Anna S.

Heated Rivalry (TV), Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov (mostly), 14k

They've already been so careless, unbelievably, intoxicatingly careless. Shane can’t shake the sense that they’re on the lam. It feels like their bodies belong to each other, but at the end of the day, they are both stolen property.

A what if that diverges from canon at the beginning of Episode 6 and explores what could have happened in the absence of the Ottawa plan.

Heated Rivalry (TV), Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, 4k

He’s never touched Hollander properly outside of a closed room; never had the chance to know what he feels like under the glow of the streetlights, where anybody could see. His mouth might taste different out in the world. 

Or: one last hurrah before the tuna meltdown.

Can't stop, won't stop. With one or two exceptions, this is a very Ilya-centric batch of stories.

I'll build a house inside of you by @jtimu (66k, shane x ilya)

“I want to remember this,” Ilya had said then. It was two presses with his thumb to snap his phone’s camera on, his other hand still tangled in Hollander’s hair. Hollander who had looked dumbly back at him, his mouth pink and wet, desire a physical weight across his skin. You have to delete that, Hollander texted the next day, and Ilya could not contain the fizzing annoyance that this was the only thing that Hollander wanted to talk to him about. He kept it on his phone out of a combination of horniness and spite, looked at the video every time he jerked off, months of masturbatory fodder. 

The devastating fallout from a phone hack. A truly excellent rendering of one of my favorite fanfic tropes (marriages of convenience) and a well-earned ending.

For the Right Reasons by @citrusses (62k, shane x ilya)

Rozanov says, "Then what is the problem? Tomorrow you give Tiffani a kiss, it will be very nice for her. Will be nice for you, too. Yes?"  Shane glares at him, and Rozanov's marble jaw melts into a smile. When he smiles like this, he looks like a prowling cat. Hunger lurks so obviously behind his teeth. Shane can see it.  "Hm," Rozanov hums, when Shane stays quiet. "Maybe not nice for you. But Hollander, it will be nice for me." 

Even though I devour everything citrusses writes, I resisted this one for weeks because I couldn't quite wrap my head around the idea of Shane on the Bachelor. I've never been more wrong. Of course, Shane would get talked into a reality show, and of course, it would be a bit of a train wreck. Ilya is somehow both harder to pin down and more charismatic as a TV show producer. This story is laced with the same deliciously addictive drugs as the source material.

black dog by delagauchetiere (68k, shane x ilya)

Chernysh showed me park today, he texts Hollander that evening. Chernysh had barked at the back door around three o'clock and took himself off through the fence after Ilya let him out. Ilya guesses he'd had enough couch and television time. Oh yeah? Hollander texts back. It's a nice park. He likes to run. No running. Just walking. He was going easy on you then Hmph. Ilya thinks for a minute. He doesn't want to show his hand here, but also he doesn't want to make Chernysh sick, so. What does Chernysh eat? The reply comes quickly. Don't feed my dog. Serious. What does he eat? Serious, please don't feed my dog.

This slow-burn snuck up on me slowly and then consumed me. AU that diverges from canon after the Prospect Cup, with a sprinkling of something extra.