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“Il—y-ah!” Ilya let out a soft chuckle. “I know,” Ilya breathed. “Come for me, Hollander. Be a good boy and come.” Shane’s eyes rolled back at the words, lashes fluttering. His entire body went rigid for a moment—then his orgasm hit like a fucking tidal wave. The suite was dark except for the faint glow of the city through the half-drawn curtains. They’d been at it for hours—at least that’s what Shane thinks, he couldn’t tell at this point. It began as slow, deliberate teasing that had started in the shower after the game and eventually migrated to the king-sized bed. Ilya had taken his time, working Shane open with his fingers and tongue until Shane was a begging, writhing mess. He’d already come three times—once on Ilya’s tongue, once riding three of Ilya’s fingers, and once just from Ilya stroking him slow and merciless while whispering filthy praise in his ear. Each orgasm had left Shane more sensitive, more undone, until he was trembling all over, skin flushed hot, cock half-hard again and leaking like a faucet, despite how spent he felt. Now Shane was on his back in the middle of the bed, legs spread wide, knees bent and hooked over Ilya’s hips. Sweat cooled on his chest; his hair stuck to his forehead. He was breathing fast, little hitched breaths, eyes glassy and fixed on Ilya like he was both terrified and desperate for what came next. Ilya knelt between his thighs, stroking himself slowly, slick with lube and Shane’s earlier release. He leaned down, braced one hand beside Shane’s head, and brushed a thumb across Shane’s wet lower lip. “You sure?” Ilya asked, voice low and rough, but gentle. “You’re already shaking, malysh. We can stop.” Shane shook his head immediately, eyes going wide and even more glassy as if he were about to cry, which, he probably was. “No—no, please. Want you inside me. Need it.” He whined with the most adorable pout playing on his bottom lip. Ilya’s jaw flexed. He could see how close to the edge Shane already was—how every touch made him flinch and gasp, how his thighs trembled against Ilya’s sides. But the plea in Shane’s voice was unmistakable. “Okay,” Ilya murmured. He lined himself up carefully, nudging just the head in. “Breathe for me. Slow.” Shane tried. He really did. But the second Ilya started pushing in—slow, relentless pressure— Shane’s whole body jerked. A broken whine tore out of him, high and overwhelmed. His hands flew to Ilya’s shoulders, nails digging in hard. “Fuck—” “I know,” Ilya soothed, stopping halfway, letting Shane adjust. “I know it’s a lot. You’re doing so good for me.. Just breathe.” Shane’s legs shook harder, heels digging into the mattress. Tears slipped down his temples into his hair. He squirmed, hips twitching like he couldn’t decide whether to push down or pull away. “Ilya—” “Shh. Look at me.” Ilya waited until Shane’s watery eyes met his. “If you need to stop, just tell me, Shane. You’re doing so good.” Shane nodded frantically, another tear falling. “Want it. Please move.” Ilya did—slow, careful thrusts at first, sinking deeper inch by inch until he was fully seated. Shane’s back arched off the bed instantly, mouth open on a silent cry. His whole body trembled violently, thighs clamping around Ilya’s hips. “Fuck—fuck—Ilya—” “There you go,” Ilya whispered, starting a gentle rhythm. “Such a good boy..” Shane whined so loud at that Ilya thought he was going to have to put his hand over his mouth. Every drag of Ilya’s cock over his oversensitive prostate made Shane sob dryly. He couldn’t stop moving—hips rolling, back bowing, hands scrabbling at Ilya’s back like he was trying to anchor himself. Tears streamed freely now, not from pain but from pure overload. “OhmyfuckingGod,” Shane choked out all in one breath, voice cracking. “Can’t—Ilya—“ “You can,” Ilya said firmly, keeping his pace steady, deep but not fast. He leaned down closer, forehead pressed to Shane’s. “Sound so good for me, дорогой. Such a good boy for me..” “Nnngh..” Was the only response Shane could give as his cheeks flushed the prettiest shade of pink as drool slipped out of the corner of his mouth. Shane’s legs wrapped tighter around Ilya’s waist, heels digging into the small of his back as if trying to pull him deeper even while his body tried to squirm away from the intensity. His cock—hard as can be with the head being dark red and wet—leaked steadily against his stomach, untouched. “Il—y-ah!” Ilya let out a soft chuckle. “I know,” Ilya breathed. “Come for me, Hollander. Be a good boy and come.” Shane’s eyes rolled back at the words, lashes fluttering. His entire body went rigid for a moment—then his orgasm hit like a fucking tidal wave. His entire body convulsed—violent, full-body shudders that made the bed creak. Ilya wrapped both arms around him—one tight across his back, the other sliding up to cradle the back of Shane’s head. He pulled Shane’s face down into the curve of his shoulder, tucking him close to hold him through it because he knew Shane would be absolutely spent after. His back arched impossibly under Ilya’s weight, hips grinding helplessly as wave after wave tore through him. Muffled, wrecked sobs vibrated against Ilya’s neck. His eyes rolled back again, fluttering shut, breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
