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1. we have our weight, ten thousand ladybirds by sharkbrain123

   Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)  

   • Not Rated
   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
   • M/M
   • Complete Work

   03 Jul 2026

   Tags

   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
   • Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
   • Shane Hollander
   • Ilya Rozanov
   • Hurt/Comfort
   • Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander
   • Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov
   • Married Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
   • Shane Hollander Needs a Hug
   • Hurt Shane Hollander
   • Sick Shane Hollander
   • Sickfic
   • idk how to tag this again.
   • evil bitches be evil.

   Summary

   Shane gets sick. Shane won't go to the doctor. Things get worse. (More shane whump)

   “Oof, I don’t feel good” Ilya looks up to see Shane leaning forward, one hand braced against the counter and face set in a grimace.

   “You are strong boy, you will survive.” He responds, but he’s still unable to keep the edge of concern out of his voice. Shane hadn’t eaten anything today but one of the protein bars that the new nutrition coach was pushing on the team.

   Shane looks up at him and smiles halfway, face pale and drawn, and Ilya lets instinct take over when he walks over and rubs Shane’s back in the way Shane likes. He immediately relaxes between Ilya’s hands, tense muscles melting.

   “Think I’m just gonna go to bed early.” Shane mumbles, eyes closed.

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