a long way from the playground - 2.8k - PG-13
How Ilya *really* bruised those ribs.
anya hollander-rozanov is a very good dog - 3.6k - PG
Anya is a very good dog. That’s what her dads tell her.
let me go home - 2.8k - E
He should do anything but what he does, which is stay here, numb and leaking tears, and let Shane hold him. To take what he’s offering and pretend it’s not too much to ask for.
like i love you - 2.3k - E
“How did we let this happen?” “We were both very stupid and irresponsible.”
the hollander-rozanov guide to caring for your newborn
Hockey is one thing, but new fatherhood is a whole different game.
Or: A series of glimpses into the life of Shane and Ilya as fathers during their adopted newborn daughter's first few weeks.
The Last of Us
vanishing hours
In the winter of 2025, Joel Miller hires Anna Williams to help as an office manager at his thriving construction business. An odd friendship blossoms between them, but Anna has secrets and a baby on the way, and Joel has a monkey on his back.
i know you by heart / the songbird universe
Joel and Ellie settle into their new lives in Jackson but it's not the easiest transition. Thankfully Jackson has a counselor to help with that. Or: The gay TLOU / Prospect crossover you didn't know you needed.
one day at a time
A drunken one-night stand with his patrol partner turns into a pregnancy / situationship. Or: Joel becomes a dad. Again.
the ghosts of babylon
A medical doctor turned hardened FEDRA soldier, Mira Hallowell is sent to spy on the settlement of Jackson Hole, Wyoming, 21 years after the cordyceps outbreak. Things get complicated when she finds an unexpected purpose in Jackson…and some unexpected companionship.
one-shots
heart on the run / hand on the gun - 20k - PG-13
A familiar face shows up in Jackson and forces Joel (and his family) to confront some old demons.
haunting me - 5k - PG-13
What if Joel was a ghost?
bright spots - 54k - PG-13
The hospital AU.
happy birthday, baby girl - 25k (in progress) - PG-13
Ellie has never had a birthday. Joel can fix that.
looking for the light - 750 - PG
"She is gravity and he is stuck in her orbit." A Joel & baby Sarah drabble.
walls of glass - 17k - PG-13
Joel and Ellie struggle to deal with the aftermath of Silver Lake.
❤️ A very belated thank you for the tags! @lauronk @sawymredfox @bumblepony @justwantedaccess @whocaresstillthelouvre
From "no one's father, no one's son", a canon-divergent AU in which I torment Ilya just a little longer before letting him get the guy:
It was an act of desperation, a pitiful attempt to get Shane off his mind, telling himself he was not royally fucked, that nothing had changed, that he could still enjoy sex without strings and feelings and deep brown eyes and rough, masculine hands—that he was still Ilya fucking Rozanov. He could still get off without Shane’s name on the tip of his tongue despite his imagination refusing to conjure anyone else. Their situation was impossible and he needed to get over it, move on.
He’d flown back from Montreal and gone out that same night, his first in a series of stupid mistakes. For one, the girl was local, and there was a reason he told his rooks not to shit where they ate—fuck around on the road, keep it clean at home. It’s why Sveta’s job in Boston was so convenient, but Sveta knew him too well, she’d want to know things, ask questions, she’d root him out, and he was too tender for the inevitable inquisition. Shane was a bruise that wouldn’t fucking heal and Sveta had pointy fingers and impeccable aim.
So, the girl. She’d introduced herself as M—like the letter, not the name—short and on the thicker side, blonde, pale skin like milk glass, not a freckle to be found, objectively great tits, and a nice smile. She looked nothing like Shane, which he felt was an important detail for the purposes of this little self-exorcism. He’d brought her back to his house—another mistake—and fucked her on the couch, doggy style so he wouldn’t see her face. They’d both gotten off, but it had been a miserable encounter. Memorable for all the wrong reasons, and certainly not productive.
