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MISSION REPORT

A collection of mission reports filed by Shane and Ilya.

Vampire/Vampire Hunters! AU

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I Know You by Your Heart (on Ao3) Part 1/6

Five people get a glimpse of Ilya Rozanov and the one person who has seen him all along.

Hayden has an infant screaming bloody murder in his ear and a toddler clinging to his leg when his best friend answers the phone on the second ring. “Shane-“

“Jesus, Hayd, what’s going on?”

“Listen, the twins have a doctor appointment Jackie and I need to take them to and the babysitter canceled last minute.” He grimaces as Amber’s cries somehow turn up a notch, “I hate to do this, man, but can you look after Amber and Arthur? It’ll only be like one hour, two, tops.”

“Uh-“ there’s a rustle, then the line is quiet and Hayden realizes he’s been put on mute. “Can I bring someone with me?”

Hayden frowns, then shrugs. “Sure, man, yeah.”

.

“Oh, hell no.”

“Hello to you, too, Pike,” Ilya fucking Rozanov says with a too bright grin and a wave. He stands just behind Shane, and Hayden has to admit it’s a smart move because he’s this close to decking him.

“Shane,” Hayden says through gritted teeth, “kitchen. Now.”

Rozanov raises an eyebrow, turns to Shane. “You let him talk like that, Captain?”

His best friend just rolls his eyes, ignoring him. The familiarity in this small moment strikes Hayden as off but he lets it go in favor of storming off into the house.

“Ilya Rozanov? Really?”

Shane hovers awkwardly by the door before he comes to lean on the counter. “I told you about the charity, Hayden.”

“Not really,” he counters, “you just said that you and Rozanov are working on it, not that you’re somehow a package deal now?”

Shane turns an interesting shade of red. “We’re not a package deal! We had a meeting set up. Then you called and- look, we thought we’d just move the meeting to your house, that’s all.”

Hayden can’t help it. He laughs.

“What? What’s so funny?”

“You want to have a meeting while babysitting an infant and a toddler? Good luck with that, buddy.”

Shane huffs. “Do you want us to babysit your kids or not?”

He groans. “I can’t believe I’m about to let that heathen babysit my babies.”

When they eventually make it out of the kitchen, said heathen has somehow managed to charm his wife and his two youngest children. In the span of ten minutes.

He hates him.

“I hate him.”

Jackie laughs at him. “He’s not so bad. The kids seem to like him.”

“They don’t know any better.”

She hums, waving out the car window at their babies, their friend, and his-whatever.

The last thing he sees is Ilya fucking Rozanov bouncing his baby girl in his arms as she giggles, while his best friend holds his son’s hand and watches on fondly.

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When they get back, the house is quiet. Jackie beats him to the living room by a few seconds, so when he enters, she’s got a hand on her mouth and her phone in the other. “This is adorable,” his wife murmurs, grinning.

He has to admit she’s kind of right. Rozanov is sitting on one end of the couch, feet on the coffee table. He’s got Amber on his chest and Arthur curled into his side. Hayden’s best friend is curled up beside them.

Hayden walks over and can’t resist kicking at Rozanov’s feet. They hit the floor with a thud just as Jackie hits him with the back of her hand. He rubs at his chest and watches Rozanov jolt awake, eyes flying open and quickly scanning the room. His movement is thankfully minuscule and doesn’t wake the kids. “Pike.”

“Rozanov.”

“How were they?” Jackie asks, setting her purse down on the coffee table. “Hope they weren’t too much trouble.”

He shakes his head. “Were perfect angels.”

“Thank you for doing this, Ilya,” his wife says softly, sincerely.

Ilya. His wife was on a first name basis with Ilya fucking Rozanov.

This is his worst nightmare.

“Was fun.” Rozanov’s lips quirk in a smile that’s different than the ones Hayden’s usually on the receiving end of. He looks down at Amber, then Arthur. His smile disappears when his eyes land on Hayden’s best friend, but there’s something soft in the way he looks at him. It’s gone before Hayden can identify it.

He gets up, deftly maneuvering Arthur so he lays him down on the couch while still holding his sleeping daughter. It looks like he’s done this before. “Her bedroom?”

“I’ll show you,” Jackie volunteers. Rozanov follows her without a word, and Hayden is left with his sleeping son and best friend. He shakes Shane’s shoulder. “Buddy. Hey, Shane.”

