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My 2 AU WIPs
Love, Shane
Under the Tuscan Sun
Shane’s Solnyshko
Shane Hollander was 4 years old when he started to be fascinated with the sunshine in his kindergarten class. He learned all about the sunshine then: that it warms the earth giving heat to animals, plants and people including little Shane. That the sunshine makes everyone cheerful, and during long winter days when there are only a few hours of sunshine, everyone is lonely and sad. When they had a school play, Shane was cast as the sun and it was the happiest day of his pre-school life.
Growing up, Shane would always seek out the sunshine not only for warmth but because it always makes him feel relaxed and happy. He was happiest when he started to learn how to skate outdoors with the sunshine on his face and the ice on his feet. It felt like home to him. When he started playing hockey in arenas, he missed having the sunshine warming him up. He ignored it as he focused on harnessing his skills.
But that all changed when Shane met Ilya Rozanov. Though the Russian was not known to be friendly, he was warm towards Shane. Not at first mind you, he practically ignored him when Shane told him he couldn’t smoke in that particular place. Maybe he got pissed for being told off. Or maybe he really considered Shane as his arch enemy. But there was something in the way Ilya looked at him that didn’t make Shane feel… hated. Just awkward at best, Shane believed that he was really an awkward person. When Team Canada lost to Team Russia, it was a pierce to his heart, but he looked forward to playing with Ilya again.
Being the 2nd pick at the Draft was another blow to Shane. And who was picked the first? Who else but Ilya Rozanov. Shane was frustrated but when he saw Ilya arrive at the gym while he was working out, Shane felt warm all over. Maybe he was biking really hard? But his heart felt lighter even when it was beating so fast from… exertion, was it? When they collapsed on the gym floor, and spent a few minutes together, Shane was warm all over and happy, and was… hard?
Then the CCM commercial came which was not a total surprise for Shane because everyone was talking about him even when he hadn't even started playing yet. Generational player, they said. Barely out of his teens. It didn’t surprise him when Ilya was also in the commercial. They were the top picks and their teams were long known to be rivals. They were even described as rivals to each other. What surprised Shane was the way Ilya smiled and laughed during the faux face off. It was so carefree and… warm… like a ray of sunshine.
Then the knock came in his room at 1410 and Shane realized he really never knew the meaning of warmth and tenderness till then. He seeked out, nay, he chased Ilya's warm hands, mouth and body. Even Ilya’s cöckk was perfect. He never had a dïckk in his mouth before but everything just felt right.
The following years, Shane would deny it to himself and to death that he was seeking, craving Ilya’s warmth. How could he when they were both at the top of their careers and everyone was homophobic. On ice, they have perfected the art of war, but behind closed doors, they gravitated towards each other, fitting perfectly in each other's arms (and legs).
When Ilya asked him to stay in his apartment in Boston, Shane panicked but he couldn’t resist especially when Ilya smiled softly at him. It was like a ray of sunshine. When Ilya prepared tuna melt with ginger ale, when they were chatting on the couch, when they were frotting, Shane felt like he was orbiting around the sun. But like a moth to a flame, Shane panicked and got burnt. When he left Ilya on the couch, Shane felt his world turn dark.
Shadows… Shane felt them everywhere when he cut off all communication with and stopped seeing Ilya. Shadows were lurking everywhere making Shane feel cold all over. Even Rose, who was brilliant, funny, kind and beautiful, couldn't banish those shadows away.
When Shane saw Ilya at the bar in Tampa, all the shadows disappeared. He was with his sunshine again and he was on a mission to never lose him. The All Stars Game with he and Ilya on the same team was beautiful… hockey and the sunshine always soothed Shane. When they talked in Room 1217, they cried together but Shane never felt any cold.
When Shane was injured and Ilya visited him, he was sure that he would get better immediately. Why? Because his sunshine was healing him as they held each other’s hand. While Shane watched the playoffs between Boston and New York, Shane could feel shadows lurking but he never let them take over his heart and soul because he knew his sunshine would come through.
And when Shane picked up Ilya at the airport and they stayed at the cottage? He was basked in the glory of his sunshine. He knew, he knew, before saying “I like you,” “Ya tebya lublyu” and “I love you,” that his Ilya, Boston Raiders’ Captain, his Russian with soft, golden curls, blue eyes, the warmest smile with a big, strong heart, the love of his life was his sunshine… his SOLNYSHKO.
The Crash Out
“Hey,” Shane softly said on the phone as soon as Ilya picked up his call. Well, more of like as soon as Ilya continuously coughed on the phone when he answered it. “Still sick, baby?” he cooed.
“Da,” Ilya replied miserably.
