still not mollified

molly (she/her) | nyc fic writer + book person | bi | around since FFN/LJ (30s) | [ao3]

[stillnotmollified]

hi! i'm molly (she/her), a thirtysomething bisexual new yorker, publishing person + heated rivalry enthusiast who writes fanfic. my username is a sondheim reference. ask me questions about any of the above – i am here to yap & i take requests.

i do not believe in thought crimes, the morality/kink police, or AI use. dl/dr; ship and let ship. let's all be horny and ignore fandom drama together. 18+.

most recent HR fics: ⇒ out of his hands (5.3k, oneshot, explicit) » summary: after shane turns ilya down in the locker room post-CCM shoot, insisting he's not gay, he thinks he's alone and gets himself off, moaning Ilya's name. he doesn't realize ilya is still there...recording. » tags: dubious consent, CNC, blowjobs, blackmail, sex tapes, problematic ilya rozanov, first time

⇒ shane hollander is not a stalker (66k, explicit)  » summary: shane and ilya broke up after their xmas fight in TLG. months later, shane sneaks into ilya’s backyard and sees more than he bargained for: luca haas, on his knees. he gets caught, and an angsty, messy threesome follows, forcing them both to reevaluate their choices and what they're willing to do for love. there is a hollanov happily-ever-after, and one for luca, too. » tags: canon divergent, haasollanov, haasleau, haasollanoveau, toxic hollanov, smut with feelings

⇒ keeping it warm, or how ilya rozanov survived the great playoffs sex ban (6.7k, oneshot, explicit) » summary: the metros agree not to have sex during the MLH finals, and ilya  is losing his mind. fortunately for him, shane gets turned on watching himself score on game tape. » tags: cock warming, shane hollander walks ilya rozanov like a dog, needy top ilya rozanov, begging, anal sex

i also post ficlets under #mollifiedficlets. let's be friends. <3 banners by @ilyasmole.

[stillnotmollified]

cliff marleau you have one (1) job: don't fall in love with your vampire fledgling

ch 2 of the hungry season is up! ft. 100-year-old immortal cat dad cliff, baby fledgling luca, an unexpected blood bond, ilya rozanov as vampire food, and the healing power of touch woooo

✦ ✦ ✦

Haas’s heartbeat kicks into a frantic rhythm, each thud reverberating in Cliff’s ears. The faster his blood pumps, the richer its scent becomes, a heady mix of rain-damp earth and rich dark chocolate and fine cabernet with, yes, notes of fucking raspberry. Cliff’s fangs itch to descend and he digs his fingers into the duvet, swallowing another groan.

“I can’t lose hockey.” Haas’s voice comes out thin and reedy. “I can’t. My father is sick. Mama stopped working to take care of him. I told them they wouldn’t have to worry anymore.” 

Haas drags in a shaky breath, shuddering against Cliff’s chest. 

“I can’t go home like this, but I can still help them. I have to help them.” Haas cranes his neck to look back at Cliff. Suddenly their faces are so close that Cliff can see the blood-red tears clinging to his lashes, the faint freckles bracketing his lips. 

“Fuck,” Haas whispers. “Fuck, I can’t do this, I can’t…"

“Can I touch you here?” Cliff lifts both hands, stopping just short of Haas’s taut belly. “It might help.”

“Yeah, okay,” Haas says quietly. 

Cliff wraps his arms around the rookie’s waist—it’s trim beneath his hands, astonishingly narrow given the breadth of his shoulders—and Haas immediately slumps back against him, all the tension gone out of his muscles. His scent fades enough that Cliff can breathe again.

“There you go,” Cliff murmurs. “Good boy.” 

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[nevcolleil]

Doing a re-read of @stillnotmollified 's amazing shane hollander is not a stalker, and it is a treat to try and look at everything through the POV of Cliff Marlow in this fic.

He's just a big, easy-going, sweet, hot guy.

He has no idea of the amount or scope of the drama that is happening around him until there's a huge Russian literally crying on the floor.

