fic rec: HOLLANDER VS ROZANOV I
by gone_girl
19k, explicit, boxing au
In the morning, Shane woke up first, but not by much. Actually Ilya would argue they woke up at the same time. But Shane, freak of nature that he was, permitted himself maybe fifteen seconds between opening his eyes and getting his feet on the floor. Ilya would bet money that fifteen seconds was a generous allowance reserved for recovery.
Ilya watched through sleep-cloudy eyes as Shane creaked around the room. They were in the master bedroom, and half of one wall was a huge glass door that led to a wraparound porch and revealed an enormous expanse of desert. But the sun wasn’t at the right angle to flood the room, so as Shane moved he made shadows over himself. His eyes, dark as wells. The bruises like tricks of light.
fic: bull in the heather
28k, now complete
pairing: hollanov
tags: yearning, angst, the three pillars of fic: fuck around, find out, and happily ever after
Rozanov sends pictures and they don’t talk much. A bronze duck statue, a really gorgeous dress shoe sitting on top of a gross snowbank, the bright hole the moon makes in photos. Always unfocused, more the vague idea than an accurate representation.
Jane, 2:30 pm
What are these?
Lily, 2:41 pm
Contact photo. i think you are duck most
Jane, 2:45 pm
I’m insulted. Being a sculpture is obviously less impressive than being a satellite planet.
Lily, 2:46 pm
True. i changed my mind. Youre a robot planet, is true.
When does a vice become an addiction? When does the relief refuse to stop at the exhale, just keeps breathing out all the air in your life until you can’t remember what used to fill the rest of it up?
i know you've read virtue theory by gone_girl but if you haven't already I think you should also read mosquito by gone_girl because it is the best Ilya study I've ever seen
https://archiveofourown.org/works/77738541#main
mosquito is my number one ilya fic ever written it’s so SOOOOO good
Jaw Man flicked his middle finger up at Ilya, who didn’t seem to mind, and gestured towards Shane and Hayden with raised eyebrows. “The f*** are you even doing right now, man.”
Ilya said briefly, “Orgy.”
“Uh,” said Shane, “no, that’s not—”
Ilya grinned at him. It was a mean-edged grin but something about it seemed to suggest that he was joking with Shane, rather than about him. “Oh, he speaks.”
“We’re not here for an orgy,” Shane said to Jaw Man. “We’re missionaries with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.”
with massive thanks to @theburialofstrawberries, @tackytigerfic, @enparallel, @myrtlefics, @goblinmatriarch, @elskanellis, and maz !
hi just wanted to say i’m obsessed with “car wash redhead, tube top R.E.M. concert, juror #6”
i’ve read it A LOT it’s so good
and thank you so much for writing it
this is so incredibly sweet and makes my evening, thank you!!! i had mostly stepped away from writing fic when i posted that, and the engagement with it has been such a kind surprise. i will never again underestimate the power of hockey in this ecosystem
heated rivalry fic recs! i'm really bad at remembering to bookmark things so this is not comprehensive. if an author is on here once, consider it a blanket recommendation for their work.
a winner at heart by pressuretoparty | E, 32k
Ilya's dick stops working one month before he's supposed to leave for the South of France.
bull in the heather by garagepaperback | E, 28.3k
Shane never had any vices until he met Ilya Rozanov.
another uninnocent, elegant fall by Anonymous | E, 17k
Seven scandals in the life of Ilya Rozanov.
Malysh by theribbonsweregreen | M, 5.7k
A woman comes forward claiming she is the mother of Ilya Rozanov’s eight year old child.
car wash redhead, tube top R.E.M. concert, juror #6 by rockbound | E, 2.8k
The only trick is to have no fear, and even less fear than that the more trouble one is in.
Adjustments by sheepknitssweater | E, 2.8k
Shane had been sucking Rozanov’s mostly soft dick for between six and eight minutes.