Tagging @dancingonmoonbeams @aimlessglee @alexaprilgarden @messitydepressity @sundelionskyisland and anyone else who wants to share, tag me!
a pox on all your houses
Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov || T || 19k || Part 1 of 2
Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Getting Together, Sort Of, Situationships, Relationship Status: It's Complicated, Tuna Melt Canon Divergence, Pre-Tuna Melt, Fluff and Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Ilya Rozanov Fucked Around Now He's Finding Out
"Chlamydia?" Ilya has never heard Hollander's voice reach such heights in the absence of a cock. "You have chlamydia?"
"I did not get it on purpose," Ilya complains.
Svetlana: I'm going to fucking kill you
Ilya quirks an eyebrow.
Between his nationality, his profession, his love life, and the way he generally behaves as a human being, Ilya is very used to receiving death threats. This isn't the even the first one this week.
He does worry, sometimes, what he will do if he ever runs out of clever ways to reply.
Ilya: I will still be hotter than you
Ilya: And richer
Ilya: I hope you're not plotting my murder for the inheritance because no one is getting shit from me, it's all going to my massive fucking tombstone
Ilya: And a solid gold statue of me
Ilya: Outside the mausoleum I will build for all my trophies
I have already sent the concept art to my law—he's halfway through typing out, when Svetlana's reply finally pops up.
the hollander-rozanov guide to managing big feelings
https://archiveofourown.org/works/88016701
Rating: Teen
Word count: 13.8k
Tags: Heated Rivalry, Game Changers series by Rachel Reid, Ilya Rozanov / Shane Hollander, post s1e6 The Cottage, post The Long Game, kid fic, babyfic, depression, canon-typical depressive episode, Ilya needs a hug, Shane POV, day in the life, toddlerhood is wild y'all
Notes: First, thank you for your patience! As always, what was meant to be a short and sweet extension of the lives of the Holladads and Yara turned into a beast.
Second, the muse has no concept of chronology, so Yara is two years old here. Next time, you might see her at one, or four, or three, or twelve. It’s whatever my flighty little brain decides to latch onto in the moment.
Third, please mind the tags. This is majority fluff, but I can’t write pure fluff without making it hurt just a little, and a guide to managing big feelings requires…well, some big feelings. Ilya's having a canon-typical rough day.
To get a bit personal, I am all too familiar with Ilya’s flavor of high-functioning depression, and I found myself at my lowest around the time my youngest turned two, so I have some idea of what it's like to be stuck in your head (and your bed) while your chaotic family life carries on in the background. Three cheers for SSRIs and therapy!
I hope you'll enjoy this slice of family life. Thank you in advance for your kudos and comments, they always brighten my day! (Just realized I never posted this to Tumblr! I don't have a ton of Hollanov followers so nbd.)
Shane stirs to the sounds of shuffling at the bedroom door and a familiar voice.
“…Papa?”
He blinks awake; it can’t be after six, his alarm hasn’t even gone off.
“Hey, baby,” he murmurs. Ilya is snoring; usually Shane takes the morning shifts because he naturally wakes up earlier, but that doesn’t stop Yara from calling for Ilya by default. Even so, it’s very early by Yara’s standards. Even Anya lifts her head from her spot in the corner and puts it down again with an irritated snort.
“Dada?”
Two-year-old Yara pads over in sleep-rumpled pajamas, her stuffed loon—looking a bit worse for the wear after two years of devoted attention—tucked under one arm.
“You wanna cuddle?” Shane mumbles hopefully, reaching out, ready to pull Yara into his arms and catch a few more minutes of sleep with her tucked against his chest. Sometimes they can eke out an extra half hour this way, if their early riser isn’t too eager to start the day.
Not today, apparently. She shakes her head, pointing at the door. “Wun? Wun?”
Run?
Read more on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/88016701
Idk where this came from, but as soon as it popped into my mind, I had to write it. It was really fun to imagine this scenario and picture Frankie and Ben. I hope anyone who reads it enjoys it! Happy Pride people!
