Allthatisnot

TW: Suicide

Crossing the Last Blue Line

Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid Rating: Explicit  Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply  Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Ilya and OC, Ilya Rozanov / OC (past)  Characters: Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander, OC - Character, Yuna Hollander, David Hollander, Hayden Pike, Svetlana Vetrova, Brandon Wiebe, Luca Haas, Zane Boodram, Evan Dykstra  Additional Tags: COVID-19 Lockdown, Mental Health Issues, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Anxiety, Depression, Reconciliation, Addiction, Break Up, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Heavy Angst, Established Relationship, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, COVID-19, 2020 NHL Playoffs Bubble, But in MLH setting., Suicide Attempt, Smut, POV Shane Hollander, POV Ilya Rozanov, Racism, Homophobia, Identity Crisis, Parent Ilya Rozanov, Post-Break Up, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, ASD traits coded. ADHD traits coded, COVID-19 Pandemic, Disordered Eating, Not Canon Compliant, (Because I haven’t read TLG), Liminal ethnicity, Liminal belonging (immigrant), Tags May Change, may contain, TLG Spoilers, Backwards Chronology  Summary: 

An accidentally sent text from Shane lands on Ilya’s phone two years after their breakup. What follows is the story of how they got there, chronicling the slow collapse of their relationship during the COVID Pandemic because sometimes love isn’t enough.

Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Ilya and OC, Ilya Rozanov / OC (past) Characters: Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander, OC - Character, Yuna Hollander, David Hollander, Hayden Pike, Svetlana Vetrova, Brandon Wiebe, Luca Haas, Zane Boodram, Evan Dykstra Additional Tags: COVID-19 Lockdown, Mental Health Issues, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Anxiety, Depression, Reconciliation, Addiction, Break Up, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Heavy Angst, Established Relationship, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, COVID-19, 2020 NHL Playoffs Bubble, But in MLH setting., Suicide Attempt, Smut, POV Shane Hollander, POV Ilya Rozanov, Racism, Homophobia, Identity Crisis, Parent Ilya Rozanov, Post-Break Up, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, ASD traits coded. ADHD traits coded, COVID-19 Pandemic, Disordered Eating, Not Canon Compliant, (Because I haven’t read TLG), Liminal ethnicity, Liminal belonging (immigrant), Tags May Change, may contain, TLG Spoilers, Backwards Chronology Summary:

An accidentally sent text from Shane lands on Ilya’s phone two years after their breakup. What follows is the story of how they got there, chronicling the slow collapse of their relationship during the COVID Pandemic because sometimes love isn’t enough.

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Dragonlance_Remix_2026

Remix works of some of my favourites from the collection above unveiled on 16th Corij for the twins' Day of the Life Gift:

Caramon’s Hot Girl Summer (1420 words) by The_Hourglass_Muse Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragonlance - Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Caramon Majere/Miranda, Caramon Majere & Raistlin Majere Characters: Caramon Majere, Raistlin Majere, Miranda (Dragonlance) Additional Tags: Voyeurism, Humor, Solace’s Gay Awakening, Female Caramon, Sibling Bonding, Lesbian Caramon, Gay Raistlin, Fade to Black Summary: With Caramon as a lesbian and Raistlin being openly gay, the twins are the homosexual awakening of nearly everyone in Solace. Alternative title: Caramon’s Milkshakes Bring the Girls to the Yard A Remix of Skull_bearer’s Sexcapades First Date (3454 words) by Skull_Bearer Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragonlance - Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dalamar/Raistlin Majere Characters: Raistlin Majere, Dalamar (Dragonlance), Ladonna (Dragonlance), Iolanthe (Dragonlance) Additional Tags: Crossdressing, Drag therapy, Angst, Identity Issues, Comfort, Gender Identity, Escapism, Dalamar's Many Issues, mental health, Fluff, Sweet, Domestic Fluff, Caretaking, Makeup, Dresses, new identities, Established Relationship, but still new, Raistlin being the stable one for a change Summary: Dalamar helps Raistlin with his transformation into Aurélin, and considers some changes of his own.

Other amazing works written for the twins on this day that are not part of the remix collection

Seventeen (1309 words) by The_Wyrm_Ouroboros Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragonlance - Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Caramon Majere & Raistlin Majere Characters: Caramon Majere, Raistlin Majere Additional Tags: Brotherhood, Birthdays, Missing Family Summary: Kitiara left Solace behind -- who knew for how long -- in late summer or early autumn, when the twins were sixteen. Now it is the seventeenth day of Corij -- June -- and even though it's their birthday, it's a Tuesday (Boreadai) and the twins have work … and what comes after.

