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27 hours later and they’re finally finished 🥳
I have in fact been driven insane by Ilyas Hawaiian shirt but we move
hollanov fanfic recs part 9
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The Shane Hollander Debacle by nineteenohtwo not rated | 1.3k words The Athletic NHL ✅ @/TheAthleticNHL Shane Hollander was the only player who did not wear Pride Tape on his stick during Centaurs Pride Night Glittering Gold by kaijuerotica rated e | 52k words In 2009, Ilya Rozanov won his first World Figure Skating title. That same year, Shane Hollander was selected first overall by the Boston Raiders.
In 2014, both are chosen to represent their countries in the Sochi Olympics.
A lot can change in two weeks. (sub)textual evidence by PenAndInkPrincess rated m | 13.4 k words “-can’t see each other again,” Ilya says, looking only at Shane’s hand, holding it so, so gently and stroking over Shane’s skin so, so softly. The soothing feeling of it makes it very hard to focus, but Shane tries very hard to do it anyway. “I tried-we tried, but this can’t happen again.” It takes a moment, but Shane finally manages to make sense of the words, and he lets out a soft noise of understanding.
Ah. He’s apologizing that he won’t be able to see Shane in the hospital again before he leaves.
“I understand,” he says, and he does. It was probably really hard for Ilya to get here even once, and it can’t be very long before his plane leaves. He’s sad, of course–they didn’t even get to spend time together, really–but it’s not like this will be the last chance they ever have to see each other. He gives Ilya his best attempt at a smile, and if it comes out a little sad, too, all Ilya does is reach out to stroke the backs of his fingers gently over his cheek.
(ilya goes through with his plan to break up with shane in the hospital) (the problem? shane is too high to understand that he's being broken up with) the stupid plan doesn't work anymore by the7thwriterinthedark rated m | 10.1k words When Shane learns that Ilya's plane has crashed and he doesn't even know who Ilya's emergency contact is or if Ilya's alive, he has a stunning realization that Ilya dying without anyone knowing what they are to one another would be a torment.
Ilya is injured in the plane crash, Shane does a lot of coming out.
“I love you,” says Shane, “I love you so fucking much, Ilya. And when you’re less loopy, I think we need to talk about how the stupid plan doesn’t work anymore.” Ilya’s mostly out of it by now, but he snorts, “Hollander wants to deviate from plan? Must be very serious for me, yes?” “You’re going to be fine.” Shane can’t even entertain the possibility of anything else, “Go to sleep.” Blood for the Blood God by agatestones not rated | 4.4k words This seems a little unkind to you but maybe I mean a little unkind to hockey? Because it also makes you sound like a superhero. Love you -- Dad Not so gay you can’t fuck Rose Landry by grabmyboner rated e | 3k words Shane confesses he imagined Ilya the entire time he was with Rose Landry, couldn’t even stay hard without picturing Ilya’s mouth and cock. Ilya, burning with possession, demands the filthy details while he gets on his knees for Shane. -🏒- “Tell me again,” Ilya says, voice low, almost a growl. “Everything you thought about when you were inside her.” picture frames by scarlettroses rated t | 3.6k words It goes well until he’s standing in Ilya’s— their— living room, holding a framed photo of the 2014-15 Montréal Voyageurs and their first Stanley Cup, rooted to the spot. - or, the one where moving to ottawa brings up some complicated feelings. We Didn’t Even Kiss by MultiFandomLoverWriterShipper rated t | 7.2k words Years into their relationship, Shane ends up wine-warm in Ilya’s lap, kissing every inch of his face he can reach and out of nowhere he brings up Vegas 2014. The penthouse. The elevator. The text Shane almost sent. Seeing his husband quiet, vulnerable, and still aching over it, Ilya stops joking for once and promises that it'll never happen again. They don't have sex, just kiss, Ilya kissing the living fuck out of Shane, making up for lost kisses. blackbird, fly by scarlettroses rated g | 2.8k words CBC News Archives | July 2005 Mini-Doc: Meet Ottawa’s 14 year-old hockey phenom, Shane Hollander [Video - 3:26] - The video has been over for long enough that his screen has gone dark, but Ilya is still stuck staring at the device.
He hasn’t let any tears spill over yet, but god, he’s going to cry. Trying to Guess if Shane Hollander is Gay, Straight, or a Homophobe | Gaydar by Violet_Thistle rated g | 2.8k words “Name three lesbian artists.” “Artists? Like painters?” Anania chuckles. “Sure if you know any of those off the top of your head.” Shane looks at her with wide eyes. “Okay, I meant like, musicians, actors, entertainers.” Anania prompts him. “Oh,” Shane’s expression remains tinged with uncertainty. “Uh, do athletes count?” “No, I want to see if you know anything beyond sports.” “Okay, um…” Shane looks all around as if the answer might appear from around a tree. “Uh….” “Oh, honey.” Anania shook her head. “The bar is so low.” ~ OR: Shane Hollander goes on Gaydar and is interviewed by Anania to see if she can guess if he’s gay, straight, or a homophobe. It goes about as badly as you’d expect. thylacine by anonymous rated e | 9.6k words He’s just about ready to doze off—his ritualistic pre-dinner, thirty-minute nap—when, suddenly, Ilya says, “Huh. Interesting.”
