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@caprozanov
"𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚."
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MATURE CONTENT 21+ only
mutuals only
mix of series and books canon
any dialogue typed in between < > is said in Russian
mutuals can use my wire ➞ ilyarozanov
⫸ trigger warning: some depictions of severe depression
♕ starting line up: @iinmortales | @payingtheprice/@seesgood | @hawkinsingenue | @formerfirstson | @rivaledmuses | @shawscandal | @fatedskates
♕ married to: @caphollander
➠ coached by JT / 30+ / he or she / PST / @hargrove
「 hey guys, I'm sorry. my mental health is just bad. like really really bad. I haven't been ok all month and it's clearly getting worse. I just don't know when I can write properly again. 」
This is Ilya Rozanov. But you already know that.
➠ @thetenthman liked for a one-liner / for scott hunter
✘ ♕ ✘ "Same team for All-Stars, must be exciting for you. You finally will know what is like to play with real hockey players."
➠ @rinkholy liked for a one-liner / for rose landry
✘ ♕ ✘ "What is even the point of being your friend if I cannot get good gossip? You must have at least one embarrassing Shane story, yes?"
Send this little flower 🌸 to the friends whose writing you adore and whose presence makes your dash a happier place. Let's share a little love. 💖
「 eeeyyyyyyy right back at you!!! 💛🖤💛 」
➠ @caphollander liked for a one-liner
✘ ♕ ✘ "I love you. Have I told you how much I love you? You are most handsome, most amazing, best husband in whole world."
"Also... I broke your blender."
➠ @faceoffsandgingerale liked for a one-liner
✘ ♕ ✘ "Bad news and good news. The bad news is, we broke your headboard last night.
...and that is also the good news."
「 hello! I know what y'all are probably thinking: jesus, JT is alive?? and yes I am! barely 😝 The 4th of July is a particularly rough holiday for me (for reasons that have nothing with that holiday) so I stepped away from this muse for a little break. sometimes it's cathartic to relate to your muse, but other times it can be a bit overwhelming.
and since then, I've been on the exciting journey of discovering a possible new career path for myself! so I've also been a little distracted.
anyway, I might try to write a bit today. no promises, but I am finally around! 」
“What’s wrong with the closet? It’s a wonderful place crammed full of professional athletes.”
Independent Game Changer multi-muse feat. characters from across all six books. Not spoiler free. Sideblog. More in pinned.
#caphollander ✘ ♕ ✘ #caprozanov
「 canada's 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙚 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 & russia's 𝙄𝙡𝙮𝙖 𝙍𝙤𝙯𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙫 of rachel reid's 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 series 」 ©
the flirt isn’t returned, but the way ilya leans toward him tells him that there isn’t a lack of interest. there’s something there. intrigue, maybe? he’s been on the end of several instances of men wanting to test out their sexuality — some of them ended up in not so nice situations, but those stories were saved for his group chat with his closest friends. he’s a hockey player — so either closeted or curious. someone that he should probably stay away from in regards to anything — but a one night stand means nothing. if ilya’s even interested.
“of course it is,” there’s a playful scoff with a roll of his eyes as he flicks a lock of blond hair from sticking to his forehead, “i made it.” like the entire menu. at least the scott hunter would be making a debut soon. he wants nothing more than to just have the creative freedom to experiment and try out new things, but he gets shot down every time. he loves his job more than his desire to do more, so it’s one of the few times he’ll listen. one day he’ll have a place like this of his own — and a useless degree in art history.
kyle sighs, his nose wrinkling as he casts a glance over his shoulder to see the previously mentioned favorite cookie all over his hot, hockey player boyfriend. “he’s just — ” amazing? perfect? “my best friend and another bullet point of the long list of inappropriate crushes that i’ve had.” which is hilarious, because kip was supposed to be the appropriate crush. the one that made sense. they had so much in common. he was only a few years older than him — not ten to almost twenty years older. he wasn’t his boss who was married and had kids. he wasn’t supposed to be the good choice. his gaze settles back on ilya. “he’s happy, that’s what matters.” the matter of fact words are followed with a shrug as his gaze returns to the gorgeous man in front of him, raising an eyebrow. “you sure ask a lot of questions, but don’t answer many.” he rests his hands on the bar so he can lean toward him, his flirtatious smile returning to his lips. “do you like what you see? or am i wasting all of my good lines on someone who’s not interested?”
