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how it feels knowing that hudson and connor are best best friends who love each other sincerely and cherish their time together and nothing any of these weird loser freaks on the internet say will change that and they will certainly die mad about it
I am in desperate need of some pregnant Shane fics !!! I know its SOOOOOOOO out of character but my gosh, I love the idea of preggers Shane and Ilya being obsessed with him
Oh I pregnant Shane is literally my guilty pleasure. Please anyone, drop your faves below because I could read it all day!! Also, check out my A/B/O list because I think I added some pregnant Shane fics there.
Pregnant Shane
🏒 Matryoshka | 1.7k
Ilya fucks the brains out of his pregnant husband (whom he likes to refer to as "matryoshka" (Russian nesting doll))
🏒 Stuck | 2.2k
Shane Hollander is very tired at 37 weeks pregnant with his and Ilya's third child. He also happens to be stuck in a rocking chair due to his big baby.
🏒 trust i seek and i find in you | 2.4k
Being pregnant has never once stopped Ilya Rozanov from having his way with Shane Hollander
🏒 Vegas, Baby! | 2.8k
The night takes a drastic turn when Shane collapses in the Vegas bathroom, finally holding Ilya's attention after months of being ignored.
🏒 You’re My My My Lover | 2.8k
Shane is deep into his pregnancy and Ilya is leaving on his last roadtrip before taking leave. Shane misses him so much while away that he decides to put on things that Ilya cannot resist.. His reading glasses and Ilya's old jersey
🏒 put your love down soft and sweet | 4.6k
Ilya Rozanov would be lying if he said he never thought he'd be facing a Stanley Cup final again. He just never expected to be playing for the Centaurs. He never expected to be this nervous. And he certainly never expected to be in a Japanese takeout at one in the morning, hours from the puck dropping.
🏒 surprise interference | 5.4k
Before Ilya and Shane meet at the cottage, Shane very very unexpectedly has a baby.
🏒 how I've lived 'til now, I tell them I don't know | 5.4k
shane is 36wks pregnant with their first baby, and she's being stubborn about flipping head down-
🏒 The Sweetness | 5.7k
Pregnant omega Shane is feeling insecure about his expanding body. Ilya will make him feel better.
🏒 New Pregnancy Values | 6.7k
moments with pregnant shane and his babies! ilya is obsessed.
🏒 She Knows | 7.4k
🔒5 times when Anya knew first that Shane was pregnant, and 1 time everyone knew
🏒 Full of Ilya | 7.6k
A little story of Shane's first pregnancy.
🏒 Syurpriz | 7.7k
Shane goes down from a hit during a game and receives some unexpected news at the hospital.
🏒 Baby! Boom! | 8.2k
5 times over one summer, Shane had people tell him they were pregnant + 1 summer Shane got to tell everyone he was pregnant.
🏒 Feeling Off | 8.9k
Shane and Ilya juggle an unexpected pregnancy while making a Stanley Cup run.
🏒 Unexpected Item in Bagging Area | 10.4k
Shane goes into labor at the cottage, which would be fine, if he’d known he was pregnant.
🏒 Achieving What We Can | 11.1k
Moments throughout Shane's pregnancy, from the first trimester's uncertainty to the final weeks, and when everything changes forever
🏒 whisper in the silence | 11.7k
🔒 With the recent news of Shane's pregnancy, Ilya becomes much more territorial and possessive, resulting in a getaway to the cottage where, with a bit of luck, they both can get rid of the tension that has been on their shoulders.
🏒 9-29 | 14.4k
shane hollander is pretty sure he’s pregnant
🏒 Just A Baby Girl And Her Very Best Friend | 15.6k
Anya is Shane’s Rock throughout his pregnancy and absolutely adores their baby once she arrives.
🏒 Shane Is So Done | 15.7k
Shane is 41-weeks pregnant with their baby girl, and so, so done with being pregnant. Just a little slice of life as they get ready to head to the doctor's office.
🏒 Will You Love Me (At My Worst) | 16.1k
When Shane’s insecurities escalate after giving birth, Ilya decides to fuck him in front of the mirror.
