341 – 360 of 6,916 Works

  1. Shane and Ilya play for the same team. Shane and Ilya start hooking up. Shane and Ilya start falling in love. Except... they each think the other has had a girlfriend this whole time. It would be a lot simpler if either of them could actually communicate.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    9,735
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #92320246
  2. Brad Hammersmith @BHammerRaiders
    Replying to @raidersfangirl26 @BHammerRaiders
    @raidersfangirl26 Uh…what did I ever do to you, random teenage girl hockey fan?

    ella @raidersfangirl26
    Replying to @BHammerRaiders @raidersfangirl26
    you skate like bambi on ice and i find it personally offensive. i can recommend a retirement home if you’d like

    Brad Hammersmith @BHammerRaiders
    Replying to @raidersfangirl26 @BHammerRaiders
    What the fuck? I’m 34. And why did you tweet last month that “brad hammersmith looks like he has a not-like-the-other-girls complex but he actually is like the other girls”. What does that mean?!

    ella @raidersfangirl26
    Replying to @BHammerRaiders @raidersfangirl26
    you forgot the part where i said it’s ok to be like the other girls

    -

    In which a group of unlikely queers terrorizes the whole of the NHL, Boston, Montreal, and Ottawa, but most of all…each other.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    109,109
    Chapters:
    16/16
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #87664181
  3. Dykstra comes over and claps Luca on his other shoulder. “No need to feel weird. Tiger stripes, yeah?”

    “Tiger stripes?” Roz repeats.

    Dykstra nods. “Yeah, learned that from my wife when she was pregnant with Suzie. You know, because they show she survived the battle of being pregnant and all that.”

    Or: The Centaurs have been debating for a while whether the great playboy Ilya Rozanov moved to Ottawa for love. After a locker room conversation about tiger stripes, Wyatt is pretty sure Roz has his own tiger stripes woman. Or, well, maybe rather a tiger stripes person.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    2,288
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #92313836
  4. At the end of the summer—after the cup win, after the cottage trip with Shane's parents, after moving into the exiting expanse of their new house together—Shane and Ilya invite Marley to dinner. They have something to tell him.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    4,758
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #92349126
  5. “Okay. Um. Hi. I wanted to introduce myself.”

    “… I know who you are,” Luca said, and then kicked himself internally. Maybe he should have stuck to French after all.

    "You're a strong all-round forward," Hollander said, and Luca was actually relieved when his instinct was to blush, or say something - anything - rather than to just white out on the spot. Shane fucking Hollander knew about him. Shane fucking Hollander's team had made the playoffs; they sure as fuck weren't getting top five first-round draft picks; but Hollander knew about him all the same.

    "I hope this," Luca said.

    "You'll be high in the draft order, I think," Hollander said, and Luca's stomach flipped over. Sure, he had - still had - a Rozanov poster on his wall, and he'd argue with anyone willing to take the other side that Rozanov was the better player of the two of them, but Montréal had the better team (or had, for the past few years; this year, Montréal was out of the playoffs and the Raiders were through to the conference finals). But praise from Shane Hollander was praise from Shane Hollander.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    6,447
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #92334786
  6. Hit and Miss by

    Heated Rivalry (TV)
    • E
    • ✓

    2026-09-10

    Shane summons a demon.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    19,710
    Chapters:
    4/4
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #91270746
  7. Six months after Boston went dark, Shane Hollander walks into the Raiders' arena with a handgun to do the one thing he won't let a patrol do for him. The thing walking the visiting-team corridor says his name.

    What follows is eight days in two borrowed rooms and a school with a fence: a pulse where there wasn't one, a nurse who wants to know for how long, a friend who will walk you to the door and no farther, and a relationship the two of them never managed to be honest about when they both had a pulse.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    18,333
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #92354491
  8. “What makes you so confident you can handle him when Montreal couldn’t?” A reporter asks.

    “Because he actually listens to me. Montreal didn’t have a damn clue how to handle guys like him. Me? Oh, I already got this kid under my thumb.”

    Once celebrated as the NHL’s most promising young player, Shane Hollander’s rookie season collapses after brutally attacking a teammate during a nationally televised playoff game, leaving him suspended, publicly disgraced, and traded to the Boston Raiders.

    Months later, Shane arrives in Boston determined to keep his head down and prove himself. But Ilya Rozanov has already taken an unsettling interest in him.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    68,308
    Chapters:
    7/?
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #86960821
  9. Ilya calls Shane to debrief, from Cliff's bed... but apparently Shane doesn't want to hear about it.

    Shane wants to watch.

