Magenta.

Make a Move by LavenderProse - (Rating: Mature, Words: 4,825)

"Fucking moron." Cliff mutters. "Who doesn't like eating pussy? Well. I mean." He darts a glance out of the corner of his eye. Rozanov chuckles into the mouth of his beer. "Marley, you know how much pussy I've eaten?" "I just meant--I wasn't trying to be insensitive. I know Hollander's gay." "Mm. True, Shane would cry." He tilts his beer into his mouth then, so Cliff almost doesn't hear him say, "Different for him with cock, though." Cliff laughs. "You're a fuckin' dog, Rozy." "Whaaat? I'm just saying, my husband? Fucking lo-o-ves to suck cock. Loves it."

Cliff is just trying to be a good friend. He's not realizing anything about himself at all.

room 1708, 00:23 by sweethollanov - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,188)

someone at a sponsor party touches shane like they have any right to. ilya watches, says nothing, and sends a room number with a time.

what starts as a kiss turns into something slow, possessive, and impossible to ignore — until shane understands exactly what ilya was feeling.

or: ilya gets jealous in public and makes it very, very clear in private.

You Didn't Even Give Me Kiss by Yellowvelvetcake - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4,657)

What if Shane didn’t send his ‘We didn’t even kiss’ text… but Ilya did.

Like a Russian by MoonChildBaby - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 6,819)

Montreal comes into Ottawa looking for blood.

They get a rookie with a mouth on him instead.

It’s supposed to be just another tight, physical game against the Voyageurs. Hard checks, ugly chirps, Rozanov bleeding a little for dramatic effect, the usual. Shane thinks he’s prepared. Ilya is, as always, one mildly illegal hit away from throwing hands. Bood is having the time of his life.

No one, however, is prepared for Luca Haas.

Nineteen. Polite. Painfully earnest. Carries art supplies in his backpack. Has never had an on-ice fight.

Until he does.

A story about rivalry, locker room insanity, rookie feral awakenings, and the exact moment Ottawa realizes their baby has teeth.

Ibiza Interlude by RoknRollPumpkin - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,529)

Ilya never saw himself as the possessive type, but realized he'd never been inspired to possess anyone except for Shane Hollander.

what's dying on the vine by dotsayers - (Rating: Mature, Words: 6,464)

Shane Hollander falls out of love with Montreal.

sins of the father by 917651827 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,408)

What the public did know was this: despite all of the promos the league had done and despite all the interviews Shane had given over the years, despite all the talk talk talk about diversity in the league—at long last, the omega captain had done what all omegas were meant to do: breed.

Ilya on Retirement, WAGS, and the Worst Calls He's Ever Seen by that1friendguy - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 3,693)

Ilya is enjoying retirement. OR There's perhaps nothing that is worse of a nightmare to a ref then a former hockey player in the WAGS box. Especially if that hockey player is Ilya Rozanov.

The One Where Shane is Drunk by WonderfullyWonderingAlone59 - (Rating: G, Words: 1,899)

The gang are out celebrating Scott Hunter's birthday. Shane is drunk. Ilya is possessive of him. That's it.

this river is wild by coffeecrowns - (Rating: Mature, Words: 6,345)

Ilya Rozanov does not make it two weeks on Zoloft before the worst side effect hits hard and fast.

or,

“Barrett, I fucked up,” he says.

“Roz?” Barrett sounds dazed.

“I fucked up,” he repeats, and he realizes how drunk he sounds. He’s in so much trouble he almost hangs up.

“Roz, what's going on,” Barrett says.

Bozhe, he’s going to have to say the words.