🏒 one of me is cute, but two though? | 19.1k
Ilya gets Shane pregnant. A happy accident if anything.
🏒 baby, not baby | 27.1k
Shane and Ilya's enemies-with-benefits arrangement has some unintended consequences
🏒 think i might take a bite | 28.1k
Ilya has a severe case of cuteness aggression when it comes to his heavily pregnant husband, and he doesn’t quite know what to do about it.
🏒 Delicate | 28.4k
Things between Ilya and Shane have changed, they both know there's more even though admitting it would not be a good idea. Their lives are about to be upended when Shane ends up in hospital with a concussion and fractured collarbone. But they can get through anything, as long as they are together.
🏒 Distance Getting Close | 31.4k
Ilya ends things with Shane after he is injured at the Boston/Montreal game, but shortly thereafter Shane finds out he is pregnant.
🏒 Not According to Plan | 31.9k
Shane finds out he’s pregnant, retires and goes ghost, but underestimates just how much Ilya Rozanov loves him
🏒 blossom of snow, bloom and grow | 31.9k
“We talked about having babies,” Ilya supplies, arching an eyebrow, “are you trying to say we are…having a baby?”
🏒 we can't be friends (wait for your love) | 32.4k
After getting his bell run by Marleau on the ice, Shane finds out he's pregnant.
🏒 Almost There | 33.3k
Shane had planned the pregnancy down to the week. That was the joke everyone kept making, anyway. Not that it was inaccurate. The third trimester was supposed to land perfectly during the off season so Shane could avoid flying, avoid media appearances, avoid unnecessary stress, and ideally spend the last stretch of pregnancy resting quietly at home with his husband. Instead, the third trimester was destroying him.
🏒 Making A Legend | 36.3k
it’s Shane’s second season with the Centaurs and he’s getting that cup, no matter what his body’s screaming at him. Ilya’s more stressed about it than he is. They get the cup and a pretty amazing souvenir out of it by the end of the season though.
🏒 Ice Baby | 38.4k
Shane is the only omega on his hockey team and one of the few to play for the NHL. He will do anything to remain at the top and protect his reputation from harmful rumors. But when he finds out that he is pregnant, Shane’s world crumbles around him, and the only person he can trust with his secret is the alpha, who shares his heat but does not want to be his mate
🏒 Distance getting Close | 50.4k
🔒 Ilya ends things with Shane after he is injured at the Boston/Montreal game, but shortly thereafter Shane finds out he is pregnant.
🏒 hold your hand through plastic now | 59.2k
Male carriers are a rare breed in North America. With only .005% of the male population having the recessive gene. In Canada there are a couple hundred male pregnancies documented each year with only half of them carrying to full term. Shane Hollander was one of the .005%. He just didn't know it.
🏒 It's Always Been You | 104k
Shane and Ilya meet and fall in love in university and get a second chance when Ilya comes to Ottawa, where Shane is the co-owner and head chef of a popular restaurant.
🏒 Offside | 110k
Shane Hollander is eighteen, second overall draft pick, and quietly, a father. He's learned to carry both versions of himself with practiced ease. Then there's Ilya Rozanov: first overall, unbothered, and already taking up more space in Shane's head than he has any right to. Their rivalry is the story everyone wants to tell. Shane is starting to suspect the real one is something else entirely.
🏒 Hold Me Tight | 139k
Shane Hollander discovers he is pregnant while at the hospital after getting hit in the ice by Marleau in a Boston vs. Montreal Match and after inviting Ilya Rozanov to his cottage.
🏒 The Season Ender | WIP
Shane let out a put-upon sigh and stepped into Dr. Terry's office, closing the door behind him. “So, I was really nauseous this morning. Threw up a little. And Ilya is making me come talk to you about it.”
🏒 Bad Decisions | WIP
Shane Hollander has made a lot of mistakes in his life. Getting pregnant by a married Russian man twice his age is easily the worst one.
