green cards & red flags
Shane/Ilya | 6.3k words
Thought I was done writing fanfic. Apparently nope - these two have me in a chokehold.
Shane begins his yoga breathing techniques again. He knew this interview wouldn't go well because Ilya is Ilya—a professional ragebaiter who can't even take the day off for an immigration interview—but he wasn't prepared for this level of Ilya. Like, on-the-ice-chirping-his-own-teammates, singing-Taylor-Swift-lyrics, casually-discussing-territorial-blowjobs Ilya.
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Disclaimer: this is not how immigration/permanent residency works. I know that. Please suspend your disbelief for me.












