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across the wires by Ravenesta
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
22 Dec 2025
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Ilya looks over from the sofa as Jackie heads into the living room, perking up in interest. “You are calling Pike? Was good play today. You remembered how to score! Well done.”
Hayden groans. "Rozanov? Dude, what are you doing in my fucking house?
"It is girls' night," Ilya informs him primly. "I am one of girls."
Or: Game day at the Pike house.
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- Part 2 of You Have (81) Unread Messages
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I'm Reading Your Lips (You're Speaking My Language) by some1_around
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
22 Dec 2025
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Rozanov cocked his head. “You speak Russian? Or just the curse words?”
“Yes, I speak Russian,” he snapped, defensive and angry. He knew that it had been a mistake to even try to be friendly with Rozanov. “Why? Do I not look Russian to you?” He scoffed.
“No, not really,” Rozanov said. Some of his teammates laughed, although they mostly looked surprised that Shane was speaking to them at all. Rozanov didn’t laugh, though. “Are you Russian?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
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Despite an inauspicious start, when Russia’s Ilya Rozanov learns that Canada’s Shane Hollander is fluent in Russian at their first World Junior Championships tournament, it changes everything and sets them on a different course. Instead of being branded as rivals from the very beginning, Ilya and Shane start off as friends.
And, after all, a little friendly rivalry never hurt anyone, did it?
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- Part 1 of Speaking My Language
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“I kind of want to tell you how I really feel, but I think you would recognize the words if I did, and I suspect that you’re listening in, trying to hear them. Maybe that’s just delusional hope, though. But yeah. That’s right. I’m hoping that you’re listening to me with your eyes closed, and praying that you hear the only French words that everybody knows. How many words do you recognize, Ilya?” Shane saw his eyelashes flutter, but he didn’t open them. “Would you recognize the word 'oui '? ‘Non?’ Or, I don’t know, ‘je m'appelle… Shane?’ Okay, what about ‘baguette?’”
Ilya laughed, shoulders shaking in Shane’s lap. “What are you saying?” he muttered, brow furrowing, and Shane smiled helplessly, happy he had guessed correctly.
“I knew it, you eavesdropper,” he said, pulling on Ilya’s curls gently. “I think I know what you want to hear. Mon ami? Not quite. Mon chéri? That’s a little closer. In Canada, maybe I would call you mon chum, but I never liked that. Ma blonde? Non, but it does fit you. I know what you want to hear, Ilya.” He leaned down, his body curled over Ilya’s like he could shield him from the world they lived in, and the decision they were about to make. “Mon amour.”
Ilya opened his eyes. Shane grinned.
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They drove to the cottage in Shane’s Jeep.
Ilya sneered at it as he swung himself into the passenger seat, sitting stiffly like he was afraid of catching an infectious disease from the faux-leather. “I hate this fucking car.”Shane rolled his eyes and shut his door for him. Ilya immediately rolled down his window, as if he didn’t want to be trapped inside the Jeep.
//LMFAOO
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Shane closed his eyes. “Ya tebya lyublyu.”
“Bi chamd khairtai,” he said easily.
//guys really??? you're just going to bring instant tears to my eyes like that??
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“I hate you,” Shane said, but the laughter was finally bubbling up from his chest, and it made his arms shake.
They were outside. In the sunlight, in Shane’s driveway. He was holding Ilya’s waist, and they were laughing in the sunshine.
“No,” Ilya said. “That is lie. I know it. You love me,” he said, drawing the words out.
He didn’t even have to think about it. Shane kissed him. “I love you. All the time. Everywhere.”
“In every language?” Ilya asked, grin widening slowly, hands slipping around Shane’s waist.
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“That part's obvious,” Shane said, rising on his toes to kiss Ilya’s chin. “It goes unsaid.”
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“No, idiot, I’m not. I’m saying… I don’t want to assume how long you’ve had feelings. Because for me...”
“The whole time.”
Shane swallowed. “Yeah,” he admitted.
“No,” Ilya said, shaking his head. “I am answering your question. The whole time, for me.”“Oh,” Shane said, sighing, then grinning, helpless and teary. “Same.”
“I know,” Ilya said. “You were very obvious. And I am very easy to fall in love with.”
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I'm Reading Your Tweets (You're Liking My Posts) by some1_around
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
22 Dec 2025
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A Twitter-fic companion piece to "I'm Reading Your Lips (You're Speaking My Language)" set post-chapter 3—will NOT make sense without reading that first and WILL spoil the story for you!
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- Part 2 of Speaking My Language
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be sweet to me, baby by thebeautifulgame (crying2mitski)
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
17 Dec 2025
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“Of course I’m playing,” Shane retorts, any bite in it undermined by his lack of eye contact and the pink flush steadily blooming on his freckled cheeks, “why wouldn’t I?”
Ilya scoffs incredulously, lowers his voice so his words go undetected by the referee, “They let you start game, smelling like you need a knot.”
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- Part 1 of the first taste (hollanov stand-alones)
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The test very confidently displayed a positive result. Well—this test and the three others he’d taken just to be sure. He’d used the basic drug store one that showed only a plus sign, as well as the fancier ones with words and estimates of how far along you were. All of them were screaming at him, in unison, the words he hadn’t wanted to hear. They echoed the thought that he’d been desperately trying to ignore despite the symptoms he’d been having for the past two weeks.
Shane Hollander was pregnant.