#stammiviktor

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your famous golden touch by Anonymous (E, 30.4k)

Current Kudos: 1,854

Tags: Canon Divergence – Major Character Injury, Shane pygmalions Ilya, testing the limits of compartmentalization, wildly exceeding the limits of compartmentalization

“Well, Rozanov can’t afford the rehab he needs to get back to the league,” Shane said. “So I’ll pay for it.” “And—” Ilya began. “And whatever else he needs to get by until he gets himself another contract,” Shane said. As Shane spoke, Ilya largely kept his eyes on the money manager. He’d never gotten to watch someone realize Shane was insane before. The reigning NHL MVP can't cover the costs of his recovery after getting in an off-season car wreck. Shane adds Ilya Rozanov to his investment portfolio.

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the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose by alchemystique (T, 9.5k)

Current Kudos: 3,944

Tags: Yuna POV, Show and book canon fusion, TLG spoilers

There hadn’t been a whole lot of tape, back then, not on a bunch of kids who were likely to get chewed up and spit out by the KHL, but Rozanov was a special case – his agent had clearly known his aim was for North American leagues, and there’d been a few tapes leaked here and there of the fourteen, fifteen, sixteen year old phenom who had more trick plays up his sleeve than Yuna, personally, thought was true hockey. The video of his spin on the Michigan had made the rounds in David’s McGill email chain, and Yuna had tipped her chin up and sworn up and down he’d be a one-trick pony who’d be flat on his ass the first time he tried that shit in the pros. Shane had downloaded the video to his desktop and studied the tape like he did old games of Scott Hunter. Yuna Hollander works through years of memories in attempt to discover when she should have known her son didn't trust her with all of himself.

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Next Time by pouringinsheets (E, 3.7k)

Current Kudos: 2,456

Tags: Alternate Universe – Vampire, Alternate Universe - Monster Hunters, Heated Rivalry era, Enemies to Lovers, Bloodplay, Getting Together, Shameless Smut, Vampire Ilya Rozanov, Monster Hunter Shane Hollander

Ilya Rozanov is 200 years old and Shane is pretty sure he's been the most annoying creature on the planet for at least 175 of them. He needs someone to challenge him, take him down a few pegs. Someone like Shane, the youngest solo monster hunter ever in his guild. But now that Shane has a pissed-off vampire pressing him against the wall, he's not sure this is a great plan -- because his body sure thinks it is.

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put your back into it by cmere (E, 3.2k)

Current Kudos: 715

Tags: Canon Compliant, Future Fic, Fluff and Smut, Soft Dom Ilya Rozanov, Domestic Husbands, Praise Kink, Inappropriate use of exercise equipment

"I have been thinking." Shane lifts his head off the pillow only as much as necessary to turn his face toward Ilya. Ilya continues to trace nonsensical lines and shapes on Shane's bare back, leaving a trail of tingles in his wake. “Hmm?" "I have been thinking. I think I will retire at end of season." Shane and Ilya are turning 40. Things are changing. Shane's not handling it well.

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The Last Boston Year by GlitterCity (T, 15k)

Current Kudos: 2,496

Tags: Fluff, Dumb Hockey Boys, Fluff Without Plot, Established Relationship

“So,” Shane said, after another minute. “Welcome to Montreal.” Ilya just started laughing, his body shaking against Shane’s. “Do not tell me you prepare for all your home games this way,” he said. “I shouldn’t have prepared for any home games this way,” Shane said, glancing at the clock by the bed. He should go, but he couldn’t make himself. There's a year between the ending and the epilogue of Heated Rivalry. This is it.

*(NB: This is a WIP that last updated in 2022 but it’s really good and definitely still worth a read!)

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I Could Love You 'Til All the Polaroids Fade by verbaepulchellae (E, 9.5k)

Current Kudos: 2,851

Tags: Porn with Plot, Topping from the Bottom, Canon Compliant, Domestic Fluff, Post-Book 6: TLG

“If I didn’t know better,” Ilya had drawled, mostly teasing, as Shane pressed adoring, apologetic kisses into his shoulder, after a hard night out a few months back. “I’d think you were embarrassed to be with me. A first for me. I will try not to let it wound my pride.” “You’re pride is fine,” Shane griped out of habit and then had nuzzled closer, held Ilya tighter because he hated that he could make Ilya feel that way. “I’m sorry. I know I do it. It’s hard for me after so long. I love you so much, it scares me shitless sometimes.” Shane's working on letting go of the control that's kept him and Ilya safe for the past ten years. The fact that he's Shane Hollander means that he's got a plan. The fact that he's with Ilya Rozanov means that plan involves fucking him stupid. And for once, Shane's kind of ready to be the one who drives Ilya out of his mind.

