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STATUS: COMPLETE (9/9)
RATING: E
LENGTH: ~50K
RELATIONSHIPS: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
OTHER CHARACTERS: Hayden Pike, JJ, Cliff Marlow(Marleau), Connors, Drapeau, Coach Wiebe, Yuna Hollander, David Hollander, Svetlana Vetrova
TAGS: Alternate Universe - 1980s, Cold War, Canada, Language Barrier, Ilya Rozanov is a Menace, Anxious Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov Needs A Hug, period/setting-typical homophobia and sexism, background Ilya/Women, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining While Fucking, Happy Ending
SUMMARY: Ilya Rozanov, rising star of the Soviet Union's infamous Red Army team shocked the world in 1989 when he suddenly defected to Canada to play for a mediocre MLH team.
Shane Hollander, underappreciated and deeply closeted third-liner on said team, was perhaps the most shocked of everyone. The cocky Russian phenom hadn't made the best impression on Shane during a brawl at World Juniors a couple years prior, but when a noticeably sullen Ilya arrived in their locker room, Shane couldn't help but reach out to him.
EXCERPT (ch4) :
There was a knock at Shane's door and he stretched the phone cord as far as it would go to answer it. Ilya stood in the doorway at first without coming inside. "Are you ready? The shop closes in two hours."
"You do not need two hours to pick out a movie."
"You know this for sure?"
"I know that if you take two hours to pick a movie I'm fucking leaving you there."
Ilya walked inside and Shane closed the door behind him. "Then I will drive us and hold my car keys very tight the whole time in store."
"I bet I could figure out how to hotwire your stupid car in less than two hours."
"Then let's go. The sooner we go, the more time you have to try."
"I'm on the phone!"
Ilya toed off his shoes and walked towards the living room. "Then why do you spend so much time arguing with me? Very rude, Shane."
"Oh my god, shut up..." Shane groaned as he lifted the phone back up to his ear. "No, mom. I was talking to Ilya... I don't actually know how to hotwire a car... Yes, the MLH pays me just fine. No, we were just--"
"Is that your mother?"
"Yes, I'm talking to my mom," Shane answered him with one hand covering the transmitter. "What? No!... Mom!... Why?"
"Can I talk to your mother?" Ilya asked him.
At the same time, Shane turned to him and said, "She wants to talk to-- What? No. You want to?"
"Of course! Where is other phone? Your bedroom?"
Shane's eyes went wide. "Take this one. You're not allowed in my bedroom." He handed off the living room phone to Ilya and darted off toward his bedroom.
"We share hotel rooms all the time! These are basically bedrooms. Same thing!" Ilya called after him.
"Not the same thing!" Shane called back to him.
Ilya grinned and put the phone to his ear. "Hello, Shane's mother. This is Ilya Rozanov."
Yuna's voice sounded cheerful on the other end of the line. "Ilya! It's so nice to finally meet you."
"It is nice to meet you too. You should come visit. Shane has wedding photo of you and your husband on bookshelf. You are both a beautiful couple. I know where Shane gets his good looks."
Shane picked up the other phone at that moment to the sound of his mom's flattered laughter. "What weird stuff are you saying to her?"
"It's a compliment, Shane. I am being charming."
"I regret teaching you that word."
"Do you hear this? The way your son speaks to me? I come all the way to Canada and he bullies me every day."
"Oh my god, stop. Okay mom, you've met Ilya now. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? Please hang up."
"Shane, don't be rude," Yuna scolded him. "Oh, honey! Pick up the other phone. I'm talking to Ilya Rozanov!"
"What? I'm already on the other--" Shane started to say when he was interrupted by another voice on the line.
"Hello!" Shane's dad greeted cheerfully.
"This is actually a nightmare..." Shane muttered as he took a few steps into his hallway, which was as far as the cord in his bedroom would allow. It was enough to lock eyes on Ilya. "Behave," he told him.
"So, Ilya! How are you liking Canada so far?" David asked.