🏒 How Many Times Can We Get Shane Hollander Pregnant? | WIP
A collection of Shane Hollander pregancy drabbles/oneshots based off some Tumblr prompts
🏒 Cinnamon Bread | WIP
🔒 Shane gets pregnant. Unfortunately the father is Ilya Rozanov, the bane of his existence.
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Hiii i’m looking for a fic where shane is an omega and ilya an alpha and during the game they’re playing against each other i think ilya takes a hit and shane goes feral and bites ilya on the ice and when medics try to get to them they have to sedate shane to help and assess ilya and when ilya wakes up in the hospital he found out that shane ran away from the hospital and stole a car and ilya finds him at his home where shane made a nest out of all ilya’s stuff and then they complete the marking and i can’t seem to find it anymore, could you please help?? Also thank you for all the incredible work you do!!
Here is what I could find.
⭐️ Make a Man (Lose His Head)
When Ilya goes down from a hit by one of the Montreal Metros, Shane falls into a feral protective rage - one with lasting consequences.
Does this fic sound familiar to anyone else? Please let me know x
You may have seen me post about planning this, but here's the official announcement!
Starting from Saturday, November 28th I'll be hosting a read-along for the books in the game changers series that have not yet been adapted in the show – as a way to remember which things are canon before season two airs, and because it's fun to talk about books as you're reading them!
No sign-ups or anything required, just join whenever you feel like it! Each Friday we'll discuss the ~100 pages we've read over the week, taking a break between each book.
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If you have an idea that would make this experience even better, please let me know! It's still quite some time until the start of this so I'm very open to brainstorming.
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It's 2013, four years after Ilya left the league prematurely. Shane and Ilya are both passengers on a four-month, around-the-world cruise, each for their own reason. Shane is out for the season due to an MCL tear, and Yuna got him a deal with the cruise ship: their finest suite in exchange for a few social media posts.
But for Ilya, the reason is much darker. He left the hockey world before his rookie year to take care of his father after his older brother's untimely death. This cruise is his way to blow his meager inheritance, and, if he’s being honest with himself, it’s to find some kind of proof that life is worth sticking around for.
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The city of Syracuse, Italy, on the island of Sicily, looks exactly like what Ilya imagined this part of Europe to be. There are bumpy, stony paths under his feet that are older than his brain can comprehend and marble statues all over town. There’s even a large fountain in the old town square, like something out of a movie.
The buildings in Ilya’s neighborhood at home are solely utilitarian, with no materials wasted on such frivolous things as design or decor. But here, it’s like the architects were paid to use as much limestone as possible, crafting decorative ledges above and below each window and winding curves atop the columns.
Their small group takes a walking tour of the town. They trek through tiny alleyways lined with small shops and restaurants carved into the off-white facades of the old buildings. There are ancient ruins in the middle of the town, a connection to the distant past. They stop in a small restaurant and sample some chef-selected dishes and house wines, sitting in metal chairs on the street under a red overhang.
Ilya is struck by the thought that he could not possibly imagine leaving this world. The world of ancient Italians and their painstakingly made art, its tiniest detail alone enough to take one’s breath away. The world of pasta made from scratch, coated in tomato and basil fresh from the garden, golden olive oil squeezed out at a vineyard nearby, still tasting like the earth it came from.
It would be a travesty to leave without learning about ancient Italy or trying every pasta shape on the menu. Swallowing the contents of his little mint tin would mean losing his access to all of this — this big world that feels right at his fingertips right now. He’d never have a glass of wine again.
It’s all too easy to forget about these things when he’s alone. He takes pictures of them all now, collecting a little album in the hopes that it can serve as a reminder two months from now when the sharpness of reality starts chiseling away at this beautiful new mindset he’s found.
He and Paula walk back to the ship together in the late afternoon, satiated by the tasting menu and the peek into Italian history. Their arms are hooked together and the golden hour sunlight softens their hair. He’s sure they look like little blonde twins. Ilya is giddy, full of rich food and love for her.
“Italy is my favorite, and this is just barely a taste of all we’re going to see,” Paula sighs happily. “You’ll love it.”
“I want to stay here forever,” he says. Though it’s meant to be like a turn of phrase, the words come out like a child begging for something on Santa’s lap. There is a deep, genuine desire underneath.