Before Swallowing by YankingAwry | E, 2.1k
Shane sat down beside him. With quick, firm strokes, he cut out a small piece and forked it. “Can you chew your food? Please?”
fic rec: car wash redhead, tube top R.E.M. concert, juror #6
by rockbound
2.8k | explicit
The only trick is to have no fear, and even less fear than that the more trouble one is in. Ilya cannot teach that to a man who has directed his energies into becoming, not like a saint, but like a painting of a saint, all dripping in symbolism: the way the robe drapes here, yes, that is on purpose, and the angle of the light, the patron’s face in the crowd, the instrument of the martyrdom in his hand and the fruit in the bowl on the table, all arranged except when—
there should be studies done on the physics of words that don't follow our given laws - namely, how come this is technically under three thousand words but it is actually a length capable of wrapping around the earth and squeezing. what is that about
in seriousness this is my favorite potent character study i've read in a while.
we also have:
- desire maximized through distance aka the early years when ilya is looking in the other direction humming to himself while his very own heart makes hard eye contact with the side of his jaw
- best yuna
- ilya's financial decisions as a demonstration for how he generally feels about the future, pre-shane and post-shane. not post, but, u know.
it's maybe not so much a study as it is squishing an open wound between two microscope slides and teaching me about every color. i liked this fic very much. in my dreams this author would write many more. when i wake up i am thrilled to be here where they wrote even one word at all
read a lot of beautiful things recently. alphabetically.
another uninnocent, elegant fall by anonymous (explicit, 17k) ❣️
Seven scandals in the life of Ilya Rozanov.
a winner at heart by pressuretoparty (explicit, 32k) ❣️
Ilya laughs. He finds that once he starts, he can't stop. He laughs at the fact that he's in France with Shane Hollander. He laughs at the fact he's Shane Hollander's boyfriend. He laughs at the fact that he gave up Moscow for a better life, only to end up in fucking Ottawa.
Ilya's dick stops working one month before he's supposed to leave for the South of France.
car wash redhead, tube top R.E.M. concert, juror #6 by rockbound (explicit, 3k)
The only trick is to have no fear, and even less fear than that the more trouble one is in. Ilya cannot teach that to a man who has directed his energies into becoming, not like a saint, but like a painting of a saint, all dripping in symbolism: the way the robe drapes here, yes, that is on purpose, and the angle of the light, the patron’s face in the crowd, the instrument of the martyrdom in his hand and the fruit in the bowl on the table, all arranged except when—
Clean by dinosour (explicit, 7k)
Rozanov cocks his head to the side curiously. “This is porn thing?”
“It isn’t a porn thing!”
“It feels different?” He asks, nosing along his throat. “For you?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t think so.” Psychologically, yes; physically, probably not. He hadn’t felt whatever Rozanov had clearly felt the moment the condom broke. “Though I think it’ll feel different for you. Maybe better.”
Rozanov pulls away until they can look each other in the eye.
“I always feel good with you.” It doesn’t feel like a compliment, but like he’s making a point. “You don’t need to do this for me.”
“I know. I want to do it.” Shane insists.
Shane and Ilya experiment. It's a success.
Compatible by jewelledfoxes (explicit, 18k)
Ilya’s blood has always run hotter than Shane's.
Or: Yay Hollanov free use! Everybody cheered!
cottaging by gone_girl (explicit, 10k) ❣️
Ilya was good at noticing things about people, and he was good at understanding them. Shane was not. That was okay. Shane had developed his own way of getting to know Ilya. It involved a lot of inane questions and, more importantly, no longer involved condoms.
Everything You Know by ineptshieldmaid (explicit, 6k)
"Is it weird," Ilya says, and Shane turns a little to meet his eyes, "That I have never done this?"
"What, fingered me on a couch? I'm sure…"
"No, Hollander," Ilya says, in the voice he reserves for when Shane is being particularly obtuse. "That is not what I mean."
fall in love again and again by Ehlihr (mature, 25k) ❣️
Shane wakes up on Tuesday at 5:26 AM on game day in Boston, four minutes before his alarm goes off. Shane wants it to be Wednesday. But no matter what, Shane wakes up on Tuesday at 5:26 AM on game day in Boston, four minutes before his alarm goes off.
