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Ilya Rozanov when Shane has an away game, snuggled in bed with his snacks watching his man dominate on the ice.

[mrsbartlesby]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander & Ilya Rozanov Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov Additional Tags: Spoilers for Book 6: The Long Game (Game Changers), One Shot, Short One Shot, Ficlet, Smut, Safe Sane and Consensual, Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov, Domestic Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Married Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Foreplay Summary:

Ilya and Shane almost don't fuck on their wedding night. Ilya will not let that stand.

[mrsbartlesby]

Something about how on their wedding night, they stay up so late chatting with friends and family, dancing to Harris’ increasingly cheesy playlist, and just sitting and watching everyone they love… that when they go to bed they just can’t even muster the energy to fuck. They shower together and kiss and touch and grope and grind their bodies against each other, but by the time they’re toweling off they just tumble into bed and barely awake kiss and touch a little more but then they’re happily humming into each others mouths but the hums turn to deep breaths and then little snores and they’re dead asleep.

Sometime just before 5am, Ilya sits up with a start like he’s breaking out of a bad dream, gasping, as he realizes they did not fuck on their wedding night. Isn’t that bad luck? Or like some sort of curse? They cannot start off their marriage as a sexless one. That is not who they are. This cannot stand. Ilya has to remedy this before they are doomed.

The sun isn’t up yet so it’s still kind of the same night, right?

Ilya feels himself getting hard through the panic, and that animal part of his brain clicks on. This, this he knows how to do. Seducing Shane is his favorite pastime and he’s got to get to work.

He turns towards his sleeping husband (god, Ilya can’t actually believe that just yet), seeing that Shane he curled towards him, his hand on Ilya’s thigh, he’d hardly noticed in his panic.

Ilya gently lifts Shane’s arm so he can slide under it, lying down now facing Shane, grabbing his hip and pulling their bodies flush together. Shane sighs and his eyes flutter but he keeps sleeping.

Ilya peppers kisses over his eyelids, his freckles, the one ear he can reach. As he starts kissing down Shane’s neck he feels a small gasp against his shoulder, and Shane’s croaky sleep voice says, “Ilya, what are you up to?”

Ilya lightly bites Shane’s shoulder. “I’m trying to seduce my husband.”

Shane softly laughs and pulls his head back so he can see Ilya’s face. “What time is it?”

“It is still our wedding night.”

“Is it? Where’s my phone?” Shane tries to turn away to look for his phone and Ilya grabs his neck and pulls their naked bodies back together. He can tell the moment Shane feels Ilya hard on Shane’s thigh, because Shane rolls his hips a little and starts to harden too.

“Mmm. Fuck, Ilya, I was so tired I barely remember getting into bed.”

“Do you feel rested now?” Ilya nips up Shane’s neck and under his chin.

Shane runs his hands down Ilya’s bare back and grabs on to his ass, pulling himself harder against Ilya so they both can feel the friction.

“I am definitely less interested in sleep. Did you get so horny in your sleep it woke you up?”

“No, I was having nightmare that I didn’t fuck my husband on our wedding night. Was horrible.”

Shane laughs into Ilya’s neck, but is now rolling his hips, grinding himself on Ilya’s thigh. Both of their mouths roaming each others throats, faces, anywhere they can reach. “Ilya we fucked twice the day of our wedding. Once in the morning, once right before my parents arrived because you said you had to or you might throw me over your shoulder right after the ceremony.”

Ilya stops Shane with a long, deep, exploratory kiss. Shane chases his mouth after they break from the kiss, as Ilya says, “Yes, but we weren’t husbands yet.”

“But we are now.” Shane leans in for an awkward smiling kiss, where their lips don’t meet quite right and their teeth almost bump. He’d gotten used to these kisses over the years, and he loved them in all their awkward glory.

“So, we’re both awake and it’s still our wedding night. What are you going to do to me Mr. Hollander-Rozanov?”

Ilya growls as he finally rolls on top of Shane, nestling between his thick thighs. He grabs Shane’s wrists and locks them over his head with one hand, while the other gets to work opening Shane up.

“You should find something to hold on to, husband.”

(This just randomly came to mind and I’m tired so forgive the typos, grammar, etc. I’ll probably edit it in the morning.)

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Ilya Rozanov regularly scrolling those six photos he took of him and Shane on stage at the NHL awards.

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The thing is, Shane never knew a version of Ilya without depression. Ilya wasn’t able yet to see that in himself, but Shane did even if he couldn’t name it. He constantly checked in, are you okay, how’s your father, how are you. He could tell Ilya needed to be checked in on. But then Ilya spends The Long Game reckoning with his own acceptance of his depression, worried that Shane couldn’t possibly love him once he knows. And that’s the thing with our brains, they love to hide things from us. Because Shane never loved an Ilya who didn’t have depression. But Ilya thought he’d carefully tucked this secret deep inside, hiding so even he couldn’t fully see it. But Shane has always seen Ilya, always seen past the bluster and bravado. Ilya thought he could hide it from himself and from others, but he couldn’t hide it anymore once he found a safe place to land with Shane. Shane gave him the soft, albeit imperfect, perch from which to see himself and what he needed more clearly. His relationship with Shane reflected back to him that his ways of coping were no longer enough, and he needed real help. And sure, Shane didn’t quite know what to do or what was going on, but he only left or backed off or gave space when Ilya requested it. And when it came time for Ilya to admit things, I’m sad sometimes, sometimes I’m not sure how to keep going, my own mind scares me, Shane does not falter. He says I’m never leaving, I’ll be right by your side, we will figure this out together. Shane has always loved Ilya, all of him.

