In honour of finishing my first Heated Rivalry fanfic, have a fanart that I've been staring at entirely too long. Affinity and I are slowly getting better at communicating but we're still mere acquaintances.

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Scott and Kip get a lot of invitations now that they're the one couple everybody talks about. But this invitation is just a little bit different from the usual. At least neither of them had expected to be asked to spend a weekend at Shane Hollander's cottage, with Shane. And Ilya Rozanov. Especially since there's a little bit of history between Scott and the other two players. But sometimes, a relaxed weekend in the middle of nowhere is just what you need.

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“I think, for me, the weirdest reaction to my coming out—I mean you expect the hate and you’re grateful for the love—but the weirdest reaction was from people who complain that … I’m not gay enough?” He sounds honestly confused. “What, they want you to start painting your nails or something?” Shane asks, frowning again. “Wouldn’t be a bad look for you, Hunter.” Ilya waggles his eyebrows at Scott but Scott mostly ignores him. “I don’t know. I guess. Maybe. I honestly don’t really get them. Shouldn’t they be happy there’s a gay player at all now? Out, I mean.” Both Shane and Ilya agree but Kip hums absentmindedly. He’s actually been thinking about that one for a bit and he’s got a theory that might explain that so he’s not ready to write those people off as completely weird or crazy. Although they are annoying.  He finally notices the heavy silence and looks up to find both Shane and Ilya looking expectantly at him and Scott has half turned in the embrace as well. “Anything you wanna share with the rest of the group, hun?” Scott asks, demonstrating he knows Kip too well by now.

Chapter Six is up 🥳

An idea my brain surprised me with when I woke up this morning XD

I love the "sorry can you pretend to be my boyfriend for a moment" meetcute trope so I imagined what would happen if Kip approaches Scott like that (not knowing who he is) (why is Scott at the club? Idk. Why is Kip confident Scott won't punch him? Idk) because he's trying to shake off his stupid ex boyfriend. Scott is too startled to really protest (also Kip is very hot) and the next moment Kip is kissing him (because the ex can't take a hint).

Only problem is: somebody took a picture so next morning, the headlines are "Scott Hunter seen kissing man in NY club" etc. and Kip is absolutely MORTIFIED and is scrambling to make a press statement, having to tell all of NY that he accidentally kissed (outed) Scott Hunter because his ex boyfriend was annoying.

And Scott's at a crossroads because he's got two choices now:

double down on the closet. Except now that the idea has been planted in peoples' heads, it's probably even more difficult to pretend and he'll probably have to marry some poor girl just to get out of this

or embrace the opportunity he's been given because wouldn't it be nice if he could kiss a boyfriend in a club? (the bf conveniently looking like Kip in his daydreams because the kiss had been brief but nice)

The idea comes with extra helpings of

Scott dithering so long on how to react that it's basically too late to deny now

Kip being a complete anxious mess because he fucked up so spectacularly

Scott being an anxious mess but trying to reassure Kip because he doesn't actually blame him (more himself for being in the club)

George very much not knowing how to help his son with the mess he's gotten himself into

a conversation between Scott and Carter that goes basically S: no, that wasn't my secret boyfriend. I don't have a boyfriend C: awkward, but he was cute S: ...what if I was gay though? C: As your best friend, I'd be a little sad you never told me but of course you'd still be my best bud S: ... okay. I'm gay. C: As your best friend, I'm a little sad you never told me but of course you're still my best bud S: Thanks. Okay C: Okay *teary-eyed hug*

Scott awkwardly asking Kip out for real, Kip being very flustered and awkward but when Scott starts backtracking (because omg, did I come on too strong???), he basically leaps into his arms

Ilya and Shane being very confused on the side

Could also include:

ex bf going "your new bf is SCOTT HUNTER?!?!" and Kip going shocked pikachu

“Did you sleep well?” Shane asks the next morning when Kip and Scott make their way into the kitchen. “Did you have fun?” Ilya adds with a shiteating grin, eyes travelling over them and taking special notice of their entwined hands. He’s sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping coffee, while Shane is busy preparing breakfast. Kip doesn’t need to turn towards Scott to know he’s rolling his eyes. He can practically hear it. But Kip just smiles, squeezing Scott’s fingers. “Yes, both. Thank you.”  His voice doesn’t waver a bit, sounding casual and cheerful. He doesn’t even react when Scott makes a sound next to him that somehow manages to be both a snort and a sigh. There’s probably another eyeroll in there, too. Kip’s smile grows a little wider. Ilya raises his coffee cup at Kip with a nod before turning to Scott. “I like your boyfriend.” “Yes, I’m aware. Thank you. I happen to like him, too.”

Chapter Three is up 🥳

“So,” Ilya says, sipping from his can of coke, “tell us how you found your hot boyfriend. The real version, not press version.” He grins, a twinkle in his eyes. “Rozanov.” Scott’s tone is pure warning. It’s deep and growly and does things to Kip he tries very hard to ignore, seeing how they’re in company and all that. He’s maybe a little bit obsessed with Scott’s voice (and everything else about him). “What? It’s true. It’s a compliment.” Ilya waves at Kip as if to support his words with evidence and Kip shifts a little under his gaze. “You don’t think your boyfriend is hot?” Scott groans. “Of course I think he’s hot!” Now he sounds like he’s losing an argument with a toddler and is not handling it well.  Kip stifles a chuckle in his own can of ginger ale.

Chapter Two is up! 🥳

Ilya laughs and steals a pancake from Shane’s plate even though there’s still plenty available. “Is okay. We do not need to argue on your last morning.” “Don’t make it sound so terminal. We’re just flying back, not dying!” “Yes, please don’t die. I need to beat you in the playoffs this season. Get the cup back.” Scott grins. “Feel free to try.” “Ooh, someone’s getting cocky after … how many cup wins? One?” Shane leans back in his chair, arms crossed, and grins at him. “Oh fuck both of you!” Kip pats Scott’s arm, trying to swallow the laughter bubbling in his throat. “I wish I could refer to this conversation the next time someone asks what it’s like hanging out with hockey players. But, uh, I won’t. For obvious reasons.” He waves at Shane and Ilya and the whole ‘not out’ of it all.

IT IS DONE!!! MY FIRST HR FIC IS COMPLETE!!!! 🥳🥳🥳

“Hey.

“Hey. Sorry, I couldn’t sleep anymore and thought I might as well try to catch the sunrise out here.”

“Okay.” Then, after a pause. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.”

“Kip …”

“It’s nothing. Just a bit of bad brain weather or something. I’ll be fine.”

“Kip … talk to me.”

“It’s … it’s nothing.”

“Clearly not.”

“Scott—”

“Please, darling. Just talk to me. Whatever it is.”

Kip bites his lip hard, avoiding Scott’s gaze. But after a while he gives in. 

He still doesn’t look at him.

“Sometimes I’m afraid that you’ll figure out that you don’t actually love me. That you just latched on to your first boyfriend with all the desperation of too many years of loneliness and mistook that for love. Or … that maybe you do love me but it’s not the forever kind of love, just that first excitement of being so close to someone, but that you won’t ever admit that to yourself because you’re stubborn and you see things through and so you think you’ll have to see this through, too, even if you no longer love me and then you’ll be trapped again and I know marriage is all about ‘promise to love me until we’re fucking dead’ and all that but I don’t … I mean I want that, I hope that’s how it’ll be because I love you so fucking much but I couldn’t bear to be the one trapping you again in a situation you don’t want to be in and I … I know that I’m being unfair to you and that I should trust you to know your own feelings and what you want and I do, for the most part I do, but sometimes …”

“Sometimes you’re afraid.”