i love how this fandom just passes luca haas around like a blunt
like he's dating lapointe he's dating young. he's dating cliff. he's dating a model named archibald he's dating a sexy tattooed japanese guy named ryo. he's dating a cutiepie grocery store employee named jay. and i love them all.
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imagine spending your entire life doing exactly what your parents asked. taking every pointless brand deal wearing the clothes they tell you to wear. keeping quiet. playing the version of a son that you think they want. being exactly who they seem to want you to be. and then you get a partner and they immediately start calling him their favourite son and giving him a level of warmth and love that they never gave you. Oh and the whole time you were hiding who you actually are from them so you could be perfect? they kind of already knew you were gay and just chose to ignore it and keeping pushing you into more spaces full of homophobic (and racist) people. but you’re not their favourite. they like your boyfriend more because he’s actually sad and he’s actually suffered. not like you who has gone through Nothing. People have gone on killing sprees for less.
ilya is rolling and having the time of his fucking life covered in neon paint and body glitter and also a nasty fucking sunburn and getting hauled into shane’s emt tent because his dumbass doesn’t think he needs water to live and shane cooling him down with a towel on his head and getting him water
“Are you an angel??”
“No. Drink some water.”
“Mmmm no. I think you are angel.”
“If that’s what it takes to get you drinking water then sure. Whatever.”
It's 2013, four years after Ilya left the league prematurely. Shane and Ilya are both passengers on a four-month, around-the-world cruise, each for their own reason. Shane is out for the season due to an MCL tear, and Yuna got him a deal with the cruise ship: their finest suite in exchange for a few social media posts.
But for Ilya, the reason is much darker. He left the hockey world before his rookie year to take care of his father, and because a cutdown on Visas made it hard for him to commit to an American team. This cruise is his way to blow his meager inheritance, and, if he’s being honest with himself, it’s to find some kind of proof that life is worth sticking around for.
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Of course the part of Ilya’s brain that tells him “this is too good to be true” comes rearing back up the following morning. It was bound to happen eventually. That part of him, which is like a devil on his shoulder trying to get him to distrust the world around him, has been right too frequently to be discredited. It was right when his mom died, and when his brother died, and when he left the league. It was also right (albeit temporarily) over a week ago when Hollander left the ship.
He’d had multiple good days in a row, and Hollander — Shane — was being nice and friendly and romantic. Comforting. Protective.
Yes, it’s probably the protectiveness from Hollander that gives this devious part the microphone now. And the part is screaming, “Life does not go like this. Something is going to happen.”
The more he listens to it, the more he realizes how truthful it is. Something is going to happen in less than two months when the cruise ends and they dock for the very last time. He and Hollander will fly all the way across the world from each other and Hollander will return to a life of celebrity and endless money while Ilya starts another mind-numbing waiter job. Well, or…
Or he can give into the pills in the mint box. A choice that is way more likely if he has to experience losing Hollander once it’s too late to reel his feelings in. Right now, the loss would be a cut that could heal with stitches and a year of applying scar cream. But, a week from now? A month from now?
He commits to a new outlook as though it’s some kind of mission. He will enjoy his time with Hollander, but from a distance. He’ll keep focusing on the other things bringing him joy on this cruise, things that will still be available to him after all of this ends.
—
Shane is almost too preoccupied with the final day in New Zealand — this time at a port in Wellington — to mourn the fact that his next excursion will be without Ilya.
Ilya and Paula go over their plans at breakfast as all three of them apply sunscreen and fuel up on protein. The two are scheduled for a hike through a mountainous region next to the ocean, which was marked as “strenuous” due to the steep incline, long mileage, and multiple rope bridges. Shane is jealous for a million and one reasons, but he’s also excited to see a place called “Zealandia Te Mara a Tane”, a nature sanctuary.
The short bus ride escorts Shane and his familiar elderly companions from the dock — which is along a gorgeous, rocky coast — and into the lush greenery next to them. They are each given a “Zealandia” branded set of binoculars and bucket hats, which makes Shane feel ridiculous, but he wears them anyway.
Their tour guide, a young woman named Ana with a thick Kiwi accent (Shane had learned this word yesterday) opens the glass door to the nature space and escorts them forward.