”Fuck,” he croaks. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Chapter 1: Shane wakes up on the same Tuesday over and over again after leaving Rozanov in a rush. Tuesday is his second least favourite day of the week, so he's not really happy about it.
Chapter 2: Ilya notices Shane acts strangely. He just never remembers.
found it on my own by coldhome (mature, 3k)
In the stale hallway of the Sports Hall of Fame, he understands the cottage more. He has to wander down unpaved paths for privacy.
Ilya looks over at the growing crowd around Shane. There are things to learn, he decides. There are things to learn that cannot be kept behind glass in this wretched museum.
Or, Ilya and Shane learn each other.
holding tightly when you invite me by thesehands (explicit, 7k)
“Actually, uh—“ Shane scratched the back of his neck and dropped his gaze to the floor by Ilya’s chair. “Would you mind if I sucked you off?”
“Would I mind?” Ilya asked. “No, I would not mind. You want my cock again that badly, Hollander?”
house rules by Calico (explicit, 6k)
Shane's brought Ilya to his cottage, which means something, doesn't it? And whether it's a test, or an experiment, or an audition - Ilya is determined he will triumph. By any means necessary.
jumping someone else's train by HeartOfDecember (explicit, 11k)
"Typical dirty Americans," Rozanov said. He took the pitcher and started pouring water into the four glasses. "You wear your shoes indoors and then you want to fuck someone else's husband and then you expect him to sleep in the same filthy sheets."
Scott opened his mouth to retort back, but Rozanov, the gracious host, was handing him a cold glass of water. "Well, we will all get very dirty together tonight," he continued. "Shane, my sweetheart, you are outnumbered. Better hydrate."
Hollander drank obediently. Needing something to do with his hands, Scott sipped his water, too. Kip traced circles lightly along his back. The silence that felt so pleasant outside by the fire now settled heavily over them. Scott cleared his throat. "So," he said. "What are we doing?"
Rozanov looked at him like he was stupid. "Is it not obvious? We are going to run a train on my husband."
listen how the heart beats lying next to him by pumpkinless (explicit, 8k)
Every time a text came through about flight times, Shane thought that would be the last one. That Ilya would say, no, actually, but I cannot come to your home over the summer and fuck you in your bed for two weeks and kiss and play house like we are boyfriends, because we are hockey rivals and this has been a seven year long mistake. Also, I will be blocking your phone number and never want to see you again unless I am beating you on the ice.
He had doubted every second until Ilya was finally in his car in the airport parking garage.
love and lust (wanna be yours) by blankjournal (explicit, 12k)
“You really wouldn’t mind if I had sex with someone else?”
Ilya does mind. Hearing it said back to him, almost makes him flinch, a sudden and brittle sound right next to his ear that he fails to recoil from in time. But he swallows back the bitter truth and replies, “Of course not. If that is what you want.”
He waits, sitting on his living room couch, phone pressed painfully against his ear, his other hand gripping his knees till his knuckles blanched. He could feel his own heart rattling behind his ribs, pulse rockingloudly. His mind was an echo of alarm, demanding of him: Why isn't Shane saying anything?
It was the loudest silence he’s ever lived through, until Shane finally said, “Okay.”
OR: inspired by the fight in TLG where Ilya tells Shane he can sleep with other men. But this time, Shane actually takes the offer.
Menace by Charlotte_Stant (mature, 5k) ❣️
Of course Ilya had known that Shane would come back but it was gratifying, still, the text from Jane, Can we meet up when you’re here tomorrow, I don’t care where. I really need to see you. The intimation, probably accidental, that Shane was so very desperate he was open to the idea of Ilya fucking him in the street. Ilya typed and deleted many potential replies, which was not characteristic of him.
