#heatedhollander

[iinmortales]

shane had been out of it since leaving ice, which, understandable. for ilya, it was like having a flashback to years before, watching shane get laid out on the ice again. at least, this time, no one batted an eye at ilya's concern, no one stopped him from leaving the ice after shane, getting in the ambulance with him, going to the hospital. the centaurs had still won the game, beating montreal in a very satisfying 4 to 1. the doctors had attending to shane, and, after troy brought him a change of clothes, ilya had sat in shane's hospital room the moment he was allowed. it felt like hours, day, but really was only about thirty minutes before shane's beautiful eyes were opening. ' shane, ' ilya sighed, reaching out to, very gently, take his husband's hand. ' lyubimiy. thank goodness. '

@heatedhollander

[caprozanov]

➠ @heatedhollander gets adopted

✘ ♕ ✘ The clock on the mantle read 4:07pm, which meant Shane had been off doing errands for hours now. Ilya had just finished feeding Anya and was straightening up the living room, not that it was particularly messy. He found himself wondering what was taking his husband so long. Unsure of whether he was bored or just so needy that he hated being separated from the other man for too long, he sighed and continued cleaning as a distraction. Though their teammates liked to tease them about being joined at the hip and completely codependent, they didn't see the long years that stretched more than a decade of being separated and having to keep the other a secret.

Years of watching his teammates and friends afforded the very basic luxury of having their partner with them at gatherings, getting to hold that partner's hand, dance with them at events, kiss them at New Year's Eve, share the cute anecdotes about each other... The list went on and on, so many little things that they took for granted that Ilya yearned to do.

Such days were in the past now. The man he loved was no longer a secret and distance no longer kept them separated. Ilya was free to love his husband as loudly and publicly as he wanted, and he was more than happy to take advantage of that.

Which is why he found it downright rude that his arms were currently void of a specific freckled jock. As if on cue, he heard his phone buzz from the kitchen where he'd left it. Retrieving it, he first registered the name Jane (he refused to change it, though he did add a bunch of cute emojis to it), then registered the short plea for help.

Ilya's mind raced to a slew of horrific scenarios that the love of his life could be currently ensnared it. He'd never hit the call button so fast in his life. As soon as he heard the other line pick up, he was speaking rapidly. "Shane. Что случилось? What's wrong? Where are you?"

[russianrozanov]

starter for @heatedhollander

ilya  woke  up,  his  body  ached  aggressively  and  the  lights  were  so  bright.  he  brought  his  hand  up  to  his  eyes,  a  burning  sensation  went  through  his  muscles  as  he  moved.  pulling  back,  he  looked  over  his  arm  that  was  covered  in  scraps  and  bruises.  "what.."  his  voice  was  hoarse  and  raw.  there  was  a  loud  beeping  sound,  and  all  of  a  sudden  nurses  were  at  his  bed  side.  "where  am  i?"  he  asked,  his  eyes  darting  around  the  room.  the  voices  were  loud,  echoing  in  his  ears,  he  could  feel  the  vibration  rattling  in  his  head.  "my  phone?  where  is  my  phone?"  again,  he  barely  heard  the  words.  it  was  gone,  disappeared  in  the  crash.  "crash?"

the  plane  lost  its  engine,  they  attempted  an  emergency  landing  but  it  didn't  go  as  planned.  the  wheels  snapped  when  they  touched  the  ground,  sending  the  plane  rapidly  forward.  flashes  of  memories  came  back,  the  screams,  the  heat,  the  impact.  everyone  survived,  but  many  were  hurt.  ilya  was  covered  in  bruises,  and  his  spleen  had  ruptured.  for  now,  he  was  on  watch  in  case  he  needed  surgery.  someone  asked  if  there  was  someone  he  could  contact.  there  was  a  long  pause,  he  sat  there  on  the  verge  of  breaking  down  as  he  answered.  "no.."

[immortalmuses]

for  @heatedhollander,  continued  from  here

ㅤㅤㅤAfter  three  straight  days  of  his  messages  to  Shane  being  left  on  read,  Ilya  has  (mostly)  stopped  checking  their  text  thread  with  the  kind  of  obsessiveness  that  drains  his  phone  battery.  It's  pointless,  anyway,  as  if  staring  at  his  screen  can  somehow  will  a  response  from  the  boyfriend  who  clearly  doesn't  wish  to  speak  to  him.  Shane  is  his  own  man,  Ilya  had  even  said  as  much  that  night.  He  doesn't  owe  him  anything  (especially  not  after  what  else  Roz  had  said),  so  If  when  Shane  wants  to  reply…  he  will.

