They are 2 cool 4 me

Bonus with no text:

Ilya smiled at the understatement.

"We couldn't be prouder of the man he's become,' David continued. "I don't have any Stanley Cup rings, but I have Shane.''

Chapter 39, The Long Game

....

It's Christmas of 1988.

There's one more present under the tree, and Yuna's eyes are dancing as she hands it to David. He opens it to find the tiniest pair of shoes he's ever seen.

"No. Really?" He's dizzy.

"Really," Yuna grins, and her eyes are shining with tears, and David loves that face more than anything. He hopes their baby looks just like her.

.....

It's a bitterly cold day in February of 1989 when David puts the shoes away. He pushes down all the anger of it's not fair, why us, why our baby. Yuna needs him.

The doctor had said you're young, you can try again.

"somewhere in the future ilya wakes up one day and randomly decides to get a buzzcut and then their kids can't stop touching his head cause it feels soft"

"meanwhile shane going through the 5 stages of grief over his curls"

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Procurement Officer Shane Hollander, Ontario Public Service, Retired Hockey Player Ilya Rozanov, Cycling, the WTO-GPA Summary:

Ilya had dismissed the feeling out of hand, except he has now just spent half an hour in the bicycle shop considering the difference between 190 gsm and 250 gsm merino wool and which would best keep Shane warm while wicking sweat during his morning commutes.

“Chopping carrots with Ilya,” Shane sings under his breath. “Making salad with Ilya.”

Yuna smiles softly from the dining room. This is one of her favorite things about her son. From the time he could (barely) talk, he made up little songs about anything and everything. The first time he’d done it, he’d been strapped into his car seat and watching cars go by. When he’d caught Yuna’s eye in the rear view mirror, he’d smiled with all 8 of his little teeth and waved.

“Dwiving,” he’d sung, all of 18 months old and barely able to say the word properly. “Dwivin’ wi’ Mama. Wuv Mama.”

Yuna’s not sure if it’s Shane’s way of processing the world around him, just A Thing some people do, or something special about her baby boy. All she knows is that from the first time he’d made up a little tune about Driving With Mama, everything turned into a song. When he’s comfortable and feeling at ease, Shane turns little things around him into music.

Learning to tie his shoes? “Daddy’s teaching me to tie my shoes. One lace over the other. Make the bunny ears!”

Gearing up for practice when he was 8? “Going to practice. Gonna be great. Gonna score a goal!”

Studying for a science test? “Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. Everyone says it because it’s true. Moving on—organelles and cell walls.”

Gearing up for his first Metros game as captain? “Taping my hockey stick. Going out on the ice. Gonna kick some ass.”

It’s something so uniquely, adorably, perfectly Shane.

Today, though? As Shane’s in the kitchen preparing a salad for lunch? For the first time, someone else sings along. For the first time in Shane’s life, someone hears the tune and lyrics that only exist in his head and joins in.

“Making salad with Shane,” Ilya croons along, hooking his chin over his boyfriend’s shoulder and wrapping strong arms around his waist. “Preparing lunch with my love.”

Shane smiles and sings back as Ilya nuzzles his neck. “Being domestic with my boyfriend. Thinking of boring things we can do together.”

Ilya laughs and kisses his ear before finishing the song. “I love to be boring with yooouuuu.”

Shane pauses on the other line, breath catching as he holds back overwhelming emotion.

“Mom,” he croaks. “I…fuck.”

Yuna stays calm. She mentally takes stock of the situation. Ilya’s fine—he just texted her, a few seconds before Shane called, to warn her of the incoming storm. David’s fine—he’s sitting right next to her, confused and alarmed as their son has some manner of episode on the phone. She’s fine. So what’s—

“—wi’ Dada!”

…oh. Oh.

It’s soft at first, but picking up in volume. Tiny pit-pats in the background accompany the most beautiful little voice Yuna’s heard since Shane made up his first song, Driving With Mama, from his car seat all those years ago.

“Eating,” the little voice sings in the background. It’s garbled by what Yuna assumes are half-chewed remnants of an afternoon snack; probably organic peanut butter on apple slices. “Eating wi’ Dada. Eating wi’ Papa. Dada on phone! Who on phone, Dada?”

There’s wet laughter in the background, further from the phone. “Oh God, Shane. It’s genetic. She’s a little you!”

More tearful laughter, this time from Shane. “That’s not—she’s adopted, Ilya.”

“I don’t care what the papers say. She is you. Listen to her, she is perfect. She must be part you, sweetheart.”

happy pride month to the bi girls that want a bf or have a bf, happy pride month to bi men who want a gf or have a gf, happy pride month to every bisexual person that at some point felt like they were not queer enough, happy pride month to every bisexual person that feels like they are betraying their queerness by being in straight passing relationships

happy pride to all bisexual divas!!

Images from a Summer never was~

Inspired by the fact that it breaks my heart that Shane and Ilya have no pictures from the early years of their relationship 😭😭😭😭

(Zoom ins below the cut!)

The first time Shane ever calls Ilya a pet name ("baby" being my preferred but whatever makes sense to you) and Ilya's reaction to it.

Love,

A fellow Magicians fan having made the leap to HR

(takes place post-season 1, still at the cottage)

It's hard to say what Ilya's favorite part of being here is. Shane's cottage is beautiful, the land around it like a picture, but Ilya spends most of his time looking at Shane. Holding Shane. Fucking Shane. Going to sleep and having his last thoughts be that he will wake up with Shane.

The sound of rain against the glass is soothing to wake up to. Ilya had fallen asleep spooned up behind Shane, and in the night they'd shifted so that Ilya is sprawled across Shane's chest, an arm hooked around his torso. It's possessive, and they're both hot and a little sweaty, but neither of them moved to separate either.

Ilya comes to fully, realizing that Shane's fingers are in his hair, stroking slowly.

"You up, baby?" Shane says, voice groggy with sleep.

Ilya lifts his face, pushing up into Shane's hand. He feels like the cats his mother used to keep, soft and purring only for her. They'd humored Ilya and despised the loudness of Alexei, their love reserved for one. He wonders if that's what he and Shane are to each other. Time will tell, what they are to become.

Ilya is okay living in this moment, for now.

Shane's draws his hand down to Ilya's cheek, stroking his thumb at the corner of Ilya's mouth where his smile begins. Shane's own knowing smile pulls at his lips.

"What?" he asks.

"Say that again."

Shane wets his lips. His left hand joins his right, cradling Ilya's face between both like he has to hold him still. Like he wants to keep looking. Ilya doesn't know what Shane sees, doesn't know what he hopes to find, but he so, so, wants to be held.

Shane doesn't ask for clarification.

"C'mere, baby, come on," Shane says, voice nearly toneless, but not a whisper. "Kiss me."

during the literal YEARS of not knowing he could potentially kill shane? NO

THE ALLERGIES WAITED UNTIL HE FELT SAFE

he had fries or something while he was out at a bar with the team and didn't think about it because he didn't order them and was just absentmindedly grazing from the plate that got shared, but he goes home to shane, kiss kiss, starting to strip, and then shane just *increasingly frequent pauses to try and clear his throat* *realization about what's happening*