(Or: Shane gets blackmailed. Ilya handles it.)
See You at the Melting Point by DeclaredDove (explicit, 1.5k)
Hollander has a lot of commercials. Ilya has favorites. For normal reasons.-- --OR Ilya wants. It’s a problem.
speed limit by radialarch (teen, 1k)
82 games in a season doesn't leave much time for braving traffic on the 417.
sympathy fuck by lustmord (explicit, 10k) ❣️
We won’t release a statement right away, someone from the front office said, but if you’re missing a couple games there’s going to be questions. What are we going to call it? A family emergency?
Ilya had almost laughed. What emergency? His father is already fucking dead.
the gift by stammiviktor (mature, 8k)
Ilya wanted so badly to just tell Svetlana: It’s Shane Hollander, it’s always been Shane Hollander. He wanted to invite her over after the game so he'd know it was possible for her and Shane to exist in the same room without the world collapsing.
He was calling Shane back before he even thought about it, his heart in his throat.
“Ilya?”
“Can I invite Svetlana?"
He could never have expected what happened next.
Or: Only a few months after the cottage, Shane meets Svetlana—and goes to great lengths to defeat his jealousy.
whispers carried on second wind by MilesbyMicah (explicit, 5k)
In which Ilya perceives Shane a little more than he’s allowed to, so Shane uses the tried and true Ilya Rozanov™ method of deflecting with sex.
Set ambiguously sometime in episode 4 just before the tuna melt scene.
back in the country, back on my bullshit, some fic recs
on ilya
sympathy fuck by lustmord (E | 10463 | Shane/Ilya, Ilya/others)
We won’t release a statement right away, someone from the front office said, but if you’re missing a couple games there’s going to be questions. What are we going to call it? A family emergency?
Ilya had almost laughed. What emergency? His father is already fucking dead.
car wash redhead, tube top R.E.M. concert, juror #6 by rockbound (E | 2832 | Shane/Ilya)
The only trick is to have no fear, and even less fear than that the more trouble one is in. Ilya cannot teach that to a man who has directed his energies into becoming, not like a saint, but like a painting of a saint, all dripping in symbolism: the way the robe drapes here, yes, that is on purpose, and the angle of the light, the patron’s face in the crowd, the instrument of the martyrdom in his hand and the fruit in the bowl on the table, all arranged except when—
on the mlh
Teeth I barely knew I had by distressednoise (T | 3970 | Ilya-centric)
Ilya wrings out his shirt and tries to swallow the humilation burning at the back of his throat. "It is very funny," he says, flatly. "I am enjoying these jokes. I love to pay damages at every hotel. Is good for your poor sad American economy."
"They do it to everyone," Price repeats, as if Ilya is just anybody and that makes it ok.
Or: Ilya's rookie season costs more than expected.
some pacific wind by satorussuguru (G | 8792 | Shane/Ilya)
Someone’s posted a shaky video from the stands, just behind the whole altercation. It’s close enough to catch the snarl on Rozanov’s face as he charges up the steps. He’s so pretty, Shane thinks faintly. The video starts too late to show what set him off, but it catches the tail end of what the man is yelling, the things he's saying about Shane, before pivoting to calling Rozanov a cunt and bitch and a pussy instead.
//
Rozanov drops his gloves for Shane. He wishes he could just be grateful, but it feels a little bit like the end of the world.
fucking ilya rozanov
possibilities by anonymous (E | 6941 | Shane/Ilya)
Shane didn't fuck him, and that’s the part that’s really fucking Ilya over.
reciprocation by watchriverdale (E | 3137 | Shane/Ilya)
It’s not that he thinks Rozanov’s unsatisfied, exactly. But. Maybe that’s because he only sees Shane a handful of times a year. If it were more often, if they had a more regular schedule, maybe Roz’s curiosity would have run out by now. It did before, and Shane has been so fucking careful, not to repeat those mistakes, so if this is a problem, well. Shane can be interesting.
me, in shapes to make you pleased by eternalbrook (E | 1889 | Shane/Ilya)
“Oh, so is my fault I am big strong top with giant Russian dick and all little bitch boys want to bend over for me? No one cares about my prostate?”
the eroticism of a lens
So Take my Picture, Picture, Picture by TroubleIWant (E | 4431 | Shane/Ilya)
Ilya has some fun ideas about how to show Shane exactly how good he looks getting fucked.
