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Oh no I've said too much, I haven't said enough by lc2l
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
29 Apr 2026
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Ilya sits down carefully and takes Shane’s hand. “I am going to ask you something, and I want you to try not to freak out, okay? Take a breath, think about it.”
That sounds… serious.
“The Centaurs are having a barbeque,” Ilya says. “I would like to go, and I would like you to come with me.”Shane meets the Centaurs. As Ilya's close personal friend slash charity partner from Canada.
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it's not gay if it's ur bro! by persimmon_tea
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
15 Apr 2026
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cens and censibility @ottawagirly
is there a reason why 8 million different hockey players have decided to post pics of themselves kissing each other with tongue or????????Or, Hayden Pike is freaking out after accidentally posting a video of Shane and Ilya making out on his fanmail. Luckily, he has a groupchat of hockey players determined to help them play it off. The internet is mostly just confused?
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Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.
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13 Dec 2021
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Magical house + magical marriage where draco had an almost fatal allergic reaction but harry saved him
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Operation O Canada, or The Hollander-Rozanov Method of Soft Launching a Marriage by robbinscinquefoil
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
01 May 2026
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“Can’t hang out tonight, Hayd. I have plans.”
“Bullshit,” Hayden responds. “You never have plans.”
Objectively, this used to be true. Nowadays Shane has many, many plans, between his nightly plans to look at Ilya’s penis through Skype and his various long-term plans laid out helpfully in his notebook, Canva (For Ilya’s sake. He is a visual learner), and more recently, Excel. Shane loves that excel sheet. He’s colour coded it.
In 2017, Shane Hollander spirals and proposes to his boyfriend of 4 days (or 7 years, or 9 years, or not his boyfriend at all, depending on how you look at it), which leads to a lot of plans, weird theories in the Montreal Voyageur locker room, some Twitter drama, and Ilya Rozanov entering his WAG era.
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11 Apr 2026
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"Shane is suddenly hit with a wave of nausea accompanied by a sense that maybe this is way too much to spring on a guy who probably isn't even his boyfriend. Oh my god, Shane actually is insane, and if Ilya hasn't realized it yet, this will be the thing that sends him running for the hills. They're not even boyfriends and here Shane is, proposing immediate marriage. Jesus fucking Christ. Ilya will run naked outside, throw himself off the dock, and swim across the lake just to get away from him. Or, maybe he will throw on some clothes, steal Shane’s jeep, and drive straight to the airport to get a one-way ticket for the soonest flight to Boston. Maybe Ilya will–
Shane takes in a deep breath. “Actually, on second thought, we don’t have to look at this if you don’t want to.” He tries to keep his voice even, but it shakes anyways.
“You were up all night making this for me,” he says, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. “Of course I will listen.” Ilya leans over Shane so he can press “present” on the iPad screen himself.
Ilya looks at him so expectantly and so, so softly as Shane flickers his eyes between the beautiful man about to book it out of his home and life forever and the “OPERATION O CANADA (WORKING TITLE) by Shane Hollander” blown up on the screen. Somehow, Ilya’s expectant look encourages him to tap on the next slide.
At this point, he might as well show Ilya how insane he is so Ilya at least has a chance to escape before they keep this, whatever it is, going any longer.
Slides 2 and 3 go normally, with Ilya humming along to Shane’s summary of their current predicament and goals (concrete goals: Ilya has non-Russian citizenship [preferably Canada] as soon as possible, They can comfortably be a couple with less distance between them, change the narrative of their relationship so it doesn't feel like a bomb blowing up when they finally go public [or, god forbid, if something goes terribly wrong and they are outed])
(Abstract goals: peace of mind, safety, stability, a chance at happiness for the rest of their lives)
Ilya smiles at that part. Shane is glad he kept it in.
Slide 4 is where Shane starts to panic again.
“Please don't freak out at this next slide. Just let me explain. The next one introduces the idea, and the ones after explain the reasoning and…” Shane babbles, refusing to tap “next”
“Shane,” Ilya interrupts, nudging Shane’s side with his elbow. “It’s okay. Show me the idea.” Shane, stupidly, clicks.
Canva Presentation on Spousal Sponsorship in Canada, bullet pointed with a link to the source
Ilya stands up, staring at the screen. The duvet stays on the couch with Shane still wrapped in it, leaving Ilya standing up completely naked. This is it, Shane realizes. He is going to bolt. This really was too much.
“There are other options, if this is too much,” Shane breathes out in a frantic rush. “I just…this feels more secure? But seriously, there are so many other options. Mountains of options that don’t involve us getting married right now.” Shane knows he is babbling. He’s stupid as fuck for putting this as slide 4 instead of easing Ilya in with less nuclear options. What on earth was Shane-at-2am thinking?
Ilya turns around and Shane braces for impact.
“YES,” Ilya booms. He raises his arms above his head like he is cheering for a particularly impressive goal during a game.
“Huh?”
“I am saying yes, Shane,” Ilya says. Behind the roar of blood in his ears that is making everything muffled and causing Shane to feel a little light-headed, he faintly registers that Ilya just got proposed to while stark naked, and he doesn’t seem to care.
