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[galecstatic]

ilya truly didn't hold back himself and passionately rocked shane's world that night with every ounce of stamina he's been keeping since the tuna meltdown huh that's what confessing to your arch rival since rookie season and your 9-year situationship does to a russian mf who's head over heels for you and your freckles btw

[suzy-queued]

Body Worship

This week's @galladrabbles prompt is from @ohkate. Who's surprised that I went AU?

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Hours are long, here at Ladies’ Fantasy magazine. Mickey zooms in and retouches a mole off a model’s perfect skin. 

This was not how he planned to use his art degree, mindlessly editing abs and biceps, sometimes a hint of pubes.

The dudes look buff, but they don’t do it for Mickey.

Except that one. 

That redhead. 

Mickey hates airbrushing away the freckles that are uniquely his. The scars. The tattoos.

But it’s the guy’s hands that leave Mickey breathless.

One afternoon, those very same hands tap the edge of Mickey’s desk. Holy fuck.

“I’m, uh, here for my photoshoot.”

[blue-disco-lights]

Galladrabbles: Body Worship

Thank you @ohkate for our @galladrabbles prompt this week! And what a good prompt it is ✨

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When he has Mickey laid out like this, he starts with that tattoo on his chest. 

He kisses every letter, every jagged scar. He still regrets that day, how he brushed off that act of love Mickey was so proud to show him.  

He trails kisses down to the tattoo on Mickey’s forearm. The one he got when they were apart. He lingers there.

Down further still, his mouth connects with those indents on Mickey’s perfect ass, the gunshot wounds that followed their very first kiss. 

He kisses each, one by one.

Mickey’s body tells their story. And he worships it. 

[runninonemptyy]

Thank you @lupeloto for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt: Ruined by Adrianne Lenker. Here are some season 1 babies.

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“I miss you.”

The words fall from his mouth effortlessly, like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

He looks at you with those eyes that always fuck you up.

It’s easier to hide behind that glass and bark out a half-hearted threat, one you have no intention of ever following through with. So much easier than admitting to yourself that he ruins you just a little bit more every time he comes around.

And then he smiles like the goof he is. You try not to smile back.

But you know you’re ruined. Maybe in the very best way.

[mybrainismelted]

this weeks @galladrabbles prompt from @lupeloto was Ruined by Adrianne Lenker

“I can’t keep lying to them.” They lay side-by-side in the back of the van, Mickey’s bruises standing out starkly on his pale skin. “Never asked you to lie.” “Come on, Mick. You can stay here as long as you want. Just tell me what happened.” “Fuck you,” Mickey bit out as he suddenly pushed his way out of the van. “Fine. Call me when you’re feeling braver.” He lay in bed that night, pillow soaked with tears of frustration. Why wouldn’t Mickey let him help? “Ian?” a quiet voice from his bedside. “I’m tired of falling through the cracks.”

[katicusdramaticus]

Galladrabbles - Barbarian

What great timing you have @rayrayor. This @galladrabbles prompt ties in perfectly with the current Xenaverse-inspired AU I'm working on.

Mickey bridles Atalanta and she snorts judgmentally. "Don't gimme that," Mickey chides. "Sure. It was nice of them to shelter us overnight. But they don't want a barbarian ex-warlord squatting on their property. Atalanta harrumphs, staring him down as though calling him an idiot. "No, he only thinks he wants to come along. Red just sees another story to scribble down in his scrolls. Soon as he realizes I'm dangerous, he'll get wise. Mickey mounts Atalanta and gives the farm one last look. And the wannabe bard is looking back at him like he's daring Mickey to leave without him.

[needyilyarights]

Sameteam!au where Shane and Ilya are both young and stuck on a team with a god awful losing streak and one night while drowning their sorrows they drunkenly hook up and the next day the team plays incredibly and they win. The very superstitious veteran captain insists that everyone repeats everything they did the night before so Shane and Ilya hook up again and they win again and they keep hooking up and winning and now the team has a complete turn around season and maybe a chance at playoffs but oops uh oh now they also have feelings for each other

[normal-about-hollanov]

ilya struggling with emergency contacts. he can't put his father. who barely remembers he has a son in the show. barely remember he has a son at all some nights. can't put his brother. god fucking forbid something happens and Alexi picks up the phone. he probably wouldn't really. wants sometimes to put his mother down so bad it hurts. an ache in his stomach that feels like a sucker punch. leaves it blank most times. when he can get away with it. puts Svetlana when he can't. lies and says she's a cousin and never tells her because she'd laugh so hard she'd probably choke. and he'd laugh too and then spend the night trying to remember what was funny anyhow. pretends he doesn't care when he watches shane fill out forms deftly. mom. dad. like it wasn't anything at all. ilya who marries shane. one day. after all that aching and waiting and preemptive and permanent grief he felt so often he forgot it was there. who gets those stupid annual papers and writes (like it isn't anything at all) Yuna. David. and has to pretend it doesn't close a gaping wound he'd been bleeding from for so long it almost scares him. to press on and find no. I belong. I have a family. a family.

