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the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
heated rivalry fic: so you must like me for me - COMPLETE, 36K
art by @anonymouspinkturtle
Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
Summary: Shane wants to figure out if he's gay before he gets drafted—and no, the way he felt when Ilya Rozanov smirked at him with a cigarette between his lips in Saskatchewan has nothing to do with it. Unfortunately, the random guy he hooks up with to try and make sure one way or another takes a picture, and Shane gets outed before the draft. In the ensuing scandal, he goes seventh overall, to Ottawa.
It turns out having the worst thing you can think of happen to you when you're seventeen years old can end up being pretty liberating. And land you an unexpected best friend.
Chapter 1 of 2 on Ao3 HERE
Chapter 2 of 2 on Ao3 HERE
“You going seven—is bullshit,” Rozanov replies. “Okay if you go second, because I’m better than you, but seven… fucking bullshit.” Shane has the “fuck you, you’re not better than me” on the tip of his tongue but, the thing is, according to at least six MLH GMs, Rozanov is. And yet, Rozanov looks like he’s deeply offended, like he means what he’s saying, not chirping or bullshitting at all, and that. That heals something in Shane. They’ve been one and two, back and forth, for at least three years now, and the fact that Rozanov acknowledges it, too… “Thank you,” Shane says. “It—Montreal told me it was about optics, or whatever. I don’t know.” Rozanov shakes his head quickly, harrumping. “What, optics are you suck one dick and can’t hold hockey stick anymore? Bullshit. They will all regret, Hollander. Trust me.”
Closer to where you are (is where I must be) [Hollanov][Heated Rivalry]
Chapter One: Doubt is not a pleasant condition (but certainty is absurd)
Chapter Two: if the word doesn't exist, invent it
Chapter Three: Sudden deliriums / And slow tremors
Chapter Four: Paris with all its smoke
Chapter Five: Try to be happy, just to set an example
Chapter Six: Even if happiness forgets you a little bit
Chapter Seven: A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in
Chapter Eight: You who suffer because you love, love still more
Chapter Nine: If you can stay, remain; leave, if you must
Chapter 10: Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats
Chapter 11: The sky was pouring down its gloom upon the dismal, torpid world
Premise: In January 2017, Ilya and Shane stay an extra night in Paris, after an exhibition series brings both of their teams to Europe, then find they can't return back after a volcano in Iceland erupts and grounds all air travel across Europe.
Chapter 11 is Up!
I swear, I don't start out writing fics that end up just being odes to poetry, but then they end up just becoming them anyway. Somewhere around the time I was writing this chapter I realized I was just writing a big ode to Victor Hugo, and I had subliminally set myself up for that in Chapter 4. These two absolutely belong in a Romantic poem, though, they are so gone for each other. No one can do the yearning and codependency justice like Hugo or Baudelaire.

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hollanov fic rec list pt. 1 !!
this is partly for myself as a reference but i thought i should post it bc being horny on main is one of life's great joys. sorry if this is absolutely unreadable, i'm still venturing into the world of tumblr formatting
splitting this into categories because the hollanov ao3 tag is vast and mysterious. who knows how many of these i can conjure.
My All Stars: (heh. get it.) my absolute favorites.
• home economics - 38k, M, Anonymous
Summary:
The Swiss National League doesn’t care about the legendary Hollander-Rozanov rivalry. When the MLH can’t negotiate with the Hockey Players’ Union in time to prevent a hockey lockout at the start of the 2015 season, the Zürich Lions jump at the chance to sign both Shane and Ilya to short-term contracts. For four months in Switzerland, they share a team, a line, a house, and a bed. Then the lockout ends in January, and it’s time to go back. Back to different countries, cities, lives. Beds. Reentry is harder than expected.
it's popular for a reason. i love this one, i like the style, i like the contrast of the timeline, and its hollanov roomates in switzerland. whats not to love. AND it also has a great sequel (open house) about them from a few other POVs, including a rookie on Shane's team. in love with another rookie. amazing stuff i cant believe this author is anonymous. the larger series has some great stuff too.
• frequently, secretly fond of each other. - 222k, E, by milominderbindered
A year after mysteriously dropping out of the 2009 draft, Shane Hollander is signed by the Boston Raiders, right behind Ilya Rozanov. Having the two biggest stars in the league on the same line is great for Boston — but playing alongside their worst rival was never exactly in Shane or Ilya's plans. Especially not when staying away from each other starts to feel just as impossible as getting along.
this is THE heated rivalry fic to me. why would you even read the books when you could read this masterpiece instead. yes its that serious. by the amazing @milominderbindered on here, god i love this one. many a reread in my future, it was just recently completed and i cant even express how happy the 222,222 word count made me. truly beautiful.
• wanna get stuck in your head - 31k, T, by peculiarblue
He only realizes he’s doing it when it’s too late to stop. He’s standing in the drink aisle of the grocery store, checking the expiration dates on the cans of Coke, mentally cross-checking them with Boston’s away game schedule, and the reality hits him like someone shook one of those cans and popped it open. A snap. A fizz. A mess. Shane is making space for Ilya.
