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There had been a moment where Shane’s eyes had landed on him and his throat had gone tight in a way that he told himself was envy, because Rozanov had been deemed number one and that was where Shane had wanted to be and no other reason, before he’d even noticed her. It didn’t last long though, because she was honestly sort of hard to miss.
She looked like a doll, dressed up in a pale pink tweed dress with a big lace collar and a giant bow in her hair. She was tiny compared to Rozanov, only just reaching his waist, but that didn’t seem to stop her from climbing all over him as though he were a jungle gym, tugging on his hands in demand as she rattled off something Shane didn’t understand the words of but picked up the meaning for pretty easily. It wasn’t hard to see that she was trying to get him to watch her. “Ilyusha, posmotri na menja!”
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Ilya Rozanov has a little sister. When she moves to Boston after an incident with her father, somehow Shane Hollander finds himself drawn into the family unit completely against his will. At least that's what he tells anybody that asks.
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08 Feb 2026
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Five Times Ilya Acquired a Family Member, and One Time They Acquired Him. Canon, shmanon.
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08 Feb 2026
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”Rozanov looks good in Russia, sure, but here? I don’t know if he’ll hold up.”
Shane wasn’t supposed to be listening. At sixteen, a decade into competition hockey, this was his first time at the Saskatchewan arena and he’d taken the wrong turn in the long, echoing corridors. The conference room door was shut, but there was a crack at the bottom and the words spilled out into the hallway, bouncing off the cheap vinyl tiles. He tried to breathe quietly, desperate for news about his opponent. There was only one other player near Shane’s level, and he’d come all the way from Russia.
“The rumors—”
The voice trailed off. Someone cleared their throat.
Heart beating double-time, Shane felt for his scent blockers. One firm cuff around each wrist, pads on either side of his neck. The underwear everyone wore, basic manners. Too many alphas in a small enough space could—had—led to fights in the locker room. Always, Shane had to set a good example. Had to be better, so he could play.
“I don’t believe it.” A chair creaked. “No fuckin’ omega plays like Rozanov.”
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08 Feb 2026
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Freckles.
From cheek to cheek, right over the bridge of a very tiny button nose.
He knows these freckles. Knows them better than he knows the backs of his own hands, probably.
Which, really, combined with the basket and the blanket and the fact that this happens at least once a season to someone in the league, Ilya’s heart races, then settles as he holds the baby close.
“Well, hello there, my little one.”
AKA wish baby fic
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07 Feb 2026
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Not a wife, or a girlfriend, but a secret third thing by providing_leverage
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
11 Feb 2026
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(Jane has been added to Not the Boston WAGs)
Shannon: Oh? Fresh meat?
(Jane has left Not the Boston WAGs)
Vikki: Way to scare her off!
(Jane has been added to Not the Boston WAGs)
Vikki: Hey Jane! I spent like twenty minutes trying to draft an introduction message but I'm way too tired for that rn so I figured I'd just drop you into the deep end and see if you can swim
Jane: I'm actually a very strong swimmer
Jane: Sorry, what's going on?
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03 Feb 2026