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winged cupid painted blind by attackofthezee (noxlunate) (E, 11.6k)

Current Kudos: 3,603

Tags: Valentine's Day, Dom/Sub Undertones, they have never heard of a safeword in their lives though, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship

"So, an inside date?" "Yes. I googled." "You googled?" Shane sounds skeptical, even though Ilya knows that Shane knows how much Ilya loves a good google search. "Yes. I searched 'HELP how to plan romantic Valentine's Day with secret arch rival hockey player boyfriend when we can't leave his home and also he is very boring.'" "You did not." "Okay," Ilya admits, kissing the curve of Shane's shoulder, "That was not my exact search." Or: Valentine's Day 2018, in an apartment somewhere in Montreal.

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erode all my edges by SUPERTUNAMELT (spraycansoul) (T, 10.4k)

Current Kudos: 844

Tags: Established Relationship, Canon Compliant, Character Study, Domestic Fluff, Ottawa Centaurs Team, Autistic Shane Hollander

Shane Hollander is one of the best hockey players in the world. He has laser focus, incredible coordination, and arguably the softest hands in the league. He's hardworking and passionate and precise, and will not stop at anything until he's happy with his results. He's going to completely ace this pottery class. OR: Shane vs. his idea of perfection, crammed not-so-neatly into one 3-hour session

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the line by stammiviktor (E, 13k)

Current Kudos: 3,180

Tags: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov/Svetlana Vetrova, Post-Book 6: TLG, Platonic Intimacy, Threesome (Depends on your definition of 'threesome'), Dom/sub, Exhibitionism, Ottawa Centaurs Team

“He’s never given me any details about your sex life. But he did tell me once that you’d brought out a side of him that he doesn’t share with anyone else,” Svetlana said. “And that I’d never seen him like that before.” “Oh.” Shane caressed the side of Ilya’s throat. He pressed his fingers against the warmth and remembered last night, how the world had both quieted and stretched around them. It made him feel brave. “Would you like to?” OR: Shane breaks his threesome rule. Kind of.

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the first in line by WeeBeastie (E, 3.9k)

Current Kudos: 1,332

Tags: Canon Compliant, Established Relationship, Humor, Shane Hollander & Hayden Pike Friendship, Sappy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut

The next day at practice, he was sure everyone could tell. He felt wobbly on his skates, unsteady like he hadn’t been in years. Not since early childhood.  “You good?” Hayden asked when they sat down together for a water break. “You seem off.” Shane hoped he hadn’t noticed him wincing. “Yeah, my uh, my back kinda hurts.” It wasn’t entirely a lie: his lower back did feel tight, in addition to everything else. “I think I just slept weird or something. I’ll be fine.”  “Go see Dr. Whitaker if you still feel bad tomorrow. Gotta be in good shape by game time, right?” Hayden asked, patting his shoulder affectionately. He looked worried, which made Shane feel fleetingly guilty.  “If I do, I’ll go see him, but I’m sure I’ll be fine. I am fine. Promise,” he said, then leaned over so they could knock their helmets together like always. For friendship, for good luck.  “Okay,” Hayden said, sounding unconvinced. He played well the next day - better than usual, even. He could feel the lingering ache of Ilya inside him for the entire game. Or: a series of ways and times Ilya left a lasting impression on Shane.

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time in a bottle by sheisraging (E, 8.2k)

Current Kudos: 1,373

Tags: Post-Episode: s01e06 The Cottage (Heated Rivalry), Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Humor, Slice of Life

Picking up where The Cottage (ep 1.06) left off and spanning the rest of Ilya's stay.

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a clear view by guarddog (theslymoon) (E, 10.4k)

Current Kudos: 2,466

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mpreg (Male Pregnancy), Abortion, Shanebortion, Scenting, Getting Together, Knotting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites

Shane made a decision a long time ago: he wants hockey, needs it, and he wants it for as long as he can get it. He's going to play till he can’t anymore, and he’s going to do all the right things so no one can ever argue otherwise. But also: he knows his body well, and he’s worried about an emerging pattern. Or: the Shane abortion fic

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я люблю тебя еще больше by windoq (E, 17.3k)

Current Kudos: 2,249

Tags: Post-Episode: s01e06 The Cottage (Heated Rivalry), Pre-Book 6: TLG, Established Relationship, NHL All-Star Weekend, Musings on Masculinity, Homophobia, part of a series but stands alone

Just a short lil ficlet <3

rating: T words: 856 relationship: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov characters: Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri, Phichit Chulanont additional tags: Developing Relationship, Ficlet, Canon Compliant, Summer of mutual pining, Touch Starved Victor Nikiforov summary: “Please, Yuuri.”

fic rec! 4K post-canon ineffable husbands

Summary:  Crowley has a lifetime’s worth of unresolved issues, a fight with Aziraphale, and a close Encounter of the Divine kind. All in all, the move-in process could have gone smoother.