“I’m on my way home, dorogoy (sweetheart). I’m already in the car. I’ll see you. I’ll take care of you.”
“Oke, husband,” Ilya managed to say in between incessant coughing.
Shane sighed as he ended the call with his husband. He had already removed his jacket and unbuttoned his silk shirt. He was itching to remove all his clothes.
The night had been lovely. Shane went with his best friend, Rose, at the premier of her movie. It was a huge success with many praising Rose for her performance at the film adaptation of Wuthering Heights. It was her first film without being kidnapped.
The night was close to perfection if only his husband was not at home, sick and miserable. Ilya was supposed to go to the premiere, too, but alas, he got sick early in the morning. Shane was looking forward to their matching brown evening suits. Ilya was supposed to wear one without any shirt inside and Shane was looking forward to drooling at his gorgeous husband. Shane almost didn’t go - Ilya caught a flu and he was very weak. Shane wanted to take care of his husband who turns into a manchild whenever he is sick. Ilya encouraged him to go in support of THEIR best friend, Rose.
It was close to 3am when the chauffeured limousine which Rose ordered for him, pulled on their driveway. Shane was exhausted but was still looking forward to attending to his sick husband. Said husband was texting him while he was getting ready for the premier in his hotel room and during the red carpet alternating between lusting after Shane in his solo pictures and getting jealous in his photos with Rose while Shane was vacillating from amusement to irritation. While the film was showing, Ilya stopped texting when Shane told him he wouldn’t be able to reply. As soon as the movie lights turned on, he fired a quick message to his husband to check on him. Ilya’s replies had been slower and were just very short. Shane knew that Ilya’s fever must have reached its peak. Rose sent him off home when she noticed Shane was anxiously checking his phone.
“Ilya, I’m home,” Shane called out as he removed his shoes in their doorway. He didn’t expect any reply so he proceeded to his room. “Ilya, sweetheart?” he said softly as he opened their bedroom door.
“Shane?” Ilya replied hoarsely with a cough.
“I’m here now, baby. I will take care of you now,” Shane said. He felt so guilty for leaving his husband sick at home.
“Lights on please, I want to see my handsome husband.” Shane smiled softly as he turned on the bedside lamp.
“Hi,” Shane said. He noticed Ilya looking flushed so he placed his hand on his husband’s forehead. “Ilya, you are burning hot!”
“Da, I know I am hot,” Ilya replied teasingly while coughing.
“Did you take your medicines?” Shane picked up the bottle of pills on the bedside table. He only placed three tablets there before he left. The same amount of tablets still remained in the bottle.
“Nyet. I forgot. I just want to sleep, husband.”
“Okay, okay.” Shane got up to remove his silk shirt when Ilya stopped him.
“No!” Cough. “I want to see,” cough, “my handsome,” cough, “husband,” cough.
“Ilya,” Shane said.
“Please, baby,” Ilya tried to pout but ended up coughing again.
“Okay, I will still wear it. Let me take your temperature, give you a sponge bath, drink tea and take some broth please so you can drink your medicine.”
“I like it when you are bossy, Hollander- Rozanov.”
“I like it when you beg, Hollander- Rozanov,” Shane replied laughing but Ilya just ended up coughing again. That spurred Shane to action. He took his husband’s temperature, 38.8C (101.84F)! He filled a basin with lukewarm water and dropped a hand towel there so he could wipe down his husband’s burning body. He grabbed a dry towel to pat Ilya dry. He made Ilya drink ginger tea with honey and turmeric while he wiped his body down.
“Rose sent me videos while you were in your hotel,” Ilya said as he grabbed his phone. “I liked the one where they told you to think of me and you give them your sweetest smile, moy lyubov.” Ilya looked at him fondly as he played the video and Shane visibly flinched at the noise. Ilya turned it off immediately. “You good, sweetheart?”
“Yea, yea. I just missed you so much,” Shane started kissing Ilya’s knuckles when he finished administering the sponge bath and felt his exhaustion envelope him.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. You are home now, safe with me,” Ilya cleared his throat as he finished his tea. Shane nodded and rushed to their kitchen to reheat the soup he had prepared earlier before he left for the premier. Shane spoon fed Ilya the soup and when he had finished it, the medicine was given.
“Rest now, you should feel a little bit better in a few hours. I’ll take a shower.” Ilya quickly dozed off as soon as he heard the shower running. He woke up when he felt Shane still fussing over him.
“Shane, why are you wearing all those?” Ilya pointed out Shane’s blue hoodie, sweatpants and white socks. He wears those when he needs to recharge after being overwhelmed. “I will be your weighted blanket tonight.”
