Ilya: I like trouble.
The trouble:

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Ilya: I like trouble.
The trouble:
Just imagine you have a friend who is theatric kid
He works as a waiter. Sometimes he he takes part in local art projects, one of them was a month-long shoot for a small, low-budget show with a very limited audience.
Okay, filming wrapped and for a while life went back to normal. Until almost year later the what meant to be a niche show exploded into huge cultural phenomenon. The broke guy who'd chipped in for pizza at your movie night a year ago now is sitting on the couch next to you on your movie night again but showing you pics and videos from the Oscars, Golden Globes and Met Gala with people you've seen on the screen.
Blows my mind off.
It took 2 days for Marlow to learn all the necessary rules to exist in the Hollanov's place (he couldn't exactly call it Rozy's or Hollander's, because it was a disgustingly cute combination of the two). There were only 3.
Never enter any room without knocking.
Better even not to exit your own room without knocking from the inside, if you don't want to witness something.
But if you don't mind, nobody minds too.
Don't ever forget use earplugs.
Honestly, even after two occasions happened on the first day, Marly still believed, that using earplugs was a sort of exaggeration.
Honestly, they are sleeping on the different floors of the huge cottage, how bad could it be?
…until the first Shane's scream followed with the not less quiet double moan made him jitter. And maybe — just maybe — made him a little hard.
Okay, gotcha. Earplugs mean earplugs, he mumbled and closed his eyes, trying not to thing was is happening in the room above him.
Get used to an excessive amount or terrifying synchronization and domestic tenderness between those two idiots.
But this was kinda more predictable. Marlow was ready for it since their All-Stars Game. Now it at least had explanation.
What he wasn't ready for was their conversations. He thought they should be talking about… hockey, sex, grocery store list?
They were talking about pretty much everything. And they argued all the time. Sometimes so passionately that, if they'd been anyone else, Cliff would've bet they wouldn't last a week.
Not fucking Hollanovs. For Shane and Ilya it was some sort of intellectual-chirping foreplay.
Shut.The.Fuck.Up.
thinking of that fic. need your opinion if it worth to write.
heated rivalry x twilight AU
Ilya Rozanov is a vampire from the Denali Coven, comes to Forks to visit his Cullen cousins. One evening he gets bored and sneaks into into the local high school's hockey rink, where he meets Shane Hollander. The golden boy, captain of the school hockey team and obsessed with hockey.
And this golden boy smells amazing. His scent is so good and his freckles are so bright that Ilya wants to smell and look at him more than he is hungry.
They see each other every evening while Rozanov is in Forks, and Ilya teaches him hockey tricks. He is so good that Shane can't understand why isn't he in NHL. But Rozanov can't explain. He just wants to spend more time with the boy and keep him safe and happy.
Before Ilya leaves, they exchange numbers and stay in touch for years. He's there for Shane through his first breakup. Admission into university. A string of hookups. The NHL Draft. Shane tells him how he prefers blowjobs. How is his neighbor at campus. His dreams and wishes. Complains.
Shane gets older and Rozanov falls in love. With his strange and dry sense of humor, with his stories, with his deep eyes.
Shane is sure he's found a true friend. He wants to spend all his time with him, touch him, hug him. But it's normal for friends, right? Because he isn't gay. Even with that that strange good bye kiss which made his toes curl.
Meanwhile, Hollander becomes the captain for NHL team. As Ilya promised years ago, he is incredibly good. The best, actually. With his team he wins his first Stanley cup. After another breakup he throws himself into self-discovery and starts questioning his sexuality.
It's a torture for Ilya, but he promised himself that Hollander's happiness matters more. Shane experiments with men, and through it all, he keeps coming back to his friend. Finally, he comes out to Ilya. He cries, and he is scared so fucking much. Rozanov is always there to listen and support him, no matter what. But now it's even more painful.
They still see each other only a few times a year, but Shane starts noticing just how handsome and how hot his friend is. He realizes he's been deeply in love with Ilya for years. With other men sex was pure mechanics. He can never could let himself go.
But he's terrified of telling Ilya. He can't bear the thought of losing the closest friend he's had in years. Besides, if Ilya felt the same way, he would've said something long ago… right?
But then Shane suffers a career-ending injury. Half-conscious, caught somewhere between blinding pain and the agonizing realization of what it means, he can think only of Ilya. Please. He just wants to talk to him.
By occasion Carlisle is the doctor at this hospital and he calls Ilya, only to find out he's already on his way. Alice had called him first.
Next time Shane wakes up and Ilya is holding his hand, murmuring something under his breath. He strokes his hair. Try to soothe him, calm him, tries to convince him there's a life beyond hockey.
