweat. It would gross Shane out if he wasn't also sweaty all over. "At least we broke double digits."
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So after Shane leaves the Metros, the team starts sending out Hayden Pike to do press to cover their asses and keep their more asshole-ish players from saying slurs in front of reporters.
After one inconsequential game, a reporter asks about what Coach Theriault and Hayden think of the future of hockey with their former star player playing with his husband. Theriault says some shitty PR nothing answer laced with so much disdain that Hayden just. can't. take. anymore.
Obviously his team wants him to shit-talk his best friend and de facto brother-in-law who happen to be playing the best hockey of a generation (he will never let Ilya know he thinks this). The reporter obviously is chomping at the bit for a "dissension in the locker room" story that will make his life even more miserable. So, fuck the both of them.
"and how about you Hayden, what do you think about the future of hockey with Hollander and Rozanov?"
"Well, I think they should get on having kids, like surrogacy or adoption of something"
Dead silence, the reporter blinks in confusion. He can feel the glare coming off Theriault burning into the side of his face. He doesn’t turn his head and blithely goes on.
“Yeah, specifically 3 girls. I have 3 girls so if they have 3 girls, we’d have a whole hockey team to start in the pee-wees and get to the PWHL. My Ruby would obviously be a defender. She’d spend her whole life in the box, but she'd be such a good enforcer, especially if she was playing with her sisters. Jade is sneaky fast, so forward for her. And I know Amber is a baby, but I swear she’s got goalie eyes. My son Arthur is already the peacemaker of the family, so Uncle Shane could start training him up on all the rules so he can be our ref. But Shane and Ilya would have to get themselves another defender and a right or left wing with a center. Yep, that’s the future in hockey I’d love to see with Hollander and Rozanov”
Thus Hayden makes headlines bigger than any other time in his whole career. His time in the locker room does get shittier, but it’s all worth it for the call from Shane telling him that Ilya loved his vision of the future so much he cried looking at baby girl names online and researching PWHL teams.
ahh sorry I don't mean to bother you about your fics 😭 there was one that was posted but something funky with ao3 happened & I never saw it uploaded. It was the one where Shane was pregnant but Ilya was sick? But I honestly love your work, your writing is amazing. I'm always excited when I see something from you! ❤️❤️
omg wait this actually made my day
i was literally thinking about this fic again recently and missing it, so the fact that you remembered it??? 🥹
i’m planning to post it later this week
thank you so much for saying that about my writing, seriously
it means a lot more than you know 🫶 i’m really glad you’re here
In the final moment, Williams turns to Storrie and does a version of Ilya's "attack-y" face, as Tierney describes it. He left that sweet exchange in to show how Shane is capable of breaking his guarded facade. "I think Shane does have a playful side that is stifled... Under every scene in season 1, there's not much room for super goofy play," Williams says. "There's a tentative nature to episode 6. Although it's calm, it's still like, 'Can this work, when we're left alone to our own devices?'"
"It does feel like a puppy learning to play," Tierney adds.
Shane does an interview after they're outed where he says, kind of off-handedly, that the one thing that still bothers him about having to keep their relationship secret for so long is that there are no pictures of them together as a couple from those years.
Someone clips it and it goes viral.
Over the next few days, Shane and Ilya's mentions start to get flooded with pictures. Mostly it's screenshots from various games they played against each other, meticulously picked through by dedicated fans to find every moment Shane and Ilya looked at each other on the ice.
Some screenshots get shared by hundreds of different people because they stand out so obviously: Shane and Ilya meeting each other's eyes during a face off; Ilya looking at Shane while his back is turned, naked longing visible on his face; Shane chasing after Ilya with a small but delighted grin.
There are also pictures from press events, award ceremonies, behind the scenes at All Stars. Seemingly any time Shane and Ilya got captured in the same frame gets dug up and shared.
Finally, a couple of weeks later, the director of Shane and Ilya's CCM commercial posts outtakes from their shoot. It's captioned 'Took a bit of digging but I knew I still had these somewhere! I had to make my contribution to the #HollanovArchives even though this must have been a while before they got together. These kids had crazy chemistry, right from the start!'
Shane hasn't responded to the onslaught yet, too overwhelmed by the (slightly terrifying) dedication of their fans as well as the fact that he now has dozens of pictures clearly displaying his and Ilya's love for each other during a time in their lives when it was so desperately hidden.
He does respond now, sharing the director's post with a sincere (and publicist-approved) caption thanking him and the fans.