OR
“Is Polaroid,” Ilya clarifies. “No files, no sharing… very private.”
Hollander swallows, stares a beat longer, and then aggressively doesn’t look anywhere near the camera or Ilya. “Okay. So?”
Ilya thinks, it’s always this. Hollander feints towards something he wants, and Ilya gets it for him, and he offers it up like a toy for a cat. Not too needy, not too blasé, he must twitch it at just the right pace. Here, kitty kitty.
“I would like to take some, see how you look,” Ilya offers oh so casually. “It’s just for fun. You can keep all of them, after. Put them through the shredder. I don’t care.” He cares. The things he’d do to keep one of those photos.
Hollander wets his lips, glances back at the camera, flushes. Then the pounce: “You can leave it on the nightstand.”
See you at the Melting Point by DeclaredDove (E | 1509 | Shane/Ilya)
Hollander has a lot of commercials. Ilya has favorites. For normal reasons.
-- --
OR Ilya wants. It’s a problem.
the invention of kink
Buzzer Beater by mcshrug (E | 8257 | Shane/Ilya, but crucially Shane/his own hand)
Shane finds getting himself off boring.
At least, he used to. Before Ilya Rozanov got involved.
Downy by anonymous (M | 3184 | Shane/Ilya)
Ilya blames it on Shane. Only because it is objectively Shane’s fault.
The thing is that Shane likes systems. Schedules. Processes. And Ilya couldn’t care less except that Shane has ruined that, too.
And he never had any intention of admitting it. It was his dirty secret that Shane never needed to know about at all. And if he connected the desperation of Ilya’s want every Sunday after the dryer dinged and he dumped laundry into a hamper to then fold on their bed–and if Ilya would slink into the room and situate himself against the headboard or on the floor against their dresser and just watch, well, objectively, very often Ilya liked to watch Shane.
//
or, Ilya Rozanov has a laundry kink and he's not proud of it.
Sunday Blue by chaentics (E | 9150 | Shane/Ilya)
This is the deal: Ilya and Shane don't know each other. Shane’s there to relax. He’s there to grab a beer and watch whatever’s on the bar TV and speak to no one. Ilya might approach him, or might not. It’s not up to Shane. If he has to wait, he waits. No questions once they’re in it, but there will be nothing unsafe, no doing anything that’d show up on a medical. Shane’s job is to trust—to believe a little.
Again, this is the deal: Shane takes what he’s given.
wips i feel like i'm missing a kidney about
home economics by anonymous (M | Shane/Ilya | 19.7k in 2/3 chs)
The Swiss National League doesn’t care about the legendary Hollander-Rozanov rivalry. When the MLH can’t negotiate with the Hockey Players’ Union in time to prevent a hockey lockout at the start of the 2015 season, the Zürich Lions jump at the chance to sign both Shane and Ilya to short-term contracts. For four months in Switzerland, they share a team, a line, a house, and a bed.
Then the lockout ends in January, and it’s time to go back. Back to different countries, cities, lives. Beds.
Cross-posting my morgue files, in honor of the best weird guys ever to live together in a crime RV.
Women’s Tennis
Raylan burst into the RV to find Duffy tied to the runners above the microwave and the couch and the pipes beneath the couch and the sink. He was wearing lime-green lady’s underwear. Mikey was behind him, holding something guiltily behind his back.
“Hello, Marshal,” Duffy said. “This is exactly what it looks like.”
