Rating:

Explicit

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No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

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

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Boston Bears | Boston Raiders Team Ensemble (Game Changers), Montreal Voyageurs | Montreal Metros Team Ensemble (Game Changers), Rose Landry, Hayden Pike, Jean-Jacques Boiziau | J. J. Dagenais, Cliff Marlow | Cliff Marleau

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Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov, Ilya Rozanov is a Menace, Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander's Freckles, Relationship Reveal, montreal are a good team, bears are a good team, Boston Bears | Boston Raiders (Game Changers), Montreal Voyageurs | Montreal Metros (Game Changers), no beta we die like ilyas dad, Light Angst, Ilya Rozanov Has a Bad Day, but it was only a bad day for 15 mins, slightly depressed ilya, Ilya is shanes weighted blanket, lots of fluff, Good Friend Hayden Pike, Good Friend Jean-Jacques Boiziau | J. J. Dagenais, Crack Treated Seriously, mild crack, Fuck AI, Alternative Universe - Montreal Metros Aren't A Bunch of Homophobic Assholes, The Montreal Metros Don't Suck, Supportive Montreal Voyageurs | Montreal Metros

Language:

English

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Part 3 of Supportive Montreal Metros

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Published: 2026-02-18 Completed: 2026-04-20 Words: 10,515 Chapters: 5/5

Outed by freckles

Summary

90 mins ago, he was on the ice about to play Ilya and kick his ass. 85 mins ago, he was outed on national television because his dramatic boyfriend couldn’t handle seeing concealer on his freckles.

No homophobia in my fic, sorry, everyone will be nice because Shane and Ilya deserve nice things.

Takes place 2017-2018 ish, Ilya is still in Boston, and they have been dating for a year or so. Kind of AU. Let's pretend Rose was a year earlier.

Notes

Apologies for any mistakes; I haven't written fic in years, and its not beta'd

Note for Canadian readers

This fic is written by a Brit.
I have done research, especially around hockey, since I am a new hockey fan and still learning.
HOWEVER, I try to use Canadian terms if I can and the correct hockey terms when I can, but I often fail because I don't know what I don't know and some terms are just ingrained in me.
I am happy for people to correct me in the comments IF YOU ARE NICE about it. I'm happy to learn.

Chapter 1: The morning

Chapter Notes

Edited - 20/04/26

It was Ilya's fault, of course. That's what he will say. That's Shane Hollander's final thoughts on the matter. That's all you will get out of him. 

Fucking Ilya Rozanov and his stupid obsession with Shane's freckles. 

If Ilya were here, he would be cursing Shane out and crying at him about how perfect his freckles were, but he is not here. Instead, Shane is sitting in his car trying to breathe and staring at his phone as it vibrates into the next dimension, while Ilya is somewhere in the stadium grinning like a fool. 

His agent has called him 12 times, his mother has called him 15 times, his texts are in the hundreds, and the emails have already passed 50. The internet is forever, and he has never been more aware of this. His social media has been muted, simply because his high tech phone can't take the notifications anymore.

It wasn't like the world had ended, but it was out, he was out, Ilya was out, and he may have made the most rash decision of his life while talking down two microphones. 

Shane didn't even want to look at his phone. Still, if he didn't deal with it now, then Ilya would be the feral chaos goblin he is and make that decision for him, probably by trolling people on Twitter, only this time it would be under his actual profile and not his other one. 

If only Shane could go back and tell past him that getting revenge on his feral boyfriend was never going to work, and it was definitely not going to work when he was mic'd up. 

90 mins ago, he was on the ice about to play said boyfriend and kick his ass. 85 mins ago, he was outed on national television because his dramatic boyfriend couldn’t handle seeing concealer on his freckles. 

The day had gone well for the first 45 minutes, until Shane had tripped over Ilya's stupid go bag lying in the hall. Next, he couldn’t find his game day Boston socks that he swore he had left on the dresser last night. But the dresser top was empty, and his spare pair was dirty.

Then, finally, Ilya Rozanov, the traitor, had stolen his last granola bar from his hand and distracted him with a kiss so possessive he had to sit down to calm down. At the same time, the goblin practically legged it out of the door, cackling with his prize and the last of Shane's sanity.

He really shouldn’t have been so distracted by the kiss; he blamed himself. But Ilya's mouth had been so forceful, and god Shane had felt the echoes of the previous night in those lips. The way Ilya had held his thighs open and left bruising kisses and bites along his groin and inner thighs. The way he had fingered him open for what felt like hours, thick fingers teasing and massaging his prostate until Shane was so close to the edge.

He had held Shane down while he begged to cum before filling him with his thick cock just as he finally came. Shane didn't even have the breath to scream before Ilya was yanking him back on his cock again and again. His hands were gripping Shane's hips as he pulled him half onto his lap. It wasn't the best angle as he was reduced to little more than a doll for Ilya, but he hadn't cared.

Ilya had fucked him through a second orgasm until Shane was shaking, whimpering and crying. He had passed out for a moment or two, enough time for Ilya to disappear and come back to guide him gently to the already running shower.

God, Shane loved his boyfriend; his hands were so gentle and warm. Ilya had washed the cum off and held Shane as he swayed, legs still shaky from the orgasms. He had changed the sheets while Shane sat on the toilet lid, brushing his teeth.

They cuddled the rest of the night, Ilya's hand cupping his chest and spooning him from behind. Shane felt safe and satisfied. It was the easiest sleep he had had for the last 3 months. The best sleep since the last time Ilya and he spent more than a few hours alone, if he admitted it, waking up to Ilya was perfect in every way.

Ilya had woken up first, which was unusual, but the result was waking up to tender kisses on his face, so Shane had no complaints at that point. He had even managed to get a morning yoga session, so he wasn't sore from the previous night, while Ilya cooked his ridiculous fry up. It had seemed like the perfect morning at that point. How mistaken he was about the rest of the morning. 

After the disaster of his morning routine being run through a wood chipper on a Boston game day of all days, Shane was furious. Ilya had gone, and the source of his irritation had vanished, but he wasn't satisfied. Ilya needed to pay this time. Punishing his boyfriend was not easy, and it required careful knowledge of his weaknesses—Shane himself, hockey, and cars.

Since targeting hockey was off the table, Shane wasn’t about to fuck with the game because he was pissed. That left two options: Ilya was in Montreal visiting, so none of his cars were here, so that was eliminated. That just left Shane himself. How was he going to punish Ilya with himself? With a heavy sigh, he rummaged through the fridge for something to eat, thinking.

No granola bars, no bananas and no protein pancakes. Shane really should have gone shopping before jumping on Ilya last night. He did not want to grab a fast food bagel before the game, but it was the only option left. Shutting the fridge door, grumbling at his stupidity, he caught his reflection in the shiny surface and paused.

His murder kitten look, as Ilya called it, was in full force, making his face red and his freckles stand out even more than usual, much to his irritation and Ilya's daily delight. But it did give him an idea.

He stared back at his reflection and grinned. He had concealer, which Rose had given him when he had a huge hickey on his neck before a game, and he had a need for revenge. A plan was in motion.

