Musings for muses.

Part one of The Russian Chronicles.

At 12 years old, Shane demanded he be allowed to go to a week's International Exchange for Hockey wunderkinder. Whilst Yuna didn't want her baby to go, he'd long outgrown her motherly fretting, eventually she said yes.

And so, that’s how Yuna found herself in the airport being handed a Russian-English dictionary and one Ilya Rozanov.

Look at this man experiencing freckles and awkward Canadian politeness and developing a fat crush.

My favourite part however is as Shane is leaving clearly uncomfortable with how their conversation went (he does a head tilt like "well, that went horribly")

Ilya notices and that's when he chirps, immediately making Shane more comfortable as he chirps back. And thus, their lovingly teasing, when they say "asshole" and "boring" they really mean "I love you" dynamic is born.

Goalie Shane for the win! 🥅 💕

https://archiveofourown.org/works/79091681/chapters/207488696

No serious hockey fan or sports commentator worth their salt would have considered record-breaking Boston superstar Ilya Rozanov to be Shane Hollander’s rival exactly, but sleeping with a man who had a specific offense-related vendetta against him and a wrist shot like a jet engine to back it up was probably ill-advised just the same.

But in the last one he not only catches his eye but he *smiles* and Ilya fucking *melts*.