Kinky shit is going down, but kinky shit is always going down around Roz. Cliff's just happy to be even tangentially involved in some of it. And then he's got his own stuff to figure out, so my takeaway impression of his part in this fic is essentially:

[stillnotmollified]

YOU'RE KILLING ME WITH YOUR WRITING, TEARING MY HEART OUT AND AND FLOODING MY WATERLINE WITH UGLY TEARS!!!!

I adore your characterization of Luca, I'm seeing so much of myself in him, and #yourCliff is such an adorable sweetheart 🧡🧡🧡

oh my god, thank you so much, that is so kind of you to say 😭 I just started a new cliff/luca fic in which they are vampires (sorry idk what happened there) but will retain much the same characterization they had in shane hollander is not a stalker, if you’re into that! I do still plan to do a bonus chapter or two of them for SHINAS at some point, though.

really glad you enjoyed it!

[stillnotmollified]

the hungry season (Heated Rivalry, Haasleau + Hollanov, 1/?)

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Blood Bond, Mentor/Protégé, Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Tension, Smut, Angst and Humor, Mutual Pining, Fake/Pretend Relationship, POV Multiple, Psychological Trauma, Top Cliff Marlow | Cliff Marleau, Bottom Luca Haas, Praise Kink, Protective Ilya Rozanov, Ottawa Centaurs (Game Changers), Shane Hollander as vampire food, Ilya Rozanov as vampire food, They try so hard not to get hard, but it is hard, Everyone needs therapy but gets vampirism instead 

Summary:

When Luca Haas is turned into a vampire, Ilya calls the only other vampire he knows for help: Cliff Marleau. If Luca is going to survive—and keep playing hockey—he needs a mentor. Cliff doesn’t hesitate.

Get traded to the Centaurs so he can be Luca’s vampire master? Okay, sure. Declare they’re dating when Luca’s spotted sucking his neck in an emergency? Fine. Pretend Luca’s blood isn’t driving him completely insane? Easier said than done…

(Or, a steamy, multi-POV TLG vampire AU, because Cliff Marleau needs to live forever. Haasleau and Hollanov, with some sexy human/vamp feeding.)

[read it on ao3!]

[mlh-imagines]

[ilyarizzanov]

dont know if you are taking requests but…. something funny with yuna fucking around and findind out way too much about his precious son’s sex life

Back on my bullshit I fear. Not exactly a FAFO sitch but Yuna certainly….learns some things.

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Taken Care Of: A Hollanov Ficlet feat. Yuna Hollander

rating: m | wc: 1.2k | tags: not much idk sexting?, minor daddy kink, Yuna being lowk funny, Ilya being Ilya

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The Nomads are down three at the end of the second, and Yuna is not the least bit surprised. “What a fucking shitshow,” she shakes her head, hitting mute for the commercials. 

“You always call it.”

Yuna smiles at Shane next to her on the couch and pats his leg, just the two of them as David runs errands on a bright Saturday afternoon. 

Shane hoists himself off the couch during the break, heading toward the bathroom. But before he disappears, his head swings back around the corner 

“Oh, before I forget, I got an email from Calvin Klein that, for whatever reason, didn’t go to you first. Will you take a look at it? I got side-tracked and didn’t forward it.”

“You got it,” she throws over the couch. “Did you change your phone password?”

“Nope, still the same,” he yells from down the hall.

She grabs his phone from the side table and taps the screen. She can see that Shane has several text notifications from Ilya, and a fond smile crosses her lips. For so long, Shane didn’t have anyone that made him feel as loved as Ilya does, and as much as Yuna wants to remit as much love as possible to her son, there are obviously kinds of love she cannot gift him. 

He found it himself, and it blooms in her chest, the affection for Ilya and the pride for Shane. 

She doesn’t want to pry into their relationship, and fully intends to just swipe up as soon as she unlocks, but the text thread opens from where Shane locked it as soon as she enters his password, and she feels a thump in her chest and a drop in her gut. 

“Oh, jesus—” she whispers to herself, locking the phone and slamming it face down on the couch. For a moment she thinks she might be having a heart attack, but she also feels a pit in her stomach and a flood of disbelief at what she just saw.

Because it’s all imprinted at the front of her mind. Two messages from an hour ago.

Ilya: Come back. I'm already so fucking horny without you. 