30 minutes and half a bottle of concealer later, he was ready to grab his stuff and go. He had Facetimed Rose once the makeup was done; her screech of joy was still echoing in his ears. He felt like his face was a clown show, but the freckles were gone. 

It was rather strange to look at his face; it looked as if something was missing, and his features just didn't look right without the freckles. Maybe his mother and Ilya had been right all along. 

Shane got in his car and headed to the arena; part one of the revenge was complete.

Chapter 2: The game part 1

Chapter Notes

Thank you so much for the amazing response to this.

There will be at least 2 more chapters, one being the social media chapter

There is more of the game in the next chapter, but I wanted to get this part out while I was still happy with it. Sorry for any mistakes, as usual its not beta'd

Edited - 20/04/26

When Shane got to the Bell Centre, the Boston team had already arrived, the team bus was empty, and the visitors' entrance was shut. He was unfortunately running later than he would have liked due to traffic, but that wasn’t going to ruin his day as he pushed through the player entrance, grinning like an idiot.

Being late meant he had apparently avoided all the paparazzi, and the fans had already been herded to the front; it was peaceful for once. The peace didn't last as he thrust open the locker room door; it was full when he entered, the team chatting loudly as they started to get dressed.

"Captaine", JJ yelled, turning to face him. "It is not like you to be so late."

Shane shoved his bag into his locker and started to pull off his suit jacket. "I know, I know," he said, sitting down and undoing the buttons on his shirt. "Rose called me. She wanted to gossip about her co-star. He’s been driving her round the bend. She wanted to rant… mostly."

Hayden's face was suddenly way too close to his on his right side. "Gossip? Tell me everything. Nothing will pass these lips," Shane just stared at him, telling him was as good as telling Jackie directly.

"Ok, maybe I would tell Jackie, but that's it. I promise," Hayden sheepishly added, pulling on his shoulder pads.

"We need gossip Captaine" JJ grinned from his other side, his fingers poking into Shane's ribs, almost tickling him.

He laughed, "You know I can’t tell you A-lister drama. Rose will never tell me anything again." She probably would if Shane asked, and especially about Adrian Dela Cruz; she hated him more than anything.

"Tell us something," one of the younger rookies begged as they fought with their jersey like a puppy, excited and eager to be involved.

He thought about it for a second, almost tempted to give something, while half the locker room stared at him, "Nope, now get your asses ready."

"Fuck you, Hollander."

"What a tease."

"Comes in late, and we have to rush."

Shane laughed as he pulled on his gear. Annoying his team and driving Ilya mad, today would definitely be better.

He was nearly done with his pads when he noticed Hayden staring at him with a weird look on his face. "Dude, where are your freckles?" he whispered. "Do you have make-up on?"

"Shut up", Shane hissed, "I was with someone this morning."

"Boston Lily, I’m guessing", Hayden grinned back. "It’s weird not to see them on your face, though. They are pretty much your trademark."

Shane rolled his eyes. While his freckles weren’t that big of a deal, he had to admit that no makeup artist had ever attempted to cover them up during a shoot. He often received compliments about them, and Ilya even called them "his little stars," although he mainly used that phrase when he was drunk and feeling clingy.

"Stop talking about my fucking freckles and get your skates on, idiot", he hissed again at Hayden before the rest of the team could hear that he was wearing makeup. He already got enough teasing whenever a new brand deal dropped; he didn’t need it before the game, even if it was his own fault.

He already had the nickname of 'Hollywood'; he dreaded to think what else the team could come up with for this. Hockey players could be dumb as hell sometimes, thanks to all the concussions, but they saved their brain cells for really funny and shitty nicknames.

"Hollander", he turned around to find Coach and a sound tech waiting by the door. "Jerry will be miccing you tonight as agreed. Don't forget the rules"

It was pointless to argue as the tech hurried in, bumbling through and almost knocking into JJ with a bag of equipment. In all the drama of this morning and the amazing sex the night before, he had completely forgotten he was going to be micced up for the game. Shane tried not to let the panic show on his face as he moved where the tech wanted him to. This revenge could turn into a huge fucking disaster.

When he finally got on the ice, he was a few pounds heavier. Shane felt calm for a moment; the sounds and smells always took him back to that first time he stepped into skates with his father at his back, guiding him, and his mother holding his hand. He belonged here just like Ilya did.

He managed to avoid his boyfriend throughout the later warm-ups, and he could tell the Russian was curious about why; they normally had at least one or two chirps in the centre of the ice during warm-ups, normally about Hayden or Marlow or the state of the defensive line in Toronto.

He couldn’t avoid Ilya for the first face-off, though, and that was when Shane really hoped his revenge and distraction would work. The last time they had faced Boston, it had been a 5-2 slaughter against Montreal. Ilya had scored 4 goals, and Shane had gotten both fucked off and fucked up after. He was looking forward to kicking Boston and Ilyas ass tonight.

Hayden gave him a head tap, as did JJ, as he approached centre ice for the face off. Ilya skated over, grinning like he had no worries at all, with a confident gait and a hockey stick over his shoulder. That was until Shane raised his face to him properly, and the light of the arena caught nothing. No freckles.

Ilya's face went pale, and his hazel eyes widened as he halted before the ref, stunned.

Shane bent over to start the face off, smirking, confident that he had thrown his boyfriend off his game enough that the first goal was 1000% his.

"Rozanov, are you joining us?" the ref spoke seconds later. Shane looked up. Ilya hadn’t moved; he was just staring, mouth open. "Rozanov, you good?" the ref asked again.

Ilya looked at him, then back at Shane. He looked like he had been smacked in the face by a puck, like his whole world was broken. Shane started to feel dread that maybe this revenge was not going to go as planned. And then Ilya opened his stupid mouth to not just him but everyone who was listening to the open mic.

"Hollander, why you look ugly today?" Shane heard Hayden choke on air behind him and saw Connors burst out laughing behind Ilya. The other players were just staring as Shane felt heat creep onto his cheeks. What was Ilya doing?

"Ugly?" he replied, standing up to look at the man in front of him.

He hadn’t been called that before and certainly not by his boyfriend. Shane was almost offended that he could be ugly. He used bloody expensive moisturiser for fucks sake, which is more than he could say for Ilya and his bar of face soap. He was also the face for numerous brands; ugly was the complete opposite of his brand model.

"Yes, Hollander", Ilya waved his hands around, gesturing at Shane’s face. He noticed that Ilya's stick must have dropped from his hands at some point "Who did this sin of putting goop over your pretty freckles. It is how you say……um…..travesty."

The laughter from Connors had stopped, and JJ had joined Hayden in choking.

"You look disgusting, like plain, boring man", Ilya continued to ramble, his accent getting thicker as he spoke. "You hate me, why do you cover them? Must fix now. Is offensive. Is cruel"

When he finally ran out of words and insults, Ilya looked at him one final time before turning and racing towards the Boston side of the bench, while Shane just blinked at the space where he was.

