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Summary: Ilya’s older sister has caught the eye of the Captain and vice versa.
A/N: Hello my lovelies!
We have officially moved and have internet again! And have our office set up (Yeah we have an office now xD) ANYWAY, someone is being loud so...here's an update
We’ve jumped with both feet back into my hockey world (which I’ve been in for a very long time but now we’re doing it on the outside.)
This also crosses over with the heated rivalry world. So if that’s not your jam, sorry but I go here, frequently.
@ken-dom and @coggedcorset I blame you both for this but also thank you for your resounding aggressive encouragement XD I love you both
My @coggedcorset ……..you know what you’ve done….but you also deserve your thanks for planting this seed in my brain <3
All my love,
Little Duck 💛
This will be multiple parts don’t ask how many because I have no idea xD he’s officially taken the wheel and I’m just the passenger princess. Previous parts can be found here
Enjoy my darlings!
2008
Scott Hunter, the fresh faced rookie of the Admirals was in the midst of answering her latest question when a voice cut through all the others.
“Anya?! ANYA!’
Anya frowned with confusion, but kept her composure, keeping her focus on Scott.
“We just have to keep-” Scott was answering before he was cut off again
“LITTLE NANI ROZY?!”
Anya frowned at the mention of a name no one here would know, her mouth dropped open as she recognized the man running at her in full gear, arms out stretched.
Before Scott could finish his thought, the camera light momentarily blocked before her feet left the floor, and she was immediately swallowed up into hockey gear, crushed into a hug she hadn’t had a hope of escaping even if she’d wanted to.
Alex Ovechkin was talking excitedly in Russian, the mic in her hand still crushed between them.
She couldn’t help laughing into the crest on his jersey, as Alex asked her question after question without waiting for a response in between.
“Shura, YA provozhu sobesedovaniye” (Alex, we’re in the middle of an interview)
The words came out muffled against Alex’s chest before he pulled back looking at her with a frown “Chto?” (What?)
“YA provozhu sobesedovaniye” (We’re in the middle of an interview) She repeated, gesturing with her hand toward the camera and a very perplexed looking crew, and an even more nervous looking Scott Hunter.
Alex nodded with a hum as Anya heard the snickers of the crew from the truck as Alex set her back on her feet.
Alex said something else in Russian, but she wasn’t sure what, too distracted by the suppressed giggles in her ear from the studio crew.
She blinked as a giant gloved hand grabbed either side of her face before Alex kissed one cheek and then the other. “malen'kaya ten'” (Little Shadow) Anya couldn’t help laughing then as she pushed his hand away and Alex turned his attention to a bewildered Scott Hunter
“You play good, good luck in game" Alex offered him the same gloved hand he had used to hold Anya’s face captive, waiting for a fist bump.
Too stunned to speak at first, Scott just nodded, bumping Alex’s glove with his own before he found words “Th-thanks, you too”
Anya brushed her hair back off her face as Alex made his way back the way he had come, collecting his abandoned stick and helmet as he went.
“Hey, Hunter!” Alex called back a few feet away now, Scott looked at Anya before turning to look over his shoulder at the retreating Capitals player “You be nice to her! I say so!” He pointed a gloved hand at Anya who lifted her papers to hide her reddening cheeks; the crew now having completely lost it in her earpiece as Alex disappeared around the corner.
Anya turned her attention back to Scott who looked as mortified as she felt and cleared her throat “Well,thank you for your time Scott, sorry about the interruption and good luck in tonight's game"
"Uh, yeah, thanks; thank you" He nodded and then he walked back towards the Admirals dressing room, shaking his head in confusion as he went.
Anya turned herself back to face the camera "Back to you" She could feel her cheeks still heated as she spoke, and her colleagues barely able to keep their laughter under control as the feed cut back to the station.
"Thank you Anya, we're definitely going to talk about that later, that was hilarious, are you okay? It looks like Ovechkin squeezed you pretty good"
Anya laughed with a shake of her head “I’ll have team doctor check for broken ribs later”
Another laugh “Alright, thanks Anya, we’ll catch up with you a little later on”
The feed in her ear cut before the crewman dropped the camera off his shoulder looking at Anya concerned
“Are you alright?”
Anya nodded, handing him her microphone “Shura is…old family friend”
The crewman frowned at her and she shook her head “Alex” she corrected
“So you know Ovi then?”
Anya nodded “Da”
‘Christ I hope so, I don’t know about you, but I don’t go around pick up strangers like that” One of the rink staff laughed
Anya laughed lightly, excusing herself to go get ready for the game; making a mental note to murder Alex later.
*****
Sid chuckled, he could see the blush on her cheeks from down here.
He did half a lap before he circled back in front of the net, his eye caught Anya again, he frowned, noticing her talking with someone, her lips pressed together tightly.
Sid shot the puck off his stick and it rang off the post. His jaw ticked as he glared up at the concourse.
“You off your game?” Geno teased, shoving him gently
“Fine” Sid said shortly, taking a sharp breath in through his nose as he and Geno watched this guy step into Anya's path.
Sid moved to start toward the bench and Geno grabbed his shoulder.
“Woah Cap,” Geno whispered “You want this to stay quiet you cannot just go charging up there”
Sid sighed heavily, his eyes not leaving the pair.
“You stay, I will go” he spoke quietly as they skated over to the bench.
Sid just nodded and Geno slapped him on the shoulder.
He made his way over to where Anya stood as Trent stepped into her path.
“Nani!” Geno called and she jumped. Geno sighed
“Nani” Trent repeated and Geno had to think twice before punching him in the mouth.
“Who's your friend?” Geno asked just ask condescendingly, knowing he and Trent had crossed paths on multiple occasions.
“Boyfriend?” Trent looked at Geno with disdain
Geno snorted and shook his head, turning his body slightly, putting himself between Anya and Trent “No”
“You ready?” Geno asked, turning his attention to her and Anya's brow quivered slightly “The interview, remember?”
Anya took a breath and nodded “Right, yes, of course”
Her nervousness was written all over her face, Trent of course was oblivious, but Geno had noticed her swallow hard and wring her hands together.
He moved again, guiding Anya out of Trent's path, his hand near the small of her back, but mindful not to actually touch her.
“See ya, Trent” Geno glared at him, leading Anya away towards the hallways. He watched her immediately relax, her shoulders dropping back to where they should be.
*****
After practice Anya watched as Sid ushered the rest of the team off the ice and into the locker room.
He came off last, behind Geno.
Geno nodded to her and she offered him a small smile. Sid stepped off the ice, offering her a lopsided smirk that made her heart flutter in her chest.
“Capitan” she smirked
She walked in front of him, a little extra swing to her hips.
She slowed her steps, feeling her skin ripple with goosebumps as Sid crowded her space. She came to a stop in the archway and Sid pressed against her back, his breath warm against the shell of her ear.
“Keep swinging your hips like that,” he whispered “I dare you
Anya pressed her lips together with a squeak; her cheeks flushing deep crimson.
Sid hummed “I love making you blush”
“Watch yourself Capitan,” Anya spoke softly glancing over her shoulder “You're going to get us caught”
She gasped as Sid's arm locked around her middle, pulling her back against him. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, as he breathed against her neck.
“Twenty minutes”
Anya scoffed “If you're showered and changed in twenty minutes, I'll let you do whatever you want tonight”
Sid nipped her ear and she took in a shuddering breath. “Challenge accepted”
