Hi, thanks for asking! I’m planning to make some more fic rec posts that will have a mix of popular fics and lesser known ones. But one specific fic came to mind with this ask! A fic I read recently and adored was

Teeth of ivory, smiles of gold

By iffervescent

https://archiveofourown.org/works/76844731/chapters/201136001

It’s a total AU premise and is just so delicious!!!

Looking back in my bookmarks, I remember loving this AU as well, and it seems to be more unknown maybe!

Riptide

By sotenderhearted

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80542006/chapters/211517346

I’ve been reading so many wonderful Hollanov fanfics for the last few months! More than one fic was discovered through tumblr fic recs, so I wanted to give back. Here are 5 more of my favorites!  

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careful all the time by Anonymous

Words: 24,384

I love to reread this! It is just such a great look at both their characters. I also love Svetlana and the way this fic characterizes her is perfection. 

I love this scene of Shane hiding inside Ilya’s shirt when he asks him a question lol  but don’t want to spoil too much, so I cut out the conversation – 

Shane groaned and pulled Ilya’s rucked up tank top over his head, so he was trapped in the warm dark against Ilya’s chest. Ilya laughed, one hand cupping the back of Shane’s head, over the black fabric, and the other skating up and down Shane’s spine. Shane never wanted to move again. They stayed like that for a while without speaking. [...] Ilya extracted him from his tank top, stroking through Shane’s hair. Shane was conflicted, not sure if he wanted to move upward to Ilya’s mouth or downward to where he was hardening against Shane’s leg. From barely anything at all, just from having Shane near. Ilya made the decision for him, guiding him up to a kiss. Shane’s mind blanked out with a peaceful putter like an old computer shutting down. This really was the best way to deal with his bitterness and insecurities and general mess. He had no hope he would ever untangle it, but Ilya could make him forget it existed for a while.

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for a split sec, I was a train wreck by Anonymous

Words: 19,008

Ilya is a mess in this fic and it is somehow so real and so endearing and so funny! Both this fic and the above “careful all the time” feel like canon to me. If you enjoy both these fics, be sure to check out the other works of the author here. So many great fics! 

He didn’t feel under any pressure to be a good host considering he was hurt. In fact he was expecting them to bring him food. The main piece of housekeeping he undertook to get the place ready was moving his MVP trophy from the home gym to his coffee table, then lighting a circle of Svetlana’s candles around it for good measure. When his team filtered into the living room it got the laughs he’d been looking for. “You’re such an asshole,” Marlow said. “Bro,” said Stevens. “Why do you even have all these candles?” Ilya shrugged. Svetlana didn’t like him to talk about her to his teammates and he couldn’t really blame her. She knew hockey players too well. “You’re such a kid,” someone else said. “Why do you think?” Ilya frowned at the implication. “I do not light candles to get women to fuck me,” he said. “I light candles to show off my trophies.” Candles for sex was ridiculous, try-hard, like something from a trashy book. The kind of thing, maybe, he thought, that Shane would like.

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Eurydice by Karaxuno

Words: 75,290

This is a bio BDSM fic, which is a trope I love. It’s also just really beautifully written and I feel bad for Shane but also so happy for him and Ilya. My favorite scene is a bit of a spoiler, but here’s a great exchange from chapter 1 – 

“I’m…” Shane trails off, but as soon as he lifts his head, he just has to let it drop back against the headrest, “‘S too heavy.” He says before he can realise he’d not wanted to say that aloud. Rozanov laughs, and that makes him feel a little better, makes him feel like maybe he could lift his head if he absolutely needed to, “Yes, still down I think. You are sweet down, hm?” Nobody’s ever called Shane sweet before. Uptight, high strung, needy, even frigid. Nice, kind, polite, sometimes bland. But never sweet, he would’ve remembered that. Sweet was something reserved for people’s loved ones. Their partners, even their closest friends: the people they chose to keep around them. The only time Shane has ever been chosen is for hockey, and even then it had been a lie. A carefully crafted, neutral lie. He doesn’t mean to tear up but maybe they’re leftovers from earlier, when everything had seemed so loud and busy. Rozanov seems to understand. He shushes him gently, with quiet words in a language Shane doesn’t understand. His hand rests on the edge of the leather seat, close enough to Shane’s shoulder that he is there, but far away enough that they do not touch.

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Accounting by theribbonsweregreen

Words:3,766

I love how Ilya and Shane are obsessed with each other in this fic. It is also one of those fics that is a lot of dialogue and conversation and I just love how this author writes that! What they say is either like so funny or so sweet and touching. 

“I don’t need to save,” Ilya says and rolls his eyes. “And is good deal! Two for one, see?” he flips his phone screen in Shane’s direction. They were sat toe to toe on Shane’s sofa in the cottage. The burning fireplace making Shane’s hair appear reddish on the edges. “Why the fuck would you need two industrial pizza ovens?” “Why not?” “One day we are going to be old and dying. And we’re going to be medically fucked because we spent thirty years playing hockey. Do you know how expensive good hospice care is? Actually, you should know!” Ilya feels every inch of the inside of his body turn to pure silk. He is overwhelmed in it. Shane is pure fire. He gets so fierce with him, but never patronising. Like Ilya is a peer, a worthy opponent, an equal. “I love you,” he says simply at Shane’s irritated face. The irritation smooths out, “I love you, too.” “And maybe,” Shane swallows, “I would like to leave an inheritance to our fucking kids or whatever.” “Our fucking kids or whatever?” “Yes.” Shane nods once, blushing and refusing to make eye contact. “Our kids would fucking love a pizza oven. Perfect. Two for one. No fighting over who gets the one pizza oven. I am planning ahead. This is what you are always saying.”

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Change Your Win Conditions by Vee (Vera_DragonMuse)

Words: 102,971

In this AU Ilya becomes one of the coaches on the Centaurs and Shane comes from Montreal to play on their team. The writing is phenomenal. Usually a break-up / make-up is not my cup of tea but the yearning in this fic was excellent! It is a long read, which I love, and it is part of a series. This moment always sticks with me --

[Ilya] had slept on his right arm and had already started paying for it before he arrived. The anticipation and nerves weren't helping. He managed to get his left skate tied, but when he bent to the right one, he already knew it was a lost cause. The tremble was bad, far too shaky to get a grip on the lace, let alone the strength to tie it even with his left doing most of the work. If he waited long enough, Bren would come back and Ilya could ask him to do it. That would be mildly embarrassing, but relatively fine. Unless Bren just called for him from the ice. Then Ilya would have to fake something to get his attention. Worrying about it was making it worse. Galina would tell him to close his eyes, so he did. He used his left hand to cover them for good measure, blocking out input. Circle breathing. 1,2 in. 3,4 hold. 5,6 out. 1, 2 in, 3, 4, hold, 5,6… his laces were going tight. What? Ilya dropped his hand and opened his eyes. Kneeling at his feet was Shane fucking Hollander. With the diligence and speed of long practice, Hollander finished tying Ilya's skate as if it was a perfectly normal thing to do. Then he tilted his head back to look up at Ilya. Hollander on his knees with the warmest brown eyes ever gifted to a human being, and his gorgeous freckles met Ilya's dumbfounded gaze and smiled ever so slightly. "Hi, coach," Hollander said softly. "Sorry, I'm late."

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Hope you find something you like!