Ilya ignored the Boston players sitting on the bench, trying to get his attention. Ilya ignored Coach LeClaire, shouting and gesturing furiously at the ice. Even George, the Boston medic, tried to grab his arm, but it was quickly shaken off in favour of grabbing a water bottle, of all things.

Ilya skated back to the circle without his helmet, which he chucked at Marlow, who promptly dropped it in surprise. Shane was baffled and growing increasingly worried as he stared at Ilya. Maybe he shouldn't have done this. Ilya was becoming increasingly out of control.

"What are you doing, Rozanov?" The ref was trying to get some sort of order back to the game, and Shane was hoping desperately that, for once, Ilya would be reasonable and not chaos incarnate. He was, of course, wrong.

The grin was what should have warned him, fake and pained as it was. Shane heard the gasps before he felt the water hit his face. A half-filled bottle of lemon water was chucked straight up at his face underneath the visor. It went up his nose and in his eyes, and Shane was really done with the day now.

Opening his eyes, he spat out a bit of lemon between Ilyas's skates and glared directly at the source of his problem. He was soaked; the water was thankfully lukewarm, but he could still feel the jersey sticking to his now clammy skin where the pads didn't protect him. There were bits of lemon on his jersey and on the ice beneath him because, of course, Ilya had chucked everything, including the fruit canister, at Shane's face.

"What the fuck, Rozanov?" Shane yelled, his patience completely gone. "What possessed you to empty your fucking water bottle on my face?"

"I fix", Ilya smirked.

His team behind him didn’t know whether they should be fighting for their captain or not. Hayden was looking between them like a tennis match. The Raiders were looking at their captain like they had never seen him before. Marlow was on his knees, wheezing for breath like he had aged 40 years. Shane was tempted to ask if he was alright, but he had bigger problems than Marlows' inability to breathe properly right now.

His humiliation was not about to end as the chaos goblin named Ilya Rozanov grabbed his face with one meaty paw and yanked off his helmet with the other hand, chucking the helmet in Hayden's direction. Shane didn’t even have time to react before he was being manhandled again; this was becoming a very irritating pattern.

Ilya grabbed his face and started scrubbing it with the sleeve of his jersey. The soft fabric was bunching in Ilyas's fist, pulling it down from his shoulder as he scrubbed. Shane could have fought him off on any other day; he really was trying, but he was also trying not to be poked in the eye by a feral Ilya.

"You cannot look like this in-game; it is offensive to my eyes. I will be distracted by ugly face," Ilya said as he tried to remove the top layer of Shane's skin.

"I can look how I want to, fuck you", Shane yelled back defiantly, his hands flailing as he tried to pull away. Why was the Russian man so fucking strong today? He tried again to pull away from Ilya's hand; he didn’t even know if the water would remove the concealer. Was the concealer even waterproof? Would it even hold up against stubborn Russians with hockey jerseys as face cloths?

Shane couldn’t believe no one was intervening to stop this madness; he had no friends, boyfriends, or fans. They were all dead to him. At least no one was laughing. The Bell Centre was silent, apart from curses from the two players in the middle, battling over concealer and hidden freckles. He dreaded to think what the mic was picking up. What his parents were seeing on TV.

What felt like 10 minutes later, Shane was released from his nightmare, face red raw and apparently showing his freckles, if the satisfied grin from his boyfriend was anything to go on.

Shane now had a damp jersey, a new hatred for concealer and a reputation in ruins, but you know, it could have been worse.

"Much better, you look pretty now. Don’t hide your beautiful freckles мое солнышко", Ilya stroked the side of his face tenderly, his beautiful eyes staring down at him. Shane felt like he was going to have a stroke as the panic started to build in his chest.

Never mind, it was worse.

"Shane" Hayden screeched, "What the fuck is going on?" he had apparently gotten over his shock.

"Beautiful freckles", Marlow laughed breathlessly from the floor where he sat, his gloves and Ilya's helmet by his side "Are you hitting on fucking Hollander?"

"He called Hollander ‘my sunshine,'" Andropov said, having left his goal post "I think we are past hitting on."

"Explain Captaine?" JJ yelled from the bench where he was now leaning his weight, the rest of the Metros team wide eyed behind him.

The noise was getting louder as more and more of their teams started yelling or comparing notes. Even the ref who was next to them a moment ago had skated back to the other officials, and they were having a heated discussion, gesturing wildly towards the ice like it would give them answers

The commentators had started again, and the roar of the crowd on both sides was becoming white noise in his head. Shane was really going to need a dark room, a weighted blanket and fucking peace after this game, that was if he survived the rest of it.

Chapter 3: Ilya POV

Chapter Notes

Ok, Ao3 being down made me very very sad, and I was already inspired to do an Ilya POV, but it ended up being sadder than I thought.

Poor Ilya was suffering, but he got through it.

As always many many thanks for the hits. Genuinely, I have never had so much engagement on a fic of mine and it's been amazing. Like, I am so happy about the subs, the kudos, the comments, the bookmarks. It really has been fabulous. Thank you so much.

Edited - 20/04/26

Ilyas morning had been perfect; he woke up with an angel. Soft skin, beautiful freckles, dark hair tickling his nose and the body of a god. It was heaven; he never thought he would feel like this, for anyone. For years, the drinking and the puck bunnies had been like drugs that he couldn't stop taking; they kept him alive until he was with Shane.

He didn't even want to admit what he felt when he was with Shane; he didn't feel like he deserved it after all he had done, but Mama was watching over him, and she gave him the greatest gift he could ever get - Shane's love and adoration.

He always slept better when his lover was with him; his breathing was like a cat's purr, soothing. It calmed down the noise in Ilya's head. It calmed down the bad thoughts, the nightmares of his father and his brother screaming at him.

They were better together always. Shane used Ilya as a weighted blanket when he was anxious and needed to calm down, and Ilya used the sounds of Shane's breath to soothe his dark thoughts.

On bad nights when he dreamed of Mama dead, he played a recording of Shane sleeping next to him on his headphones. He shouldn’t have kept it, but Shane's face wasn’t in it, and it was just the sound of him breathing and his little huffing snores when he was deep asleep. It was better when they Facetimed and fell asleep, but they couldn’t always do that on road trips. The recording was sanity in the darkest of nights.

His Shane was still asleep, curled up in his arms. It was only 7am, a ridiculous time to wake up, but he loved the early morning cuddles, and he had worn his sunshine out the night before. Shane had cried and whimpered and begged, looking at Ilya like there was nothing in the world but him. It was intoxicating; a lesser man would have repented at the sight. He had felt like a god violating the most precious of angels.

They had cuddled after, Shane's muscles so relaxed and loose that he was like clay in his arms, melding into Ilya, his head tucked into Ilya's neck, his legs tangled like they were a set unable to be broken.

It was that memory that carried him through the day, the thought of getting back to the apartment and having Shane in his arms again after beating Montreal again.

Ilya was so happy and in his own dreamland of Shane that he coasted through warmups and getting ready. Boston hadn’t needed a huge pep talk before the ice; they were still riding high from a 4 game win streak and were energised as if it were already the playoffs.

