Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

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No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid

Relationships:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander & Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander & Rose Landry

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Rose Landry, Luca Haas, mentioned: other centaurs, mentioned OCs - Character, Wyatt Hayes, Zane Boodram, Troy Barrett, Young (Game Changers), LaPointe (Game Changers), Scott Hunter (mentioned) - Character, Harris Drover (mentioned)

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Language:

English

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Published: 2026-02-11 Completed: 2026-02-27 Words: 13,678 Chapters: 4/4

Trending: J.A.N.E.I.F.Y.'s New Song Just Dropped And We're All Asking - Who is J.A.N.E.I.F.Y.?

Summary

Shane loves his husband. He really does! But sometimes, it can be hard to put that love into words.

So maybe, when he tried to put it into words, he ended up writing a couple songs.

And maybe he released them under a fake name.

And maybe they got insanely popular somehow.

-

AKA the one where Shane and Ilya are married and in love and Shane is a little insecure about his ability to love his husband. So he becomes a faceless pop sensation. By accident. Mostly? It's complicated.

Notes

for the record, I haven't read or watched heated rivalry, but ive been exposed to enough clips, gifs, and fics to know all about these two gayboys. so.

this came out of me over the course of like a day and a half and I ended up writing 5 original songs in the process... oops?

Anyways, enjoy!

EDIT
check out the awesome fic cover !!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/81662626

thanks to my beta, but_i_like_chaos_ing on ao3, and @millie-with-a-y on tumblr <3

Chapter 1

Chapter Notes

people have also been asking for the actual recordings of the songs, so here's the first song (brink) sung by me. i'm not shane hollander, sorry, but it's the best i could do. i might do the other songs too, but don't count on it!

https://youtube.com/shorts/KIKHRHFepcA?feature=share

Ilya Rozanov loves Shane Hollander. This is a fact undeniable by any sane human being who has ever seen them interact. Spending any more than thirty seconds with the pair is enough to tell that they are so unbelievably in love with each other that it can't be easily put into words. That every single love song is written for them, by them, and about them. That every Hallmark rom-com is a cheap retelling of their kind of love. That every single book that has ever been written on the topic or concept of love was about them. 

Ilya Rozanov is so incredibly in love with Shane Hollander - he is so deeply, truly in love with Shane Hollander that he doesn’t have enough words in English to describe it. 

This is a fact that he reminds his beautiful, stunning, talented, amazing, brilliant, boring husband of daily. 

“I love you, moye solnyshko.”

“I love you too, asshole, now go put your dirty socks in the fucking hamper or I swear to God, I’m getting a divorce-”

So yes, Ilya Rozanov loves his husband. He loves his husband when his husband is competitive and stubborn and angry and pissy and anxious and awkward and dead-set on something. He loves his husband when the doors close and the walls come down and he is sweet and funny and kind and gentle and beautiful. He loves his husband in all the in-between moments. He loves his husband. 

-

Shane Hollander loves Ilya Rozanov. Against his better reasoning and logic, he loved Ilya Rozanov. Against every bone in his body telling him that this wasn’t worth the risk, he loved Ilya Rozanov. Against the advice of every subreddit he’d posted to during their “situationship” phase, he loved Ilya Rozanov. 

It wasn’t hard to love Ilya, despite what Shane might say - if anything, the “falling in love” was the easy part. 

The hardest part of loving Ilya Rozanov was being Shane Hollander. 

The hardest part of loving Ilya Rozanov was being so afraid of the world that he couldn’t scream it from the rooftops of every hotel they fucked in. 

So maybe Shane was tired of being afraid. Shane was tired of worrying what the fans would say, what the NHL would say, what the world would say.

So maybe he started writing the love he felt down. 

And maybe the love he wrote about turned into a song. Or five. 

And maybe he called Rose and asked if she knew any music producers.

And maybe, just maybe, Shane lied to his husband about going to a meeting with a new sponsor. And maybe, just maybe, Shane went to a music studio and recorded those five songs. 

And maybe, just maybe, he thought that he could release them and maybe his husband wouldn’t recognize his voice, but that maybe the songs would show how much he loved his husband without the world having to get involved. 

So maybe he signed a contract to release the songs under a name that wasn’t quite his but was close enough that he couldn’t feel guilty about it. And that maybe, once his husband did figure it out, he would feel like an idiot for not putting the pieces together sooner. 

J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. released their first song one random evening in September, right before the pre-season starts. 

In a week, everyone was talking about this new faceless artist who showed up out of nowhere and got signed by one of LA’s biggest producers. Rose had tweeted about it, saying it was her song of the year. 

By week two, the song was the source of a huge TikTok trend because someone had come up with a choreography to the chorus that was frankly… very sexual.

By week three, Shane had made a Twitter account for J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. and was engaging with fans. 

J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. @J_A_N_E_

any pronouns will do; i’m here for music and chaos

It was fun. Freeing. 

He had spent his whole adult life being Shane Hollander, Hockey’s Golden Boy. He didn’t fight, he didn’t get involved in drama, he was rarely on social media unless he’s posting about brand deals. Even after he and Ilya came out, he still isn’t very active on social media, only posting about brand deals, the Irina foundation, or Ilya’s daily bullshit.

So being someone new, someone who wasn’t supposed to be perfect all the time, someone who could swear and make dirty jokes without it being such a big deal… it was fun. J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. wasn’t perfect, wasn’t media-trained, wasn’t awkward, wasn’t only focused on hockey. 

J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. was all the parts of himself that he hadn’t allowed the world to see. J.A.N.E.I.F..Y was messy, and flirty, and chaotic, and funny. J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. was snarky and sarcastic. J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. was more than achievements and trophies. J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. was fun. 

Interacting with the fans was fun too.

kay <3 @calikaykay

oh my godddd, brink is literally going to be in my top 3 spotify listens this year i can promise you that. it’s so fucking good!!!! Crazy that it’s jane’s first released song?? If u haven’t heard it yet, ur dead to me </3

Shane huffed a laugh at that.

l-> J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. @J_A_N_E_

Don’t kill anybody for not listening to my music bc they can’t listen to it if they’re dead. you should simply tie them up and fucking force them to listen to it instead

l-> kay <3 @calikaykay

OMGOMGOMGOMG JANE NOTICE!!??! Hi i love ur music and i’m so normal about it <3<3<3 and i will absolutely be tying up and forcing eveyr single person i know to listen to brink because i am so normal about it

Jenni (brink era!) @hopeful_aromantic

but like… when will we get a jane face reveal bc i just /know/ they’re so hot??? Like they have such hot vibes they literally must be so hot idk what they actually look like but.. Yk??

Shane rolls his eyes at this one. You’ve heard one song? What makes you think J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. is hot?

l-> J.A.N.E.I.F.Y @J_A_N_E_

A face reveal? hmmm. maybe someday, but right now i’ve got enough on my plate

Jenni (brink era!) @hopeful_aromantic

OMFG JANE REPLIED TO MY TWEET I CAN KMS IN PEACE NOW???

l-> J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. @J_A_N_E_

Noooo don’t kys! how will you see the possible face reveal if you’re dead???

Jenni (brink era!) @hopeful_aromantic

OH MY GOD-

-

Shane shouldn’t have been surprised when Ilya came home from practice and shoved his phone in Shane’s face.

“Shane!” 

“Yes?”

“Have you heard this new song? Haas showed me, is called Brink, the lyrics are so- ah, words in English aren’t enough!” Ilya grinned, a flush on his face from sprinting up the steps. “Just listen!”

He connects to their home speaker and the familiar tune plays out, one that Shane had co-written with his producer. Shane could write the words and carry a tune, but the backing track was mostly Logan’s deal. 

Then the words start.

Brink by J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. (author's version)

Hotel room lights don’t do you justice

The way you move makes me- 

Ugh

The words don’t come out right

And I don’t trust this

Say you hate me

Ugh

Kneel for me, you say

On your knees

Follow directions

Following your lead

My tongue on your erec- 

oh, no, no-

Shane flushes - god, he really had written that? And sung it??? And then released it for everyone to hear? Jesus. Why did no one stop him!?

Pull me under, pull me closer

We lie, we lie

Cause they can’t know, sir

Push me down, even deeper

We both know that I’m freakier

Than they think

Push me, push me to the brink-

Push me, push me to the brink-

To the brink-

You walk away, I watch you go

Don’t wanna say goodbye like this, oh no

Just let me kiss your lips

One more time

Let me call you mine

Every time in a different city

Push me down and call me pretty

It feels like sin, convince myself

Won’t do it again

It hurts like hell

Then you text me your hotel- 

Room number

Pull me under, pull me closer

We lie, we lie

Cause they can’t know, sir

Push me down, even deeper

We both know that I’m freakier

Than they think

Push me, push me to the brink-

Push me, push me to the brink-

Shane doesn’t look at Ilya, who’s singing along now. Shane looks up at the ceiling and wonders why he ever thought that this was a good idea. Why did he write this? If it ever gets out that he wrote this, then everyone is going to know how much of an absolute freak he is in bed. Oh fuck. 

Shane might be having a small panic attack. 

Hiding from the world

Pretend we don’t exist

No one needs to know we

Get down like this

‘Cause if they knew

There’d be a riot, riot.