    ***

    Right now, sprawled across Roz's chest with Roz's fingertips trailing across the nape of his neck, Cliff does not feel done. He's raw as fuck, limp as a rag. The intensity of it being Roz, not some anonymous hot chick, but Roz whose smile and voice and laugh he knows – having reduced Roz to senseless pleasure – is somehow a thousand times more affecting than even the wildest night with a bunch of puck bunny tens. Feeling Roz smile into his kisses. Hearing Roz curse and gasp. Being welcomed into Roz's body, Christ—he's never had sex like it. That was not just sex. That was… he doesn't know what that was, by the end. A religious experience? 

    Gun to his head, it could best be described as a monumental, life-ruining sex event… and now Roz is going to call Hollzy about it?! Recount the highlights, play by play, while Cliff's still reeling? Fuck! He's not sure he can stay chill with Ilya's accented voice narrating everything they've just done, while Hollzy listens and—and what? Reacts, judges? Ticks off a scorecard?

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    10,432
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #92309846
  10. The Aftermath of the Boxing Day fight

     

    or

     

    How Ilya Rozanov Found Hope

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    1,186
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #92282936
  11. Shane recovered at his parents’ house. For once, he didn’t watch any hockey games after the Metros were knocked out of the playoffs. He knew it baffled his mom, but how was he supposed to tell her that the only thing he wanted to do while watching was analyze and pick apart the plays with Ilya fucking Rozanov — the man who had eviscerated his heart? Some days Shane felt so empty he didn’t know if he even cared about hockey anymore. That always sent him spiraling into a panic, because how could he not care about hockey? All Shane Hollander was supposed to care about was hockey. -- Or, what if Ilya had ended things in the hospital when he went to visit Shane?

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    35,100
    Chapters:
    7/7
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #80428706
  12. Ilya Rozanov had been talking to Harris Drover on Grindr for six months now—which was probably way longer than Grindr’s social etiquette and common sense dictated, but the guy was just something else, and Ilya hadn’t been able to convince himself to stop even once it was clear that they were never going to meet, and that sexting was all he was ever gonna get.

    Harris was—he was fun, in that dry, sarcastic, bitchy, bratty way that Ilya went absolutely feral for. There was just one thing—one tiny, minuscule problem—well, more of a small wrinkle. Inconsequential at best, really.

    Harris was catfishing Ilya with pictures of Shane Hollander.

    or; the risk Ilya took was calculated... but boy, is he bad at math.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    20,054
    Chapters:
    2/3
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #91304586
  13. “Who are you talking to?” Sveta is looking with a raised eyebrow, at Ilya’s delighted face.

    “Ah, I am talking to my catfish.”

    “What do you mean, your catfish?” Ilya angles the phone so Sveta can see the shirtless picture on the screen.

    “This guy is pretending to be Shane Hollander on Grindr. It’s pretty funny. He’s cropped the face out, but he’s using pictures from the billboard next to my apartment.”

    Or: Ilya Rozanov is sure he's being catfished- why would the real Shane Hollander be on Grindr, talking to random university of Ottawa students? But the more he talks to Wayne, the more he starts to like him, and the more he wishes Wayne would just come clean so they can finally be together.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    19,322
    Chapters:
    11/11
    Files:
    2 versions
    AO3:
    #86796417
  14. @SophiaSkatesBoston:

    I bought a FanMail from Ilya Rozanov for a laugh, thinking it must be an admin error to even have him listed but...

    [Video clip begins]

    Ilya Rozanov stands against a bare white wall, wearing athletic shorts and a tank top.

    “Sophia,” he says, faux serious, “thank you for requesting a birthday video. As you can see, I am taking this all very seriously. I have good neutral background, very plain, very boring. Very professional. Does not contain anything that would make the commissioner very angry. Is just a blank wall, I have checked. Because I consider the set up of my shots. I would hate to send happy birthday video with very big, very distracting secret in the background. Would be very unprofessional, very...”

    [Tap to keep watching]

    @CentaursCentral:

    Oh my God, he did not! I laughed so hard at this I think I pulled something.

    @NHL_OffTheRink:

    If you do one thing on hockey twitter today, let it be watching this video.

    @OttawaAlways:

    Ok but has Hayden Pike seen this yet? Does he know?

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    3,243
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #92261491
  15. snapping birch by

    Heated Rivalry (TV)
    • M

    2026-09-09

    Shandry's Third @shaneybaby

    uhhh so im on r/shanehollander rn and some guy is claiming to have cloned shane’s dad’s phone and uploaded it to the internet?? has anyone else clicked on this link will it give me a virus if i do

    7:03 P.M. | 12 Jan 2018 | 135.1k retweets | 232.1k likes

    Shandry's Third @shaneybaby

    okay I googled his dad and he’s a 52 year old forensic accountant who thinks fashion peaked with ralph lauren polo shirts. am I enough of a hollander simp to risk my laptop just to look through the phone of his dad who acts like sandals and bermuda shorts are a risqué choice. yes.