The Roadside Footsteps of a Wartime Campaign (1000 words) by HermeticPrinciples Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragonlance - Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Caramon Majere & Raistlin Majere Characters: Caramon Majere, Raistlin Majere Additional Tags: Mid-Canon, Gap Filler, War of the Twins, Existential Angst, 10x100, Set Between Book 2 and Book 3, Majere Birthday Fic, POV Raistlin Majere, POV Caramon Majere, Drabble Sequence Summary: The Majere Brothers ponder the inevitability of their fates as they lead the Army of Fistandantilus to Thorbardin, and they certainly don't talk about it.

Unsent (1000 words) by erelis (AO3 registered users only. Every year, Caramon writes his brother a letter he can never send. Rating: General Audiences. Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings (I can't use the share feature on AO3 as this is a locked fic!)

I love all these fics! My own belated gift to the twins is inspired by and in conversation with Unsent

… but received (931 words) by Allthatisnot Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragonlance - Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Caramon Majere & Raistlin Majere Characters: Caramon Majere, Raistlin Majere Additional Tags: Inspired works. Spoilers for War of Souls and Summer Flame (maybe)., Grief/Mourning, Drabble, 9x100 Drabble Summary: Inspired by erelis heartrending fic for the twins' birthday, Unsent. This is in direct conversation with the fic. Please read that first! You don't have to read mine, but you need to read Unsent.   Perhaps Caramon never needed to send those letters.

Omg I love Raistlin so much! And no one dare say a bad word about Caramon!!!

And I DO have a birthday scene too! From Wreath of Roses, my Raistlin and Sturm coming of age fic. Overwritten, full of mistakes, and so bloody loved by me:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56623945/chapters/143926147

“Happy Day of the Life Gift, brother,” Sturm had wanted to embrace Raistlin, just like he did with Caramon, but for some inexplicable reason it was particularly awkward and strange to do so. He would have to stand again and walk around the table to Raistlin, so he probably should have done so before he took his seat. Sweat beaded on his forehead even though the hearth was not lit- not with that congealing heat of summer that smothered through the night as well. He felt like the crowd was closing in around him- the cacophony of voices, laughter, and sprightly music slapped his ears around.

As he overthought his actions and intentions, he hovered over the seat in an undecided stance before he finally extended his hand across the table towards Raistlin whose detached countenance turned into a most incredulous look for one brief moment. Then Raistlin threw him a half sneer, deftly brushing his slender fingertips against Sturm’s palm as he drawled, “Thank you, brother.”

Sturm had never felt more uncomfortable. Just two evenings past, Raistlin was animatedly regaling him with new tales he discovered of Magius and Huma from a dusty tome he discovered in his teacher’s study. And when he was not taken by those heroic accounts, he was admiring Sturm’s latest sketches as he rested his head on the side of Sturm’s shoulder, the scent of roses had wafted sweetly from his hair to Sturm's senses. They were close, like brothers, but Sturm shivered from a sudden chill between them, biting into his flesh and cutting into his bones, wondering where the frost hailed from, and fearing he knew the reason why.

“There’s free ale and food, courtesy of the town’s celebratory carouse… You have to come with me, I loathe the thought of having to accompany Caramon alone. He's bringing someone too..."

“I am afraid I am still going to give it a miss- you know how I am with crowds. Perchance I can swing by earlier and drop your gifts off.”

“You must come! I will die of rage just sitting there, watching Caramon peacocking like an idiot. But apparently, I have no choice and it makes him happy if I am part of it. Please? We can glare at people for the time it takes Caramon to finish three tankards of ale, and then we will sneak out to do whatever you want. You can say you did your part helping me be nice to my twin.”

“Fine. Three tankards. Caramon does drink fast. And we will do whatever you want after, it's your day.”

“Deal. We have the table when Solinari is visible. Don't be late.”

Sturm cleared his throat and took a huge swallow of the ale. Otik’s brew was potent and it burned as it travelled down his throat, “I have something for you both- here, Caramon, a hunting dagger I found at the market. I carved your initials into the hilt.”

“Ow! That’s sharp!” Caramon had taken the dagger from Sturm with bursting enthusiasm and unfortunately decided to tap his right index finger on the pointed tip. Sucking the bleeding finger, he hefted the dagger with his left hand and spoke sagely, “It’s very balanced. Thank you, my man!”

“You’re welcome,” Sturm replied gruffly, chancing a quick glance at Raistlin who was sipping his tea with downcast eyes.

The feel of the scroll case seared through rough fabric and into his skin where it touched the leg of his pants. He started to unclasp it from his belt but hesitated. Within the case was a sketch which he had been working on assiduously on for a couple of months, rejecting attempt after attempt because he did not deem them perfect enough.

Just a little while ago he had been excited to see Raistlin’s reaction to the final work. And now he was afraid- both of the work and the response.

“I might have left yours at home,” Sturm heard himself say.