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    “Look, I know I’m boring. And lame and… weird. I just… can you not say it? Every time? Or at least not every ten seconds.”

    And suddenly Ilya saw the way Shane was trying to fold in on himself. Like he wanted to hide the parts of his life he had just let Ilya see. Now it looked like he regretted letting Ilya in. Or he expected him to laugh. Or leave.

    He crossed the room.

    “Shane.”

    Shane shook his head once.

    “I’m sorry. Forget it.”

    “No,” Ilya said gently, crouching in front of him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I was teasing. I didn’t realize.” He paused, then said more firmly, “you’re not boring.”

    Shane scoffed under his breath.

    “I mean it,” Ilya said, ducking his head to try to catch his eye. “You’re the most specific person I’ve ever met. It’s fascinating. I love the way your brain works. And the way this house feels like you.”

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    A fluffy/smutty one shot set some time between Tampa and Boston in 2017 where Shane invites Ilya to spend the weekend with him in Montreal.

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    08 Jul 2026

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    “Sometimes I feel like I’m on this tiny little planet,” Shane said. “Just… floating by myself. And everyone else is on this big, bright one. Loud and crowded and full of stuff happening all the time.”

    He swallowed.

    “And any time I try to, I don’t know. Launch myself over there? It’s like I either miss completely and end up drifting off into space. Or I actually land, and it’s just… too loud. Too much gravity. I can’t breathe. So, I end up back on mine.”

    His shoulders lifted in a small, helpless shrug.

    “And it’s quiet. And calm. But it’s also empty. And lonely, sometimes."

    The rest trailed off. He couldn’t quite finish it.

    Ilya didn’t answer right away. He just set his drink down beside Shane’s and tugged him closer until Shane tipped sideways against him. One hand slid into his hair, guiding his face forward, pressing him gently against the side of his throat, exactly where Shane liked to hide occasionally.

    Shane went without protest, exhaling deeply and nosing under the line of Ilya’s jaw. Ilya’s hand cradled the back of his skull. His other arm wrapped around his ribs, firm and protective. They stayed like that for a long moment. Shane’s breath warmed the hollow of Ilya’s throat. Ilya pressed a kiss into his hair, then stroked slowly down his arm.

    “That sounds a lot like when I first moved to America,” Ilya murmured.

    Shane shifted slightly, just enough to hear him better.

    “New country. Language I wasn’t fluent in. No family. No friends. Just shit weather and empty apartments and people who thought I was stupid because I didn’t speak English smoothly enough.”

    He shrugged, the movement brushing Shane’s cheek.

    “I felt like I was… floating around something I couldn’t land on. Close enough to see it. Not close enough to belong.”

    Shane tightened his grip on him.

    “Sometimes I would try,” Ilya went on quietly. “Try to be funny or charming. But I would miss something. Cultural stuff or… tone. I always felt like I was slightly off.”

    He curled his fingers into the fabric of Shane’s hoodie.

    “I felt like I was on my own lonely planet, too,” he said. “Sometimes I still do.”

    He paused and pressed another kiss to Shane’s head.

    “Except when you’re there, too.”

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    Ilya was only a few strides behind Shane on the ice.

    He clocked the angle before the hit even landed; Marlow coming in too hot, too fast, shoulder high. Shane turned and slowed at the wrong moment, skates clipping, balance gone.

    Impact.

    The sound carried oddly through the arena, duller than boards, sharper than ice. Shane went down hard, helmet skidding, body twisting. And then it all happened at once. Skates tangled. Marlow stumbled over him as he fell, too. A skate’s blade flashed too close, too sharp.

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    Shane's injuries during the Boston/Montreal game are much more life-threatening than in canon. Ilya's quick thinking and bone-deep instincts are the only reason he survives.

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    04 Jul 2026

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    What if Shane’s injury had been much worse? This is sweet. ^^

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    The Avengers, SHIELD, and the world at large have underestimated the pain that Steve Rogers is in.

    The night after a near brush with a suicide attempt, Steve discovers the world of support omegas, and in his desperation for relief from the battlefield of his brain, demands to have one.

    Enter Bucky Barnes: retired marine, millennial, amputee, brother, son, and support omega. He maybe, just maybe, can help a broken alpha heal in the twenty-first century.

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    06 Oct 2025

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    A/B/O Stucky

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    A collection of modern au fics. Not in any particular order, but all within the same universe. Title from "Hey Brother" by Avicii.

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    21 Jul 2025

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    Keyleth/Vax/Shaun ship for life. (Also Vex and Percy ^^)

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    CRITICAL ROLE CAMPAIGN 3 SPOILERS!!!

    After the end of the third campaign, I couldn't help but start writing this little story about Kiki and Vax, following Marisha and Liam's amazing roleplaying. I'm not sure how long it will be, but it will certainly have a lot of fluff.

    Vaxleth's nation, we raised.

    [English is not my first language]

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    27 Apr 2025

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    Post-C3 Vaxleth!