Dead Gay Wizards From The 70s

[lackadaisicallizard]

So I wrote a sequel to The Long Game.

It’s a Jegulus raising teenagers plot. Lots of fluff, a bit of angst.

Feel free to have a read:

Floodlights and Still Life

Enjoy! <3

[gffa]

I'm still unable to comprehend how the HEATED RIVALRY show is actually real and was that level of hot and funny and tension-filled and had so much incredible yearning. The chair dragging scene alone has me in a goddamned chokehold, I'm just supposed to live my life as usual after that??? Well, that's what fic is for and, sure, it hasn't even been a week since my last recs set, but whatever I am FEVERISHLY reading fic and I need to shove them at all of you, too. I'm pretty sure this is the only way I'm going to survive until the next episode.

HEATED RIVALRY - NO I WON'T BE CHILL ABOUT THE GAY HOCKEY PLAYERS SHOW:

Your Account is Suspended for Violating Community Guidelines by butours, ilya/shane & centaurs, 2.7k     a few days on twitter and instagram in hollanov's world

Ilya's Hot Girl Summer by jsMika2, ilya/shane & harris & cast, 4.5k     “So I want you to tell me what’s wrong with this,” Harris said, pushing a printed-out screenshot of a tweet toward Ilya. Ilya glanced at it. His lips quirked up into a grin. “It says ‘Happy Pride Month,’” Ilya said. “What is wrong with that?” Harris dragged a hand over his face. “The problem,” Harris said, “is that it says ‘#BeGayDoCrime’ after that.”

You're Here to Win, Friend by verbaepulchellae, ilya/shane, NSFW, 3.9k     “You want a sandwich? I make really good tuna melts.” “I haven’t had one in ages,” Shane admits and then grimaces. “I’m on this diet actually, it’s macro-biotic, so… you know.” Rozanov stares at him, frowns. “Hollander, what? Macro… What are these words?” Shane laughs. “It’s for performance.” “‘It’s for performance,’” Rozanov singsongs back. “No, too boring. Shane Hollander, I will not accept you can be defeated by bread.”

5 Times Ilya Took Care of the Centaurs (Plus 1 Time They Return the Favor) by goodbye_cringe, ilya/shane & troy/harris & wyatt/lisa & luca, nsfw, 7.7k wip     Ask any NHL player who the most arrogant, insufferable player in the league is, and 90% will say Ilya Rozanov. Ask the Ottawa Centaurs who the greatest captain in franchise history is? Every single one of them will say the same name.

The Game Plan by FestiveFerret, pouringinsheets, ilya/shane & david/yuna & hayden & j.j. & farah & scott, NSFW, 64k     No one will ever suspect, let alone find out, that the NHL’s greatest rivals are secretly married. And there’s certainly no risk of feelings getting involved. They have a game plan.

The Centaurs Have a PR Problem (and It’s Married) by Justaromanticfool, ilya/shane & luca/oc & cast, NSFW, 27.9k wip     Shane and Ilya are finally on the same team! The Centaurs’ communications and PR department hasn’t known peace since.

All Things Considered by JediStormbringer, pouringinsheets, yammz, ilya/shane & eric/kyle, NSFW, 2.2k     The first time, Shane and Ilya walk in on Eric and Kyle accidentally. The second time, everything is on purpose.

Risk Management by thecouchsofa, ilya/shane, NSFW, 5.1k     Ilya gets the Spyder’s windows tinted. Then he takes Shane for a spin.

Full Yuna Hollander by DoubleDecker, ilya/shane & david/yuna, 1k     The Hollanders react to Shane and Ilya's Boxing Day fight.

Pavlovian by wilmonstan12345, ilya/shane, NSFW, ~1k     Shane has his standard response to seeing Ilya in the shower… in the Centaurs dressing room. Ilya is very kind, mature, and reassuring about this.

Down Bad by jsMika2, ilya/shane, 2.9k     “I could, though,” Shane said, not willing to give up just yet. “Seduce you. If we were meeting for the first time right now. As adults, I mean.” “You want to try?” Ilya asked. “If you think you can handle it,” Shane said. His blush was only getting darker, but the set of his shoulders was determined. Ilya smiled at him, helplessly charmed. Shane was such a competitive little shit, and he loved him so much.

you his boyfriend or something? by ingberry, ilya/shane & hayden & cast, nsfw, 2.2k     Shane is at a sports bar in Tampa when people at his table start talking shit about Ilya. It becomes impossible to keep his mouth shut. Or, an alternative retelling of how Hayden finds out.

