The Great Divide by broccolicheddarchicken, ilya/shane & david/yuna, nsfw, suicidal ideation/themes, 16k     The Boxing Day argument doesn't happen, Ilya doesn't seek professional help, and he and Shane keep pretending everything's fine. In the last few weeks of the season, Ilya reaches a breaking point. After saving his boyfriend's life, Shane is forced to grapple with the broken pieces, figure out what went wrong, and try to slot everything back together again.

36 Questions That Lead to Love by UglyGreenJacket, ilya/shane & harris, 5.7k     Shane: So, what is this we’re doing again? Harris: It’s called 36 Questions That Lead to Love. They’re questions that a psychologist developed back in the nineties that are supposed to help couples move past the awkward stage and get more personal. It’ll be fun! Shane: You always say that it’ll be fun, and I don’t think it ever ends up being much fun.

been careless with a delicate man by splatticus, ilya/shane, NSFW, 6.7k     What was it about that night that made Shane flinch that way, like Ilya has brushed against a splinter under his skin that he didn't know he was carrying? A decade later, Ilya re-litigates Vegas.

#whorelore by prailock, ilya/shane & cliff & bears, 3.4k     Well over a decade after retirement the public knows Ilya as the picture perfect devoted husband and father. When he's announced as a presenter and commentator for the Olympics as hosted by Toronto one online joke reminds the general public how fucking insane he used to be. Everyone under 35 struggles to square the Ilya Rozanov-Hollander they know today with Ilya Rozanov of the 2010s, fuckboy supreme.

take my hand and drag me head first (fearless) by trustingno1, ilya/shane & cast, 2k     "Rozanov told me to thank every goal tender I scored on," Shane says, wryly, to laughter, "So I will not be doing that. "I do not take this for granted. Thank you to the rest of my line," there's a smattering of applause, a cheer from the Metros' table; he can't prove it, but he suspects it's Ilya booing. "I very literally could not have done this without you. "I would like to thank my partner," he adds, shakily, "for their support." He glances up, not towards Ottawa's table. "Thank you for always pushing me to do better." There's some scattered applause, perfunctory. This is the bail out point. He can lift the trophy with one more "thank you", a "hopefully see you again next year", or he can-

no such thing as bad timing (as long as you're here) by treescape, ilya/shane, NSFW, omegaverse, 1k     Ilya backs him into a conference room and slams the door shut just in time. "Fuck," Shane breathes, his voice already sounding hoarse. "I didn't think—" He clenches his hands, unclenches them, shakes them out—as if somehow he can shake off the heat building beneath his skin. Obviously it doesn't work. He tips his head back against the closed door, and that doesn't work either. All it does is expose the line of his throat, and something in him wants to whimper for Ilya to bite him.

risk assessment by anincompletelist (soldouthaz), ilya/shane, NSFW, 6.6k     “We usually fuck after games!" Ilya defends. "We are off schedule. My body knows this. It is confused.” “Yeah, well, we’re not getting any closer to fucking—at home—unless you get the damn ointment on me. Fucking—shit, Ilya.” His entire face scrunches up when Ilya, now kneeling on the floor in front of him, slightly readjusts his leg for a better angle.

Google Translate by Hayley Mercury (SnarledCello), ilya/shane & david/yuna, 3.7k     Ilya and Shane both go down on the ice in season 5. In the hospital David uses google translate to try and better communicate with Rozanov, and learns a bit more than he intends. Or Relationship reveal VIA Google Translate and helpful David Hollander.

Map Contact by Regolith (metonym), ilya/shane, NSFW, 78.5k wip     Ilya Rozanov, celebrated hockey star, gets perilously lost in the wilderness. Shane Hollander, wilderness expert and #1 Rozanov hater, finds him. They're stuck in the woods. Completely alone. Together.

Thank you for pasta and phone calls by TheLoonlyProfessor, ilya/shane & yuna, 2.2k     The day after the Outing Pasta Dinner, Ilya gets a phone call from Yuna. It does not go as either of them expected

To Catch a Hollander by ilokheimsins, ilya/shane & bears, 4.4k     After two months of being on Rozanov watch post him being dumped by Montreal Jane, the Raiders all breathe a sigh of relief when their captain goes back to his usual happy self after All-Stars. Cliff, Victor, and Connor notice that the timing of Ilya’s good mood coincides strangely well with the speculation (read: open secret) that Hollander and Rozanov definitely banged it out sometime during that weekend and after some theorizing, they’re pretty sure their captain has had a years long crush on Hollander and that his happiness hinges on making his giant crush on Shane Hollander come to fruition. Of course, as his friends, they need to help him to the best of their abilities.