Riot, riot- 

Pull me under, pull me closer

We lie, we lie

Cause they can’t know, sir

Push me down, even deeper

We both know that I’m dirtier

Than they think

Push me, push me to the brink-

Push me, push me to the brink-

To the brink-

The song fades out and Shane is left questioning every life choice he’s made for the past twenty years. 

“Is good, no?” Ilya is grinning like a mad man. “Sounds like us!”

Deny, deny, deny-

“Ha, yeah, Ilya. What do you want for dinner?”

-

Shane almost texts Logan to not release the next song - but he goes through with it anyway. No point backing out now! Shane is many things, but a quitter is not one of them. And well, he’s in a little too deep now. Something, something, sunk cost fallacy, whatever.

Brink was J.A.N.E.I.F.Y.’s first song and it was a hit. 

His next song, Lights, was beyond that.

Everyone had heard it- even Hayden had added it to his game-day playlist, a fact that Shane wasn’t quite ready to deal with. 

When Shane got to the Centaur’s arena for practice, he heard his own voice coming from the loud speakers on the ice and wanted to immediately turn around and go home. He didn’t, of course, because it would’ve caused the team to ask more questions than he could handle, but he definitely didn’t make eye contact with anyone who was singing along in the locker room. 

“Hollzy!” Hayes grins at him when Shane closes his locker. “Look, man, we know you don’t listen to a lot of music, but you’ve heard this song, right?”

Shane forces a smile that is probably closer to a grimace that he means it to be. “Hah, yes, I’ve heard it.” I wrote it and sang it.

“What do you think?” Haas pipes in, curiosity on his face. 

“I think it’s a decent song, just not really my thing?”

“Decent!?” Half the locker room cries.

“Holly called the #2 song in the US just decent?!” 

“I can’t believe this-”

“Roz, you need to divorce him! He has no taste!”

“I don’t need a good taste in music - which one of us has won three Stanley Cups again?” Shane huffs and grabs his stick, heading to the ice, ignoring the shouts of protest from the others. “I’m going to train now! You can join me if you’re ready to actually play some hockey!”

In the arena, the song is playing again. Who put it on loop??

Lights, camera, action

Can’t counterfeit this kind of passion

You pull me in, I hesitate

The fighting is our foreplay

Lights, lights, shining in our faces

Microphones, sayin’ you’re goin’ places

One or the other, pick and choose

One of us has gotta lose

The electric guitar is heavier with Lights than Brink. It’s more of a… pump-up song, Shane guesses. He didn’t really mean for it to be so punk-rock, but hey, it’s not too bad, so he’s okay with it. Logan did a good job with all the backing instruments.

Team player, yeah, I play it right

Gonna be playin’ you tonight

No one knows the way you beg

When you’re lyin’ in my bed

Lights, camera, action

Can’t counterfeit this kind of passion

You pull me in, I hesitate

The fighting is our foreplay

Shane fights the urge to roll his eyes. Ilya skates around the rink, shouting out the lyrics as the song continues. His husband is laughing at something Haas says. His husband is teasing Hayes and Bennett about something. His husband almost trips LaPointe. But in between each exchange, Ilya is singing along to the song. It’s strange, watching his husband sing the words that Shane had written about him… he wonders if Ilya has figured it out yet.

In the club, pretending I don’t see

The way you’re lookin’ at me

It works every time, easy to please

Pull me closer, call me a tease

Our constant rivalry

Team player, yeah, I play it right

Gonna be playin’ you tonight

No one knows the way you beg

When you’re layin’ in my-

In my bed

Shane tries to drown out the sound of his own voice by skating, shooting pucks at Hayes so fast that Hayes can’t keep up. 

“Damn, Hollzy! What’s gotten into you today!” Boodram calls out and Shane snaps out of the fog he’d fallen into. 

“Sorry, Hayes.”

“Eh, no worries! Just means I gotta train more to keep up with you!”

Shane tries to smile weakly back at the goalie. Maybe he was being a little aggressive. It wasn’t Hayes’ fault that Shane thought it would be a good idea to write songs about his torrid love affair and then put them out into the world.

-

And of course, Rose had to get involved too, because she simply can’t help herself.

Rose Landry ✅ @rose_landry_official

Shoutout to @J_A_N_E_ for being talented as hell and pretending they’re not. Someone tell me why they just called me to ask if they were making a mistake for releasing lights. Girl. this song is the Peak of Music and you should be proud.

Shane rolls his eyes. 

l-> J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. @J_A_N_E_

ro, i stg if you don’t stop airing my dirty laundry out on twitter 🔫🔫🔫

l-> Rose Landry ✅ @rose_landry_official

babe, if u don’t stop acting shocked every time i tell u you’re talented and cool 🔫🔫🔫

A little while later, when Shane goes back to check on Twitter, he sees that Rose has sent him a DM with a link.

haley loves rose @rosie_nosy

Ok but like,,, yall saw that exchange between rose and jane??? Lesbians???!? Do we think that Rose is Muse!?!? Bc like… a lot of the lore from lights… makes sense for it to be rose?? Let’s go through my evidence!!! 1 / 6

…

Huh. Well, that’s a theory. At least it distracts a little from who he actually is?

He shoots a crying-laughing emoji back at Rose, but puts his phone away as Ilya comes back from his walk with Anya.

-

alex (lights out now!!) @janesfave

ok but i need to know - are lights and brink about the same person??? Bc like… oh my god? @J_A_N_E_ please please please- the people (me) demand answers!!

l-> J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. @J_A_N_E_

Yes, they are both about the same person ;) in fact all the songs being released are about the same person ;)

alex (lights out now!!) @janesfave

OH MY GODDDDDDDDD ARE YALL SEEING THIS?!?! JANE SAID THAT ALL THEIR SONGS ARE ABOUT THE SAME PERSON??? 

l-> J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. @J_A_N_E_

;)

l-> alex (lights out now!!) @janesfave

HOLY SHIT!? Ok but like, do they know that???? Does this person know!??! Or have you been writing all this music about someone who you’re not in a relationship with??? Because i am more than willing to offer my services as a boyfriend ;)))

Shane pauses before responding. Would it be too much of a giveaway if he admits that they’re married? Shit. Maybe he shouldn’t be giving away so much information about his “mysterious muse”? 

He decides to leave it vague.

l-> J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. @J_A_N_E_

;)))

-

Song three gets released in October just as the season starts, it’s called Homemade and people are losing their minds over it. 

J.A.N.E.I.F.Y.’s account gets blown up with new followers and mentions and fanart and fanfics and- 

Shane’s a little overwhelmed by it all, but he’s enjoying the interactions he gets to have with fans. 

sam (J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. NOTICED ME) @blindedbylights_

okay, we know that all the songs are about the same person (for new fans, we know this because of this tweet LINK) (we call the person muse btw) so like… anybody else noticing that the songs are getting less… raunchy and more sweet??? Is jane in love with muse?? Are the songs getting sweeter because their relationship isn’t all about sneaking around and sex in hotel rooms anymore? In this essay i will-

Shane almost laughs. Damn, these fans are so observant!

l-> J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. @J_A_N_E_

;) no comment 

He scrolls a little longer and nearly chucks his phone against the wall. Shit, shit, shit-

junie 4 jane @playin_u_2nite

ok but one of my hockey oomfs (don’t ask its a long story) keeps trying to convince me that JANE sounds like Hollander from the ottawa centaurs and i’m losing my mind bc i can kinda hear it??? But also like,,, hollander is sooo not the kind of guy who would release softcore porn music - so??

He groans, goddammit- too fucking observant. 

Well, at least they don’t really believe it. He’s not going to say anything. If he responds, it’ll just make people look closer at the theory. Just let it die out. That’s all he can do. 

-

Ilya is humming Homemade under his breath as they walk Anya together. 

This doesn’t come easy to me

Always looking for the way out

Cameras flash when you walk past

You smile like a knock-out

You handle the spotlight better than I do

Always keep it cool, keep it cool

You know what to say to make

The world go crazy, babe

I stumble like a fool, like a fool

Oh dear god, Shane is never going to live down the fact that he wrote a whole album about his husband and then released it under a fake name so that he could pretend that he wasn’t the one writing these things about Ilya. This is going to haunt him until the day he dies. 

But behind locked doors,

That persona drifts away

Still an asshole

But kinder than you let the world think

I want to let the world know

You’re homemade, babe

Never perfect, but perfect to me

Flaws don’t mean you’re broken

I’m hopin’

They show you’re homemade, babe

Shane tries so hard not to flush at the sound of his husband singing the song that he wrote about his husband. Some days he really wants to confess the truth to Ilya - that he’s J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. and that all the songs are about them. But every time he thinks about doing it, it becomes harder and harder to explain why he kept it a secret? And then he feels like he can’t ever say anything because, oh god, what if Ilya thought it was weird?

Jesus. Shane is in a cage of his own creation.

-

Logan calls Shane one evening. Shane is at the rink, helping the rookies with their passes and defense when his phone rings. 

Shit. “Hey guys, gimme a sec? Keep practicing!”

He steps into the cold October air just outside the arena. “Hey, Logan, what’s up?”

“Hey, Jane, so I’m getting a lot of requests for interviews, concerts, all that stuff. I know you mentioned not wanting to have to do much talking or any face reveals or stuff, but do you have any interest in recording a couple acoustic versions of songs or even doing, like, a written interview or something? Because the hype is high right now and if we want to keep that, you’re going to have to do more than occasionally reply to some Tweets.”

