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Kitsune Shifter Shane My main thing about this is that Shane does not want this. It is a reluctant/forced thing. He actually cannot go too long without shifting into a kitsune (which again, going with that because Japanese origins) or it causes him pain/discomfort/illness. He also can struggle with shifting back if he does it when he's experiencing high stress. And since this is Shane Hollander, that happens a lot during hockey season hehe And so I imagine Shane has been putting it off for a while and he's not doing well. Ilya obviously has noticed but also has no idea that his fuck buddy (because they aren't boyfriends yet but there's feelings and it's been going on for a while) is looking worse for wear. And he's worried because he does care for Shane. Has admitted to himself he loves Shane by now. Shane has been avoiding Ilya, even though he obviously craves Ilya and wants their meet ups (not just for sex anymore even though the sex is very much a big part of it), it's just he can't because he's really not doing good. Then Ilya decides enough is enough and shows up at Shane's in Montreal, lets himself in, and discovers a kitsune in his definitely-not-boyfriend's apartment. And Ilya takes one look into this big brown eyes and knows immediately it's Shane

Curse + Ilya I just wanna explore some sort of dark curse with Ilya, I dunno. I do have a preference for Shane, obvs, but Ilya is a fun character too for me and I want to do some stuff. But what I have for this is that it starts when Ilya's mama passes, because Irina thought the curse would end with her but actually she passed it on to her son. And the curse is something along the lines of if you care too much for a person, something horrible happens to them. This works well with Ilya's aloofness with people and the way he flits around, doesn't have many close people. And I could tie Shane's canon injury into it because the night before, Ilya finally allows himself to accept and admit that he loves Shane, and then the next day Shane gets hurt. Ilya does know of his curse, but he thought you had to tell someone for it to make something bad happen (he's learned through the years because Irina never said anything), he didn't know something would happen to Shane. He was going to end it because he realized he loved Shane and he couldn't risk Shane, except it's too late.

Shane + Eating Issues I don't care how many stories are written about Shane and his eating issues, there will never be enough. I love angst. I love hurting Shane. Again, very little about this one, but I imagine it's post tuna-melt scene but before they make up. Shane just gets really, really bad/strict with his eating. This results in issues. It would be fun.

“Do they actually still make paper newspapers in the 21st century?” Dean asked. “Why don’t you read your news on the phone like normal people?” “This is grounding,” Sam said, not raising his eyes from his paper. “It’s nice to do things the old fashioned way sometimes. There’s coffee in the pot.” Dean went to get some coffee and made himself a bowl of cereal that he put on the table opposite Sam. Realizing he left his coffee next to the pot, he walked to get it and, on the way, stopped to read over Sam’s shoulder. “Mmm, I love the smell of political opinion pieces in the morning,” Dean said. “How very fascinating.” “That’s rich, coming from someone who probably doesn’t know who the current governor is,” Sam responded. “Hey! I know stuff. The governor is… that guy. With the hair. And glasses I think,” Dean said and took a sip of coffee. “Our governor is a woman,” Sam said, sounding smug, and turned the page of his paper. He probably did say more but Dean had stopped listening as soon as he saw the photo on the page. When he read the headline he sprayed some of the coffee in his mouth right on the paper. “Hey!” Sam said. “I know you don’t like the paper form of news but there’s no need to…” Sam turned to Dean, and Dean’s face must have been something because Sam’s tone turned concerned and he asked what was wrong. “That guy in the photo… it’s the guy who I helped with the car yesterday,” Dean said, not believing his own words. “Who? The journalist?” Sam looked at the photo. “Or… Dean, it couldn’t have been. Shouldn’t he have like… bodyguards with him? A driver? You said his car was a piece of shit?” “Yeah, because it was,” Dean said. “But that’s him.” Him being His Royal Highness, the prince of Fiyora, who was in the picture being interviewed by a local journalist. “You said your guy had a weird name. Cas something. But the prince is called James,” Sam said. “I know,” Dean said, placing his coffee mug on the table and starting to doubt himself in the face of overwhelming evidence. Cas had been wearing jeans and a hoodie, Prince James in the picture was wearing a fashionable tailored jacket and trousers. And yet Dean believed it had to be the same person. “Wait, let me look him up real quick,” Sam said, pulling out his phone and typing something on it to pull up a Wikipedia article. “Here we go. Prince James of Fiyora, the Duke of Seraphim, full name James Castiel Charles Emmanuel…” “Oh fuck,” Dean sat down in his chair and put his face in his hands. “Castiel. He said his name is Castiel.”