Thank you, @schnarfer, for always helping me and offering me the best song ever for this, Love Story by Taylor Swift. And to my friends, @milla-frenchy and @bergamote-catsandbooks, for letting me ramble as much as I wanted about these boys. Love you all!♥️
Part IV// Part V// Series Masterlist// Masterlist// AO3
pairing: Frankie Morales x Ben Miller
summary: A night at a karaoke bar prompts a show of love
word cound: 1200
tags/warnings: fluff, corny vibes, non-sexual intimacy, two boys in love being silly and besotted with each other
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
Coming here, to The Shack, a karaoke bar, wouldn't have been Frankie's first choice, nor his second or third, but the decision hadn't been in his hands. He and Will had found themselves outnumbered, completely and absolutely. Outvoted, two to four, thoroughly defeated, standing alone while Hannah and Yovanna, Will and Santi's girls, easily persuaded Ben and Santi. It hadn't taken them much, just a couple of encouraging words and a promise of a good party- to support their proposal and attend tonight's special Pride karaoke night at the pub owned by a friend of a friend of Hannah.
Frankie would have been happy to go to their usual bar, be surrounded by its familiar wood-panelled walls and sticky tables. But in the end he had relented, unable to say no to his friends and Ben's excitement, grumbling, for show more than anything else, alongside Will as they drove to the other side of town to the pub.
The bar has filled since they arrived. It's packed now. Full of people; friends and couples, dressed as they pleased, being themselves freely, proud of who they are, ready to enjoy the night, get loose, and sing. This all fills the place with a magnetic energy, a sense of aliveness that thrums, and Frankie can't ignore, he’s imbued in it.
He's sitting with Will at one of the tables in the middle of the bar, still fascinated by the people and the place, the dark walls adorned with band posters, the music filling the space, the disco balls swirling and creating kaleidoscopic dancing rays, and the colourful decorations, the hundreds of rainbow flags sprinkling the walls, ceiling and tables, lighting the place, making everyone feel welcomed and accepted, treasured.
"They are having a blast," Will mutters, smirking, nudging his beer bottle forward, signalling the rest of the gang on the stage, dancing together as they sing.
Frankie gazes at them, endeared by their behaviour, the joy brimming in their expressions as the realisation sinks in. He'd been so focused on his surroundings that his brain hadn't paid attention to the song they had chosen. Taylor Swift's Love Story. It's no longer a nameless sound, but a known piece, one he has a hunch Ben had brought forward, for he has heard him sing it at home enough times to learn some of the lyrics.
Santi's a bit apart from the other three. He's fumbling, trying his best, so concentrated on keeping up with the rhythm of the song that he doesn't notice how out of tune he is. The girls and Ben, though, are a whole different story. They are living the music, eyes closed, beaming faces, arms thrown over each other's shoulders, not needing to look at the screen to remember the song's lyrics, yelling more than singing, with such enthusiasm that the people at the bar are applauding and singing along with them.
“You know…” Will starts, “I was worried when you and Benny told us about your relationship. The selfish part of me feared what would happen to all of us if you two didn't make it. But also-" he sighs, taking a second to gather his thoughts, anxiously tapping his fingers against the table. "You two fit so perfectly. It feels like you are meant to be together. I was terrified of what a break-up could do to either of you,” he confesses, leaving Frankie stunned. He had been so happy for them from the first moment that Frankie hadn't realized he'd harboured such concerns.
"Not anymore?" Frankie asks as his feelings swell and tears gather around his eyes.
“No. If anyone can make it, it's you two. I've never seen a more well-adjusted couple in my life, apart from my parents." Will's admission soothes Frankie, as much as he's ready to fight for his relationship with Ben, their family's acceptance and support means the world to him.
"You and Hanna have something really good going on too," Frankie manages to say, swallowing the wave of emotion Will’s admission has caused.
"I hope so. I want to propose to her," Will sheepishly confesses.