The birds are one thing: dozens of species make themselves known to him within just the first ten minutes of entering the sanctuary. Ana identifies a Tūī by their unique melodic whistles and points one out to the group. It’s metallic blue, with two large puffs of white at the front of its neck, almost like a bowtie. There’s a Takahē bird, which has a red beak that looks almost like a penguin’s, and Ana explains that the beaks are prehistoric. There are plenty of tiny cuckoo birds and robins chirping between the trees.
Shane once read that bird sounds are calming to human nervous systems, and he feels the truth of it.
But the plants — the plants are something else entirely. Shane abandons the group quickly to buy a “Plants of New Zealand” book he’d spotted at the gift shop just so he can start identifying them on his own. Everything looks like it was invented by aliens, or like God handed markers to a bunch of five year olds and asked them to draw what they think flowers should look like. Pink and green and white chaotic flora decorate the entire area. Large, citrus-scented trees (Taratas, Shane recognizes) line the space and offer tons of light green and yellow foliage. More fungi than he could ever count seems to pop up everywhere, in shades of white and red and pink.
His phone yells at him for being out of storage from how many photos he’s taking. He deletes a few old videos of locker room debauchery to make more room. He deletes the Grindr app to make space, too.
On the ride back to the ship, and for the first hour after returning to his suite, Shane reviews the photos meticulously and places his favorites into a separate album to show Ilya. He calls his parents before he remembers he has no idea what time it is in Ottawa.
“Hello?” Yuna says, her voice groggy and confused.
“Shoot, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” Shane apologizes.
“No, no, it’s okay. Are you okay” Then, more muffled: “David, it’s Shane.”
“Hi Shane!” David says in a lively voice in the background.
“Your father was still up reading. It’s not that late. I’m glad you called,” she affirms.
“We miss you, kid!” he yells.
“I miss you, too. And I can hear you fine without yelling,” Shane smiles.
“Send us photos from New Zealand today, I’m tired of looking at the same five pictures from the Hobbit world,” Yuna requests.
“The Shire,” David corrects, still yelling a little.
“Okay,” Shane says. It was part of why he called anyway. He selects a bunch from his album and sends them to his group chat with his parents. “There.”
“I got ‘em!” David announces proudly. “Oh wow, so beautiful!”
“These are amazing, Shaney,” Yuna says.
“Do you think I can use them as one of the posts we promised the cruise line?” Shane asks her.
“No,” she replies without hesitation. “We need you to be in them.”
“What about the selfie from yesterday?”
“No selfies. That’s not really professional enough. We need a full body photo of you on the ship, and another few of you on excursions,” she explains.
“Well, that’s not exactly easy to accomplish on my own,” Shane says.
“I thought you said you’ve been making some friends?” Yuna asks.
“Yeah, but not, like, photographer friends,” he explains. His face burns a little the vague reference to Ilya. He worries his mom — who’s a professional at reading his mind — can pick up on something.
“They don’t need photography skills,” Yuna laughs, as though this is a ridiculous suggestion. “Just the ability to hold a camera and press a button. You should wear your Metros shirt for the one on the ship, okay?”
“‘Kay,” Shane agrees.
He recaps more of the past few days for them, leaving out the hue of romance that had lingered over them like a beautiful fog and instead focusing on the specific excursions and sights. They say their goodnights and Shane heads to his PT appointment. At dinner that night, he looks for Ilya but can’t find him anywhere. The photo album is practically burning a hole in his pocket with anticipation, but he assumes the other man is too exhausted from nine miles around the coast.
—
The next two days, Ilya makes himself scarce again. There’s one day at sea and then one at the port in Sydney, Australia. He works out with Paula and eats his normal meals, but spends most of his time sleeping in his room, using melatonin to make the day go by like he’s used to doing. He curses himself for slipping back into the habit, but not enough to make him actually stop it.
He’s quickly forced back out of his shell in Sydney, where he and Paula do a hike in Blue Mountain National Park. The terrain reminds him of Hawaii: there are so many clusters of trees with rust-colored rock faces poking out. The guide takes them to a waterfall, which of course takes Ilya’s breath away all over again.
He feels himself coming back into his body with every deep breath of the piney mountain air. He feels his sarcasm returning every time Paula strikes conversation. They allow themselves to fall to the back of the pack of hikers so they can chat more.
“If you were an ice cream flavor, what would you be?” she asks him. It’s just one of a seemingly endless list of questions she has up her sleeve. She’s a professional at talking to people, Ilya has learned. Which makes sense considering how much of her life is spent cruising around the world with strangers.