Ilya was only a little confused when Shane didn’t approach him at warm ups. He liked to chirp with him, the teams knew they were friends now and beyond a few teething issues and one memorable fight between Hayden and St Simon of all people, they were all fine.

Shane was probably tired after the night before and maybe a little grumpy. Ilya had stolen the granola bar from him that morning, but Shane had more in the cupboard, and he was still hungry despite a large fry-up for breakfast. His boyfriend hadn't appreciated the smell or the grease, but he still made sure Ilya had the food he needed in the freezer.

Ilya grinned as he approached the face off, confident that, despite Shane’s thoughts, he had this face off in the bag. That was until Shane raised his beautiful face to stare at him, and everything stopped.

The freckles were gone. His stars were gone. This was punishment. Ilya couldn’t think what he had done to deserve this. Was he seeing someone else? No, Shane wouldn't cheat, but why would the stars be gone? Was he mad at Ilya? Was Shane breaking up with him?

No, that couldn’t be it, right?

Shane was wearing makeup. He never wore that unless he was on a shoot or campaign; he hated the texture. He said it made his face feel cakey and itchy. He never wore makeup on game day, let alone to a game.

Ilya knew Shane had no shoots today, and even then, he knew Yuna would never let them hide the freckles. She had told him in confidence that it was in the contracts never to hide the freckles. Yuna had not wanted Shane to be ashamed of them growing up, and she didn’t want an overexcited makeup artist to hide something that may give her son insecurities.

He stared at Shane, ignoring the ref, trying to get the day to make sense. Because why was the most precious thing on Shane’s face, apart from his eyes, gone? His gorgeous face was blank and boring, and it didn’t suit him.

He didn’t know how long he stood there. Someone was saying something, but Ilya couldn’t hear over the sheer panic in his head. He felt like screaming and throwing up, nausea churning his stomach. He looked at the ref, trying to understand. Couldn’t he see something was wrong? Ilya was crashing.

He would blame the shock on the words he put out next: "Hollander, why you look ugly today?" Ilya almost cried when he said it, especially since he didn’t want to insult his boyfriend. But it was like looking into the sun and seeing the moon instead. It was wrong. Shane looked so shocked, but Ilya just started to ramble.

"Yes, Hollander" He knew he was getting stressed now. Shane wasn’t listening, and the stupid makeup was still there. It was awful, and Shane didn’t look right. It was wrong.

"You look disgusting, like plain, boring man" He cringed at every word he said, but he just couldn’t stop them; his accent got thicker as he spoke.

"You hate me, why you cover them? Must fix now. Is offensive. Is cruel," Ilyas’ chest hurt. He never wanted to be like his father, who insulted his mother, but Shane didn’t look like his Shane and it hurt so much. The breath was fighting in his chest, and his ribs ached as if he had been slammed into the boards, but he had no bruises to show for it.

Shane looked like the nightmares he had when they weren’t together. When Ilya was still scared. Shane was never quite right in the dreams. There was always something off. Always enough for Ilya to tell, but it was always too late; he had to listen to the nasty words nightmare Shane said first.

Ilya needed to fix it; he needed to check. To make sure this wasn’t a nightmare, he hadn’t had one in months, but he couldn’t be sure. Last night and this morning had been so perfect, it couldn't have been his imagination. The world wasn’t that cruel, surely.

He stared at Shane one last time before rushing to the Boston bench. Surely there was something there to remove the makeup. He spotted the bottle of lemon water Shane had put in his bag this morning and grabbed it. It tasted nice, and he loved it when Shane took care of him by adding things to his bag. It made him feel loved; he didn’t have to give something first. Shane just gave.

The lemon water was the only thing Ilya cared about, not the hands trying to grab him, not the people shouting. They might be part of the nightmare too. They might turn into his father or worse, his mother. His helmet was thrown somewhere, like his gloves; he didn’t care where.

Ilya skated back and gave a shaky grin before throwing the water at nightmare Shane's face. Everything in the bottle went at him, not through him, though, so maybe it was real; he still had to check. Nightmare Shane was yelling, and Ilya said something back before grabbing him.

People were still making noise, but Ilya needed desperately to get the makeup off. He needed to check; he needed Shane to be real.

His voice was calm as he spoke to the nightmare, but it felt like he had no control over it. "You cannot look like this in game, it is offensive to my eyes. I will be distracted by ugly face." He felt wobbly, unsure, like something was crashing around him.

And then he saw it, the first freckle appeared, like a star. Ilyas chest ached, and he felt like he could cry and sing at the top of his lungs at the same time. It wasn’t a nightmare. Shane was real and here in his arms. He was angry and struggling, but he was here.

More freckles were appearing, and the makeup was slowly fading from Shane's face and spreading onto the sleeve of his white Boston jersey. He didn’t care about the stains; he would keep it forever as proof that the nightmares didn’t always win.

2 mins later, and every beautiful freckle was there. He released Shane and grinned even as his boyfriend scowled like an angry wet kitten. "Much better, you look pretty now. Don’t hide your beautiful freckles, мое солнышко" Ilya stroked the side of his face gently, aching to hold Shane in his arms again, aching to kiss him.

There was more noise in the background. He could hear both teams yelling back and forth and the crowds and the commentators, but as his eyes ran over Shane's face, Ilya couldn’t find it in him to care. He may have just outed them on national TV in fear of a waking nightmare, and Shane may be panicking, but they were alive and real and not dreaming. It wasn’t a bad day. It was a day, and they could get through this.

Ilya would beg on his knees later, worshipping Shane to make sure that no makeup ever touched those freckles again. He would apologise for anything he had done and fight anyone to make sure it never happened again.

He looked at his angel again, looked at the terrified face, and listened to the deafening noise around him. He could see Shane's shoulders coming up and the stress on his face, and maybe it was his fault, but he might as well go the whole way now. He leaned down and met hazel eyes before closing the gap and meeting Shane's lips.

The noise stopped. Shane's hands found his curls, and his mouth opened slightly. He didn’t care about anyone else but Shane, and showing him that it would be ok. That, yes, Ilya had made a mistake by accidentally outing them, and he was so sorry, but they were in this together. He wrapped his hands around that gorgeous waist, pulling Shane tight against his chest and just breathed in the lemon smell of Shane.

Chapter 4: The game part 2

Chapter Notes

Edited - 20/04/26

Ilya leant down, his lips coming closer, and what could Shane do but meet them. They were already half out anyway; they might as well kick the rest of the closet door open.

He wrapped his fingers in those beautiful blond curls and felt Ilya's hands pulling him by his waist into a strong chest. His lips opened slightly enough for the kiss to be deeper, more loving. It wasn’t the all consuming passion they had when reunited, but the slow burn of love and tenderness and familiarity.

Everything faded around them until it was just him and Ilya, kissing mid-ice. Shane felt the anxiety fade, his heart no longer making his chest ache as he let himself be kissed. Hopefully, they would cut the mic for this bit at least; he really didn't want his parents to hear them sucking face in full HD sound.