Shane cracks one eye open. “Hmm?”
“Oh, nothing, малыш,” he replies, though his brows are furrowed when he says it. Shane’s even more curious now.
“No, really, what is it?”
Ilya must lose some internal debate; a deep sigh leaves his body before, wordlessly, he turns his phone to Shane.
The bright light makes him squint, still not used to Ilya and his affinity for both using the light-mode feature and turning the brightness in his phone to a maximum. He forgoes scolding him when, after his eyes have adjusted, he reads: Metros acquires Fil-Canadian Rivera; second Asian player in franchise history after Hollander.
At first he thinks, oh, that’s my name. Shane hasn’t seen his name mentioned remotely near the words ‘Montreal Metros’ ever since he transferred to Ottawa three years ago. Then, and this is when it finally dawns on him, Shane thinks: second? we go heavy harder by decideophobia rated e | 7.8k words He wants to tell Rozanov to get over himself, shut up and fuck off. In that order. What he does say is, “I—I want to, uh…to try something.”
“Tell me,” Rozanov says, drawing back a little. His hands are back on Shane’s body and he slips his fingers under the hem of his shirt to draw his fingertips over Shane’s abs.
Shane takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “I want to suck you off upside down.”
Shane braces his palms on the counter top of the kitchen island Rozanov has trapped him against and hoists himself up, then spins and lies down on his back, shuffling a little until he feels the edge of the counter hit the back of his neck. He looks up at Rozanov towering over him like this, and the zing of arousal that zips through him is so strong it makes his skin tingle and heat pour through his veins, pooling between his legs.
OR; Shane sees porn that he wants to try with Rozanov.
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | tag
Oh my gosh thank you so much for the shout out! I have had an uptick in comments on my Gaydar Heated Rivalry fics lately and I was burning with curiosity as to why! Thank you so much again! I really appreciate it!!
Five questions about your current wip:
(Nobody tagged me, I just thought it would be fun! I’m borrowing this prompt from @herrmannhalsteadproduction)
1. Fanfic or original? title?
Heated Rivalry fanfic! Working title subject to change: “Not Here”
2. First two sentences of your current project?
Currently, but also subject to change: “Ilya! My darling, it’s been too long!” Svetlana exclaimed when she picked him up at the airport.
3. Most recently written sentence of your current project?
“Was he just a lovable goon or was he playing 3D chess?”
4. Favorite line(s) in your current project?
I swear to god if you use Shane to blackmail me you won’t have to worry about taking care of your family because the insurance money from your murder will do the job nicely.
And:
My brother and father are having me tailed, and my gay lover cannot take a hint for the life of him, how the fuck do you think I am, Hollander?! “Fine. Go sit down.”
5. How close is your project to the end?
Hard to say. I think about 60-75% done, but I’m not sure how to finish it yet. So….could be this weekend, could be a month! 🤣
Cliff Marleau on Gayar:
Anania cackles as they flip to the next card. “What is a binder?”
“Like those three ring binders you kept your homework in?”
Anania cackles. “Um-mm, nope, no.”
“Is it like, an entirely unrelated thing?”
“Yeah.”
“Is it like something drag queens use to like smooth…”
Anania’s eyebrows raise up indicating that he’s on the right track.
“...their package?” Cliff unconsciously covers his groin with his hand.
“No, you were kinda close though!”
“Really?”
“Kinda, yeah! It’s a chest compressor used for gender affirming care to make a chest appear flatter under clothing.”
Cliff slowly nods, “”Ooohh…okay.”
“Any thoughts on gender affirming care?”
Cliff gives his head a little shake before saying, “Get it.”
“I live!” Anania laughs.
Excerpt 5
Link: Trying to Guess if Cliff Marleau is Gay, Straight, or a Homophobe | Gaydar
Cliff Marleau on Gaydar:
“What’s the difference between nonbinary and genderfluid?” Anania asks.
“One’s more hydrated.” Cliff laughs, “The other’s got all those binaries. Or–or missing binaries. Binary deficient if you will.”
Anania looks at him in surprise, "That's such a big word for you, Cliff!”
“My mom’s got a deficiency.”
Anania looks concerned, “Wait–what?”
Cliff furrows his brow, “I don’t–it’s something medical–like some protein or enzyme or somethin’. I don’t remember. I just know she doesn’t have enough of it.”
“Oh, I’m sorry about your mom.”
“Thanks. She's okay though. Don’t be worryin’.”