“Same here,” Paula says. “Let’s keep an eye out for ‘For Sale’ signs on the houses, okay?” It’s a joke, but Ilya wishes it wasn’t.
—
The next morning, Shane is irrationally nervous to tell Ilya his plans. They’ve already docked in Corfu, a Greek island in the Ionian sea, and Shane is going to break the news as they pack for the day. He’s been sitting on the foot of the bed for probably ten minutes now, waiting for the right moment.
“I, um…” he starts as Ilya grabs the water filter from the refrigerator and fills up his black metal water bottle. “Have a surprise.”
“Uh oh,” Ilya says, looking up at him. God, he loves when Ilya looks at him. Loves being on the receiving end of this man’s attention. “Good surprise or bad surprise? You look scared.”
“Good surprise, I hope,” Shane laughs.
Ilya moves so that he’s standing between Shane’s legs. He looks down at Shane, and this position — the hierarchy Ilya has over him in this moment — makes Shane’s heart speed up. “Tell me, then,” Ilya says playfully, resting both hands on Shane’s shoulders.
“So, I was looking at the schedule a while ago, and it was missing something I really want to do,” Shane says. He grabs the laminated schedule, not the one he’s marked up (Ilya can’t see that one just yet.) He points to today’s date. “We go from this Greek island straight to Croatia for two days there. And don’t see other parts of Greece. But I’m dying to see Athens, and we came all this way, so…”
“So?” Ilya asks, a little urgently as Shane stalls around the point.
“I booked us tickets to fly from here to Athens, and then from there to Dubrovnik, where we will meet the ship. And I have a hotel for us in Athens for the night in between,” Shane gets out.
A million emotions find their way to Ilya’s face, at least from what Shane can see. But mostly, he thinks, there’s excitement. Joy, even.
“You did not,” Ilya says, smiling.
“I did.”
“We will see the - how do you say it. Old building,” Ilya’s eyes are wide and hopeful.
“The Parthenon, yes. And the original Olympics stadium.”
“You are not making prank?”
“No,” Shane laughs. “This isn’t a prank.”
“What do we do? Go there right now?” Ilya’s pacing around the room, trying to decide what he needs to pack.
“Well, we’re both on walking tours this morning around old town Corfu. It’ll only take a couple hours, then we’ll have a car take us to the airport and we’ll be in Athens before sunset.”
“And we will pack night bags. For a trip,” Ilya says, excited.
“Yeah, a mini vacation from the vacation, just for us.”
“I could fuck you right now,” Ilya comes back over between Shane’s legs and bends down to kiss him.
“Fuck me in Athens,” Shane says as they pull away.
“Deal.”
—-
It is perfect, it is just enough, until it is way, way too much.
None of it is “too much” when they get off in Corfu, leaving one of Shane’s suitcases at the front desk to be loaded into the car later. They walk around the old town square and Ilya is surprised at how colorful the buildings are. Most of the photos he’s seen of Greece have bright white buildings with blue accents, but these ones are all pastel, oranges and pinks and reds, squished together in the way old European villages always seem to be. The island of Corfu sits in the Ionian Sea as though it just burst up yesterday: light gray rock jutting out of the cool blue ocean so seamlessly.
None of it is “too much” when they catch their cheap flight from the island into Athens, sharing a row to themselves at the back of the plane. Ilya insists that he likes the aisle seat more, but really he wants Shane to have the privilege of seeing this beautiful country from above, and he wants to see Shane seeing it.
It’s not “too much” when they walk around the Parthenon at sunset. Ilya thinks of Ancient Greece the same way he thought of Ancient Rome yesterday: a treasure chest of history that he could spend years exploring, if he were to allow himself to have those years. The stony columns hold up the rectangular frame of the building, as has been their job since before his calendar even existed, and Ilya marvels at it all.