A few moments later, Ilya's lips moved from his. Shane wanted to chase them, but he resisted, only giving a small peck as they retreated.

He glanced around at the shocked faces surrounding them and smiled. A small part of Shane was satisfied, for years he had had to put up with so much thirsting over Ilya and people wanting him online and in person, even flirting directly in his face when they stood together. He could finally, finally, be as feral as he wanted and tell them to fuck off, politely, maybe. He could finally tell the world that Ilya was his fucking boyfriend and his alone.

Shane could be as possessive as he wanted, after all, not everyone could turn a manwhore extraordinaire into a puppy eager to please his boyfriend. Speaking of said puppy, Ilya was grinning madly at everyone and everything as if he had just won the Stanley Cup. Shane should really rein it in, but it was nice to see Ilya so happy, with such a beautiful smile. Though he could tell it was starting to freak people out, grumpy Russian was his persona after all. The world was not ready yet for fully in love puppy Ilya Rozanov.

Both of their teams looked the weirdest combination of confused, scared, and shocked. He wasn’t sure where the fear was coming from, but anything was better than yelling or slurs. At least 5 other players had joined Marlow on the ice and were sitting down, gloves and helmets a distant thought, hockey sticks were absent from many a hand as well. A glance at the bench showed JJ clutching his chest like a maiden and both coaches having a hissed conversation, waving at the ice.

He supposed they should probably address the issue before Ilya decided to do something even worse, like strip Shane's gear off on ice; he really wouldn’t put it past him. After all, it was one of Ilyas' ultimate fantasies to fuck in the middle of the rink. Shane needed to address the whole arena so they could put all the rumours to rest and quickly, before it escalated even more. Twitter was probably already on fire. Breaking out of Ilya's arms, he skated up to an official who looked adorably lost.

"Can I grab a microphone, please?" he asked politely.

"Eh, what?" the man replied, staring at him.

"A microphone," he repeated. "I want to address the crowds now, rather than everyone walking out with a ton of rumours"

"Sureeeee", the official replied, looking more baffled by the second. He waved to a runner and made a quick hand signal. "It will be here in a second. Just don’t swear." He looked at Shane like he had a thousand questions, opening his mouth a few times and then seeming to think the better of it.

The handheld mic was brought to Shane a moment later, and he motioned to Ilya to join him at the side of the rink.

"Hi, um… obviously you know me." There were a few titters from the crowd. "And you know the idiot at my side," Ilya grinned, waving at the crowd as they yelled in approval.

"So this isn’t exactly the way we planned to come out. But…. oh well." He laughed. "So the truth is, Ilya and I have been in a committed relationship for just over a year. Before that, we would meet up on and off whenever we saw each other during games; there was no cheating as we weren’t officially together. We first kissed in 2010, so Ilya has always been a part of my life, my whole career. There was no hatred even on the ice. We only wanted to beat each other."

Shane had probably given a little too much away, and his agent was definitely going to be calling him, but hopefully that would cover most of the questions people had. Ilya wrapped an arm around his waist, grounding him before he started to spiral.

"We play best against each other," Ilya spoke, taking the mic from Shane's shaking hands. "Hockey is important, but so is each other. Nothing I like more than seeing Shane on ice with me, even if in wrong colours and wrong side."

Shane elbowed him in the ribs hard. "I’m not playing for Boston. We've already discussed this," he argued. It wasn’t the first time Ilya had said that, but he was glad Ilya was trying to lighten the mood.

"You would look sexy in black and gold, though", Ilya shot back. "Boston fans agree, right?" The screams from the Boston fans nearly drowned out the loud boos from the Metro side.

"But in seriousness, we love each other, and we love hockey. Long distance is hard, but we make it work right now," Ilya said. "We do not know the future, but we know we will stay together. We are best together"

Shane wanted to kiss him on the ice again, but he resisted; the soppy look he shot Ilya was reflected at him. He loved Ilya so much. He leaned his head briefly on his shoulder and felt Ilya squeeze his waist through the pads, reassuring and grounding.

Shane stole back the mic. "Now, how about we play some hockey and thrash Boston?" He couldn’t let Ilya have the last word, especially not in the Bell Centre. The screams of the Metro fans echoed once again through the stadium, and there were cheers all around from the team while his boyfriend protested loudly. He turned to give the mic back to the runner and pushed towards the benches.

There was a 10 minute interlude while the ice was reset and the lemon bits were mopped up. Shane used that time to wipe his face properly, get a new jersey, and dodge most of his team's questions; he promised he would answer them all, mostly, later. He could see Ilya getting slaps on the back and laughing in the corner of his vision. For the first time, he had hope that this wouldn’t go badly.

Approaching once more for the face off, Shane grinned at Ilya, "Let’s make a bet, shall we?" Ilya grinned back at him, and he saw that spark of competition light up in his eyes. "First one to score gets to pick dinner", Shane challenged. They needed to make sure everyone understood that it was still a competition, no matter what.

"Vodka, steak, sushi, cake. I cannot pick, so exciting," Ilya laughed and practically shook with joy. He could hear the Raiders behind Ilya, throwing out wild suggestions like lobster and triple-decker burgers.

"If I win," Shane teased. "Then you are eating healthy…. Rozy."

They bent down, and the puck dropped. Shane snatched it from Ilya and raced towards Hayden and JJ, passing between them before he circled around St Simon and Connors.

"Marly", Ilya shouted, begging as he raced to catch up to Shane. "Marly, avenge me, I don't want to eat bird food tonight."

"Too late", Shane yelled as he skated past the last defender, who tried to smash him into the boards. Ilya made a last ditch attempt to catch up, and Shane felt his balance tilt and his ankle catch on something as the ice raced towards him, but it was too late; he had already slapped the puck past the goalie, top shelf. The joyful screams of the Metros fans roared through the arena as the announcers confirmed the goal.

Shane got to his knees on the ice and turned to find his unrepentant boyfriend lying behind him, sticking his tongue out at the goal. "You asshole, Ilya." He laughed as he helped him to his feet. "But I still win that one."

"Penalty 81, tripping", the ref yelled out. Ilya laughed all the way to the sin bin, pausing on the way to wave at the booing Montreal fans. 1-0 to Montreal.

Ilya spent his five minutes in the box pulling faces at the Metros who passed him, which was mostly the rookies while the lines changed out. Shane did take the opportunity to score again before he was back on the bench though, much to Ilyas's annoyance.

Once let out, it was another face off for Ilya against Hayden. Ilya won this time and proceeded to score and celebrate by doing the moonwalk in front of Hayden while he yelled at him, and Marlow giggled at Ilya’s side. 2-1 to Montreal

Shane hadn’t had this much fun in years on the ice; his whole team were clicking like never before. No slurs were being said and no hate shown from either side, just joy. Sure, Boston was peeved that Montreal was in the lead, but they wanted to win with their captain, not against him. Even the fans were being respectful. Shane hoped dearly this wasn’t a dream because he had never and could never imagine coming out to be this kind. Each shift on ice was as fun as the next, and he almost didn't want it to end.

