Notable that in the books (ignoring the weird racial undertones) he is OBSESSED with Shane’s balls. Like has odes to Shane’s balls running as a monologue in his head.
Ilya Rozanov obsessed with #cock and balls and swallowing huge loads also CONFIRMED
I just know baby Shane loved roughhousing with David. David would throw that little chonk around and around and he would just giggle and say "again! again!"
Okay so idk I’m back in my a/b/o bag again idk why. Anyway ! Pretty canon right like all the same but omega Shane alpha Ilya. They are hooking up casually, and it’s fun and hot but it’s clean, so clean. They are ! Careful ! No biting, scenting but only during sex and strictly never ever any sex around heat/rut. Not even the week before their scheduled times off to have them if it overlaps with the times they are playing against each other.
Anyway. It’s pre tuna melt, like close to it- maybe a month or two before and Ilya is in rut. He’s out for a week, Shane notices, his absence from his games- “rut leave” their texts silent.
Shane can’t help it but he’s been thinking more and more and more about what Ilya’s ruts look like, who he spends then with, if he spends it alone, if he does spend it alone- does he have toys he likes to use, what ones, what does he think about. Does it ache like Shane’s heats do- does he feel cold and lonely after unsatisfying fake satiating with toys that imitate knotting. Does he crave the feeling of a warm body with him. Does it draw out, body desperate to mate, string out every opportunity for it to happen. Does he enjoy them, feel powerful and strong, in control, more himself in rut- he’s heard it’s like that for some. 
Ok and so Shane’s tucked up in bed one night, half asleep as he keeps his eyes open to catch the last of his chapter.
And then his phone rings- and it’s, it’s Lily ?. Worry and thrill shivers in his gut, and he bites at his lip, lets it ring out a few more times. his mind races, calculates that Ilyas ruts must be short, wonders what on earth he might want. Shane couldn’t stop himself from knowing, from needing to know. He always needed to know with Rozanov, it was undeniable to him somehow. He swears, snatches his phone up, presses answer and cradles it to his ear.
“Rozanov?” He asks when the line is quiet for more than five seconds. Then, a hot panting breath, a slick wet sound that makes goosebumps prickle up over the back of his neck, heat turn in his stomach and then- then the slick sound again, again, another heavy pant low through the phone.
Shane almost swallows his tongue.
“Rozanov?” He says again, but his voice is dry and catching and soft through the phone and it’s answered with a low rumble, one that makes Shane’s chest twinge.
“Shchenok” the foreign word makes him frown, and he makes a soft questioning sound.
“What, what do you want?” Shane asks, fingers reach up to pinch at his bottom lip, chest hot and tight at the desperate sound of Ilya’s breathing.
“Puppy” he translates and the nickname makes Shane’s lips part, his cock throb and start to fill. Heat a dark rush on his cheeks.
Puppy. The one thing they let slip. Rozanov said it sparingly, often in the depth of orgasm, when his knot was securing inside Shane, cum filling the condom.
“Rozanov- I. What’s? What’s going on” he swallows around the whine fighting up his throat, the way it makes his eyelids go heavy, think of the way Rozanov usually says it to him. “My puppy” “good puppy” “going to fill you puppy” “feel so fucking good puppy” against his ear right in the peak of his orgasm.
“Where are you puppy?” Ilya sounds drunk, words slurred and soft, mumbled.
“At home” Shane answers, flat and honest.
Ilya whines, a sad sound in the phone, a sound Shane has never heard the alpha make before.
“Need you” Ilya exhales, and then he cuts into rambling Russian, the slick sound picking up.
Shane is listening shamelessly, phone pressed to his ear and fucking Rozanov is calling him in his rut? Shane scrubs a hand over his eyes. Things with them are already so impossible. So- so. Shane sighs and hears Ilya let out a small moan.
“Come here. I have my knot. For you, puppy, to fill” his words are stilted, accent so thick- like when Shane first met him all those years ago, he sounds far away- out of it- high.
“I can’t” Shane answers, swallows hard. “I’m hours away Rozanov, it’s your rut, we- we can’t” he exhales, shakes his head, trying to tell himself that. They can’t.
Ilya growls. And the sound makes Shane bite back a whine, shove his fist again his mouth.
“don’t want?” Ilya asks and it’s a taunt, it’s horrible, it makes Shane’s stomach ache. The wet sound of Ilya working himself is quicker, messier and Shane thinks of Ilya’s hand around his cock, of him fitting a toy over his pretty thick cock, of pushing his knot into it.
Ilya starts whining in Shane’s silence, a low horrible sound that makes anxiety twist in his stomach. That makes him want to go to him. To make it feel better.
“No- it’s not that” Shane confesses, sure that Ilya won’t remember this anyway- must have been in some thick haze to have even called him in the first place. They had their rules, this was breaking one, clear and obvious.
“Why” Ilya grunts and Shane exhales hard, drops his head and presses his fingers firm into his eyelids.
