we can be alone. ✨together✨

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But I love the idea that Ilya tells Marly about why he’s leaving. Like he can take the whole city he loves and the team he loves and the sport he loves hating him and not being able to defend himself but Marly is the closest thing he has to an actual brother and god help him he actually trusts the guy. So he tells him and Marly is aghast with the Romeo and Juliet level shit going on in his bros life. He KNEW Roz would never walk away from them for no reason. This is some noble ass shit bro.

So to Ilya’s shock and amusement and slight horror not only does Marly take everything super well and keep going on about how “dope and hardcore romantic and shit” this move is but. After the beginning of his first season where he’s getting scraped over the coals for not being able to turn the team around instantly Marly decides his only option is to fall on the sword alongside his bro and request a mid season transfer to Ottawa. Weibe or management in Ottawa request a meeting with Ilya to be like “why the fuck is this random Boston defenseman fighting tooth and nail to come here? Did you ask him to?”

He refuses to let his captain march alone into hell (a boring suburb of a boring town) for his lover. He will fight at his side until they rise victorious or fall nobly. He says this shit very seriously while drunk to Shane and Ilya is just shrugging behind him.

Obviously the centaurs all adore him. Obviously he refuses to let Ilya sink into too bad of a depression because he’s now deeply invited in all this and takes his role very seriously. He’s like calling Shane when Ilya won’t get out of bed just “Hollzy bro. Roz is suffering. He can’t even play GTA right now. You must come visit as soon as possible or send him hole pics or something.”

Together with the power of their friendship and the assistance of Troy Barrett they open a sick ass club in Ottawa and manage to launch a nightlife scene basically on their own.

"but you know me, i'm lazy, so." "i don't know that side of you at all."

"is that what we are going to do? relax?" "i hope so. i would like to relax with you. for once."

"because you like to be bad." "hey, that's not what this is. you and me. maybe it was at first but, not now, and not for a long time."

to the point where it even usurps other peoples interpretations of ilya before he gets the chance to internalize them -

"but, you hate him." "no. i mean, i get that. but no. i love him."

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The Shane Hollander Debacle by nineteenohtwo not rated | 1.3k words The Athletic NHL ✅ @/TheAthleticNHL Shane Hollander was the only player who did not wear Pride Tape on his stick during Centaurs Pride Night Glittering Gold by kaijuerotica rated e | 52k words In 2009, Ilya Rozanov won his first World Figure Skating title. That same year, Shane Hollander was selected first overall by the Boston Raiders.

In 2014, both are chosen to represent their countries in the Sochi Olympics.

A lot can change in two weeks. (sub)textual evidence by PenAndInkPrincess rated m | 13.4 k words “-can’t see each other again,” Ilya says, looking only at Shane’s hand, holding it so, so gently and stroking over Shane’s skin so, so softly. The soothing feeling of it makes it very hard to focus, but Shane tries very hard to do it anyway. “I tried-we tried, but this can’t happen again.” It takes a moment, but Shane finally manages to make sense of the words, and he lets out a soft noise of understanding.

Ah. He’s apologizing that he won’t be able to see Shane in the hospital again before he leaves.

“I understand,” he says, and he does. It was probably really hard for Ilya to get here even once, and it can’t be very long before his plane leaves. He’s sad, of course–they didn’t even get to spend time together, really–but it’s not like this will be the last chance they ever have to see each other. He gives Ilya his best attempt at a smile, and if it comes out a little sad, too, all Ilya does is reach out to stroke the backs of his fingers gently over his cheek.

(ilya goes through with his plan to break up with shane in the hospital) (the problem? shane is too high to understand that he's being broken up with) the stupid plan doesn't work anymore by the7thwriterinthedark rated m | 10.1k words When Shane learns that Ilya's plane has crashed and he doesn't even know who Ilya's emergency contact is or if Ilya's alive, he has a stunning realization that Ilya dying without anyone knowing what they are to one another would be a torment.

Ilya is injured in the plane crash, Shane does a lot of coming out.

