OMG, ZINE PLEASE! VOLUME 3: #TRIPLETROUBLE IS NOW LIVE!
Explore the shenanigans, celebrate the triumphs, and dive into the inner workings and dynamics of all your favorite trios. Got some PolyFrogs ideas? Want some Tadpoles content? How about an unlikely trio you think the world should know about? It's all welcome for this issue! Go forth and wreck havoc with #TripleTrouble!
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With that being said, you can now read #TripleTrouble NOW at the link below! Again, thank you all oh-so much, and we hope to see you in the next one!
But if you never try, you'll never know
Hollanov - Rated T - 14.3k - Complete
Throughout the final year of his contract with the Voyageurs, Shane, his family and friends, and hockey fans all wonder what he’s going to do about his expiring contract.
Change is scary. Voicing that you're scared – to others but mainly to yourself – is scarier.
Lower Body Injury
Hollanov - Rated E - 13.3k - 2/4 Chapters - ONGOING
Their annual California (and Vegas) road trip was far too long for Shane and Ilya’s liking. Shane had reinstated his ‘no sex on the road’ rule after Ilya’s hat trick in San Jose and they were both dying inside.
Once home, it didn’t take them long to chase each other up the stairs. It had been far too long for the both of them. Finally in their bedroom with no one to possibly overhear them, they went for it - only maybe a little too fast.
OR
From the sudden lack of dick in his ass, Shane knew something was wrong.
and so the sealion fell in love with the loon
Hollanov - Rated E - 4k - Complete
The moment Ilya suggested he could marry Svetlana, Shane saw red. He feels like he could kill Ilya for saying this so casually. How dare he suggest that. After all they've been through, the lying, the sneaking around. Did all of this mean nothing to Ilya?
Shane wanted Ilya and he's willing to do whatever it takes to make sure Ilya is his forever.
Final Boarding Call
Hollanov - Rated G - 2.2k - Complete
Eyes still glued out the window, Ilya watched as they taxied to the runway. He noticed his leg starting to bounce again but was powerless to stop it. To anyone else on the plane he must look like a nervous flyer.
He was finally on his way to Montreal. Finally on his way to Shane. Finally able to hope for something more.
Come On, Let’s Get You Your Chicken Parmesan
Hollanov - Rated T - 2.4k - Complete
After their meeting with the commissioner, Shane and Ilya finally get their first proper date. It might not be what they wanted their first date to be like, but fuck it. They were out and they might as well make the best of it.
Check Please!
And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, inersion of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
Parswoops - Rated G - 10k - Complete
A collections of 100 drabbles. Kent “Parse” Parson and Jeff “Swoops” Troy. Though they only appear together once in an extra, they are more that two underdeveloped characters on screen?
Kent Can Do It With a Broken Heart
Past Kent/Jack - Rated T - 9.7k - Complete
Kent knows what they're all thinking: He's having the time of his life. But he's not, how could he? Kent's alone in Vegas with the knowledge that the love of his life is alive but doesn't want anything to do with him anymore.
How will Kent survive his first year in the NHL with a broken heart?
Spoiler alert: He cries a lot but he's so productive, it's an art. Cause he knows he's good when he can even do it with a broken heart.
5 Times Kent Parson’s Ass Looked Fantastic
Parswoops - Rated E - 9.7k - Complete
When you’re surrounded by professional athletes all the time, odds are you’re gonna find an ass that looks fantastic. Unfortunately for Jeff Troy, the only ass he finds fantastic is Kent Parson’s. It’s fine when they play on different teams and don’t know each other. It’s another issue when you’re line mates and best friends.
You Didn’t Ask The Question
Parswoops - Rated G - 6.7k - Complete
Kent and Jeff had both been through this before. One more goal and they would have forced a Game 7. Losing in the Conference Finals wasn’t the same as losing the Cup, but they were so close. No matter when you lose in the playoffs it hurts.
But Kent had Jeff. And Jeff had Kent. And that's all that mattered.
How is he?
Parswoops - Rated T - 3.6k - Complete
They had their fair share of incidents on the ice. Bad checks over the years, finding themselves at the bottom of scrums, crashing into the net, mainly Kent since he annoys the shit out of goalies by being in their space.
As always, on-ice incidents happened out of nowhere. Things are quick to develop on the ice. Simply the wrong place at the wrong time.
Pre-phalloplasty kent parson gets in a car accident and when he's high out of his mind on those good hospital drugs he tells swoops "it's gone :( my penis :( it's all gone" and swoops doesn't know how to be like you idiot you haven't even had the surgery so he just says "yep. penis all gone now 👍"
okay this one took me a very long time to think on because like... i like parswoops but only under very specific circumstances. so i am going to answer as if i don't like them together (even though i kind of do?).
Why don’t you ship it?
okay so from the beginning i was like... but swoops isn't a real guy. this was before i had the blast of a lifetime *making* him into a real guy, but prior to p(r)etty boy i was like... swoops whom? (which is hilarious because i did, at one point, have a parswoops bdsm fic out on ao3. it is now deleted; which is fine. it was bad.)
2. What would have made you like it?
any time someone treats swoops as someone who isn't just jack-lite is when i enjoy this ship. also parswimms. but either jack has to be there or he can't be there at all/he cannot have anything to do with them. you can't just throw swoops in as the solution to kent's heartbreak without giving me a good reason as to *why* he's the solution. otherwise he's just another tall brunet dude kent fell for. that's annoying (though not as annoying as when it's tater...).
3. Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?
yeah it's kind of extremely sexy when it's done with so much "this is wrong"ness! (@aristocrating your fic 'go on and hit me in the heart' has some excellent parswoops that i'd define as 'this is wrong') (fic rec for the rest of you!).
He doesn't know how the topic came up. It's Friday night after the game, the Sharks annihilated on Vegas home turf, and a celebration at Kent's place followed. Everyone else is gone already, and now it's just the two of them - an increasing occurrence, Kent notes dizzily - with Kent sitting on the floor, leaning his back against the couch and Swoops lying on it, lounging on the cushions.
"I don't know, Swoops," Kent laughs. "I just haven't met the right person, you know?" Person. Even just using the word feels precarious. Anything that could give away anything other than complete-perfect-straightness makes Kent's heart hammer with anxiety. "Besides, I think always making the first move is exhausting."
Swoops laughs at that, which makes Kent grin and blush.
"Believe it or not, Jeff, even I shut up sometimes."
"Debatable," Swoops goes and lets his head fall to the side on the armrest so he can eye Kent lazily from his lounging position.
There's a look in Swoops' eyes that makes Kent falter. You're holding back, Parse.
Kent's mouth suddenly feels very dry. There's no way that Swoops knows, right? He's been so careful.
"Oh, what you wouldn't give for me to shut up, huh?" Kent says, his brain running on complete stupid-drunk autopilot. "Bet you want to shut me up yourself."
It's the wrong thing to say, Kent's painfully aware, but they're drunk and it's late and he can't stop himself from yearning.
Swoops' mouth pulls into a slow, languid smile. "Maybe one of these days you'll come see if I'm really that shy, eh?" He swings his legs from the couch and gets up, making his unsteady way towards the door. "Anyways, I should turn in for the night. See ya, Parser."
"... Yeah. Bye, Swoops."
The door falls closed and Kent stares. What the fuck was that?
coming back here to say that as an rper and a check please fan id love to rp as kent parson against anyones tater, swoops, jack, or oc! def open to other ship, i just miss writing fanfic of my kvp rat boy, but im too lazy to write fic…
hmu (dm or comment) if you wanna do a check please rp (discord only)!!