“It’s. Rozanov I’m in Montreal, you’re in Boston. I can’t get there”
“Fuck” Ilya grunts low and angry and more Russian, jumbled words that Shane can’t follow but they sound so pretty, even if they are garbled and frustrated.
“It. hurts” Ilya grits out. “Won’t. Won’t stop” he huffs.
Shane is so hard he might die and his head is spinning and he feels starving and dizzy and he fuck- he’s so fucking wet, he can feel it between his legs, messy and slick.
“Keep making knot” Ilya continues. “Knot for puppy” he croons and Shane almost drops the phone, bites down so hard into his own fingers they throb.
“I just want. Fucking need to- I Want” Ilya rambles Shane interjects, nervous of the end of the sentence.
“Give me your knot then, alpha, please, it’ll make it better okay? Let me hear you” Shane asks, heart thundering in his chest wild and rampant.
Ilya croons, mumbles a “yes yes” before it’s slurred and spacey Russian, words Shane doesn’t know.
Shane feels his own cock pulse and he pictures Ilya there, over him, mindless. His need desperate as he ruts inside of Shane, hands and mouth pulling at him biting him, pinning him on his knees, presented up to his alpha.
Fuck. Shane’s hands might be shaking.
“Please alpha it will be better if you cum, if you give me your knot yeah? It’ll feel all better” Shane says in a soft tone, clenches his thighs and relaxes them, squirms at the hard throb of his cock pushing against his sweats.
“Please” Shane says again and Ilya cums then, a harsh desperate whine, shaky moan that draws out and leaves Shane feeling raw, chest cracked open. So so wet oh god fucking wet it’s dripping down the backs of his thighs.
Ilya goes fuzzy in the line then, almost complete Russian, happy croons and a few sad sounds, ruffles of sheets, fabric. One soft utterance of “puppy” before Ilya falls asleep. Shane’s hand is numb wrapped hard around the phone, legs heavy and mind reeling. He hangs up when he can make himself, fits a hand around his cock over his cock and comes in three squeezes of it, making the mess inside his sweats even worse.
Shane can only hope Ilya was as faded in his rut as he seemed to be, that he won’t remember it. What Shane said.
Shane is relived when Ilya sends him a normal out of the blue text two days later, no mention of the call at all.
sometimes u headcanon a character as a sexuality but then also ship things that contradict that. sometimes you ship things you would NEVER EVER want in canon. this is because these things are fun and silly and not legally binding.
Yeah I don't know where some people got this idea that fanfic is always like, auditioning to replace canon or being posited as "better" than canon, as opposed to people just borrowing the characters to play with in the sandpit for a while before putting them back in their box
sometimes when I hear the question ‘do you prefer shane or ilya’ I feel like I’m meeting king Solomon and he’s asking if I’m cool with cutting the baby in half
hearing anything about the nolan odyssey is so funny. it's like "they cut the extremely important and infamous nobody scene" "the cyclops is a giant puppet that they put in an actual historical cave + gave circe animatronics for her pig transformation instead of cgi" "they dumped plastic skeletons in an environmentally protected location they were not supposed to be in" "they recreated ancient greek instruments in order to have an accurate score" "all of odysseus's agency is basically gone" "anne hathaway actually learned how to weave ancient looms" "the women in this movie are treated like shit" "they actually buried actors alive to get those underworld shots" "did you see what the fuck zendaya was fucking wearing holy shit you can't DO THAT, MA'AM" "what do you mean there was a legitimate epic the musical reference" "NOT A SINGLE FUCKING GREEK WAS CAST IN THIS MOVIE"
like did nolan have two guys standing at his side at all times whispering ideas in his ear and one told the truth and the other told lies and they didnt tell him which was which until they wrapped production cause
Not to mention the infamous debacle with the costume department where they were like "we want ancient Greek accurate costumes" but then they were like "but not like actually accurate-accurate, you know? And can you do it for cheap?"
And then he went and worked with IMAX to make new cameras that could actually be used for longer than 10 minutes at a time and made way less noise than traditional IMAX cameras (which still are film and not digital).
And THEN there are only a handful of projectors that can actually play the actual Film (as opposed to digital) world wide, because most movie theaters have thrown their film projectors away since everything is distributed digitally, and the digital version is apparently not as good as the Film version.
good for you! however as a creator I despise consumption culture. it's not about popularity, I get thousands of notes on some of my other posts. it's about people being reluctant to share your work with others. if you look at posts from, say, 2015, you'll find that the likes to reblogs ratio is more or less equal, and sometimes there's more reblogs than likes. this is not the case now, especially with art/fanfiction/gifsets etc. because on "marketable" apps like tiktok and instagram, you're expected to endlessly scroll without sharing. the same thing is happening to this website. fandom thrives on interaction, and if there's no interaction, is there any point in fandom? that's what I'm worried about, not "popularity"
like you used to get summaries with zero extraneous tags just the fandom, name of the couple, rating (if that) and one or two lines of the person’s best elegiac prose on a massive white field of screen. There was a charming sort of minimalist brutalism to it that neither tumblr nor ao3 has been fully able to replicate
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