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“Not here?” Shane scoffed, shrugging off Bood’s hands as if he were a pesky fly instead of a six foot tall man trying to defend his captain. “Are you fucking kidding me? You lost the right to have any say in where we do this when you fucking ignore me for the last three weeks. You won’t answer my calls or my texts, you won’t answer the fucking door when I come over. You won’t look at me on the fucking ice, and…. Ilya, look at me.” Ilya stared determinedly at the floor. “Goddamnit, Ilya, look at me!” Nothing.
“ILYA GRIGORYEVICH ROZANOV, you look at me right now or I swear to god, I will walk out of here and I will never speak to you again!” Shane bellowed at the man, shocking him into finally looking up at him.
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OR: Ilya did not get better at communication. Remember how he ghosted Shane for six months when he was overwhelmed? Yep, he's still pulling that shit. Only Shane isn't putting up with that anymore.
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Always Meet Your Heroes by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-05-12
Right now, his eyes were locked on the Centaurs jersey with 81 on it, carrying the puck down the center and crashing into every single Metro on the ice. And every single one fell just as hard as Beaulier had.
'Oh,' he thought vacantly, 'he really is gonna kill us.'
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The knock-down drag out grudge match that is the first Ottawa-Montreal matchup of the season after the Metros abandon Shane, all from the eyes of a young Russian rookie playing for his old team.- Language:
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“I’m bad at keeping my emotions bubbled. You’re good at being perfect. We’re good at being troubled.” - IFHY by Tyler, The Creator
OR; Ilya is completely obsessed with Shane and stalks him.
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Tensions are high between the Montreal Metros and the Ottawa Centaurs during Shane's first season in Ottawa. After bringing a devastating loss against the Metros, the teams encounter each other in a bar in downtown Ottawa. The Metros are looking for a fight, and Shane is fucking tired of being good. "That was an exciting win against New York tonight." "Thank you," Drapeau, the starting goalie for the Montreal Metros said, sweat dripping off the stringy strands of dark hair that fell over his forehead. "We did exactly what we had to do, played some good hockey." "You got a shut out, congratulations." Drapeau laughed, his eyes very obviously sliding down the female reporter's body. He smirked. "Thank you, it wasn't hard." "So confident, that's what we like to hear," she said. "The Admirals did try hard, do you have any idea how many goals of Scott Hunter's you stopped tonight." Drapeau raised his eyebrows and all but rolled his eyes, he glanced up and around before answering. "I don't count, not a lot of his, I don't think, he didn't get many opportunities." She laughed, "You are all very confident in this season, even though it is so early. Does that confidence come from new leadership on the Metros line?" "Our captain? Yeah, Olsson is great. He really earned it, unlike...well." The reporter jumped on the opportunity to mention him, now that the door was cracked open slightly. "Your former captain is now playing for the Ottawa Centaurs. How do you feel about the Metros' chances against them this season?" Drapeau laughed, he sounded tired. His smile fell, then reformed, gleefully twisted. "I'm not worried. Hollander was slowing us down. Now we know why. The Centaurs have never been a winning team, everyone knows that. I think they will be too...distracted," he laughed at the word 'distracted', ensuring everyone knows exactly what he means, "to play well. At least for as long as Hollander and Rozanov are on the line." The reporter looked momentarily flabbergasted at how explicit Drapeau was being in his contempt. She stuttered, and he took the opportunity to thank her and duck out of there. Shane was riding an exercise bike to death. Not to his death, to its death. He stared at his legs in the mirror, a blur of movement and muscle. He was overdoing it on the bike, Luca Haas panting and sweating through his shirt on the bike beside him, trying to keep up, when Shane decided he wasn't going to play fair anymore. Everyone else in the league played dirty. Everyone was happy slinging mud. His former team was working to slander his name at every opportunity. Shane's been trying to rise above. On the internet, some people believed what the Metros said; hat he was weak and holding them back. They pulled up his stats for hitting and taking hits on the ice and called him a scared pansy. Pansy was the nicest slur people used. Shane went harder on