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Iyla knows that Shane Hollander has two vices: crazy hot sex with his very handsome boyfriend, and gummy bears. Well, any gummy candy really, but the bears are his favourite. It's a sensory thing more than a taste thing. He loves the chewiness, and he can never just have a handful. If there's a packet open he will finish it.
The problem, Ilya has noticed, is that afterwards he always feels guilty about straying from his perfectly constructed diet plan, and he gets all quiet and in his head for the rest of the day.
But that's when Ilya sees them: sugar free gummy bears. His heart is racing as he adds a bulk box of them to his cart. He even buys a cute jar to keep all the packets in and a gift box and everything. He hits 'buy' thinking that he's about to get such a good grade in boyfriend.
And he does! When Ilya arrives at Shane's house ahead of the Montreal/Boston game later that day, he looks delighted as he opens the gift box to see the jar full of gummy bears. And when Ilya explains that they're sugar free, Shane's eyes get all sparkly along the waterline in that way that tells Ilya he's gotten something so right.
Unfortunately, those of you who know what happens when you eat sugar free gummy bears will know that Shane has been handed a ticking time bomb. But as Ilya's kissed against the refrigerator so hard that half of Shane's magnets clatter to the floor, as he's dragged off to Shane's room, Ilya thinks he's absolutely aced it.
He's warming up before the game later and can't help but notice that Shane is nowhere to be found. He's normally the first on the ice. Did something happen to him? Ilya's whole body suddenly goes cold and he feels that awful pre-throwup feeling, but he tries not to panic. He skates over to Pike who's taking the team through their stretches.
"Where's Hollander?" he asks.
"Why do you care?" asks Pike snippily and Ilya doesn't have time for this right now. He just needs to know that Shane's okay. Or, he realises with a sickening new thought, that Yuna and David are okay.
"Oh you would not care if the Boston captain was not on the ice for some reason?" He's rapidly losing patience, but is trying to hold onto his aloof asshole persona. The Metros have abandoned their stretches, watching the drama unfolding above them and Ilya can feel every camera in the arena on them, waiting for something to happen.
"Probably not, no." Ilya wants to punch him. Oh he wants to punch him now more than ever.
"Just fucking tell me, asshole! I just want to know if he's okay."
"He's got food poisoning," says Pike, drawing himself to his full height, clearly squaring up for a fight. All the fight has gone out of Ilya though.
"Is not possible," says Ilya, without thinking. They had the same boring bland premade chicken from the same Tupperware. If Shane has food poisoning, he should have food poisoning too. It can't have been dinner. Unless...
Fuck. The fucking bears.
"I don't know what to tell you, man," says Pike, and something on Ilya's face must read as real worry because Pike has stopped glaring and now seems to be puzzling something out. "He called me about an hour ago sounding fucking awful wondering if he should go to the emergency room with it."
"What?" He poisoned his boyfriend so badly that he had to go to hospital about it?
"He's okay now I think," says Hayden quickly, sensing his panic. "Well, not okay, but he texted me about five minutes ago to say he thinks the worst is over. Had to sit out the game though, so you'll probably be happy about that."
"Sure, whatever, Pike," he says, too fucking worried and guilty to do anything other than skate numbly away. He wishes he could leave right now, take the fines and just rush to Shane's house to check he's okay. But he can't – there would be absolutely no reason for the Boston captain to rush off the ice right now. It would ruin everything for Shane. And anyway, this should be the best possible outcome for the Raiders.
Ilya ends up playing some of the worst hockey of his whole career. The only time he's played worse was the game he had to play after Shane was carried off the ice on a stretcher. The Raiders lose by an embarrassing margin, the press are gleeful, his team are pissed at him, and he doesn't even care because he just wants to know that Shane is going to be okay when he gets home to him.
Forty minutes after the final whistle, he lets himself in with the code and key Shane has trusted him with.
"Shane! My Shane! Are you okay?" he says, tearing through to the living room looking for him. He's not there. Fuck, what if he went to the emergency room after all? What if he's dying in a bed somewhere all alone? What if—
It's then that he hears a small voice from the bedroom.
"Here, baby."
Ilya starts crying as he makes his way to the room. He can't help himself. He's spent the past three hours feeling sick with worry. He immediately crawls onto the bed and pulls Shane into his arms. Shane starts pressing comforting kisses to his forehead. "Hey, no why are you crying? What happened?"
"What happened?" says Ilya, looking up at Shane incredulously. "I fucking poisoned you, that's what happened! Pike told me you had food poisoning and I knew it wasn't the chicken. It was the fucking bears, right?"
"No," says Shane, and Ilya glares at him. "Okay, it was the bears, but it's not your fault. I went to go look it up when I could finally think again and it turns out that the sugar substitute is a pretty powerful laxative. Some of the reviewers only had a few and were already in trouble."
