Ottawa Centaurs (Mister Hollander’s)
established hollanov | centaurs!ilya era | fluff | 7.1k
“Yes, my Shane is very brave. Even if he’s scared,” he proudly declares, and then, as he is the biggest softie in the history of mankind, turns slightly to caress Shane’s head, stroking his dark hair while Shane feels like collapsing under the attention.
“I’m not,” he stubbornly mumbles, and Bood wants to scream because he swears he’s just witnessed the great Shane Hollander pout.
“You two are so cute,” instead he says, with a childlike glee in his voice.
“I am Russian. I cannot be cute, Bood,” Ilya immediately retorts, though. But then he grins and places his hand back in Shane’s hair. “Shane is really cute, though. My Shane is the cutest!”
Shane wishes he were stronger. If he were, he would slap his boyfriend’s hand away, telling him to stop petting him and referring to him like he would address Anya, but he is a weak, weak man when it comes to Ilya Rozanov, so he can’t help but snort and chuckle, eventually leaning more and more of his weight on the other man.
Dykstra seems to have listened to part of the conversation, because exactly when Bood wants to say something, he intervenes.
“I didn’t know Cap was such a sap, oh my God! Guys, come see!” He gleefully encourages their teammates to come up to them and witness Rozanov’s sweet side.
“What is sap, Hollander?” Ilya scrunches up his nose and asks Shane, who would just eat him whole (he is so cute, Russian and all).
“Like, disgustingly romantic? Maybe a fool?”
Ilya frowns. “Did Dykstra call me stupid?”
Shane laughs. “No, Ilya. It’s like– when someone is so in love that they act a bit foolish with their… lover,” he explains, putting a special emphasis on the word lover, enjoying the way his boyfriend’s eyes crinkle with joy.
He kisses his forehead for a split second, just because he can.
“Ah,” Ilya finally understands, cheeks flaming red despite Russians not blushing. “I, how you say, contain multiples. Shane tells me always.”
Everyone laughs, not in a mean or unkind way, and Shane is sure that he’s about to burst at the seams with all the love that is flowing through his veins.
“It’s multitudes, Ilya. I contain multitudes,” he gently corrects.
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