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Teen And Up Audiences

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No Archive Warnings Apply

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M/M

Fandom:

Heated Rivalry (TV)

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov

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Episode: s01e05 I'll Believe in Anything (Heated Rivalry), Hospitals, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Gift Fic, Not technically a drabble exercise, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, High Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov, Yuna Hollander Finds Out About Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, If You Squint - Freeform, Forehead Kisses, Freckles, Canon Character Injury, Episode 5, not technically written on discord but goes in the collection for being written in one go

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English

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Published: 2026-03-19 Words: 2,000 Chapters: 1/1

your lovely freckles, sweet as sin

Summary

Ilya leans forward and pressed a kiss to Shane's forehead. And then one to his freckled cheeks as well, making Shane giggle.
It's not his fault his boyfriend has the perfect freckles.

or: what if Shane and Ilya had been already figured out their relationship a while ago by the time of Shane's injury in episode 5?

Notes

I still can't stop thinking about this scene in the show <3

"Iiil-yaaa!" Shane beams brightly at his boyfriend when he walks into the hospital room.

Ilya quickly closes the door behind him to hopefully shut away Shane's words in the relative privacy of the room before someone can hear, then turns around and freezes at the sight in front of him.

"Shane."

On the hospital bed, Shane looks wrecked, covered in gauze and scratches with one arm in a sling, cheeks pale and dark reddish circles under his eyes.

But he's alive.

Alive, and beaming at him, until he notices Ilya's expression.

"Hey. Heyyy. Wha's wrong? W're you, worried?"

"Was I-" Ilya chokes on a sob, stumbles forward and practically collapses next to Shane. "Lyublennyy, you scared me."

"'m sorry," Shane's lip wobbles, and Ilya immediately shakes his head, covers Shane's cheek with his palm.

"Not your fault, is okay. You are okay now."

Shane smiles brightly. "Mmyes. You're here."

Ilya snorts wetly. "Yes, of course you are good with me here. But really, you are not hurt too badly?"

"Concussion and broken collarbone. Out for the season, but..."

"Could be worse."

"Yeah, could be worse." Shane smiles.

Ilya leans forward and pressed a kiss to Shane's forehead. And then one to the freckles on his cheek as well, making Shane giggle.

"You're like. Obsessed!"

"Is not my fault my boyfriend has most perfect freckles."

Shane giggles. Then his smile falters, his mood changing much more rapidly and visibly than normal.

"'m sorry 'bout last night," he sniffles. "Wanted to. Ask you something."

"Oh?" Ilya raises his eyebrows. "I thought if you propose it will be at cottage, no?"

"Shut uppp!" Shane weakly swats at him, Ilya catches his hand between his own. "I w'sn't gonna. Propose."

"No? Not making an honest man of me, Hollander?"

Shane giggles so hard he shakes with it, which makes him wince.

Ilya is immediately serious, standing up and leaning over Shane, holding him down to the bed by the uninjured shoulder, fretting over him.

"Are you hurt? Should I call nurse?" He asks, frantic.

"Nnno, Ilya, no. 'm fine. 'm onthe good stuff!"

"So you would not know you are hurt, you are on drug!"

"I'm fine, I barely even moved!" Shane complains, and when Ilya still doesn't look convinced, "Ilya!"

His Captain voice works to snap him out of it.

"You are sure is fine?"

"Yeah. And I don't want a nurse here b'cause then you gotta leave." His lip wobbles again.

"They have, what, confidenshality? Would be fine. And would rather leave than have you hurt."

"Awwww. Really?" Shane pouts. Ilya snorts and murmurs something in Russian, Shane thinks it has to do with priorities.

"Gimme kiss!" He demands with an affected accent, trying to tug Ilya down towards him.

Ilya snorts. "I do not sound like this."

"But you knew who I was talking like! Now gimmmee kisss!"

Smiling, Ilya leans down and presses their lips together. It's a tame kiss by their standards, but long and sweet.

"You were going to ask me something?" Ilya questions, settling back down next to Shane.

"M-hm. Well, I had an idea. B'cause, you know, you're a free agent next year - and I'm not, but you know Montreal is like, not the best -"

"That you hate every player and coach except maybe two people? Yes, I know this," Ilya says drily. "Is not my fault you resigned contract."

"Mmm. Yeah. But it's only three years and I maybe I don't want to resign with them again after that."

"No?" Ilya raises his eyebrows. With how stubborn Shane tended to be, he had genuinely expected him to stay in Montreal until he retired, no matter how much the locker room culture stressed and exhausted him.

"And. I was thinking - I made a plan, kind of -"

"Mhyes, my little planner."

"Shut upp, you're the planner! But yes I made one too and maybe it's good I don't know. I was thinking, we could play in the same team, maybe? Like, when I'm a free agent. And I dunno whether Boston would take me, and I think people would be mean about me being a trai-tor if I go there because you know. But. If you want to I'd still go! Just..."

"No, no." Ilya shakes his head. "Boston... It is better than Montreal, yes, but is not good. You would not like it."

"Mmhm. And I was thinking about good teams and then I was thinking about more like bad teams but with nice people and because if you switch to them now you could build them up and then when I'm free two years later maybe they'll have the money for me. 'Cause you're really good."

"Compliments for boyfriend, yes?" Ilya grins. "Trying to, ah, what is phrase, butter me?"

Shane pokes his tongue out at him. "I'm not trying to butter you up! And you're still only second-best! 'Cause, be-cause, I'm the best!"

Laughing, Ilya leans forward and pecks Shane on the lips, not even arguing with him. Shane would have pouted at that, but he got a kiss out of it, so it's fine.

"So? What team were you thinking?"