✘ ♕ ✘ It was actually a bit surprising to Ilya that the bartender was willing to be so open. Obviously he wasn't spilling his deepest thoughts on the situation, but he was still giving more of a peak inside than any stranger had a right to see. There was an earnestness that endeared him to the hockey player, wanting to know more. And if Ilya were being honest? Making him feel a little protective. Seeing the look of pain that crossed those blue eyes whenever he looked at the happy couple was something that Ilya suddenly found himself wanting to prevent.
As it was, it sounded as though Kyle had a very healthy handle on the situation. As healthy as can be. He seemed sincere when he said he was glad that his best friend was happy. It all felt very messy to Ilya who didn't allow himself to love easily, but at least this young man appeared to have a grasp on things.
And then the conversation turned back to him. A slow, knowing smirk danced across the Russian's lips. He held the other's gaze as he took another deliberate drink as though thinking it all over. He had to be careful not to give himself away to easily in view of other players, but at least they all seemed to be out of ear shot. "Definitely not a waste. Very interested." Despite the many, many women that Ilya took to bed, it was rare for him to indulge in men, and the mere idea of the chance was enough to nearly excite him then and there. "And you? You are not just being nice for good tip?" His eyebrows raised challengingly, not that Ilya was actually worried about being used.
kyle knew hockey could get rough — he’d heard about it from kip about how bruised scott got after particularly hard games — but he never thought he’d have to experience that first hand. it looks fucking terrible, probably looks worse than it actually feels — but nothing could really take away from ilya’s looks, even a disgusting bruise spread across his cheek. he can’t help the way his brow knits in concern, and it takes a considerable amount of restraint not to reach out and touch it. “i’m sure you have.” his nose wrinkles at the thought, because hockey is known to be a rough sport — physical fights are literally a part of it. “still doesn’t mean you should have played with it.”
the blond rolls his eyes, eyeing him for a moment before he grabs a glass and pours him a beer. once he sets it in front of him, he holds up a finger. “don’t let anyone steal anything.” not that kingfisher was busy. he moves through the door that leads to the back, finding the fridge to grab an ice pack they always have on hand and he grabs his sweater to wrap it in — it’s softer than any of the rags or paper towels that they have on hand. he manages to find a few ibuprofen and he moves back out. “miss me?” there’s a wink before he holds out the cold compress and begins to serve him a glass of water to go along with his beer. “take these, it should help if you’re feeling any pain.” he speaks as though it isn’t an option, and his brow arches almost as if he’s challenging him to argue.
✘ ♕ ✘ The chiding about still playing earned Kyle another eye roll. Truth told, though, Ilya loved that someone was worried about him. He didn't have anyone to fuss over his injuries since he was a little kid. Every now and then, Svetlana might give his shoulder a good smack for his dumb decisions when it came to his own physical health, but she still knew his strength and ultimately lauded him for biting the bullet for his team. Kyle, however, seemed genuinely concerned about his wellbeing, and it was truly sweet.
As the bartender disappeared, Ilya glanced around the place. It was quiet. Not even Hunter was there, which meant none of the other Admirals were, either. Definitely none of the Bears. A strictly gay clientele meant that the patrons probably didn't know much about hockey, giving Ilya the anonymity that he wanted.
When the other returned, Ilya playfully put a hand to his chest. "I didn't think he could go on," he answered the question. Then he eyed the implements placed before him, taking a moment to consider if he'd take direction well. In the end, Kyle won due to the painful throbbing in his cheek. Ilya took the pills, then pressed the ice pack to his cheek. "Is this your sweater?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
' no, you never said that, ' shane teased in return. he would happily sit in that room and trade gentle barbs and teases between the two of them. he had missed this. he had even missed ilya calling him boring. more than anything, shane had missed ilya. the warmth of him, the comfort that just his presence provided. shane wanted to burrow into ilya's side and feel the warmth that was always just the perfect counter to shane's natural chill.
again, shane let himself be led, this time to the bed. and this time, he didn't let go of ilya's hand. maybe this would be the last time ilya would hold his hand. maybe the russian would find out that shane was unintentionally killing him and want nothing more to do with him. so, shane would take all the contact he could get until the moment ilya withdrew it. and until then, he would explain. as much as he could. because ilya deserved to know. ' i don't know everything. i-- i couldn't tell my mom everything when i asked her about it. ' she'd asked about circumstances, and shane had lied. he had let his mother believe that he had accidentally fed on rose.