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5 times Ilya Rozanov ruined his Shane Hollander’s “good boy” image & the 1 time he does it himself.
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Centaur WAGs Chat by yourlocalgarbagebag
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-02
Ilya gives away “Jane’s” number for the Centaur WAGs group chat. Inspired by please leave a message by subcorax Upon Ilya’s signing with the Centaurs, the first order of business to attend to was the WAGs group chat. “Do you have anyone that you might want to include? I can send her number over to my wife, Cassie.” Boodram explained. Ilya couldn’t help the smirk that crossed over his face in that moment. “Yes. There is someone…” ••• Cassie added ###-###-####. Cassie: Hey everyone! This is Jane. She’s Ilya Rozanov’s WAG? Cassie: Sorry. Zane didn’t really specify what the situation was with you two, but apparently Ilya said it was okay to add you here? Shane was going to kill Ilya later. Staring at the open “Centaur WAGs” chat, he wasn’t even sure what to say in this situation. The truth? Jane: Ilya and I have been dating for a while, but we’ve been a thing for much longer. Jane: He gave you my number to add here? Cassie: Well, he gave it to my husband so that he could give it to me, but yes! Welcome! No matter the situation, we’re excited to have you. Lisa: Hi Jane!! I’m Lisa, Wyatt Hayes’s wife. It’s nice to meet you! Caitlin: Glad to have you! I’m Evan Dykstra’s wife, Caitlin. Selena: I’m Selena— Nick Chouinard’s wife. It’s so exciting to have someone new! You’re with a good bunch. Promise. The whole thing was interesting. He appreciated the added outlet— in the least— considering how Hayden had little interest in speaking about the intricacies of his relationship, and how Rose was usually too busy to talk much. Maybe it had been done with the intent of getting on his nerves, but perhaps Ilya had done him a favor, after all. Jane: It’s great you meet you all. A WAGs chat will be a new experience for me. Shane wouldn’t tell them that that was because he was usually the player over the partner. Of course, he also wouldn’t mention that he was neither a “wife” nor “girlfriend.” Cassie: Most of the time, we just talk about the boys and what our lives are like as their partners. It can be stressful, can’t it? Hopefully, we can provide you a good space to open up and release that stress! That was easy enough. Shane was often stressed out by how little he and Ilya’s schedules overlapped throughout the season— although, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat guilty as a contributor to the problem. A part of him felt as if he was out of his element, so he decided to text an expert in the subject. Shane: Ilya had me added to the Centaur WAGs group chat. What do I do? Jackie: He did??!!! Jackie: I thought you guys were still keeping things under wraps! Shane: He introduced me as “Jane.” It’s the name he has for me in his phone, since we have to be careful about who we’re caught texting and calling. Jackie: Hm. Okay. Jackie: Well, just play it cool! The girls will probably talk about hockey and the boys and their own experiences as WAGs. Do your best to contribute, and don’t be afraid to have fun! I love the MTL WAG chat. It can be a super fun community! Jackie: Put yourself out there, Shane. This will be good for you! How often do you get to talk about you and Ilya as a couple? Jackie was right, just as she always was. His attention was captured by another notification from the Centaur WAGs chat. Lisa: How do you feel about Ilya’s transfer to Ottawa, Jane? Lisa: I know there’s certainly a lot of discourse about it online. People saying he’s throwing his career away. Do you have any thoughts? Caitlin: OMG YES!!! Do you happen to know why he transferred? We’ve been theorizing, but we haven’t reached a conclusion yet! Just like that, he’d been accepted into the conversation. Shane considered his answers, debating whether or not to act on the side of caution before ultimately going for it.
