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he/it (mostly it) pups inspired by a certain one in particular, ifykyk lol
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24 Mar 2026
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"Rozy," Brian, the team doctor says, "talk to me, buddy. That puck clipped you pretty good, how’s the pain?"
Ilya blinks. He clenches his jaw against a wave of nausea. He rests his cheek on the ice, and the cold helps a little.
"Bad. Very bad." He swallows. "Is Shane here?"
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or, in the final MTL/BOS game of the year, ilya takes a puck to the head.
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04 Mar 2026
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I'll move, just hold my hand by thirteenthsister
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
26 Apr 2026
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After Rose helps Shane realize his sexuality, he decides he needs to come out to the important people in his life. He's not ready to be out publicly, but he needs friends in his corner.
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22 Jan 2026
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so fast like before by sweetilyas (sweetjeons)
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
18 Jan 2026
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“You never forget?”
“No,” Shane breathes out. “No, I never forget.”
Except Ilya does.
He forgets his wedding ring.
And Shane notices.
Or: Shane gets stuck inside his own head when Ilya forgets his wedding ring.
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19 Jan 2026
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what we hold when we cannot mend by UglyGreenJacket
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
17 Jan 2026
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He holds out the cigarettes and lighter in one hand and the vodka glass in the other, and Ilya looks at him, surprise evident in his hazel eyes even in the dim light.
“What?” Shane grins. “Didn’t think I knew about your secret stash?”
Ilya’s smile back almost reaches his eyes, and he takes Shane’s offerings without a word.
Flint strikes and with a flick of flame, a different type of smoke starts to fill the air, floating slowly up into the trees.
Normally, Shane would wait inside until Ilya finished his cigarette, but today, he sits and leans his head on Ilya’s shoulder, willing to make the concession.
“I hate this day,” Ilya says, his face once again stony, while he lets out a long puff of smoke into the cooling air around them.
“I know,” Shane says, his fingers tracing along the soft fabric of Ilya’s sweats. “I hate it for you.”
It’s the same every year on the anniversary of his mother’s death. A long day spent with few words and deep sighs bleeds into nightfall. They sit and look out over the water, ghosts flickering across Ilya’s eyes like the firelight around them.
___Or Ilya hates this day. Shane hates it for him. They sit together anyway.
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19 Jan 2026