what's gonna be left of the world (if you're not in it) by PrincessAmericaChavez (mature, 24.9k)

“What? Hollander too scared to face me?” Ilya chirps, because if he goes another minute without at least mentioning the man that has been consuming his every thought for two weeks he might go insane. He needs someone else to acknowledge his existence, his absence, to fucking tell him what’s going on so he can finally get it off his mind. It’s just a stupid mystery. That’s why it bugs him.

And then Hayden Pike looks up. Dark bruised circles under his eyes, face pale like a sheet, eyes red rimmed and puffy like he has been crying all day. The face of a man mourning.

Ilya feels like the ice might crack under him. Something’s wrong with Shane.

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Set pre-Tuna melt: something has happened to Shane Hollander, but of course no one is telling his life long rival what happened.

My Kingdom For a Kiss by tippitytap (teen, 31.4k)

Shane and Ilya managed to hide their relationship for over a decade.

What if they manage to hold out a little longer, get married in secret, deal with their mental well-beings, and then get to tell the world on their own terms?

flight (the rapid motion of wings) by queer-zombies (LaVoileBlanche) (explicit, 28.2k)

They toe off their shoes in the entryway and Shane looks around, pulling in a deep breath and letting it go. Two hours ago, his dad had walked in on him and Ilya and Shane had thought the world was ending. Now, the world seems bigger and more plausible than ever, like a smooth, fresh field of ice, stretching all the way to the horizon, just waiting for his skates to mark it up. He turns, and there is Ilya, hands in his pockets, watching Shane with a look of lazy contentment on his face as if he feels it, too.

OR: Two weeks at the cottage.

oh well, I guess we're gonna find out! by angel_deux (mature, 95k)

Shane leaves that Vegas penthouse suite feeling wretched, and like an idiot, and like he never wants to see Ilya Rozanov again.

Except, well. Then there are zombies.

The Real WAGs, SAPs, and WAPs of the Ottawa Centaurs by sunsetflips (mature, 2.8k)

"Don't worry, the token top of the group is listening and learning," Harris said, nodding in Shane's direction.

Shane looked up and smiled a very vacant smile back at them, until his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Wait, what? You mean me?"

Or; Shane reveals some details about his relationship with Ilya at the Ottawa Centaur WAGs night, and unintentionally outs himself as a bit of a freak.

one week, two hours, and six minutes by WingedQuill (mature, 21k)

On June 17th, 2017, Ilya Rozanov is declared dead following the crash of Air Canada Flight 11040.

On June 24th, he comes back to life.

Shane spends the intervening week on a silent retreat, more or less.

Two-Four-Eight-One-Oh-Eight (Ilya Hollander. Shane Rozanov) by callmeautumn (general, 4.8k)

“Maybe—maybe Lily is sleeping,” she says. Bargaining, she realizes numbly. She’s bargaining for more time. And for whatever is unfolding here to stop unfolding and in fact fold itself back up. Her thumb shifts away from the call button. “And you should be sleeping too, mister.”

“He’s not sleeping.” Shane flares his nostrils—another gesture Yuna hasn’t seen in so many years. “He’s waiting for me to call a third time. Mom. Please. He’s—he’ll be so worried.”

Yuna shifts her thumb and lets it drop. Is Yuna a bad mother if she hopes "Lily" doesn’t pick up?

-x-

or: Shane needs to call someone the night he's laid out by Marlow, and Yuna reflects on her quietly, obsessively devoted son.

Super Freak by coziecake (explicit, 8.6k)

Shane can’t get off without thinking about Ilya.

So he calls him.

OR; Super Virgin pt 2

Operation O Canada, or The Hollander-Rozanov Method of Soft Launching a Marriage by robbinscinquefoil (teen, 118k)

“Can’t hang out tonight, Hayd. I have plans.”

“Bullshit,” Hayden responds. “You never have plans.”