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Ilya Rozanov's 2017 Dating Wrapped by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-02
Ilya Rozanov has shared a file with you: Sex_statistics_presentation_2017.ppt
(or: Ilya drops a bunch of hints about his love life to his teammates. They do not pick up on them)
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setting in a honeymoon by unearthedlove
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-01
Ilya brings out two pairs of wings and says he wants them to dress up as the main characters from Ember & Ice. “You want us to dress up as who from what?” “Dane and Finn. They are sexy fairies from sexy book called Ember & Ice.” (Or: Shane and Ilya make a bet to decide who will pick their Halloween costume. It ends with interesting results.)
- Part 5 of future hollanov fics
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“Once upon a time,” Ilya couldn’t believe he was actually doing this, “an old man and his wife had no bread. They scraped the last flour from the corners of their house and made a round bun. And they called him Kolobok.” “Kolo—” “Ko-lo-bok,” Ilya repeated. “It sounds cute,” Shane said. “Can I call you that?” “Only after I retire and gain weight,” Ilya said.
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When The Ice Breaks by LeviosaWitch
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
Shane hides a career ending injury from Ilya for months, terrified of disappointment and loss. When his body gives out, so does his carefully constructed facade. or Shane is stubborn and doesn't want Ilya to worry.
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An angry Montreal fan corners Shane at a bar after the events of the Long Game. Protective Ilya, and mild J.J bashing cause fuck that guy
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Ilya knocks once. An innocent light, almost polite one. There are parties Shane could be at. Teammates, friends, noise. Ilya has just left a great one himself. Irish-exited the club, ditched half his team, taken a reckless cab ride across the city just so he could see Shane Hollander. or, Ilya plays Shane on NYE
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When Two Becomes Three (?) by orphan_account
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-01
Shane Hollander has spent his entire life running from his designation and hoping that people wouldn't find out that he was an omega. Until Ilya Rozanov came along and showed him that it was okay to be an omega in the league. After all, he did win three cups as an omega captain of the Montreal Voyageurs. Now he is the Alternate Captain of the Ottawa Centaurs and has just completed a three-peat alongside his husband and their close friends, and is living as an omega who (thankfully) doesn't have to hide behind scent blockers anymore. He has everything a man could ever want. A loving spouse, a cute dog, two amazing parents, friends who would support you through anything, and a community of supportive allies. He has everything...except for a child. Will he be able to carry a child, or will the toll that hockey has taken on his body catch up to the thirty-four-year-old and prevent him from ever giving Ilya a mini-Hollonov to run around their house?