“I love you,” says Shane, “I love you so fucking much, Ilya. And when you’re less loopy, I think we need to talk about how the stupid plan doesn’t work anymore.” Ilya’s mostly out of it by now, but he snorts, “Hollander wants to deviate from plan? Must be very serious for me, yes?” “You’re going to be fine.” Shane can’t even entertain the possibility of anything else, “Go to sleep.” Blood for the Blood God by agatestones not rated | 4.4k words This seems a little unkind to you but maybe I mean a little unkind to hockey? Because it also makes you sound like a superhero. Love you -- Dad Not so gay you can’t fuck Rose Landry by grabmyboner rated e | 3k words Shane confesses he imagined Ilya the entire time he was with Rose Landry, couldn’t even stay hard without picturing Ilya’s mouth and cock. Ilya, burning with possession, demands the filthy details while he gets on his knees for Shane. -🏒- “Tell me again,” Ilya says, voice low, almost a growl. “Everything you thought about when you were inside her.” picture frames by scarlettroses rated t | 3.6k words It goes well until he’s standing in Ilya’s— their— living room, holding a framed photo of the 2014-15 Montréal Voyageurs and their first Stanley Cup, rooted to the spot. - or, the one where moving to ottawa brings up some complicated feelings. We Didn’t Even Kiss by MultiFandomLoverWriterShipper rated t | 7.2k words Years into their relationship, Shane ends up wine-warm in Ilya’s lap, kissing every inch of his face he can reach and out of nowhere he brings up Vegas 2014. The penthouse. The elevator. The text Shane almost sent. Seeing his husband quiet, vulnerable, and still aching over it, Ilya stops joking for once and promises that it'll never happen again. They don't have sex, just kiss, Ilya kissing the living fuck out of Shane, making up for lost kisses. blackbird, fly by scarlettroses rated g | 2.8k words CBC News Archives | July 2005 Mini-Doc: Meet Ottawa’s 14 year-old hockey phenom, Shane Hollander [Video - 3:26] - The video has been over for long enough that his screen has gone dark, but Ilya is still stuck staring at the device.

He hasn’t let any tears spill over yet, but god, he’s going to cry. Trying to Guess if Shane Hollander is Gay, Straight, or a Homophobe | Gaydar by Violet_Thistle rated g | 2.8k words “Name three lesbian artists.” “Artists? Like painters?” Anania chuckles. “Sure if you know any of those off the top of your head.” Shane looks at her with wide eyes. “Okay, I meant like, musicians, actors, entertainers.” Anania prompts him. “Oh,” Shane’s expression remains tinged with uncertainty. “Uh, do athletes count?” “No, I want to see if you know anything beyond sports.” “Okay, um…” Shane looks all around as if the answer might appear from around a tree. “Uh….” “Oh, honey.” Anania shook her head. “The bar is so low.” ~ OR: Shane Hollander goes on Gaydar and is interviewed by Anania to see if she can guess if he’s gay, straight, or a homophobe. It goes about as badly as you’d expect. thylacine by anonymous rated e | 9.6k words He’s just about ready to doze off—his ritualistic pre-dinner, thirty-minute nap—when, suddenly, Ilya says, “Huh. Interesting.”

Shane cracks one eye open. “Hmm?”

“Oh, nothing, малыш,” he replies, though his brows are furrowed when he says it. Shane’s even more curious now.

“No, really, what is it?”

Ilya must lose some internal debate; a deep sigh leaves his body before, wordlessly, he turns his phone to Shane.

The bright light makes him squint, still not used to Ilya and his affinity for both using the light-mode feature and turning the brightness in his phone to a maximum. He forgoes scolding him when, after his eyes have adjusted, he reads: Metros acquires Fil-Canadian Rivera; second Asian player in franchise history after Hollander.

At first he thinks, oh, that’s my name. Shane hasn’t seen his name mentioned remotely near the words ‘Montreal Metros’ ever since he transferred to Ottawa three years ago. Then, and this is when it finally dawns on him, Shane thinks: second? we go heavy harder by decideophobia rated e | 7.8k words He wants to tell Rozanov to get over himself, shut up and fuck off. In that order. What he does say is, “I—I want to, uh…to try something.”

“Tell me,” Rozanov says, drawing back a little. His hands are back on Shane’s body and he slips his fingers under the hem of his shirt to draw his fingertips over Shane’s abs.

Shane takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “I want to suck you off upside down.”

Shane braces his palms on the counter top of the kitchen island Rozanov has trapped him against and hoists himself up, then spins and lies down on his back, shuffling a little until he feels the edge of the counter hit the back of his neck. He looks up at Rozanov towering over him like this, and the zing of arousal that zips through him is so strong it makes his skin tingle and heat pour through his veins, pooling between his legs.

OR; Shane sees porn that he wants to try with Rozanov.

men just love to run their fucking mouth about what women do or do not want without even once considering consulting any actual women on the matter

somehow being progressive and secular automatically means putting women's bodies on display (although of course these people would shame women showing that much skin because they chose to). gee, I wonder why...