Maraudersforfuckssake

They arrive at a restaurant, Ilya leading Shane inside, smoothly telling the maître d': "We he have a reservation for Hollander."  "Of course. Would you let me show you to your table, Mr. and Mr. Hollander." And Ilya looks so proud and so happy and Shane squeezes his hand tightly.

Ilya wants them to have new bespoke suits for the NHL awards, he got a rec for that hidden gem of a Québécois tailor, and makes Shane call him. Shane rolls his eyes, they have enough suits yet he indulges his husband. He stares at Ilya across the room when he calls and says. "J'ai besoin un rendez-vous pour deux personnes. Oui. Mon nom est Rozanov." Shane only notices after ending the call, blushing slightly, but Ilya comes sauntering towards him, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "Oh, Mr. Rozanov it is, I see. Maybe we should swap."

They go on a family vacation together with David and Yuna and Ilya introduces them with "We are the Hollanders" to all the other hotel guests.

Shane introducing them as "We are Shane and Ilya Rozanov." to the new neighbours.

She tells him to give her his phone and takes the matters into her own hands typing out some filthy stuff, but she doesn't send it. She shows it to Shane and he gets absolutely terrified that it could get to Ilya. He snatches the phone out of her hands and just turns everything into a joke.

Later that night he hides under a separate blanket and tries to remember everything she wrote, but in his own words. He ends up sending the message to Ilya in a surge of drunk bravery and turns off his phone for the night.

Beside him, Shane is sleeping soundly.

He should just let it be, let him sleep. But, the thing is- Shane made him promise. Promise to wake him up next time.

Which would just be dumb. And unneccesairy. Then we would both be awake, what is the point? But Shane had just repeated his request. Promise.

With a sigh, and quite a bit of shame clinging to him for what he is about to do, he turns and gently strokes over Shane's arm.

"Mh? Wha-?" Shane shifts onto his elbow to look around the dark room instantly. "Is it Anya? Is she throwing up again?"

The concern in Shane's voice over Anya (who had an upset stomach a month ago and they woke up to her retching) makes Ilya smile softly and push closer to him.

"No. Is me."

"You?" Shane's voice is rough from sleep and Ilya noses at his throat before he settles on his shoulder. "Yes."

"...Is your stomach okay?"

"Mhmh, all good. I had a nightmare."

"Oh." Warm arms wrap around him immediatly.

The way Shane squeezes him and presses several kisses against his hairline makes Ilya breathe out. Relieved that Shane's not annoyed with him. He knew he wouldn't be. Of course he wouldn't be. He made him promise to wake him. But, still.

"That sucks. Tell me about it?" The words are sleepily slurred together, which makes Ilya smile again.

"Mh. No." He turns his head slightly to place two pecks on Shane's chest, lingering on the second one. His hand sneaks under Shane's shirt and rubs over his stomach, a soothing back and forth. "Is all good now."

"Mh'okay." There is the slightest voice crack which makes Ilya's smile grow at the memory of Shane high as a kite on pain killers all those years ago.

"Glad you woke me up."

When Ilya moves to the Centaurs he doesn’t get to keep his number. Some old fuck on the team already has it and refuses to trade, no matter how much Ilya bribes him.

so, in true Ilya Rozanov fashion, he picks the number 24. People think he did it to be an asshole, which is true, but he also did it to have Shane with him all the time. Shane was both infuriated and touched by it.

but then of course, years later, SHANE transfers to Ottawa. And lo and behold, the old fuck who had number 81 retired, so when Shane has to choose a number?

81 is available.

so the first day of training, Shane walks into practice in a jersey that says Hollander, 81, with an absolutely shit-eating grin on his face.

(hayden had learned early on to always wear socks in their hotel rooms because shane would have palpitations if he saw his bare feet on the public carpet)