[gallavich-annise]

Galladrabbles: Ruined (Adrianne Lenker)

Thanks to @lupeloto for this prompt for @galladrabbles... Another new song to me, I enjoyed listening to it. Took me a bit longer to work out how to use it, and eventually I went with canon compliant (ish) again (I know, what's happened to me? 😆) set between season 3 and Ian's return in season 4.

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Ian huddled in the alley, refusing to acknowledge the bite of cold. When he looked up, he saw a figure he recognised.

It had been weeks, but he'd recognise that walk anywhere, the swagger of it. The confidence. The black hair was hidden under a hat, broad shoulders under a thick coat. But it was him. 

Ian raised a hand. He could wave. Call out. 

Instead the low winter sun caught the glint of a wedding band as Mickey lifted his hand to shade his eyes. 

Ian shrank back into the shadow and closed his eyes. Ruined all over again.

[flower-of-the-desert]

Love thinking about an AU where the relationship reveal with Yuna and David happens because something overwhelms Shane into a panic attack/breakdown, maybe they're at some NHL show or event, maybe it's just been a really long fucking day, maybe suddenly Shane feels just completely overwhelmed by the lights and the noise and all the fucking people wanting to shake his hand or slap his back or tell him how much they like his fucking play.

Yuna notices something is wrong because of course she does and together with David they herd Shane into some private empty side room hoping it will help him calm down. But it doesn't. He wont stop shaking and his breathing is too fast and he flinches at their voices even tho nobody is speaking loudly. Won't let Yuna come close to hug him or rub his arm.

Maybe Yuna is starting to panic a little herself, her heart aching as she watches Shane wrap his own arms around himself, hates that she cant do anything when her son is so clearly in distress, hates that she can't seem to think of anything that will work-

When suddenly the door bangs open and Ilya Fucking Rozanov??? strides into the room with quick steps, makes a beeline directly for her son, eyes locked on him like he doesnt even register her and David in the room as well and Yuna opens her mouth to cuss him out, tell him to fuck off and not bother Shane right now, she can feel her body moving already to stand in front of Shane protectively when David grabs her arm because-

Because Rozanov is pulling Shane into his arms, one hand on the back of Shane's neck, guiding his head to press into the crook of Rozanov's neck and Shane isn't fighting it, doesn't flinch from his touch. He goes where Rozanov arranges him and let's himself be held and rocked back and forth gently as Rozanov presses his mouth to Shane's ear and starts whispering something so quietly that Yuna can't really make out the words but what she can see is Shane's shaking subsiding, hands fisting tightly into Rozanov's shirt, his breathing going slowly back to normal because - oh. oh - her son is syncing his breaths with Rozanov who, Yuna realises, is taking very exaggerated deep slow breaths of his own so Shane can match them. And then Rozanov turns slightly while still rocking them both back and forth and Yuna sees Shane's face where it's smushed into Rozanov's neck. Sees the look there.

And that's how Yuna realises her son is in love and the man - his years-long rival - he loves must have left in the middle of his award-winning show to come here and pull her son out of a panic attack like there was no place he'd rather be than right here with Yuna's overwhelmed panicked boy in his arms, soothing him until Shane's body relaxes completely into that hold, mumbling that he's fine yet not pulling away and Rozanov makes no move to let go either.

Oh, Yuna thinks again, gripping David's hand tightly. It's not just Shane. My baby is in love. And he's loved back.

[teatertots]

It's always them <333

[radialarch]

ilya rozanov between locker room shower and 9pm:

orders in poutine for dinner. it squeaks! decides he likes it.

hits the hotel gym to do bicep curls.

back to his room to shower. a fortifying cigarette.

half an hour in front of the mirror trying to decide between two nearly identical black tanks. eventually picks one. examines the arms. yeah, they're good.

can't go out into the hallway in his fuck-me shirt. carefully picks jacket to layer on top.

it's eight forty. debates merits of showing up early, but not worth the risk of spooking hollander. turns on the tv for fifteen minutes to practice his english, but everything on is stupid.

eight fifty-five. last look in the mirror. should he be wearing different underwear? he doesn't have time to change. whatever. it's fine.

an aspirational condom in his pocket. the elevator doors open with a soft ding. he probably shouldn't be half-hard in the hotel elevator.