You have a new message from BigStrongTop by wilmonstan12345, ilya/shane, NSFW, 3.5k     What if Shane and Ilya’s first hookup didn’t happen at CCM, but instead they met on Grindr during their first season?

you and me, baby, we're stuck like glue by broccolicheddarchicken, ilya/shane, ~1k     Superstar centers Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov get a little too close for comfort during a Boston vs. Montreal game.

we didn't even kiss by KJBee81, ilya/shane, nsfw, 1.7k     The elevator door opens. Shane does not get off. Instead, he presses the button for Penthouse 1 and hits send on We didn’t even kiss. He watches the floor numbers increase as the elevator carries him back to Ilya. Shane has no idea what he’s going to say to the asshole but he knows he has so many words that are about to burst out of his mouth. Fuck you being the first two.

thaw by diazette, ilya/shane, nsfw, 2.5k     shane and ilya sleep together, literally; ilya pines, and pines, and pines.

at the top of the mohs scale by Anonymous, ilya/shane & centuars, NSFW, pregnant!shane, 5.1k wip     Shane let out a put-upon sigh and stepped into Terry's office, closing the door behind him. “So, I was really nauseous this morning. Threw up a little. And Ilya is making me come talk to you about it.” Terry quirked an eyebrow at him. “Husband Ilya or Captain Rozanov?” “Both.” “Oof.”

i do it for you by goldengalaxies, ilya/shane & j.j. & hayden, 2.5k     (jj and hayden visit shane at the cottage & jj realises there’s more to rozanov than he ever knew)

Shane... with a pussy by strwbrae, ilya/shane, NSFW, read the tags, 1.1k     Shane and Ilya have to be quiet, they wouldn't want to get caught, would they?

anything for by justbekind, ilya/shane, read the tags, 1.7k     That asshole had Shane pushed up against the sink – Shane, whose dark eyes were glazed over, almost unseeing. Shane, who was swaying, only kept up by the sink behind him and the relentless grip the guy had on his waist.

daydreamers by yourinsomnia, ilya/shane, NSFW, 4.5k     “Because you like to be bad, Shane Hollander.”

summer’s indulgence by yammz, ilya/scott, NSFW, 2.2k     “I’m Scott,” the man said breathlessly. He laughed then, a little shy sounding. “By the way.” Ilya took a moment still to open his eyes, basking in that fucking kiss, still without a clear view of his face. “Ilya.” But then shit changed.

(not) everything is about you by pouringinsheets, ilya/scott (& background ilya/shane), NSFW, 1.9k     Things fall apart with Shane on the rooftop after the Rookie of the Year award, and Ilya runs into the last person he would have expected to be...helpful.

YA lyublyu tebya, moy milyy mal'chik. by Robin_Ur_House, ilya/shane, 3.2k     Shane has a panic attack before a big press conference after one of the Montreal metro's biggest losses since he’d been captain. Ilya decides to go find him and talks his boy down from a heart attack

Say it Again by bubbleomatic, ilya/shane, NSFW, 6.2k     Watching Ilya be so tender and soft with their daughter Natalie stirred up something deep, something profound in Shane. And when Ilya had him in his hand in the privacy of their bedroom later that evening, Shane wasn’t expecting to call him “daddy.” He certainly wasn’t expecting Ilya’s absolutely feral reaction to it.

your home is with me by bluerosebouquet, ilya/shane, NSFW, 2.8k     It was a rare thing, for Shane and Ilya to have a Friday night off at the same time during the season.

Winner Takes It All by ItsMayBiTheWay, ilya/shane, NSFW, 2.2k     Ilya Rozanov. Rival. Asshole. One hell of a lay.

white sheets with lace curtains by autumnbaby (indigoh), ilya/shane, NSFW, 2.2k     Or, a denial of feelings that have already woven into everything.

