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“So,” Ilya says, dragging the word out. He’s swiping at non-existent crumbs on the counter, avoiding his eyes. “You have dinner at parents on Christmas, yes?”
“Yeah.”
Ilya nods. “I can house-sit while you are away. Make place pretty, if you have decorations. Make it less boring.”
Shane’s eyebrows fly up. “What? You don’t want to come with?”
Finally, Ilya looks up at him. Hesitantly, he asks, “You want me to come with?”
Frowning, Shane says, “I– yeah. Yeah, of course. You think I invited you here just so you could spend Christmas alone?”
Looking away, Ilya shrugs. “I am intruder here, Hollander. You have family. I do not. Makes situation… difficult, maybe. You forget the world thinks we are rivals.”
“Not difficult,” Shane says immediately. “You want to come, you’re coming.”
Or: Ilya's in Montreal alone during the week leading up to the Winter Classic. Shane doesn't let him spend Christmas alone.
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- Part 4 of cjo + hr
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02 Jun 2026
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“Should call you the Ottawa Puppies,” says the Toronto centre, Svensson. As an insult it makes no sense, so Ilya ignores it, until he continues, “Hear Hollander keeps you on a short leash.”
Ilya is the captain, so if anything, he should be holding the leash. In English, you can be singular or plural, but he knows what Svensson is trying to say. He is saying Ilya Rozanov, you are Hollander’s bitch.
“Only sometimes,” Ilya replies, grinning. He wins the face off.
OR: Ilya trains himself to be a very, very good guard dog for Shane.
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- Part 1 of Dog
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02 Jun 2026
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“Come on,” Comeau says. “Are we all just supposed to pretend it's normal that you’re still playing house with Ilya Rozanov?”
“Gil—” J.J. says, but Shane doesn’t want him to finish that sentence, to pull Comeau gently off the ledge he’s steering himself toward. Shane wants to push him, kicking and screaming, to make them say it to his fucking face. That after all this time, they still hate him for the heinous crime of falling in love.
“We’ve been married for two years,” Shane says. “I’m not sure that qualifies as playing house. I mean, it’s longer than you were with your first wife, isn’t it?”
Or: Shane reunites with his former teammates at J.J.'s bachelor party. He's finally ready to say (and maybe punch) his piece.
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02 Jun 2026
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russianstallion messages hollabackgirl on Grindr for some fun, but then they keep showing up at the same places, conveniently right when Boston and Montreal have a game against each other.
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Shane and Ilya, unbeknownst to each other, are sexting on Grindr while still being rivals on the ice.*SMAU that was previously uploaded to twitter is now on ao3 for ease of reading*
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02 Jun 2026
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Star Center by angeltaser
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
12 May 2026
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Distantly, he thinks he could come from this sight alone. Shane Hollander, on his knees in the middle of the ice, swathed in the striking blue of his old Voyageurs jersey. Beneath the bright lights of the rink, he's a vision of wild making.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Ilya says, running his hands through Shane’s hair, the long sweep of it. He can feel the way Shane has started to shake slightly, maybe from realization of where they are, maybe from sweat cooling, maybe both.
“Ilya,” Shane manages, laying his forehead on one thick thigh. “Ilya, please take me back to the car.”
Ilya purses his lips. Lets out a long breath.
“No,” he replies, softly. That earns him a bleary look from Shane, whose brows are knitted together again.
“What do you mean, no?”
“I mean, I fuck you right here, or I don’t fuck you at all.”
In the heat of late spring, Shane turns 31. Ilya finds a way to bridge the gap between fantasy and reality.
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- Part 1 of Born: 1991
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13 May 2026