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Below is a masterlist of my fics to date, and below that, my reclists.

Drarry Fics

After the Time Loop | E | 4.7k | Time Turners | Morally Ambiguous Character

Other Fics

Drarry Reclists

Five Favourite Fics – reclists I post every couple of weeks featuring my favourite fics (with my own micro-summaries) from some of my favourite authors:

Drarry Round The World:

Part One: Africa, Asia, Oceania and Antarctica | Part Two: Europe | Part Three: The Americas | Part Four: Road Trips

Halloween-themed recs

Anniversary-themed recs

Proposal-themed recs

Vintage Drarry reclist (2001-2006)

Collaborative Reclists

Lists I've compiled with input from some of my lovely fandom friends:

Romance reclists: part 1, part 2, and part 3

Sex scene reclists: part 1, part 2, and part 3

#masterlist #ss writes #ss recs #fandom life #drarry

bento-milk

the two shane hollanders

can u find da hidden room numbas :> (1221 and 1410)

#hollanov

sweet-s0rr0w

for @drarrymicrofic July prompt steal (i've been busy, alright?)

Harry gets home late, breathless and triumphant. “Caught him. Finally.”

The brush in Draco’s hand snags on a burr, and Bruin whines in protest. “Oh yes?”

“And get this,” Harry tells him, looking up from the kitchen table where he’s unlacing his boots. “He was actually renting it out.”

“No.”

“I know, bloody chancer. A thousand Galleons a spin, too.”

“Gosh,” says Draco: lightly, carefully. He doesn’t stop brushing.

“He had some customer there when we showed up. The guy was almost in tears, begging us to let him use it anyway. Please, officer, you don’t understand! I only need half an hour! Fifteen minutes, anything! Almost had to arrest him too just to stop him going on.” Harry leans back in the chair, still grinning. “A thousand Galleons! Just to go back and change one tiny thing. I mean, can you imagine being that desperate?”

“I–” Draco begins. It sticks in his throat. “No,” he manages, working out another tangle. “I – I really can’t.”

“Anyway,” says Harry easily, lightly, that’s that. Draco keeps on brushing, though somehow his fingers have turned numb. The cool press of Harry’s cheek against his own is startling, and when Draco shivers Bruin jumps in turn. Harry just laughs, dipping his head to kiss his way up the smooth, unblemished skin of Draco’s forearm. “You alright there?”

“I’m fine,” Draco says. He firms his hand around the brush, the bristles digging deep into his palm. “Well,” he corrects, “I’m better now you’re here.”

#drarry #drarrymicrofic

sweet-s0rr0w

for @drarrymicrofic prompt wound - red string of fate silliness, 700 words.

***

The first time Harry felt his string was in the dusty aftermath of the Battle. Most of him hurt, and the rest felt numb, and so it was a few days before he registered the tugging, or discovered the length of scarlet thread wound around his little finger. A soulmate, he thought, with no small degree of bitterness. Something new to worry about.

There was no time for worrying that summer, though. That summer was already spoken for: first Scotland for the rebuild, then back home for the trials, and by the time the wind turned autumn-sharp, Harry’s string had disappeared.

It came back at Christmas.

“It’s nothing,” Harry insisted, as Ginny scrambled off the bed, pale-faced. “Whoever she is, she’s probably in Australia or something. Who cares?”

Ginny did, as it turned out.

She wasn’t the only one, either. Most people pretended it didn’t matter at first, but amid the dying gasps of each failed relationship, there it was again: something sour, something rotten. “I’m not your soulmate, anyway,” they’d mutter, as though they’d been tricked. As though Harry had tricked them.

He began to hide it: wearing gloves over the holidays, tucking his hand beneath long sleeves for those same two weeks every June. He’d feel the pull starting and make his excuses, Apparating home or disappearing upstairs. Alone, though, strangely, he found he didn’t mind it. He rarely saw the red of the string, which disappeared off into nothing; usually the only sign was a bloodless indent, just below the nail bed. He’d run his finger over and over the notch and picture a formless someone doing the same at the other end.

But who? And where?

“I mean, it’s got to be worth checking out, right?” he said to Ron, tugging on his rucksack outside the Portkey station. “Maybe it’s why I have such shit luck in love.”