“I am not ice cream,” Ilya retorts.
“We’ve been over this. You’re not a type of shoe or pasta noodle either, but you definitely do have a Doc Marten and Cavatappi vibes. Now play along or I’m finding a new friend and you’ll be bored for the last two hours of this hike. I’m too sore and tired and need a distraction.”
“Fine,” he huffs. It at least takes his mind off of the blister in his right shoe and the dull pain in both knees from two strenuous hikes in three days.
“I can go first, as an example,” Paula tells him. “I’m..” she thinks for a second, “a coffee ice cream base, because I have a lot of energy. With chunks of caramel. Not like a caramel swirl — actual chunks, like they’re chocolate chips. Oh, and I want chocolate chips, too. And also something colorful, so probably gummy bears.”
“Gross,” Ilya says, imagining cold and wet gummy bears mixed with a coffee flavor.
“You’d still eat it,” she laughs. “I’ve seen how much ice cream you eat.”
Ilya shrugs and thinks about all of the flavors and toppings he’s seen. The endless desserts on the cruise have given him plenty to draw from. “I would be strawberry base,” he announces matter-of-factly. “And fudge swirls but the fudge has bourbon. And big sea salt flakes like what they put on the cake last night.”
“That’s perfect,” Paula gasps. “You’re sweet but maybe a little outside of the norm like strawberry, you have a bite like the bourbon does. Unexpected like salt in ice cream. Only, it’s missing something.” She thinks for a beat, then says confidently: “You have a hard chocolate shell on the outside. One of those magic shells you need to break with a spoon.”
Ilya nods, completely agreeing with her. He feels quite seen by her read on him.
He can’t help but think of how Hollander would answer this question, just like he’s filled in the boy’s answers for every other one of Paula’s strange little riddles. Macaroni noodles, white Adidas slides, and now cookie dough ice cream with chocolate sprinkles, served over a warm brownie. Always something comfortable, reasonable, logical, sweet.
That night, at the hot tub, he sees Hollander for the first time in over 48 hours.
—
Seeing Ilya for the first time in a while is akin to how Shane felt when they first met. The man’s beauty is absolutely striking, especially when you aren’t expecting it. His hair is curlier, eyes bluer, chest fuller than Shane’s memory could ever paint them. The eye contact as Ilya sees him disrobe and get into the hot tub makes Shane’s stomach flip over.
He feels sadness bubbling up at how unfamiliar Ilya’s presence feels despite how much he’s relived their last kiss over the past two days. He couldn’t walk five steps in the Sydney Opera House without getting a flashback of Ilya’s lips on his or his hand on Shane’s knee.
Now, sliding into the hot tub, Shane is more anxious than he wants to be. He wonders how one person could elicit this level of disarray from him. He wonders if he affects Ilya even a fraction of the amount that Ilya affects him.
“How was the Opera House tour?” Benny asks him, and Shane realizes that there are other people in the space. It’s not that he couldn’t have spotted the five blurry bodies lingering around him and Ilya, just that he didn’t even register them.
“Really nice,” Shane says, taking in the group. Benny and Ilya are in the corner next to the entryway steps that Shane finds himself perched upon. In another corner, there’s a middle aged couple speaking a foreign language to each other that he thinks is Portuguese. There’s an older man along the other wall of the tub, about a meter away, drinking whiskey or scotch on the rocks and reading a newspaper despite the fact that it’s 9pm.
“How was the hike?” Shane asks Ilya.
“Really good,” Ilya responds before taking a sip of what must be a piña colada. Shane looks at the frost coating the outside of the fancy cocktail glass. It’s quiet for a second, and he wishes it was just him and Ilya here, but also worries about what they’d talk about if they were alone. There’s something about Ilya right now that feels off.
“What kind of ice cream would you be?” Ilya asks both Benny and Shane.
“...What?” Shane thinks maybe Ilya meant to ask what kind of ice cream they’d like to order, or something. An ice cream and piña colada is a lot of sugary coldness at once, but who is he to judge?
“Let me guess, Paula asked you that?” Benny laughs.
Ilya nods. “She has asked you this before?”
“Yep. Every year, like clockwork. And it’s the same answer every time. Mint chocolate chip,” Benny says. “An unexpected favorite that everyone loves, with a minty freshness that keeps you coming back for more.”
“Hmm,” Ilya considers this then nods. “Hollander?”