It’s not “too much” when they visit the Panthathenaic Stadium at sunset, the carved marble taking on a golden hue as it reflects the dimming light in the sky. It’s one large oval, framing a central track for ancient sporting events. They read about how the original Olympics began here, and the modern Olympics had an opening and closing ceremony in the venue in 1894. He takes a picture of Shane in the stadium and they debate whether it’d be a good post for the cruise social media agreement. Shane ends up agreeing with Ilya that he shouldn’t admit he’d strayed off course from the original plans. Ilya revels in the idea that this little trip is just for them, like a secret.
It is, however, “too much” when Ilya sees their hotel. The building itself could be a tourist site: it is large and ornate, with statues of lions lining the garden as they enter. Shane points out olive and eucalyptus trees along the path, stopping to pick a fallen leaf and break it into two so the potent eucalyptus oil fills the air with a calming aroma. Their room is just as grand as the rest of the building would lead Ilya to expect: it’s about the same size as Shane’s suite, but the balcony is even larger and gives them a perfect view of the Acropolis. A welcome bottle of wine is bathing in an ice tub on the balcony’s table, beckoning them to sit and enjoy the view.
Ilya cannot enjoy anything, because his brain is screaming about how all of this is way, way too much. Shane has spent hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars making this bonus excursion for him, and Ilya has nothing but three fifty-dollar bills crumpled in his day bag to offer in return.
Although Shane couldn’t have meant for this to happen, the trip is also reminding Ilya of a life he will never have. He’s seeing the world from the lens of a wealthy hockey player who can make last-minute decisions without needing to make sure he’ll have enough money for groceries the next week. This is how life would have been for Ilya, if only.
It makes no sense, he knows, but a small part of him resents Hollander for it. For getting the life Ilya wanted so desperately, worked endless nights on the rink for.
“Are you okay?” Shane asks. He’s unpacking his things into the small dresser, a task Ilya finds adorably silly considering they’re here for one night.
Ilya leans into the smile that silly quirk brings up for him and forces himself to make it even bigger. “Yes, fine, just have a headache, I think. Long day.” Seeing Shane’s face fall a bit at this, he adds: “Good day, just long.”
Under the covers, their bodies find each other as they always do. Ilya’s brain unlocks the dominant parts of him, but he’s subtle about it at first. It starts as a simple way to disconnect from their typical intimacy, just because the resentment and the fear and the sadness demand some kind of space between them. He rolls on top of Hollander and savors the feeling of the warm, muscular body succumbing underneath him.
After only minutes of making out, pressing his body into Hollander’s, he grabs the condoms and lube from the table and gets to work. He had promised to fuck Shane in Athens, after all, and it might be cathartic for Ilya to embody his dominant personality that always escorted him out of his own brain.
“That was fast,” Shane teases.
“Is okay?” Ilya asks, checking himself. He is starting to treat Hollander like a hookup again, and maybe it’s for the best, as long as he doesn’t cross any lines.
“Yes,” Hollander nods into his chest. “Fucking take me.”
And so Ilya does. He flips Hollander over, a pose they don’t do much. The words come spilling out of him naturally. “So good for me,” he says, working Hollander’s hole open. “A slut for it.” This earns him a gasp and more desperate pleas.
“Need you so badly,” Hollander gasps underneath him.
When Ilya finally lets himself slide in, he groans as though he hasn’t experienced this sensation plenty of times over the last week. “Such a good hole,” he says, thrusting in and out. He’s pushing Hollander down into the bed, and the boy’s moans are muffled by the pillows, his hands clutched in the blankets.
Ilya thinks that if he could see Shane’s face, he might be met with a look of surprise. These are words he hasn’t said to him, not in four years.
“Want to fucking fill you up,” he continues. It’s so much easier to access this primal part of him, to fuck from a place of horny desperation and not from the emotional longing he’s now tucked away.
The words are still clearly working. Hollander moans and moves his hips back, taking Ilya in more.
“Touch yourself for me,” Ilya commands. “But don’t cum until I tell you to.”
Hollander nods, or at least seems like he’s trying to, and reaches down to grasp his own hard cock. He pumps himself as Ilya fills him.
“Good boy,” Ilya praises. “Good little hole, desperate for cum. I should have skipped the condom, yeah? You wish you could be leaking me.”
