Hollanov / Skip fanfic — alternate universe
Main switching POV — Ilya Rozanov and Scott Hunter because I want them to become friends via forced proximity
Scott wanting to go back to his universe and realsing he probably only can achieve that by getting Hollanov together is incredibly funny to me
After a successful week of the Game Changers camp in Montréal and a wrap-up party involving too many drinks, Kip manages to get out of Rozanov why he built a career on chirping on Scott: it's petty jealousy, and it's hilarious. Scott had been Shane Hollander's first crush and gay awakening when he was a teen. Ilya never forgave the Admirals' captain for that.
When Scott wakes up the next day, it's June 2016 and he's in bed with Shane Hollander. He almost has a heart attack. Now he has to team up with his n°1 hater to correct the timeline and hope to go back to his.
It’s past midnight and too many drinks to count when Kip leans forward with a glint in his eye:
“Alright! There is something I always wanted to know, and you're gonna tell me!”
He points a finger at Roz, who doesn't bother to suppress his chuckle.
“That meant to scare me, Grady?” he asks, amused.
“Don't be an asshole,” he pushes his arm playfully. “Can you tell me why you hate on Scott in public? I know you like him, really.”
Ilya scoffs and turns his gaze towards his husband. Shane is flushed prettily because of alcohol, freckles on full display. He looks adorable.
“Do you want me to tell, moy lyubimyy?” He nudges his husband gently.
“Nooo…” he whines. “It's embarrassing.”
“We're among friends here,” Kip sing-songs, pretty wasted himself. “Come on Shane, no one is going to judge.”
“You might want to rethink that,” the Canadian tells him. “For starters, I was a teenager. It barely counts.”
“Oh yes it does,” Ilya disagrees, and Kip feels it's not the first time the couple has had this discussion. “It has fuelled my public disdain for dinosaur Hunter for years,” Ilya says as he sipped on his drink. Crazy how sober he looks considering he out drank them both. Scott, perfect as always, chose not to drink to drive them home, his hero!
“Come on Roz, I'm curious as well,” Scott intervenes. “I want to know why you chirped at me so badly for so many years.”
Ilya looks at Shane again, and his husband hides his face in his shoulder, mumbling “go ahead.”
“Summer 2010, before rookie season,” Ilya leans forward, setting the stage of his story. “ I schemed to have Shane do CCM shoot with me in Toronto. Was already obsessed with freckles. Wanted to see him again. I realise after the shoot he wants me too, and we agree to meet in his room that night. When I ask if it's his first time with a man, he says yes but he knew he was attracted to men since he was teenager. When I ask how he knows, he says he used to have a crush on Scott Hunter when he was drafted by the Admirals. Crush made him realise “oh, yeah, I like men!”
“Oh my God!” He slaps his husband’s arm. “You are Shane Hollander’s gay awakening!”
Scott and Shane both look mortified, and Kip swears to tease his husband mercilessly about it.
“Good for you!” he doubles down. “Not everyone can say they were the teen crush of a celebrity!”
“Are you serious?” Scott asks Ilya. “You chirped at my age your entire career because the man you were involved with during the entire time of said career had a harmless teenage crush on me?”
“Not harmless,” Ilya says sternly, but he smiles doing so. “I hate that he liked you before he liked me.”
“Oh my God you're so petty!” Scott exclaimed. “He loves you! He married you!”
“Still, I won't forgive you,” Ilya says very seriously.
“Don't mind him Scott. He's an asshole, you know that,” Shane says with a shrug.
Ilya gasps and puts a hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded. Shane lets out a beautiful laugh.
“My jealous,” he kisses his cheek, “petty,” he kisses it again, “possessive asshole,” he lands the final peck on his lips.
“Yours, dusha moya,” Ilya grabs his chin to give him another kiss. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too. So much.”
“Aww!” Kip can't help but melt at the sight. They are so cute together. They couldn't be farther apart personality-wise, as he came to know during the camp, but they just make sense together. Opposites are supposed to attract, aren't they?
Before they fall asleep in their Montréal suite, he tells his husband: “I can see it though. You're both very compatible in terms of character. You both used to put hockey before anything else and would've been on the same page about waiting for retirement to come out. Ilya and I both are so lucky you guys didn't find each other back then. I'm sure you would've hit it off the parc.”
Scott managed to groan about his husband being on a first name basis with his number one hater.
“I don't think either of us would've been fully happy and fulfilled in such a relationship. It would've been nice companionship for sure, but Hollander and I don't have that spark."
“What spark?” Kip plays on, feigning ignorance.
“The magical one that ignites between two people and makes them do crazy things. Like hooking up with your direct rival for your entire career and telling the NHL Comissioner to fuck off out of love for them, or kissing the man you love on center ice after winning the Cup.”
Kip smiles fondly at his husband and kisses him.
“Yeah,” he muses, a hand to his lips. “I feel it.”
Scott has to kiss him again after that, and again, and again. They end up falling asleep in each other's arms, and Scott wouldn't have it any other way.
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