Mr. Real Estate by dottiedoesotherfandoms (dottie_wan_kenobi), ilya/shane & ocs, 15.6k wip     It’s Ilya who brings it up. He’s in his kitchen, making himself some kind of soup that Shane is already searching for recipes of—it’s called rassolnik. Leaning with one hip against the counter, he asks, “What about your sex dungeon?” “I don’t have a sex dungeon,” Shane says, both grossed out and intrigued by the idea. “The apartment, moya lyubov,” Ilya replies, fondness sheathed in annoyance. He slurps loudly, laughing when Shane makes a face at him over their video call. “What will you do with the apartment?” “Sell it, maybe.” -- Or, Shane doesn't sell the secret-sex-apartment building. He starts renting it out, and somehow ends up with a gaggle of Russian tenants-turned-friends, several stray cats, and one very spoiled hamster.

HOLLANDER & ROZANOV ARE DEAD by eurydicees, ilya/shane & scott, 13.2k     It is December, and Scott has been out for long enough to pretend to be used to it, and things are not perfect but they’re fucking good, and Ilya Rozanov is at his apartment for dinner—has been for over an hour—and he’s still waiting so stupidly hopefully to introduce a boyfriend who very, very clearly isn’t coming. (Or: studies on coming out, learning patience, one-sided conversations, and other absurdist waiting games.)

on photoshoots and inconvenient erections by UglyGreenJacket, ilya/shane & centaurs, nsfw, 3.4k     “Storytime!” Ilya says in a sing-songy voice. There’s clapping and suggestive cat-calls, and Shane can already feel his cheeks heating up. Ilya looks at him expectantly, holding out his hand, and any optimism Shand had of getting out of this dies in the brightness of Ilya’s grin.

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow by Goodkwuestion, ilya/shane, 4.5k     The world is a cruel place, and Ilya Rozanov suffers greatly on a near-daily basis.

Slipping through my fingers all the time by phlebotinxm, ilya/shane & david/yuna, 8.2k     Or, 3 times Yuna is surprised by Ilya Rozanov and one time she isn't anymore.

Pivotal by 409_conflict, ilya(/shane) & yuna, 14.1k     It’s strictly a business trip. Ilya’s her client, not her friend, and they have meetings with Porsche. She’ll probably see him for a few hours here and there, and she’s content to amuse herself for the rest of the time. Ilya seems to regard her trip differently.

Antipathy by AC91, ilya/shane & david/yuna, 9.7k     Yuna can’t help it. There’s just something about Ilya Rozanov that rubs her the wrong way.

Do it Scared by lark_ral, ilya/shane & cast, 8.1k     Shane Hollander's five rules of how to not look gay (and how he breaks them for Ilya Rozanov) + one time he doesn't have to.

#AskIlyaRozanov by fbiyaoi, ilya/shane, 2.7k     Alternatively: the most chronically online NHLer continues to be chronically online, this time under a new username.

Coast-to-Coast by asterlune, ilya/shane & hayden & centaurs, 8.9k     Hayden's video leaks partway through the 2022 season, while Montréal is playing Ottawa. Shane trades himself to the opposing team.

who the f*ck is jane by goldengalaxies, ilya/shane & centaur wags, 2.9k     (the ottawa wag chat finds out about jane. cue them finding out little bits of jane lore until some things add up)

but what came spilling out that day was the truth by sargeantwoof, ilya/shane, 4.6k     OR: Shane & Ilya get a moment to breathe in the final Boston year.

I'm a hot girl and I come in different flavours by rollercoastar, ilya/shane & svetlana, 9.4k     Ilya goes clubbing, and Shane shows up late. While thousands of strangers on the internet completely lose their minds, Shane and Ilya are enjoying themselves.

eleven out of ten by gurlsrool, ilya/shane & centaurs & voyageurs & admirals, nsfw, 12.3k     In which the women Shane has slept with share their experiences on social media, Shane and Ilya both react totally normally, and Hayden would like some clarity on his best friend's sex life A sequel to "ten out of ten"

AJ comes ambling over from where he crashed on Randy's couch and blinks at the situation in the backyard, scratches his belly and goes, “how did you even find him?” And Steve is like “that’s your fucking contribution??? Our friends committed a fucking crime, the Feds will be here in an hour with a fucking SWAT team and probably bring the Mounties too, and we’re gonna go to fucking jail in fucking Canada because kidnapping a national treasure is probably treason there and we're gonna get fucking extradited.” And Hollander is trying to tell them that he hasn’t seen their faces and if they’ll let him go, they’ll be fine and he'll pay whatever ransom they want, and Randy is yelling because these fuckers are too stupid to live, but Tommy and Steve are still going on and on about their hero Ilya fucking Rozanov being so grateful, and then Randy’s next door neighboor opens their back door and Randy pulls everyone into the house, and in the silence Hollander says, “you know if you just want to meet Rozanov, I have his number, I’m sure he’d come by.”