Shane grumbles and moves away from his hand. He mumbles something then, “stop.”

“Shane,” Hayden snaps, a little too loudly.

Shane’s eyes snap open, then narrow. “The hell?”

“Morning sunshine.”

“Morning?” His eyes widen. “Did we sleep-“

Hayden bursts out laughing. “No, you did not sleep the whole day away, stupid. Come on, get up.”

“Hey, where’s I-Rozanov?”

Hayden looks at his best friend over his shoulder. “Putting Amber down for her nap. Jackie’s with him.”

When Hayden finishes setting up the coffee machine, he turns around to find his best friend’s head turned toward the living room.

“So, what was he like?” At Shane’s confused look, he elaborates, “Rozanov. What was he like with the kids?”

A soft smile. A faint blush. Oh, god, is this what I think it is?

“Fun. They loved him.”

Do you?

“Baby, where are you?!”

Shane rolls his eyes at Jackie’s antics. Hayden grins. “In here!”

Rozanov comes in, followed by his wife. Jackie immediately slips into Hayden’s arms, and Rozanov goes to stand stiffly beside Shane. “Ready?”

Shane nods, stifling a yawn. “Yeah.”

“Ruby, Jade, come say bye to Uncle Shane and Ilya,” Jackie calls out, and it only takes a few minutes for them to hear the patter of small feet, long enough for them to say their own goodbyes- Shane gets a hug from both Hayden and Jackie, while Rozanov gets a handshake from him and a hug from his wife that has Hayden side-eyeing her.

His little terrors come tearing down the hall and run straight into Shane’s legs, making him laugh as he bends down to hug them both at the same time. Then it’s Rozanov’s turn.

He crouches down to their level and holds out his hands patiently. He’s not phased by their unblinking stares. “Hello, girls.”

Shane, Jackie and Hayden hold their breath. Hayden doesn’t use the word terrors to describe the twins lightly. His daughters are ruthless, cutthroat-

Ruby giggles.

“You talk funny,” Jade says as she, too, giggles.

He fakes offense. “I do not!”

“Yes, you do!”

“No!”

“Yeah!”

He looks up at Shane. “Tell them I do not talk funny.”

Shane shrugs helplessly. “You kinda do.”

He gasps. “Betrayed by my own-friend,” he stumbles over the word a little, but Hayden doesn’t think much of it until he gets a look at Shane’s face- the terror is only there for a second, but Hayden sees it. He sees it and it breaks him.

Rozanov’s attention is back on Ruby and Jade. He wiggles his hands and they each take one. He shakes them, a little too vigorously, but the girls absolutely love it.

When he gets up, everyone, but most of all Rozanov, is surprised when the twins hug his legs tightly.

“Will you come back?”

It’s an innocent question, and the way Rozanov very pointedly doesn’t look at anyone in the room is telling. “Maybe,” he says honestly, then looks at Hayden, shit eating grin back on full display, “if your daddy asks nicely.”

The twins turn their attention onto him immediately.

Jackie walks his best friend and his friend to the door. “Thanks again for doing this, you guys.”

“You’re welcome.”

Just before they leave, he hears Rozanov tell his wife, “you have wonderful children.”

At least they can agree on one thing.

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who am i if not see through your eyes? Part 1/6

Shane is severely injured during a game. A story told from various points of view.

Chapter One: Twitter

[Welcome back, everyone. We’re just moments away from puck drop.]

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I Know You by Your Heart Part 2/6

Five people get a glimpse of Ilya Rozanov and the one person who has seen him all along.

“Dinner at your place?”

Shane splutters and looks down at her incredulously. “You dragged me to that piece of shit place, and now you want me to cook you dinner?”

“Well, I’m not a very a good cook,” she exclaims, “and your apartment is closer.”

He raises an eyebrow, waiting her out.

“And the only thing I have in my fridge is an expired carton of milk.”

He grins, smug. “Fine, let’s go. Anything you have in mind?”

“I was thinking chicken parmesan?”

He lights up. “I can definitely do that, it’s I-“ he coughs, then continues after a second, “it’s my dad’s favorite. My mom makes it all the time.”

“Yeah?” She interlocks their arms together, “she taught you how to make it?”

He nods. Any other time, he would’ve elaborated, told her a story, talked some more. Instead, he’s quiet the whole walk back to his apartment, obviously somewhere else entirely.