ㅤㅤㅤIlya  might  tell  himself  he's  not  sure  how  they  got  to  this  point,  except  that  he  knows  damn  well  his  own  uncanny  ability  to  turn  a  perfectly  lovely  day  into  a  disaster  by  saying  the  absolute  wrong  thing.  The  Russian  hadn't  meant…  whatever  it  is  that  Shane  thinks  he  meant.  English  is  a  fucking  minefield,  even  before  Ilya  considers  the  daunting  task  of  putting  his  emotions  into  words.  He  knows  he  said  it  wrong,  knows  that  even  without  meaning  to,  he's  hurt  Shane  with  his  words.  And  over  something  he  doesn't  even  believe.  Not  really…  not  now  that  he's  had  time  to  think  about  it…

ㅤㅤㅤWould  it  have  been  better  if  Ilya  had  said  that  it  didn't  matter  if  Shane  slept  with  other  men?  That  as  long  as  he  still  loved  him,  then  he  would  be  okay  with  it?  Well…  not  okay,  exactly. But  it  wouldn't  change  how  Ilya  feels  for  Shane,  it  wouldn't  change  how  much  he  wants  him,  for  always.  The  Russian  wouldn't  even  necessarily  blame  him,  considering  the  (lifetime)  seven  years  of  bad  choices  he  himself  has  made.   

ㅤㅤㅤ….yeah,  no.  That  probably  wouldn't  go  over  well,  either.

ㅤㅤㅤI'm  an  idiot,  Roz  thinks,  not  for  the  first  time  in  the  hours  since  Hollander  left.  Why  do  I  fuck  up  the  good  things  in  my  life?  He's  still  mulling  on  that  question,  morose  in  the  half-dark  of  his  unlit  living  room,  when  Shane's  reply  lights  up  his  phone.

ㅤㅤㅤAre  you  surprised? 

ㅤㅤㅤFumbling  the  lockscreen,  Ilya  stares  at  the  message  preview  for  a  long  moment  before  clicking  into  the  messaging  app.  Then  he  stares  a  bit  longer,  all  the  carefully  worded  apologies  the  Russian  had  assembled  in  his  head  over  the  past  couple  of  days  evaporating  like  smoke.  Finally,  he  types:

ㅤㅤㅤ[  TXT  →  Jane  ]  more  surprised  u  answered

[menaceonice]

heatedhollander asked: ❝ Yeah, I'm fine … I think I just pulled something. ❞

❝ well i am no expert, but— i don't think pulling muscle is something that makes it hurt to breathe. also, you are PALE, hollander. i didn't know that was even possible. ❞ ilya tries to keep the mood light, but concern is etching through.

❝ shane? look at me. ❞

[rinkholy]

To your prev anon - the autism community has moved long past high or low “functioning” as a term. If you’re gonna be on anon and gonna be disrespectful - do it with your profile showing.

well....i wasnt gonna say it but HDJJFJGJS

[ofthclight]

" if you left me standing out there any longer , my circulation would have cut off . " rose presses briefly onto her toes to peck his cheek before brushing past shane and into his home . her arms are weighted with shopping bags , most of which are couture dog toys for anya , and some of which are clothes that she picked up for shane from when she was shooting last month in paris . " this one is for my boyfriend-in-law , " rose shrugs her shoulder and a longer bag slips from her wrist to her fingers for her to hold out to shane . " i had a brief stopover in russia and met the greatest guy --- pretty sure he was part of the mafia there --- but he said that this is the best of the best of authentic russian vodka . " rose drops the rest of the bags with a small thump on the floor before pulling her best friend into a hug . " how are you holding up ? " / @heatedhollander !

[hollanderpatriarch]

semi plotted starter for @heatedhollander

For the past week, the Hollander's world had been turned upside down, for the better, David believed, but the whiplash and fall out was still being dealt with.

He genuinely had not meant to disrupt Shane's "silent" retreat at the cottage, having mistakenly left his only working charger there when he had been doing some work while Shane was away. He had walked in with the intent of grabbing the charger and leaving, not walking in on his son having an intimate moment with his "alleged" rival.

If hindsight was twenty-twenty, David wouldn't had fled as he had. He genuinely did not care if Shane was gay, Yuna and him had both been truthful to Shane when they said they had their suspicions about his sexuality. As long as his son was happy, he didn't care who he brought home. If he had to explain it, the reason why he had bolted from the property, is that he knew, or at least felt in that moment he was intruding on something incredibly intimate, private for his son. He knew Shane would be panicking, and he knew his reaction was a part of that.

Ilya had already flown back to Boston and David decided that he and Shane needed to have a heart to heart. He hoped, from that first day Shane knew that he was happy for him, but there was still much left that needed to be said between the two of them. Yuna was in Montreal for a meeting so David had invited his son over for dinner, just the two of them, so they could open things up a bit. So Shane could know David still had his back and was 1000% in his corner, no matter what.

Hearing the door, David looked up from where he was pulling some potatoes out of the oven, having grilled the two of them some chicken that was already resting on the plates. "Hey, I'm in the kitchen!" He called out, giving Shane a warm smile as he came around the corner. "Hey, Ilya get back to Boston okay?"