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    Selena:

    we won’t force you to watch hockey with us jane <3

    it is funny that ilya rozanov probably found the one person in montreal who doesn’t give a fuck about it tho

    Jane:

    Haha, what?

    Cassie:

    I promise we talk about much more than just hockey here!

    So if you ever are free, I promise we won’t bore you to death with a sport you don't know or care about.

    Jane:

    Sorry, hold on.

    Ilya said what?

    or, Shane joins the WAGs group chat where they have been led to believe he knows nothing about hockey.

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    13 Sep 2026

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    It takes about three minutes of loud phone calls before Mom comes back into the room, face pinched and shoulders tight.

    “The 67’s drafted Ilya Rozanov in the import draft.”

    Shane knocks his water glass over.

    (Alternative summary: canon divergent story where Ilya leaves Russia the year before the draft and ends up on Shane's juniors team.)

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    12 Sep 2026

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    Again, Ilya feels the shame flare in his belly. He imagines his father across the counter from them, watching this unfold. Watching Ilya be babied by his fucking boyfriend over an injury. He remembered how he’d yell at his mother for babying Ilya, the word soft being thrown around a lot.

    But Ilya likes being babied. He likes watching Shane fuss and frown as he portions out the pills, filling a glass with Ilya’s favorite juice to wash them down with, then bustling up and back down the stairs with Ilya’s favorite pillow and the sleep mask he keeps in his travel bag for planes and hotels.

    He is soft. Weak too, probably. His father’s voice spits through his thoughts, sharp and disgusted. Ilya feels them settle on his shoulders, tug at his spine.

    “You okay?” Shane asks, hair messy from the shower, Ilya’s pillow against his chest.

    His father’s voice fades.

    “Yes, moya lyubov. I am okay.”

    -
    Or, a shoulder injury takes Ilya out for the season ten games into his second year with the Ottawa Centaurs. With one good arm and an empty house, Ilya battles with memories of his parents and his mental health.

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    12 Sep 2026

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    He can’t tell Ilya though. He can’t tell Ilya that his team might not be right for Shane. That this perfect solution is making Shane a worse hockey player, a bad teammate.

    That maybe Shane Hollander of the Voyagers really was his full name. That Shane Hollander of the Centaurs might not exist.

    He can’t say that. He can’t ruin everything. He can’t dim the shine in Ilya’s eyes, the bounce in his step, the color in his cheeks he didn’t have the last few years.

    Ilya sacrificed hockey for their relationship for two years, played on a crappy team and watched Shane win. It’s Shane’s turn to sacrifice, to figure out how to make this work and let Ilya lead this time.

    Or:

    Transitions are hard for Shane. Joining his husband's team turns out not to be an exception to that rule.

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    12 Sep 2026

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    “Enjoying lunch?” Ilya reached over and grabbed a stick of carrot from Hollander’s bowl, crunching noisily. “Wow, special day, you are allowed salad dressing, huh?”
    “Fuck off, Rozanov.”
    “Your car looks slow. Did you bring car seat for the kids?”
    Hollander looked like he would murder him. Even better. Ilya enjoyed this look of steady hatred on him more than anything else. Well. Almost anything else.
    The way he looked when he was desperate to cum after hours of edging probably beat it.

    Shane Hollander is Formula 1's hottest talent and three-time world champion, destined to break records. Ilya Rozanov is a fast, aggressive driver who never had the car to match his abilities - until now.

    They've been rivals in some form for fifteen years - and this season, finally in evenly matched cars, one of them is going to win the World Driver's Championship. That is, as long as they can keep up their carefully constructed rivalry, and not give in to the feelings they've been running from almost all their lives.

    aka: 'What if Heated Rivalry was F1 instead of hockey?'

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    09 Sep 2026