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Ilya Rozanov is not okay, and he’s been hiding it for too long. One night in May changes everything and Shane is forced to face the cost of loving someone who is hurting. Luckily Hayden and his mom help him along the way. Or Ilya Rozanov tries to kill himself
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Shane Hollander learns Russian in secret, eventually it’s not a secret anymore. Shane Hollander was anything but a slacker. He took everything in his life seriously. He woke up at 5am for his morning run, then he’d spend half an hour in his home gym before showering, eating a well balanced breakfast, and heading to the rink for whatever the team had planned that day. He took his routine seriously, and in turn, everything else seemed to fall into place. He was fast, on his feet and on the ice. He was strong, to the point where he could effortlessly pin some of the biggest guys in the league to the boards and slip the puck off their stick and onto his own. He even managed to finish his daily sudoku in about 5 minutes every day. He took to French like a fish took to water, that’s why he was so frustrated when he first started picking up phrases in Russian. He couldn’t manage to wrap his mind around the language at first, couldn’t make his mouth move correctly to get it just right. He spent hours staring at himself in the mirror trying to find the right way to move his mouth for different words, recording his own attempts and comparing it to the audio guide on the app he’d downloaded. He’s not sure why he started learning Russian, maybe it was to get an edge over Rozanov, to know what he would mutter on the ice, or whisper against his neck as he pushed inside of him. Or maybe it was because he had two teammates who spoke Russian and he was the captain, he couldn’t have his teammates feeling ostracized, could he? (They had little to nothing to do with his decision, but he refuses to acknowledge that). He had come a far way from where he was the first year, where he used to stumble and trip over the pronunciations, he now glided through them perfectly, at least that’s what the teacher he had hired around year 2 said. He felt confident he could carry conversations now, banter back and forth with his friends. He doesn’t know for sure, because the only person on the planet that knows about his Russian hobby is his teacher, Tonya. They had just finished their session for this week, he always felt strange after a session, a weird ball of guilt and shame welling up in the pit of his stomach he didn’t fully understand. It might have something to do with the Russian currently texting him, but he tried to block that out. Lily: Are your legs still shaking from last time? You skate like baby deer tonight. He rolled his eyes before typing his response Jane: Fuck yourself, I was skating fine. He was, it wasn’t his best night, and it pains him to admit it, but he’ll play better on Friday and that’s all that matters. He still scored a goal and got an assist. Lily: You will be shaking again in a week, yes? ;) Jane: Someone’s full of themselves. And he knew the second he sent it, he had walked right into a trap, he expected the response before he got it Lily: You can be full of me too. Shane turned his phone off and felt the flush creep up his cheeks. He should be used to the comments by now, but he’s not. And it’s only gotten worse since he’s started learning the others native tongue. All the whispered comments he makes, the words grazing his skin as he takes him apart. Sometimes he feels guilty for not telling him he knows what he’s saying, and then Rozanov calls him beautiful again and his brain shuts off. Before he’d thought whatever he was saying would be dirty, so filthy that Shane wouldn’t even want to know, and there are plenty of dirty things that have tumbled out in Russian, but mostly it’s soft praise ‘you’re so gorgeous’, ‘your little noises are beautiful’, ‘my pretty boy’. It might be one of the reasons he still refuses to tell him he knows, because what if he stops saying them? He puts all his things back where they belong, his Russian language book goes back in the bottom drawer, stuffed under two hockey biographies he knows nobody will care to read if they end up snooping, and his notebook filled with phrases, tips and notes gets put back in a bag that sits on the floor beside his desk, filled with random papers and forms. As he walks around his house that evening he’s practicing what they had went over in his lesson, wrapping his tongue around the words until they feel perfect before moving on to the next. Maybe he’ll finally work up the courage to tell his Russian teammates soon, then they could talk to him without trying to grasp the correct words after a particularly hard game, or a gruelling workout. Probably not, but it would be nice. ==== He was making an early lunch for himself before an afternoon practice when he stubbed his toe on the island, it happened without him even noticing at first. He had been going over some of his notes, and was practicing a few phrases he had heard in a post game interview with a Russian goalie on Washington’s team. So it wasn’t that surprising when he muttered a quiet “fuck” in Russian. He was actually a little proud, curse words had been one of the first things he learned, before he fully committed to his secret lessons, he would listen to certain words Rozanov would say, wether it was a whispered praise just for Shane’s ears, or a frustrated exclamation during a game, he would file it away and repeat it in his head until he got somewhere he could search it up. Rozanov’s favourite seemed to be “fuck”. Which Shane understood, it sounded rough, and aggressive, it felt dull in his mouth whenever he had practiced, different to English cursing. Not to mention it worked for most settings the Russian would curse in. Shane hadn’t thought twice about his slip up, just rubbed his foot and went on about fishing up his rice and chicken before heading out for practice. Nobody was around to hear him, it was nothing.