    7:04 P.M. | 12 Jan 2018 | 137.1k retweets | 235.9k likes

    Shandry's Third @shaneybaby

    oh my god his password for everything is ShaneHollander24. pov you love your son so much that it compromises your bank account

    7:04 P.M. | 12 Jan 2018 | 143.7k retweets | 250.7k likes

    Shandry's Third @shaneybaby

    HOLY FUCK

    7:19 P.M. | 12 Jan 2018 | 337.1k retweets | 413.3k likes

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    79,355
    Chapters:
    8/?
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #81167971
  16. For the first time in nineteen years, a sudden, blinding flash of color flooded Ilya’s world.

    It was as if a dormant switch inside him had been violently flipped on. His Alpha instincts, usually as dormant and indifferent as the rest of him, surged forward with a fierce, possessive roar that made his blood run hot. The dull gray reality he had inhabited his entire life vanished, replaced by a single, absolute, unyielding mandate:

    That Omega is mine.

    Ilya didn’t know his name. He didn’t know his story, or his background. But as his blue eyes locked onto the stunning stranger, watching the way his warm brown eyes crinkled with a soft, gentle laugh, Ilya knew with absolute certainty that he would stop at nothing until that Omega belonged to him.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    56,530
    Chapters:
    13/13
    Files:
    2 versions
    AO3:
    #91195831
  17. It was his nest. “You did not have to do this,” Ilya told Shane when he led him to his room—the room with the king bed and the ensuite bathroom and the nice view that he’d needled Shane about only to tease him and try to rile him up. It was Shane’s nest that he hadn’t prepared prior to picking Ilya up from the airport. It was Shane’s nest that he’d been fixing and freshening up whilst Ilya was siting at the kitchen table. Because the cottage was Shane’s safe place, and so of course, he’d build a nest there. OR: Over the years, Shane builds or rebuilds or fixes up his nests whilst Ilya waits outside. This fic covers six of these times.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    2,509
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #92215471
  18. “This might have been a bad idea.”
    “You think so?”
    “Hollander’s pissed.” Marlow said, stating the obvious.
    “No he’s not.” Ilya answered easily. “He’s just nervous.”
    “About what?”

    “About asking if he can watch you fuck me.”

     

    -OR-

    Ilya and Marlow have been hooking up for years - though it was never personal (until it was too late).

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    89,367
    Chapters:
    20/20
    Files:
    2 versions
    AO3:
    #81913166
  19. “Um,” Shane sighs. “It’s a curse, I guess.”
    Icy dread and hot anger coalesce into a hard ball in Ilya’s chest. “What curse?”
    Shane tosses his head, runs a hand through his hair. He looks out the window, because whatever is going on with him is clearly too agonizing to experience while looking directly at Ilya’s face. He crosses his arms over his chest, lurches a single step towards Ilya like he’s attached to a string pulled taut.
    “Remember rookie season,” Shane says, apropos of nothing.
    Ilya cuts a sharp, humorless grin. “Most of it.”
    “They put you on Curse Protocol. You said it was a hazing thing. And I told you, do you remember, that I’d heard of guys—”
    “Getting their dicks cursed off,” Ilya says.
    “Yeah,” Shane says, eyes refusing to settle. He looks fucking hunted, like he expects to be brutally struck down in the very near future. “Well.”

    Shane Hollander is not the first hockey player to be the victim of a nasty playoff curse, but this one is a little different. Ilya rises to the occasion in a couple of ways.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    15,097
    Chapters:
    1/2
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #92238361
  20. The first time it happens, JJ's soul jolts in its neatly held spot, and then splits right down the middle.

    Shane—quiet, brilliant, dependable Shane—is smiling.

    At him.

    It's not his neatly caged media smile, or the smirk that Hayden gets; it's a tiny little grin, the corner of his mouth pulled up, a pinched furrow between his brow as if he's surprised that he thinks JJ is funny. His eyes are crinkled, his canines gleaming between the curve of his lips as he tilts his head to the side and says something.

    OR: For JJ, there is no fall. There is only Shane Hollander, and enduring.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    2,628
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #92222891
  1. ← Previous
  2. 1
  3. …
  4. 16
  5. 17
  6. 18
  7. 19
  8. 20
  9. …
  10. 346
  11. Next →