[shadesfalcon]

J. R. R. Tolkien: no, my books aren't about the war I experienced. It's just a story

J. R. R. Tolkien's works: you cannot go home, war ends entire bloodlines, you are mourning the death of your brother alone, you dug into the earth and permanently scored the land, you cannot explain what you have been through, you cannot go home, "that wound will never fully heal. He will carry it the rest of his life", leaving the women behind does not save them, the young die first, you cannot go home, the parent will bury their child, you have lost the wives and you will never connect with them again, "how shall any tower withstand such numbers and such reckless hate?", you are not the same, you cannot go home, you can never go home, your father will only side with those he sees as worthy bloodlines and you cannot change his mind, it is more meaningful Not to kill, sometimes your sacrifice accomplishes nothing, you cannot go home

[stonegoddex]

what if we admitted to each other that it's not always really romance that we want. What if we admitted that what we're really craving is intimacy and society taught us romance is the only way to get it.

[shadow-von-vamp]

oh boy i sure do love having tons of trinkets

the nefarious dust particle:

[thememedaddy]

[ear-a-corn]

We have always existed, and we always will.

[oidingus]

Okay so i listened to suggestions about Jayce being unhappy with the inflicting pain bit but being unable to say no!

[oidingus]

Added the promised second part y’all!

[agrippina-pelageya]