Shane rubs his face. “Shit, uh. Well maybe? Can I think on it?”

“Yeah, man, you’ve got time. Song four is coming out in two weeks, so we’ll still be pretty high on the market.”

“Okay, yeah. Thanks, Logan, I know this is a weird situation for you to have to deal with.”

“Ain’t no worries here, baby, just doing my job.”

“Hah, anyways, thanks. I gotta go back to practice.”

He stands outside just a moment longer, breathing in the cold air and sighing. Well. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to do something like a written interview? Maybe a Q&A?

It can’t be harder than doing a presser after a game, right?

He heads back inside, just in time to hear the outraged cry of his husband. 

“Haasy! My son! You betray me like this!?”

Oh, Jesus. Shane tries to slip away before his husband spots him but after so long together, Ilya is very good at catching him before he can get away. 

“Hollander! Our son is betraying me!”

Shane tries - he really tries - to understand his husband.

But sometimes… Ilya is just completely incomprehensible.

“What?”

“Haas has decided that celebrity crush is J.A.N.E.I.F.Y.! I thought I was celebrity crush!” Ilya yanks at Shane’s sleeve. “What am I now? Cut-up kidney?”

“Chopped liver.” 

“What?”

“The phrase is what am I, chopped liver?”

“You are not chopped liver, you are husband.”

“I-” Shane blinks, then looks back at his husband as he ties his skates back on. Ilya is grinning at him like a diabolical idiot. Goddammit. He got ragebaited again. He shakes his head, fighting back a smile. “Get back on the ice, Rozanov.”

-

J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. @J_A_N_E_

AMA for the next thirty minutes. i’ll try to answer as many as i can but i can’t promise i’ll answer everyone. Check for duplicate questions before you reply so it’s easier for me to go through them please 

He posted the tweet thirty seconds ago and he’s already overwhelmed by all the questions. His eyes immediately are drawn to the accounts with checkmarks - official accounts of celebrities??? There are celebrities listening to his music???

He spots a familiar name and almost laughs. Well, he has to answer this one!

l-> Luca Haas ✅ @haas_official

HI JANE!! My hockey team loves your music, our question is - does J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. stand for something? Is it an acronym? 

He smiles. 

l-> J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. @J_A_N_E_

Hi Luca (and your hockey team!) i’m glad you all like the songs. J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. does actually stand for something, but i won’t tell you what it stands for ;) you’ll have to figure that out all by yourself (or with your team’s help)

He keeps scrolling. Ilya won’t be home for at least an hour, so he has plenty of time. 

Oh, this one is interesting.

l-> ray loves JANE! @_play_it_right_

Hi JANE!! I love your music sm, can you tell us about your muse? 

Shane does laugh this time. I would love to tell you all about him. 

l-> J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. @J_A_N_E_

Thanks for listening, ray. Muse is an absolute fucking asshole (affectionate). We’ve known each other for a very long time and they still get on my nerves every day. I hope that’s enough to satisfy your curiosity ;)

Hm. Which one should he answer next?

Ah. 

l-> andrea (homemade) @janetheicon_

Hi! This is so cool that you’re doing a ama <3 we love you! What are the easiest/hardest parts of writing your songs?

l-> J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. @J_A_N_E_

 the hardest part is making the rhymes make sense - i can write the words down, i can come up with a tune, but making the words rhyme is my weakness. I’m not really a poet or a songwriter in my real life. But writing down how i feel is easy because i feel a lot of things that i have a hard time saying irl. I just hope the music can communicate for me what i can’t say for myself 

He hits post and then pauses. Shit, was that too much?

Oh well, it’s out there now. 

He scrolls some more, answers some other questions. Then he spots another familiar username and blinks. Ah, fuck. 

l-> Ilya Rozanov ✅ @official_roz81

Hello! My husband is being very stubborn about not liking your music because he is very silly and boring - how can i convince him to listen to more of your music?

That moron. 

Shane has a very terrible idea. He switches to his main account and clicks on quote retweet.

Shane Hollander ✅ @hollander24_official

Stop calling me boring just because we have different tastes in music!

He only has to wait a second before Ilya replies.

l-> Ilya Rozanov ✅ @official_roz81

But мое солнышко! you are being boring!!

l-> Shane Hollander ✅ @hollander24_official

Ilya.

l-> Ilya Rozanov ✅ @official_roz81

>:( one day, i force you to become J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. fan. 

Shane giggles to himself, switching accounts again. This is too fun. 

l-> J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. @J_A_N_E_

Be nice to your husband, mr. rozanov! Not everyone can have impeccable music taste like you ;)

Only a moment later, Ilya replies.

l-> Ilya Rozanov ✅ @official_roz81

See, Hollander! Even J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. thinks my music taste is good! You are boring one!

Shane laughs and puts his phone down for a moment, rubbing his nose under his glasses. He checks the time. Shit, he’s been doing this for 45 minutes and Ilya is going to be home soon.

He clicks on his original tweet and replies to it.

l-> J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. @J_A_N_E_

Sorry guys, i answered as many as I could! But unfortunately i am a human person and need to go make dinner so i will be closing this for now. Thank you for all the kind words and all of your amazing questions! Bye for now!

He closes Twitter and gets up, cracking his back and making his way to the kitchen. Dinner isn’t complicated, just reheated leftovers, but he doesn’t want to get caught on his phone when his husband gets home. Hiding this is a lot harder than he’d thought it would be.

-

Song four comes out in November. Titled simply Dreams, it comes out just before the team leaves to play against the Admirals. 

The team listens to it on the plane ride, everyone talking about it, Haas talking about his theories for what J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. could stand for, questions about who Muse could be. 

Shane just closes his eyes, leans on his husband’s shoulder, and tries to sleep. 

It’s not long before someone whips out their phone and plays it out loud for everyone to listen to. 

I dream of you when you’re there by my side

Tucked into the sheets with me

Your beautiful smile echoes in my mind

Yeah, baby, I dream of you

I remember icy days in December

The memories skate by, I try to remember

I try to hold onto them, I do

But, baby, I still dream of you.

Ilya is humming along, his cold hands raking through Shane’s hair as he pretends to sleep. Shane fights the smile that wants to break out onto his face.

Once thought I’d be alone

On the top of the world

But I’m glad to see you by my side

Just you and I, at the top of the world

Baby, I dreamed of days like this

You and I, two sides

Of the same coin

A part of the same team

You have my back

I have yours

We can win it all

Victorious in war

The words for this one had come easily to Shane. Being signed with the Centaurs had really allowed him to see how amazing it felt to play with Ilya by his side. The All-Star game had just been a peek into the joy that could be found by skating with Ilya, barely a taste. Now he gets to play with Ilya, not against him, all the time, and it never gets old. A part of the same team, indeed.

Baby, I dreamed of days like this

You and I, two sides

Of the same coin

A part of the same team

A part of the same team

Playing for the same dream

Shane eventually does fall asleep on his husband’s shoulder, Ilya’s gentle humming soothing him into a restful nap. 

-

After the game - which they had won handily with a 3-1, sorry Hunter - Shane hops onto Twitter while Ilya is in the shower. 

The first thing he notices is that he has a checkmark next to his name now. Holy shit. Okay? He’s like… official now? That’s crazy.

J.A.N.E.I.F.Y.✅ @J_A_N_E_

Sorry for disappearing for a little bit, life’s a little crazy but i’m glad to see everyone is enjoying Dreams! It’s one of my favorites. and wow, I have a checkmark - I’m in the big leagues now? Thank you to everyone who is listening to and supporting my music, it means more to me than words can say

He immediately gets a flood of replies from fans, wishing him well and complimenting the music. He’s sure he’s smiling at this point because so many people are being so kind to him. 

He scrolls through the stan part of Twitter, choosing a few tweets to reply to. 

justin <3 JANE @dreamingofdays

I don’t really want a face reveal for JANE just bc i think they deserve their privacy, BUT!! ! i do want a muse reveal… this guy has to be so beautiful?? Like?? C’mon JANE is constantly talking about how hot he is- 

l-> J.A.N.E.I.F.Y.✅ @J_A_N_E_

Hah, maybe some day ;) i wouldn’t do a muse reveal without also revealing myself because once you know one of us, you’d know the other pretty quick. We come in a pair, buy one get one free ;)

Immediately he regrets sending it, it gives so much away! Shit!

But he can’t do anything about it now, because Ilya is coming out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel slung low on his waist and Shane’s eyes are unashamedly locked onto his husband’s happy trail.

“Hollander.” Ilya’s voice curls around Shane’s name and Shane feels the heat pool in his stomach. The sound of his name on Ilya’s tongue… god, that’s the sound of home. 

He lifts his eyes, sure his face is red, but faking non-chalance regardless. “Rozanov.” 

“Come here.”

Follow your direction-

-

Song five, the last of the ones Shane recorded in those sneaky visits to the music studio, is released in early December. 

Haas is already spamming the groupchat about it by the time Shane is out of his shower after his morning run. 

Shane smiles at the rookie’s enthusiasm, but switches apps to check Twitter. 