The first period was over 10 minutes later with the score still in the Metros' favour. Before Shane could retreat to the locker room, he was grabbed by his boyfriend. "We will be ok, Shane," Ilya spoke quietly, taking the opportunity to kiss the side of his visor before letting him go and skating towards the boards.

The locker room was abuzz with noise when he walked in last. He didn’t have a second to appreciate it as Hayden and JJ immediately grabbed him in a soul-crushing hug, wrapping their arms around him and smothering him.

"You evil fucking bastard," Hayden said, laughing into his shoulder. "You put make-up on your freckles to fuck with him, didn’t you?"

"He wasn’t supposed to do that on ice", Shane protested loudly, trying and failing to once again get out of someone's grip.

"Captaine, you should know your boyfriend is feral", JJ laughed into his ear. "He does not have a filter, mon ami"
—--
"Yeah, yeah," Shane sighed as they let him go, "Should have fucking known." It was the last time he listened to his inner thoughts; they were too much like Ilya now.

"Can’t believe you managed to hide it from us all these years," Stevenstone said as he grabbed a drink. "How?"

Shane sat down on the bench, grabbing a towel to dry the sweat, "With great fucking difficulty. It was very casual until last year. We just hooked up whenever we were both in town."

Hayden looked more confused than ever "But what about Boston Lily? You were always meeting up with her and texting."

Shane hesitated; surely they weren't this dumb. Surely there was at least one brain cell between them all, but they were all waiting for his answer. "Ilya is Boston Lily", he said, raising his eyebrows at them.

You could have dropped a firework in the locker room, and it would have been quieter than the noise that exploded out from the team. Shane wished he had had the foresight to put on his headphones before stating that.

"Fucking what?"

"Oh god, we are so stupid"

Hayden grabbed his arm, his eyes wide. "Please don’t tell Jackie," he begged. "She will laugh and make me sleep on the fucking couch for being that idiotic." That was certainly true, but he wasn't going to hide it from Jackie; she would sniff out the lie and make them both play princesses with the twins. It wasn't worth the hassle to lie.

"Swear jar", he said to Hayden's wailing.

Comeau just looked at him from the opposite side of the locker room. "I need a drink. What the actual fuck, Hollzy? You and Rozanov." He shook his head and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. "I am never having peace at a team party again. The wags will love him, the kids will love him."

"How the fuck did Rozanov pull you?" Drapeau said in shock from where he leaned against his cubby.

Shane wanted to answer that, but it was too long, and he wasn't drunk enough to admit it yet. "Too long a story for intermission", he said, ignoring the whines and moans in response.

JJ interrupted the rest of the team as they processed the news, "You are happy though Shane?"

"Extremely happy, I love the chaotic gremlin." He replied, smiling at his best friend.

"Why wouldn’t he be happy? He’s caught a reformed manwhore. The sex must be fucking amazing." The whole room turned in shock as the youngest rookie grinned at them. Shane blushed; he had no words. It was fucking true, but out of the mouths of children.

"You are 12," Hayden looked horrified. "Shut the fuck up, Mikey"

"Hear, fucking here", the rest of the room echoed over the noise of Mikey complaining he was 18 and legal. Barely legal, Shane thought, the kid could drink but he was a bigger lightweight than Shane. Plus he had to be escorted around because he got lost half the time, rookies were like little toddlers running aroud and causing trouble.

When Coach Theriault came back 5 minutes later, the room was comfortable and calm. Shane wasn’t expecting Theriault to acknowledge the drama; he didn’t even know if he was homophobic. The man was old-fashioned and strict, but he kept his personal life quiet. He had assistants to handle everything but the hockey.

Theriault didn’t say anything at all, which could have been because of the smile on Shane's face or because no one was yelling; he didn't particularly care, not when he had his whole team at his back.

The briefing was quick. They were going to win or lose to Boston either way; it would always be a fight, no matter what, and he could properly panic later. He could also answer his phone later, maybe when it stopped sounding like a vibrator and more like a phone, it had been wrapped in the back of his cubby. He could still hear the soft, repetitive noise as it struggled to contain the sheer volume of the whole internet trying to tag, call, or message him.

Chapter End Notes

Thank you so much for the great response to this. Again, very much appreciated.
You may have to wait a couple of weeks for the next chapter though, as it's my Mum's birthday, Mother's Day in the UK, annual leave for me and I have an MOT.
I am BUSY
It will be up by the end of the month, though, promise. I should have some time to write while I wait for my car.

I did get inspired and wrote another ongoing multichaptered fic.

Boston pride to Boston home by Zaz14
If you like Boston Shane, check this one out - Shane is depressed, and Ilya won't let him give up. Shane will be transferring to Boston

Chapter 5: The internet reacts

Chapter Notes

Sorry this took me so long to update. I had a lot going on in my personal life, which I admittedly didn't handle very well, and yeah it was really not good and I was in a very bad place for a while. I also just lost focus on this story when I was inspired by new ideas. I was always going to finish it though.

I may add a final chapter in the future but I feel happy with the ending at the moment.
There are a few familiar names in the reactions; see if you can spot them all. I also had a lot of fun coming up with funny usernames.

I have edited the other chapters and it has just under 1500 words extra added into the story, I've fleshed out a few bits and made it flow better.
I've also added the bit where Shane was mic'd up. How else are the people on the internet going to know what happens lol. Can't do reaction if they can't hear it, I'm a numpty sometimes.

@hollaitshollzy
It’s Shane Hollander micced up tonight against Ilya Rozanov. This will not be boring, that's for sure

@Raiders4life
That's true, those two are still entertaining even after years

@rozisbest
What's funnier is that they never fight, but the games they play against each other are so entertaining.

@HotforHollzy
Does Hollander look different to anyone? I can’t put my finger on it

@hollaitshollzy
I know it's weird

@shanesfreckles
WHERE ARE HIS FRECKLES

@shaydenluv
WTF, they are gone

@hollashaneboo
Who would do such a thing

@notnewstoyou
Breaking news hollander has no freckles

@makeupbymaboobs
Find the make-up artist who did this and fire them

@shanessexyarch
Fucking travesty on my TV

@hollaitshollzy
I mean, he doesn’t look ugly, but it's like the Louvre without the Mona Lisa, FUCKING BORING.

@Hollanovtruther
I wonder how Roz is gonna take it

@makehockeygreatagain
I doubt he will even care. Stop pushing your RPF fantasies, you sick bitch

@Hollanovtruther
RUDE and get the F out of my profile if you don’t want to see it

@hockeyfan69
Is Hollander avoiding Rozanov? Normally, they are chirping at each other during warm-ups

@puckthatpuck
Yeah, it's weird

@Ididntchoosetheteam
Hollander, you are disappointing me. I wanna hear some chirps

@rozisoktoo
Maybe he was warned from last time

@admiralgirl45
Last time? What did I miss last time?

