Joëlle | french canadian | after a long hiatus and a Doctor Who & X-files phase, welcome to my heated rivalry phase | I will always be obsessed with stuff
"golden" | hollanov | 1326 words | @hollanovmicrofic
Also available to read on AO3 if you prefer!
WARNING: This has a "beautifully devastating" vibe to it and made both of my lovely beta-readers cry, so... Don't read if you don't want to Feel Things. 💛
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These are their golden years, Shane thinks,
In this golden hour, Ilya's aged face illuminated by the golden sunset in the Canadian sky, golden shadows cast deep into the wrinkles of his skin, he's glowing, hazel eyes catching the rays and sparkling like twin golden suns, white hair gleaming golden like it once did,
Silence is golden, they hold each other, cling to each other, laying together in a golden hammock, legs intertwined, fingers twisting together, matching golden rings reflecting the golden star low on the horizon,
You are the best thing in my life,
Today is their golden anniversary, a day to remind Ilya of the thousands upon thousands of golden memories from the last fifty (née sixty-three) years,
I love you,
Always
Maybe from the first time I saw you,
I am thinking only about you right now,
Shane remembers enough golden times for the both of them—
He's Canada's golden boy, stumbling over himself to shake Ilya Rozanov's hand,
Desperately gripping Ilya's golden-brown curls in a Nashville hotel room and fuck he looks gorgeous in the golden glow of the lamps,
Settling for silver when Scott Hunter wins the Olympic golden medal, finding it hard to care when Ilya is pushing him away,
Watching Scott Hunter lift the golden Cup, kissing his golden boyfriend for the whole world to see, "It changed things, for me at least, maybe for us," then– lifting the golden Cup together with Ilya, kissing on the ice as golden husbands,
Golden light streaming through the windows that first morning at the cottage, "I like you," "I like you too," a small golden revelation,
Squeezing his eyes shut as Ilya speeds them over the Golden Gate Bridge in a rented Maserati, "You're gonna get pulled over!" and a smug grin when the golden state cop turns on her siren,
Attending the Golden Globes together, proud as Rose accepts her award in a shimmering golden gown,
Holding Ilya as he sobs, golden necklace missing, "She's gone, she's gone," crying in relief when she's found, buying an unbreakable golden chain so it never happens again,
Ilya's wrinkled hand ghosting over the golden cross at his neck and saying so quietly, "I don't remember why I wear this,"
An Alzheimer's clinic with a golden Caduceus logo, twin golden snakes twisting around each other, "Promise you won't let me forget our life together,"
Bringing home their golden child, their little golden sun, golden light of their lives, can't decide on a name yet, just sweet солнышко,
Days later, their unnamed baby's brown eyes shining up at him, golden in the sun, Ilya murmurs, "Мой мир– Я думаю, тебя зовут Мира," Moy mir– I think your name is Mira,
Crying because the name is perfect, so perfect, they have a golden life,
Explaining the golden ratio to his husband, "This means I am perfect?" "Yes, of course, you're perfect, so perfect,"
Mira explaining the Golden Age of Cosmology, the Golden Number, the Golden Gate of the Ecliptic, golden terms from their astrophysics courses, brilliant солнышко,
Getting drunk and watching GoldenEye with Sveta, her golden peals of laughter, Ilya jumping up dramatically, "I am invincible!"
A disastrous trip to the golden desert of Arizona, golden barrel cacti needles lodged in Ilya's skin,
Fabian on stage covered in golden jewelry, working the room into a sexual frenzy,
Golden sand in Ibiza, golden waves lapping at the shore, tan skin and dark golden freckles, Ilya can't stop staring, pressing golden kisses to his cheeks,
"What's a golden shower?" he asks, then regrets– Red, he thinks, but one day he realizes, "Maybe that's Yellow now," (Ilya snickers) "Shut up!"