Lilah is famous @freakier_than

OK BUT LIKE ARE WE SO FR RN??!? WHAT DO YOU /MEAN/ THAT JANE AND MUSE ARE IN LOVE LOVE AND MARRIED!?!? LIKE WE ALL THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE AN UNREQUITED CRUSH THING OR LIKE A FUCKBUDDY SITUATIONSHIP BC BRINK AND LIGHTS?!??!

l-> J.A.N.E.I.F.Y.✅ @J_A_N_E_

I won’t lie! The first few songs were based on the start of our relationship where things were really touch and go as to whether or not we were going to work out, but yes, muse and I are very happily married now and have been for a few years <333

l-> Lilah is famous @freakier_than

Oh my god JANE in my mentions hhahahah i’m being normal about this <3 but wow, that’s amazing that you and muse managed to make things work when it sounds like it was pretty rough at the beginning!

l-> J.A.N.E.I.F.Y.✅ @J_A_N_E_

Love is worth it <3

He quirks a smile as he sends it, turning his phone off and kissing his husband on the cheek as he walks into the kitchen. 

“Good morning, baby,” Ilya turns, kissing him properly. 

“Morning, love.” Shane smiles into the kiss, melting into his husband’s arms. 

“Your nasty smoothie stuff is on counter for you.”

“It’s not nasty, you just don’t eat enough vegetables.”

“Blegh.” Ilya makes a face at the greens on the cutting board. “How you drink that, I never know. Nasty.”

“Brat.”

Ilya gasps. “Ah! Husband abuse! Bullying!”

Shane laughs. “You’re so dramatic!”

“Am not!” Ilya cries out, clutching at his chest. Drama queen. “My husband is so mean to me!”

“Fuck off, Rozanov-”

“So rude, Hollander!”

-

Later, as they go through their morning, Ilya connects to the speakers and plays the latest J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. song, Forever.

I thought it was touch and go

Thought you were too fast, 

I was too slow

Thought it wasn’t worth the hurt, I know

And then you held me close

And said you’d always choose me

Didn’t want to lose me

How could I say no?

How could I let go?

Shane huffs at hearing his voice again. He never would have done this if he knew how much he would be listening to himself sing. He pets Anya as she comes up to him, begging for treats. Why she tries to beg from him when he’s literally never given into her cute puppy eyes is a mystery to him. Never give up, Anya.

A ring on my finger

A ring on your necklace

Mother’s cross hanging beside it

Oh, this is forever, it’s crazy

Oh, we are forever, baby

Early morning kisses and

Late night movies dates

Days with you

Feel like forever, say-

It again

Shane doesn’t catch himself humming along, but Ilya does. 

Love is a strange thing

It can be so hard to find

I’m so glad I can call you mine

So glad I can call you mine.

A ring on my finger

A ring on your necklace

Mother’s cross hanging beside it

Oh, this is forever, it’s crazy

Oh, we are forever, baby

Shane settles next to his husband on the couch, tucking his head into his husband’s neck. They just sit there for a minute as the song fades out. 

“Shane,” Ilya breaks the silence. 

“Ilya?” Shane replies.

“Are you…”

He trails off and Shane looks up with a confused expression. 

“Am I…?”

“J.A.N.E.I.F.Y.?”

Shane blinks. Then flushes. Then turns his head into Ilya’s shoulder so that Ilya can’t see his face. 

“Shane?”

“... maybe?”

He can hear Ilya’s breathing, his heartbeat. 

He can feel the way that Ilya starts to laugh. 

“Oh, moya lyubov',” a kiss is placed on his forehead. “-moye solnyshko,” another kiss pressed to his cheek.”-moya zhizn'.” A third kiss pressed to his nose as Ilya gently guides his face up from his shoulder. “You wrote those songs for me?”

Shane nods, the words he had been planning to say trapping themselves in his throat. 

“You are so amazing, baby, my love, you are so talented-” more kisses delivered all over Shane’s face. Shane manages to open his eyes long enough to see Ilya flushed and grinning like a maniac. “You are not just second best hockey player, you are also musician! My amazing, beautiful, many talented husband-”

“Augh, okay, okay-” Shane gently removes himself from his husband’s grasp, uncomfortable with all the attention. You’d think after being married for so long, Shane would have built up a tolerance for the unfiltered, potent effects of Ilya Rozanov’s Love Beam, but, alas, that has not happened yet. “What gave it away?”

Ilya smiles again, softer. “Many little details, but ring on necklace with mother’s cross? Pretty obvious.”

Shane laughs. “Yeah, not my most subtle work.”

“And now I think about it, all lyrics are about us. Alone at the top but together? Playing for the same team? All the dirty things I say to you in hotel rooms?”

Shane thinks his face may be permanently red. 

“Shane,” Ilya’s voice shifts, softer, serious. “Why did you not tell me? Why keep it secret?”

“I just… it’s hard to put how much I love you into words sometimes. And it’s easier to write it. And I just… I wanted to be able to tell the world how much you mean to me without it being about me, about Shane Hollander, you know?” He shrugs. “I was going to tell you if you didn’t figure it out.”

“Oh. My sweet husband.”

-

“Wait.” Ilya says as they both get ready for bed. “What does J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. stand for?”

“Huh?” Shane responds absently, washing his face.

“The name, J.A.N.E.I.F.Y., you said it stood for something when you replied to Haasy.”

Shane dries his face, purposefully looking at everything but his husband. “Oh, just, uh-”

“Oh come on, Hollander!” Ilya’s grin is audible at this point, incredibly smug for someone who took four months to realize that all these songs were about him. “Don’t get shy now, tell me!”

“Just A Name for Everything I Feel for You.” Shane blurts out, the words tangling in his mouth.

“...” Ilya, for once in his fucking life, is silent.

Shane doesn’t say anything more, just applying his last serum and heading into the bedroom. He lays down on his side of the bed and tries to ignore the gnawing feeling of dread in his stomach. Why doesn’t Ilya say something?!

He hears more than sees Ilya finish his own nighttime routine, hears the sound of their bathroom door closing softly, hears his husband’s padded footsteps as he makes his way to the bed.

He feels the warm arms that wrap around him, trying to pull him closer.

“Ya tebya lyublyu,” his husband whispers, kissing the back of his neck. “More than I can put into words.”

“Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu.” Shane relaxes, allowing his husband to pull him into his embrace.

-

“You know we have to tell Haas about this now.”

Shane groans. “No.”

“We have to, Shane! He loves J.A.N.E.I.F.Y.!”

“That’s exactly why we can’t tell him!”

“Boring, Hollander!”

“Fuck off, Rozanov.”

-

Three days later, Shane is shaken awake at - he glances at the clock with half-closed eyes - 3:42 AM.

“-ya?” He mumbles.

“Shane- Shane-”

“-at?”

“We cannot tell Haas about J.A.N.E.I.F.Y.”

“Huh?”

“He has crush on J.A.N.E.I.F.Y., he can’t know you are J.A.N.E.I.F.Y.!”

“Jesus-” Shane rolls over, burying his face back into his pillow. “Okay.”

“Shane, is serious!”

“Go the fuck to bed, Rozanov.”

Chapter 2

Chapter Summary

In which the world finds out (oops?)

Chapter Notes

the (VERY MUCH) requested reveal!!

once again thank you to my beta but_i_like_chaos_ing for being the best!!

SLIGHT CONTENT WARNING FOR A DISSOCIATIVE EPISODE/PANIC ATTACK!!
following "I'm going to make a smoothie" up to "... I love you too"

In the end, it wasn’t even a planned reveal. 

In the end, it was because of a stupid Tweet. 

In the end, Shane did it to himself.

A few days after Ilya had discovered the truth of J.A.N.E.I.F.Y.’s identity, Shane planned to put out a thank you tweet for everyone who had listened to his music and to reveal that he didn’t have any plans of posting more music any time soon - the first album had been embarrassing enough without Ilya knowing who he was. He doesn’t think he could even begin to write anything more. 

He had written Brink and Lights while slightly drunk and missing Ilya, who’d been on a trip for a brand deal. Homemade had been written after Ilya had made some very shitty sourdough that they had both laughed over. Dreams had been written after a particularly electric practice match where it felt like he and Ilya really were reading each other’s minds, moving perfectly in sync. Forever had been written after Ilya had fallen asleep on the couch with his head in Shane’s lap, Anya at his feet. 

All in all, Shane was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be writing any more songs any time soon. It was… really embarrassing to write songs about his husband now that his husband knows that he wrote songs about his husband? Jesus. That’s complicated.

So he had logged into Twitter, and typed out a simple message.

Hey, thank you for all your support for all of the songs I’ve released, it really means more than I can say…

… Find your muse and let them guide you <3

He didn’t think about it too much before hitting post. Being J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. has been freeing in so many ways - he’s not as anal about what he posts on social media anymore, doesn’t reread every post six times before posting, doesn’t paranoidly check to make sure he hasn’t accidently typed something heinous. He’s a lot more relaxed about it. He trusts himself more now. It’s been great for his exposure therapy to being more open with the world, according to his therapist.

He leaves his phone on the charger and heads to their in-home gym to get a workout in before waking Ilya up for breakfast.

-

Ilya’s phone is ringing.

Still half asleep, he grabs at it and swipes to answer. 

“-ello?” He grumbles, cranky at being woken up by someone who is not his husband. “Why are you calling me on buttfuck in morning?”

“Roz!” 

“Yes, my name is that.”

