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This is Shirasade‘s fic and vid recs collection, starting 2015. (Unfortunately my recs from 2005 onwards were hosted on Delicious and went bust with the site, although I was able to import an old bookmarks list from 2010 into Tagpacker, and I’m currently in the process of adding the bookmarks from this site there as well.) Because I moved from Delicous to Tumblr and now WordPress, the older posts don’t look quite so pretty.

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Take A Step Forward?, by dprkives

“Did I do something wrong?” Shane asks, his voice cracking on the last word. He detests being vulnerable and asking for reassurance, even from people he’s comfortable with. And he would probably describe this situation as literally anything but comfortable.

He bites his lip and hopes the blood he draws will distract him from the stinging in his eyes.

“No, Hollander,” Rozanov answers. “It was not you.”

“Okay, well, if it’s not me, will you at least look at me?” Shane snaps. “You don’t kiss me all night, except for that one time in that disgusting fucking bathroom, you don’t want to talk to me in bed, and now you won’t even look at me anymore. How am I supposed to think that that’s not about me? Do I really mean that fucking little to you?”

Source: Take A Step Forward?, by dprkives – Heated Rivalry (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Adult, canon-divergence. Shane sends the “We didn’t even kiss” – it changes things. The whole Vegas penthouse scene is just incredibly uncomfortable to watch, but how nice if something like this had grown from it…

limelight, by anyabarnes

Ilya’s staring. And he has been, for far longer than socially acceptable. Mr. Hollander is looking up at him, eyes sparkling with amusement. 

“Mr. Hollander.” Ilya swallows. His eyes flit across Mr. Hollander’s face. “Is a pleasure to meet you, sir.” Pleasure is an understatement, but he can’t parse through English definitions fast enough to find a better word. 

“Congratulations.” Mr. Hollander holds up his glass and nods towards Ilya. “No one deserves it more than you, kid. Your work ethic…” Mr. Hollander shakes his head, eyebrows raised, and lets out a low whistle. “You’re hungry. It’s impressive.”

Source: limelight, by anyabarnes – Game Changers Series – Rachel Reid [Archive of Our Own]

Adult, age difference AU. Rookie of the Year Ilya Rozanov meets hockey legend Shane Hollander… Feels a bit OOC but young Ilya being instantly desperate for a much more self-assured “Mr. Hollander” is rather delicious. And incredibly sexy.

back and forth from new york, by alphalupi

“Can you waive your no trade?” she asked, her voice gentle and her arms wrapped around him like she could hold him together by sheer force of will; she was doing a pretty good job of it, honestly.

Shane paused and thought back to that moment in the locker room where it’d started to feel like retiring as a Voyageur was no longer in the cards, thought about how he’d always assumed that would feel like heartbreak. But now he knew what heartbreak felt like, he knew that there was more to life than hockey even if hockey was so much of what made him him. He didn’t want to give it up, that was for damn sure, but he might just be able to stomach giving up Montreal.

Source: back and forth from new york – Chapter 1, by alphalupi – Game Changers Series – Rachel Reid [Archive of Our Own]

Teen, canon-divergence. What if Shane had left the Voyageurs much earlier and ended up in New York with (a still-closeted) Scott Hunter? I love fics where Shane ends up with a much more supportive team and people who see how awesome he is. This is an epically long, incredibly enjoyable version, even if the last two chapters are still missing.

I’m Reading Your Lips (You’re Speaking My Language), by some1_around

Rozanov cocked his head. “You speak Russian? Or just the curse words?”

“Yes, I speak Russian,” he snapped, defensive and angry. He knew that it had been a mistake to even try to be friendly with Rozanov. “Why? Do I not look Russian to you?” He scoffed.

“No, not really,” Rozanov said. Some of his teammates laughed, although they mostly looked surprised that Shane was speaking to them at all. Rozanov didn’t laugh, though. “Are you Russian?”

“Go fuck yourself.”

Source: I’m Reading Your Lips (You’re Speaking My Language) – Chapter 1, by some1_around – Game Changers Series – Rachel Reid [Archive of Our Own]

Mature, canon-divergence. How would their relationship have changed if Shane was already speaking Russian when he met Ilya? This is such a great concept!

Never Tell Me The Odds, by KatHowardApologist

“You two, if one of you doesn’t explain what the fuck is going on. Maybe explain when our C and A became fucking traitors” 

“What the fuck are you on about now, Drapeau?” Hayden immediately snapped. Before the goalie shoved his phone into Hayden’s hands, Shane could already distantly feel the floor begin to tilt underneath him and the roar of an ocean swirling inside his head. He didn’t really understand what was happening yet, but somehow his body was filled with dread. 

He looked over at the phone, momentarily confused. It was a video of Hayden doing one of his fanmail videos, then in the background, he could see the real reason they were watching the video. He saw himself and the love of his life kissing, clear as day in the reflection. He was so completely fucked.

Source: Never Tell Me The Odds – Chapter 1, by KatHowardApologist – Game Changers Series – Rachel Reid [Archive of Our Own]

Mature, canon-divergence. The fanmail video isn’t leaked to the public but only to the Metros, forcing Shane to depart much earlier. It’s still painful, but being in Ottawa with Ilya makes everything much less traumatic…

peacetime like a liminal space, by mercess

With a yawn, he unlocks it and pulls it open, and that yawn becomes a squeak, which becomes a cough, which becomes “Buck?” He squeezes his eyes shut, rubs them with his knuckles, and pries them back open.

Gale is still there in the soft light of the hallway, the leather of his A-3 jacket gleaming and crusher cap angled just-so, toothpick a taunt and temptation both in the corner of his mouth. He’s smirking and, if John didn’t know better, blushing as he gives John a quick once-over. John looks down at himself. Lipstick is still smeared on his nipples. Clearing his throat, he tugs the robe tighter shut, shielding his chest from Gale’s sight.

Blue eyes flick up to his, amusement crystal clear. John feels faint. Perhaps this is how a Victorian felt upon seeing an ankle.

“Hey, Major,” Gale says, his familiar drawl like fingernails over John’s skin, scattering goosebumps. John wants to shiver. He abstains. “You’re a hard man to find.”

Source: peacetime like a liminal space, by mercess – Masters of the Air (TV 2024) [Archive of Our Own]

Adult, post-canon. I read this a while back but somehow don’t think I recced it? Anyways, this is a wonderful POV for a Bucky who’s been trying (in vain, obviously) to fuck Gale out of his system with random women in New York. Except Buck finds him and shows him that just maybe, he doesn’t have to get over him at all.