And that’s how Randy finds out they have Hollander’s phone but these goddamn idiots didn’t even fucking disable it, and so they all sit in Randy’s kitchen, and Tommy’s staring at a contact reading Lily and Hollander says, “it’s an inside joke,” somewhat panicked, but they do call the number and a dark voice with a Russian accent they all know very well answers, “Hollander, did you change your mind about no sex during playoffs rule? Is a little late before game, but I’m sure I can comfort you after losing tonight,” and the only one who says anything after that is Hollander, who mutters a fuck under the bag over his head which he’s still wearing because Tommy and Steve didn’t buy any goddamn masks. Randy can see that the other guys don’t get it because they’re either still too drunk (Tommy), too hungover (AJ) or just too fucking stupid (Steve). And look, Randy’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he’s bi and occasionally hooks up with a guy and he is suddenly aware that he’s having Ilya fucking Rozanov’s… something… kidnapped in his kitchen and if Rozanov is anything in real life like he is on the ice they’re dead men if they hurt a hair on Hollander’s head.

“What the fuck?” AJ’s scratching his head this time and Steve’s blinking like a confused mole rat, but Tommy’s maybe less drunk than Randy thought because he blurts out, “you’re fucking Hollander?”

There’s a beat, then Rozanov’s voice comes over the phone, an entire octave deeper. “Who is this?”

Panicked, Tommy slams the phone down. “What the fuck?”

“He’s going to kill us,” Randy says, seeing his life flash before his eyes. “He’s not going to thank us, he’s going to kill us because we kidnapped his boyfriend or whatever.”

“Boyfriend?” AJ repeats.

“Wait, you thought Rozanov would thank you for kidnapping me?” Hollander’s voice comes from under the bag and that’s officially too much for Tommy, who rips the bag off, takes Hollander by the shoulders, shakes him and shouts in his face, “you’re his fucking boyfriend?”

Hollander blinks against the sudden brightness. “What? No. No, I’m not—we’re not—look, I just—we—you can’t think he—we’re rivals, okay, and he loves winning, but he’s fair, like he wouldn’t want me kidnapped to win. That’s all, I swear.”

Hollander looks freaked the fuck out, but he’s also been kidnapped so Randy can’t be sure that this is gay panic, because kidnapping panic probably trumps gay panic, even for a closeted athlete.

“Someone tell me what fuck is going on!” Rozanov’s voice comes through the speaker and yeah, he sounds angry. Dropping gloves, beating out a couple of teeth, getting a game misconduct angry.

Tommy, Steve, and AJ all turn to Randy which is just un-fucking-fair. “Why are you looking at me? This was your hair-brained scheme!”

AJ takes a step back. “Whoa, hey, I was asleep on the couch.”

“It was your fucking idea,” Tommy says.

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” AJ yells. “I thought we were all joking around. I didn’t think you fucking morons would actually go out and kidnap Shane fucking Hollander!”

Shane fucking Hollander, who is in Randy’s kitchen, still watching them with apprehension. No one’s holding on to him and his hands are only tied with zip ties in front of his body. He’s not a fighter on the ice, but he is a two hundred pound hockey player and Randy thinks he could probably do some damage.

“Shut up!” Rozanov roars through the phone, and everybody falls silent.

“Someone put Hollander on the phone right fucking now!”

With shaking hands, Tommy takes the phone and holds it out to Hollander.

“Rozanov,” Hollander says, and his voice is entirely flat.

“Are you hurt?” Rozanov’s voice is clipped.

“No.”

There’s a slight pause. “How much do they want?”

“They haven’t said anything,” Hollander says. “I, um, get the feeling this is not about money though.”

“Then what do they want?”

Hollander looks at Randy.

“Nothing,” Randy hastily says. “We don’t want anything, okay, this is just a misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding.” Rozanov’s voice is cold enough to freeze the blood in Randy’s veins. They’re all so fucking dead.

“A drunken prank that went very wrong,” Randy says. “We're really sorry, we meant no harm. Please, this is just—”

“Address,” Rozanov interrupts him.

Randy swallows and then tells Ilya fucking Rozanov where he lives.

“I will be there in twenty minutes. No one moves. If you hurt Hollander, you are dead. If you breathe a word about this to anyone, you are dead. If you post about this on social media… you understand.”

“Yes.”

“Good. You will also not hang up. Hollander, keep talking so I know you are okay.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know! Recite hockey stats or something. Fuck. Just keep talking.”

“Fuck.” Hollander looks up at Randy’s ceiling, then he starts talking. “So the Metros and the Raiders met for the playoffs for the first time….”

And then Randy and the morons he calls his friends get a pretty good history lesson on the Metros-Raiders rivalry.

Sixteen minutes later, Randy’s back door almost flies off its hinges as Ilya Rozanov storms into his house. Thankfully, no one ends up dead, even though Randy wishes he could kill Tommy and Steve with his bare hands.