But she – or he, as Harry increasingly suspected – wasn’t in Australia, after all. No matter; surely, with this, there was no rush. His instincts took him to the great gardens of Japan, the white sands of Bali, the bazaars of Jaipur. Then, frustrated, he continued west: northern Africa, southern Europe, where he paused in Rome for a brief, unsatisfying affair, then up through Germany; still, there was no sign of the thread.

“You’ve got to come back,” Hermione told him, voice staticky over the international Floo. Harry was in Dinard by then, heart-sick, belly heavy with beer and Breton crêpes. France had been the closest yet, he was sure of it. That first night, in Bordeaux, he’d been pulled abruptly from a dream, could have sworn he’d felt –

“It’s his tenth birthday,” Hermione reminded him. “He’ll be so disappointed if you miss it.”

“Yeah, mate,” Ron chimed in, from somewhere in the background. “It’s been months. Face it, you have shit luck in love because you only date arrogant pricks.”

He was still bitter about Ginny, Harry reckoned.

Reluctantly, Harry Apparated in to the party, though it had been so long that he mistimed his jump, and ended up in Andy’s kitchen. He staggered forward, dropping both his suitcase and Teddy’s badly-wrapped present on the tiles.

“Excuse me,” came an affronted voice from somewhere near the fridge.

“Sorry, I–”

Then the man straightened, adjusted his collar and – oh god, it was Malfoy. And oh god, Harry was staring. It was just – he hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected Malfoy at all, and certainly hadn’t expected him to look like this. Malfoy was broader now, tanned, freckled, and he was wearing a linen shirt, open halfway down his chest. He looked like every one of the arrogant pricks Harry had dated. Harry’s mouth watered, and his heart pounded, and his little finger throbbed. Distracted, he flexed it, then when that didn't work he shook his whole hand in annoyance.

Malfoy inhaled sharply as the motion caught his eye. He stilled, almost dazed, then extended his own hand towards Harry.

Harry knew, of course, before he looked down.

“It doesn’t mean–” Malfoy began, cautious, at the same time as Harry said “we don’t have to–”

They both paused, laughing. Looped between the two of them, their red string shook.

Time slowed down. Around them, everything grew bright. Harry stepped forward, wound the thread loosely around his hand, and reeled Malfoy in.

“Hi,” he said.

#drarry #drarrymicrofic

lunarblue11

A doodle inspired by this fic!

Heaven is a bedroom (18140 words; Rated M) by Charlotte_Stant / @boxboxlewis

#i love it so much #you know when something is just perfect in every way #shane running in his name badge and his perfect little shorts #the angle in through the window #hollanov #fic rec #incredible art

hollandar

HEATED RIVALRY — FILMING DAYS

HW: Our show was kind of unusually block shot. It was shot like a giant movie, which means we're shooting parts of episode 5 in the beginning, parts of episode 4 early on. In the same day we're going from multiple scripts. We had to hold the entire story and then go in on command to these different points that these characters are at.

(sources and disclaimers below)

#fascinating!#rozanov #heated rivalry

theburialofstrawberries

this fic is RUINING me....shane tying ilya up because sveta and ilya had tied up sex one time, and hating it ajskhdjk.....

perfect 5+1, the five parts escalate and edge you and then the +1 DELIVERS the hard-won beautiful ending

#had the most fun writing this #always happiest with collabs #bc i can look at them more objectively somehow #not clouded by the horrors of Putting Myself Out There #also tacky and maester are the best ever and i am so lucky #thank you so much this was so lovely #5+1 #hollanov #heated rivalry

rainjulyx

Two ghosts for @drarrymicrofic | 600wc

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“Professor, how's your hair all grey at 30?” Malfoy's long fingers reached out to touch, it froze just a hairbreadth away. He smiled thinly and retracted his hand.

Harry stared at the single fleck on Malfoy's pale skin, a little crescent on the tip of his nose. “Thirty…”

Malfoy leans towards the fence, hair wild, swayed by the wind. Eyes reflecting the stars that he knew like the back of his hand.

Him, the same, always.

