Duddits



Recent works

Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark *

    Summary

    unconnected hollanov/heated rivalry fics all by the same author (it's me, i'm the author) // blanket permission for translations (posted on ao3/linked), podfics (posted on ao3/linked), art of any kind inspired by the fics in this collection! i would love to know about them though

    Words:
    179,007
    Works:
    9
    Bookmarks:
    2,749

    13 Mar 2026

  2. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Ilya doesn’t say anything. He keeps watching Shane from the doorway. When he speaks, his voice is quiet and he’s looking down at his bare feet. “You said you would stay,” he says. “That is what I remember.”

    In which Shane freaks out but doesn't leave in episode four.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    9,737
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    133
    Kudos:
    2,016
    Bookmarks:
    461
    Hits:
    9,731

    07 Mar 2026

  3. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Shane wakes up on Tuesday at 5:26 AM on game day in Boston, four minutes before his alarm goes off. Shane wants it to be Wednesday. But no matter what, Shane wakes up on Tuesday at 5:26 AM on game day in Boston, four minutes before his alarm goes off.

    ”Fuck,” he croaks. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

    Chapter 1: Shane wakes up on the same Tuesday over and over again after leaving Rozanov in a rush. Tuesday is his second least favourite day of the week, so he's not really happy about it.

    Chapter 2: Ilya notices Shane acts strangely. He just never remembers.

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    24,663
    Chapters:
    2/2
    Comments:
    699
    Kudos:
    3,286
    Bookmarks:
    979
    Hits:
    27,031

    05 Mar 2026

  4. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    “No,” he says, smiling gently, like he doesn't know how irritating he's being. “Is my room first, da? You should speak with front desk.”

    Hollander stares at him.

    And then he starts to laugh.

    You ask the front desk,” he shoots back, in between his odd wheezes. Ilya's heart starts to pound in double time, because this is not—this cannot be Shane Hollander playing bed chicken with him. Their competitiveness is fierce, to be certain, but surely, Hollander would be the bigger person, no? “This is my fucking room, Rozanov. Wild horses couldn't drag me away.”

    OR: Ilya's apartment is under construction. Shane's in town for a game. It'd be a shame if they somehow had the same hotel room.

    [or, or: we need some more goddamn 'there was only one bed' out here.]

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    19,326
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    322
    Kudos:
    6,962
    Bookmarks:
    2,089
    Hits:
    83,183

    05 Mar 2026

  5. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    “Ilya,” he breathes into Shane's open, slightly panting mouth. Shane jostles their position, pointing his thumb at his own chest in an exaggerated manner.

    “Shane,” he replies. Quietly, like it's a request, not a statement. Ilya's eyes gentle, and he kisses Shane's nose.

    “Shane.”

    Or: another "Shane stays post-tuna melt scene" fic.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    9,988
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    191
    Kudos:
    4,047
    Bookmarks:
    1,184
    Hits:
    22,880

    07 Feb 2026