“To…”
“Spousal sponsor, marriage, this,” Ilya says, waving his hand around and gesturing at nothing? Everything? “Yes.”
“Ilya, I haven’t even gotten to the slide that explains why–”
"Answer is yes,” Ilya reiterates. “I will read explanation slide later. Right now, I will suck your dick, and then we will eat breakfast, and you will explain everything in lots of detail.” Before Shane can even respond, Ilya basically launches himself at Shane."
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the soviet montage by pressuretoparty
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
06 Jan 2026
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"Listen, Mr. Rozanov." The general manager is talking out of the side of his mouth, his cigarette dropping ashes all over the hotel table. "We like you. We want you. We understand you are putting yourself under a fair amount of risk here, meeting with us like this. I hope it's obvious that if you play for us, we will set you up for a good life in Canada."
He pauses, looks Ilya in the eye. "But you have to understand, if you agree to this, you have to be prepared to leave with us right now."
Red Army superstar Ilya Rozanov defects from the Soviet Union. A Cold War-era hockey AU
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"Unfortunately, the journalist is able to get off his one question, loud enough so everyone can hear.
"Reports are saying your father, USSR's Defense Minister, Grigori Rozanov, has passed away. Can you confirm?"
Shane's heart breaks.
The look that crosses Rozanov's face is nothing short of horrible.
It starts with how the anger just falls, right off his face. Rozanov's been burning with rage this entire game—mostly directed at Shane—and his thunderous mood has only followed him out of the arena.
But when the journalist manages to successfully fire the question off, wide-eyed shock, followed by just the deepest, possible despair a person can feel, spells itself out all over his face. His shoulders, like a marionette, just suddenly cut loose, and he just stands, completely helpless and despondent, as the camera gets shoved a millimeter close to his face to get his reaction.
Shane immediately jumps into action.
With one powerful shove, he forces Rozanov through the door. The reporters manage to overpower their security, so Shane cannot get through in time without letting them into the locker room. So, thinking quickly, he slams the door shut, so at least they can't get to Rozanov.
Leaving just Shane outside with security and a swarm of hungry journalists.
Even though he knows he shouldn't, he lunges at The Gazette journalist, and the man actually flinches, which makes Shane smile. Instead of hitting him, he plucks the reporter's press badge right off his chest. Shane laughs even harder when he realizes he recognizes the name.
"Mr. Hollander—
"Hey, make sure you take a good look at this," Shane yells to the two useless security guards. "The piece of shit's name."
He turns back to The Gazette journalist. Shane has a horrible smile plastered across his face, one of barely contained rage.
"We've told you a million times to go through our PR, and you didn't listen," Shane says, voice booming out of him. "Well guess what? This was your last chance. The second I turn around, and go back in through those doors, I'm going to make sure the team have a restraining order against you specifically, and I'm going to make sure our general manager puts in a call in to your boss and tell him that The Gazette will have no access to any of our athletes unless he," at this, Shane flings the press badge back into the guy's face, "Fires you."
The reporter's face pales, and Shane continues. "If what you are saying is true, then the way you went about this is nothing short of heinous, and we will sue you to the ground. If what you said is false, then well," Shane smiles, cruel. "We cannot wait until we sue you into the ground."
The rest of the press, upon hearing this, are at least cowed. The ones who aren't, are at least so desperate to get a good shot of Shane losing it at this reporter, that they are keeping mostly still. So Shane, having made his point, turns his back to the gaggle, slams his fist twice on the door, to be let into the locker room—
Only for the door to lurch—
Forcing Shane to topple face-first into Rozanov, who has just stood by the door for Shane's entire spiel.
Rozanov still looks nothing short of grief-striken, but he stares at Shane with what can only be described as awe.
The door closes behind them, shutting out the commotion of the press.
Shane rights himself and looks up at Rozanov. Shane's combative expression softens into concern. "Hey," Shane says, his voice gentle.
He wonders if he should ask if Rozanov's okay, but obviously he's not.
So instead, he wordlessly yanks Rozanov into a hug.
Rozanov chokes out a wounded noise and sinks into it helplessly, wrapping his arms tight around Shane's back. He has to duck his head to fit into the crook of Shane's shoulder, nuzzling his face into the safety of his neck. To Shane's horror, then, he hears, softly at first, but then loud enough for it to be unmistakable—
Rozanov, crying.
His teammates all choose fifteen different points in the locker room that aren't Rozanov and Shane to look at politely, as Rozanov tries to cry as quietly as possible. Rozanov's hands are fisted tightly into Shane's jacket, leaning into Shane, as if he's the only thing keeping him standing. The entire time, Shane strokes the back of Rozanov's neck, using his other hand to comb his fingers softly through his curls, shushing him softly as Rozanov keeps letting out these choked off sounds in an attempt to break off any louder sobs.
Rozanov stops crying after thirty minutes, but even then he doesn't let go of Shane, keeping his face buried in his neck. Shane also doesn't stop comforting him. He keeps touching him—petting his curls, stroking the small of his back.
Out of respect, all of their teammates don't say a word... "