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"Who is the most important player on the ice for you?"

"Hazy."

Ilya gasps. "Not me? Your very sexy husband?"

"No." Shane rolls his eyes at him. He points at Hazy who grins at Ilya and winks.

"You said you loved me."

"'I lied." Shane laughs, moving away from Ilya as he swings at him.

"I want a divorce." Ilya cries out, as Shane skates to the other side of the ice, wrapping his arm around Hazy.

"I can marry Hazy instead then.”

"Lisa would protest," Hazy whispers to Shane, but wraps his arm around him too.

"I could marry Sveta," Ilya calls across the ice, his voice tinging on mocking. "She would do it." Shane rolls his eyes at him, the sound of his voice reminiscent of the time at the cottage he said the same thing.

"She'd murder you before she would marry you."

"Why did I marry you again?"

"The sex was good."

"Gross," Hazy pulls away from Shane. "I don't wanna think about that."

"Oh you don't want to watch then?" Ilya skated over, dragging his husband close to him.

"This borders on sexual harassment," Hazy flips him the finger and watches as the two husbands bicker at each other before one of them has enough and pulls the other in for a kiss.

Update: this can be found on Ao3 here

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“You’re an asshole.” Shane snatched the shirt out of Ilya’s hands and slaps him with it. “I hate you.”

Ilya laughs and dodges the abuse at the hands of his husband. “That’s ok.” He calls over his shoulder. “Yuna still loves me.”

Shane mutter something in French and Yuna, who was walking back into the living room, flicked him on the ear tsking at him.

“Be nice.”

“He started it,” Shane pouted, glaring at the stupid shirt.

David walked back into the living room with Ilya following him, snatching up the shirt from Shane as he slipped it on over his tank top. “Perfect.”

Ilya slid onto the space next to Shane, wrapping his arm around him, kissing the side of his head loudly and sloppy causing Shane to roll his eyes and melt into his embrace.

“Ya lyublyu tebya, moy pomidor.”

Shane flipped him the finger, but nuzzled into his neck as he watched his parents open their gifts. This was all he wanted. Since he realized just how much the insane Russian next to him meant to him. Just his family.

Until he felt his husband shaking as he held in his laughter as Shane opened the gift box and slammed the lid closed, his face heating up as he elbowed him in the ribs. Ilya just laughed, and dropped his hand to rest on Shane’s thigh.

Best Christmas ever. If you ask Ilya. Shane on the other hand sent a text to Hayden asking if he knew anyone who could hide a dead body.

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New Fic: Q&A With Harris

Note: The Gif is just cause I wanted to, not related at all.

After much love on this post: I decided I wanted to actually write this fic and it's now live.

“He reads boring hockey books,” Ilya skates over, stealing the puck from Shane, and racing across the ice.

“They’re not boring,” he blushes. “I just like to read about things I love.”

“So you read books about me, then?”

or

Shane agrees to a Q&A With Harris and Ilya is a menace to society. Story of his life.

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Ya girl finally posted her first HR fic, officially.

Come Back to Bed by ShadowsFiction

“We have a lot to do today.” Shane murmurs as he sips on his coffee.

"It can wait." Ilya pressed against his back. "Come back to bed."

Or

The morning of their wedding Ilya really just wants to get Shane back in bed.

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My model AU is coming to life. Slowly, but coming.

Excerpt:

“No.”

“Shane, please.” Yuna pleaded with him. “I have no one else I can call this late. The final edit is due in the morning.”

“You’re the boss, Mom— you can push it.” Shane turned away from her. He didn’t want to do this— being close to Ilya would bring up all the bad memories he tried to forget. He couldn’t go back there— not again.

“It’s the Folklore edition, Shane. It has to be out on time. The investors—”

“I’ll fucking invest if it lets you do it later with someone else.”

He watched as her shoulders slumped, and she toyed with the pair of wings in her hands. He hated the disappointment in her eyes as they shifted away from him. Fuck he hated this. He didn’t want to do this, but the matter of disappointing his mom never set well with him.

“I guess I could call Svetlana and we can stay late— they have good chemistry and they’ve worked well in the past.” Yuna murmurs to herself as she spins on her heel and starts to tap out something on her phone.

Shane knew what kind of underhanded trick his own mother was pulling on him, but he resigned himself to the fact that she would not have asked him if it weren’t important.

“Fine, but you owe me big time.” Shane calls and she stops in her tracks. He hears her lock her phone. And he can see her grin in the glass doors before her right before she spins around to face him— clapping her hands, the fucking fairy wings tangled in them now.