Shane unlocks the door and Rose distractedly follows after him. Which is how she finds herself stumbling back a couple of steps after she literally walks into his back. “Ow,” she mutters, rubbing her forehead, “Shane, what the hell?”

He’s still frozen as she sidesteps him. When she takes a look at the man standing by the coffee table, she understands why Shane reacted the way he did.

“Uh, Shane?” she whispers, but it’s probably a little too loud to be considered that, “is that Ilya Rozanov in your living room or am I hallucinating?”

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hold you through the storm

The past has a way of rearing its head when Ilya least expects it, but this time, Shane is there to face it with him.

Shane wakes to the sound of a heavy knock on the door and can only muster a sleepy grumble. He doesn’t open his eyes; instead, he presses his face against Ilya’s chest. His boyfriend hums quietly, his hand running soothingly up and down Shane’s arm. “I will see who is at the door. You go back to sleep.”

With a kiss to Shane’s forehead, he’s gone.

Shane groans and opens his eyes, watching lazily as Ilya grabs his hoodie from where it’s folded on the armchair in the corner and heads downstairs. Resigning himself, he gets up and follows discreetly. He’s not supposed to be here, doesn’t want whoever is at the door to see him, but he also can’t resist the curious urge to know who could be visiting Ilya at 2 a.m.

Shane sits at the very top stair, a good vantage point, and watches as Ilya unlocks the door and opens it. He can’t see his boyfriend’s reaction since his back is turned to him, but he can see the way he stumbles back a step at whoever he sees.

“Natalia? Vera?”

“Ilya,” the woman breathes out, voice raspy and broken, right before she crashes into his boyfriend’s waiting arms.

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who am i if not see through your eyes? Part 3 of 6

Shane is severely injured during a game. A story told from various points of view.

Chapter Three: Hayden

Before

Hayden grins as he reads Jackie’s texts. His smile falls when he gets one from Rozanov immediately after. Shane nudges him.

“Dude, I really hate your boyfriend.”

Shane rolls his eyes, toweling his hair dry. They’re the first ones in the locker room. “No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

His phone buzzes with another notification. This time the text is a photo of Rozanov with Jackie. Both are in the car, Rozanov is hugging Jackie, his wife beaming happily. Hayden grumbles, flips the phone so Shane can see the picture. His best friend smiles. Hayden rolls his eyes. “Can we get rid of him? Please? I promise I can find you someone nicer.”

“Nope,” Shane smiles softly, looks down, “kinda hard to do now, considering-” he trails off, then he pulls out a chain from under his shirt. Hayden’s eyes widen at the sight of the platinum band he sees dangling from it.

“Holy shit, you’re getting married?!” Shane nods, smiling softly wide his eyes crinkle at the corners. Hayden jumps up, and all but tackles his best friend in a hug. “I can’t believe you’re marrying Ilya fucking Rozanov, man.”

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years have fallen since the day, part 1 of 6

“She should be here.”

Five times Ilya lets pieces of his mother slip through the cracks, and the one time he lets them stay, even if it means never going back.

Or- Ilya, Irina and grief.

Chapter One: Svetlana

“Ilyusha!” Svetlana bursts into her best friend’s apartment, nudging the door closed with her heeled boots. She sets down the unopened bottle of vodka she’d bought especially for this occasion and her bag, in order to take off her shoes, then wanders in.

She frowns at the quiet that greets her. “Ilyusha? Ilya? Where are you? I have vodka!” She walks further into the apartment. “And we can order those disgusting burgers you like-” she stops abruptly, teeth clicking shut as she walks into the living room.

Ilya doesn’t notice her right away, lost in his own little world. The TV is on, but muted. Ilya is staring at it unseeingly. “Ilya?”

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Lies on my Lips

You would not have been able to shoot me. I would not have given you the chance.”

Hollander jerks away from him, cheeks flushed, freckles prominent, eyes blazing with hate and anger.

Ilya, inexplicably, wants to kiss him.

“Fuck you, Rozanov.”

Before the mission that changed everything, before everything that comes after — there was this night.

A Vampire AU

“You’re not allowed to hunt here.”

Seventeen year old Ilya Rozanov turns around, carefully lowering his crossbow to let it rest at his side.

His finger doesn’t stray from the trigger.

The boy in front of him is beautiful, a light dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks, dark hair, brown eyes. He has a rifle strung across his shoulder, and a gun trained squarely on Ilya’s chest.

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