Shane: Two weeks and I'm naked and all yours for three whole days.

And then the new messages.

Ilya: Turn off the game and jerk off for daddy. He misses that pretty cock.  Ilya: That tight beautiful little hole. 

And a picture for proof. Her almost son-in-law, posted against his pillows, buck naked. Holding his…his him…fully erect in his hand. 

Jesus fucking Christ. On the list of things she never, ever wanted to see, this was relatively fucking high. Just one of those texts would have been more than she ever needed to witness in a lifetime. All that was enough to consider a sudden, temporary memory loss a blessing. 

Shane plops back down on the couch, pulling his legs up. “What do you think?”

Yuna blinks, heart racing. “Hm? About…about what?”

“Calvin Klein.”

Her eyes bulge slightly. “Oh. Oh, yeah. I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it.”

“Thank you,” Shane says, elongating the second word, settling into the couch. 

“Yup,” Yuna relays absently, staring at the muted television as the commercials continue to play. 

She knows too much. And now she’ll have to go into his phone again to get whatever email she completely forgot to find. She knows much too much. About Shane, about his fiancé, about their sex life. None of which she ever wanted to see. 

“Mom?”

She jolts. 

“Game’s back on?”

“Huh?”

Shane smiles. “Game. Back on.”

“Oh,” she catches up again, shaking her head. “Yeah, sorry. Distracted.” She unmutes the television, but has never felt less interested in a game. 

“You good?” Shane asks, amused. 

“Yeah. Yes, all good. Thanks, honey.”

Her eyes stay fixed on the screen as Shane swipes up on his phone. 

Until she can’t help herself, looking out the corners to see his expression. She can see him open Ilya’s text thread (easily identifiable by being the only contact with emojis [which Ilya had added, she knows]). Shane quickly tips his phone away from Yuna, covering the side with a cupped hand and nibbling his lip, but the barest hint of a smile. 

For just a second. 

Before he realizes that he had yet to open those texts. Didn’t see notifications for them. His smile dims. 

Yuna snaps her eyes forward again. “I’m gonna grab a drink,” she mutters, fleeing off the couch and into the kitchen. She snatches the whiskey bottle off the shelf and pours herself a generous amount, then stares into the brown liquid. 

Her eyes flicker to the entryway, where Shane’s head bows down as he slumps in, hands deep in his pants pockets.

“Did you…”

“Mm-mm,” Yuna falsely assures, shaking her head and taking her first sip.

But Shane sees through it instantly. “Fuck.”

“Shane—”

“I should’ve checked my texts before I—”

“Shane, it’s fine. It’s your phone, that’s your private space.”

“I’m sorry. Fuck, this is…I don’t know what to say.”

Yuna sighs, leaning against the counter. “Then I'll say it. You’re an adult. In a, clearly very healthy, sexual relationship—”

“Mom…”

“You are! And that’s lovely. I’m so happy for you, honey. I don’t care what you do. That’s not for me.”

Shane shuffles, his hands in his pockets fidgeting visibly. “I just don’t think either of us need to know anything about each other’s….lives.” 

“Agreed. Definitely agreed. But, for what it’s worth, he’s…” She tilts her head and her glass. “I mean, he’s…”

“Mom!”

“What? I’m just saying! You picked a good one.”

Shane scrubs his face with his palms. “Mom, stop.”

“Since you were nineteen makes a lot more sense now,” Yuna mumbles into her drink, grinning wider at another inevitable, “Mom!”

He swivels around and storms back into the living room, and Yuna holds in a laugh. Because the situation is laughable, but it’s not really funny. She knows how mortified her son must feel. But she’s not getting through to him right this second. 

So she pulls out her own phone. 

Yuna: I’m so glad Shane has you. 

Ilya: I am glad I have him too Yuna 🥰 Ilya: You made a very beautiful baby. I like him quite a bit. 

Yuna: Irina didn’t do so bad herself ❤️

A few minutes later, Shane makes a groaning noise from the living room. “Mother! Ilya says you’re flirting with him!”

“I’m not!” She insists, covering the brimming grin on her lips with her hand. 

