“Are you and Mickey gonna get a divorce?” was the first thing out of Liam’s mouth when he came home from school that day. Ian stared at him. “What?”

“I mean you fight a lot. Like a lot. The other night he said he’d divorce you but he didn’t sign a prenup.”

Ian sighed and set down his book. He’d almost forgotten that comment Mickey had made. They’d resolved their argument, had some fantastic make-up sex, and now they were focusing on setting up their business. To be fair they were still bickering constantly, endlessly, but it wasn’t something that bothered Ian too much. At least if he was sick of Mickey here he could leave the room and go hang out somewhere else, unlike prison.

“We’re not getting a divorce,”’Ian said simply.

“You fight all the time, though.”

“Hey, we fight with everyone. Lip fought with Fiona a lot-“

“And she’s gone-“

“Buddy, she still calls us. She’s gone because she needs to live her own life instead of dealing with everyone else-you know what, that was a bad example. Okay look. Me and Lip fight sometimes and we still hang out.”

Liam sighed. “Not as bad as you and Mickey do. I’m just surprised. After all you went through to get married…”

Ian put out a hand and ruffled his brother’s hair. “Mickey and I aren’t getting a divorce just because we fight a lot. Especially not after everything we’ve been through,” Ian said.

“You sure?” Liam asked.

At that moment, Mickey conveniently came bounding down the stairs, two at a time, and playfully shook Ian’s shoulders from behind him. Ian laughed and tilted his head back to kiss his husband, cupping his jaw and tugging him close. Mickey smiled contentedly against Ian’s lips and pressed another kiss to his mouth, fingers digging into his shoulder. When they drew apart, Ian grabbed Mickey’s arm and flipped him over onto the sofa. Liam sprung up to avoid being crushed by Mickey and watched the two of them wrestle it out on the sofa, till Ian managed to secure his husband’s wrists, pinning him to the sofa.

“What do you think, Liam?” Ian panted, not taking his eyes from Mickey.

“What’s he think bout what?” Mickey asked. Ian grinned and leaned down to kiss the tip of Mickey’s nose. Mickey scrunched his face in a front of indignation but he smiled nonetheless.

“Thinks we’re gonna get a divorce cause we fight all the time.”

“Not all the time,” Mickey said. He turned his head to glance at Liam. Liam thought he looked quite comical, pinned underneath Ian, but he seemed happy enough.

“Besides, it was worse in prison,” shrugged Ian. Mickey flexed his wrist in a bid to get free and Ian climbed up off him. He pulled Mickey upright and into his arms and pressed a hard kiss to the side of his head.

“‘Chu worrying bout us for anyway?” Mickey asked, settling back against Ian. He laced his fingers with Ian’s over his own chest, his head fitting back against Ian’s shoulder.

“I’m not,” Liam said. “Just wondering. Divorce rates increased between newlyweds since the pandemic. It’s not unreasonable to think you guys might divorce too.”

Ian chuckled. “Bet those couples have nothin on us,” he said. “Bet they weren’t together for ten years beforehand.”

“Or survived fuck-knows how many breakups. You know what, kid, if your brother ever divorced me, he’d come running back to me like three days later.”

Ian opened his mouth to say something, and the closed it like a goldfish. Mickey laughed. “Gallagher, you came for me with my greasy ass hair when I hadn’t showered in a week. You came for me when I was wearing a beanie lookin like a homeless person and you folded in like three seconds flat. All I’m saying is…you find me irresistible.”

Ian mumbled a sullen “Do not,” but he cracked a smile anyway.

"The Renaissance took place in chaos", Shane Hollander & Ilya Rozanov [Hudson Williams & Connor Storrie], Heated Rivalry 1.02 Olympians, inspired by this post

Jun 2026

I tried to lighten the image, applied a paper texture, applied shadowing, included overlines, flattened it, hated it, lightened it again, hated it more, darkened it, adjusted the tones, bumped up the watercolour overlay, removed the background watercolour splash I had originally because it was too bright, toned it back, and made it more in line with the Renaissance feel I was going for

Senario A - Shane spots either a camera or a microphone ( Ilya has no idea this its there) and thinks that Ilya has been setting him up all this time to be caught by the FBI ( turns out ilyas kinda being played by the FBI too now ) and then Shane disappears and Ilya now has to REALLY try finding Shane and recall all the late night intimate conversations in hopes that there are clues as to where Shane could be whilst both protecting him from getting caught by the police AND tying to convince Shane that he's on his side.

or

Senario B - Shane pissed off some really bad people which is also part of the reason he became a serial killer and when Shane looks over Ilyas shoulder during the Tuna melt scene, Shane see's a small symbol or trinket on Ilyas shelf that is actually the sign of the people Shane's trying to outrun and basically Shane realises that they've found not just him but they also know that Ilyas something valuable to Shane and Shane runs out to protect Ilya and Ilya has no idea - so then its all about Ilya trying to piece together where Shane is and why he's running away meanwhile, Shane keeps trying to protect Ilya and keep him away from these people but because ilya so smart and stubborn and knows Shane so well, none of Shane's misdirections work and Ilya keeps ending up in the middle of everything and that both pisses Shane off but he also finds it endearing and so on and so forth yk??

hang it in the louvre

hahaha