Shane is struck by the use of his last name, like a slap across the face, but tries not to show it. He gathers from context clues that the flavor should have something to do with his personality. He supposes he’s somewhat straightforward and palatable. He goes with his own favorite, a safe bet: “Chocolate chip cookie dough, probably.”
Ilya smiles at this. “Da, I can see that.”
Shane sinks deeper into the water and Ilya’s body language opens a little. Eventually, their legs make contact below the surface and Ilya doesn’t pull his away. Just the soft scratchiness of his hairy shins is enough for Shane to get lost in for now.
Eventually the other guests excuse themselves from the hot tub. Benny leaves a while later, announcing that he's calling it a night because there are five days at sea where he'll have to be "on" for activities and other "fun management." Once he's gone, it's just Shane and Ilya. Shane is sweating from the hot water but refuses to give up the opportunity for alone time. He turns his body more and makes eye contact, almost afraid to break the comfortable but loaded silence between them. He can tell that Ilya has been waiting for the alone time, too. Or maybe it's just wishful thinking.
Ilya looks down at his lips, then back into his eyes. "Hi," he says, and it makes sense to say because he's finally really seeing Shane for the first time in a few days. Shane sees him breathing faster just as his own breath catches.
Without a word, Shane presses his lips to Ilya’s, not overthinking the fact that he’s initiated every kiss they’ve had lately. Ilya’s lips open, almost immediately, almost (almost, Shane thinks) desperately. He deepens the kiss and moves his body closer to Shane’s so their chests are touching. Their hot, wet skin slides together and creates more of a stir in Shane’s swim trunks. He puts a hand on the back of Ilya’s neck and runs his fingers through the wet curls.
They stay in that somewhat chaste pose for a minute, moving their tongues together as Shane tugs lightly at Ilya's hair, until Ilya’s hands find Shane’s hips underwater and pulls him closer. The touch is ecstatic. Shane feels his head spin. Ilya guides his hips until Shane is straddling him on the bench.
They’re both breathless, just two warm and electric bodies trying desperately to be closer, closer. Shane’s knees are getting scraped by the cement surface of the bench and he doesn’t care. He shouldn’t be kneeling in any way, but the buoyancy of the water and weight of Ilya underneath him protects the joints just fine.
Ilya moves his mouth down to kiss and nip at Shane’s neck. Shane automatically grinds his hips down, his hard cock rutting against Ilya’s. He could fucking come just from this, he thinks, repeating the motion.
“So hard for me,” Ilya whispers as he pulls Shane down against him more. Shane kisses him again and moans into his mouth at the words and the friction between them.
The ship tips a bit, hitting some kind of wave below them, and the movement causes Ilya’s empty cocktail glass to fall off the ledge and onto the wooden deck by the tub. The sound of it breaking shatters whatever is happening between them and Ilya comes back to himself all at once: Shane can see it happening, can see Ilya realize that they’re in public and getting ahead of themselves.
“Come to my room,” Shane says, hoping to get back to the Ilya of ten seconds ago before he slips away completely.
Ilya considers it, then shakes his head. “We shouldn’t, Hollander. We can’t. Not yet.”
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The Hollanders are talking about Ilya being on the cover of the video game and Shane is being jokingly annoyed at not getting it himself. Ilya tells him it’s okay because he made “almost no money” from that game. They ask follow ups about the work he did, and it was a lot—motion capture, etc. Shane says “I’m STILL making money from that game”
Yuna asks about his contract for that and it comes out that early in his career, Ilya’s agent was skewing brand deals HEAVILY in his own favor. It also comes out that there was no Russian translator there when Ilya negotiated his MLH contract.
Yuna is so angry she has to leave the room. David explains to Ilya that she’s not mad at him, she’s furious that the league would take advantage of a teenager like that, and he has a feeling Ilya’s brand deals are about to drastically improve.
Help?”
I’ve read this before but don’t remember where. Can anyone help?
It’s no secret I’m a big fan of AUs but crucially I’m interested in AUs that are in conversation with the source material, that draw on what is intrinsic to Hollanov while being thoughtful about the things that necessarily have to change due to a different environment/trajectory. Here are some I think do this really well.
A Side Door Into the Dark by magnetica - Anxious Climatologist Shane and melancholic Physicist Ilya on a research base in Antartica. Packs a punch in a small package. Ilya hoarding condensed milk is very special to me.
got a taste for the cherry (i just need to take a bite) by woodlands - Lifeguards. Particularly good setting work here.