Any moment, his finger would point at a celestial object and recite its lore. And Harry would listen like he did years ago, in this very place, like a rerun. Back then, Malfoy had talked animatedly, eyes glimmering, youth etched in the way he slipped in immature insults between the lore—just to annoy Harry—pale skin under a thick Slytherin scarf. Harry remembered how he had smirked that one night, a day before graduation, his lips pink and wet. “Sinistra retired. I'll just take it, you know. Mcgonagall asked me.”

Harry had been young and stupid, he'd scrambled for excuses not to leave and begged McGonagall to let him stay a few more months after eighth year. He'd told himself he hadn't been ready for the world. Nothing more.

Little liar, you haven't even left since.

Malfoy moved, his pale long hair nearly swiping against Harry's face. A finger pointed to the sky. “You know how to find the Leo constellation?”

Harry shook his head. So, this was Regulus' night.

Malfoy described the constellation; introduced its brightest star; and asked… do you know that he was named after it? Then he recalled the stories he heard from Narcissa about the man.

Harry listened, patiently. Looking at his own hands, pretending he wasn't staring at Malfoy's long eyelashes or the little fleck on his nose. Or his icy grey eyes. Once Malfoy was out of things to say, it was Harry's cue. He asked, “So what about your namesake, professor?”

“Good question, you'd make my best student at this rate.”

“Better than Rose Weasley?”

Malfoy smiled, eyes faraway, maybe thinking about his most prominent student. “Never.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Harry watched, agonised as he waited, as if anticipating for a miracle to unravel. There, the little smile on those pale lips. Eyelids opening to showcase the light in grey eyes. Malfoy leaned on his side to face Harry. “Draco is a constellation. It's shaped like a dragon.”

“Dragon?”

Malfoy was so close. He must have felt Harry's breath this near. He must have heard Harry's bloodrush. He must have seen Harry's mess of heart written all over his eyes. Those lips, so near. Harry gulped, still this anxious, even after all these years, even after reliving this a thousand times and more.

“The biggest star in Draco's constellation is called Eltanin, or Etamin. Do you know that?”

Yes. I asked every night. You always answered.

“Is it time?” Draco asked, this time, his voice is caught at the back of his throat. He sounded awfully young and tired.

Harry looked away. Refusing to see it unfold. He had enough of this. He closed his eyes, and waited.

There was, mercifully, no sound when Draco dematerialised.

The tower was quiet. The metal fence was cold under Harry's hand. The winter was unforgiving. Draco's office was dusty and vacant. Rose Weasley has long since graduated.

And Harry was a tired sixty year old.

He came back to his chambers as the clock struck two, like the night before. And before. And before. He slept unwell, dreaming about Draco Malfoy and his youth. About the endless nights on Astronomy tower. About... about... about...

#drarry #gorgeous

nebulastars

Overheard for @hollanovbingo

hollanovstrophyroom

S1E1: Rookies

A pretty gift by 11T (1,351 words, rated M)

“Well, don’t you look... pretty.”

“Fuck,” he whispers, embarrassed at his choice of outfit. “This was such a bad idea.”

Sliding Doors by @sweet-s0rr0w (3,166 words, rated T)

“But – but your son. Maybe he is busy,” Ilya says, loudly. She’s still holding the doors open with her foot; they give another clunk of protest. “Maybe he make plans already.” “Oh, Shane’s not busy,” she says, tapping away. “He’ll be getting an early night.” “Maybe–” Ilya tries again, “maybe I get an early night.” Her gaze flicks up to him then, sharp and knowing. “I won’t keep you long,” she tells him. “It'll be so good for you two to get to know each other...”

hope is a heartache by @anincompletelist (3,246 words, rated M)

But the smoke clears and Hollander is gone and Ilya is alone again on this rooftop, and the cold is sobering, the tie at his neck too tight. Hollander knows fear too: No one is looking. You don’t know that.

And now he is somewhere downstairs again, with aged liquor in his stomach and Ilya’s smoke on his breath, alone but in a different way. This, too, is Ilya’s fault somehow—the rooftop, his absence, the cigarette. The way Hollander had come up here in search of something and left with less than even that.

Ilya looks down at his hands. He knows how to do more than just take, he thinks. He just has to remember.