the bike, until he couldn't watch himself in the mirror anymore, he had to squeeze his eyes shut and push. Some actually do believe he and Ilya cheated throughout their time in the league. The major news outlets weren't reporting that way, at least, not anymore. Not after a beautiful cease and desist from Farah's team. But they thought it, they all thought it. Shane did not say a single thing against his former team or his former teammates. He was polite when reporters asked searching, or abrasive, questions. He just sighed and locked his phone when he saw photographs of he and Ilya holding hands on the internet, taken by some random person they hadn't noticed. He was taking all the attention in goddamn stride. Until his breaking point. Drapeau's interview at the Metros second game of the season irked Shane. Irked was a nice way of saying, it drove Shane up the fucking wall. It did Ilya too, Ilya got angry, Shane did too. The difference was, Shane's anger was internal. Ilya swore and threw a water bottle. "Distracted? We see how distracted he is as goalie with an eye swollen shut." Shane loved his husband, and he wished he shared his ability to verbalize his emotions. Shane let Ilya kiss him senseless, putting it out of his mind for the time being, but that interview was the match struck. The tweet from Comeau was holding the match to the fuse. It was only about three days after the Drapeau interview. It went out in the middle of the night. Shane didn't see it until 7:30 that morning. He was in from his morning run, making a smoothie. Ilya was still in bed. They had a long night, but Shane could never sleep in. It was a curse, one he wished his husband shared. @GGComeau20: hollander wsa a fuckin fag + were all glad he went back to wehere he came from The rampant spelling errors likely meant that Comeau was drunk, which made sense for him. He was a notorious partier, his reputation was even more prolific than Ilya's. As his captain, he had been worried about him, but Comeau was never receptive to being handled, so there wasn't much Shane could do about it. Shane felt a familiar burn of anger and regret grow in him. It rose in him like heartburn, and lingered the same. He tried to breathe, and managed it. Comeau could call him a fag all he wanted, Shane heard it all the time. He's heard it all his life. Now, it's directed at him rather than around him, and
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Five times Ilya takes a face-off, and one time Hollander does.
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Rating is for slurs and coarse language.
** can be read as a stand-alone **
- Part 3 of Bellboy
- Part 2 of My Ilya centric fics
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you can ebb and I can flow (and we'll take it slow) by foxjournals
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-08
Shane hears him, loud and clear, but it’s like his words are suddenly shallow and hollow, coming in bits and pieces as they funnel through one ear and out the other, and he swears he’s listening, swears he’s trying to hang onto every word out of his boyfriend's mouth, but that white hot static is louder than ever. His brain feels fuzzy and his eyes blur and whether it’s from unshed tears he hasn’t noticed yet or for another reason completely, he isn’t sure. He isn’t sure how he got from point A to point B, but all he knows is suddenly he can’t breathe. Suddenly, he’s six feet under, water encasing his lungs as they shrivel and expand into nothing. Or: Shane and Ilya get into a fight, and the only way out is through panicking Or: Shane uses a safeword in the middle of an argument
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softer, harder, inbetween by seekingthepearl
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
Shane’s fingers worked at the straps of his gloves before he could stop them. They hit the ice with a dull thud, and Ilya turned. “Well,” Ilya said, voice low, almost pleased. “Why the fuck not.” Shane loses his temper and gets physical with Ilya on the ice, risking the perfect reputation he’s worked so hard to maintain.
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Ilya wants to throw up. He thinks about someone else—a stranger—with his hands on Shane, unmaking him in the same way Ilya does, someone else getting to hear Shane’s little sounds and moans, getting to watch him fall apart, getting to be inside him. Ilya is hit with a devastation that nearly topples him over.
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I Will Follow You Into the Dark by andmynewlymeltedheart
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV), Heated Rivalry- Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
Ilya Rozanov is looking for a fight, and Shane Hollander is looking for Ilya.
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