Bye someone just called Shane Hollander and Simon from Young Royals and HR dark skinned people. Genuinely trying not to explode rn because this is the internet and it feels really stupid to get heated over such a comment but FYI NOT EVERY PERSON OF COLOR IS DARK SKINNED!! JUST LIKE NOT EVERY BLACK PERSON IS DARK!! That doesn’t make them less a person of color!! It’s okay to admit there are not a lot of dark skinned poc to represent mlm couples in popular media. I hate that that’s the truth but it is. And if you’re NOT a person of color you have no right to speak on a person of color’s identity. And for crying out loud it common sense that Shane Hollander is not dark skinned. And neither is Simon. Being able to tan/get bronze≠ dark skinned. BROWN PEOPLE EXIST. Come on guys.
And a special shout out to you all who make Ilya Rozanov the funniest mf in the room. Genuinely cackling at my screen when authors preserve that special part of his charm in fics. I love you all never stop
"'We could only have one child,'' David said quietly. "We thought about adopting, but we decided in the end to just focus on making Shane the best person we could. I think we did an okay job of it.
Ilya smiled at the understatement.
"We couldn't be prouder of the man he's become,' David continued. "I don't have any Stanley Cup rings, but I have Shane.''
Chapter 39, The Long Game
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It's Christmas of 1988.
There's one more present under the tree, and Yuna's eyes are dancing as she hands it to David. He opens it to find the tiniest pair of shoes he's ever seen.
"No. Really?" He's dizzy.
"Really," Yuna grins, and her eyes are shining with tears, and David loves that face more than anything. He hopes their baby looks just like her.
.....
It's a bitterly cold day in February of 1989 when David puts the shoes away. He pushes down all the anger of it's not fair, why us, why our baby. Yuna needs him.
The doctor had said you're young, you can try again.
.....
In the spring of 1990 the flowers are blooming to life and Yuna's belly is starting to look rounder. David looks around the empty bedroom in their Ottawa house and thinks green might be nice, something that works for a boy or a girl, a nice cheerful shade. Next week he'll buy the paint.
The call from the hospital comes before he gets the chance. When he looks at the doctor's scrubs he thinks green is the ugliest colour on earth.
.....
They don't talk about it. Not when the leaves are changing colour and the nurse offers them congratulations. Not at Christmas or New Year's as they turn the calendar over to 1991. It's Valentines Day before David gets the courage to touch the rounded swell of his wife's body and he cries when whoever is inside touches him back. It doesn't matter that they don't have a name or a face yet, he loves them so much it hurts.
.....
On a Friday morning in May, David holds his son for the first time. His face is scrunched and blotchy red and angry. He's the most perfect thing anyone has ever laid eyes on.
He watches Yuna sing and rock him near the nursery window at home, her face glowing. He thinks the yellow paint was definitely the right choice for their sunshine, their only sunshine.
.....
Shane is a chubby baby (they laugh themselves sick when the baby shoes don't even fit on his fat little biscuit feet) but by the time he turns two he has leaned out into a little boy, they think maybe they are ready to try again. David imagines a girl this time, introducing Shane to his baby sister. Melissa sounds pretty. The baby name book had said it meant honeybee and doesn't that just fit perfectly amidst sunshine and flowers and springtime?
.....
It never happens.
Shane is an only child at four and five and six and he's becoming something special on the ice, all the coaches say so. David thinks that they have no idea what they're talking about when they say that because Shane Hollander has always been special from the time he kicked and rolled inside his mother, before he ever knew what cold was.
If he's all they get, they will make sure he knows he is everything.
.....
Sometimes David wants to take Shane by the shoulders and apologize to him for making him think he has to be everything. You don't have to try so hard to be perfect for us, he wants to say. You're perfect to us because you're you, you're ours, don't you know how we prayed and hoped and waited just for you to exist, don't you know that's enough?
Much, much later as he waves to him (to them) in late evening sunshine, he sees Shane relax behind the windshield with a loving hand on the back of his neck. David feels something inside of him loosen.
.....
On Shane’s wedding day, David embraces both his sons and dances with his wife and my god, if this is all he ever gets in life, no man has ever been so lucky.
.....
"Are you ready?" Shane is smiling and his eyes are shiny. Ilya looks much the same.
David is dizzy. But he nods and holds his hands out. Shane places the baby in his arms and oh, she's so tiny. He forgot how tiny they start out.
Her little knit hat is yellow.
"Hey there, honeybee," he murmurs, and his voice is foggy with unshed tears. "I'm your grandpa."
oblivious neil/jealous andrew but it's not just andrew who gets jealous. all the foxes see some guy flirting with neil, and every single one of them immediately starts to intervene because hey wtf you can't do that! that's neil! neil is andrew's! this cannot happen it is preposterous get away from him!!???
If you asked Sirius what his favorite sex position is, he would answer differently every time.