Viktor leans forward, his forehead pressed flush up against the skin of Yuuri’s stomach. It’s heady and heavy, the citrus scent on his skin and the radiating heat. Viktor’s neck bows, his shoulders curling forward and he slides downward, slowly, until his forehead comes to rest at the hollow of Yuuri’s hipbone.

The towel, heavy with water and half-heartedly tied, slips from Yuuri’s waist and falls to the floor. Yuuri lets it. Viktor closes his eyes, brings his hands up to curl around the backs of Yuuri’s thighs like anchors. He breathes, deeply, his shaky exhale blooming against the curve of Yuuri’s hip.

“Vitya,” Yuuri whispers yet again, and there are fingers in his hair, cupping the back of his head.

“Please,” Viktor breathes, and it means nothing. It means everything. 

Yuuri’s hands are on Viktor’s now where they clutch at Yuuri’s sides; his fingers wrap circles around Viktor’s wrists and coax gently upward, upward, above Viktor’s bowed head to the toned skin at Yuuri’s stomach. There they meet, Viktor’s hands joined—held, cradled—up together in supplication for something he hadn’t realized he needed but— 

Yuuri knows. Yuuri always knows. He coaxes Viktor, hands gentle and firm and joined between them, up off of the bed. Viktor stands, unfurling into his full height, and allows himself to look down into Yuuri’s eyes. It’s very nearly overwhelming, for a moment—the intensity, the determination, the careful caring love that lives there. It could knock him off his feet. 

“Let me take care of you, Vitya?”

FIC: the soft animal of your body

stammiviktor | Writer

Hi everyone, I'm Allison! I'm super excited to be contributing to this project, which features so many amazing creators and raises money for a great cause. I love writing for Yuuri and Viktor because their love for one another comes so easily that it basically writes itself. I love trying to capture the depth of their relationship, especially as they each get to know one other, and who they are as a pair. That's my goal for my Rope Burn piece and I'm really excited to share it with all of you! 

[This is for this ask meme. If you want DVD-style commentary on a section of one of my fics, send me a section!]

YOU’RE RIGHT THIS IS A LOT OF WORDS ALLISON

luckily I love you

I’m going to take this in a couple sections, I think, so to start with:

from go forward slowly:

When he opens the door, Viktor stands there in the hallway. He wears a t-shirt and dark jeans, well-fitted. He thinks Viktor must have once dressed like Yura, in the casual teenage blur of horrible trends, but he can’t conjure an image. He is not sure when Viktor learned to clothe himself with such composure. It is certainly not Yakov who taught him.

Viktor has been putting pins in his hair at the rink, Yakov realizes, because he has taken them out now and the strands hang loose around his face. His bangs fall in his eyes; the longest ends curve around his chin. Yakov has never seen his hair like this, an in-between length. Viktor’s hair was already to his elbows when Yakov first met him, and when he’d cut it he’d chopped it all off at once and never looked back.

Like this, Yakov thinks with a start, he looks a bit like Yura. There is nothing of Yura in the serene unreadability of his expression, though. Whatever had cracked open and spilled out earlier is gone now, back underneath the surface.

There are moments where Yakov thinks he might see a flash of it, a dark shape under the water, and then he blinks and it vanishes.

“We should talk,” Viktor says steadily, not breaking eye contact.

“Yes,” Yakov says, and swings open the door to let him in.

I think I’m going to start with Viktor here, because in some ways his emotions are a lot more straightforward than Yakov’s: this is a lot of bravery. Viktor tends to prevaricate, to smile and pretend everything’s fine. We see that when he’s upset, when he’s angry, when he’s both, and actually showing his emotions at the rink just before this was a lapse in composure. So it’s very much a show of courage for him to come here and face this rather than pretending it never happened.

A lot of what Yakov’s seeing in Viktor, in the doorway here, is looking for that lapse in composure. He’s known Viktor for a long time, and believes that he sees through Viktor’s armor better than most, so to have realized something he’s been missing for years is making him reevaluate. He’s thinking about how Viktor dresses, about when he started doing that, about when Yakov stopped being able to see through his mask.