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A rundown of Ilya's inner thoughts during the spooning sex scene the day after they confess their love for each other. Ilya's overwhelmed by Shane's mere existence and the enormity of his love for Shane, but Shane keeps him tethered to reality, where he is loved and wanted in ways that he could've never imagined.
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Ilya Rozanov wants to come out as Shane Hollander's boyfriend, and that means he needs to sacrifice his homeland, Russia. He brings Shane on a farewell tour of Moscow and comes face-to-face with more emotion than he bargained for. Excerpt: “I want to do something that means a lot to you, today,” Shane said. Ilya looked up at him over their breakfast. They had room service deliver kasha with blueberries and milk for Ilya, and fish and rice for Shane. They had made a little spread at the table in the hotel room, the gauzy curtains beside them making the view of Revolution Square look ghostly behind it. The tourism book was on the bed, bookmarked as before, but Shane wasn’t looking at it – he was searching Ilya’s eyes. “It means a lot that you are here.” “I know, and I am so excited to keep doing things on our list. But I want to make sure that you get a chance to just…live? I guess? To say goodbye to the things that make Russia home? You know, in case you can’t…” He trailed off, but Ilya heard the rest of the sentence in his head, in Shane’s voice. “In case you can’t…come back?”
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Birdsong fills the air and the sun is warm through the gaps in the trees. The air is sweet, and Shane thinks that the cottage has never felt more like home than it does now. If it was heaven in his twenties, it was something even greater now.
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A bottle of pills lies discarded on the floor, empty. Shane’s body is splayed over his side of the bed like a ragdoll, his arm hanging off the side in a cruel caricature of how Ilya had found his mother all those years ago. Ilya isn’t sure what noise he is making. He doesn’t care. His body feels like it’s being ripped apart. The pain is akin to being skinned alive. or: Ilya comes home to his worst nightmare.
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let them watch let them see by fivemusing
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
real hollanover @twentyfour guys why does every member of the hollander-rozanov family like to lick shane's face :0
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Nobody knows. Shane and Ilya are in love and nobody knows, it’s starting to drive him crazy. He just wants his friends to accept it and move on, but it’s a work in progress. Shane never wanted to leave this bed. It was warm, his mind was quiet, he had no worries in this bed. His boyfriend had made sure to fuck all his worries away. And now he was cuddled up with him, counting his heartbeats, and tracing patters over his shoulder. He’s been so stressed lately. The hiding was finally catching up to him, the sneaking around, the mysterious texts, disappearing on his team without an explanation, trying to worm his way out of questions he couldn’t answer. It was exhausting, even with him and Ilya being closer than ever, emotionally and physically. This season has been more tiring than any other, and it’s not even half over. He knew what he needed to do, but he was dreading it. He wanted the whole world to know about them without having to answer questions about it. We’re in love, move on. “We need to get up. You have two hour drive back, and practice in the morning” Ilya presses a kiss into his hair, jostling him slightly as he moves to get up. Shane puts a hand on his chest to make him stay “just one more minute, please” he tried to keep his voice steady, like he wasn’t breaking apart at the seams. “What is wrong?” He tried to duck his head and get a look into his lovers eyes, but Shane shied away, turning into Ilyas neck to hide his face “hey…hey, come here, look at me” he gently pried Shane’s face out of hiding and looked in his glossy eyes. “what is wrong?” He asked agin, this time Shane had nowhere to hide, he let it all show on his face, his lip quivered, his eyes overflowed, his breathing stuttered. Ilya quickly pulled him back to his chest, hugging him close, running his fingers through Shane’s hair softly, soothingly. “I hate this. I’m sorry, I know I’m acting stupid but” he cut himself off with a whimper “no, is not stupid. I hate it too, I miss you so much when you are