21 – 28 of 28 Works in Bad Parent Grigori Rozanov
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Alexei's world tilts on his axis on a regular Thursday, when he finds two police cars and an ambulance parked in front of their driveway.
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Alexei Rozanov and the ordeal of growing up too fast.- Part 1 of Rivers and Roads
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 72,750
- Chapters:
- 7/7
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #75433096
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Irina Rozanova is alive. She's beautiful, funny and so sad.
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The events of Heated Rivalry if Irina was alive.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,778
- Chapters:
- 2/?
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #78435731
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Ilya is wary of Shane’s dad, having a bad track record with fathers. David gives him some much needed reassurance. They hug it out.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,661
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77705121
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Ilya knew sadness could kill, and it could do it quietly like it took his mother. So he stayed charming, desirable, and useful. He never asked for reassurance, didn’t get needy. He would never admit he needed Shane. Right?
- Part 3 of Amiera's Hollanov
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,586
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77567096
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He’s a perfectionist and he will perfect the art of being Shane’s Dom.
- Part 2 of Heated Rivalry One-shots
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,871
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77366271
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Shane gets in the car and slams the door shut. “What was that?” his dad asks, voice slightly worried. “Nothing,” Shane says unconvincingly, looking down at his hands, tearing at the skin around his fingernails. “Didn’t look like nothing, bud. It’s unlike you not to say bye to your friend like that. Or slam the door.” “Ilya Rozanov is not my friend, Dad.” *** Shane Hollander thinks he's ready for 8th grade. For the most part, he is. Enter: Ilya Rozanov. Shane is not ready for the way his life is about to change.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 18,926
- Chapters:
- 3/3
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76929901
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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.
- Part 3 of cjo + hr
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 22,370
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 4 versions
- AO3:
- #75819761
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Shane Hollander was a man defined by rigor. By structure. By the elegant logic of a system mastered through sheer, unyielding effort. He spoke seven languages, not because they came naturally—though French and English had been a delightful exception—but because he pursued fluency like a grand, intellectual hunt. He, however, was failing Russian 301, and the solution was an enforced, peer-led intervention. His required tutor was a junior who knew the language “by osmosis”, and who, Shane knew from the university bulletin and an unfortunate run-in near the campus gym, belonged to the most obnoxious caste on campus: the frat star athletes. Ilya fucking Rozanov.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 7,518
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #73631196
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