And then there is the one thing that has legitimately changed recently: Viktor’s been letting his hair grow out again, and something feels transitional about it. But what Yakov’s learning here is that what is changing about Viktor is not the damage he’s suffered, it’s his willingness to let people know and trust that they will love him anyway. Which brings us into the next section:

It is not the same apartment where Yakov once half-raised Viktor. Both he and Lilia had moved after the divorce, and this uneasy arrangement back together is only an odd echo of what was once their home. Viktor, Yakov realizes with a start, has no childhood homes to return to—his own parents never married, his mother and stepmother divorced and moved away, and then Yakov and Lilia had done no better.

Yakov has been inside Viktor’s apartment before. It was tasteful and clean and oddly empty. Perhaps it now looks different. At the very least, it is now home to two people instead of one. Yakov lived in an apartment on his own after he retired and it was an ugly thing, a bachelor’s apartment, haphazard and full of the useless trappings of his former life. Then he had married Lilia and they had begun to fill it with things and it had felt like a home, somehow. He never pinned down exactly what had made it change.

Before Yakov can think of a way to begin the conversation, Viktor does it, almost as soon as the door is shut behind him. “I don’t know why Yura wanted so badly to tell you,” Viktor says, crossing his arms. He stands there in the entry for a moment in that position and then begins to pace. “It was truly a long time ago.”

Yakov watches him. “Sit down.”

Viktor stops in his tracks, as though he’s only just realized that he’s pacing back and forth. He sits on the couch and Yakov sits as well, a careful distance apart. Viktor is fidgety, his hands going up to play with his hair. He used to chew on the ends, Yakov remembers in a flash. Lilia had once offhandedly threatened to cut it if he didn’t stop that right now, and Viktor had physically frozen for a moment as he tried to judge whether she meant it. Then he’d laughed and waved it off.

But Yakov can’t quite remember if he ever caught him chewing his hair again.

This whole section is in some way about having a place to go back to, and people to fall back on. For a long time, Viktor hasn’t. Unlike Yuuri, Viktor has no way to return home, and part of standing in this apartment means, for Viktor, looking at the way Yakov and Lilia’s relationship fell apart, looking at all the places and relationships he should have trusted but simply no longer exist.

Yakov is thinking about this more than Viktor in this moment–Viktor is very preoccupied with what to say and how to say it and whether it’s possible to downplay this (it was a long time ago) and it’s Yakov who is seeing this in stereo. Yakov is starting to realize that Viktor has spent a long time loving people and still not trusting that they won’t hurt him.

But Viktor has decided to come here and have this conversation, and Yakov is hoping that maybe this means that maybe Viktor has built a home for himself in spite of everything.

“It was a long time ago,” Viktor repeats, but something about the way he says it makes it seem like it wasn’t really, in the same sense that the couch is still new, will still be new half a decade on. Some things never become familiar. “That was a lie, though. I do know why Yura wanted to tell you. He was—he trusts you.”

“Does he,” Yakov says.

“Yes,” Viktor says. “I think he and I—well, we are alike in some ways, so maybe we understand each other a little. But he thinks you will do what is best for him. So I think it felt counterfactual to that, when I told him that you did not know.”

Yakov thinks quite a bit in this story about how Viktor and Yura are alike and different, and here is a way they are alike: they both have difficulty trusting people. Viktor was, for obvious reasons, angry at Yuri, but ultimately he understands him: they both have relied on Yakov as a coach and as a father figure, and Yuri has decided to trust Yakov and Viktor has decided to not. 

And this is shattering to Yuri’s worldview, this idea that he could be wrong about who to trust. This isn’t about being right for the sake of being right, which Viktor would find unforgivable here. This is about being right for the sake of self-preservation, about building a support system and then doubting that you can rely on it.

Sitting there on Yuuri’s bed, his head held in Yuuri’s palm and Yuuri’s words echoing through his ears, Viktor feels utterly transparent, as if his skin were made of parchment and his swelling, throbbing heart on display for all to see. It’s good though, somehow, because he feels seen—not just as the man he is now, but every iteration of himself, every Viktor Nikiforov that existed from now back to the moment he stepped into the spotlight as a teenager. The fifteen year old child, the twenty year old boy, the twenty five year old man, the Viktor he is now and every version in between—in that moment they are all understood and loved in a way Viktor never could have imagined.

Yuri!!! On Ice

Pairing: Victor/Yuuri

Author: stammiviktor

Genre:  Romance, Fluff, Canon universe, Hurt/Comfort, Family

Rating: PG

Oneshot

Summary: After decades of wandering, Viktor finds a home in the Katsuki family.