Greetings, my friends in smut. I love a line of dialogue that I feel bodily. Words that hit like a punch the first time and continue to make you feel something when you remember them. Hot lines.
There are a lot of hot lines in Hollanov fic because these idiots never talk to each other. When they finally do, it’s often wrenching. Ilya’s lines that hit: admissions of what he is going to do to Shane, feelings offered up only when there are no options left.
Shane’s hot lines are simpler, shorter, spare. Matter-of-fact observations or confessions that are fucking painfully earnest and open and raw.
I picked out a few lines from each of the boys to show you what I’m talking about. But there are so many more. What hot lines are knocking around in your head?
—Logan
THINGS ILYA ROZANOV HAS SAID IN FIC THAT HAVE MADE ME THROW MY PHONE DOWN AND GROAN
“I have been a fucking saint, Hollander,” Ilya panted. His hips rolled into the air, rocking against his hand. “You have no idea.”
CAMPUS SECURITY by somnatic (ilya bodyguard/shane son of pm yuna au)
“I think, at this point, we are friends, no?” Ilya asks, his back still to Shane. “Are we?” Shane asks, and Ilya’s lip quirks at the way he can hear the curiosity bleed through Shane’s tone, despite the way he’s clearly trying so hard to sound indifferent. “I consider you a friend, yes. We had food together. Hung out,” he explains. “Okay. Sure, yeah,” Shane agrees, meeting Ilya’s eyes as he turns around to face him. “Friends.” “Good. It is important you know this,” Ilya asks, stepping across the slightly echoey room, his hand going to tilt Shane’s jaw up. “It’s important for you to know I like you,” he says, watching with amusement as more confusion spreads across Shane’s pretty face. “Why?” “Because,” Ilya says softly, condescendingly as he leans down, his mouth close to Shane’s. Shane is so receptive to him, his lips already parting, expecting a kiss. “I am going to fuck you like I hate you.”
NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT, NOT EVEN AT ALL by OrYouCouldHaveMine (idk when this is set but it could be anytime really)
“You’re in love with me? You said,” little hitch of Shane’s breath, “You said you’re in love with me?” Ilya shakes his head even though Shane can’t see it. “You’re not this fucking stupid, Hollander.” “Well obviously I am,” Shane bites back, then sharp intake of breath. “Since, since when?” “The whole fucking time,” Ilya says miserably and hangs up the phone, stubs out his cigarette.
IN YOUR ARMS I’D START A WAR by justthere4ke (they try to be friends only after Tampa)
“It’s different, for me. It means,” Shane stops and starts, inhaling through his nose, “I guess it means more to me.” “No—” Rozanov stops, swears, moaning something in Russian. When he speaks again his voice is very low, a steady, sore cadence. “There is no way it is more than it is for me. Not possible.”
BULL IN THE HEATHER by garagepaperback (situationship era-ish)
“Um, no,” Ilya said, with a bitchy firmness that Shane could tell he would become too fond of if he let himself. “No panic. You had very nice sex, Hollander. That is all. Everything is okay.”
HEAVEN IS A BEDROOM by Charlotte_Stant (mormon shane au)
“I love you,” Ilya said in a rush. “I’m so in love with you”—it sounded wrong in English, not enough—“I want to be with you all the time, to wash your dishes. I want to lick your freckles. I want to go to the grocery store with you and dance with you because you are so terrible at it. I want to get angry at you because no one else could make me so angry, I want to fuck you oh my god I want to do that—but that’s not, that’s not…” He was floundering, he was getting it wrong, he couldn’t say the whole of it, the words simply didn’t exist, not in any language, though every single one of them had tried. Shane swung into his lap, his knees on the stairs on either side of Ilya’s hips, the wood creaking beneath them. He gripped Ilya’s face in his hands, smiling, his teeth white in the dark. “I know,” he said, so gently. “I love you, too.”
I CARRY YOUR HEART (I CARRY IT IN MY HEART) by corvidcordelia (novelists au)
THINGS SHANE HOLLANDER HAS SAID IN FIC THAT HAVE MADE ME BITE MY LIP SO HARD I BLEED
“I love you,” Ilya said in a rush. “I’m so in love with you”—it sounded wrong in English, not enough—“I want to be with you all the time, to wash your dishes. I want to lick your freckles. I want to go to the grocery store with you and dance with you because you are so terrible at it. I want to get angry at you because no one else could make me so angry, I want to fuck you oh my god I want to do that—but that’s not, that’s not…” He was floundering, he was getting it wrong, he couldn’t say the whole of it, the words simply didn’t exist, not in any language, though every single one of them had tried. Shane swung into his lap, his knees on the stairs on either side of Ilya’s hips, the wood creaking beneath them. He gripped Ilya’s face in his hands, smiling, his teeth white in the dark. “I know,” he said, so gently. “I love you, too.”
I CARRY YOUR HEART (I CARRY IT IN MY HEART) by corvidcordelia (novelists au)
“It’s not like you can sink me,” Shane says. “I’m not exposed.” “Ah,” Ilya says. “Fair enough.” Shane takes a hand off the wheel again. He puts it on Ilya’s thigh. “Look, if you went out and bet it all on red, or, hell, on zero, knowing you, I’m not saying I wouldn’t be pissed off. But like, look at me. I’m good, dude. I don’t need you to take care of me. I don’t even need you to take care of you, really. I can do that myself.” At this point, something very strange but unmistakable happens to Ilya. His rib cage feels like a balloon being slowly filled with warm honey. “Can you,” he says. “Yeah,” says Shane, confident. “Okay,” Ilya says, and turns his face towards the window.
CAR WASH REDHEAD, TUBE TOP REM CONCERT, JUROR #6 by rockbound.
It gets one tight corner of his mouth tilted up, though. “It’s kind of hard to believe.” “What?” “Nervous,” Shane says. “You being nervous.” “Not being in love with you?” “No,” Shane settles back into the couch, one leg stretching out. His foot ends up on Ilya’s bare calf, the scratchy hair and soft skin still red and singed by winter, slowly getting warmer. He’s getting warmer. “That makes sense. You either really loved me or you hated me. It had to be one or the other.” “Wow,” Ilya says. Bright, bright face. Showing everything. “And you, what? Think I’m a nice coworker?” No hesitation at all. Shane says, “I love you, too.”
FLORIDA by garagepaperback (ilya moves to florida au)
“Ilya.” Shane put his palms on either side of his face, held him still. “I would find it extremely romantic if you would make love to me right fucking now.”
WALKING THROUGH WINDOWS by corvidcordelia (ilya crashes shane’s wedding au)
“Ah,” Ilya says. He leans back in, touches his thumb to the corner of Shane’s mouth. Shane wants to suck on it. He keeps his lips pressed together. “I see. You do like it.” Shane swallows. There’s empty static in his brain where all of his thoughts are usually screaming. “Told you.” Ilya puts a hand on either side of Shane’s head, caging him against the wall. “And you are so good at it.” Shane says, automatically, “I’m good at a lot of things.”
FOR THE RIGHT REASONS by citrusss (bachelor au)
reposted from come to think of it
