the knitsey scale
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“Um, I am sorry. What are you doing?”
Anne’s eyes widen. “Oh I’m sorry, is it bothering you? Let me just–I can–” She moves to start wrapping the yarn up.
“No!” Ilya states a little too loudly in the hush of the cabin. He feels his face warm as he coughs again slightly, “No. I don’t mind. I was just wondering what–what is it? What are you doing?”
Anne’s face relaxes, smiling warmly at him as she turns towards him in her seat. “I’m knitting. A sweater for my niece to be specific.”
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Ilya Rozanov-Captain of the Boston Raiders, the Beast from the East-learns to knit.
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- Part 1 of the knitsey scale
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in the garage, i feel safe (no one cares about my ways) by thistleskull
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
08 Feb 2026
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Looking at it even longer makes a surge of embarrassment flood through Ilya. He can’t give this to Shane! It looks horrible. Shane will laugh at him. Ilya feels his heart rate start to pick up as his emotions shift from embarrassment to anger. What a waste of time. All of this and for what? To make something badly? Something ugly?
“Fuck,” Ilya swears as his phone rings with an incoming call. Ilya blinks, noticing that he has been clenching the scarf, pulling it taught, between two fits.
“Fuck fuck fuck.”
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Ilya finishes the scarf.
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- Part 2 of the knitsey scale
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Ignoring his hard-on (for now) Ilya sits on the couch, alone in his apartment with his hands limply at his sides while he takes a beat, his brain reorganizing itself with the reality where one of the sexiest photos Ilya has ever seen of Shane exists and is out in the world and Shane is wearing the scarf that Ilya knit. Inhale, exhale.
Distantly Ilya thinks about his ice-cold cool guy we-can-fuck-however-you-want persona. He waves at it from the shore as that Ilya sets off for Valinor never to be seen again. Price and Marleau hosted a Lord of the Rings watch party once when they were snowed in in Calgary. Ilya liked it more than he anticipated, sue him.
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- Part 3 of the knitsey scale
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He pauses a moment, abruptly shaking his arms out once–twice and takes a deep breath at the same time the patio door explodes open, the door slamming hard into the siding of the house. A zag of blonde trailed by a blur of colors streaks down the steps, and all the air he inhaled to center himself is forced out of his lungs as the streak slams into him.
“Hello, Poppy. Is nice to see you again,” Ilya gets out, wheezing slightly.
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Ilya goes to Anne's. Brace for beanie.
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- Part 4 of the knitsey scale