"It is very nice. I ate bananas in wintertime."
"Oh?"
"We have been asking Shane about you for months," Yuna began. "We were both so excited when you joined the team. Did you know that the first hockey game Shane ever went to was the 1972 Summit Series game in Montréal?"
Ilya's face lit up. "Really? First game my mother ever brought me was game five in Moscow!"
"What? Really?" Shane looked over at him. "In 1972?"
"I don't remember it, but yes."
"That Kharlamov was just so talented! I know we were cheering for Canada, but he was incredible to watch."
"Tretiak, too. He was one hell of a goalie," David added.
"My dad used to be a goalie," Shane explained to Ilya. "Anyway, we should let you go. We're renting a movie tonight and the store closes in an hour and a half. It's apparently going to take him two hours to pick something because Ilya loves to inconvenience teenagers who make $4.70 per hour."
"What?! It's a lie! I am very nice to teenagers at the video store. I am sorry this is how you learn your son is a liar. You should come visit. If Shane does not let you, you can stay at my apartment. It is very big. I will sleep on couch."
"Oh my god!" Shane groaned and hung up the phone in his bedroom. He tackled Ilya to the couch and wrestled the phone from his hand. "Okay, goodbye mom, goodbye dad! You're always welcome to visit, just let me know. If not, I'll at least see you in the summer. Love you, bye!"
Ilya laughed as Shane clambered over him to hang up the phone. "So rude!"
"Fuck you." Shane laughed. "You're a menace!"
"You love it."
"I fucking don't," Shane insisted, but it wasn't fooling anybody. He pushed off and stood up from the couch. "Okay, are you ready to go? Or do you not want to rent a movie anymore?"
Ilya sprung to his feet. "No, I want. Let's go. I will be so quick, grab first movie I see."
Shane chuckled. "Please don't. Last time you tried picking a random movie you ended up with Friday the 13th and it scared the hell out of you."
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The Russian men’s rowing team are forced to share the winter training period with another national team looking to escape the cold— the Canadians. The team captains, Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander have a tense shared history. What happens when one of them discovers that their history goes deeper than either of them ever imagined?
Excerpt:
**HELP WITH ENGLISH**
Russian, looking to learn English, would like going to university in North America.
Am young, please be young only. No creeps.
A pen friend please. Looking for friend? Help? Can speak ok. Reading writing not very good. Patience!
any new pining fic recs since the last time? :3 i'm particularly weak for pining while fucking, mutual pining optional
Here are some fics to add to our #pining, #mutual pining, and #pining while fucking tags...
The Way We Left Things in Paris by LemonTart (E)
After the Bastille rescue, Aziraphale and Crowley abandon their lunch plans to indulge in some private time together. When a night of decadent pleasure abruptly ends in near disaster, Aziraphale flees Paris with a newly discovered secret.
Questioning his own behavior and the dangers of the Arrangement, Aziraphale finds refuge alone in his London bookshop — until Crowley arrives years later at his doorstep. Where does their relationship go from here?
Beautiful Mistakes by amtm1017 (E)
Everything was spinning, too hot, too intense. The whiskey still buzzed in Aziraphale’s veins, making him reckless. Their bodies moved together, hands grasping, legs tangling, mouths too preoccupied with kissing and gasping and biting to form actual words.
It felt dangerous, what they were doing.
It felt like something they could never come back from.
And neither of them stopped.
This was reckless. This was dangerous. They weren’t talking. They weren’t fixing things.
But right now, Aziraphale didn’t care.
He should have. He should have pulled back, should have said something to stop this, should have acknowledged the years they’d spent apart and the pain still lingering beneath the surface.
But Crowley’s hands were hot against his skin, his lips wet and bruising, his body all sharp angles and heat beneath him, and Aziraphale wanted.
OR
Aziraphale has made a few mistakes. The kind you wake up regretting. The kind you swear you won’t make again until you do. Over and over. Bad decisions, bad timing, and one very bad demon he can’t seem to stay away from.