Actual golden handcuffs purchased at an outrageous price, indulgent, ridiculous, but fun, such golden fun,
Driving two hours, desperate to see Ilya's golden Gladiator costume on Halloween, to tear it off into a golden heap on the floor,
Five golden rings playing every Christmas at the Hollander home, exchanging gifts under the golden lights of the tree in the living room,
Ilya opening the golden box to find a golden bow on their new puppy's head, a golden retriever with floppy golden ears, already licking at Ilya's joyful tears,
Adopting a goldendoodle too because "Shane, she needs a friend!"
The smell of golden delicious apples in the air at the Drover Family orchard, taste of golden cider on their tongues,
Slow dancing at Troy and Harris's wedding, Taylor Swift on the speakers, But it's golden, Like daylight (like daylight),
Twirling under the golden glow of a thousand golden twinkle lights,
A new golden chain under his Metros jersey, a hidden golden ring for play-offs, smirking as Ilya totally loses that face-off,
Deep bruising all along his side fading to golden shades of yellow, Ilya pressing soft kisses into the golden skin to make it better,
"What do you think of the name Aurelie?" "Pretty, is French?" "It means the golden one," and Ilya whispers, "Elie for short,"
Blur of blinding golden headlights, rushing Elie to the hospital, skin and eyes golden with jaundice, that sticky golden-yellow visitor pass, worn for four days,
Elie, their golden girl, winning a golden trophy at her first regional hockey tournament, following in their golden footsteps before carving her own golden path, their wild котёнок,
Relaxing by golden bonfires at the cottage, at their Ottawa home, in Bood's backyard,
Anya asleep in her bed by the golden light of the fireplace,
Sighing deeply as Ilya pulls up to the golden arches on a road trip, the children cheering, "McDonald's! McDonald's!"
Two golden eagles flying over the lake, as identified in his bird-watching book, "So boring in your retirement," Ilya teases,
David helping Ilya put on golden mother-of-pearl cufflinks the morning of their wedding, "I've always felt so lucky to have a son as wonderful as Shane that I never expected to be blessed with a second one,"
Ilya wearing those golden cufflinks when they bury David, Yuna in a golden dress amidst a sea of black because "He told me to wear something happy,"
Their children running in fields of golden sunflowers during that week in Provence, golden je t'aimes murmured against each other's lips,
A golden crown on Ilya's head, King of the Pillow Fort, their grandchildren giggling on the floor,
Itchy eyes and sneezing noses on the first day of school every fall, goldenrod pollen thick in the golden spring air,
Tasting golden syrup in Australia, also known as cocky's joy or cocky's delight, Ilya's golden grin when he learns that, an old man with a child's heart,
Listening to a Golden Oldies playlist in their golden oldie years, that warm golden feeling when shine bright like a diamond rings out,
Golden electric candles covering every surface of Ilya's living room, "Yes, I am saying yes, Hollander," golden tears shimmering in his eyes,
A tiered cake with edible golden leaves, fifty candles blazing in golden flames, a fire hazard really, but Elie insists, "It's your anniversary! You know Papa likes lots of candles,"
Smiling golden faces all around at this golden celebration today, even as Ilya's smile becomes confused, mistaking their grown child for his Mama– Irina smiles through Mira like a golden conduit, always has,
Falling asleep outside on a golden blanket, golden auroras dancing in the night sky, a golden dawn the next morning,
"I saw Mama in my dream, she's waiting for me in the golden city," "Don't leave me yet, please–"
A million memories,
Thank you for those,
An invisible golden thread tying them together for infinity, a golden string of fate connecting their golden hearts, always, even in the golden afterlife,
Whatever happens,
I am with you,
Safe in your heart,
I believe it,
A rare golden day of lucidity, "We had a good life," Ilya says in that same deep voice of golden honey that Shane fell for sixty-three years ago— See you in final.
thinking about that one period in 2016 where i filled an entire sketchbook with drawings of scully. also happened to be the year i realized i'm a lesbian, what a strange coincidence 🤔
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