“No, Ilya, you are sick. I want you to rest first before anything else, ok?” Shane said. He was starting to crash, his voice was getting softer and he was losing his focus. “I have to -,” Shane started but didn’t finish as he walked out of the room.
“Moy kotyonok,” Ilya called out but sleep hit him like a truck.
Ilya woke up feeling much better. He didn’t feel so hot anymore (but he is still very hot, thank you very much) and he didn’t wake up coughing. He didn’t know how long he was asleep. He turned over to Shane’s side and found it empty. He stood up gingerly and he didn’t move right away when the floor started to sway. He took deep steady breaths to stop the floor from moving. He needed to find his Shane.
Ilya walked towards their darkened living room and sure enough, he saw Shane’s outline on their sofa. He was sitting ramrod straight, his hands on his lap and his hood pulled on his head. Ilya was sure he wasn’t asleep but just staring off into space. He slowly sat on the couch a few inches apart from Shane.
“Shane,” Ilya started softly. His husband didn’t move. He tried again a little bit louder this time, still no movement. “Shane!” Ilya said louder. He saw Shane’s body jerk and he knew that his husband’s eyes were blinking fast to focus.
“Ilya?” Shane said as he turned to Ilya. “What are you doing here? You should be resting!”
“Sweetheart, I feel better now. I didn’t wake up coughing and I don’t feel so hot anymore.”
“But you could have a relapse!” Shane exclaimed.
“Sweetheart, love of my life, we both need each other now. Let me help you recharge, and I always sleep better when you are in my arms,” Ilya pleaded passionately, showing off his sad kitten look which he surely learned from the best.
“Okay,” Shane finally agreed.
“Oke, where do you want to rest? Here or in our room?”
“Our bedroom,” Shane replied quickly. They got up, both unsteady on their feet so they held each other’s hands tightly to help support each other. When they reached their room, Ilya turned to his husband.
“Up,” he instructed as he held the hem of Shane's hoodie. His husband lifted his arms and Ilya undressed him. Then he held on the garter of Shane’s sweatpants and dragged them as he got on his knees. He tapped Shane’s foot to lift it so he could pull off his sweatpants. “Would you like your socks to stay?” Ilya asked, looking up to his husband while still on his knees.
“Off,” Shane replied so Ilya removed them and he did the same with the other foot. He got up and folded Shane’s clothes neatly on their bedroom chair. He took Shane’s hand again and led him to the side of his bed. He pulled the comforter back and urged Shane to get on the bed. As soon as Shane was lying down, Ilya turned off the lamp from their bedside and settled himself in between Shane’s thighs and lay on top of his husband. Both were stripped down to their boxers only and were skin to skin. Shane wrapped his arm around Ilya and inhaled his scent. Ilya’s scent was a little bit different because he was sick, but Shane loved it just the same. Ilya rested his face on Shane’s neck and they both started to relax, felt at peace, and started healing.
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Fic rec: The Art of Spoiling Ilya Rozanov
By CorCordium11
Get to that lil boy from Moscow who Shane is loving and healing…
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Ilya is so lucky that Shane proposed. Ilya would have been a nervous fucking wreck for the entire day beforehand. Wake up in the morning. Look in the mirror. Today's the day. Sob. Breathe. Okay I'm good! Turn around and Shane's hair is all in his face, still asleep on Ilya's pillow. I am NOT good. Cold shower. Breakfast that Ilya does not eat. Morning jog wherein Ilya runs like someone is chasing him. Lunch that Ilya does not eat. Drive out to the cottage. Make Shane pull over because Ilya needs to dry heave on the side of the road. "Baby we don't have to drive out today if you're not feeling well." "NO WE HAVE TO." Get to the cottage. Immediately send Shane on some kind of extended fool's errand. Shane wants to stay because Ilya is SHAKING and he is so worried. "No my love I'm fine it's just the breeze off the lake haha." It's thirty fuckig degrees Celsius. Shane finally gtfo's. Yuna, David, Rose FUCKING Landry all descend to help Ilya set up. Well. Ilya is supposed to be helping but he is standing on the deck fully dissociating. Yuna brings him tea. "Are you going to throw up the tea?" "Yes probably." Yuna takes away the tea. 800 electronic tea lights on the deck. In a parallel Ilya has no way of understanding, he both puts on and takes off a suit. Yuna fixes his curls into the hockey boy quasi-mullet that magnetizes Shane's fingers to Ilya's hair and says, "Oh, you're so handsome!" Ilya cries big fat tears. David tells a story about how his proposal to Yuna almost didn't happen because David went to the hospital for heart palpitations that morning. Thank You David That Does Not Help Even Remotely. Ilya slav squats on the lawn for twenty minutes. Shane's car pulls up in the driveway and everyone hides while Ilya vibrates in the entryway. Shane has no less than thirty grocery bags hanging from his arms, still complaining about why the grocery service cancelled their delivery last minute. Ilya leads Shane and all thirty of his grocery bags onto the deck. Shane is doing his favorite thing (bitching) and his second favorite thing (Follow Ilya) so he doesn't notice his own mother tiptoing behind him collecting the grocery bags he drops like breadcrumbs. There is an Oscar-winning actress hiding under his sofa and Shane does not notice because Ilya takes him on the deck and drops to his knees and Shane is like, "Haha, right now?" and then he sees that Ilya has a look on his face like he's just been told the sun is never coming up again and he has his hands on Shane's knees and he is saying, "Shane. Please?" and Shane puts his hands on his head and says "Oh my God baby what's happening to you" as Ilya melts and melts and then from the depths of the cottage someone who sounds a lot like Shane's very own father is whispering "The ring the ring" and when he looks back down Ilya is fumbling a ring box out of his pocket. The first picture of their proposal is Shane glaring into the middle distance with a hand cradling Ilya's curls like a baby while Ilya ugly sobs into his knee.
