behind_every_exquisite_thing



Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark 60

    Tags
    Summary

    Shane wondered, while he tried to keep the party going on his own and not explode at everyone they knew and cared about, if people would have done this if they’d had a girl. Would she have gotten hockey-themed things for her first birthday? Or would people have actually listened to them when they said it was supposed to be dinosaurs? 

    -

    Or: Shane and Ilya's journey with parenthood and hockey.

     

    (No AI was used in the creation of this fic and I do not consent to my work being entered into any AI platforms. FUCK AI)

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    5,602
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    51
    Kudos:
    488
    Bookmarks:
    60
    Hits:
    2,204

    14 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Ilya rubs at his nose, thumb hovering over the text screen as he thinks of the least-weird way he can offer what he’d like to offer. In the end, he settles for straightforwardness. Shane’s never complained about how seemingly blunt he is before, he doesn’t think he’ll start now.

    Lily: I could read it to you

    Lily: If you’d like

    Or: Shane can't read before bed after getting hit during the Boston game. It gives him a headache. Ilya volunteers his voice.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    7,640
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    80
    Kudos:
    1,046
    Bookmarks:
    215
    Hits:
    4,650

    14 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Hollander stepped closer to the windowsill. Between a pair of empty designer vases sat a cheap ceramic lucky cat, white, with one paw raised. Hollander brushed his thumb over a small chip in the glaze. Somehow, looking was never enough for him. Whenever he liked something – the picture in the living room, the leaf, now this cat – he reached out and touched. Ilya remembered how, the night of their first hook-up, Hollander had touched him first too: fingers curling around Ilya’s arm, as though physical contact were the only way to make sure he was real.

    ***

    House fic! Ilya longs for a home house. (Un)fortunately, his hockey nemesis is a hopeless real estate and architecture nerd.

    A reimagining of the drought years (2011-13 - less of a drought in this version...) with heaps of yearning, some angst, Ilya driving fast cars, Shane drawing floor plans, the Hollanders, and cats. They take turns rescuing each other until they find their way home.

    Now complete!

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    59,466
    Chapters:
    7/7
    Comments:
    447
    Kudos:
    682
    Bookmarks:
    332
    Hits:
    14,943

    09 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Stick to your guns, Ilya thinks. Sex. With Hollander. That’s simple. Straightforward.

    Except nothing about this night has been straightforward. The more time he spends with Hollander, the more he wants him - and not just the sex. He wants it all: the reading glasses, earnest ramblings, moral compulsions. The sweetness Hollander tries to hide. The way he holds back from almost everyone, even from himself, but never from Ilya.

    ***
    or: After Vegas, Ilya knows he should end it with Hollander. He likes trouble, yes. Doesn’t mean he likes feeling scraped raw by wanting impossible things. Then they are marooned together at an airport for a very long, very strange night during which Ilya begins to suspect – shakily, reluctantly – that they might be… something.

    NOW COMPLETE!

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    36,677
    Chapters:
    7/7
    Comments:
    869
    Kudos:
    3,873
    Bookmarks:
    1,417
    Hits:
    72,303

    07 Jul 2026

  5. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    “It’s not something we’ve discussed too much,” Shane admits reluctantly. “I mean, I think we talked about it once or twice, after being around Hayden’s kids. But…I was afraid…I don’t know if you want…” His sentence falters and he presses a hand to his stomach, inhaling slowly like he’s trying to soothe more nausea.

    It takes Ilya’s brain a few moments to process, to catch up, to piece together this half-filled puzzle Shane’s laying out for him.

    “We talked about having babies,” Ilya supplies, arching an eyebrow, “are you trying to say we are…having a baby?”

    Shane sucks in another slow, controlled breath. “Um, yeah. That’s what I’m trying to say.”

    “You are pregnant?”

    Wincing, the shorter man nods. “Mhm.”

     

    -or, vignettes of shane's unexpected pregnancy-

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    31,912
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    458
    Kudos:
    12,480
    Bookmarks:
    2,961
    Hits:
    173,865

    06 Jul 2026