"How many did you have?" asked Ilya.
"Two whole packets," says Shane with a grimace. "So you see, it's not your fault. It's my fucking gummy bear problem."
"Did you throw the rest out?" asks Ilya, wanting those evil little fuckers as far away from his Shane as possible.
"I did," he says. "Sorry, baby. It was really sweet of you, but I can't do that again."
"Of course you can't," says Ilya, pressing a kiss to Shane's chest. "You are okay now though?"
"I'm okay now. They're out of my system I think. Everything's out of my system probably."
Ilya presses another kiss to Shane's chest.
"Come, let's get you a nice warm shower and then into bed for some proper rest."
He helps Shane shower and wash his hair, knowing he always feels better afterwards, then helps Shane into his comfiest sweatpants and the Raiders tee he stole from Ilya. Once he's in bed, Ilya heads downstairs to get him a Gatorade to help him replenish some of his fluids, as well as some pills to help with the pain. As he throws away the little plastic seal from the pill bottle, he sees them – the rest of the motherfuckers that did this to Shane.
Ilya's never had a blood-feud with a candy before, but he can barely look at them. Deciding he doesn't want them to be under the same roof as Shane for a moment longer, he collects the trash bag and takes it to the garbage bin outside. Good fucking riddance, he thinks, while washing his hands of the murder, and makes his way back to bed.
"You were gone so long," says Shane, snuggling up to Ilya as he sips his drink.
"Had to show those fucking bears who is boss." Shane gives him a curious look. "I emptied trash."
And as Shane laughs and snuggles closer, for the first time since warm-ups, Ilya feels himself relax.
Maybe he's still managed to get a good grade in boyfriend after all.
okay but imagine shane leaving ilya’s hotel room after the nhl awards, obviously in a horrible headspace and what COULD be described as a sort of rejection sickness, promising to distance himself from ilya and to focus on his own needs
because he’s always thinking about what rozanov is doing. he’s working out, wondering if his weights match rozanov’s, training and wondering if he’s working on the same thing he is. wondering if when the bears/raiders are reviewing montreal’s games, if he’s thinking about shane
of course, by the time their next game against boston in the new season comes around, desire beats out rationality. rozanov seems to have forgotten how those two thirds of the last season went between them. he understands, since he’d led his team to a cup, and all.
after they reconcile at the 2017 all-stars, and their relationship becomes more solidified and exclusive, ilya doesn’t want to fall back into that old routine. the one that kept him looking forward to every game, rather than just hockey, hockey, hockey, he had something to look forward to
they spend more time together. shane arrives a day early, even, after coming off of a short break. ilya is glad. he’s happy to have a pretty man in his bed for longer than a hour. he’s so fucking happy that he’s not running out his door again.
they text and call constantly. they never acknowledge that they’re something more, ilya thinks that they never will.
shane gets put out of the playoffs before his team, and ruins ilya’s plans to let him down gently. thank god scott hunter was as repressed as he is.
shane and alexei were friends before they had a falling out due to alexei being misogynistic among other things. ilya, who had taken a great liking to shane, tries to keep in contact with him
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Ilya never gets dementia. He worries about it, with his genetic predisposition and his frequent head injuries. But he never gets it.
His brother does.
His brother calls him, forgetting that Ilya went no-contact with him. Ilya's silent on the phone, listening to Alexei's wife softly explain it to him and take the phone.
He texts Ilya, asking when where he is. Asking who he's playing next game.
Ilya's been retired for over 20 years.
He knows Shane wants to say something, but he never does. He's just quietly supportive.
One day, it's Alexei's wife that calls him. She apologizes for calling. She tells him Alexei doesn't remember her anymore. Or their daughter. He only asks about Ilya and their parents. She offers to delete Ilya's number from his phone.
Ilya declines.
After that, he starts answering the phone. And talking.
Alexei asks where he is. Ilya tells him he's coming home soon. That seems to make Alexei happy.
Alexei asks who Ilya is playing. Ilya says Montreal. Alexei tells him to win or papa will be angry.
Alexei tells him mama made him soup. Ilya tells him that was his daughter. Alexei laughs, he doesn't have a daughter.
He doesn't remember how cruel he was to Ilya. He doesn't remember how much he loved drugs and drinking.
He was so much like Ilya's Alexei, before he started taking after their father. Before he let his anger at their mother consume him. Before he caught Ilya and Sasha and allowed his fear for his little brother to turn into anger and disgust.
One day Ilya offers his wife, Natalia, to have them visit. Their daughter has visited more than once, even stayed with them for a summer after high school. His and Shane's kids tried to teach her hockey.
Natalia regretfully tells him Alexei is not well enough to travel.