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Ilya Rozanov at poker night with the Centaurs (he was insufferable even though he never won). They make Shane take him home early.

This is also when he learns what the word “insufferable” means, and he pouts the whole way home.

[mrsbartlesby]

This feels scary, but I was curious to try it out so I shared one of my fics from here on AO3!

Goodbye, Boston (1779 words) by mrsbartlesby Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander & Ilya Rozanov Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov Additional Tags: Post-Book 6: The Long Game (Game Changers), One Shot, Frotting | Rubbing Penises Together, No tuna, Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov, Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, Married Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Domestic Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Smut, Safe Sane and Consensual Summary: Tuna Gate, who? Shane is determined to wipe the memory of that afternoon in Boston from both his and Ilya's memories.

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ilya's cute little shy smile after shane asks him how to say i wish you were here in russian maybe i do believe in love after all

[mrsbartlesby]

No but this look back is one of the moments that felt so true to romance. As I was watching I was thinking, oh god let him look back and smile, while simultaneously saying oh I know he won’t that’s too sweet, too dreamy, too much. But they did it, they had him look back and show how Shane made him feel and it was exactly what you want out of this genre.

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I’m on a re-read of The Long Game, and the scenes where they face off are so funny to me. Like, how palpable is that emotional and sexual tension between these two, and the refs just standing there holding the puck like, what in the actual fuck is going on? Are they fucking with each other, or are they just… fucking?

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Shane Hollander watching Ilya load the dishwasher.

Ilya is bent over putting a dish in the rack, but looks over his shoulder and asks, “… Is there a problem, Shane?”

Shane crosses his arms and said through gritted teeth, “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Ilya stands up turns fully to Shane, also crossing his arms but with his signature crooked smile. “I do not. I am trying to load the dishwasher and you are distracting me.”

“You’re trolling me,” Shane retorts.

Ilya cocks his head slightly. “What is this trolling? You think I am troll?”

Shane drops his arms, now more exasperated than angry. “Jesus, Ilya, no, I do not think you are a troll. You are bad at loading the dishwasher.”

“So, I am not troll.” Ilya shrugs and turns back to keep loading the dishwasher.

“No. But -“ Shane hooks his thumbs in his shorts pockets, and Ilya cuts him off without looking back, “If I am not troll, what am I?”

Shane throws up his hands and rolls his eyes, but he’s fighting a smile, too. “Ilya, I’m trying to -“

Ilya finishes loading the dishwasher and turns back to Shane, crossing his arms and legs while leaning back against the counter. “Shane, if I am not troll, then please tell me what I am.”

“You’re…” Shane lifts one hand like he’s searching for a word.

Ilya smirks. “Yes?”

Shane steps forward and puts his hands on Ilya’s hips, a resigned but content look on his face. “You’re my husband.”

“Yes, I am your husband,” Ilya murmurs as he leans in, only an inch or two from pressing his lips to Shane’s.

Shane smiles and leans in so their lips brush. “What does that have to do with how you’re loading the dishwasher?”

Ilya leans away a little to look Shane directly in the eyes. “I am your husband, and I love you, and I was trying to do a chore so you could relax. But instead you stood there like judgmental troll.”

Shane, fully smiling now, slowly moves his hands to Ilya’s lower back, just above his ass. “That’s not what trolls do, Ilya.”

“No?” Ilya leans in again to speak against Shane’s lips. “Well, I am done loading dishwasher, so maybe you show me what trolls do?”

Shane shakes his head a little, brushing his lips back and forth against Ilya’s. “How do you make talking about trolls hot?”

“It is gift.” Ilya unfurls his arms and wraps them around Shane’s waist. “My gift to you.”

“Well I have a gift for you in the bedroom.” Shane pulls Ilya flush against him,

Ilya grabs Shane’s ass with both hands as he asks, “Is that an invitation?”

Shane leans in for a slow, firm kiss. “It’s a promise.”

[Well, you know what happens next.]

[mrsbartlesby]

During my rereads (which I honestly do more than rewatch the show), it always makes me hope we get some video phone sex in season two. Like, give me Shane asking to watch Ilya’s face, and Ilya losing his mind over Shane’s scrunched up freckles, the sighs and moans, and the palpable yearning to crawl through the screen. I think if done right, it could be amazing, and I’ve got full faith they’d do it very right.

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Shane on his first day as a Centaur, explaining their path to the Cup.

After the 45 minute lecture, Ilya demands the entire team stand and clap. There will be pop quizzes throughout the week.

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Ilya Rozanov posting to his burner after their second hookup, when he finds himself inexplicably fantasizing about watching Shane take off and carefully fold his clothes.

Once they move in together, Shane cares less about immediately folding his clothes. Ilya starts to add it in to their role play so he can re-live it, though it’s even better now because he knows Shane’s not going anywhere after.

Ilya’s burner account 10/?

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Babysitter Ilya Rozanov when Hayden gets back from date night and dares to enter his own home.

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Ilya Rozanov after spending approximately 90 seconds in the presence of Shane Hollander’s freckles.

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The first couple weeks, Shane and Ilya keep it very professional around the team. The Centaurs encourage them to just be themselves, and immediately regret it.

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Luca Haas trying to back up his team during fights.