“Rozanov!” 

“What!?” Ilya is properly awake now, something like fear flooding him. Is something wrong? Is Shane hurt? Shane isn’t in bed, but it’s also the time he would normally be in the middle of his morning workout. 

“Hollzy has been J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. this whole time?”

Ah. Now, how the fuck did Haasy figure that out?

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Hollander, he tweeted-”

“Huh?”

“Hollander tweeted about being J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. is what I’m to tell you!”

“Shit, give me a second, Haas-” Ilya puts the call on speaker and checks Twitter. He had started following J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. after Lights came out, but there are no new Tweets from that account. With a dawning horror, he checks his husband’s main account and, sure enough, there it is.

Shane Hollander ✅ @hollander24_official

Hey, thank you for all your support for all of the songs I’ve released, it really means more than I can say. I know it might be weird for some of you for me to pop up out of nowhere, release 5 songs, and then disappear again, but that’s what’s about to happen. I wrote those 5 songs and decided i wanted to release them under J.A.N.E.I.F.Y to surprise muse. now that muse has figured out that I’m… me? it’s become a whole lot more mortifying to write songs about him lol. 

l-> Shane Hollander ✅ @hollander24_official

Genuinely though, thank you to everyone who has stuck around and listened to my music. I never thought I’d be a musician, but i guess we all contain multitudes? Feel free to keep listening, to keep creating all the amazing fanart and fanfics i’ve seen you guys create. Find your muse and let them guide you <3

Oh. Oh fuck. Oh, Shane is going to be mortified. 

Haas is still freaking out over the phone. “- and we were singing along to it! We were all singing about our captain’s sex life, oh my god-”

“Haasy, it is okay.” Ilya huffs, trying to calm his own panic. He can’t panic. Shane is going to panic, Luca is panicking, he can’t be panicking. Ilya is not allowed to panic about this. “I talk about our sex life all the time, Hollander cannot be mad at you.”

Ilya checks the trending tab, and sure enough, Shane Hollander is trending, and right next to it is J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. Shit. Well, nothing he can do about it now. 

“Okay, Haas, Luca, I’m going to call Harris. You need to go back to bed.”

“What?”

“Go take shower, drink water, do something other than freak out. Shane and Harris are going to freak out and I can’t deal with three freak outs at once.”

“Oh, okay?”

“Go, chill out, Captain’s orders.”

“Understood, Captain.” Luca seems to have relaxed a bit at least. “Uh, sorry for waking you up?”

“Bye, Haasy.”

“Bye, Rozzy!”

He hangs up, rubs his eyes, and resists the urge to scream into a pillow. 

Okay. 

Okay. 

Okay.

Damage control - call Harris, find some way to tell Shane without Shane getting so embarrassed he turns into a Tibetan monk and never speaks again. Figure out how they are going to spin this to the press. Shit, Shane had been getting so good about being more open on social media! This is going to set him back so much. Fuck.

Okay. 

He can do this. He is Ilya goddamn Rozanov. He turned the fucking Ottawa Centaurs into a Stanely Cup winning team. He convinced a Shane Hollander to fuck and then marry him. He can absolutely find a way to spin this. 

He sighs deeply for strength, embodying his husband in a way he’s not sure he ever has before, and dials Harris’ number. 

Harris picks up on the third ring sounding half asleep. “What is it, Rozanov?”

“So… have you been on Twitter this morning?”

-

Shane is three sets into his squat routine, humming absently to himself as he relaxes into the steady, soothing routine of counting the reps, adding the numbers in his mind, feeling his muscles stretch with the pleasant burn from a good set. 

He’s always enjoyed working out, the patterns of it all, it calms his mind and helps him regulate when he’s too stressed to think straight. 

As deep as he is into the flowstate he’s gotten to, though, he couldn’t possibly miss the shouting from the bedroom. 

Did Ilya roll off the bed again?

He finishes the set - 22, 23, 24, 25 - before racking the weights and stretching, taking a long swig from his water bottle.

“Ilya! You okay?” He shouts down the hallway, wiping his forehead with his towel, slinging it over his shoulders to check on his husband. 

“Da, yes, I am fine, Shane! Nothing to worry!”

Shane furrows his brow. Well, that is… very worrying actually. What the fuck did Ilya do? Normally, he would be whining and asking for kisses on his boo-boo or some other nonsense. Complaining Ilya is usually fine and being dramatic for laughs - Joking Ilya, or Non-Chalant Ilya, or Everything Is Fine Ilya… Those were the Ilyas Shane needs to worry about.

He opens the door, expecting to see Ilya holding a broken lamp or something. 

What he sees is Ilya on the phone, Harris’ contact on the screen as Harris is shouting incoherently. 

“Rozanov?!? What the fuck is going on? Did you know?!”

… And today had started off so promising too. Why can’t Shane just get one day off? Is that too much to ask!? Why is there always something going wrong?

“Ahaha, hello, moy lyubov!” Ilya smiles, but it is… a very panicked smile. Shit, what the hell happened? Ilya never looks this freaked out about anything - even when they were outed, he didn’t look this panicked. “Everything is fine, nothing to worry!”

“That’s a damn lie if I’ve ever heard one, Rozanov, what the fuck is going on?”

“Is that Hollander? Does he know?” Harris’ tinny voice comes from Ilya’s phone. 

“Do I know what? What is going on, why is Ilya freaking out?” Shane is moments away from a panic attack. Did someone film them having sex and leak it or something? Why does Ilya look moments away from throwing himself through a window???

“Ahaha, nothing, nothing~” Ilya is convincing absolutely no one. Thank god he went into the NHL rather than acting because holy shit, that is the worst liar-face Shane has ever seen. “Everything is fine!”

“Ilya.”

His husband’s eyes dart to the door as if he’s planning on running for it.

“Ilya.”

“Okay!” Ilya pinches at the bridge of his nose. “So, you maybe posted your tweet to the wrong account? And maybe internet is blowing up because you have told them that Shane Hollander is also J.A.N.E.I.F.Y.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...” Ilya glances up, checking his husband for signs of life.

“...”

“... Shane?”

“...”

“Baby?”

“...”

“Moy lyubov?”

“... I’m going to ki-” Shane pauses, recalling that maybe a suicide joke wouldn’t be approprate here. He’s been spending too much time on stan Twitter if that’s where his mind instantly went to. “I’m going to go make a smoothie.”

“Uh.” Ilya looks very confused. Shane is feeling remarkably calm. Huh. Maybe he’s in shock and it’s going to hit him in about three minutes. Oh well. Might as well enjoy it. 

Feeling like a puppet, he walks into the kitchen, robotically grabbing the greek yogurt and spinach from the fridge, frozen fruits from the freezer, protein powder and creatine from the cabinet. Mechanically, running on pure muscle memory, he assembles his smoothie. Half in a dream-like state, he starts the blender. 

As the loud WHIRR fills the kitchen, he snaps back into himself. 

Holy shit. 

Oh fuck. 

Oh, fuck, fuck-

“Honey?”

Ilya is behind him now, hands on his shoulders. 

He glances at the blender and realizes that the smoothie is well blended and likely watery from all the frozen fruit having melted. How long was he standing there?

“Shane, moya lyubov, can you talk to me?”

Oh. Ilya is still there. Shane tries to give him an answer, tries to turn off the blender, tries to move-

-

When did he get to the couch?

Where did this glass of water come from?

Why is it already half-empty?

“Shane, baby, are you back to me?” Ilya’s voice is soft, his accent rounding the words at the edges like a well-worn worry stone. 

Shane blinks, absently realizing that his husband had asked him a question. He nods. 

“Can you use your words, moya lyubov?”

Oh. Yeah. Words. He can do those. He can even do words in French and Russian. 

“...” 

Why can’t he use his words? He has plenty of them! Big words too! In three languages! Astronomical, epiphany, fortuitous, juxtaposition, duplicitous. Douceur, feuilleter, onirique, chuchoter, rêvasser. Nyezemnóy, blazhénstva, vlyublyónnyi, nadézhda, bábachka. He has a lot of words! Why can’t he use any of them?

Ok. Simple words. You can do this, Shane, you married Ilya Rozanov. You have four Stanley Cups. You got outed to the world and nearly lost the career you had sacrificed your whole life for and then came back and kicked everybody’s ass with your husband by your side. You became a musician and accidentally became famous a second time without anyone realizing that you were you. You can use your words. 

“... Yeah.” He manages to squeeze out, feeling like he just went into overtime with no support. Shit. Okay, words are hard, got it. Not going to push that. 

“I’m sorry, moya lyubov, I know you didn’t want anyone to know about you and Jane being the same person, but it’s out there now and we can’t really take it back.”

He nods, unwilling or perhaps unable to use his words again. 

“But we will make it through this, okay? Together, right? I love you, ya tebya lyublyu.”

“... I love you too.” Shane murmurs, somehow exhausted despite it only being about eight o’clock in the morning. “I’m sorry.”

“You are my husband, yes? Husbands don’t need ‘sorry’.”

Shane manages a laugh at that. “You forced me to say sorry to Anya after I accidentally stepped on her tail literally last week.”

Ilya smiles, the anxiety that had been weighing on him lightening somewhat. “Is different. Anya is not husband, Anya is daughter. You have to say sorry to your daughter.”