But Shane tells him there are only two things in his life: hockey and Ilya. They talk for days, Shane is almost paralyzed recovering from trauma. He cries into Ilya shoulder. He clings to him as though his life will end the moment Ilya lets go.
Rozanov can see and feel that Shane is on the verge of doing something irreversible. But he can't live without him either. So Ilya tells him everything. He just can't keep it to himself anymore. Shane begs.
The choice is incredibly easy and impossibly hard. The next time Shane wakes up he wakes up to forever be with Ilya. They can spend their nights at the rink again, playing hockey, kissing, teasing each other, and loving each other without end.
so what do you think?
"Why did you need my computer?" Shane asked, stepping into the kitchen and seeing Ilya already closing the fridge.
He hugged him from behind and put his chin on his shoulder.
"What, you hiding your lovers, Hollander?" Ilya smirked, leaning against his boyfriend's chest and tilting head back to kiss his cheek.
"Indeed. I met this nineteen-year-old European swimmer. Mmm, his shoulders," Shane said, closing his eyes in mock admiration.
"I know you are joking," Shane felt Ilya’s body tense in his grip.
“And another one. Underwear model,” he continued casually, he didn't notice notice what Ilya was saying.
"Tell me you're joking," a flicker of panic appeared in Ilya's voice.
"And the third... he is a musician. Piano player. Y'know, his fingers..."
Shane couldn’t finish, because Ilya slipped out of his embrace only to turn around quickly and cup Shane’s face in his hands.
"Блядь. Is it real? Am not enough for you. Блядь. I knew, we are so far..."
And Shane laughed.
"Shane Hollander."
He laughed so hard his stomach started hurting.
“Ah, you asshole,” Ilya groaned, sounding almost devastated, and shut him up by crashing their mouths together in a deep kiss.
Shane kept giggling into the kiss, but when Ilya’s tongue slid deeper, he shivered with sudden arousal and gasped. A few minutes into the kiss, Shane felt Ilya’s hands gripping his ass and moaned.
"Fuck. I will show you, that you don't need anyone else," Ilya murmured against his mouth before lifting Shane easily, as if he didn’t weigh 200 Ibs. Shane wrapped his legs around Ilya’s waist while he stumbled toward the bedroom, never breaking the kiss.
ff: 5 times when Shane realized how smart Ilya is + 1 time when the world did too
true story of heated rivalry:
shane notices the stare in the shower and self-ignates. combusts.
coz i really really cannot get how any could survive this.
The Long Game version here!!!
Hollander fussed around, settling in on the Ilya's shoulder and finally got still, quietly murmuring something cozy and quiet under his breath. Ilya closed his eyes, gently stroking Shane's hair.
The scent of his hair conditioner filled his lungs. It smelled smelled like like a piece in his head, like loving and being loved. And because of the stupid algae (it's good for hair, Ilya) it smelled like the sea.
Rozanov pressed Shane closer, sinking into the lazy daydreaming.
Ilya loved watching Shane just…living his life and imagining what mystic creature they both would be in the magical world.
Sometimes he admired Shane being so big and strong. He could be a werwolf (but it was probably a fault of some omegaverse fanfiction he'd read recently).
He also imagined Hollander being a dragon.
Or maybe kitsune. They are growing more powerful and wiser with age. Hollander became so much more relaxed and cuntier after they got together publically. Shane was always like that, but the thought that he can isn't hiding beneath good boy mask and behaves like this to everyone, especially protecting Ilya, made Ilya hard instantly.
Interesting, would he agree on the plug with multiple fox tails? He should offer, probably. And of course he would. There were only few things Shane would't agree to try. All these Ilya wasn't ready to try too. Perfect puzzle pieces.
Or maybe the one where they both are vampires. Strong, shiny, travelling the world and jumping on the trees.
But more often he thought of him as of some water creature. Rusalka, or Kappa, or Kelpie. Or siren. yIlya would be ready to be drown and only be glad some vicious siren Shane Hollander would have enough food of him for a while.
He huffed out a laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Shane mumbeled into his skin, raising the goose bumps with his hot breath.
"I am fantasizing about new role play scenarios," Ilya smirked, with his nose buried in Shane's hair. "When you are fox with a tail on the plug."
"You are pervert," Hollander laughed. After a pause he added. "Have you already ordered it? We discuss it later"
Shut.The.Fuck.Up.
ilya’s trying so HARD to act nonchalant here it’s actually comical, when we ALL know that man is seconds away from begging on his hands n knees
Love how oblivious everyone is here.
“something is wrong with rozanov”
“what???”
“mb he is injured”
“no.”
“mb he is sick”
“no.”
*types a message to someone with very concerned face.*
and everyone is like. yeah. he texts his mom.