“Daddy,” Dave said as Ilya was putting him on his car seat. “Who is Shane?”
Ilya, Shane and Yurina all smiled while they looked at Dave. Ilya was securing Yurina in her own car seat at the other side of the car.
“That’s me, Dave,” Shane said, bopping his son on the nose. “That’s my name.”
“What?” Dave asked with his eyebrows furrowed. “Why Papa call you moyy loobeemeee?”
“He calls me that because he loves me. But my name is Shane. That’s what Grammy and Grampy call me.” His son was quiet as he let the explanation sink in.
“That’s right, kotyonok. I call your Daddy moy lyubimyy because I love him,” Ilya added. “Ever since we were 17 years old, and I will love him forever.”
“Forever, Papa?” Yurina asked him.
“Yes, solnsyhko,” Ilya replied, booping her nose too. “Your Daddy is the love of my life. You and Dave are also the loves of my life. You and your beautiful freckles.” Both his children giggled.
The children fell asleep in their car seats on the drive home. Shane held Ilya’s hand on top of his thigh as they made their way to their freckled forever.
Fic by me:
What’s in a Freckled Name (Moy lyubimyy)
Good night, Ilya
Ilya had never known a good sleep ever since he was 12 years old. After that fateful day when he found his mother, pale and lifeless in the house he grew up in, his life became cold and miserable. He couldn’t sleep as the ache reached his bones, numbed his mind and pierced his heart.
When he flew to the United States of America when he was 17 to play hockey for the Prospect Cup and later on for the NHL, it was pure adrenaline which kept him awake at night. He was in an entirely different continent, in a country which was not completely friendly with his own. He played a rough sport with knives over their heads and slamming people into boards was a given. He frequented clubs, drank a lot and partied all night after their tiring games. He spent the night with different women, pleasuring them with orgasms, making them scream their hearts out, always leaving when it was all over.
It was not until Ilya spent more time with a brown-eyed boy with good looking freckles, soft smile and the kindest soul did Ilya crave to sleep. Not the quick naps he took before games, or the light sleep he had in his apartment. He wanted to rest, to relax, to mourn for the mother he had lost, to feel awful after a loss, to be vulnerable when his family demanded for money, to yearn for a love he thought he could never have. He wanted to unmask - safely and not risk his heart to be trampled over. In Shane’s arms, he could just be himself, let go and finally have a good night's sleep. His days were still filled with hockey, but his nights were filled with quiet moans, tender kisses and murmured words; staying wrapped in each other’s arms, warm bodies intertwined and sleeping with the thrums of their beating hearts exchanging “I love you / Ya tebya lubyu” all through the night.
“Good night, Ilya,” his Shane, his beautiful freckled brown-eyed boy, his love of his life whispered to him and Ilya descended to the most peaceful sleep.

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Chapter 9 and 10 of my AU WIP fic Love, Shane is now up!
“You want something to drink? We have some ginger ale here.” Shane was surprised they had a stock of his favorite drink when he’d never had a meal in Ilya’s home. Ilya came back to the living room with a can of ginger ale and Coke for himself. Shane took the ginger ale and sat on the couch. Ilya settled beside him and drank his Coke while looking at Shane.
“You wanted to talk?” Ilya broke their silence and Shane nodded.
“So talk.”
Shane opened his can of ginger ale and took a sip before talking. Where do I begin? He thought.