FUCK, IT'S HOLLANDER'S MOTHER.

fuck, thank god, fuck, fuck. he is no longer half-hard in the hotel elevator. ilya's heart is pounding. he needs another cigarette.

1410.

[hollzy-baby]

The night the FanMail video gets leaked, Marleau calls Ilya 5 shots in and asks him why he never tried to hit on him

[heated-hollanov]

@grabmyboner ‘s tags had to be shared cause yeah 😂😂😂

[crackerslacker69]

The Metros absolutely crush Buffalo, and Shane's phone get's broken in the post-game locker room celebration chaos.

He is Freaking Out bc he doesn't actually know what Ilya's phone number is. His SIM card got crushed underneath a pair skates, so there's no recovering "Lily's" contact card.

On top of that, his old Ottowa number won't transfer to his Montreal provider. So "Lily's" texts will now be delivered into the ether. Or to some random person's phone if his old Ottowa number gets given out again.

Ilya of course has literally no idea this has happened and is sending his usual flirtatious messages to...silence. No response. He's not even getting left on read. Because the messages aren't even getting read. He goes through the five stages of grief. Fuck Shane Hollander, he doesn't need this shit. They're supposed to play against each other Tomorrow for fucks sake. His resolve lasts for about....two hours? And then he's on social media. What's this fucking asshole up to that he can't even read Ilya's texts?

He pulls up the first interview, the one right after Buffalo. Shane looks....really stressed out. Which is confusing given that they've just won.

"Yes of course I am super happy to win. Unfortunately the locker room celebration did get a little out of hand though."

He holds up his mangled phone.

"So if you're trying to contact me, sorry about that!"

He's blushing and smiling and seems so flustered and embarrassed. He's looking at a camera, millions of people can hear him, but he's speaking directly to Ilya. Ilya's face breaks out into his "you have a stylist?" smile. He feels....a little embarrassed about his crashout, but also super fucking relieved. Ilya swipes through a couple more videos and watches the most recent interview.

"We are absolutely looking forward to facing off against the Raiders. Also I brought this up last time but, turns out I can't keep my old phone number. So if you're texting me and I'm not responding, it's because I can't!"

He laughs, but it seemd a bit forced. Like he might tear up if he gets pushed the wrong way. Ilya goes back and watches through all the interviews since the Buffalo game. Shane has found a way to bring up his broken phone in every single interview for the past two weeks. It's so sweet...and also a little heartbreaking. He knew exactly what was gonna happen, and was terrified of Ilya thinking that he didn't want to talk to him. He didn't want Ilya to feel alone and confused and upset. He's so fucking ernest and endearing.

Ilya cannot Wait to give him shit about it on the ice tomorrow.

[mickeyismyian]

Thank you @lupeloto for the prompt of the song Ruined by Adrianne Lenker, it very nearly made me cry at work. @galladrabbles thank you for hosting and being one of my favorite parts of this fandom! <3

RUINED ME

You have destroyed this ghost I had made real,

That I created with my own blood and bone,

Just like a wave against my shelter of sand,

You erased all my years of careful work,

All my meticulous layers of armor,

I want to hate this, hate you,

For the way you can see me, flawed and incomplete,

You make my shadows into a reality I must face,

A mirror I can't look away from,

Then you stay. You hold it all and you stay,

This is how you have altered my soul,

This is how you have ruined me.

[gillyp]

OKAY PEEPS….WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY SITUATION HERE!!!!!

IVE LOST ANOTHER FIC…. HELP!!!!!

ILYA IS HIT AND GOES DOWN, PUT IN COMA TO HEAL

SHANE IS BESIDE HIMSELF

ILYA IS TRYING TO TELL HIM HES HERE BUT HES OBVIOUSLY UNCONSCIOUS 😭😭😭

[gillyp]

Anyone know which this is????? X

[mickeyismyian]

Ah! We meet again. Come in, come in, have a seat. I offer for you this drabble from the prompt of @silvanshadow . It is Steal-Snow Patrol

Thank you @galladrabbles for always being here for us!!

STOLEN

I only picked this shit hole for you,

I couldn't imagine you in here alone,

Fighting every day, afraid every night,

Or worse, being someone's bitch.

I'll protect you here, keep your heart safe,

Every moment in here with you is stolen,

Each blush on your cheeks,

Every sweet freckle on your body,

They all belong to me, I stole those too,

Mine.

Don't care who was with you when we were apart,

Now Im in the bunk nestled under you,

Your long arms holding me close,

I can smell you on me, its good, its home,

You are my home.