Raylan, who had reared back when he noticed Duffy’s underwear, remembered himself and resettled his grip on his handgun. He ignored the bound man and focused on the threat, which was, in this instance, apparently Mikey. “Hands where I can see them,” he said, aiming at the portion of Mikey’s broad chest that he could see past Duffy’s splayed limbs.
“Be careful what you wish for, Marshal,” Duffy drawled, and Raylan raised his voice.
“Hands up!”
Mikey shuffled sideways and raised his hands slowly. He was holding something that could, arguably, be a weapon, if a decoratively neon one.
Not a minute before, Raylan had known less about Wynn Duffy’s personal life. “Drop the weapon,” he said, and Mikey dropped it. Raylan holstered his sidearm and realized he’d forgotten why he came there in the first place.
“I’d offer you a cup of tea,” Duffy said, “but as you can see, my hands are tied.” He had a lazy, contented look on his face, and seemed devilishly unbothered to see Raylan. Whatever he and Mikey were doing clearly relaxed him.
Raylan bravely recalled his line of inquiry and proceeded with it as though nothing out of the ordinary was occurring. Given Duffy’s general style of intercourse, this wasn’t entirely untrue. The only real difference was that he was even chattier than usual.
When Raylan was satisfied, or more accurately tired of the company, Duffy asked, “Are you planning to drag me off in handcuffs, Marshal?”
“Watch it,” Raylan snapped. “I just might. Don’t matter what kind of underwear you’re wearing.”
Duffy shivered. “Well, as long as you promise me that and nothing else,” he said.
I had every intention of updating my @ficreadingchallenge bingo card every week, but wow I definitely did not do that.
Here's the results of my June and July reading! Maybe I'll do this again next Thursday, or maybe you'll see it again sometime in September.
Details below the cut!
For square 3: vampire AU
Oh Negative by Ladyladylady (@ladyladylady1) (Winterhawk, Mature, 17,663 words)
Summary: “Well alright then. In case it wasn’t clear, everyone is welcome here, vampires included. Anyone who has a problem with that can kindly find a new bar to haunt.” Sam emphasizes his words by pointing the end of his bat around the room, making sure to stop at Brock’s old table.
No one speaks up for a beat.
Then they hear a throat clear.
Clint and Sam snap their heads behind them to the door they’re still blocking. On the steps leading up is a shorter man, but he and Sam are pretty tall, so that’s nothing new. More noteworthy is his chiseled jaw, his tangle of dark, shoulder-length hair, his metal arm, and the fact that he is, unmistakably, a vampire.
there are a lot of things that go wrong for clint in this true blood fusion but he does get a sexy vampire boyfriend in the end
For square 4: fluff
Blossoms Every Day by fluffernutter8 (@theawkwardterrier) (Steggy, General Audiences, 1,961 words)
Summary: When you work at a flower shop requests for elaborate bouquets are just part of the job. Requests for bouquets this specific, on the other hand...
peggy and steve communicate via the language of flowers...sort of. very cute, and love the outsider pov
For square 5: fic written by someone who follows you
Treading Desire Lines by @fohatic (Stony, Teen And Up Audiences, 43,747 words)
Summary: Tony knows that his daughter can be difficult, but he really needs someone to do him a solid when an important opportunity arises. Unfortunately, word is already out: Morgan Stark is a real handful.
Never one to shrink from a challenge, Steve steps in, hoping to shift the strained dynamic between him and Tony and having no idea how the course of his life is about to change.
i'm a little cautious with kidfic and endgame fix-its, but this one really won me over!
For square 6: enemies to friends/lovers
a falling star can't fall forever by Mizzy (@mizzy2k) (James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Teen And Up Audiences, 30,329 words)
Summary: Corporate espionage is a dirty job, but someone has to do it. When a recent job goes awry thanks to the Black Widow, Bucky’s team are demoted to babysitting duty: Howard Stark’s spoiled brat is studying in Cambridge and is completely naive to the dangers of the world. The mission isn’t the complete bust he’s expecting: while off-duty, he meets Natasha and it’s love at first sight. If only that damn irritating Black Widow wasn’t also around, determined to ruin his latest attempt to get a life outside of the spying game.