He would say missionary because he wants to watch Remus’s face or hear him whine into his neck. His legs would be so tightly wrapped around Remus’s back, pulling him closer and closer and closer even though there was no space between them. Remus would have Sirius’s hands over his head, fingers interlocked against the mattress, in a way that was so intimate. He liked feeling close to Remus. All the praise, soft moans, quiet “I love you,”s. He liked to feel so loved and taken care of.
But he would also 100% be into doggy. Remus got possessive near the full moon, and Sirius loved to tease him and get him all jealous. He loved how wild he got, chasing his own pleasure instead of Sirius’s. He loved the way Remus would slide a hand down his back and smack his ass every time Sirius would thrust backwards into him. He loved the degradation, being told what a slut he is with his head being pushed farther into the pillow. He liked being used.
He would also mention being on top and riding Remus into oblivion. Remus wouldn’t take long to turn into a whimpering mess under him. He would tease him, embarrass him, turn him into a blushing mess. Remus would try covering his face, but Sirius would take his hands away and plant them firmly on his hips, maybe even along his stomach. “Don’t be shy, baby,” he would say, “I feel you all the way here. Can you feel yourself in my stomach, moony?” Just as Remus was so close to his finish, Sirius would slow down, lean against his chest, and grind slowly on his dick. Mouthing along his throat, whispering just about the naughtiest things he could imagine. Sirius loves watching Remus take down his guard. He loves to take care of him.
If you asked Remus what his favorite sex position is he would just say “Whatever Sirius wants.”
i wanted to write a lil ficlet for my beloved @loontattoo & they requested hollanov + piss. it ended up being a lot fluffier than i first intended but i rly do like how it turned out! i hope u like it teddy bby 🫂
warnings: piss kink (peeing together)
"i can't fucking believe this. i cannot fucking believe this," shane has been repeating this same phrase over and over for the past ten minutes as he rushes alongside ilya to get ready, furiously brushing his teeth and staring angrily at himself in the bathroom mirror, "can't fucking believe this shit."
"it will be fine," ilya reassures him for what must be the fiftieth time, toweling off from his two minute shower, "we will be maybe an hour late. max."
"that's not fine, ilya," shane groans, "an hour is not good, you're the fucking captain."
"yes, i am the captain, and i'm not worried. so you shouldn't be worried either."
shane makes another frustrated noise of indignation and spits in the sink, shoving his toothbrush into its holder and reaching down to splash his face with cold water. he doesn't know how the fuck they managed to let this happen. he has never been late to practice. never. not once in his entire hockey career. and now, only one week into his placement on the centaurs, the unthinkable has happened.
"we need to start setting dual alarms," shane mumbles as he dries his face and tugs off his briefs, "i can't be in charge of it when it's the two of us, not when you're so fucking-" he cuts himself off, groaning again.
"so fucking....what?" shane can see ilya smiling in the mirror's reflection as he stands naked behind him, rubbing his thighs with his towel.
"so fucking horny in the mornings," shane says with a roll of his eyes, and then he's passing ilya to take his turn in the shower. he pays no mind to the firm slap ilya lays on his right ass cheek.
"oh, i'm sorry, did you not want me to fuck you?" ilya asks sardonically as shane turns on the shower, "mister 'i'm still all open'? mister 'fill me up again, please, ilya'?"
"can't hear you!"
"mister 'make me take it'?" ilya calls a little louder, even though he knows shane can hear him fine over the water, "mister 'fuck me awake'?"
"well, you didn't do a very good job did you?" shane calls back, frantically soaping himself, "you fucked me back to sleep."
"because it was good!"
"that's beside the point! you shouldn't have let me! and you shouldn't have fallen back asleep too!" shane grimaces a bit as he slows his washing speed to gently clean his hole, still sore and fucked open, "and now we're late for practice on my second fucking week."
"you know i will take full responsibility, shane."
shane shakes his head against the hot water and grumbles, rinsing himself quickly and then shutting it off. he stumbles out and ilya holds out a fresh towel, peering at him with a much more apologetic expression.
"i am sorry," he says, voice firm and serious, "you know i am sorry."
shane takes it from him and breathes deeply, "i know, baby."
"i did not mean to fall back asleep, really."
"i know," unable to stop himself when his husband is being so genuine and sweet, shane reaches over to cradle the back of his head, pulling ilya's face toward his. he kisses him softly, fingers tangling in his curls, "i love you," he mumbles against his lips, "i'm not really mad at you."
"i know you're not," ilya murmurs, brushing their noses together, "you are stressed. i love you too."
"now put some clothes on," shane tells him as he pulls away, "and let anya out to pee."
ilya salutes him and leaves the bathroom to go get changed, smiling to himself when he sees shane in the mirror checking out his ass. typical.
shane towels off his wet skin and reaches for his lotion. he'll be damned if he's gonna deal with the uncomfortable feeling of dry skin all day, even if he's in a rush. he moisturizes his body as quickly as he can and then carefully applies some soothing cream to his hole, hissing a little bit at the cool sensation. it's a reminder that this really is his fault, not ilya's. shane had been the one to shut off the alarm. he'd been the one who rolled over onto his stomach while ilya sleepily sat up. he'd been the one who'd murmured, "you fucked me so deep last night," then widened his legs and added "i'm still all open."
he can't really blame ilya for immediately reaching down to thumb his hole, cooing softly and croaking out a soft and sleepy, "are you sore, sweetheart? or do you need more?"
of course he'd asked for more.
he tosses the cream back onto the counter and nakedly walks to the toilet. piss, get dressed, grab water and a protein bar, leave the house, he thinks to himself. plan what the fuck you're gonna say to coach on the way there. don't let ilya take the fall.
at the thought of ilya, his husband suddenly returns to the bathroom, no longer naked, "anya is all good," he confirms with a smile, "i'm ready to go, just need to piss."