“But I’m using binary deficient. I like that.” Anania laughs.
“Hey, you’re welcome.”
“But what’s the actual difference?”
“Difference in what?”
Anania rolls her eyes.
Excerpt 4
Link: Trying to Guess if Cliff Marleau is Gay, Straight, or a Homophobe | Gaydar
hi tumblr im so sorry i keep forgetting im on here
Cliff can't believe he didn't figure it out sooner. The strange move to Ottawa. How happy he's been. And most damming of all, "Jane", it fucking rhymes!
He watches a highlight reel of Ilya celebrating with his line and realizes he's just going to have to accept it.
Ilya was in love with Zane Boodram.
reblog if you too are bi and confused or support others’ right to be bi and confused
“Why don’t you use ai” idk man beyond the obvious environmental and “this machine causes psychosis and encourages people to kill themselves” thing I think asking the equivalent of a solid D student who is also a pathological liar if they can answer my question/do the work for me seems pretty fucking stupid
Cliff on Gaydar:
Anania reads the next question. “What is a Boston marriage?”
“Uh…a marriage that happens in Boston?”
Anania chuckles, “Surprisingly, not a marriage that happens in Boston.”
Cliff shakes his head, “Then I’ve got nothin’.”
“It was when two single women, usually independently wealthy, would live together long-term as companions. In the late 1800s early 1900s.”
“Oh wow. So they were like gay for each other?”
Anania scoffs. “A lot of times, that’s what is assumed, but not always. They might just not have wanted to marry a man. Not everyone wants to submit to a man and have a ton of babies.”
“Yeah. That’s kind of like my Aunt. She never married. Whenever I ask why she’s not settled down, she says, ‘Why would I ever want to be settled? I’m not a colony.”
From Lost In Translation by @quekerahkerah (which is so fun, go read it rn!!!)
“you don’t even have a dog” is probably the most haunting line to me because a lot of times society determines worth by romantic relationships and kids (and by extension, a dog). it doesn’t matter how smart and talented you are, or how much of an impact on the community you have, or how much you love the fog and the sand and the forests and the cliffs. you don’t even have a dog, so what would you be leaving behind? asking who is going to miss you? instead of what are you going to miss?
vs rocky who cared for and trusted the man’s intelligence enough to risk his own planet to go outside his enclosure to save grace. who loved him enough to give him a home full of things he didn’t always understand and colors he could never see and an ocean the human missed with real, working waves, and a classroom of kids so grace could do one of his favorite things every day. who knocked on grace’s door early in the mornings so they’d have time to sit on the beach
👆👆👆 Exactly this! I’m single, no kids, no pets. Every time I am asked if I have any kids I reflexively say, no I don’t have any kids but I have nieces and nephews! As if my value is only based on the closest thing to children I have.
I love AO3 and all its wonderful, generous, gorgeous, hilarious writers.
Me liking every post with pride tags to see which little flag animation I'll get:
Me only ever getting the rainbow flag. Which is fine. It is. I just wanna catch them all!
Cliff Marleau on Gaydar:
“Name one historical gay person.” Anania asks.
“Historical?” Cliff repeats incredulously.
“Yes.”
“They told you I play hockey, right?”
Anania laughs. “Just one out of all of history.”
Cliff shifts his weight back and forth with his hands in his pockets. “I’m not sure I could name any historical figure, Jesus.”
Anania chuckles, “Well, Jesus is a historical figure, jury’s still out on if he was gay or not.”
Cliff laughs. “He did hang out with all those disciples.”
Anania turns to Cliff animatedly, “This is what I’ve been saying!”
Excerpt 2
https://archiveofourown.org/works/87018361/chapters/230407266
i do not “delete sentences” when they start “hindering the plot” i COPY PASTE THEM into a SEPARATE DOC made just for keeping all my USELESS LINES that i will also NEVER USE so therefore i should JUST DELETE THEM but i DONT because id FEEL BAD if i did
You don't actually have to kill your darlings. You can just put them in the oubliette #myoubliette
If you can’t think of anything to say about a fic, writers also like to know:
- what time it is
- how long you’ve been reading
- how many chapters you’ve covered in the last 24 hours
- what you were late for because you were reading
- the woeful few hours you have left to sleep
- the emotional outbreaks you’re experiencing
- the inappropriate place you’re having said outbreak
- the general public’s reaction to your outbreak
- how much phone battery you have left
…is this sarcasm, or?
No this is completely legit. One of my favorite reviews to a chapter goes “I finished this with 5% battery and now I am crying in Target HOW DARE YOU”
Can confirm. Not sarcasm.
I think this relates to the fact that fic writers are generally fic readers too. If you tell me “I loved this and that and the other thing” I will be very flattered. But if you tell me “It’s 2:30 am and I have to be up at 7 but I’m still reading” I know EXACTLY where you are, emotionally, because I’ve been there too. Knowing that I’ve put you in that place is