archival work

idk how granular i should be getting so i guess these are more like umbrellas and if trends emerge with more specific tropes i'll add them in...

no point in me adding things like "shane hollander walks ilya rozanov like a dog" though when that tag already exists and you can search it on ao3 yourself- BUT sometimes people don't tag it themselves so: trying to be thematic but also some tropes i've noticed so far.

they have silly names (for now) because this is my blog and i say so

rated: m

word count: 12k (3/?)

Ilya figures out the key to escaping the time loop on the third consecutive Tuesday. It isn’t exactly hard.

The time loop chews him up and spits him out a hundred Tuesdays later.

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if nothing matters then does everything matter then does nothing matter then does-

ilya stuck in a time loop and experiencing the horrors of pissing off whatever omnipotent entity he has pissed off.... at the sochi olympics..

GRIPPING plot and such an intriguing take on the trope

ilya characterisation that i can feel jumping out of the page

rated: g

word count: 20k

“Shane, how do you feel about rage-baiting Russians?”

“Cool. My daily routine,” Hollander replied, eyes not leaving the page.

“Yes. But usually you do it for free.

or

Ilya Rozanov, the first out Russian queer player in professional hockey, is interviewed by Yuri Dud', the most famous journalist of progressive Russia.

ENG TL:

rozanov – not on hockey / vDud' - werevolche

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84048901/chapters/221602836

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translated work of one of the most popular RU hollanov fics and it fucking ROCKS

on the fic itself:

awesome concept surrounding ilya being interviewed by who i can only gather seems to be the russian equivalent of louis theroux post-tlg

ilya and his complex relationship with his home country - especially at the intersection of nationalism and patriotism and Sport

sticks the landing beautifully in its sweetness

on the translation:

this is clearly such a labour of love that made me overjoyed to read

amazingly detailed notes and annotations which care so much about preserving the original intent of the work while maintaining great prose in english, and explaining even the smallest details related to idioms/turns of phrase

enriched the experience of reading the fic by providing informed cultural context

rated: e

word count: 9k

You are okay? I was not too hard in you?"

"You mean too hard on me."

"No. I do not." The corner of his mouth twitches, like a traitor.

or

Shane wears panties for Ilya.

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dr perv is in.

the definitive 'shane wears panties for ilya' fic.

shane and ilya come across a pair of panties in ilya's jacket that ilya was not aware had been put in there. yum!

as per usual the pwp is not just a pwp and is actually a conversation about where hollanov stand within their relationship at the current point in time

shane and ilya both saying things that are Revealing about how they truly feel about one another but trying to brush it off. not me though i am #observing !!!!!

shane just jealous as hell mad as hell deep within his own torment nexus throughout this whole thing, and it's just hot as hell anyway.

go forth and read!

vv

rated: e

word count: 12k

Shane is silent for so long that Rozanov leans, slouching against the doorframe, and raises his eyebrows at him expectantly. “Yes? You are selling bibles?”

“You fucked my girlfriend.” It tears out of him.

“Ah,” Rozanov drawls, as if the thought is just now occurring to him, “yes. I did.”

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ilya rozanov official graduate of lestat's school of of provoking your lover into sleeping with you by cucking them.

rated: e

word count: 82k (7/?)

“Need a bet to get laid, Rozanov? You’re really that desperate these days?”

“Nostalgic, maybe."

“Wow. Big word.”

“Shut up, Hollander.”

Shane shuts up

“When I win,” Rozanov continues. “I get you for…twenty-four hours.”

or

Shane and Ilya are in rival frats in their senior year and it's time for the annual Greek Olympiad. A bet is made.

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ongoing frat boy college au!

hot premise already enough to sell me on it but this has a present-day / in the past dual-timeline going on withholding information that is gradually being revealed to the audience about why shane and ilya currently 'hate' each other. and it's fun!

rated: e

word count: 18k (as of posting)

works: 4 (as of posting)

1: shake off my nerves then push me to sea

“Even like this you know what you want, don’t you Hollander?”

“I want you.” Shane smirks.

“Obviously.” Ilya says, kissing him too quick. “You are drunk, not stupid.”

Shane smiles, thinks that he might be both right now and that’s absolutely fine with him.

(Shane wants to get out of his head for a while - Ilya helps. With vodka.)

2: namaste, asshole

“Right, right.” Ilya hums. “But you told me you do not do yoga outside?”

Shane bites his lip, looks away from Ilya in the way he always does when he has a secret. Ilya lets him. Waits.

“For you.”

“Ah, there.” Ilya grins. “He admits it.”

3: i'm sick of sleeping alone

With a mostly-stifled noise of regret Ilya pulls away, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Mm, about what?” Shane asks, sounding like he’s floating somewhere above his body.

“It’s been years, and I’ve never seen your dildo. Show me.”

4: my name, your skin

Ilya is so needlessly hot at the best of times that it aches for Shane to see him here and not be touching him. But somehow the inclusion of a Metros jersey has made it so much worse. Worse even than if he was naked, which is a fucking crazy realisation to have.

Smirking, Ilya gets to his feet. “You’re blushing.”

“I’m not.” Shane protests, even though he can feel the heat growing in his cheeks as he stares and stares and—.

“All these years.” Ilya grins. “And still a shit liar.”

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LOVE these. slices of post-ep6 shane and ilya navigating their newly minted relationship my beloved. the epic highs and lows of a long-distance relationship that's now officially a long-distance relationship

all of them are fun and hot godbless

vv

rated: e

word count: 11k (1/2)

Shane never had any vices until he met Ilya Rozanov.