Frustrated by her recent demotion thanks to the Winter Soldier and his irritating team, the last thing Natasha expects is to meet the charming Mr. Barnes. Being reassigned to Europe to assist on a honey-pot mission should be frustrating, but with an unexpected new love on the horizon, Natasha thinks this assignment might not be as bad as she’s expecting. Except then it turns out the Winter Soldier is also in Europe, and he seems determined to completely ruin her life…
(An International Iron Man meets Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU.)
i 💕 rom-com, identity porn, and spy shenanigans
For square 10: fan art
Muzzled and Bound [!Art] by @darthbloodorange (Stony, Teen And Up Audiences, words)
Summary: Greg doesn't approve of his brother dating that mutt, Rogers, so he captures the man to teach Tony a lesson.
i want to read the (nonexistent) fic so bad, but will console myself with this lovely art
For square 11: daring rescue
Die Hard (But Only If No Other Options Are Readily Available) by @jenthesweetie (Stony, Teen And Up Audiences, 23,915 words)
Summary: Tony hadn’t written off the Avengers when he ended up on the Raft.
What he absolutely hadn’t expected was for them to show up to break him out.
this exciting post-age of ultron stony reconciliation fic features two daring rescues and several narrow escapes
For square 12: 5 + 1 style fic
Interruptions by mariana_oconnor (@mariana-oconnor) (Winterhawk, Teen And Up Audiences, 8,307 words)
Summary: Five times Bucky tries to tell Clint how he feels and one time Clint succeeds.
poor bucky (and clint) have the worst luck in this fic, but at least they figure it out in the end
For square 13: unfinished/work in progress (this was a WIP when I first added it to the bingo card, but it's complete now)
Factory Regress by SucculentHyena (@succulent-hyena) (Stucky, Teen And Up Audiences, 54,054 words)
Summary: A crashed ship, a mysterious device, and some unfortunate circumstances.
a very fun fic featuring age regression, magical space adventures, and protective husband bucky
For square 14: multiple authors
Never Surrender, Never Give Up by Loran_Arameri, Serinah (@loraneldin, @serinah80) (Stony, Explicit, 85,896 words)
Summary: It’s 2029 and aliens have taken the Earth. Steve is dead, and everyone who’s left of the Avengers is fighting for the last few thousand humans. They don’t have much time, or rather the energy: the last of the arc reactors will fail in less than a month, and Tony can’t make another one. Their base will fall.The Earth’s best defender is out of options.
***
Years they fought against the Chitauri, and they have lost. Steve is sure that Tony would agree: only traveling back in time could save them now. But Steve wasn't sure if he should, and now he's out of time so he takes one last, desperate gamble. When will he end up?
beautifully angsty fic featuring the end of the world, time travel, double identity porn, and some very hot dom tony/sub steve
For square 15: crossover or fusion fic
Early American X-Ray Specs by aetataureate (@psychicrhubarb) (Steggy, Teen And Up Audiences, 23,183 words)
Summary: “I’m going to steal the Declaration of Independence,” Steve said.
this hilarious fic is everything a steggy + national treasure fusion should be
For square 17: reread an old fave
If Through a Door by @jibrailis (Stony, Explicit, 44,036 words)
Summary: Tony is accused of murder on an alien planet; Steve marries him to bring him home.
this canon universe marriage of convenience story with a side of alien murder mystery is one of the first stony fics i ever read
For square 18: 5+ year old fic
Sea Stars by Muccamukk (Stony, Teen And Up Audiences, 41,960 words)
Summary: Steve comes back to life somewhere entirely unexpected; Tony doesn't remember being a hero; something is rotten in the province of British Columbia, and the 2010 Olympics are doomed.
post-(comics) civil war fic where a magical resurrection meets tech-based amnesia
For square 19: mythical creature AU
Nights When the Wolves Are Silent, and Only the Moon Howls by Cluegirl, Defiler_Wyrm (art by @defilerwyrm) (Stony & Stucky, Mature, 77,612 words)
Summary: “Could you drop all that stoic shit and be my freaking-the-hell-out wingman for just like, five seconds here?”