“That’s the spirit, my beloved son.”

“I need a drink,” he walks over and takes the wings from her. “And probably to take a bath with the hair dryer after this.”

She slapped him in the arm as he said the last part. He laughed and swings the wings so they’re at his back. “You’re paying for my therapy.”

“I already do that, darling.”

Side note: this was inspired by something I wrote a few years ago and it just sat alone, in a folder, no where to go. I’m hoping I can bring new life to it and make it something new and finally be out in the world where it belongs.

Also these two have so many photo shoots I can work with to fit in and it’s gonna be fun. I also love to torture Shane a bit too much for some reason.

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My plot bunny is running, homies.

“Fuck you,” Shane huffs snatching the cigarette pack out of Ilya’s hand.

The person who told them this tour would be good for the both of them clearly didn’t understand that the two of them should not be left alone together.

“Hmm,” Ilya smirks, “maybe later.”

“You fucking wish, Rozanov.”

Ilya laughed, his head thrown back, and Shane had to stop himself from looking down as his shirt rode up his stomach.

This tour was supposed to build unity between their bands and “squash their beef” but it’s only made it that much more complex.

“Maybe I do.” Ilya pushed off the wall, stubs his own cigarette out under his boot. “Maybe I can make you cum untouched again.”

“Maybe you can suck you own dick.”

“Such a good trick, you should try it.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“And yet,” he pushes close, pressing Shane up against the wall.

“And yet what?” Shane’s breath caught.

Ilya opens his mouth to reply but the sound of the door opening has them springing apart. The heat in their eyes disappeared and Shane let out a sigh of relief when he realized it was just Hayden.

“We go on in twenty, Hollander.”

“I’m coming,” Shane tells him and Hayden eyes him and then flips Ilya the finger when he smirked at him.

“Only if you ask nicely.” Ilya’s smirk turned to him and Shane flipped him off before following Hayden into the building.

“I hate you.”

“That is lie, Hollander” Ilya calls at his back. “You love me.”

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Hayden sat on the couch, scrolling through Instagram while he watched Ruby try to convince Shane to let her paint his nails. He watched a war flicker through Shane’s eyes before he smiled down at her.

“Fine, but no sparkles.”

“Ugh, Uncle no-fun,” she pouts and Hayden snorts turning away from the two of them so he can’t see his best friend glaring at him.

He turns back to his phone and almost slips past the post. He usually did out of respect for his best mate. But the visual stopped him. His eyes widened and he looked from the phone to Shane and back again. The second time he did it Shane was looking right at him.

“What?” He questions, slipping his hand away from Ruby despite her protests.

“Nothing,” Hayden locks his phone and shoved it under himself. That looked suspicious as hell, but he didn’t want to tell him. He knew that Shane would flip his shit when he found out.

“Liar.” Shane sits next to him, but before he knew it he slipped his hand under him and Hayden let out a gasp.

“Bro if you wanted to touch my ass all you had to do was ask.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Shane blushed and held the phone out for him to open.

“No.” Hayden shook his head. Shane just stared at him. The phone still sat in his hand as Shane’s expression never wavered. God, Hayden really knew how to pick his best mate.

“Do it or I tell Jackie you were sending dick pics to JJ.”

“Yo,” Hayden wrinkles his nose. “That’s disgusting.”

“Open the fucking phone, Hayd.”

“Two dollars in the swear jar,” they hear from the top of the stairs. Hayden shakes his head at his wife but opened his phone, sliding back to where he was. He hands it over to Shane and watches he his eyebrows furrow trying to understand what he was looking at.

“What the fuck?”

“Three dollars.”

Shane drops the phone on the couch, scrambling to pull his out of his pocket. His hands shake as he unlocks it, dialing his Mom’s number.

The moment she picks up, his voice is quiet, but there is a slight tinge of fire in his voice. “What did you do?”

Or

This is a story about how Shane and Ilya are broken up and Yuna maybe meddles a bit. But hey, they were heated rivals, but the heat is a lot right now and maybe just maybe they won’t get burned.

Coming soon: when I say soon I mean… when I get time. But it’ll come. Maybe the boys won’t, but this will.

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So now that I’m writing again, my mind won’t shut the hell up. Every thought I have is of this story and the scenes and where they might fit in.

So I’m gonna update here each post so I can find them again cause I’m writing at the time of the thought and posting it. Will also be adding songs here cause some of them def inspired this fic.

My playlist.

Posts are in order as they fall in the story I’m still working out. It’s untitled at this moment.

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