“... You’re such an asshole, Rozanov.”

“So boring, Hollander.”

-

After getting off the call with his mom, Farah, Harris, and Logan, Shane sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose, fighting the urge to throw his phone in the lake and move to Antarctica. Ilya presses a kiss to his cheek. 

“Do you want me to stay, or would you rather be alone for this?”

“I- I can do it alone. You should go take Anya out.”

“I will be back in ten minutes.”

“Don’t rush it, take her on a proper walk.”

“Fine. Fifteen minutes.”

Shane huffs. “Fine, you stubborn bastard. Go, go, have fun. I love you.”

“I love you!” Ilya grins, kissing him again before whistling to catch Anya’s attention. She plods her way up to him, her tail wagging as he greets her in cheerful Russian, telling her about going outside to chase the ducks. 

“Don’t let her chase the ducks.”

Ilya sticks his tongue out at him. “Shush, husband, I’m talking to our daughter!”

He clips her leash on and heads out the door, grabbing his headphones and phone on the way.

Shane smiles at his husband’s antics as he leaves. He really is so soft. He’s gentle, off the ice at least. On the ice, he’s a 6’3” Russian murder machine, but here, at home, he is just… so gentle. Warm.

Shane doesn’t want to check his phone. He’s been avoiding it long enough. The team is going to have questions, the media is going to have questions, shit. Logan had been really confused. Shane had been really specific about not wanting anyone to connect that Shane Hollander and J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. were the same person, so for Shane to just tweet about it… Jesus. Okay. It still hasn’t fully hit him. 

Okay. 

Shane grabs his phone, and opens Twitter. 

Immediately, he recognizes he’s made a mistake - his notifications are overflowing on both accounts, his following on both accounts has somehow doubled, and he is being tagged in roughly three billion posts. Shit, okay, wow.

Well. Okay. 

He checks stan Twitter first. It’s easier than dealing with the brands and NHL players and sports outlets who are trying to get in on the drama. He wants to see how the fans are reacting.

junie 4 jane @playin_u_2nite

OH MY GOOODDD @hockey_hater213 I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WERE RIGHT #SHANEISJANE

l-> Jorge @hockey_hater213 

VINDICATION!!! YOU ALL LAUGHED AT ME WHEN I SAID JANE SOUNDED LIKE HOLLANDER BUT WHO’S LAUGHING NOW BITCHES!!!!!

Shane laughs at that, scrolling more to see what everyone else was saying.

kay <3s JANE @calikaykay

OK SO DID EVERYONE SEE THAT TWEET!?!?!?! YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT JANE WAS ACTUALLY SHANE MOTHERFUCKING HOLLANDER THE WHOLE TIME!??? I don’t know a whole lot about hockey other than what my sister has told me (she’s in the pwhl) BUT EVEN I KNOW WHO SHANE MOTHERFUKCING HOLLANDER IS!! #SHANEISJANE

l-> MARI @daylightstar

Ok i’m so confused who the fuck is shane hollander, why is this such a big deal, and how do we know if it’s even real?? Like maybe they got hacked or something?? Maybe it was a prank?

l-> kay <3s JANE @calikaykay

I’m not super in the loop about men’s hockey, so lemme tag in one of my hockey oomfs for this @holeander

l-> Rami @holeander

Hi! Ok so this is a HUGE DEAL. Hollander is known for being like, super private. Like he hid his relationship with his husband for years until they got outed, and even now, we only get hollanov content from his husband. So for hollander to be, apparently, writing + singing about his hot gay sex life unprompted is CRAZY. This is a man who has never revealed his middle name. This is fucking NUTS.

l-> MARI @daylightstar

Oh holy fuck, that is crazy. I just really liked jane’s music, do i have to get into hockey now???

l-> Rami @holeander

I mean- you absolutely should,,, because hollander is also hot as fuck <3 and he’s one of (if not THE) greatest player of our generation

Shane laughs at that. He’s seen that account, @holeander, around before on different parts of NHL stan Twitter. They were usually thirsting or making really accurate predictions on outcomes of games. The juxtaposition was almost comical sometimes. 

For shits and giggles - because Shane really needs a laugh right now - he clicks on their profile. 

Rami @holeander

they/them, hockey nerd and hollander stan. I contain multitudes. 

Rami @holeander

OKAY I KNOW WE’RE ALL TALKING ABOUT THE JANE/SHANE THING, BUT THE V*Y*GEURS ARE BASICALLY NOT GOING TO BE IN THE PLAYOFFS UNLESS THEY GET A WILD CARD, IT’S CENTAURS SEASON AGAIN!!! GET FUCKED HOMOPHOBIA!!! CENTAURS SWEEP!!

Rami @holeander

ACTUALLY 🤓☝️ shane hollander was writing gay sex songs about ME. i am muse. Rozzy is our third <3 he’s in the cuck chair

Rami @holeander

Tampa getting their asses kicked, who the fuck is shocked? Go eat grass dude, your goalie sucks asssss. Check my tweet from like two weeks ago if you doubted me. Brans has been consistently letting pucks in. literally they would be better off putting a toddler in the goal. 

Rami @holeander

Shane Hollander just give me one (1) chance, I promise I will treat you so right- 

Shane huffs. At least one person is the same. Never change, Holeander, never change.

After his minor breakdown, and the knowledge that the fans were actually pretty cool about this, he works up the courage to properly check his notifications. 

It’s mostly gossip outlets tagging him in their reporting, fans tagging him in their panicked questions, and some of the other NHL players reaching out. He doesn’t reply to anyone - his mom and Farah had decided that they were going to make an official statement tomorrow, after Shane had had some time to process - but he does read through some of them. 

Hayden Pike✅ @h_pike

@hollander24_official were you going to tell me that you were a pop star now, or was I just supposed to find out when you announced it on twitter? Is it too cliche to say that you’re my favorite singer? Sorry i’m not used to speaking with famous people!

Shane snorts. Asshole.

Wyatt Hayes✅ @hayesthegoalie

HEY!?? @hollander24_official ??? is this why you refused to sing along when we were listening to lights at practice!??? 

l-> Bood✅ @boodhockey

Petition to force @hollander24_official to sing at the next team karaoke night!!

l-> LaPointe✅ @lapointeandlaugh

Signed! @hollander24_official and @official_roz81 should sing a duet 🤣🤣🤣

l-> Young✅ @young_and_dumb32

Signed! Hollzy would hate it but cap would love it, so it cancels out 

l-> Evan Dykstra✅ @dykstra_hockey

Signed! But only if Hollzy agrees to duet with me too! 

l-> Holmsberg✅ @bergybergyboo

Evan, I love you brother, but the day Hollzy sings one of your awful country songs is the day I eat a whole puck without ketchup.

Shane rolls his eyes, smiling. These idiots. The other guys on the Centaurs are the best kind of teammates - funny and kind in a way that feels like family. They welcomed Shane into the team before they even knew him. They made it so easy to be open with them. Yeah, they teased him and Ilya, but it was always light-hearted, well-meaning, friendly chirps and teasing ribbing.

Back in Montreal… it was different. That’s the easiest way to put it. They were a cohesive team, a well-oiled machine, but they weren’t really friends. Shane was the captain, but he wasn’t their confidant. He was invited to weddings and baby showers and birthday parties, sure, but he went out of obligation and responsibility rather than any genuine personal relationships, except with Hayden and J.J. After he came out… it wasn’t even a question. He wasn’t invited to things anymore unless Hayden or J.J. forced the others.

In Ottawa, though, sure, they play like a well-oiled machine, but they are actually friends. They go out for drinks and have barbecues at Bood’s house. They have team movie nights. Shane is in a group chat with the other WAGs and HABs (they’re working on a new name) where they have a bookclub and plan wine nights - Ilya used to be in that group chat too, but he got kicked out for being… “too Ilya”. Birthday parties are actually fun, they go to each other’s houses on weekends, they babysit kids, they have each other’s backs. There is a genuine connection between them.

It’s better in Ottawa.

“I’m home, moya lyubov!”

It’s definitely better in Ottawa.

-

Shane and Ilya go to practice, Shane already dreading it and Ilya already comforting him. 

“Moya lyubov, it’s going to be fine,” Ilya says for probably the fourteenth time since they’ve gotten into the car. 

“I know,” Shane says, for probably the fourteenth time since they’ve gotten in the car. “It’s just going to be… awkward.”

“I talk about our sex life all the time, the team is used to it!” Ilya huffs. 

Shane groans. “I know.” 

“It’s going to be okay.”

“I know.”

Ilya rests a hand on Shane’s shoulder. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“Shut up,” Shane rolls his eyes. “We’re going, it’s going to suck, but I’ll get over it. It’s my own fault.”

-

They walk into the locker room and the room goes quiet. Shane forces himself to keep a straight (ha!) face. 

Haas is the first to break the silence. “Um. Hollander…”

“Yes?”

“Is it okay if we talk about it? Or do you want us to pretend it never happened?”

There’s no point in clarifying what “it” was.

Face it head on. 

Shane turns to his locker and starts to change, shucking off his jacket. “I’ll give you three questions. After that, we practice like normal, got it?”

“Got it!”

The team huddles together and whispers. After a minute or so, Haas gets pushed forward. “Uh, so, um. When you were doing the AMA, you said that J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. stood for something… what does it stand for?”