Ilya also shares the post, tacking on 'yes if a while means a few hours 👅' like he didn't cry when Shane showed him the videos.
It was nice to dip my toe back into the fandom from an artist POV, if a little sad that in the end none of my authors made it to the finish line.
The idea here was for a modern day magical mystery, where Merlin gets called in to consult on a murder case with a suspect / witness who appears to be in a mental health crisis, and who looks oddly familiar. Maybe Merlin lost his memory or has been reincarnated, but he feels drawn to the mysterious man and compelled to help him.
The idea behind the second piece is that Gaius has prolonged his life through the use of magic, but at a high cost, not only to himself.
it is just endlessly so funny to me that a central issue in the tuna meltdown is that ilya is trying to account for shane's moves in a game of 3d chess and meanwhile shane is just desperately trying to play tic tac toe
ilya is layering his questions in like four layers of misdirect while still trying to get the answers he wants and then shane is just asking "you want me to stay?" "you want to make me food?" "do you have a girlfriend?"
ilya is out here coming up with his riddles three to see if he can cross over the becoming a boyfriend bridge, and he could have ACTUALLY DONE IT if he'd been able to ask "hey, do you want to be exclusive and not just fuck buddies?"
man was out here writing a novel when a one sentence survey question would have actually achieved his goal
The league sends out a notice at the end of the 2018 All Stars game in Tampa that there's a measles outbreak. Shane isn't too concerned since he knows that he's up to date on all his childhood vaccines, and, he assumes, everyone else in the MHL is as well.
So he thinks nothing of it when Ilya calls him a few hours after landing in Boston to say he thinks he's coming down with a cold.
Shane commiserates with him until Ilya insists what would really make him feel better is Shane taking off all his clothes. Shane rolls his eyes fondly before complying.
It's not until Ilya calls Shane again two days later, not feeling any better, that he begins to worry.
"Shane, I am dying," Ilya mutters as Shane appraises him through the video camera.
Ilya is being dramatic, but Shane still sees that his eyes are red and watery, and, more concerningly, some kind of rash is forming across his face.
"I no longer believe this is a cold," Ilya adds.
Shane doesn't think it is either, and, because he's visiting his parents for the day, he calls them over to look at Ilya.
"No, no. This is embarrassing, Shane," Ilya mutters. "Is it not bad enough that you are seeing me like this?"
Shane sighs. "I already told them to look, and this is about your health, okay?"
When they get a good look at Ilya, there's a sharp intake of breath from David as Yuna says, "Ilya, do you have something to put on that rash?"
"It doesn't hurt really. It only looks bad," Ilya says.
"Have you been to the doctor?" David asks. "Because I'm not going to sugar coat it; this looks like measles."
"Measles?" Shane asks incredulously.
"What is "measles"? Ilya asks.
"You should have got a vaccine, um, a shot for it when you were a kid," Shane says.
"Oh, measles, like in the notice," Ilya says. "There was a vaccine, but, I am allergic to part of vaccine."
"Oh, oh no," Shane says, and his mom takes his phone from him as he starts to freak out. He knows measles is no joke.
He vaguely hears his mom telling Ilya to get a doctor's appointment as soon as possible and to call them back.
Once she's hung up, Yuna asks, "Shane, does Ilya have anyone in Boston that can take care of him?"
"Maybe Svetlana?" Shane says, wishing he didn't feel jealous at the mere idea. He should want anyone that could be there for Ilya to be there.
He's starting doing a little research and knows this could end with Ilya having a dangerously high fever or having pneumonia.
Yuna hums thoughtfully but doesn't say anything else.
XXX
Ilya refuses to use video chat when he calls back. "I look so bad, Shane. Even worse than before. The rash -- it is spreading everywhere. Your dad was right. It is measles, and I cannot do anything on the ice for two weeks."
"Do you even feel up for hockey?" Shane asks.
"No, I almost do not feel up to this call," Ilya admits, punctuating the sentiment with a raw, barking cough.
"Hey, get some rest, okay, but do you think maybe Svetlana could come check on you?" Shane asks.
"No, Svetlana is visiting family in Russia. I ...have no one here but teammates," Ilya says a little brokenly before seeming to realize it. "It's okay. Do not worry about it. I will be okay."
"I just wish I could be there for you," Shane says, as he absolutely worries about it, before telling Ilya to get some rest and hanging up.
Then he throws his head in his hands. He hates that Ilya is going through this alone, but it's not like he can go to Boston. He has a game in two days.
