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Back of the envelope estimate suggests Jericho has 700 spirits-not-at-rest per square meter.
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Back of the envelope estimate suggests Jericho has 700 spirits-not-at-rest per square meter.
I already recced my fave Heated Rivalry fic on Day 5 when I focused on hockey romance more broadly, but since Heated Rivalry has taken over fandom by storm, I thought some more recs would go down well. Everything is Shane/Ilya because duh. Also, they were written before the show, but since the show is such a faithful adaptation of the book, it shouldn't be a problem.
Ilya Rozanov Gets Railed by GlitterCity 13K
“You didn’t like it the last time we tried it,” Shane said.
Ilya gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Was years ago. Maybe it is an acquired taste, like licorice.”
“You also don’t like licorice,” Shane pointed out.
“Yes, but I keep trying it because Luca likes it so much.”
“And then you make a face and tell him how awful it is.”
“When have I ever told you your dick is awful?” Ilya said, looking mildly offended. “I am its number one fan.” I kinda dislike the title because while there's of course quite a lot of smut in this, what makes this story is the amazing characterisation and the fantastic banter (see the quote). Podfic available!
you'd rather die than take your eyes off me by princebutt. 6K, Ilya is in a car accident. Shane hurries to be by his side, and outs them in the process. Set during the year Ilya is playing for Boston. AU.
there's no pretending by moonsock. 13 K. The term, he’s told, is temporary retrograde amnesia. Ilya doesn’t need the direct translation to understand: he forgot things. Ten years of things.
The Pitt
singing in unison by dotsayers. AU. Gen. Leah's sick the night before Pittfest. Robby gets his ticket back. I love a good ensemble piece. And an AU. Two of my fave things rolled in one.
Stockings around the Christmas tree
Look so bad that your jaw drops.
Once he got a good look at them
Santa Claus went into shock.
Who comes up with these Christmas cakes?
Have the bakers lost their minds?
Did they drink too much spiced eggnog?
Or are they legally blind?
You will see a glut of flotsam pieces as you neeear
Cakes that just won't make you jolly
Hey, d'you think that might be holly?
Shocking amounts of frosting, these
Might send you right 'round the bend
Will you hold out for better cakes
Or just buy these in the end?
BONUS CAROL OF THE SILVER BELLS:
[sing it with me, now!]
Diiiing doooong,
Diiing...
Dong.
A choir of thanks to Maryann M., Janet G., Kadmi, Megan K., Katherine D., Jackson L., Ann M., Jenna C., Ashley S., & Grainne, who all want to go Christmas caroling with Sharyn. Me, too, guys. ME, TOO.