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Hi, this might be a stupid question, but what do you classify as too complex when it comes to fic requests?

tbh there isnt a hard line just not too many things all thrown in there at once, esp since for requests i only do oneshots lol

#just shoot ur shor i dont judge so if i dont want to i will just shrug and not do it #asks #bambi thoughts #whorecoded fics

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82696971

🥊 Heated Rivalry / Hollanov

🌫️ AU- retired hockey player turned physical therapist shane x boxer ilya ...

🥊 rated e ;)

🌫️ shane my beautiful anxious flower + flirty ilya

🥊 ch.1 (of 2): 4.2k words

#whorecoded fics #heated rivalry #hollanov #hr #ilya rozanov #shane hollander #heated rivalry fic #heated rivalry fanfiction #shane x ilya

wip~ au physical therapist shane / boxer ilya rozanov <3 <3

“What?”

“You have seen me?”

Face feeling hot, Shane shrugs again, trying his best to keep the movement casual. “I don’t live under a rock.”

The grin that Rozanov gives him is self-satisfied and smug, and really shouldn’t be so attractive. At least not while he’s asking, full of the swagger he carries into the ring, “Even boring shut-ins know my name, then?”

Shane sputters. “Boring?”

“Mm, yes.”

“Says who?”

“Me.”

Shane lets go of Rozanov’s arm and steps back slightly, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous.” It doesn’t come out as dismissive as he’d like. He straightens his shoulders and eyes the offending arm again. “What’s the most comfortable position to rest it in?”

“So you do watch it?” Rozanov sets his arm down so his hand is face-up in his lap.

Snorting, Shane makes a note of it, shaking his head. “No. I’m not into that stuff.”

“What, sweaty men on top of each other?”

Stiffening, Shane peers up at Ilya, frowning. He’s looking back at him with a pointed, curious look that makes Shane’s face feel warm again. He coughs once and says, “Hurting one another for fun.”

Ilya makes a soft, disbelieving sound. “Strange coming from-”

“I just don’t see the appeal,” Shane says tersely.

“Winning,” Rozanov says plainly. Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Like nothing else could possibly be the answer. Shane understands maybe more than anyone. Still, he just shakes his head.

“You can win at other things.”

Looking at him sidelong, Ilya rolls his shoulders, seeming to consider the question. After a moment, he turns to face Shane fully. Shane tries not to cower under the attention, instead tipping his head up in challenge.

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