"just wait a second," shane says, already aiming his soft cock at the toilet bowl, "i'm going first."
ilya doesn't respond and shane figures he's just waiting his turn, standing by. shane's not bothered; it's nothing ilya hasn't seen before. he relaxes himself and starts peeing, still going over the short task list in his head.
it's only a few seconds later that his stream is suddenly joined by another.
"ilya, what the fuck," shane groans, but ilya can hear in his voice that he's not actually mad. he would never dream of doing this if he knew shane would be uncomfortable, "you can't just wait?"
"no," ilya says with a sly smile. shane looks down to see where ilya is holding himself, cock similarly soft and clean, releasing a steady stream, "is hot, yes? kind of?"
shane's about to say no, but then ilya is directing his stream over shane's, allowing them to cross. wordless, shane angles his cock to meet ilya's stream even more, eyes going a little glazed over as he watches both his and his husband relieve themselves together. ilya chuckles softly, and shane feels his big hand palm his lower back, pulling him a little closer. their sides touch, shane's naked body and ilya's clothed one, and shane shivers.
"fuck, it is kind of hot," shane murmurs, and he leans his head over to rest it on ilya's shoulder, still gazing down at their streams. he notices that ilya's cock is hardening a little bit, watches as his husband gently tugs his foreskin back a little.
"you're getting hard," ilya says suddenly, taking the words right out of shane's mouth. shane's brow furrows and he looks down at his own cock to see that ilya is very correct.
"fuck," shane says softly, acknowledging his hardening length but also acknowledging that this is really turning him on. he can't believe how much it's turning him on, actually. if they weren't late...
"d'you want me to pee on your cock?" ilya asks, and it's not a joke, it's a genuine question.
"fuck," shane says again, closing his eyes, "...not right now," he shakes his head in disbelief at his own words.
"oh god, hollander," ilya groans, resting his head against shane's as his stream starts to taper off "i think we might like piss stuff."
"now is not the time to explore that," shane admonishes, though he can't help but smile a little.
"but later?"
"yes. for sure."
ilya groans again and rubs shane's bare back softly as both their streams die out. shane thinks about ilya's offer, pictures what it would look like, what it would feel like, for ilya to claim him in that way. he shivers again as he taps off his excess, reaching over to grab a square of toilet paper.
"wait," ilya murmurs, and shane waits.
ilya tugs shane into him a little more so they're almost facing each other, angling their cocks together. still holding his own, ilya carefully taps the head of his cock against shane's, lets a small dribble of piss leak down onto shane's tip. they watch as it drips down slowly, and shane lets out a soft sound of pleasure.
"that's mine," ilya murmurs.
shane buries his face in ilya's neck, nodding against his warm skin as his cock thickens, "it is," he groans, "but fuck, ilya, this is not the time."
"i know," ilya rubs the head of his cock against shane's once more before pulling back, taking the square of toilet paper from shane's hand and dabbing himself, "now go get dressed or else wiebe will make you team goalie."
"Without Ilya, Shane would have repressed his sexuality and never accepted he was gay"
WRONG! Without Ilya, Shane would have accepted he was gay much sooner. He wouldn't have had any other choice.
So, I know this sounds counterintuitive, what do you mean sleeping with a man for years stalled Shane's gay realization?
Well, walk with me.
For starters, Shane in HR is not delusional enough to think he is straight, he knows he's attracted to men, he knows and accepts this even if he doesn't like it. But he's clinging to the idea that he's also attracted to women, that he's bisexual.
It's all about not having found "the right woman" yet. And this is why in canon he accepts it quickly after Rose, because Rose IS that perfect woman. If he didn't feel attracted to her, he wasn't going to be attracted to anyone else.
And his attraction to men in general, while definetly present, was just not that strong. He goes and has mediocre sex with two men who aren't Ilya, and has mediocre sex with women. Rozanov then doesn't become proof he likes men more, he becomes an anomaly. Men in general are as lackluster as women.
The answer then is that he needs to find the Rozanov of women. He's waiting for that, for another, female, anomaly.
If Shane had never met Ilya, the reactions he would have to other men would only be compared to the ones he has to women. Eventually he would have slept with some dude, and it wouldn't have been mindblowing sex.
Shane would have mediocre sex with men, and mediocre sex with women, and both would lack some luster, but the difference would be fucking obvious. No hiding from the fact that even the unsatisfying sex feels better with men.
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