Objectively, this used to be true. Nowadays Shane has many, many plans, between his nightly plans to look at Ilya’s penis through Skype and his various long-term plans laid out helpfully in his notebook, Canva (For Ilya’s sake. He is a visual learner), and more recently, Excel. Shane loves that excel sheet. He’s colour coded it.

In 2017, Shane Hollander spirals and proposes to his boyfriend of 4 days (or 7 years, or 9 years, or not his boyfriend at all, depending on how you look at it), which leads to a lot of plans, weird theories in the Montreal Voyageur locker room, some Twitter drama, and Ilya Rozanov entering his WAG era.

I Collapse into Your Arms by mannaray (teen, 6k)

A timeline of Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov's rise into the NHL and their relationship told through the lens of hockey stan twitter.

Crash and Burn Brighter by SuperiorJello (mature, 19k)

When the Centaur's plane goes down in early 2021, Shane is left a shell of who he once was. When he dies in an accident months later, he is reunited with his Ilya... in 2008. This fic is a series of moments as they live through to 2021 again, but they make things a little easier on themselves and for the people around them. The first chapter is Shane's POV, taking place in the early years. Second chapter is Kip's POV as the hockey world shifts around the phenomenon that is Hollanov.

Shane Hollander vs. the Power of Friendship by sillylittlepal (teen, 3.4k)

Shane gets added to the Ottawa Centaurs WAG group chat and gets the support network he didn't know he needed.

Bitter Pine by ladyshadowdrake (explicit, 7.5k)

A hit during a game knocks Shane's suppressant patch free, and Ilya escorts him off the ice, secret relationship be damned.

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"…Shane Hollander appears to have just broken through his suppressant patch, or possibly that hit knocked it off. Folks, you won't believe it, but Hollander may have just gone into acute heat on the ice. Every player in the rink has frozen, but this could turn ugly quickly. He's gone down at center ice and he's not moving—"

"There are a lot of alphas and three other omegas on these two teams, and if the reaction of the crowd is anything to go by, half the stadium is getting a lungful of Hollander's pheromones right now."

Bad idea right? by Zend_nudz (teen, 4.3k)

"I am going to call him," Ilya said.

Or how Ilya drunkenly comes out to the Raiders and they stop him from making a call he'll regret.

shane & ilya: certified homophobes by goldengalaxies (not rated, 3k)

Rozanov hello this is ilya rozanov

Rozanov can you please stop with this

Rozanov i am not homophobic

Rozanov hollander is not homophobic 

Rozanov you are making my life very hard🙄🙄

Vaughny maybe u should stop being a homophobic asshole

Scott Well, I’m glad to hear you’re not homophobic but I’d love to see some actual proof of that first.

Rozanov i hate you both

Rozanov one moment

Rozanov i wanted to send picture of me fucking my boyfriend as proof

Rozanov but he said no😣😣😣😣

(after a misunderstanding, ilya is cancelled for being homophobic to scott hunter. when shane and ilya announce their friendship, shane is also cancelled for the association with a 'homophobe')

OttaWAGS by annanotherthing (mature, 6.4k)

In which Ilya enjoys using Twitter to tease his team mates, the WAGs are amazing, and Shane gets punched (but it's ok, it's only Hayden. And a "reflex")

I'll see myself out by Aeithalian (explicit, 26.6k)

Shane stared up at the ceiling. Everything he’d been keeping inside for the last month was threatening to boil over into a ugly mess, and his eyes stung. “I thought that if I could just ignore it, it would go away. I thought that if I gave it more time, I’d keep myself from doing something drastic.”

He rubbed at his face and kept his hands there, a shield to protect him from the weight of the decision he couldn’t keep running from. “It’s been weeks, and I don’t know what to do. I feel sick every time I think about going back, but…” He looked at Ilya and saw the blue eyes there creased with concern, sadness, and that simmering anger at everything that had ever hurt Shane. He sniffed. “I don’t think I’m strong enough to leave. Leaving feels like giving up. But so does staying.”

“No.” Ilya shook his head and shuffled forward so his body was mirroring Shane’s, twin parentheses encompassing their shared years in between worn bodies. “No, my love.”