@boringhockeyisbesthockey
Nothing, it was tame as usual

@rozisoktoo
What one did you watch? It wasn’t fucking tame

@pikeybaby
Hollander did call Dallas twat a third-rate, useless bag of dicks

@wehatedallaskent
Rozanov called him a walking STD with a face that looked like a pile of dog shit

@admiralgirl45
WHAT, damn, I missed a good time

@raidersforlife
It was epic, they looked so satisfied with themselves, then Hayden Pike almost ruined it, and then made it better

@admiralgirl45
How did he do that

@jackiepikeisqueen
Lol, he skated up to Shane and reminded him the mic was on, and then called Kent the commissioner's little bitch

@admiralgirl45
PIKE said that

@raidersgirl
1000%, he said, "You can’t insult the commissioners, little bitch on open mic Shane"

@JJboo
It was carnage. JJ collapsed on the floor laughing. Marlow was high-fiving Pike, and Mitty laughed so hard he threw up over the boards. CHAOS

@pikeybaby
The game was delayed by like 15 minutes while they all calmed down and cleaned up

@raider&metrosorgyanyone
First time I have ever seen the Bears and Metros acting friends, and it was because they were insulting Dallas ew

@wehatedallaskent
They all had to apologise, though. Roz's apology was basically ‘I’m sorry you are ugly, plastic surgery is available in many places, STD tests are free, I’m sure you aren’t diseased though’

@admiralgirl45
Fucking legend

@makehockeygreatagain
Finally, the first face off

@rozsnextwife
Um, what's Rozzy doing

@ilya81isking
Did Roz forget how to play

@shanessexyarch
HOLY FUCK, he called Hollander ugly

@HotforHollzy
NOOOOOOOOO, someone shut him up

@raidersgirl
No, let him cook bitch

@HotforHollzy
HOLLANDER ISN'T UGLY

@raidersgirl
I KNOW, I WANT TO SEE WHAT HE SAYS NEXT

@hollashaneboo
ARE PEOPLE SEEING THIS

@shanesfreckles
I am, I am not processing though

@shanesfreckles
He called Shane’s freckles pretty. Is this what a heart attack feels like, because damn

@rozisbest
He ain’t wrong BUT ITS NOT THE TIME

@milfisyunahollander
Someone stop Rozanov before Yuna Hollander finds him and kills him for insulting her son.

@hockeyfan69
I feel like I'm watching a crime drama about to happen. What's Roz doing

@hockeybabe
Looks like he is having a breakdown mid ice, he is crashing out.

@Alphaman69
Like, what is this pussy shit? Get back to my hockey Rozanov.

@girlsgametoo
He is skating to the bench. What is going on?

@metros4eva
I can't look away, but someone please help him

@raidersmarlys
He is ignoring everyone

@nurseclara
Even the medic can't get through to him, I think he needs an urgent psychiatric evaluation. They should get his teammates to escort him off the ice. 

@nurseclara
I have a private practice with very good availability and great prices. We could certainly do an intake for him. Does anyone know how to contact the Raiders management urgently 

@metros4eva
Get the fuck out of here with your peddling. You are sick in the head. 

@LARASbabysitting
Stupid babysitting duties, I should have gotten tickets to the game. This is the best entertainment ever. I really hate children

@MrsMorrison
Good to know dear. I think I'll remove my Freddie from your services. 

@LARASbabysitting
Fuck no. I love kids. Wrong account. 

@LARASbabysitting
Sod it. OnlyFans is it. Why the hell is college and living so expensive

@hollashaneboo
OH MY FUCKING GOD. water on face. no words. RHDn;ofqboirb foebr oiub3fe w

@hockeynews
Am I in the matrix

@hockeynews
Like, sorry to swear people, but um, Shane Hollander has just had lemon water thrown on him by Ilya Rozanov

@hockeynews
In all my years reporting hockey news on the bird app, I have never been so shocked.

@marlygirl
Someone needs to get Marlow an inhaler or an ambulance. Is he even breathing anymore lol?

@raiderboo
I mean, I'm relating hard here, I too would be wheezing on my knees if I were seeing this live. I'm barely conscious here.

@puckylucky
What the fuck am I watching?

@makeupbymaboobs
Is he trying to remove Shane's makeup with his jersey and lemon water

@makeupsallyB
Speaking as a makeup artist, thats not particularly how I would do it with my clients

@Hellsbellsstudio
I would if they were a Karen and I didn't want them back. 

@nhlgirly
Hollander is gonna smell of lemon for the rest of the fucking game

@shanetits
I volunteer to lick it off him

@rozwashere
I think Rozanov is gonna do that later, no way this is platonic

@shanetits
A horny femboy can dream

@rozzyyyyy
Keep dreaming, boo. Hollander is definitely taken by a hot, sexy Russian.

@shaneyyyyyyyy
How long is this going to last?

@makeupsallyB
I mean, it seems like a decent amount of concealer on his freckles. The lemon water seems to be doing a great job, though. I'm actually impressed

@MetroN1fan
Keep fighting, Shane. Don't let that foul russian prick win

@metrobestfan
Sure, ignore the elephant in the room, you are delulu

@shaydenfan
I mean, I'm a Shayden shipper personally, and even I'm going to admit that something is going on between Rozanov and Hollander. This crash-out is saying things.

@antishayden
Finally, a Shayden with a brain

@shaydenfan
Thank you, I use it to find thirst traps primarily, but I will pause for hockey analysis

@shaydenfan
Hit me up for stats of Hayden and Shane, my babes. I have spreadsheets

@24+81
I will absolutely be doing that. I'm so shocked at a nice, sane Shayden fan.

@shaydenfan
I promise there are loads of us who are normal. Just stay away from the Shayden Uber fan club and the Shayden theories areas. Those are the really mad ones, talking about dolls and fake marriages and shit.

@35+24
Yeah, most of us are normal, I promise. We just wanna see Hayden and Shane all close and such

@35+24
MAKE UP GATE IS OVER NOW

@metrobestfan
I'M BACK BITCHES. I'M SAT WAITING

@Hollanov4life
Help, I need a russian translator

@Hollanov4life
Will offer firstborn for translation or feet pics

@steponmemommy
I'll pay you for the latter beautiful

@Hollanov4life
Ewwww no, go away. RUSSIAN PLEASE

@raider&metrosorgyanyone
We need a russian translator immediately. What did he say? Don't let me down, Twitter

@SvetlanaV
My Sunshine

@raiders4eva
Thank you, Queen.

@RoseLandry ✔
Aww, that's so sweet

@Hollanov4life
This day is the craziest day of my life. Ilya Rozanov owes me therapy. Rose Landry is on the Hollanov Twitter. Am I dreaming or high?

@SvetlanaV
Ilyusha owes me good Vodka.

@shanetits
The metros and raiders seem to be reacting well, if shocked

@metrofan22
I'm so happy about that. They really deserve to have support in their corner

@raidersfan22
I would immediately stop following the raiders if they were dickheads about them. This isn't the dark ages, and love is love

@BibleJen
They should not be promoting this kind of perversion

@24+81
I'll believe you bitch, if you can tell me who they are, what the teams' names are and what the game is

@BibleJen
None of that matters at all. God's word is law, and this perversion should not be shown to children

@shanetits
And blocked. Damn, the homophobes have been all over Twitter this last month, and I've never been more thankful for the block button.