Hollander’s hand moves faster, his body rocking harder onto Ilya. “Gonna -” he says, voice low and desperate.
“No, wait,” Ilya demands. He grabs Hollander’s elbow and pulls it to the side, forcing his hands away. “No more touching. You cum from my dick or you do not cum at all.”
“Please,” Hollander groans beneath him.
“Da, beg for it.” Ilya goes harder, faster, pumping Hollander like a fleshlight, as emotionless and physical as a morning workout. He grabs both of Hollander’s arms, just to be able to reach his hands and hold them together on the boy’s back so that no extra touching can happen. If he had his full toolbox, he’d get out the cuffs, but luckily Hollander doesn’t try to fight him on it so one hand is enough to hold them in place.
“I need to cum,” Hollander whines. Ilya can feel him pulsing, tightening, can see sweat beads forming on his toned back.
“You cum after me.”
“Please cum, then,” he begs. “Please.”
A few more impossibly deep thrusts and Ilya stills, his cock releasing into the condom, filling it with a warm wetness as he twitches in the tight hole. He doesn’t know when Shane comes, too, just that the bed is soaked in it when he pulls away. This is normally the part when he would kiss Shane’s salty, sweaty shoulders and hold him, but instead, Ilya stands up.
“I need shower, am too sweaty,” he says, a sorry excuse for avoiding the post-sex intimacy that would be too impossible for him right now.
Hollander looks like he’s been slapped in the face.
Shane expects texts from Ilya to bring him to his knees. They do, but in another way instead.
🏒 somewhere only we know | 2.9k
After a bad game, Shane seeks out Ilya to relieve some tension in a purely physical way. Or at least that's what he tells himself. It's not that he wants to be comforted. Definitely not
🏒 young, drunk, and alone | 3.3k
Shane's not expecting to be Ilya's emergency phone call when he gets arrested in Montreal.
🏒 I’ll Talk (Like You’re Not Listening) | 4.2k
The greeting wasn’t a joke or an exaggeration—it was the truth. Shane leaves messages anyway, confessions to a digital void that will never judge him, and never push him away
🏒 Give Me Your Skin (I Need Your Warmth) | 4.9k
🔒 Shane loses a bet and has to wear Ilya's jersey.
🏒 Written In Ink | 6.1k
Shane gets drunk after his second Stanley Cup win. Piecing together the night before (a park, a club, and a tattoo shop) is very difficult for him to do.
🏒 Printer’s Alley | 6.9k
They’re not dating. They’re barely even friends. Shane should be in bed preparing for tomorrow’s game. But when Ilya shows up in Nashville wearing a stupid cowboy hat and that dangerous smile, things go from routine to risky: meeting up with Rozanov is a terrible idea. Dancing with him in a crowded bar where anyone could see is worse. But Shane’s never been good at saying no to Rozanov.
🏒 pierce through me (hit me so physical) | 7.6k
Ilya pierces his ears. Shane is feeling…some type of way about it.
🏒 Everything He Needs | 8.4k
Shane gets drugged at a club. Ilya takes care of him.
🏒 chained myself to a friend | 12.3k
Shane and Ilya learn what it's like spending time together with their clothes still on.
🏒 Find Lily | 14.6k
on the night that Shane wins the cup for a second year in a row, the internet learns of Lily and goes absolutely nuts
🏒 Tuna Melts and Longitudinal Studies | 20.1k
Ilya Rozanov goes to the internet for dating advice
🏒 wanna get stuck in your head | 31.0k
lessons in budget-friendly shopping, home decor, and resisting the urge to neatly combine all your situationship’s shit into a drawer in your bedroom because you might be falling in love with him: a seven-ish step guide by shane hollander, who is so, so fucked
🏒 Line Change | WIP
Instead of turning him down, Ilya and Shane become fast friends at the Prospects Cup. Their relationship (and how they hide the truth) completely changes when the media poses them as best friends instead of rivals.
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That scene says, “I want you and not just in a sexual way, but I like you, you make me swoon, you make me melt.” I think that's a really interesting layer. (x)
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