marikofox



Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Men do not cry. Ilya knows this, as much as he knows that being strong is only part of the battle ahead of him; being seen to be strong matters more. Ilya is twelve years old, and no longer a child. It has been four long, brittle days since his mother— since her accident.

    The practice rink is busy, tonight. Under the stern tutelage of Coach Baranov, everyone here is fighting to justify their time on the ice. Hockey, Baranov tells them, often, is not a team sport. Hockey is an act of violence, and of endurance.

    Ilya believes he is practiced at both.

    -

    Six times Ilya gets his teeth knocked out (not metaphorically), and learns to heal a little trauma

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    18,940
    Chapters:
    6/6
    Comments:
    123
    Kudos:
    637
    Bookmarks:
    158
    Hits:
    9,803

    07 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Flight 771 shouldn't have been any different than any of the hundreds of other flights that Shane has taken over the course of his career, aside from the fact that it was taking him towards his lifelong dream—towards the Olympics.

    It shouldn't have been any different.

    BEND OVER, STAY DOWN.

    BEND OVER, STAY DOWN.

    BEND OVER, STAY DOWN.

    It is.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    148,132
    Chapters:
    10/12
    Comments:
    1,399
    Kudos:
    2,994
    Bookmarks:
    1,434
    Hits:
    71,570

    04 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Galina stopped writing to look at Ilya. "Do you think he'd be willing to talk to you next time it happens, even if it's late?"

    Ilya's stomach turned over. He didn't even want to consider it, but he knew the answer. "Yes. But he silences his phone at night."

    "Most phones these days have an option to let certain numbers ring through, even on Do Not Disturb. Do you think he'd be open to setting that up for you?"

    Imagining that conversation made Ilya nauseous. Yes, no fucking doubt, Shane would be open to it if Ilya explained the reason. "I'm not going to ask him to do that."

    Set during The Long Game, an alternate version where the plane scene doesn't happen. Instead, there's this: a car crash, a therapist's duty to report, and an urgent reckoning with priorities.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    37,182
    Chapters:
    6/6
    Comments:
    449
    Kudos:
    5,094
    Bookmarks:
    1,403
    Hits:
    59,618

    03 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    “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.”

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    13,709
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Collections:
    8
    Comments:
    784
    Kudos:
    23,875
    Bookmarks:
    5,439
    Hits:
    324,427

    30 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    The first sound Ilya hears is a thin, discordant symphony of beeps and whirs. Something vibrating. 

    The next thing he hears is…wet. A sort of shaking, gargling sound, that feels like the ugliest crying he’s ever heard. And through it, Shane’s voice. 

    “I’m with him now, mom. He’s— he’s not fine. He’s not. I know—”

    Ilya wants to ask who's not fine, but he can’t feel his own body, his mouth, enough to ask.

    “Yeah,” Shane is saying, only slightly calmer. “I know. He wasn’t breathing—"

    Ilya knows there's a link, between the clinical musicality of medical settings, Shane’s audible, awful distress, and his own physical incapacity. It’s just, it’s so tenuous, and the air around him is so thick, so heavy. It would be easy, to sleep, a little. 

    -
    Footage of the last game between Ottawa and Montreal is everywhere; it’s breached containment from the sports world, and now it seems like everyone is baying for Montreal’s blood. Except, Ilya is oblivious. Not exactly blissfully so, but as the fight for accountability within the league rages on without him, Ilya just wants someone, anyone, to tell him what happened.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    90,785
    Chapters:
    12/12
    Comments:
    1,773
    Kudos:
    6,390
    Bookmarks:
    2,391
    Hits:
    159,752

    31 May 2026