(or, 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)
oh my god i fucking LOVE this one. vignettes of them together, being unable to ignore the roles they play in each others lives? being sweet together, the yearning of not giving something back that ilya left in shane's house. you won't get it unless you read it but. the sock. dude. that is my shane hollander. i love him so much. seriously so good.
• chained myself to a friend - 12k, M, Anonymous
“Board games,” Ilya said, kneeing them higher up his chest. Shane stared at him. “You travel with those?” he asked, trying to go for scathing. It never quite got there. He didn’t have Ilya’s skill. Ilya smiled wide and shark-like. “No,” he said. “I got them from Emily. Mrs. Lansow.” Shane felt even more baffled. “The owner of the hotel,” Ilya said. “I know,” Shane said. He just couldn’t imagine Ilya interacting with that sweet woman. Or her asking him to call her by her first name. “Why? I mean, why did you get them?” “You have better things to do?” Ilya asked. “I have a phone. And a laptop. And there’s a television,” Shane said. Ilya squinted dismissively. “Screen is bad. Melts your brain.” “You sound like my mom,” Shane said, a little softer than he intended and smiling reluctantly. Ilya tilted his head. “This does it for you?” Shane and Ilya learn what it's like spending time together with their clothes still on.
i absolutely adore this whole series. i really really love all the different ways that authors explore them becoming closer, that transition from fuckbuddies to (sorry shane) lovers. it is so fascinating to me, and this series is the best of it. a couple more from this series, (perfect from now on) seriously there are GOOD ones in here:
• for a split sec, I was a train wreck - 19k, E
Never mind the next two weeks, the next eight hours stretched endlessly in front of him. He had no idea how to occupy his time. His house was basically empty, which sounded sad but was really a good thing, evidence he’d built himself the life he wanted – where he always had something to do, outside and with other people. Ilya had been restless for as long as he could remember, had never been able to sit still. He’d gotten in trouble for it as a kid at the dinner table and he got in trouble for it as a full grown man on the team bus. He’d gotten in trouble for it when the doctors had been trying to take the x-ray, his leg jumping without his permission. Ilya gets injured, stops leaving the house, loses his mind, learns to read tarot, and sends Shane Hollander a lot of photos.
• careful all the time - 24k, M
“I was thinking about the honeymoon phase thing.” “Yes?” Ilya said. “I think it’s different for us. I don’t want us to be all blissful and then only start fighting when we’re back to barely seeing each other. I think it’s good if we figure things out now, when we have the time. Whatever needs figuring out. So we have a solid foundation going into the season. Sort of like training camp.” “So this means you will keep getting mad at me for things,” Ilya said. Shane smiled, rolled his eyes. “Yeah, exactly,” he said. “Good, I find it very hot,” Ilya said, and kissed him. An insecure over-thinker and a self-destructive thrill-seeker walk into a relationship.
anonymous author i will kiss you on the mouth.
• you all the way down - 40k, E - by inkingbrushes
“Is my favourite thing.” Ilya murmurs. The rain has started to slow down a little. Barely any lightning strikes anymore. Soon, the sky will clear. “What is?” Shane asks. Ilya brings their joined hands up to his face and presses a small, tired smile to the back of Shane’s hand. “You and me.” — (or: they’re best friends who go on a roadtrip together.)
ridiculously sweet, they just love each other idk man. the yearning. i absolutely love how they make it more than friendship here, it's beautiful. best friends, met in college, two week roadtrip together. its just great.
• re: hi - 67k, not rated - by fleezerweezer
At eleven years old Ilya Rozanov's class is given an assignment: They will be randomly paired with a student at another school in Canada via email. In order to get full credit on the assignment, they must send at least five emails back and forth and gather enough information to write their project. After seven years, Ilya is pretty sure he's done enough for 100% or Shane and Ilya sending emails throughout the years. What happens when they meet?
guys this one is so. fuck. baby hollanov. knowing each other throughout their whole careers. its fine im fine. this one is so so good. meet when they're eleven. emailing each other oh my god.
• Detail Orientated - 24k, E - by boopboop
Summer at the cottage is the first time Shane and Ilya have been able to spend any significant time together. Naturally, it comes with some revelations. Or, Five Things Russians Do Not Do, A Detailed Observational Study By Shane Hollander.
the cottage oh my god the cottage they are so. i love this one. same author as Duty of Care if you've read that. autistic shane you listmaking boy i love you.
Are these niche? no but they are good. i have more buried in my bookmarks don't worry. these are relatively ok, the next one is ilya rozanov emotional saw traps get ready
That's all for part one, trust there will be more. AO3 my one true love
Fic Posted: The Ways We Enter Each Other (1/1)
Part of the win conditions series. Heated Rivalry. Explicit. Shane/Ilya. Ilya POV.
Summary:
To go through or into (something) in a forceful or noticeable way.
-Second definition of 'pierce' in The Britannica Dictionary
Excerpt:
"Dottie!" Ilya said with a scandalized tone. "A private tattoo! I had no idea."
"That's what private means," Bren said amused. "I know it's not your favorite word."
"I am very good at private," Ilya grumbled, but he subsided. "I can go with you. I have not gotten a tattoo, but I have held many hands for them. Drunk hockey player hands. This will definitely be nicer."