Ilya: Don’t tempt me Yuna Hollander. He got his looks from *somewhere*. You would be the next best thing to my Shane 😘

She snorts at her phone and shouts back at Shane, “He’s flirting with me!”

“He doesn’t know you’ve seen his full…thing!”

“Would that make it better or worse?”

“Worse! Way fucking worse!”

A new text thread pops up with just Shane, Ilya, and Yuna. 

Shane: Stop. Both of you. 

Ilya: Are you feeling threatened little Shanya?

Shane: Shut up. You are not funny.  Shane: Maybe I’ll skip our next free weekend

Ilya: You cannot wait that long moya lyubov

Yuna: He does get very grumpy the longer he goes between visits.  Yuna: Guess I understand that more now.

Shane: JESUS fucking…

[Shane Hollander has left the conversation]

Ilya: … Ilya: u saw what I sent him didn’t u

Yuna: No comment.  Yuna: Just good to know my son is being…taken care of. 

Ilya: Yes well. You do not have to worry about that 🥰😜

Yuna: I certainly don’t. I’ve seen…more than enough to confirm that now. 

Ilya: Last one who ever will 😉 Ilya: Unless maybe David feels left out…

[Yuna Hollander has left the conversation]

[gimmiekiss1221]

it's the summer of 2019 and ilya is in the kitchen at the cottage pulling everything out to begin prepping dinner. he knows shane will join him in a minute, just as soon as he's finished his video call with farah and yuna about an upcoming brand deal. he's got the radio turned on for background noise as he starts setting things up.

'you're listening to ènergie rouge fm, up next we have the latest single from taylor swift'

ilya is nodding his head along, not really paying much attention to the lyrics, but he likes the sort of retro vibe the music has, like he's at a dance hall in the 60s. he consults the recipe pulled up on his phone to see what spices he needs to pull out of the cabinet.

'...can i go where you go? can we always be this close?'

he grabs what he needs and sets them out on the counter in front of him. he grabs a carrot and starts to carefully chop it up.

'...you're my, my, my, my; lover...'

ilya immediately stills. a wide grin spreads across his face as he processes the words. it's at that moment that shane walks in.

"hey." he murmurs, smiling sweetly as he leans in to kiss ilya's cheek. "what's so funny?"

ilya turns to face him, still grinning like an idiot. "you know shane, taylor swift thinks it is okay to call your boyfriend your lover. i think everyone would agree with her over you."

shane rolls his eyes. "oh my god ilya, what're you even talking about?"

"the song right now, she says 'you're myyyy loverrrrr." he sing songs. shane stops and listens.

'...i take this magnetic force of a man to be my... lover...'

shane shakes his head, though can't help but smile stupidly back at his boyfriend, at his own magnetic force of a man. he raises his brows in surprise as ilya holds his hand out.

"dance with me, lyubimyy."

shane lets out what could only be described as a giggle. "really?"

"yes, sweetheart. come here."

shane takes ilya's hand and presses close; laying his head on ilya's shoulder as his other arm wraps tightly around the other man's neck.

neither of them really knew how to dance, but they slowly swayed along to the melody anyway.

'...and at every table i'll save you a seat, lover...'

"ya tebya lyublyu, shanya." ilya whispered into his ear, his fingers gently running through his hair. shane nuzzled in closer to ilya's throat.

"i love you too, ilya."

'...darling you're my, my, my, my... lover'

shane decided then and there that maybe it wasn't such a bad word after all.

[hollanovshome]

sleepy in an airport

my art tag

don’t forget to reblog <3

[snowsmoked]

This is Luca Haas and no one can convince me otherwise 🙂‍↕️ Ilya sees this and immediately takes him shopping. “Shopping for what?” “Cool stuff, Shane, you wouldn’t understand. Come on, Haasy.”