Shane huffs. “Ask Rozanov. If he wants to tell you, he will. Two questions left.”

“Hey, that’s no fair! You said we could ask anything!” Young crosses his arms.

“I said you could ask, I never said I would answer.”

“You’re like a fuckin’ genie, Hollzy! Monkey’s paw!” Hayes laughs. “We gotta be really specific, don’t we?”

Shane tries not to smile. “Yes. Only one question left.”

“Hey, that doesn’t count!” Hayes frowns. 

“You asked a question. It counts.”

Barrett laughs. “Damn, Hollzy, that’s cold!”

“One question left, use it wisely.”

“...” 

Ilya is laughing in the corner, giggling like a child who put a Whoopee Cushion on the teacher’s chair. That menace. He’s enjoying the chaos. 

“Ok, uh, so why didn’t you tell us that you were Jane sooner?” Haas is the one to ask this time. 

Shane shrugs, trying desperately to seem calm and collected about this. “I wasn’t planning on telling anyone but Rozanov if he didn’t figure it out on his own. It was… embarrassing?” He rubs the back of his neck. 

“Embarrassing. You were embarrassed that you somehow accidentally became a pop sensation?” Bood cuts in.

Shane grabs his stick. “Yep. That’s three! I’m heading to the ice if anyone else wants to play hockey!” 

“Wait!"

“Hollzy!”

“Hollander!”

“Shane, come back here!”

“We’re not done!”

"Bye!" Shane waves over his shoulder, ignoring them. 

Chapter End Notes

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thank you so much for reading and i hope you enjoyed it <3 this was really a love letter to stan twitter more than anything else.

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Chapter 3: Bonus Scenes 1 &amp; 2

Chapter Summary

In which the team forces Shane to sing at karaoke, and they change their goal song to fuck with him some more!

Chapter Notes

Bonus 1 - Karaoke Night

They drag him to a karaoke bar. Of fucking course they do. 

“Hollander! You gotta sing!” LaPointe laughs, handing him the microphone.

“Nope!”

“C’mon, please! Just one song!” Holmberg grins like a maniac. 

“No, thank you!”

“Moy muzykant, please!” Ilya joins in. “I’ll sing with you!”

Shane glares at his husband. You asshole. “Fine. One song.”

“YES!”

“HELL YEAH!”

“Fuck yes, Hollander!”

Jesus Christ, Shane might actually hate this team. Or maybe they just hate him. Huffing and rolling his eyes, he grabs the shot of vodka out of his husband’s hand, wincing as he downs it. Fuck, that’s nasty. How the fuck does Ilya drink that shit?

The beginning instrumentals for Brink start and he shoots a glare at Bood, who’s the one standing by the queue display. Bood just grins and winks at him, shooting him a thumbs up. Asshole. Everyone on this team is an asshole. He idly considers transferring to New York. Hunter wouldn’t treat him like this.

One measly shitty beer and a single shot of vodka is not enough for him to ignore the team hollering and cheering them on, but it is enough to keep him from turning into a statue as the song starts.

Ilya grins rakishly at him, lifting the other microphone.

“Hotel room lights don’t do you justice, the way you move makes me-”

“Ugh,” Shane finishes the line. “The words don’t come out right, and I don’t trust this. Say you hate me-”

“Ugh!” The team calls out.

“Kneel for me, I say, on your knees, follow directions-” Ilya winks at Shane, who flushes. 

“Following your lead, my tongue on your erec- oh, no, no-” Shane can’t believe he let them convince him to do this. This is mortifying. 

The chorus is worse somehow, because now everyone is singing along. “Pull me under, pull me closer, we lie, we lie, cause they can’t know, sir.”

Shane sighs. “Push me down, even deeper. We both know that I’m freakier-”

Ilya catches the next line. “- than they think! Push me, push me to the brink-”

Singing together now, Shane feels himself getting more comfortable. It’s safe here - it’s his husband and his friends. “Push me, push me to the brink- To the brink-”

The vodka must be hitting now, because Shane feels warm in the air-conditioned room, stripping off his jacket to the cheers of the team. “You walk away, I watch you go. Don’t want to say bye like this, oh no. Let me kiss your lips, I swear, one more time. Let me call you, call you mine!”

Ilya looks so, so smug. Bastard. “Every time in a different city. Push you down, call you pretty!”

“It feels like sin, convince myself, won’t do it again. It hurts like hell-”

Ilya is dancing now, swaying his hips and winking. That asshole. “Then I text you my hotel room number!”

Shane laughs, he can’t help it. Ilya looks so silly. He’s taken Shane’s tie and wrapped it around his head like a 2010’s frat boy, gyrating like a K-Pop idol. Moron.

It’s fun. It’s really fun.

-

The video goes viral. Of fucking course it does.

Shane watches it the next day, still hungover and pissed off at his husband for handing him three more shots of vodka as the night went on and dragging him back onto the platform stage to sing the whole album while drunk. 

The Shane in the video has unbuttoned his shirt almost all the way, flushed red and screaming the lyrics to Lights into the microphone while Ilya cheers him on. 

“Team player, yeah, I play it right! Gonna be playin’ you tonight!” The Shane in the video is grabbing Ilya by the belt loops and pulling him in. “No one knows the way you beg, when you’re lyin’ in my bed, baby!”

“Jesus,” the person who was filming - it sounds like Barrett - laughs. “Go, Hollzy!”

Shane - the real one - groans and rubs his hand over his face. “Rozanov, I’m divorcing you for this.”

“No, you’re not, is not allowed.” Ilya laughs, pulling him closer. “Besides, was fun, yes?”

Shane huffs. “... Maybe. I’m never doing that again though.”

Bonus 2 - Goal Song

The Centaurs are playing the Admirals on Ottawa turf. The game started normally, Shane felt confident. Hayes was doing great at blocking shots, their defense was solid, and, of course, Shane and Ilya were reading each other’s minds on the ice. 

Ilya passed the puck, Shane swiped it from beneath one of the Admirals. He crossed the line, taking aim. Someone tried to slam him into the boards but he managed to slip away before they could make contact. He heard a crash behind him as they slammed themself into the boards, ha. 

He lined up, faked going left, then slammed the puck into the upper right of the net. Grinning, he felt someone, probably Bood, clapping him on the shoulder. He shot a wink at Ilya, who looked very proud of something despite just being the assist on that goal.

And then he heard it.

Goddammit, Rozanov-

Lights, camera, action

Can’t counterfeit this kind of passion

He looks over at Ilya again, glaring. Ilya isn’t looking at him, no, Ilya is skating around the rink and shouting the lyrics. Bastard. Shane shakes his head, trying not to smile.

You pull me in, I hesitate

The fighting is our foreplay

Glancing over at the rest of the team, they’re singing along too. Those fuckers.

Lights, lights, shining in our faces

Microphones, sayin’ you’re goin’ places

Shane sighs. Well. If you can’t beat ‘em.

One or the other, pick and choose

One of us has gotta lose

He skates over to Ilya, singing along.

Team player, yeah, I play it right

Gonna be playin’ you tonight

No one knows the way you beg

When you’re layin’ in my-

In my bed

Ilya catches on and laughs, grabbing him and kissing him. “Moy muzykant!”

“You’re an asshole, Rozanov!” He shouts to be heard over the cheers from the crowd.

“But you love me!”

Shane rolls his eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Chapter End Notes

thank you all so much for reading !!! this will be the last chapter of this fic, but i've got some more fics in the works ;)))

Chapter 4: Bonus 3

Chapter Summary

in which shane can be loud about his love without worrying about who hears it

Chapter Notes

ok this is my last addition to this fic i swear 😭😭😭 i wrote this whole song and was like... well now i HAVE to add it in... so here you go <333

here's the newest song, which i did end up singing
https://youtu.be/5aT7ifHgryA

About a month after the whole Shane/Jane thing died down, J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. posted a new song.

It was called я тебя люблю / ya tebya lyublyu. 

J.A.N.E.I.F.Y.✅ @J_A_N_E_

Hello :) well, since I accidentally outed myself as being… myself, i figured i could release the first song I wrote for my Muse, my husband, Ilya. I didn’t release it during on the first album because it was so obvious who had written it and I was, at the time, trying to at least /pretend/ i wasn’t Shane Hollander.

l-> J.A.N.E.I.F.Y.✅ @J_A_N_E_

To Ilya, this all started because I’m not very good with words irl. Writing has always been easier for me. I wrote this on the anniversary of the first day we met and then hid it deep in the closet (ironic ik) where you wouldn’t find it because i knew you would tease me about it constantly. Genuinely, though, i love you. You have been my rock and my rival, my competition and my companion, through all the years. Even when I was an ass to you. Even when I didn’t deserve your kindness. Thank you. Thank you for loving me and letting me love you. я тебя люблю, Ilya, more than I can say in English or French or Russian, and I hope you know that.

Fans instantly flooded the replies, all equally confused and thrilled at the concept of a new J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. song. Even the hockey fans who were only here because they had found out that Jane was secretly Shane the whole time were excited by the concept of a new song, especially one that was “too obvious” about who it was about.

Shane shows it to Ilya first.

“Ilya.”

“Shane?”

“I have to show you something.”

Ilya crooks an eyebrow. “Is bad something? Or good something?”

“I think a good something? Just come sit down.”

