♤parker♤

(Olympic AU my new diva)
          Natalia walked down the hall of the cottage late at night, she couldn't sleep and she lived in a house with an ice rink inside, why not use it? She walked into the large room turning on the lights. She put her skates on on the bench and got onto the ice. She hadn't skated since before leaving Russia and she really missed it. She skated around in a few circles before doing a jump. 

(Olympic AU umm reunion thing)
          Natalia stood on the porch checking the address that Svetlana sent her one more time. Svetlana had been a major help to her these past few months, and would be her only other option if this fell through. She was freshly eighteen and had hopped on a plane as soon as her papers were approved and she could access her trust. She just hoped that when she knocked the man who had funded all of that would recognize her, and even want her here. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, immediately getting met by the sound of a dog barking. 

(Olympic AU fork meet kitchen)
          Shane sat on the couch under his blanket as he waited for Ilya to come back from putting their daughter down so they could watch a movie together. His blinked a few times struggling to keep his eyes open. He let them shut. A small power nap wouldn't hurt right? 

(hollanov Olympics. Shane's so brat)
          Shane huffed softly as sitting at one of the stools of their kitchen island, eating his breakfast. Ilya had been bickering with him all week about his crutches and Shane was tired of it. He couldn't wrap his head around why Ilya was being so stubborn about them and risking his recovery. Which was why he was wearing his reading glasses, he knew that they would always win him an argument. 

(hollanov mafia au)
          Shane paced around Ilya's massive apartment. He had been staying there a lot recently, Ilya finally letting him into more of his life after more than a year of this ... arrangement? Shane had been tidying up, making himself useful. He had started laundry when he saw a shirt stained with blood. He held it in his hands pacing around. "Fuck- what the fuck!" He ran his free hand through his hair. 

(hollanov mafia au)
          Shane smiled as he made the rounds in the club, guys and girls alike looking at him in his skimpy uniform, but he was used to it. It was a paycheck, and this club was discreet so this wouldn't follow him once he graduated. He froze up seeing the tall broad shouldered man with golden curls walk in again. His tray shook as his body froze up. He rushed to the counter. "Rose I'm going on break!" He called out before walking towards the breakroom. 

(Olympics au, Shane Hollander and his weird relationship with food)
          Shane groaned softly blinking his eyes open. He felt an ache in the back of his head. His skin was against the cool gym floor and the Olympic hockey team stood around him in a circle. He hadn't known how he ended up on the ground, last thing he remembered was doing his cool down for the morning intensity training at the gym. "...what happened?-"

(wow Olympic AU who's surprised?)
          Shane unlocked the door to his Montreal apartment. He had just gotten back from being dragged to going out to drinks after a win. He took his shoes off sighing softly. His brows furrowed seeing a glow from the living room. "Could've sworn I turned that off-" Shane muttered under his breath as he walked into the living room. What he was met with made him smile. Shane walked over to the couch gently nudging his sleeping boyfriend. "Ilya?"

(Olympic AU hollanov fork found in kitchen)
          Shane slipped off his suit jacket hanging it up. They had the most beautiful wedding he could have asked for, but the reception didn't get done until way late and he was exhausted. He sighed softly and unbuttoned his shirt, he just wanted to lay down and sleep. Definitely not the most romantic way to spend their wedding night but his brain couldn't handle anything else.