[stillnotmollified]

feel however you want to feel about the fic-to-trad publishing pipeline, but if I see one more post about how the original IP owners have a case to sue fic authors with trad book deals I’m going to scream. tell me you don’t know anything about publishing or IP law without telling me. do you really think any big 5 publisher (or the literary agencies repping the books) goes into these deals blindly? that they don’t have teams of in-house and external lawyers that know this law better than a layperson on the internet?

there are many things to complain about with the commodification of fic, but spreading falsehoods and fear-mongering is not helpful. it makes everyone look silly and bitter and drowns out more important discourse.

signed,

a publishing person

[stillnotmollified]

out of his hands (Heated Rivalry, Hollanov, 5.3k)

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Dubious consent, CNC, sex tape, blowjobs, first time, blackmail, problematic Ilya Rozanov, dirty talk, praise kink, sex as character study, Shane Hollander has a gay awakening

Summary:

“Please,” Shane says quietly. “Just tell me what you want to delete the video.”

Rozanov braces an arm on the wall above Shane’s head.

“I want you to suck my cock.”

(After Shane turns Ilya down in the locker room post-CCM shoot, insisting he's not gay, he thinks he's alone and gets himself off, moaning Ilya's name. He doesn't realize Ilya is still there...recording. Mind the tags!)

(read it on ao3!)

[madamoisellemabry]

i do think there’s a world where ilya tells cliff marleau about the friendship plan and cliff is like “well if ur cover story is friendship than we need to make ur reputation with friends super gay king” and ilya is like “bro … you would do that … for us …” and cliff is like “no worries big dawg”. because like, hollander doesn’t do the gay for the homies thing naturally, but if roz has a reputation, it won’t be weird if he does it in public even if hollsy doesn’t reciprocate. cliff is a genius.

anyway, that’s how the internet spends a year speculating that ilya rozanov and cliff marleau have explored each others bodies. they are so all over each other and constantly tweeting gay shit about each other that ilya’s time with shane barely even gets a second glance. the first time ilya drags shane out to meet cliff, a photo gets posted on twitter and everyone is like “poor shane having to third wheel these two #ally”.

obviously shane is gnawing on furniture because he’s so jealous, but the plan does work. and when they get outed, cliff works it into his best man speech.

[shanepervert]

actually blows my mind that someone managed to find a way of detecting if an author directly copied and pasted ai generated text into their fic and some people decided even that was witchhunting when the tool literally cannot produce false positives. this fandom is so hopelessly addicted to consuming and defending ai slop it's awesome

[ilyarizzanov]

Looking through Our Best Takes

A Hollanov Oneshot by IlyaRizzanov

rating: e | wc: ~6k | tags: broken engagement!hollanov, canon divergent during TLG, sex tapes, praise kink, degradation kink, spanking, rimming, unprotected anal, light feminization, Shane being weird about Ilya’s bisexuality summary: Shane watches one of his and Ilya's old sex tapes after they have split up, but he gets rudely interrupted.

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Ilya had always wanted to show Shane off. Show everyone how good Shane took it. He whispered that in his ear constantly, even if he would never release one of those tapes. If only that had been enough for them. For all the people throwing themselves at his fiancé. 

For the bitch who had gotten a little too close for Shane’s liking. 

Shane is jerking himself steadily to Ilya pushing inside him for the first time with a deep grunt when a notification pops up at the top of his screen. 

He’d forgotten to turn on “Do Not Disturb”. Fuck. 

Ilya: U up?

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[stillnotmollified]

Maybe Cliff Marleau is such a chill himbo because he’s literally seen it all before.

Maybe Cliff Marleau is a vampire, and after a hundred or so years of living, not much fazes him, man.

Sometimes, on the road, when Cliff is running low on blood bags, Ilya lets him feed. There are chemicals in vampire saliva that cause sexual euphoria in humans—to ensure the survival of the species—and Ilya has gotten a not-insignificant number of hard-ons over the years while Cliff sucks at his wrist.

Ilya maybe came in his pants the first time. It doesn’t mean anything; it’s just biology. Cliff and Ilya understand each other. They both have their secrets.

[stilinscute]

a bark for a bite

by stilinscute

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chapter one-

Shane asks, “Remember his first practice with the team last year, before leaving to finish his season back home? When Hayes kept calling him ‘toothache’ because of how sweet he was?”

Ilya groans, shakes his head. “No, no, Shanya- that Luca is gone. That Luca was kidnapped by aliens-”

“Abducted.”

“- the moment he stepped off plane in Switzerland. Rookie we have now is some sort of… hell spawn.”