Heated on ice
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After Shane and Ilya were outed through fan mail, they were still playing games on ice and fighting for a playoff spot in the regular season. They faced disappointed fans, hostile teammates, and a world that no longer felt like it belonged to them.
Ilya was fortunate enough to be traded to Ottawa—
a team widely regarded around the league as one of the most openly gay-friendly locker rooms in hockey.Shane was not.
The Voyageurs made their position clear—not through words, but through their actions on the ice.
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In two games, the television commentators witnessed Shane being iced out by his own team
isolated, ignored, and left exposed shift after shift.
This wasn’t a mistake.
It wasn’t a coincidence.It was bullying
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“Rozanov, are you out of your fucking mind?” Shane shouted, furious and startled, flailing as his gear clattered loudly. “Put me down!”
Ilya did not actually manage to hoist him or shake him like a candy jar. Shane’s weight and resistance saw to that. But the rough, sudden jolts that followed
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Gravity finally won.
The puck slipped free from the bunched fabric at the back of Shane’s jersey and dropped onto the ice, rolling neatly to a stop near a referee’s skate.
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5 funny accidents on the ice that made both Boston and Montreal lose their minds
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Before Shane could even turn, movement surged behind him.
“Three, two, one—”
Then it hit.
A burst of confetti rained down over his head, sudden and bright, like a miniature snowstorm exploding out of nowhere. Shane instinctively ducked, shoulders hunching as the pieces caught in his hair, his helmet, his shoulders.
Laughter broke out.
And then they were there.
All of them.
Voyageurs players closed in from every direction, forming a loose, uneven circle that tightened fast, until Shane was right in the middle of it. Gloves thudded against pads. Someone’s arm hooked around his neck. Someone else smacked the back of his helmet.
“Capitaine.”
JJ’s voice again, somewhere inside the pile. Lower than usual, but clear.
“If we had to choose again,” he said, “we’d still pick you.”
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