"What! That's big, man! Congratulations!" Frankie clasps Will's shoulder, overjoyed for his brother.
"Thank you, Fish,” he says, clasping Frankie’s shoulder back. “I might need some help picking up the ring."
"I'll be there," Frankie promises.
"The thing is, I'm thrilled for you and Benny. And I really want you to know that,” he squeezes his hold on Frankie’s shoulder, wanting Frankie to believe him, before looking back at the stage. “Although, fuck man,” Will chuckles, staring at his brother. “I really hope you’re aware of the doofus you’re going to marry, because he’s on fire right now.”
Frankie looks forward, in time with Ben, unashamedly pointing at Frankie and yelling his name, making sure everyone knows to whom he’s singing, getting more energetic and keyed up as the bar's hoots of approval get louder and louder.
"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince, and I'll be the princess
It's a love story, baby, just say yes"
“Yeah,” he agrees with Will, staring at Ben as he sings for him, and a blush, deep enough to be seen under the bar's lighting, covers his cheeks.
"This love is difficult, but it's real
Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess
It's a love story, baby, just say yes."
Frankie shakes his head in disbelief, gazing at his man, mesmerized and bashful at his performance, as the song reaches its final peak. He will never get tired of watching him, of falling for him over and over again.
Frankie can't stop his lips from curling, sketching a soft besotted smile on his face, aware of how he’s completely and absolutely doomed, smitten beyond salvation, happy to be so, thrilled. It's a smile Frankie doesn't need to hide, doesn't want to; certain that he's reciprocated with the same fervour, in love in a way he had always thought was a myth.
"Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone
I love you, and that's all I really know."
Frankie's hand moves instinctively, crossing his index and middle fingers over his heart. It's a coded sign. A silent "I love you" that he and Ben share when the emotion is too big and overwhelming to say the words out loud. Ben returns the gesture instantly, keeping his palm covering his heart, making Frankie shiver with his voice, deep and baritone, undeniably male, and the intensity in his eyes.
"It's a love story, baby, just say yes."
Frankie doesn't need to think. He will always say yes to Ben, desirous of every new day, bad and good and ordinary, with him.
Part IV: A Good Morning
Npt! (because there was interest on my WIPs and people who read the other chapters and asked to be tagged!) @aurorawritestoescape @604to647 @sixhours @baronessvonglitter @simpingforjoel @arcane-fox @whocaresstillthelouvre @beefrobeefcal @tinytinymenace @time-for-my-weekly-spanking @thedilfdiaries @kokoluwie @missadangel @the-blind-assassin-12 @cozymochaa @littlepedrito @sin-djarin @speaktothehandpeasants @jessthebaker @rosharanfiction @maggiemayhemnj @littleredpandanaps @grogusmum @readingiskeepingmegoing @copperhalfcent @pedrit0-pascalit0 @maried01 @just-ashlee @iknowisoundcrazyreads
Rozanov swaggers up to the bed, gloriously naked, dick swinging obscenely between his legs.
Shane can’t look away. His face grows hot, which makes no sense at all. He’s seen Rozanov’s cock before—has touched it, held it in his mouth, felt every thick inch of it inside him. It’s absurd for him to be blushing like a virgin at the sight of it.
He tears his eyes away before Rozanov can say something obnoxious like “Like what you see?” or “Is rude to stare,” but Rozanov is towering over him now, and when Shane drags his gaze up, his entire field of vision is filled with rippling muscles.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters.
“Like what you see?” Rozanov asks, looking down at himself.
“Yeah,” Shane says, resigned. No point in denying it.
Warm hands cup his face, tip his head back. “Is rude to stare, you know.”
Shane allows himself to melt into the touch. “I know.”
He feels the tension drain from his shoulders the moment their mouths meet.
the hollander-rozanov guide to caring for your newborn (art!)