"Hey Shane, look up at me, sweetheart," Yuna says as she pads back into the living room. "We aren't going to let Ilya be by himself for this. I've got a flight to Boston booked for this evening."
"You're really going to do that for Ilya?" Shane asks as he pulls his mom into a hug.
"Of course, I am. You two are in it for the long haul, so he's family," Yuna says.
XXX
Ilya barely comprehends when Shane says his mother is coming to check on him. Boston is so far from Ottawa.
She has no reason to do this.
So he's more than a little surprised when she calls him at around eleven in the evening.
"Hey Ilya, I'm just outside. Shane gave me the code so you don't need to let me in or anything, but I didn't want to startle you," she says.
"Very polite," Ilya manages around the tightness in his throat. "Thank you!"
Ten minutes later, Yuna has dropped her suitcase in the guest room and inspected Ilya's kitchen and the detritus surrounding him on the couch.
"Looks like you need more Gatorade and tissues," she says. "I'll run to the store in the morning. You need anything else?"
Ilya blinks his watery eyes at her and still can't believe she's really there. That she really flew to him because he was sick. That she's offering to go grocery shopping for him.
"I ...no," he says because she'd already picked up on the two things he'd known he needed more of. That he wasn't sure how he was going to get because all he wants to do is sleep.
"You did not have to do this," he says weakly.
Yuna drops onto the couch next to him and puts her hand against his forehead. "That's the fever talking. Of course I'm going to take care of my kid."
Ilya thinks he must have misheard her and rolls into the couch.
"Now when's the last time you took something?" Yuna asks.
"I do not know. I slept most of day," Ilya says.
"Well, let me get you some Tylenol and you can go right back to it," Yuna says.
XXX
The next day, Yuna works on her laptop at the bar in the kitchen, watching Ilya sleep out of the corner of her eye.
The rash is covering his whole body. He's red eyed and listless. He's coughing raggedly in his sleep.
Most concerning, though, is that his fever keeps going up.
The last thing Yuna wants to do is drag him to the hospital, but she knows if it gets any higher, she's going to have to.
Shane calls her to ask how he's doing after Ilya lets his own calls go to voicemail, and she reluctantly admits, "he's not great. But don't worry, I promise I've got him."
And she really hopes she's keeping that promise when she calls 911 an hour later because Ilya's fever is nearly 40.
She holds Ilya's hand in the ambulance even though she's not even sure he's aware of anything going on around him.
She doesn't know how she's going to tell Shane, and she's embarrassed that she almost immediately has to call him from the ER because she can't remember what year Ilya was born.
"Shane, they're doing everything they can to get his fever down," Yuna says, trying to radiate a calm to him that she doesn't personally feel.
She keeps looking over at Ilya, and he's listless and so unanimated that it scares her.
"I know," Shane says. "I just hate that I'm not there. But I'm really glad you're there. God, mom, what if you hadn't been?"
"Don't worry about that, Shane, because I was, and he's in the best possible hands right now," Yuna says.
"Yeah, yeah, okay. I have to go back to practice. I'm going to be shit, but it's not like I can just leave... right?" Shane asks.
Yuna hates a little that Shane can't. She doesn't know what she would do if she couldn't drop everything to be at David's side.
But there's so much at stake.
"No, Shane, you can't. You know that," Yuna says. "I'll let you know as soon as I know anything else.
XXX
It's a long couple of hours before Ilya wakes up in earnest. He'd been in and out all afternoon but hardly lucid.
His fever is finally down to a more comfortable 38.8, but they still want to keep him for observation.
When they have him in a room, he blinks up at her before whispering, "you take good care of me for Shane."
"Hey," Yuna says, brushing his curls back from his damp forehead, "this isn't just for Shane. I care about you, Ilya. I don't have it all planned out like Shane probably does, but you're definitely going to be my son-in-law, so you're my kid. You understand?"
Ilya nods with what may be tears in his eyes before quietly admitting, "I do miss having a mom."
"Yeah, I bet you do," Yuna says.
XXX
The next afternoon, Ilya drifts in and out as Yuna watches Shane's game on the hospital TV.
He's awake enough during one play, though to say, "tell Shane your favorite son has stronger backhand."
Yuna snorts before saying, "I take it you're feeling a little better?"
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Hey y'all! I'm very old (millennial). I know there are plenty of big bangs going on for other fandoms. Does anyone know if there's anything like that for HR? Also if anyone has any HR fic rec blogs, thanks!!