' yuki-onna, a full one, survive by feeding on the life energy of humans. usually by luring them out into snowy forests and, well, kissing them to death. ' that was how his parents had met. yuna had been visiting canada, and found david hollander in the woods. there had just been something about him that she hadn't wanted to kill. ' we always thought i just wasn't enough yuki-onna to need to do that. i've always just eaten normal food. ' well, as normal as his high performance diet could be. ' my mom thinks i just needed time to mature, that the yuki-onna side of me just needed time to develop. ' shane had his own theory, one that had everything to do with ilya. and, specifically, with ilya feeding on him for years.
his thumb moved aimlessly, smoothing over ilya's hand. ' i didn't know it at the time, but, ilya, i was killing you. '
✘ ♕ ✘ There seemed to be real fear in Shane's voice as he spoke, explaining everything he knew about the situation. Ilya listened carefully, but nothing the other said could scare him away. The two months they had just spent apart were agonizing, which was ironic given that they regularly spent many months apart. This time it felt different, pointed. No hope of 'the next time'. And the Rose Landry of it all only made it that much worse. The only thing that could scare Ilya now was making all of that permanent.
Hazel eyes glanced down to where he felt the cool touch of Shane's thumb over the back of his hand. The memory of that afternoon on his couch floated back to his mind's eye and he recalled the strangeness of the kiss. It was different, but also felt incredible. He was a little tired afterwards, but truly, it was nothing compared to the heartbreak of everything else.
It was hearing his first name on the other's lips that made his gaze snap back to meet those brown eyes. The line was being crossed again, willingly. How wonderful it felt to hear on Shane's tongue, like it belonged there. Ilya shook his head and lifted his free hand to to cup Shane's cheek. "You can't kill me, Shane. I am not some fragile human." He leaned closer and whispered against the other's lips. "I'm not afraid of you." Then he slowly pressed his mouth to Shane's, the kiss slow but deliberate as his eyes fell shut.
Shane bit back the urge to snap back at Ilya, he would only regret it later. Besides, Ilya hadn't been involved in the prank. He was engaging with it, perhaps, but so were the majority of the Voyageurs followers.
"I'm not in the mood tonight, Rozanov." Shane answered flatly, looking up only briefly from the glass of ginger ale that sat infront of him, barely touched. He felt awkward, embarrassed even. The prank had been harmless enough in nature, sure, but Shane rarely took well to jokes at his expense.
✘ ♕ ✘ Inviting himself, Ilya took a seat next to his rival captain. He sipped on his beer, studying the other. It wasn't hard to miss the dour mood that had settled over the other. Ilya usually loved pranks. He orchestrated quite a few on his own teammates. In fact, he and Marleau were known to be quite the infamous duo when they got together. Ilya even enjoyed pranks played on himself. It was all in good fun. But it seemed obvious that Hollander didn't share this same love.
Letting his expression turn a little more serious, he let his eyes take in the man next to him. As beautiful as ever with those damn freckles that often paraded through his dreams at night. "What is wrong?" he asked, his voice gentler. He glanced about to make sure that no one was paying them any attention. "Was only a stupid prank, yes?"
「 so, I joined this rp group that's all oc's only and they're all based off of folk lore creatures. I cheated and refurbished Ilya's vourdalak lore for my oc, but he's also turning into an Adrian Ivashkov type of personality (iykyk) with elements of a certain fic I loved until I found out it might be ai written and honestly? even though this dude was a patchwork of existing things, he's morphing into my favorite little idiot and I'm already obsession with him, lol. 」
ILYA ROZANOV APPRECIATION WEEK — day two: favorite look