Ever since I finished the hollander-rozanov guide to caring for your newborn, I've had this image from Chapter 25 in my head. I finally did something about it and commissioned this beautiful piece from @kenobiwanx and I swear it's like she looked directly into my brain and pulled this out and I could not be happier! Look at them! They're so soft. 🥹
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
(Psst! Gio is accepting commissions for July, she's fantastic to work with, I cannot say enough good things. ❤️)
Rules: make a poll with 10 of your favorite shows (they can just be 10 shows you loved watching or your top shows of all time) then tag 10 people.
Thank you for the tag, @sixhours ♥️
The shows…
Andor
The Mandalorian
The Last of Us
Our Flag Means Death
Borgen
Ted Lasso
Archer
Star Trek: Next Generation
The White Lotus (S3)
Rings of Power
Voting ended onJun 22
And I tag @ennisnovember @kizzyataphelion @andthetardis @starrla89 @shirleycarlton @iamsherlocked-1998 @maggiemayhemnj @caressthosecheekbones @zerr-issen @lunalika @saltwaterandstars ♥️
Ilya Rozanov x Shane Hollander | 18+ | read it only on ao3 - ch 1 is up!
Rozanov shoved himself upright from the wall and shook his head. “Good luck, Hollander. You will need.”
Before Shane could even react, Rozanov turned and disappeared around the corner.
“Dude, what an asshole,” Jonesy said, staring after Rozanov.
or, Hollander and Rozanov, in all the moments in between.
a/n: this fic is 4 parts (mostly aligned with episodes 1, 2, 4, and 5) and it's already finished. I’ll post a chapter every weekend until we're done, starting today! (it takes me a while to format these for reasons you'll see, lol). Thank you to my always amazing beta @katareyoudrilling and @justagalwhowrites for giving it a read!! Title paraphrased from My Backwards Walk by Frightened Rabbit.
This fic exists because I was thinking about the show’s timeline and started wondering about all of the other times they would see and possibly talk to each other that we didn’t get to see. NHL teams play each other multiple times a year and the players may see each other beyond that. Their rivalry was so entrenched, so widely understood to be real, that something had to be going on in their interactions for others to look at them and only have it reinforce their understanding that yeah, those two guys fucking hate each other. I have read the books, but this is largely based on show-canon, because Jacob Tierney’s thing about how the show is structured around their memories has such a hold on me, my god. And that means the interactions we saw in the show stood out to them and maybe the others didn’t as much. And why would that be?
On the hockey: I based their hockey schedules on the real-life Boston and Montreal schedules from those years. I think I’ll post my detailed notes on the timeline in a second work in a series, maybe? I spent A LOT of time and effort on it, lol. Like the whole first month of working on this fic was the timeline.
Other notes: I mostly used the real-life All Star Game locations when not specified in canon, I skipped the 2012-2013 partial season lockout (let’s pretend the CBA negotiations went well) but kept the CBA changes (notably about how many games they play against each other per year because of the divisional realignment starting the 2013-14 season, and the fact that after the 2013 veterans don’t really have roommates on roadies), I added in normal hockey stuff like the combine, I call it the Stanley Cup because I can do what I want, and I use the real-life awards names for the same reason (Calder for Rookie of the Year, Rocket Richard for most goals, Ted Lindsey, Hart, etc. I’ll link and explain when needed).
Some (if not all) of the hockey moments are also based on real things I’ve seen in games or clips of games. I watch a lot of hockey.
I’ve used moments from the show as sort of guideposts along the way so it’s easy as the reader to figure out where we are in the timeline (I hope). I hope all of this makes sense in general, lol.