Shane chews on his lip - not hard enough to draw blood, so Ilya let's him for the moment. He should have thought to bring Shane a hoodie with strings to chew on, but it's not like he could easily put it on with all his injuries, nor explain how he got it to the hospital in the first place.

"I looked, and they really aren't that bad right now - I mean, they're still bad, but there's lots of good players, you know? They just need a good center and some better in the second line and they need someone to hold them all together. And you're playing center and you're a great Captain and -"

"What team, Shanyshko?"

"Uhm. Ottawa." Shane blushes - it's good to see a little colour back in his cheeks. "I mean, there's other op-tions, but they could afford you right now an' it's not so far so for the, while I'm still in Montreal we can meet more often? And then maybe if they don't hate me Hayden and JJ can still meet up with me when I'm in Ottawa too. And it's in Canada, and you could get citizenship, and maybe then you'll want to marry me when you don't think I think that's it for citizenship anymore."

Ilya huffs out a laugh. "Shane..."

"I'm not stupid! And, and my parents are there, and... If we tell them..."

He breaks off, starts chewing on his lip again. This time, seeing how nervous Shane is, Ilya gently strokes a finger over Shane's lip to make him stop before he can bite it bloody. "You want to tell them?"

"Ye-ah. And I know I keep chickening out, but I really think I want to do it this time. Sorry for bein'a chicken."

"Is okay, love." Ilya's thumb strokes over Shane's freckles. "We do it when you are ready. And it sounds like good plan, going to Ottawa."

"Yeah?" Shane's face lights up with his beaming smile. "That's really cool."

Ilya chuckles. "Yes, it is. And will be cool to meet your family, I think."

"Mmyes, they are the best. So-rry."

"Why are you saying sorry, lyubleny?"

"'Cause, 's not fair. That some family is so nice and some is so shitty."

"Is not your fault that my family is shitty. You don't have to be sorry."

"But I am sorry!" Shane's lips start to wobble again.

"Uposkaivat'sya. Hush, hush. Is okay."

"You're not mad I said sorry?" Shane asks, sounding quite distraught.

Ilya raises his eyebrows, a little perplexed. He knew Shane unnecessarily said sorry a lot, and he teases him for it sometimes, but he never thought Shane that he had made him think that he genuinely disliked the habit.
"I am not mad, lyublennyy. Why would I be mad for sweet Canadian boring manners?"

Shane giggles a little, then sniffles. "I don't think that's Canadian, I think that's just me. My mom always says I'm saying sorry too much."

"Hm, no, you say sorry perfect amount. You feel so much, and you feel sorry even when isn't your fault. Would hurt you, to not say sorry, no? So I tell you is not your fault, but I don't mind your saying sorry."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Shane smiles up at him, his eyes filling with tears.

"Oh, you are weepy with drugs, no?" Ilya chuckles. "Moy vodopad. Pretty, weepy sweetheart."

"Don't make me horny when 'm not allowed to moove!" Shane whines.

"Oh? Makes you horny when I talk about you being pretty weepy baby?" Ilya grins. "Wonder why. My cock, it is so good it makes you cry every time, no?"

"Ilyaa! You're so mean to me!"

Laughing softly, Ilya presses placating kisses to Shane's nose and cheeks. "Oh, but I would not be mean to most wonderful boyfriend. But I need to leave soon, I think your family they are just going for breakfast. And I can't use excuse for being here as Captain for too long even if they do not come back yet," he adds regretfully. "Marlow says he is sorry, by the way."

Shane pouts at him. "That's okay, 's just the game. But do you really have to leave? You've just come here! I missed you."

"Oh, I missed you too lyublennyy," Ilya murmurs, a little choked up. "You will call when you are allowed your phone back, yes?"

"How'd you know I'm not allowed to have my phone?" Shane asks, frowning.

Ilya gives him a boyish grin. "You would have texted immediately, if you were allowed. Can never stay away. Also, you have concussion, of course you are not allowed screens."

Shane pokes his tongue out at him, but doesn't deny that he would have texted Ilya at the first opportunity. "M'kay, I'll call. Don't call before I do because maybe my mom or Hayden has my phone, I don't really know."

"Is okei." Ilya smiles. "Now rest more, yes? You need to heal."

"M'kay." Shane's eyes feel quite heavy actually, so Ilya's suggestion doesn't sound so bad. Even though he wishes Ilya didn't have to leave.

"Bye, lyublennyy. Sweet dreams." Ilya murmurs as Shane's eyes flutter shut, and with a last kiss to Shane's soft lips he quietly sneaks out of the room.

I was initially planning to write a caught on baby monitor Yuna POV fic inspired by this fic but then I got too caught up in the Hollanov of it all! But if you like you can imagine Yuna and/or David and Hayden watching the entire scene...

They'd be so shocked, by who it is and by how close they clearly are, casually discussing marriage and love and how long has this even been going on?
Yuna'd feel terrible both about Shane not feeling ready to come out to her for so long and about having hurt him with the 'sorry' thing in the past, David is happy Shane has found someone who loves him so much (Yuna is too of course, after the initial shock), Hayden is shocked when he hears how much trouble Shane has with the team (though, in retrospect, knowing Shane is gay, he can imagine why the atmosphere isn't great for him, most of the guys are really queerphobic), nearly has an aneurysm at the Rozanov of it all but works through it without Shane noticing while Shane's still drugged up and they talk it through later, Hayden wants him to tell JJ so their mutual friend isn't left out of the loop...

Ilya has left to go to the airport before the Hollanders make it to Shane's room, and they decide not to bring it up while Shane is high, but the next time Ilya is in town the introductions are made, and Yuna jumps in to help with their plan to get Ilya and later Shane to sign with Ottawa <3