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halfamoonTitle: Here for You
Fandom: Heated Rivalry
Character: Svetlana Vetrova (with Ilya Rozanov)
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 508
Summary: What if Svetlana found out about "Jane" long before she mentioned it
The phone on the far nightstand buzzed, rousing Svetlana from her half-sleep. Ilya must have left to shower not long ago, his side of the bed was still warm as she rolled over to pick up his phone.
Just a glance, she told herself. If it was a message about his father, Ilya would want to know immediately. All that showed on the lock screen was a name “Jane” and the time “5:58”- far too early for any reasonable to be awake. Svetlana felt a tide of jealousy swell within her and then chided herself on being both foolish and hypocritical. She had seen other men, fucked other men, what difference did it make if Ilya had a woman or two. It was probably just some drunken hookup from the road that Ilya had unwisely given his contact information to. She had warned him about things like that so many times, but did he listen?
She decided to look at the message, just to be safe. To keep Ilya safe as she always had. It would not be good for him to have some “Jane” psycho texting him at all hours of the day and night. Even she knew better than to monopolize his time in that way.
She entered the passcode. It was Ilya's number and Sasha's number from the one year he'd played with the team. Ilya was such a sentimental fool in that way.
Passcode denied.
She had to think about it logically. Ilya knew hockey and hockey numbers were easy to remember. Whose hockey number would Ilya use? Scott Hunter's? She punched in Ilya's number and then added Hunter's.
Still denied. She would have to be careful because if she got this wrong, he would be locked out. She decided to take a chance with the only other player that Ilya paid attention to- Shane Hollander. Tapping in the numbers, it only took a moment and then she was in. She had a fleeting thought to tease Ilya about the change before remembering that she wasn't supposed to be looking at his phone in the first place.
She tapped on the conversation with Jane and scrolled. And scrolled. And scrolled through years of messages which talked of meeting and involved a bit of chirping about kicking Montreal's ass. This Jane must be a puck bunny for the Voyageurs, but then again, this Jane might not even be a “she” after all.
Before she could continue with that train of thought, she heard the door to the en suite open. Svetlana locked the phone and put it back into its spot on the nightstand.
“Leaving so soon?” she asked as he grabbed the phone and slid it into his pocket.
“Morning skate,” he said.
She nodded and pulled the covers up around herself as Ilya turned to go. They weren't the type of people who would share tender goodbye kisses. Ilya had been in her life long enough to know to let her sleep a while longer and to lock up when he left.
She heard the front door close and heaved a sigh. She thought about Jane and wondered if Ilya knew what he was getting into with her. No matter what happened, Svetlana knew that she would be the first one Ilya would call when it all went to shit. That was how it always had been between him and that was how it always would be. Svetlana would be there whenever Ilya needed her.
Fandom: Heated Rivalry
Character: Svetlana Vetrova (with Ilya Rozanov)
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 508
Summary: What if Svetlana found out about "Jane" long before she mentioned it
The phone on the far nightstand buzzed, rousing Svetlana from her half-sleep. Ilya must have left to shower not long ago, his side of the bed was still warm as she rolled over to pick up his phone.
Just a glance, she told herself. If it was a message about his father, Ilya would want to know immediately. All that showed on the lock screen was a name “Jane” and the time “5:58”- far too early for any reasonable to be awake. Svetlana felt a tide of jealousy swell within her and then chided herself on being both foolish and hypocritical. She had seen other men, fucked other men, what difference did it make if Ilya had a woman or two. It was probably just some drunken hookup from the road that Ilya had unwisely given his contact information to. She had warned him about things like that so many times, but did he listen?
She decided to look at the message, just to be safe. To keep Ilya safe as she always had. It would not be good for him to have some “Jane” psycho texting him at all hours of the day and night. Even she knew better than to monopolize his time in that way.
She entered the passcode. It was Ilya's number and Sasha's number from the one year he'd played with the team. Ilya was such a sentimental fool in that way.
Passcode denied.
She had to think about it logically. Ilya knew hockey and hockey numbers were easy to remember. Whose hockey number would Ilya use? Scott Hunter's? She punched in Ilya's number and then added Hunter's.
Still denied. She would have to be careful because if she got this wrong, he would be locked out. She decided to take a chance with the only other player that Ilya paid attention to- Shane Hollander. Tapping in the numbers, it only took a moment and then she was in. She had a fleeting thought to tease Ilya about the change before remembering that she wasn't supposed to be looking at his phone in the first place.
She tapped on the conversation with Jane and scrolled. And scrolled. And scrolled through years of messages which talked of meeting and involved a bit of chirping about kicking Montreal's ass. This Jane must be a puck bunny for the Voyageurs, but then again, this Jane might not even be a “she” after all.
Before she could continue with that train of thought, she heard the door to the en suite open. Svetlana locked the phone and put it back into its spot on the nightstand.
“Leaving so soon?” she asked as he grabbed the phone and slid it into his pocket.
“Morning skate,” he said.
She nodded and pulled the covers up around herself as Ilya turned to go. They weren't the type of people who would share tender goodbye kisses. Ilya had been in her life long enough to know to let her sleep a while longer and to lock up when he left.
She heard the front door close and heaved a sigh. She thought about Jane and wondered if Ilya knew what he was getting into with her. No matter what happened, Svetlana knew that she would be the first one Ilya would call when it all went to shit. That was how it always had been between him and that was how it always would be. Svetlana would be there whenever Ilya needed her.
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Date: 2026-02-04 01:01 am (UTC)