Gambit by grailquest - Set in the Cold War era, where they are (women) chess players. Not always a fan of genderbending because the Masculinity Is The Point but this is a very thoughtful and well done genderbending. In fewer than 5000 words the author manages to make commentary on the time period, gender, politics, and makes it sexy.
HOLLANDER VS ROZANOV I by gone_girl - Boxing AU that has teeth. Nobody gets what they deserve. I think all the time about Drake messaging Shane on Instagram and Ilya starting beef with him because of that. That is so funny and real to me.
Open Season by hazmesentir - F1 AU. For some reason I never see this on rec lists but it really is so good, I am still thinking about it more than a month later. Ilya is such a Redbull guy. I don’t know anything about F1 but this made me get why people are really into it.
bloodfeather by embodied - MMA AU. The fighting is the sex and the sex is the fighting.
Shane likes rules and routines. After he and Ilya move in together he begins to wonder if some of them might be too much.
🏒 Later, When It Gets Dark, We Go Home | 2.1k
Shane suggests Ilya doesn't like boring things. Ilya corrects the record
🏒 A Boring Hockey Book | 2.4k
Ilya swings by a local bookstore in Edmonton to get a boring hockey book for Shane, and is delighted to get recommendations for sexy gay hockey books
🏒 not-so-boring shane hollander | 2.5k
Ilya wants to know what Scott Hunter said, but mostly he just wants to get on Shane's nerves
🏒 and there's this big elastic band that pulls you back to me | 2.8k
5 times Ilya gets turned on by Shane being boring + 1 time Shane lets him do something about it
🏒 All the Things Unsaid | 3.5k
Shane gets called ‘boring.’ Ilya makes it worse by playing along.
🏒 boring? never heard of it | 3.5k
Shane thinks Ilya finds their sex life boring. Ilya thinks he's insane. They fuck about it.
🏒 Boring | 4.2k
Shane worries that their sex life might grow too boring for Ilya. He decides to try something new.
🏒 Boring Can Be Good | 4.4k
🔒 Ilya doesn't usually do boring, but when a recurring customer catches his attention he finds out that maybe, just maybe, boring isn't so bad.
🏒 just call me boring barbie | 4.7k
years after him and Ilya got together, Shane starts to resent the 'boring' banter
🏒 The Reassuring Quiet of Boring Days | 4.8k
🔒 Ilya calls Shane "boring". It's a joke, it has been for years. One night, alone in bed while his husband is out partying, Shane wonders if it could be more than that.
🏒 Plain Jane | 4.9k
Ilya feels many things at the very idea of his relationship with Shane being called boring. Do not get Ilya wrong; he loves boring. Boring Shane Hollander with his weak backhand, pretty freckles, and a blush that covers his entire chest when he cries after Ilya makes him cum for a fourth time that night. But boring sex life? With his Jane? He settles on being mortally offended and scowls at his laughing teammates.
🏒 more than just bend the rules | 4.9k
Shane's boring, and Ilya's gotta fuck him about it
🏒 Boring is in soft covers and a pretty boy with freckles | 5.0k
5 moments where Ilya teases Shane about being boring not knowing that Shane felt hurt + 1 moment where he explains that he loves boring
🏒 shane hollander is not boring | 5.5k
Shane wasn't one for kinky sex. The only slightly kinky thing about him was the dildo he kept hidden away, and that was rarely used. That was, until Ilya came along, and his algorithm fed him a one-second clip of a man wearing a collar and leash.
🏒 Funny How It Found Us | 5.8k
🔒 The 5 times Shane and Ilya share a domestically boring task together for the first time
🏒 Read to Me | 6.3k
Ilya has a kink that is *not* about Shane reading.
🏒 plain jane | 7.7k
3 times Ilya uses the phrase plain jane after finding out about it, and 1 time Shane turns it back on him
🏒 Lay Me Down On the Altar, and Forevers What I’ll Vow | 8.1k
“Am I too boring for you?”