@admiralgirl45
Wow, wow, um, that is fucking hot.

@hollanovaaaaa
I'm not crying; there is liquid on my face

@sexyroz
There is liquid somewhere, spoiler - it's not my face

@nhlgirly
There is liquid on my face, but it's drool.

@hollanovfanclub
There is art on my TV right now. ART.

@Shanesfreckles
I have a second screen, and I am recording and giffing as we speak

@hollanov4eva
Me too, my friend is at the game and has been screaming through texts the whole time

@hollanovfanclub
So jealous

@hollanov4eva
Same, but she is in the front row by the benches. She has a perfect view

@hollanovfanclub
OMG, that's amazing.

@hollanov4eva
I know, right? She is giving me live updates, and her sisters are recording and photographing the whole thing.

@hollanovfanclub
Send us everything you have, I'll DM you and give credit. We need to be on top of this before all the new Hollanov fans come in

@Shanesfreckles
Hollanov fans unite

@pikeybaby
They are grinning like idiots, and I am so here for it. So bloody sweet

@JJboo
Ok, this is cute as fuck, and everyone there is being so nice. Please, I need to stop crying. My family is asking what's wrong with me

@helpI'mahockeyfan
My family is crying with me. We are 2 lesbians though

@ilya81isking
Ok. I'm gonna need a timeline.

@Hollanovfans
We are working on it. We have multiple versions of a timeline, but we didn't exactly see this coming.

@ChantelleK
Ok, I fucked Roz once, and the man is a beast. Never had anyone so good since. He and Hollander can absolutely take me to Paris. I would be totally up for round 2. But also, like, they seem so, so cute together.

@kimLes
I'm also a previous hookup of Roz, but damn, I wouldn't want to get in the middle of them. I would be watching in the corner like a creeper, though

@81foreva
I second being in the corner. It would be the hottest night of my life. Would sell a kidney, my car, and whatever else they wanted to glimpse it

@makehockeygreatagain
Freaks

@kimLes
Not the maga dicksucker telling us what to do. Sod off boo. Go drool on your tangerine friend

@ChantelleK
Ok damn, we need to be friends, that was beautiful.

@LucaHaas
This is the best day of my life

@SofiaHaas
Your crush is showing brother

@LucaHaas
Shut up. I'm going to the NHL next year. Don't make me block you

@SofiaHaas
Aww, little brother, you can meet your hockey idols.

@hockeynews
Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov have kissed each other mid ice. That is a sentence I never thought I would report

@hockeynews
Hollander is approaching the officials. It's unclear what's on his mind, and at this point, I don't think any of us could guess

@hockeynews
A mic has been brought down and handed to Hollander. We will provide a video of this later. Please bear with us while we document this speech.

@hollaitshollzy
'Obviously you know me' Don't ever change Shane Hollander, such a cutiepie

@puckylucky
THEY HAVE BEEN DATING A YEAR

@Hollanovtruther
KISSED IN 2010
I'M DYING

@hollanovfan
My timeline didn't go this far back

@wasianshane
Mine did, but even I thought I was crazy

@rozisoktoo
WAIT, the CCM commercial

@Hollanovtruther
Fuck off, nooooo
I'm writing the fanfic.
I'm writing it now

@HotforHollzy
HOOKING UP, the rivals were hooking up, possibly since 2010

@shaneyyyyyyyy
HOLY FUCK.

@rozisbest
Um um ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Am I alive
IS THIS REAL

@makehockeygreatagain
This is disgusting; they should be benched. Probably fixing games

@admiralgirl45
Dude, are you accusing the two best players in the league of throwing games

@boringhockeyisbesthockey
Even I will admit that, as much as I dislike Rozanov, this is categorically untrue

@puckoff
Go choke on a puck mate, idiot. Neither of them would throw games, and oh look, they just said that too

@Hockeystatgirl
I can and will provide statistical evidence that they play the best hockey against each other. Don't threaten me with a fun time.

@shaydenfan
I will also do that if threatened. They are the best players in the league for a reason.

@raiderqueen
Did Roz just imply he had tried to poach Hollander

@bostonbestie
Oh, that would be so sick

@metrobestie
Yeah, no, that's not happening. We will fight you for him.

@24+81
They love each other, that's so cute.

@makehockeygreatagain
Finally back to the game

@hockeynews
And the live feed has been lost

@hockeynews
Possibly technical difficulties or maybe something else

@NHL
We apologise for the technical difficulties. Please bear with us while we reset the ice in today's Boston and Montreal game. There will be a 10 minute interlude

@NHL
We understand fans may be a little excited with the news, but please remain respectful. Love is love

@NHL
We would also like to congratulate Metro Captain Shane Hollander and Boston Captain Ilya Rozanov on their relationship.

@hockeyhoe
Has anyone checked on the Hollanov freaks while we wait

@Hollanovtruther
First of all fuck you for calling us freaks

@Hollanovtruther
Second, we were correct, so fuck you again.

@Hollanov4life
I AM LIVING, I HAVE ASCENDED. WE WERE RIGHT ALL THIS TIME

@shanesisrozs
I will be telling my future generations that I was on the right side of the ship war

@shanessexyarch
Like, I’m sorry I doubted you because damnnnnnnnnn

@raidersgirl
I would like to apologise to all the Hollanov peeps. Please let me join the club. I have absorbed the Kool-Aid

@hollanovfanclub
Welcome, welcome inside, you will find thirst traps and fanfics

@wehatedallaskent
The Hollanov fics on Ao3 are popping off; there have been 75 in the last 30 mins.

@shanesdrunktwitterrantisreal
The game isn’t even over yet

@Hollanov4life
Never underestimate us

@shanesisrozs
What, like it's hard, I can type and watch the game bitches

@raider&metrosorgyanyone
I would like to apologise to my family and friends, I will be the most unavailable bitch for the next 7-10 working days while I process this

@Hollanovtruther
I’ve already told them they will have to live without me for the next month, I’m disappearing mentally lol.

@RoseLandry ✔
I would like to issue an apology to Ilya Rozanov. I may have given Shane a link and tutorial on how to cover up his freckles.
In my defence. It was his idea.
I was just helping him as a good friend.
You may have pissed him off this morning enough for him to plot revenge.

@hollaitshollanov
WTF DID I MISS? I WAS AT A DENTIST APPOINTMENT. HOLLANOV IS REAL. WTF.

@shanesisrozs
You missed everything babe.

Chapter End Notes

If you liked this I do have a few other newer HR fics and another nice metros one.

Shanes drunk twitter rant
Shane and Ilya broke up one night, they were both tired and missed each other. They argued and Ilya told Shane to just fucking leave
Shane leaves, goes back to Montreal. He spirals, gets trashed and goes on an epic Twitter rant.
Except Ilya didn't mean a break up break up and oh dear, Shane has just outed himself and gone viral.