On the Russian: I speak Russian, so there’s some Russian in here. But I don’t speak 20-something fuckboy jock Russian, so fellow Russian speakers, if you have feedback on what Ilya would sound like, I’m happy to take it. Спасибо большое))
And thank you to the amazing La_Temperanza for the instructions on inserting translations via hover text and text message formatting!
tags/warnings: flirting, cursing, lots of hockey, texting, some Russian, real-life hockey stuff repurposed as i wish, a bunch of slightly off-screen sex, kissing, rimming, oral sex, dirty talk, all the in-between moments while they're falling in love, these hockey dorks have bewitched me body and soul, no use of AI because in this house we say FUCK AI
I didn't tag my tag list because this is a whole new fandom, lol. but you can subscribe on ao3! or just let me know, I'll tag you. <3
A medical doctor turned hardened FEDRA soldier, Mira Hallowell is sent to spy on the settlement of Jackson Hole, Wyoming, 21 years after the cordyceps outbreak. Things get complicated when she finds an unexpected purpose in Jackson…and some unexpected companionship.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut.
Words: ~80k
Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel Miller, Joel Miller x OFC!Mira, Joel & Ellie, Joel is bad at feelings and relationships, Ellie is a little shit (affectionate), canon-compliant with season 1, SMUT, bisexual!OFC, bisexual female character, PTSD, angst, angst with a happy ending, romance, sex work, sexually explicit content, abortion, medical trauma, discussions of pregnancy (but no babies here), suicide, suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, panic attacks, no age gap, I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3
Notes: Welcome to my first rewrite! I started the original Ghosts in 2023 and published it in 2024, my first foray into writing and fandom after a long absence. It was a Reader fic because that seemed like the standard in the fandom at the time.
I have nothing against Reader fics! I love ‘em, but as I’ve grown into my writing and my style, I find I’m less inclined to write that way. Eventually, I started reimagining Ghosts with an identifiable female protagonist and decided to rewrite it with that in mind. In addition to changing the pronouns, I made several tweaks and improvements to the characterizations, the smut, and the flow. The overarching story stays the same.
(If you prefer the Reader version, don’t worry! It’s not going anywhere. You can still read it here.)
The title is a lyric from the song “This Time Tomorrow” by Brandi Carlisle:
But our holy dreams of yesterday aren’t gone,
They still haunt us like the ghosts of Babylon,
And the breaking of the day might bring you sorrow,
You know I may not be around this time tomorrow,
But I’ll always be with you.
I was absolutely sucked into this story from the moment I started until the moment it ended - the pacing was incredible, the details so immersive, the vocabulary! and your writing skills! and the characterization! all of it makes me want to come and give you a squeeze and gush over an afternoon coffee about how talented you are!!
The opening is something that I've read a few times ❤️ this overlap with Joel's story, your one sentence mentions of what's happening to him thousands of miles away - they are freaking genius. It's such a simple thing to not only place the reader in the story timeline, but to also remind us that there are literally millions of others going through their own traumatic story at the same time, which makes it all so fascinating.
The development of Mira and Joel's relationship was so incredibly perfect - the hesitancy, the need pouring over in place of vulnerability, the masking they both did until they didn't. You nailed him down so, so well. Everything from his dry humor to his anger. I am in awe!
The part of the story where she confesses and he finds her and nurses her back - I need to let you know how much my chest was aching. Those chapters of them in the cabin are some of the most heart wrenching and the most well written things I've read in awhile. A week later the feeling is still sticking with me, and that's because you did such an amazing job at describing where they both were in their heads. Your talent!!
Thank you so much for sharing this with us, for your amazing hard work on the rewrite and for being such a brilliant story teller!
Kelli my dear, my love, my sweet, thank you from the bottom of my heart. ❤️
When I think about wandering into this fandom (late, as usual) with my bag full of plot bunnies and my crusty dusty writing skills, I was so warmly welcomed, and you were one of the first.
I am so glad you checked out the rewrite and gave it a chance. 🥹 If you're ever in Maine I will absolutely get that coffee with you (or vice-versa!)
jane austen pride and prejudice / julio cortázar hopscotch / sylvia plath the unabridged journals / unknown / madeline miller the song of achilles / jack kerouac the dharma bums / richard siken "crush" / walt whitman "when i heard at the close of the day" / james baldwin giovanni's room / hermann hesse narziss and goldmund