The Ecstasy of Eden by cheeseplants, illustrious_slimeman (E)
What’s a bit of sex pollen between sworn enemies? Aziraphale and Crowley stumble awkwardly through their feelings over 6,000 years with the help of a flower known for its desirable effects.
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5 times they used sex pollen, and the one time they didn't Through the Ages fic.
Storm Clouds May Gather And Stars May Collide by EmoTEAz_13, sunkissed_berries (E)
France, 1900. One not-so-special night, Aziraphale finally dares to step over the threshold of the Moulin Rouge, Paris’s most debauched nightclub. Little does he know that Crowley has been working there as a courtesan for more than thirty years.
They haven’t seen each other since the holy water incident. Satan have mercy on their souls.
Or, my entry for the Good Omens Theatre reverse bang 2024, a Good Omens x Moulin Rouge crossover.
The Apple of My Eye (But the Garden of Eden Kind) by WaitingToBeBroken (E)
The Arrangement is simple. During the day, Aziraphale is Crowley's brilliant assistant, capable and smart, always able to anticipate his needs.
And, sometimes, also during the day, Crowley is allowed to touch him. Not how he is desperate to, aching for. But the only way Aziraphale will let him be close.
It's enough. It has to be.
The Edging Cut by whatareyou42 (E)
Hockey player and team captain Aziraphale Fell is in a bind, his team is one player short for the upcoming Hellfire Games. Could figure skater Anthony Crowley be the solution to his problem? Tasked with turning a figure skater into a hockey player in time for the competition, Aziraphale and Crowley may have taken on more than they can handle… on several levels.
| 666 | explicit | human au, professor au, enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits, rivals, D/s vibes, face fucking, denial, tenderness, oblivious pining |
Sequel to Akrasia: Aziraphale and Crowley meet exactly one week later in his office, as always. It goes as it always does.
Until it doesn't.
| excerpt |
Aziraphale has developed a Pavlovian response to the turning of his office doorknob.
Its whirring susurration is now a call to arms, a bugle blaring through veins. Assuming command over his blood and its priorities, demanding it pool between his legs.
shhhh-clickkk—
He watches Crowley lower to his knees after what hardly constitutes a greeting: surnames testily exchanged, eyes mingling for seconds made weighty with unspoken scorn.
Aziraphale is already hard, straining in his trousers.
Thoroughly conditioned.
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The Apple of My Eye (But the Garden of Eden Kind) (Rated E, 58K words, Complete)
The Mutual Pining while Fucking, Human AU is now finally and officially complete! If you are looking for Service Top!Crowley and Gentle Dom!Aziraphale, this is the one for you!
Summary:
The Arrangement is simple. During the day, Aziraphale is Crowley's brilliant assistant, capable and smart, always able to anticipate his needs.
And, sometimes, also during the day, Crowley is allowed to touch him. Not how he is desperate to, aching for. But the only way Aziraphale will let him be close.
It's enough. It has to be.
A little teaser from the last chapter under the cut, I tried to choose the least spoiler-y one🤭
Aziraphale opened his mouth. Crowley, always so indulgent, so kind, despite the front he was desperate to put in front of others. It made Aziraphale worry sometimes. How many of Crowley's desires were truly his own?
He was prepared to argue. Crowley far too precious, to let want guide Aziraphale's actions. He would have, except Crowley's next words made nothing but want seize his body.
"I would like nothing more than to have you, on top of me. Using me, however you desire."
Aziraphale whimpered, body pressing closer. The proof of just what he desired obvious, with the lack of a single stitch between them. And Crowley was grinning, that horribly tempting creature. He knew exactly what he was doing.
But that was the point, wasn't it? An Arrangement, far sweeter than the one they had initially crafted, built with the scraps of affection they had been too soft to conceal.
chapter 6 of the invisimech strip club au is up! it continues to drift further and further from the actual strip club, into terribly thorny and horny emotional distress. as one angst resolves, more show up i guess idk