He curses, jabs the flame out until it’s ash, and finds his way back inside.

we're strangers, we're not friends by @isozyme (5,359 words, rated T)

The Metros really were lousy at hockey. Shane Hollander was the only talent they had, which was why they threw the C on his chest before they even made it to the All Star break. The Raiders hadn’t given Ilya even an A yet. Coach had taken him aside and told him they weren’t going to think about a leadership role on the team until he’d finished his rookie year. He had enough to deal with, Coach said, which was nicer than saying Ilya was still nineteen, and his English sucked shit, and they weren’t quite done being worried about “character issues.”

next time, probably by @schittyfic (5,729 words, rated E)

"We should – in the shower, maybe? The water would cover up any…” Hollander clears his throat awkwardly. “Noises.”

Ilya stares at him. A thoroughly entertained grin spreads slowly across his face. “Noises,” he repeats.

Hollander opens his mouth, closes it again. His lips are so swollen. Ilya wants to bite them. “Well, do you want him to hear everything?”

Or: Shane's worried they'll be overheard in room 1221. He has a very sensible solution. Ilya has other ideas.

Bad Thing I: Saddle Up, Cowboy by synchronik (10,838 words, rated E)

Ilya Rozanov has seen the tape on Hollander, seen his blazing speed and his quick hands, his almost psychic ability to know where the puck will be. Hollander is a magician on the ice, the best prospect in the world except for Ilya himself.

But up close, Hollander looks young. Soft. Western. He has big eyes and freckles across his nose like a little kid. He is attractive in the way that many young men are attractive, his face not yet hardened by the work of the real world, and he seems nervous to be out here, nervous to be seen with Ilya. Because Ilya has been forced to learn everything about Hollander, Ilya knows that Hollander is older than him, not much, a few weeks. But looking at him, Ilya feels weary and old. He hates that.

Good Thing I: You Think I'm Pretty by synchronik (18,376 words, rated E)

I should probably just leave this guy alone, Shane thinks as he pushes open the heavy metal security door. He's already said hi to Lemaire and the other guys playing in the tournament, so there's no reason why he needs to come out here in the cold. He could wait to meet until they're all back inside. He could wait until the interviews. He could just not do it at all.

But Ilya Rozanov is his primary competition, here at the Prospect Cup and in the draft, so he's going to meet him. His mother calls it "leading from a position of strength," the idea that you meet your biggest challenges head on and take what they give, and she's right about most things, so. Plus, he's already met all the other guys and not meeting Rozanov would leave a hole in his list, a space that would bug him until it was filled, which could distract him, interrupt his play, and that's not going to happen, not here.

#ahhhh thank you so much #my little ficlet #great reclist!#what an honour #heated rivalry #hollanov #rec of my fic

lotstradamus

my original Heated Rivalry rec list has gotten stupidly long so I'm officially starting a Part Two. taking this opportunity to change up some of the subcategories, because 1) the Wildcard header was becoming a bit too all-encompassing, and 2) I love organising and efficiency. hot.

situationship era:

In the Clutch by mcshrug (sequel to Buzzer Beater)

Drop the Gloves by mcshrug

head and body to you by naokime

holding tightly when you invite me by thesehands

I Was Raised out in the Cold by LavenderProse

truth covered in security by lisa6

tongues a-wagging by Anonymous

home economics by Anonymous

the wild ecstasies of worship by ruralsaint

liminal boyfriends:

good things come by Ccainao3

Two Man Advantage by LavenderProse

The Long Game and beyond:

Malysh by theribbonsweregreen

here we are and what the hell are we going to do with it by walkingthroughwindows

AUs (one or both not a hockey player):

Russia's Greatest Love Machine by OrYouCouldHaveMine

Spolia Victoris by OpalApparition

AUs (both still hockey players):

Talk About It by some1_around

play destroy by kneeinjury

omegaverse:

Good Losing by chaentics

wildcards:

fall in love again and again by Ehlihr

another uninnocent, elegant fall by Anonymous

Luchik, Darling by chaentics

lotstradamus

FALL IN LOVE AGAIN AND AGAIN FALL IN LOVE AGAIN AND AGAIN

situationship era:

Just as Bright by mcshrug

Gonna Be Golden by sweet_s0rr0w

Fold Me Tight by fallbekind

Alligator Bites Never Heal by flawlessassholes

is it a video by garagepaperback

liminal boyfriends:

struggle pretty by thesehands

ten years and counting by radialarch

Happy Endings by MaesterChill, sweet_s0rr0w, tackytiger

Toe Drag by mcshrug

The Long Game and beyond:

Deep Misunderstandings by some1_around

AUs (one or both not a hockey player):

Apogee by OpalApparition

ring my bell by servetas

AUs (both still hockey players):

i know where to draw the line by magneticwave

la petite mort by anincompletelist

omegaverse:

lean back, just like that by ribena

wildcards:

bull in the heather by garagepaperback

Lovers, I Guess by tackytiger

these and other lucky witnesses by creamsicle_melt

#eeee #a rec of my fic #and my other fic!!!#can't believe my hollanov is on a reclist #what an honour #tysm op ❤️❤️#hollanov #heated rivalry

the-forbidden-forest

Codependent trio 😌

Gonna be Golden is soooooooo good. Thank you

Ahh thank you anon!!! Watersports is a tricky one as there are so many flavours 🫠 Fortunately we were spoilt for choice in my original fandom (Drarry, most likely you know that!) - some faves are:

Sports Star and Full by @moonflower-rose

Float by @shiftylinguini

Coming On Stream by @maesterchill

Wonderful Electric by @lqtraintracks

Grand Canyon and Come Through by @sorrybutblog

Come For Me by Frayach

For me, I'm really happy with how this one turned out. I wrote exactly what i'd want to read with Hollanov and i'm so glad it worked for you too!

Gonna Be Golden here on ao3

#hollanov #drarry #watersports

dronarryfest

Dronarry Fest Fic: Troubleshooter

Title: Troubleshooter Creator: @maesterchill Type: Fic Wordcount/length: 6.3K Rating: Mature Warnings: Mildly dubious consent Tags: Meddling Ginny Weasley, Quidditch Player Ginny Weasley, Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, Potions, POV Ginny Weasley, Drinking, Scheming, Threesome, Idiots in Love, Obliviousness, Ginny is so done with these idiots, POV Outsider

Ginny Weasley doesn’t just suss things out. She fixes them. Sometimes that includes Quidditch tactics and team plays... sometimes it includes the love lives of her perplexing teammate, her perpetually oblivious ex, and her great big fool of a brother.

Read Troubleshooter on AO3!

#dronarry fest #dronarry #dronarry fest 2026 #yessssss #a gift for ME #and for ALL OF US

mojowitchcraft

Slap Shots

A Hollanov Bind-This-In-Your-Style Shinny hosted by @citrusses & @phoenixortheflame

Each binder was given the same typeset and told to bind it in their style, so of course I went with a Snoopy theme! I've been absolutely loving seeing so many artists draw Shane & Ilya as Snoopy and Woodstock. Huge thanks to all the artists I reached out to who gave me permission to use their work in this bind! I ended up with more art than I knew what to do with and had to include it all.

Front Cover: @/marsabrinart Back Cover: @batsplash

More below the cut ⬇️

#this is so gorgeous #hollanov

dronarryfest

Dronarry Fest 2026... Tomorrow!!

That's right... in less than 24 hours, Dronarry Fest 2026 kicks off.

Arm yourselves, dear readers. This year's entries are everything.

#dronarry #drarry #rarry #ronarry #dron #harry potter #it's coming!!!

sweet-s0rr0w

Gonna Be Golden

E, 6k, Hollanov, watersports!💦

idk if there are any watersports fans but if so - here, have a treat! sorry, the heart wants what it wants, i looked at the montages of shane with his eyes full of tears and something inside me said THIS MAN NEEDS TO BE PISSED ON. anyway i think it's quite a sweet fic, set during their earlier hookups, no humiliation, no desperation/wetting, some gentle kink exploration together and shane finally getting to be ilya's first at... well, something 😉

also, I love the title of this one sorry kpop demon hunters fans!

thank you SO MUCH to @hoko-onchi-writes @maesterchill and @tackytigerfic for your help always <3

#kinks on main pls #got a bunch of kudos and comments off the back of this post #js don’t be afraid to reblog 😂#hollanov #tzrb

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