gone, my love” he whispered, hoping the quiet words would relax him a little. “I just wish we didn’t have to hide, I know I’ve been adamant about not coming out, but I want to. I want to hold your hand, and kiss you, and love you. I want to tell everyone I love you, I just hate that they’ll have opinions” he was rambling, and as much as Ilyas heart fluttered at the thought, Shane Hollander shouting his love for Ilya Rozanov from the rooftops, or maybe from centre ice, he had to calm him down first. “I know, is awful, but no matter what we do, what happens, we will still have this. I will still have you, in my bed, naked” he grinned as Shane lightly smacked his chest “nobody can take that away, opinions can’t take this away” he finished, smiling sadly onto Shane’s hairline, pressing little kisses all over. “I want to come out” Shane whispered, and Ilya nodded solemnly, he did too. But Shane shook his head and sat up “no, like, I want to come out. To the team at least” and Ilyas heart stopped. They had talked about it before, many many many times before, but Shane was always too frightened, and understandably in Ilyas opinion, his team was awful. But he hadn’t pushed, didn’t want to make Shane feel bad about things he couldn’t control. “you mean, you want to tell them you are into men?” He asked carefully, not wanting to get his hopes up, of course he wanted to world to know Shane Hollander was his (including the voyagers stupid team), but he would take it at his pace, not pushing, just supporting. “well yes, but no. I want to tell them about us. Me and you” he took a deep breath, as if waiting for Ilya to get mad, but all he could do was smile. He was scared, absolutely terrified, but he didn’t care right now. Right now his boyfriend was saying he wanted to tell his whole world, his team, that he was in love with him. And that felt like winning the lottery, twice, hell. It felt like winning the world. “okay, then we tell them, do you want to do it on your own? Or would you like me to be there?” He secretly hoped Shane would ask him to be there, in case anyone got any ideas Ilya had to remind them how big of an asshole he could be. “I’d like you there, if that’s okay with you, you don’t have to if you don’t want to- I just think. It might be easier to explain” he was rambling again, and Ilya loved it. He loved him. So much. he laced his fingers through Shane’s twisted hands, squeezing. “I will be wherever you need me to be” he said seriously, needing Shane to know he was in this, completely. “okay, we’ll talk to them next time we’re all together. I think you play in Montreal in a couple weeks, right?” Ilya almost laughed, as if he was waiting that long. “I have a next weekend off, I will come in then, if that is okay with you” he was already planning the trip in his head, leave after practice on Friday afternoon, be in Montreal by 3, spend the day fucking any stray thoughts from Shane’s mind, tell his team Saturday morning, spend the rest of the weekend fucking him again. Perfect weekend. “oh. Okay, yeah, we can do that” he looked almost surprised, as if he didn’t already know Ilya would move heaven and earth for him. “okay, now. Don’t worry about that” he said, knowing that’s all Shane was going to be doing “how about I fuck you again before you leave” he smirked and crawled over him, knocking Shane onto his back again. Shane laughed and weakly pushed at his chest “I have to leave in like 10 minutes” Ilya gently bit his neck “bet I could make you cum in 4” ==== It was Friday afternoon, he had just pulled into a parking space behind Shane's apartment building. He quickly grabbed his bag, punched in the door code, and ran up the stairs. He wasn’t sure what he expected to see when he walked in, but this. This was not it. Shane was lying in the middle of the living room floor, the coffee table had been pushed to the side, he had headphones on, and a blanket resting over his eyes. What the fuck? he put his bags down near the entrance and slowly walked over, calling Shane’s name “baby. Shane. Are you okay?” He poked Shane’s thigh with his toe and Shane jumped, quickly
