A Place to Call Home

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[hpandcarbs]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/77302971/chapters/202382261

Hollanov fic rec!

Long WIP - During the last year of Ilya playing for Boston / the season following the cottage, Ilya gets badly injured during a game. Changes up between Ilya’s and Shane’s POVs. Amazing characterization and great look/feel at hospital recovery, autism, found family, etc etc etc. I’ve subscribed to updates!

[penandinkprincess]

yuna knowing that ilya visited shane in the hospital cracks me up because HOW did she know that

like??? was she looking over a visitor log??? did the nurse happen to bring it up???

or was shane's high ass just circling back to it like, "also il-rozanov was here :) he came to say hi :)" "that's nice of him, sweetie." only to five minutes later swing BACK around to "oh, roz was here :) did i tell you he came to see me :)" "th-yeah, honey. that's really nice." and like seven more minutes pass and this high off his ASS boy just "is rozanov still here? he came to see me. :) did you know that? :)"

[storywriter30]

I have a hard time accepting that Ilya Rozanov took his husband - Shane Hollander - to Ibiza for their honeymoon. It just...I mean...Shane? Hollander?

[my-castles-crumbling]

fly - hollanov - @hollanovmicrofic - word count: 389 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3

Shane stared miserably at his phone screen, trying not to tear up, trying not to think too much about Ilya’s arms, his lips, his smile.

What they had now, it was a million times better, and million times more than what they’d had before. They were so lucky.

But still…in times like these, he hated that they couldn’t be together whenever they wanted. 

He sat in his parents’ living room, trying to breathe. Everything was okay. Yuna and David had just gotten in a small car accident that’d left them both beat up but absolutely fine–no broken bones or life-threatening injuries. Shane had just had to miss one game to pick them up at the hospital and bring them home. But he was shaken. He wanted Ilya’s comfort so badly, even though he knew it was impossible.

He looked at his phone screen again.

Shane: I miss you. I wish you were here. Lily: I am so sorry, sonyshko. I want to be there too. I can call later? I am so glad they are okay. Shane: Yeah, call when you can. Love you. Lily: ♥

But Ilya had never called. 

And Shane understood. Really, he did. Ilya was in the middle of a trip on the West Coast with his team and likely couldn’t call, it wasn’t intentional. But fuck, Shane just needed–

A knock on the door made him jump. 

What the fuck? Why was someone at his parents’ house at…nearly midnight? Frowning, he hesitantly unlocked the door and opened it, to reveal–

“Ilya!?”

Breath leaving his body, eyes nearly popping from his head, he launched himself into his boyfriend’s arms, not caring at all if there was anyone on the street to see them. He just needed Ilya’s warmth, his comfort, his love.

“Hi, malysh,” Ilya murmured into his hair.

Pulling back, Shane looked at him in amazement. “I–did you fly all the way here?” he demanded, still unsure if he was dreaming.

The taller man smirked, stepping inside. “No. I walked. Took a very long time, I started a week ago, ac–”

Shane smacked him lightly on the shoulder. “Don’t be an asshole,” he muttered. “You came all the way here. Why?”

Ilya just shrugged. “You needed me. So I come.”

The words sank into Shane’s skin, warming him. 

Fuck, he loved this man so much.

[delicatepointofview]

Dream Team Shane Hollander & Ilya Rozanov Heated Rivalry — S01E05

[gurlsrool]

Harris and Ilya’s friendship is sooo important to me. The way Ilya talks about Harris in canon…he clearly admires him SO much. I think it means a lot to Ilya to have a friend who’s gay and proud, rainbow buttons and all

And for Harris…Ilya signed with Ottawa not long after he started working there. As an Ottawa fan, Harris was probably THRILLED to land a star center. But as their new employee he must have been nervous that Ilya would live up to every asshole rumor. Then in walks a kind, gloriously catty man whose eyes light up when he sees Harris’s pride pins

They’re both proud queer men who adore dogs and their partners. There’s such a warm kinship there. And also? Ilya is a hot hockey player. Harris is a hockey nut from Ottawa. I think they see a bit of their loves in each other 💕

[storywriter30]

A Little Peak into my HR WIP

 This was different. Ilya knew that. He knew that the moment that he watched Shane hit the boards. The moment he went down sideways. The moment he turned into a ragdoll. 

Illya was off the rower, his phone snatched off the ledge of the machine before the paramedics were on the ice. 

He called Yuna as he walked out of the Centaur’s weight room, absentmindedly grabbing his bag and paying no attention to the stares that followed him. 

She answered on the first ring. “I saw,” she said. 

“I am going straight to the airport,” he told her. “I will find a flight.” 

“Ilya -” 

“I can’t do nothing.” 

“What airline are you going to try?” Yuna asked. “I will do a different one so no one sees us.” 

“Does not matter.” Ilya said. He’d been tired of sneaking around for a while now. 

“I don’t think you can fly direct to Columbus,” Yuna adds. 

“So we fly private.” 

“Ilya -” 

“What is the point of this money if not for this?”

[tivaswiftie99]

THIS PICTURE IS ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING TO ME

[storywriter30]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I guess now is a good time to share that the first 2 chapters of this little bug are now on AO3.

[storywriter30]

What if I told you I was channeling my stress of the world into an AU post 13.23 where Tony heads to Israel after Ziva and Tali are pulled from the rubble of the farmhouse.

Want a sneak peek?

A small, pained whimper escaped her lips and Tony's head snapped up. He watched her eyes flutter open.

They were slow, groggy and unfocused but they were open.

“Ziva?” His voice was barely a whisper. “Hi.”

Tony leaned forward and braced himself on the bed’s railing. The fear inside of him snapped as he watched her eyes searching. He reached for her, ghosting a finger along her hairline.

“You’re in the hospital.” He whispered, curling just one finger around her pinky.

You’re safe.” He said. You’re in the hospital.”

Her head shifted slightly towards him, eyes sluggishly tracing the outline of his face.

Then—her body tensed, a deep tremor running through her. Her breath hitched.

Tony knew what fear looked like in Ziva. He was probably among the few who had seen it, had waded through it with her before. Her fingers clenched weakly at the blanket, slipping out of his reach.

He pulled her hand back, careful not to disturb the IV inserted on top, running his thumb across her fingers.

“I’m here. I got you.”

[rredlights]

josh lyman really said fuck it, toothpaste capri sun

[marisatomay]

if you told me on election night 2016 that in 2020 under an impeached-but-acquitted trump administration, 115,000+ would be dead and 44 million unemployed from a global pandemic, and during pride month 2020, while the pandemic still rages on basically unchecked, they would roll back protections against medical and insurance discrimination of lgbtq people on the anniversary of the pulse massacre, a week before he gives a speech on race in tulsa on juneteenth, two weeks after he teargassed protesters who were outside the white house fighting to end police brutality and racism, i would have said, “why do you think i’m crying so hard i can barely breathe.”

[storywriter30]

Follow-Up on my last post: without ideas I’m literally gonna do another Somalia storyline because - reasons

[storywriter30]

So I have gotten to the point of quarantine where I’m just like STRUGGLING. I really need to write and can’t seem to write my own stuff (shocking). Can ya’ll send TIVA/TIVALI prompts? 

[crims0nluna-deactivated20200820]

If you can't picture her throwing a molotov... she's not the one, bro.

[velvetmysoul]

[finita--la--commedia]

– Faraj Bou al-Isha (b. 1956), “Wait” translated from the Arabic by Khaled Mattawa in: “Poems for the Millennium. Book of North African Literature”, edited by Pierre Joris and Habib Tengour