Steve wasn’t sure he could think of anything he wanted less to do than to freak out about his wounds just then though, so he reached across his chest and gingerly patted Sam’s clenched knuckles. “It’ll be fine,” he promised, believing it. “Serum’s handled worse.”
“You know, I actually believe you,” Sam allowed after a long second of glaring. “Which is deeply alarming, considering how much of your connective tissue I’ve touched in the last 4 hours. Now you wanna tell me what Russoff’s men did to you that made it look like you got mauled by a bear?”
Steve flinched, then breathed the memory down to size. “Not a bear,” he murmured. “Wolves.”
💖 werewolf (mcu) civil war fix-it my beloved 💖
For square 24: BIPOC main character
Fill Her (With Words of Hope For Her People) by sweetheart35 (@billyhargrovetrash) (Gen, Not Rated, 6,236 words)
Summary: Okoye delivers the news.
Shuri had watched the two guards who had been assigned to guard her and the android disintegrate into dust in front of her. She had watched, frozen, as one had sighed before closing his eyes and the other turn to her and say “Princess -“ and take a step towards her before he simply collapsed, dust scattered across the floor.
Shuri is a genius, the head of Wakanda’s research and development division and their outreach program but she cannot fathom what is happening.
an absolutely beautiful story about shuri leading wakanda after the snap
For square : Free space
Bird Set Free by mrs_d (Samsteve, Teen And Up Audiences, 15,361 words)
Summary: Steve thinks all hope is lost when he gets transformed into a helpless finch, but then he meets a man who smells amazing and, even better, can understand what he’s saying.
this super-cute fic features steve as a fierce but easily distracted finch and sam as a bakery shop owner who can talk to birds
in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.
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@gracelesso, the sole and entire audience for this fic.
last line:
The babbling man had left abruptly, and Sam had an ankle crossed over her knee and two-thirds of a European beer sweating on the table, totally absorbed in her book, which was nonfiction and about Abraham Lincoln.
tagging:
given that i don’t know thirty-seven people total and the rules are i assume more like guidelines. @ex0toxin what’s going on
In this game you post the titles of your current works in progress – if someone sends you an ask about one of the titles, you can either post a snippet or share the concept of that wip!
My only WIP that's really active active has the working title Prodigal. It's Hannibal fic based on a horror premise that was communally riffed, but that so far only aetataureate has produced actual fic for, so she is Winning at writing in the swamp god televangelist cinematic universe.
When Will was young enough to be left alone while his dad was out on a job, but not old enough to go along and make himself useful, he’d gone fishing somewhere he shouldn't have.
The other WIP I've opened today is a Die Hard/Speed (1994) crossover romance between the two leads of those respective action franchises, which aeta is also complicit in. It should be a joke premise but instead it's achingly sincere. They're in love and you just have to trust us on this.
thank you for asking. yaoidie hardspeed is a joint production with @galwednesday that is as far as i am aware the only fan fiction brave enough to ask, what if Bruce Willis in Die Hard and Keanu Reeves in Speed (1994) were in love? and well, let us tell you, it would be great.
you might be thinking, yeah! sounds like an action-packed adventure! INCORRECT! this story is about leaving work at 5:00. it is about red wine. it is about having a completely normal time at the airport. if you are picturing any person in this story running to any location, you are not picturing yaoidie hardspeed.
one final note: yaoidie hardspeed comes in two flavors, Harry Dies and Harry Lives. if one does not know who Harry is then one's job is to watch Speed (1994) as quickly as possible to rectify this situation. all yaoidie hardspeed enjoyers must tender the appropriate respect to Harry before reading the below screenshot.
