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home economics

M. 31,327 words. Shane and Ilya get stranded as housemates in Switzerland. Goes about as well as you'd expect. Beautifully written.

Throat Curtain?

E. 26,095 words. 6/7 chapters. A dentist inspects Shane's throat and finds out. Funny as shit.

Wolfbird

E. 180,137 words. 14/? chapters. Sex worker Ilya and hockey player Shane. The hottest thing I've ever read.

Textual Healing

E. 130,995 words. 8 works. Shane sends that "We didn't even kiss" text in the elevator.

Apogee

E. 50,239 words. 3/3 chapters. They fuck in space. But there's also scarily detailed plot.

I'll build a house inside of you

E. 66,960 words. 8/8 chapters. A sex tape leak leads to a visa marriage.

Lavender

E. 8,707 words. Shane goes for a massage. Dubcon.

frequently, secretly fond of each other

E. 222,222 words. 28/28. They both play for the Boston Raiders

the courtship of ilya rozanov

E. 75,307 words. 5/5. Shane is living in a romcom. Ilya is living in a Russian tragedy.

fourteen ten

E. 26,436 words. They talk and accidentaly speedrun through 80% of their character development in one night.

secret society of stick handlers

various ratings depending on work, 75,918 words. Social Media shenanigans. Funny as hell.

Nutcracker!

E. 101,302 words. Ballet AU. Incredibly written.

all my perversions

E. 16,870 words. Shane obsessing over Ilya's leaked sex tape.

in your arms i'd start a war

E. 59,096 words. They try to be friends lmao

Captain vs. Captain

E. 64,863 words. They get contracted to film a reality tv show together.

Mutually Assured Exposure

E. 108,309 words. OnlyFans creator Shane meets pornstar Ilya.

Oxytocin

E. 247,361 words. OnlyFans creator Ilya and hockey Shane. Kinda heavy.

return of spontaneous circulation

E. 63,075 words. Paramedics AU

try me

E. 56,793 words. College AU and they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates)

blowback

E. 93,547 words. Shane goes to a house party, gets high, then gets on his knees. bon appetite

you get me

E. 10,243 words. Shane does yoga. Autofellatio.

Deja Vu

E. 269,928 words. 17/?. A small town AU after they go their separate ways post Vegas. Incredible and emotional story.

Bare

E. 146,649 words. A/B/O. Idiots in love

double dipping

E. 15,191 words. Ilya gets Shane a dildo. Years later they use it together. It's quite romantic when you think about it

fresh bruises we learned patterns to

E. 52,898 words. A/B/O Some months after Shane recovers from rejection sickness in Ilya's bed, they share their heat/rut together at the cottage, both clinging to the delusion it's still casual.

black dog

E. 68,349 words. Ilya develops a frendship with Shane's dog.

Route 96 Kanata

E. 59,205 words. 7/10. Career ending injury Sad!Shane. Ottawa is also a character in this one.

Closer to where you are (is where I must be)

The reply is immediate and loud, "Shaaane," he croons and, oh, okay, Ilya is drunk. Shane takes a moment to try and get his breathing under control. Ilya is not bleeding out in an alley somewhere in Boston, he's just drunk. He's so focused on regulating his breathing that he almost misses Ilya's next words, "I need to see her, cолнышко, I miss her so much." And, okay, what? Is Ilya calling him to talk about some fucking woman? Exactly how drunk is his boyfriend?

"What?" he asks, pinching the bridge of his nose and trying to keep his cool even as he struggles to wake up properly.

But Ilya just whines into the phone, "you need to send pictures so that I can see her."

"Ilya, I don't know who the fuck you're talking about," he says, a bit exasperated and more than a little annoyed about being woken up for this conversation, now that the panic has abated.

"Your pretty little hole, моя любовь, I need to see her so bad."

It takes a moment for the words to register and when they do he doesn't know whether to be annoyed about being woken up for this, angry about the personification and apparent feminisation of his asshole, or flattered that this is what Ilya is thinking about in this state. Without much thought the words, "my hole is sleeping right now," tumble from his lips.

"Nooooo," Ilya wails, "I have not seen her for so long, I know she misses me too."

shane forgets because he's running late for a meeting one day and has to rush out of the door, and he then arrives at the studio for the photoshoot he has booked to see a text from ilya with three different headstone styles with "one of these, i think"

and is just "for?? what??"

"when i am dead from broken heart because my husband does not love me anymore and does not kiss me before i will not see him for twenty years"

"ilya, i will be home in like four hours"

hospital personnel from where he used or still visited the paediatric department with the team, parents of patients, even former patients themselves seeing how great, attentive, funny and light-hearted he was

puck bunnies or women he had one night stands with during the years playing for Boston saying he was a phenomenal lover and a consent king, or women that approached him whilst inebriated and whom he gently turned down, bought a bottle of water for and paid for their cabs to get back home safely

neighbours saying he was very polite, people he was nice or helpful to through the years, a mom with a screaming child whose first class seat on a flight to Moscow he gave up so she could have more room for her herself and the baby, a classmate he defended in school, a former teacher saying how smart and talented he was in spite of not having much time to study because he was training a lot, Russian-speakers saying his interviews in his mother tongue are a thing of beauty and incredibly well-spoken, waiters and shop assistants stressing how polite his interactions were

Shane devours these stories with tears in his eyes and a heart about to explode, the tab perpetually open in his phone, incognito mode.