TheScarletWonder
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Shane Hollander is worried about everyone and everything.
Ilya is mostly just sick of air travel.
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Shane and Ilya are having trouble balancing their very private relationship and their very public lives.A slice of life.
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– was he just fangirling over Ilya Rozanov? Coworker Ilya Rozanov? Person he occasionally fucks, Ilya Rozanov? Guy who’s drinking water in front of him in an unfairly attractive way, Ilya Rozanov? – “It was beautiful. That’s what I was trying to say. Like there was electricity coming off your skin. I want to do that. We need to do that, together.” He’s rambling. Mom always says he rambles when he gets nervous, and yet again she’s proven right.
“Well.” Ilya looks pleased. “I will teach you. First –”
And they start.
Shane Hollander, principal dancer of the Royal Ballet, and Ilya Rozanov, principal dancer of the New York City Ballet, have never stopped finding each other across cities, stages, and years.
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Shane had researched many flowers and plants that were native to Russia, and he had settled on two different ones, the fern leaf peony, and chamomile, which is Russia's national flower. He had placed the peony root, and chamomile seeds carefully into a shoebox on the passenger seat next to him, as he drove in silence.
He thought that maybe he was doing too much, that he was overstepping. But he would have to wait until the summer to find out.
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“Mmnnh, no, come back. This is big deal. First time Shane Hollander has ever thrown punches. First time Shane Hollander has been punched. Everyone is talking about it.”
“I punched Peterson because he slammed you.”
It should have been satisfying watching the way shock immediately blushed over Ilya’s face, but all Shane could feel was embarrassment for even admitting it.
“He was… I mean… He was all over you. And it– I don’t know, I was just so angry that he was touching you that I— I don’t know. I just saw red and, I don’t even remember all of it.”
Shane felt like he was losing himself. He knew he was more emotional these past few weeks, a swirling mess of feelings and breaking his diet and lazying around more, but he had chalked most of it up to Ilya’s influence.
or, Shane Hollander is pregnant, and doesn't know it yet, and is increasingly confused why he's feeling so crazy lately. Acting so strange. Crying so much. So horny.
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“The fuck are you wearing, Roz?”
Ilya jerked his head up and turned around. Cliff Marleau was staring at him with a puzzled expression.
“A t-shirt, Marly,” Ilya said. “You’ve heard of them?”
“Why the fuck are you wearing a Metros shirt though?” Marleau crossed his arms across his chest.
What?
Ilya was about to retort, something about Marleau taking too many hits to the head, but when he glanced down, he was surprised, then horrified to see the red and blue Montreal Metros logo in the dead centre of his white shirt.
Shane’s white shirt.
Fuck.