Ilya can't travel to them, not while he's married to Shane.
But their phone calls are enough.
About once a week, he gets to speak to a version of his brother than he had dearly missed. He gets to talk about his mama like she's still live, not dead for over 50 years. He gets to talk about the rink he and Alexei used to play hockey at. To talk about the stray cat he and Alexei once hid in their bedroom for a week.
He finds himself looking forward to the phone calls.
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My phone absolutely DID NOT want to photograph the engravings on the vinyls but I tried my best. I love little heartfelt details like this.
I dunno why I was so excited for the trading cards but I’m very happy with them. Maybe it’s nostalgia from my childhood Pokémon days, because I’ve never been a sports trading card person, but I love collecting little pieces of shiny paper. Sue me.
I’m sure people have dissected all the photos in the album by now but this was the first time I noticed “YUNA” written on Shane’s hockey stick. I know a lot of people interpret their relationship in a bad way, but it reminds me a lot of my relationship with my own mom, and it makes me happy when I see how much Shane and his mom love each other, even if they don’t always do the right thing for each other.
shane and alexei were friends before they had a falling out due to alexei being misogynistic among other things. ilya, who had taken a great liking to shane, tries to keep in contact with him
deer!hybrid shane hollander is the head physiotherapist for the ottawa centaurs. he had a dream of being a player in the nhl, but prey ‘don’t belong in professional sports’ (and his giant antlers)
so he watches from behind the glass. doesnt try out for a prey-league (antlers…) because those aren’t taken anywhere as seriously as the nhl.
instead, he’s timid, quiet, and more often than not, hidden away in his office until there’s a reason for him to he interacting with the team. everyone is kind to him if not a little intimidated by the extra height that his species provides him with (i’m entirely exaggerating. it’s like 5 in of height)
when the wolf-hybrid, ilya rozanov, signs with the centaurs, shane is dreading having an in-person meeting with him because, in his experience, predators that are arrogant like him tend to be dismissive of him.
they meet. ilya finds himself transfixed on the way shane’s deer-ears twitch when things get a little too loud (which is ironic since he works for a hockey team), and how the white spots that blend with the dark fur are a perfect match to the freckles that cover the bridge of his nose
he also did quite enjoy when the cute little deer flushed when he asked him to remove his shirt for a brief examination
shane is pleasantly surprised to find that ilya was quiet and respectful, didn’t object or try to correct him—the one with the phd—when he was trying to do his job. his canines were prominent when he spoke; glinted in the light when he smirked at shane. mostly, shane was glad that his antlers were not a point of interest.
ilya is enraptured by those literal doe eyes. he showboats for shane although he doesn’t always watch the games or practices, maybe plays up when his joints feel stiff. just so he can see the pretty deer that’s required to touch his bare skin in order for him to play hockey
the team does absolutely comment when ilya returns from shane’s office with a wagging tail and his ears standing up tall
wolf!hybrid ilya that has a short temper needs to be ‘domesticated’ in order to safely refuge to canada. he’s placed under the care of one shane hollander to be integrated into canada’s very different hybrid rights properly
he has his hackles raised around shane for a solid month, refusing speaking beyond one-word answers or eat in shane’s presence. eventually the walls are broken down and ilya willingly lingers in the same room as shane
shane is so happy that the wold hybrid is finally showing signs of trust and opening up to him. he engages conversation as much as he can, trying to find out more about ilya’s rough background without prying. ilya is regretfully endeared by shane’s persistence
they get closer. shane occasionally invites rose or hayden over. with either he’ll hide away in his room or glare at the back’s of their heads from the kitchen until shane turns to him and levels him with a look
ilya lets shane scratch his ears, the base of his tail. it wags when shane enters a room smiling at him, as if he’s still a puppy. his ears twitch, delighted when shane’s breath ghosts the backs of them
ilya scents the blankets that are draped over the couches to ‘lay claim’ although shane can’t smell him in that way. he leaves clothes laying around, bares his teeth at strangers when they’re out together. shane is none the wiser, thinks it’s all friendly
he is unaware that ilya is being downright territorial because he’s unable to pick up on how his entire house stinks of wolf. when shane’s parents eventually come around (after being given the clear when ilya started speaking and such), ilya is so eager to please. he sits next to shane like he’s actually his fucking pet.
shane’s parents raise an eyebrow at shane’s oblivious smile as he tells them about work, at ilya listening intently with his gaze trained fully on their son, and don’t mention it.
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Hi! I have been reading a few of your au and they are so good, I fell in love with your ilya as yuna’s assistant post and I just couldn’t wait to see more, your writing is great!!!
hi thank u so much!!!!!
i am considering making it longer/a full fic but then i started writing shane whump last night (again)…
if you spam my inbox with whatever you wanna see i’ll get to it tho!
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