“Uhm… Rose is… I’m the… I can’t… I miss…” Shane stuttered helplessly. He started bouncing his left thigh.
“Shane,” Ilya said softly, placed his hand on Shane’s left thigh and squeezed it. He rested his hand there which calmed Shane’s restless energy.
Shane was absent-mindedly running his right finger on the can of his ginger ale, tracing a small circle on top of it when it caught on the sharp round shaped groove part. He hissed when he cut himself and his finger started to bleed.
“Shit,” Shane cursed when he felt a little bit of pain. Before he could do anything, Ilya grabbed his right hand and sucked the blood from his finger. He squeezed it to stop the bleeding and sipped the blood from Shane’s finger.
“Shane, be careful,” Ilya reprimanded gently when the bleeding stopped and he let go of the finger. Shane’s breath got caught on his throat while he was watching Ilya take care of the wounded skin.
“Th-thanks,” he said weakly.
“So tell me,” Ilya said again. Shane was mesmerized with the way Ilya pursed his lips.
Those lips have kissed me.
b. May 10, 1991 Will you disappoint them? Nope.
Alternate source for Snaps from We’ve Got Bad Things to Do chapter 11
https://archiveofourown.org/works/80288166
Design covers for the fics I have read this week! 💕💕💕
All of them beautiful… links below!
Which ones have you read???
The moon is beautiful
https://archiveofourown.org/works/84999021
Lesson learned
https://archiveofourown.org/works/85133396
In the heat of the moment
https://archiveofourown.org/works/84888236
Forgive me
https://archiveofourown.org/works/83812851/chapters/220919041
Father figure
https://archiveofourown.org/works/85201461/chapters/224981851
Fic cover for my most popular fic: Blame it on the Alcohol with 17k hits and 1,300 kudos!!! 🎉🥳👏🎊🙌
Drunk Shane sends the text “We didn’t even kiss” and a Greek God goes to him and takes care of him. We all know who it is.
Imma proud of this fic. I sent Shane to a spiral, made him puke, faint and just be secretly funny… 💕💕💕

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Alone Together on the Ice
AO3 WIP snippet:
[Post TLG - Ilya is injured during a game. Working towards a guaranteed HEA]
Shane didn’t see the hit.
He didn’t see it, but he heard the unmistakable thwack of two players colliding. He turned and his heart fell straight through his body. Ilya was unmoving on the ice.
Still. Much too still.
Shane didn’t know how he made it over to the love of his life, but he was there, gloves off, holding Ilya’s head in place as the medics ran over with their gear. ‘Ilya, open your eyes, please. Please, Ilya, I’m here, open your eyes. Ilya, ya tebya lyublyu, ya tebya lyublyu, ya tebya lyublyu.’
The medics arrived and told Shane to get out of the way. He gave them enough room to work, barely. He just kept asking Ilya to open his eyes.
They had Ilya in the neck brace and loaded onto the stretcher, but he still hadn’t moved or opened his eyes. Shane looked over at the game clock, but, dammit, he didn’t know how long it had been since Ilya had been hit. He turned to find Bood behind him.
Bood looked directly into Shane’s eyes and said, ‘It’s only been two minutes.’
Thirteen minutes left for Ilya to regain consciousness, or this was a worse brain injury than a concussion. They started wheeling Ilya off the ice and Shane moved to follow. A ref he didn’t know skated in front of him and told him to go back to the bench.
‘Like hell I am — that’s my husband!’
The ref stammered something as Shane pushed past.
The medic said, ‘You can’t go in the ambulance in your gear and skates.’
Shane kept moving while ripping off his gear. Bood and Troy were there, helping him pull off his padding. Shoes, fuck, he needed shoes.
Harris stood at the edge of the rink with Shane’s bag and sneakers. Shane was not prone to public affection of any kind, but he could have kissed the man.
In the ambulance, under ten minutes since the hit, Ilya finally opened his eyes.
‘What hap— Shane…where’s…my Shane?’
Shane squeezed his hand. ‘I’m right here, Ilya. I’m not going anywhere. You’re going to be okay. I love you so much. Yes, keep your eyes open, my love.’
‘My love?’
‘Shhh, yes.’
💕My WIP fic: Love, Shane💕
Shane was eleven years old when the Rozanovs moved into Ottawa as their next door neighbor. They become the best of friends.
They were 17 when they made a pact to leave Ottawa and pursue their university in Montreal.
But life had other plans for Shane & Ilya, testing their friendship and their love.
Will they find each other in the end?
A loose re-telling of Love, Rosie told through Shane’s POV.
Get ready to fall in love with Shane and llya all over again.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/84436591/chapters/222733646