я тебя люблю / ya tebya lyublyu by J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. (author's version)

He hits play and the music fills their living room. It’s notably softer than the other J.A.N.E.I.F.Y. songs he’d released, more of a ballad than anything else. 

The lyrics start and Shane can’t look his husband in the eye. He feels vulnerable, like he’s ripped open his chest for the world to see the soft, squishy heart inside. 

The first time I saw you

Was outside the rink

On your lips, a cigarette

Behind your head, clear as day

Was a no smoking sign

I wondered if you’d noticed it yet

Ilya turns to his husband, eyes already bright. “Shane?”

“Shh. Just listen.”

Shook your hand, and said my name

And said “how do you do?”

You looked at me like I had a screw loose

I didn’t know how to respond to that

My friendly overtures fell flat

“I didn’t understand you, English was not good then.”

“I know, baby.”

Thought you were an asshole, thought you were the worst

Then I saw you play, and that feeling dispersed

Watched as you handled the puck like a god

Drafted first, always so smug

Ilya grins, pressing a warm kiss to Shane’s cheek. “I handle puck like a god, yes?”

“Shut up.”

I’ve loved you since we were seventeen and dumb

Loved you since that day in Saskatchewan

I’ve loved you since I saw that no smoking sign

And on that day, I wished you were mine

“...”

Shane braves a glance and sees his husband’s expression shift, sees the teasing smirk change into awe, into wonder. 

Loved you as the years went by,

Always competing, you and I-

But now I know through every climb,

You’ve been my favorite to fight

Turning everything into a game to win,

Keeping score with crooked grins.

Behind every game and every shove

Was just two kids already in love.

“Shane-” Ilya sounds choked, voice trembling. “Sweetheart-”

“Shh, baby, it’s not done.”

I’ve loved you since we were twenty

And you told me I was pretty

I’ve loved you since hotel rooms, 

And staircase kisses

I’ve loved you since code names 

And deleted texts, yes, even when I was a mess

Ilya’s eyes are shining with tears now and he tucks his face into Shane’s shoulder. “Moy milyy pevets-”

Before I even knew what love could be,

I think I’ve loved you endlessly.

Before I even knew what love could mean,

I’ve loved you in every in-between.

Between every game, between every line

I’ve loved you every single time

“Shane- baby-”

Shane just shakes his head, trying not to cry himself. “Just a little more, my love.”

Loved you at twenty-five when I was stupid

Loved you at twenty-six, when you were finally mine,

Loved you at twenty-eight, married and yours

And I’ll keep loving you every day more

Ilya has fully hidden his face from sight, his shoulders shaking slightly.

I’ve loved you since we were seventeen and dumb

Loved you since that day in Saskatchewan

I’ve loved you since I saw that no smoking sign

And on that day, I wished you were mine

Loved you as the years went by,

Still competing, you and I-

But now I know through every climb,

You’ve been my favorite to fight.

Turning everything into a game to win,

Keeping score with crooked grins.

Behind every game and every shove

Was just two kids already in love.

Shane combs through Ilya’s hair, humming softly. 

So darling, if you hear this,

I hope that you know

No matter how we come or where we go

I’ll always love you more than you’ll ever know

In every language I speak, I love you

Ya tebya lyublyu

Je t'aime tellement, I will always want

To say in every language

That I love you

To say in every language,

I love you.

The music fades out and Shane doesn’t speak, just holds his husband a little closer. 

Ilya’s hands are curled into fists, grasping at Shane’s sweatshirt like it’s a lifeline, like it’s the only thing tethering him to this plane. 

“I love you, baby.”

Ilya laughs, wet with emotion. “Yes. I figured that out I think.”

“Shut up, asshole.” Shane smiles, shoving him. 

Ilya bites him in retaliation and Shane can’t help but feel relieved. If his husband is feeling assholish enough to bite him, then Shane can’t have fucked up that badly. 

“... I love you.” Ilya finally says, the words soft and familiar. “More than I can say. In any language.”

“Ya tebya lyublyu.”

“Moy milyy pevets-” Ilya kisses him, desperate. Like a drowning man coming up for air. Like a starving man feasting on his first meal. Like a man who has been wandering the desert finally finding water to drink. “My sweet singer-”

-

Ilya Rozanov ✅ @official_roz81

я тебя люблю, my love

l-> Shane Hollander ✅ @hollander24_official

я тоже тебя люблю, my muse

-

Lilah (JANE RETURNS??) @freakier_than

How am i supposed to be normal about this oh my god???? Disappearing for a month to play hockey and then coming back to release the most beautiful love song ever written??? Shane hollander the man you are???? #YTL is immediately going on my “songs to cry about being single to” playlist bc wtf man

ray loves JANE! @_play_it_right_
So do i have to get into hockey now? Do i have to 🤢🤢🤢 watch a Sport? Bc i love the Music… but there is.. Hockey lore in the music??? Do i have to watch the Hockey Lore to understand the Music??? #YTL

justin <3 JANE @dreamingofdays

Hi my name is Shane Hollander i was voted Cosmopolition’s sexiest hockey player, i’m one of the highest scoring hockey players in the world and i’m married to the second best hockey player in the world, i have the voice of a literal angel, and i’m one of the most popular singer/songwriters of a generation despite having only released 6 songs under a fake name because i wanted to tell my husband i loved him mAN FUCK YOU- (puts #YTL on repeat because it’s so sweet it makes my teeth hurt)

alex (YTL out now!!) @janesfave

Can we PLEASE talk about how #YTL is just a song about how much shane loves his husband and has loved his husband SINCE THEY WERE SEVENTEEN???? WTF DO YOU MEAN YOU MET YOUR SOULMATE OUTSIDE A RINK IN SASCATCHWAN??? Girl wtf god has favorites and it’s literally just #hollanov

Rami @holeander

I am so normal about this i am so normal about this i am so normal about this (WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF NO BC WE’VE NEVER GOTTEN A CONFIRMED HOLLANOV TIMELINE WTF DO YOU MEAN SHANE FELL IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT AND THEY’VE BEEN TOGETHER SINCE THEY WERE??? SEVENTEEN???) #YTL

junie 4 jane @playin_u_2nite

I have no clue wtf is going on with the Hockey Side of janetwit but on the janey’s side we’re all just crying bc this is so sweet and wtf do you mean muse and jane have been in love their whole adult lives???? #YTL

kay <3s JANE @calikaykay

No because like love is literally love like??? If god hates gay people why do we keep winning???? #lovewins @YTL

LaPointe✅ @lapointeandlaugh

Hey??? @hollander24_official @official_roz81 wtf do u MEAN you’ve been together since before your rookie year????? Were you ever going to TELL US THIS???? #YTL

l-> Young✅ @young_and_dumb32

Bro i literally am just... @hollander24_official, i need you to know that he is crying in the kitchen. You made him cry. He is actually sobbing over his pasta. He keeps showing me his phone and then crying harder. I think he’s going to die of dehydration. Hollzy, you broke him, man. 

l-> LaPointe✅ @lapointeandlaugh

Hey shut the fuck up??? Just because you’re heartless and have no sense of romance doesn’t mean you can just flame me on twitter??? Fuck you???

Luca Haas ✅ @haas_official

I am so normal about this. Please don’t expect me to answer your calls right now, I will get back to you in 4-7 business days, thank you 🙏🙏

Hayden Pike✅ @hay_pike

@hollander24_official you made jackie cry wtf man??? Beautiful song, i’m so proud of you, but c’mon …

Wyatt Hayes✅ @hayesthegoalie

Man… i gotta just go sit by a window and stare at the rain i think…

Holmsberg✅ @bergy_cen

… please don’t ask me for a comment rn i’m a little busy (😭😭😭) (cap and hollzy are so in love…) (😭😭😭)

Troy Barrett✅ @trytroyhockey

You’re laughing at us… @hollander24_official… Harris is crying. You wrote a song, my boyfriend is crying, and you’re laughing? Man fuck you

Rose Landry✅ @rose_landry_official

Hey bestie @hollander24_official??? Are you going to pay for my therapy appointment or am i just going to have to invoice you???

l-> Svetlana✅ @svetalikeshockey

You and me both, Ilyuska isn’t answering my calls and Jane just sent me a smiley face. I think he did this on purpose. Evil, evil man. 

Ilya Rozanov ✅ @official_roz81

My husband is evil and will say that i cried when i heard new song. He is liar. Do not believe him. I have never cried, Russians do not do this. 

l-> Shane Hollander ✅ @hollander24_official

This you?

[picture of Ilya with visible tears in his eyes. In the background you can see a TV playing Marley & Me]

l-> Ilya Rozanov ✅ @official_roz81

Photoshop. AI. not real. Did not happen. Go away and write more songs that i won’t cry about

kay <3’s JANE @calikaykay

Shane breaking his twitter silence to call out his husband iktr!!! Get his ass babygirl!!

l-> Ilya Rozanov ✅ @official_roz81

Do not call my husband babygirl >:(

l-> kay <3’s JANE @calikaykay

I- yes sir, okay, sorry sir

l-> Shane Hollander ✅ @hollander24_official

Ilya. leave the fans alone.

l-> Ilya Rozanov ✅ @official_roz81

Ok 😊

l-> kay <3’s JANE @calikaykay

???? how am i supposed to be normal about this????

Chapter End Notes

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