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Author: infallibility Rating: Not Status: Complete Length: 11K Summary:

he is "ryuichi" before he ever became shane, even when the world forgets. on the ice, words disappear and "excellence" becomes the only one that keeps him safe. somewhere between what he learns to hide and what he is finally allowed to keep, he finds his way home.

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Author: BlckOnyx Rating: Not Status: Complete Length: 22K Summary:

Ilya opened one of his messages.

Have you seen the news? Ilya, call me. Now. Please tell me you already fucking know. Jesus Christ, man.

That was it. No context. No explanation. Just panic wrapped in vague bullshit.

His jaw locked. “Are you fucking serious right now,” he muttered, thumb scrolling harder than necessary. Say it or don’t, you assholes. The half-answers made his skin crawl. It felt like they were all circling something awful, whispering around it, waiting for him to step close enough to get hit.

His chest felt tight now, pressure building, so he did the one thing that made sense. He opened social media.

Shane Hollander’s name was everywhere.

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Author: callmeautumn Rating: Not Status: Complete Length: 5.5K Summary:

“But…” Ilya stalls out. He conjures his sun’s face: the soft curve of skin where the corner of his eye becomes the sweep of his cheekbone, the stubble that clings to the soft end of his chin, the strong and even line of his eyebrows. “Solnyshko,” Ilya says. “It means sun, yes, but… it’s like a pet name. Sunshine. Honey. I’m calling you my sun.”

This is mortifying in English. Christ, he should never have started this conversation. He should have shaken Shane off when he had the chance. Even as Ilya thinks this, he knows he could not have done it. He cannot deny Shanyshko anything. That has always been the problem between them. What a terrifying, awesome, horrible problem to have. Ilya would like to have this problem for the rest of his life.