🏒 oh to see without my eyes (the first time that you kissed me) | 9.6k
Shane Hollander thinks he’s boring and that he doesn’t deserve ilya’s love and affection cue a subdrop and ilya’s soft side greeting the world
🏒 isn't he boring? | 10.9k
Shane decides to invite JJ, Hayden, and Jackie over to the cottage to have a day to themselves and to introduce them to Ilya off the ice. They're mostly on the same page now, only, Ilya won't stop calling Shane "boring", and Shane doesn't know what to make of that, nor does he know how to ask about it himself. Things are pleasant, if awkward, until Hayden and JJ catch wind of Ilya's penchant for the (endearing?) quip and confront him, unaware that Shane can hear. But how will Ilya justify himself, when he thinks that Shane isn't around?
🏒 hanging by a moment | 187k
🤖🚩Shane asked Ilya once how you know when it's the right person. Ilya described Shane to him, and Shane didn't recognise himself.
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shane is the star captain of the hockey team at his college in boston. ilya goes to one of home games either on his own or maybe sveta drags him to one. he sees shane and becomes absolutely obsessed and starts hard-core stalking the fuck out of him. shane figures it out but uh... he kinda Really likes it and Really wants his stalker to progress things.....
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asdfghjkl this has been a good week for fic updates- Lily's puppy play fic, the new moon chasers chapter, and now Drag Hunt has updated? aaaaaaahhhhh I have 18000 words of incredible fic to catch up on, and I get to just read it? For free???? WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Connieverse - Fandom
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Connie From Admin/Big Hud
Characters: Connie From Admin, Big Hud
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Office, Office Blow Jobs, Resolved Sexual Tension, Age Difference, Trans Connie From Admin, Crack Treated Seriously, Dom/sub Undertones, Mommy Kink, Deepthroating, Dry Humping, Praise Kink
Summary:
Fingers snap in front of his face. “Hudson.”
“Yeah, no yeah, I’m listening.”
Connie sighs, taking her glasses off and folding them on the desk. “What am I going to do with you?” Big Hud opens his mouth, already curling up at the corners, and she holds up her hand instantly. “Don’t start.”
He flicks his eyebrows, still smirking, and shrugs.
cliff marleau and ilya rozanov are best friends not because they’re teammates or marleau was assigned to look after roz when he first got to the raiders, but because, even though it takes so much alcohol to get him drunk, when ilya gets drunk he can only be described as white girl wasted and marly is the EXACT same way. they are in the mens bathroom in front of the mirror like “is my shirt unbuttoned enough for people to look at my tits?” “yeah man your boobs look GREAT! can you tell me if these jeans look good on my ass i think i saw a girl eying me” “marly your ass looks phenomenal and you can trust me on this as i am a well known ass man” “aw man rozzy you’re making me blush”
If you're interested in a Heated Rivalry fic where Shane has a lesbian best friend, may I suggest my fic Shane's (Ex) Girlfriend.
Shane's high school girlfriend Jessica (mentioned briefly in canon) shows up at his door in Montreal after being kicked out by her parents for coming out as gay. Obviously, being Shane, he invites her to stay with him. But heteronormativity intervenes, and soon his teammates assume he has a girlfriend. With no better option, he asks Jessica to pretend to be his date for a night. However, it spirals from there when the media (and then Yuna) gets involved.
Featuring: Shane having a safe space, fake dating, a brief social media interlude, the WAGs, and Ilya being angry (but not jealous, oh no, definitely not jealous) and slightly pathetic
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I’m always looking for good non-woobified Shane rec’s :] lol @mla-citation
Off The Leash by v197sstuff. This is one that works with against the trope in a very interesting way where the Internet Woobifies & feminizes the fuck outta Shane while the stark reality is kept in focus. If you haven’t read this one, I seriously recommend it.
Gossip Girl by Northisnotup. Vastly different vibe but this looks into Shane’s friendships and makes super clear that he is an Active Participant which I greatly enjoy. Easily one of my favorite Rose fics if that sells it!
falling into you by quinnfuhbeay. A look at what if Shane didn’t leave during the tuna melt scene and instead they entered into a weird phase of unclear relationship status (Ilya thinking they’re boyfriends, Shane thinks they’re just fucking).
Game Day. Ilya keeps dying, time keeps repeating. Shane is, obviously, suffering. A very frank portrayal of what this could do to a person.
Five and a Half Beers and Just as Many Chalupas by Erisenyo. LOVEEEE this fic, I can’t believe I’ve not recommended it before. Such awesome characterization, the premise is Shane getting to know the Centaurs & they realize he’s entirely different from what they expected. Seriously seriously enjoyed reading it and I routinely go back and reread for the love of the game.