@oidingus, hope you don't mind, I just had to.

~~~

The first thing Jayce is aware of is the inconfoundable feeling of Viktor. Next to him, around him, intertwined atom for atom.

Anything else would be secondary.

When the rest of reality coalesces back into something his brain can process and quantify, his senses come back online like circuits, lighting up one by one and instantaneously.

Touch, hearing, sight, smell. Viktor, solid in his arms, still wrapped in the soft blanket Jayce had draped over his new body, his arms around Jayce's shoulders, hands clenched in the fabric of his coat. Viktor, breathing quick and quiet next to his ear. Viktor, the pale curve of one mole-dotted shoulder peeking from his covering, and his hair gleaming under sunlight, long and fading into that pale color, like sweetmilk poured into coffee. Viktor, clutched so close in his hands, Jayce can taste the faint ozone crackle of the Arcane lingering on his skin.

Viktor, his honey eyes looking at Jayce, wide, disbelieving, alive.

"Jayce," he says, in his soft voice. The slight stretch of the 'A', cradled tenderly. The silky softness of the 'C', sibilant, always - somehow - sensual, even when Viktor was calling his name for the fourth time from across the lab at three in the morning.

Jayce has Viktor in his arms and they are alive.

"It worked," Jayce whispers, and his hands are already cradling Viktor's face. A laugh bursts out of him from some place he thought had been buried in a gulch forgotten by the apocalypse. "IT WORKED!"

He ignores the jolt of pain his knee sends shooting up his spine as he goes jumping up to his feet, fists raised and a howl of incredulous, manic triumph shouted up to the clear skies overhead. He remembers the first prototype for the Hexgates, the hellish trial phases, and he remembers the day they got an apple from one side of the room to the other. Jayce had screeched and jumped and paced, babbling like a maniac while Viktor stood, silent and awestruck, holding the apple in his palms like it had just been placed there by the hand of a god. When Jayce finally collapsed onto the floor, half laughing, half crying, Viktor had wheeled his stool over, flicked open his little pocket knife, and wordlessly split the fruit in two, handing half over to Jayce. He'd been certain he could taste the magic they had harnessed. That day pales in comparison to this moment.

He wants to sprint a mile. He needs to scream, he wants to laugh, and cry, and he needs to make a plan to orient himself and find food and get Viktor some clothes, he's still only wearing that goddamm blanket-

"It worked! Viktor! Viktor, we did it, it worked!" He shouts, hands clasped around Viktor's cheeks again, and he smacks a kiss off Viktor's forehead because he can, because Viktor is here, and they're together and alive, they're alive, they're alive-

His body allows him a few more moments of frantic, unrestrained celebration, before it starts warning him, Alright Talis, you've had your fun, now lay down, you're about to pass out, because that sure is a head rush he's feeling isn't it?

He stumbles to the ground the same way his laughter trails off from a manic giggle to heaving gasps, giddiness fizzing in his chest, his head, his whole goddamn body, and he stares up at the clouds, floating unbothered overhead. They might as well be in a different universe. It's entirely possible that they are.

It doesn't matter. Especially not right now. Jayce forces himself to breathe, even as he can't stop smiling, arms splayed out over his head. There's a soft shuffling sound, bare feet trekking uncertainly through the soft grass. He raises his head from the grass, because he would recognize Viktor's gait anywhere. There's a moment, suspended from the rest of reality like a crystal hanging in a window, that Jayce swears he will preserve in his memory to his dying day. Of Viktor, of course, and the way he's looking down at Jayce in this moment.

Haloed by the sun, even more beautiful than when he had towered over every soul in creation, wreathed in magic and might - because this is Viktor, his Viktor, with his thin, uneven shoulders, and the slight crookedness to his nose from a fall as a little toddler, and moles everywhere, and untamable hair, and his beautiful golden eyes that can only be outshone by his beautiful golden heart, full of kindness and curiosity and ruthless drive to do good.

Had it seriously taken the apocalypse for Jayce to realize he loves this man above anything and everything?

It must be written quite plainly on his face, because Viktor's eyes widen as he realizes something, and takes a step forward, to-to what?

With that thought lancing his chest and lighting up his brain in bursts of color, he very nearly rockets to his feet, knee be damned, when Viktor's wide eyes go even wider as his knee buckles and the bubble bursts a little.

"Ngah!" he sputters, arms flailing, the blanket flapping a little as he instinctively reaches for a crutch that rudely neglected to materialize on the other side with them. But Jayce is already moving, arms outstretched. Viktor reaches back, and he is caught in broad hands that immediately pull him closer and squeeze him to Jayce's chest. They fall back onto the grass, Jayce giving a little oof! as Viktor's weight lands atop him.

For a second they're nose to nose, and Jayce looks up at Viktor with all the love in every atom in his body. Viktor looks back with the same love written plainly on his own face.

They don't say a word. They don't need to - Jayce tugs him close once more, presses his cheek to the top of Viktor's sun-warmed head, and Viktor listens to Jayce's heart thunder under his ear. He's lifted, ever so slightly, by Jayce's breathing, a gentle rocking that provides a steady countermeasure to his own rabbit-fast pulse. Jayce holds Viktor like he'll never let go again, and he might just not. Viktor tucks his head under Jacye's chin and he starts laughing as it hits him too.

That they're here, together - and no matter what's waiting for them beyond this meadow, beyond this moment - that will never change again.

[augustuscaesarsalad]

RIP Regulus I guess

[folkloregirlfriend]

minimalism is cool but have you ever had all the things you love in your room

[doodlecrumb]

Regulus and Walburga. She will never let him go I fear.

[calamitoustide]

thinking about how people who refuse to read WIPS have never experienced the joy of that ao3 email for an update you weren't expecting and not being able to think of anything else until you get to read it

[pauleend]

me whenever Edge updates , just bouncing ubtil i can get a moment of peace, kicking my feet and all @pinkpalaceapartmcnts

[calamitoustide]

thinking about how people who refuse to read WIPS have never experienced the joy of that ao3 email for an update you weren't expecting and not being able to think of anything else until you get to read it

[letraspal]

A study on the effects of muggle clothing.

[catchymemes]

[tgirl-thucydides]

my parents trying to figure out what to get me for christmas

[beaft]

being on the aro spectrum would be a lot easier if being single wasn’t made to feel like a literal death sentence

[beaft]

it’s all very well to say “friends are just as important as romantic partners” but in practice this simply is not the case lmao. you can share a flat with a friend but it’s expected that sooner or later that friend will meet someone and will move out to go live with that person instead. if you’re hanging out with friends you can bring your partner along but your friends can’t come on a date night with you because that’s third-wheeling and it’s weird. you can know somebody for most of your life and still be second-best to some guy they met on tinder 6 months ago. you’re meant to just accept without question the fact that your friends will prioritise time with their partners over time with you. being single is treated like a problem that needs to be fixed. we casually use expressions like “just friends” or “more than friends”. everything we read and watch reinforces the idea that romantic love is what gives life meaning and therefore your life is meaningless. i try to keep my chin up but my god it is bleak out there