1 – 2 of 2 Works in Diabetic Shane Hollander
- Diabetic Shane Hollander ×
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“-moya rybka, I am sorry, sweet girl-” Ilya is saying, on his knees in the middle of their living room and patting the rug near him with what looks like devastation on his face as Anya continues to ignore him, curled up on Shane’s lap instead. Fresh off of several stacked events to fit them into a weekend–because Shane’s mom is nothing if not efficient when it comes to the deals she makes–Ilya got home only a few minutes ago, still in the outfit he’d left his Buzzfeed puppy interview in, which Anya had clearly not appreciated, sniffing him suspiciously after her initial excited greeting and then retreating to Shane immediately when he patted his thigh in welcome.
Shane is trying not to be obviously enjoying Ilya’s turmoil as much as he is, shifting Anya to lay on her back like a baby in one arm and cooing at her.
“I know, huh? Papa left and played with who knows how many other dogs, and the whole time you were here missing him. I bet he wasn’t even thinking about you, huh?”
“Hollander!” Ilya says, sounding scandalized. “Do not tell her that! Is not true!”
(collection of standalone fics/ficlets prompted by my own tumblr posts) (will update as inspiration strikes)
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 62,977
- Chapters:
- 15/15
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #81626591
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“You are so funny about all your little diet things.” “Not a diet thing,” Shane murmurs, “Have to check it.” “Sure.” Ilya gives his hair a light tug, “Perfect Shane Hollander has to have perfect everything.” Frowning, Shane lifts up to prop himself on an elbow, allowing himself to see Ilya’s teasing smile that goes with his tone. “No, I have to check it. I’m diabetic.” OR: Shane's glucose alarm goes off and Ilya learns something new.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,867
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #90395366