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The Centaurs have officially won the Stanley cup! Now, there’s no better time for Ilya Rozanov to claim his real prize. The world of hockey had been shocked enough to discover that Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov could actually be friends, so the discovery of the truth would surely come as even more of a surprise. Still, the two men had decided they were done hiding. It had gotten far too hard to wipe away the fondness off their expressions in the past few years, and today Montreal and Ottawa would be playing the final game of the playoffs. Up until this point, they’d managed to tie, so whoever won today would have the official title of cup-winners. And no matter who it was, Shane and Ilya were going to kiss on that ice. Of course, they both wanted it to be them— but with only half a period left, it was obvious it would be Ilya. Shane wanted to laugh at the absolute ego and stubbornness that had fueled him into fulfilling the fantasy he’d set for them years ago. He’d built Ottawa up as a team and brought them to the playoffs just to defeat Shane and tell the world they were in love. It was so weirdly romantic that he couldn’t even be mad— because at the end of the night, Ilya would raise the cup over his head, kiss Shane with the ferocity of a man who truly had it all, and their secret would finally be out in the open. Tonight, they’d both walk away winners. Ilya skated past him on the ice, throwing him a smirk. “You like view, Hollander? It is good to see me win again, yes?” “Not a chance in hell!” He shouted back, but really, he was proud— because Ilya was amazing, and Ilya belonged to him, and soon everyone would know. Before they’d stepped onto the ice, Shane had stepped in front of his team to apologize for what would come next. They’d been confused— of course— when he’d given no further context, and he knew there was no reason to be ashamed of his relationship, but he’d felt it a necessary warning nonetheless. When he’d come out as gay, they’d accepted him with open arms. Then, when they’d found out he had someone, they were happy for him. Hayden— who already knew about them, but didn’t yet know of their surprise plans— had just said: “Fuck, Shane. Are you pulling a Scott Hunter tonight?” That had gotten the rest of the team excited, slamming Shane on the back with enthusiasm. “Fuck, man! It’s about time. We’re excited for you!” J.J had told him. “Yeah. Thanks. I’m excited, too.” Still, he knew they weren’t prepared. Finding out it was Ilya Rozanov might be a different story— especially with the inevitable amount of press that would hover outside the locker room afterwards. When the buzzer rang out, Ottawa’s players shot their arms up in victory, and Shane knew they were close. First, they had to get through the ceremonials— shaking hands in good sportsmanship, lining up, and watching as Ilya’s team was awarded the cup. Shane could feel the disappointment radiating off his teammates, but as much of a bummer as it was to lose, he wouldn’t let it ruin this moment. His eyes stared down Ilya as he raised the cup over his head with an elated smile, roaring out like he’d done all those years ago. This time, though, it wasn’t an act of proving he’d done it. This time, the bottom of the cup rested on his golden brown curls, and he screamed out in Russian. Shane couldn’t make it out; he still hadn’t learned. Still, he managed to make out the name mama, and realized Ilya had dedicated the moment to his mother. And he was so fucking proud— of right then, but also of how far he’d come. He realized, then, that the smile splitting his face in two was probably far too ecstatic for someone who had just lost to their lifelong rival. It didn’t matter anymore. Ilya lowered the cup in his grip, handing it off to one of his teammates. The whole arena watched as he skated over to Shane, placing his hands on either side of his face and pulling him in. In front of everyone— finally, in a place that wasn’t considered a hideout— their lips crashed together.
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in defense of a moral victory by A_Different_Type_of_Flower
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
He walked back to the living room, where Jackie and Hayden were standing, having a whispered conversation, Shane’s jacket folded over Jackie’s arm. They stopped talking and turned to Shane as he entered. “Hey, bud,” said Hayden slowly, not moving. “Uh, do you want me to leave?” asked Shane, gesturing to his jacket, panic rising in his throat. “What? No. No. Absolutely not. We were afraid you’d try and sneak out of here, so I grabbed your coat and keys,” explained Jackie. “Oh,” said Shane, letting out a shaky laugh as he ran his hand through his hair. “Good call. I can’t say it didn’t cross my mind.” or Ilya has a new philosophy in how he picks fights, Shane doesn’t understand the appeal of a moral victory, and Hayden is so fucking glad he married Jackie.
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