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what if you conjured up an elaborate betting scheme with your situationivalship so you had a reason to text them more frequently than just sharing hotel room numbers??

amazing fun hilarious plot basis cut with the most beautiful prose in the world such as:

"All of him slack in his hands after that, happiness a wet clay. It's Rozanov’s business what shape Shane’s molded in."

rated: e

word count: 37k (4/6)

Shane thinks about Ilya; thinks about the glorious gasping surprise of Shane and considers that he has made an absolutely fucking massive mistake somewhere along his way here but he has no idea what it was. Behind his eyelids he thinks about his own name choked out like a confession and thinks about the Ilya that seemed to come so naturally, and wishes desperately that he'd done something differently. Something, almost anything, but he doesn't know what, can't pin the thought down. He has no idea what he's wishing for except for different.

As it turns out, once they're in motion there's nothing that can keep his eyes open, and he sleeps.

There's a dream that feels like turning inside out, like stretching and rebounding, like a path cleared and his is the first skate that touches the ice after the Zamboni leaves it, and he wakes —

He wakes.

Head thick and foggy until he shakes it and it clears, but he wakes —

— and they're back at the hotel.

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IF YOURE IN LINE FOR HOLLANOV TUNA MELT TIME LOOP FICS STAY IN LINE!!!!

ao3 user cloudsurfing i'm kissing you on the mouth this is one of my favourite tropes and it is being done so well here.

rated: e

word count: 5k

Here is what everyone thinks of you. It’s exactly what you feared. It might actually be worse.

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beautiful heart wrenching angsty little shane character study exploring public perception and the flattening of one's character via celebrity. particularly dealing with homophobia and autism.

from my perspective as a long time figure skating fan, i couldn't help but think about the common microaggression where asian skaters are labelled as the 'robotic' and 'purely technically focused' skaters in opposition to their white competitors who get to be the 'artistic' ones who 'have something to say' with their skating

rated: g

word count: 5k

“Ilya’s coming back?” He asked, almost giddy. And— maybe the meds were stronger than she’d realised.

“No- he was just leaving. So he came by to see how you’re doing? Did he apologise for Marlow?”

“He was so worried,” Shane said, a tiny furrow appearing between his eyebrows.

“Marlow?”

“No, Ilya! He gets all serious when he’s worried.”

or, Yuna runs into Rozanov in the hospital and starts connecting dots

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what it says on the tin. yuna pov from shane's hit as she puts some puzzle pieces together.

love that even when she's stressed about her son is injured she's too hockeypilled to blame it on anyone but shane for getting himself distracted.

short and sweet.

link won't embed vv

rated: m

word count: 6k

Has Shane Hollander ever fought anybody?”

No, Ilya answers petulantly as he rewinds the clip. He wishes that Hollander had fought him on ice the last time they’d played. Really, if the world was going to bear witness to Hollander losing his shit on ice, wouldn't it have been more fitting for it to be at him? The details of this strange scenario flood his imagination as Ilya stews in his envy. He wonders what it would be like for Hollander to hit him. Ilya would like it, he’s sure, however painful it’d be.

He wonders if Hollander would like it, too, and if he’d like Ilya to hit back. The answers come to him quickly, as if fed to him by the man himself.

Yes and yes.

Ilya goads Shane into punching him during a game. What happens next will warm your heart.

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shane deserved to be able to smack ilya at least once in in ep2. ilya would have liked it </3

fighting as foreplay + hockey fights tag (you already know) it's fab.

second chap also gets into some great dialogue about racism and model minorities in regards to shane.

link doesn't want to embed so vv

rated: e

word count: 17k

Lily: You are hiding from me.

Jane: I’m not! I’m busy.

Lily: Busy losing. You play better when I fuck you.

Embarrassed by his very public and short-lived fling with Rose, Shane goes to great lengths to avoid Ilya. He’s unprepared for just what Ilya will do to win him back.

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"ilya is a very sore winner" in the tags godbless

rated: e

word count: 22k

Ilya picks up on the third ring, breathing heavily into the phone. Shane hears a door slam shut through the device. “Do not yell at me.”

Shane stares at the half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table. “You suck.”

“I suck? I scored hat-trick! In your stupid body! I have not eaten in six hours, Hollander. I have not pissed. I have not laid down. I want to go home.”

“Rozanov–”

“Your mother has called twenty times. Your manager has called thirty times. Your father text me picture of crossword puzzle and ask for help. Clue is about American President from the 1980s. I cannot help!”

OR: the hollanov bodyswap fic.

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rated: e

word count: 4k

status: private (log in to read)

He’ll be embarrassed about it come morning. When he spends the summer in Russia thinking about how he spent this last night with Hollander, begging for him to rut against him while Ilya still had all his clothes on. He’ll be terribly embarrassed, he’s sure, when he remembers how Hollander nodded and then trailed a hand down Ilya’s stomach, rucking out his shirt from his waistband, and shoving his hand down Ilya’s pants.

How horrifically embarrassed he will be when he remembers Hollander’s face upon grabbing Ilya’s soft cock.

Or, Ilya gets too drunk at the 2016 MLH awards to fuck. They improvise. Also featuring Loverboy Yearnmaster 3000 Ilya Rozanov.

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"the unbearable intimacy of using your situationship of 8 years' first name"

rated: e

word count: 26k

status: private (log in to read)

Hollander had made one attempt to give back his clothes a year or so ago but Ilya had brushed him off with an excuse he couldn't remember now. Hollander hadn't asked again. And Ilya liked seeing Hollander in his clothes- or well, he didn't usually see them on Hollander, but knowing that he had them was enough. Ilya didn't have an explanation why he liked it so much. He tended not to think about it too much.

- or: 5 times they wear something of each other secretly and one time they take it off

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