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How About that Other Team? by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-08-01
Boston, while they usually draft players they know to be aggressive, see Shane Hollander, classically Canadian, composed, and calculating, and realize they have an opportunity. Not to reform their image necessarily, but to put out the narrative of a better influence. No one expects Shane Hollander to snarky, suave, and all together trouble for the league.
Montreal sees Ilya Rozanov for exactly what he is, brutal, talented, and masculine. He’s the leadership the Voyagers need, he’s tough on his teammates, on himself, and he doesn’t take shit from anybody. However, he’s too quiet off the ice, and it’s unsettling. He’s everything and nothing they thought he would be.
- Part 4 of heated rivalry fics
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- English
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- 57,882
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- 9/9
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #83305816
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“You’re a fucking degenerate, just like your uncle! Get out of my house!”
Yulya Rozanova has nothing left after her father kicks her out when he finds some pictures of Yulya kissing a girl, just a bit of cash and a slip of paper with an address in Canada on it.
Maybe it's time to find her uncle.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,248
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #82621141
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"What happened?"
Ilya swallowed hard, his mouth dry as paper.
"Alexei and Zarina..." He started, and the words felt strange, distant, as if they belonged to someone else's life. "...got into a car accident."
He felt Shane's hands lightly squeeze his waist, his husband's body tensing behind him. He turned around to face him and saw the shock in the brown eyes, the slow, terrible realization of what that could mean.
"Zarina died on the spot," Ilya continued, his voice monotonous, numb. "Alexei was severely injured. He's in a coma."
"And?" Shane asked, but Ilya knew he was already connecting the dots. He knew the family history, he knew Polina, he knew enough to see where this was going. "What about your nieces?"
"That's exactly why Sasha called me." Ilya ran his tongue over his chapped lips. "Polina, my dad's widow, would never take on that responsibility. She's always hated the girls, always treated them like a burden. And I..." His voice cracked for a second. "I'm the closest relative. The only one left."
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- English
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- 116,269
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- 12/12
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79881471
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“I do sometimes still think about how my life would have been if I never got injured,” Shane started to whisper. Ilya looked at him, he was focused on the ceiling. He grabbed his hand and placed it over his own chest. “But, you know, I’m glad that it led me here. To you,” the fondness that laced his tone opened Ilya in half. Ilya laid on his side, so he could contemplate him better. The sigh of Shane naked, only with the light sheet covering little of his modesty had something divine about it. “Maybe we could have met either way.” AU where neither of them play professional hockey but they make their way to each other eventually (Kids' coach shane and uncle ilya fall in love one practice at a time -and gay bar flirting-)
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 8,964
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77411966