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Lestat’s face is blank of everything, but his dark eyes latch on Louis’ own, locked as tightly as a prisoner’s chain. “You left me.”
Louis swallows. “I shoulda left you decades ago.”
Louis gets on the train, Lestat takes him off it. This is what comes after.
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why can't you come stitch me up? by raniza
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
19 Jun 2026
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What did he think was going to happen?
Of course Ilya wasn't going to choose him.
And now, he stood in their kitchen like a stranger, having to pretend be okay with the fact that Ilya went out and hooked up with Svetlana on a night meant to celebrate hockey's greatest. A party he wasn't even invited to as a captain himself.
What a fucking joke.
He spent the entire day coming up with meticulous loopholes and justifications for something that was actually quite simple—nobody remembered. Shane was wholeheartedly forgotten and he was too proud, or maybe dense, to figure it out himself.
Or, the one where Ilya forgets Shane’s birthday. Coping ensues.
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- Part 4 of raniza’s hollanov au’s!
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"What is that?"
Shane felt ashamed, not wanting to be the butt of the joke once again. "Just my legos," he mumbled while settling beside the coffee table, ears burning red.
Ilya stopped stirring the pot, knocking his knuckles against the worktop thoughtfully.
"Legos? You're always so strict about not building anything outside of your birthday, what changed?"
Hoping the subject would be dropped, although he knew the man well enough to not be unrealistic, he answered vaguely, "Yeah, I know."
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Ilya Rozanov has never been quite right, either in the head or the heart.
The worst part about it, if he cared about that sort of thing anymore, was that there’s no real reason he can point to, nothing that’s happened in his life to make him this way. He could say it was his mother’s death, but that would be a lie.
Ilya has always been what he is.
The only thing his mother’s passing really did was to make him stop caring about it. The one person he tried for had left him, so why continue trying at all? He’ll play the game and live his normal, boring little life, but he knows no amount of playing pretend can change whatever invisible disease he was born with. So he will allow himself this one indulgence, this one vice.
He goes by the name of Shane Hollander.
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09 Jul 2026
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can you find me? by constellaetions
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
01 Jul 2026
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Shane Hollander has made many mistakes in his life, but volunteering as tribute alongside his best friend during District 11's annual Reaping isn't one of them.
Or maybe it is - he doesn't know yet. He'll confirm or deny when his near-certain untimely end comes.
Shane isn't a fighter. He's not a lover either, despite what he's leading the Capitol to believe. He's just a young man that knows the earth, and by proxy the brutality of nature; human or otherwise.
He doesn’t quite know what to do with Ilya Rozanov, though. Unfortunately it’s clear Ilya knows exactly what to do with him.
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13 Jun 2026
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“You forgot.”
He swallows before he chokes on it.
“You forgot me.”
Ilya isn't sure whether it's blood or peach juice he can taste, insistent even all these years later, a burning reminder that kindness can be given and kindness can be taken away.
“It is okay, I remembered me,” he says. “I remember what you said.”
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something you can grow by some1_around
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
11 Jul 2026
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Shane and Ilya are champions. They are partners, and they’re in it for life. And people are starting to notice.
After being traumatically outed two years ago, Shane and Ilya's relationship and their lives have been fundamentally changed, and most days, Shane thinks that's a good thing. But sometimes, the pressure of being out, and the endless online speculation about #hollanov, and rumors running rampant through the NHL, and a new generation of rookies looking up to them, and the knowledge that everyone is relying on Shane Hollander to be perfect at all times—sometimes it's a lot.
But Shane's dealing with it. Ilya seems happier than he's ever been, and Shane just needs to get his act together to support his husband. He can do that. He needs to, and he will, if he doesn't crack under the pressure first.
They've got a second Stanley Cup to win, after all.
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06 Jul 2026
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There were two seasons left on their contracts with the Bears. They were only halfway through their careers, but Shane couldn’t imagine retiring anywhere other than Ontario. These pear trees would outlast them, but that was okay.
For at least two years, they would grow and eat fresh fruit from their garden.
The trees made Shane think of the future, which also made him think of the past.
Shane hadn’t hated living in Montreal. The ending had been so sour, but it hadn’t erased every good memory he had from before. All the hours spent with the Voyageurs, learning how to skate professionally, learning how to play in the NHL, all the players who made him better. Getting the C. Winning the Stanley Cup. Playing darts with his teammates and holding babies at bridal showers. Sitting at hospital bedsides. Shane could still name every single player and WAG who had ever stocked their homes with ginger ale before a team gathering.
He had been at Comeau’s wedding. He’d given a speech.
Shane wasn’t unique in having been traumatized by the sport he loved. A lot of players left the game worse off than when they started. Most professional athletes did, mentally and physically. They chose, often as children, to define their lives around one thing, one central linchpin, and at the professional level, only the very luckiest could ring two decades out of it. Two decades out of a lifetime.
They left with bad backs. With scars. With knees that never felt the same again on cold or rainy days. With chronic pain. They accepted that as standard. If things went worse, they could leave the ice for the last time with a limp that would never go away even after a dozen surgeries, or shoulders too weak to pick up their grandchildren. Brain injuries were, of course, the worst. It was probably Shane’s biggest fear, a looming dread that he couldn’t think about or acknowledge, less tangible than his other fears because the only thing he could do to defend against it was to give up hockey. And he couldn’t do that.
At the end of the day, if they knew better than to think that they were the exception or otherwise invincible, they had to ask themselves whether this was worth the risk and why.
Ilya had chosen hockey to get out of Russia, and he continued to play it because he enjoyed it, he was good at it, and it provided a lifestyle that he loved. Shane chose hockey because even at three years old, he knew it was the thing he was meant to do. He continued to choose hockey because he loved it, even when it didn’t love him back.
Shane turned and kissed Ilya on the mouth. There were strangers in the yard, people unknown to them just outside the glass windows, and that didn’t matter anymore, and it never would again.
The trees were in the ground. The gardeners shoveled fertilizer over their roots.
Shane knew he was meant to play hockey. Loving Ilya was equally inevitable for him, and he would love Ilya long after his knees gave out.
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can you imagine that you are with me everywhere and always by tunnelOFdawn
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
11 May 2026
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The architecture of Ilya’s desire is such that rooms are constructed in false dimensions. The walls are hollow and in those hidden spaces, rot festers. It is not the rot his father cultivated that transforms a home into a coffin, but it is the rot that never leaves and props up a facade, entwined in the foundation and creeping up the walls—softening them in an illusion of welcome.
Shane makes Ilya want to pretend. Even a rabbit bites when cornered.
This is, of course, a love story.
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03 Jul 2026
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And Ilya says carefully, “What would you do if you cannot play?” He casts a shadow over Shane’s reclined form on the sofa.
Glasses frame Shane’s eyes when he peers upward. Eventually, Shane says, “Like, if I got injured?”
Ilya does not answer.
“If I got injured,” Shane says, “I’d rest and recover to get back into optimal condition.”
Wryly, Ilya mouths optimal. It is the same word in Russian, but the way Shane strings his sentences—
Shane laughs. Beautiful Shane with his glasses and freckles laughs. Ilya cannot bear to ask further. He already knows the answer. Shane without hockey is not Shane.
But the thing is—
Ilya without Shane is not Ilya.