Dottie glanced at Bren, but he only shrugged. "It's up to you, honey."
"I'd like that," she decided. "If you're sure you don't mind, Ilya?"
He shook his head. "I would be happy to do it."
When he told Shane about it, his fiance had smiled at him and said only, "Okay, but if you decide to get one too, maybe let me know first so I don't get jump scared?"
"I will not get one," Ilya had laughed. "But yes, if I change my mind, I will tell you."
frequently, secretly fond of each other.
| the hollanov boston raiders teammates au | COMPLETE, 200k
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Shrugging one shoulder far more casually than he possibly feels, Ilya says, “I like both. Is secret, okay?” “Okay,” Hollander says. He doesn’t say anything else. The air’s so heavy around them that it feels like being in the middle of a scrum, the weight and heat of all those bodies pressing down on you. Danger always feels like hockey; it’s the most dangerous thing Ilya knows, except for this. Everything dangerous in his life involves men’s bodies and just how close he can get to them. Closer than he probably should.
Nobody knows why Shane Hollander dropped out of the 2009 draft at the last second, and a year later it stuns the whole hockey world when he's signed by the Boston Raiders. Having the two biggest stars in the league on the same line is great for Boston - but playing alongside their worst rival was never exactly in Shane or Ilya's plans. Especially not when staying away from each other starts to feel just as impossible as getting along.
please come and appreciate the biggest achievement of my life: the final chapter

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Fic Posted: Hearth and Home
Part of the Win Conditions Verse. Hayden/Jackie/Joey. Explicit.
Sometimes it takes a few steps backwards into the past to ramp up into the speed to move forward.
CW: discussion of childhood parental death and the attendant adulthood grief.
Excerpt:
"Hey," Hayden said as Shane bent down into the face off. Scrimmages against Shane were interesting. He knew lesser men would fear them, but instead of worrying about trying to beat Shane fairly, Hayden had turned it into a game of trying to distract him.
He was dimly aware that that had been Rozanov's favorite game once-upon-a-time, but he tried not to think about that.
"No," Shane said, eyes firmly on the ice. "Pay attention."
"I am," Hayden protested, readying himself. "This is how I focus."
"Hayd, I swear to fuck-"
"I need sex tips," Hayden said.
I feel you, Artoo.
May the 4th be with you, tired people of the universe.
I’ve been rereading Wolfbird. It’s beautiful! Such a thoughtfully crafted journey. Thank you for the Nutcracker! update as well. Your writing is a gift. 💞
Thank you, I'm glad you've enjoyed them!
"Those Freckles...", Ilya Rozanov & Shane Hollander [Connor Storrie & Hudson Williams], Heated Rivalry
Feb, 2026
So, I tried something new, again, and I kinda like the darker colours in this one. Plus, I made a point of going back in and redrawing Shane's freckles because I felt like they needed to be a highlight of this one. Made with texture overlays, mostly hand-drawn overlines (I tried to keep it minimal and focused on the eyes and lips).
In 2022, I was in a really terrible place. I moved across the country while in a bad relationship, and I truly thought my life was over.
Reading Baby, I’m Amazed for the first time made me yearn for community, love, and peace. I maxed all of my credit cards to move back home. I got a dog. I met someone and we’re married now.
I reread Baby, I’m Amazed yesterday and cried. The life I wanted—that you showed me—is a life I built. I cannot thank you enough. Really great work you do.
Oh Anon, I'm so so happy for you! I got this ask as I was making dinner and had to turn off the stove to have a moment. Your happiness is of your making, you did the hard thing to put yourself where you needed to be and I hope every year going forward is better and better for you.
Thank you for telling me this. I'm so deeply touched and I'm tearing up again writing back to you. <3

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WIP Posted: Brick by Brick (1/?)
Sequel to The Hottest Cold War. Heated Rivalry. Explicit. This chapter's pairings: Shane/Ilya, Scott/Kip, Scott/Ilya, Shane/Kip.
“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” ― Maya Angelou
Excerpt:
They had a room. A place designated for the two of them. Sometimes Shane looked at pictures of it like they were the most tawdry pornography ever made. A room in a house where everyone already knew their secret and approved of it. The whole concept was a wild fantasy that he had to keep reminding himself was real.
Shane put his hand to the doorknob. He didn't even consider knocking, only turned it slowly so he wouldn't disturb potential rest. The curtains had been pulled shut, mostly closing out the late afternoon sun. A single slice spilled through, dropping a thin rectangle over the light blue comforter and the mound beneath it.
Setting down his bag, Shane moved quietly across the room and found only a slice of forehead and curls visible above the blankets. He reached out then stopped, hovering his hand over that tempting peek.
"You are here?" That voice, deep and cajoling, rumbled out from under the blankets.
"Did I wake you?" Shane asked.
"Mm, no. Come here." Two hands emerged and Shane took them, let himself be urged under the superheated air of the blankets.
"Hi," he said softly.
"Shane," Ilya said reverently and then Shane was being kissed in the humid darkness.
Connor Storrie photographed by Joon Young Park (2023)