heated rivalry fanfic depository

a collection of heated rivalry fan fiction

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Two Wrongs Don't Make a Right

by errantgods

At the penalty box, Shane grinds his jaw so hard his ear starts hurting. Then he remembers that ESPN caught one of his players using a homophobic slur in front of the most famous gay player in the league, flaunting Shane's authority as team captain in the process. His ears are ringing and he feels like a zoo animal, but he catches Scott Hunter’s eye for long enough to say, “I’m sorry,” then averts his eyes.

When Hunter says nothing, Shane looks back up long enough to see the guy bracing himself to say something pitying, and Shane would rather die, so he cracks a joke first. “So what d’you think? Most dramatic way to come out in the NHL? Or do you still have me beat?”

Hunter snorts so hard he almost overbalances, then looks at Shane like he’s lost his fucking mind. “I think we don’t need to talk.”

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Best Served Hot

by queerteaoop

The camera is zooming slowly in on Shane, sitting on a bench in a locker room with his gear most of the way on, starting to lace up his skates. There’s a steaming hot coffee in a paper cup and a donut set neatly on a napkin on the bench beside him. Text appears in the space above the items and proclaims: Extra fuel, for when it’s time to cream Boston.

Dunkin’ Donuts puts Ilya in an ad campaign. Tim Hortons responds in kind. After years of on-ice rivalry, this might actually be the thing that causes the hottest point of contention.

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Ilya Rozanov's Free Rhinoplasty Service

by strawberrv

Something Ilya did not study in English were the forbidden words. Slurs, in English. Why would he? He knew the big ones that he should ‘be careful to not even rhyme with when there’s a camera on him,’ said the Bears’ PR manager, so he didn’t, and that was that.

Except, now they were saying something about Hollander in the locker room.

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a simple case of mistaken identity

by LiarsandThieves22

"What could Hollander possibly need with Boston social media lady?” Rozanov asked.

“Shane’s in love with her,” Hayden said.

Rozanov’s face did something very weird.

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Or: after becoming a bit obsessed with solving the Mystery of Boston Lily, Hayden thinks he finally has it figured out. She must work for the Boston Raiders. Now all he has to do is find her next time he's in Boston and tell her that her and Shane shouldn't have to hide their relationship.

Problem is, the only person he can find is Ilya Rozanov, and Rozanov is being a real dick about the whole thing.

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It Takes a Village

by acb132

In a quiet cafe at the Ollympic Village in Sochi, Shane Hollander asks his friend from high school a question that changes everything.

"How did you know you were gay?"

Alternatively, Shane gets help figuring out his sexuality a little earlier, and from someone who's not exactly Rose Landry, movie star...

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is it the same for you?

by notwritinganovel

Shane releases what feels like his first exhale in forever—Ilya Rozanov, taken out by the common flu. Not ignoring him. Not ending anything. Still, the knot in his chest doesn’t ease completely with the vision of Ilya unwell and alone in Shane’s head. JANE Are you at your house? LILY Where else, Jane? JANE Don’t fall asleep. I’ll be there soon.  LILY No, am sick. I told you.  JANE I heard you. I’ll be there soon.

Or, Ilya’s sick and Shane wants, and wants, and wants. 

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Freedom4Lily

by HollowIsTheWorld

BREAKING NEWS: MHL star Shane Hollander photographed on his phone while out with his team in Las Vegas after a win, and the texts that can be seen suggest Montreal's 'Golden Boy' of hockey may not be the catch he's always appeared to be... [read more]

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The Hollander Line

by animeboysruinedmylife

“Which one is yours?”

Shane scans the ice for his daughter’s jersey number. Ilya had been really smug about it when they brought it home. She has your last name, Hollander, he’d said, let her have my number if she wants. Is better, anyway. 

“That one,” he says, pointing at the clump of white jerseys. “Number 81. Mila.”

“Oh you’re Mila’s dad!” The woman looks delighted. “I’m Maddie’s mom. Jane.”

She holds her hand out, and Shane has to bite back a grin. He takes her hand.

“Shane,” he says, shaking it. “Nice to meet you.”

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Half Agony, Half Hope

by CorvidCordelia

“It’s Rozanov, they’re bringing on Rozanov,” he said in a rush. For a long moment, Shane couldn’t hear or process anything. The world had narrowed then expanded too fast, like he was falling. At some point Hayden started talking again, but he couldn’t understand him. There was only the darkness overhead and the ringing in his ears. “Shane? Shane, you still there?” The words filtered through slow and muddy, echoing. Shane’s mouth was dry, his tongue thick, but he managed, “Yeah. I’m here.” “Okay. You’re not gonna have a panic attack, right? Cause that would be bad probably, for your head I mean, and I just think—” Shane stopped listening again. Rozanov was coming to Montreal. He’d be in the same locker room, skating on the same ice, living in the same fucking city.

Three years after Shane broke it off (not that there was anything to break off), he gets a concussion and the Metros bring in Ilya to fill in for him. A breakup and makeup fic inspired by Jane Austen's Persuasion.

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Into the Woods

by whyyesindeed

When Shane reluctantly agreed to kick off his MLH career with a photoshoot, he imagined, somewhat vaguely, a hockey uniform and some dramatic lighting on the rink. Shoot a few pucks. Pose intensely. That kind of thing. The marketing agency, apparently, had other ideas.

A plane flight gone wrong, a desperate crash landing, and suddenly hockey’s two brightest young stars find themselves stranded in the heart of the Canadian wilderness. With no way home and no rescue coming, they only have one hope for survival -- each other.

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One eye on the target, two bricks on the throttle

by PikoCurious

A decade ago, Ilya Rozanov’s attempt to get the quiet, strait-laced Montreal captain alone after a CCM photoshoot ended in failure. Since then, their rivalry on the ice has only grown fiercer, especially after Ilya joined Ottawa, bringing the fight to Shane’s home town.

Now, after a brutal attack and attempt on his life, Shane Hollander needs somewhere to lie low… Of course the only safe place to hide out in the entire city is at his rivals ridiculously fortified home.

Can Shane survive the Russian menace long enough to discover who’s really trying to kill him… or will the man he’s spent years hating be the death of him in the end?

or,

Ilya saves Shane from a mugging in a parking lot, and then saves him from himself.

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#DontYouDareFuckingFreeMe

by Airuna

“We do not say anything about the Hollander situation,” LeClaire tells them even though it sounds like he’s already resigned to what he knows is going to happen.

After all, Roz gets extremely mad whenever it’s brought up. Not that Cliff can blame him, he’s pretty sure that Roz liked Hollander before this (wouldn’t chirp him half as much if he didn’t). Finding out that he’s such a bastard must sting.

Not to mention that Roz does not mess around with people that disrespect girls. Or women. Or kids. Or dogs. Or the elderly (excluding Scott Hunter). Or really anyone, if it’s for petty stupid reasons.

“Of course,” Cliff agrees for both of them since Roz is still too busy texting someone.

It’s apparently not good enough for LeClaire because he asks, “Roz?”

“Just one second,” he answers without raising his eyes from his phone or stopping his typing. “Need to get my Jane to agree with something. She’s very stubborn.”

Or. My take on the 'their text leak and now everybody thinks that Shane is an abusive bastard' premise. Featuring Ilya giving a presser, Marly realizing in real time who 'Jane' is and the internet reacting to the craziness.

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tend(er)

by PenAndInkPrincess

Shane should be here right now, should be in Ilya’s house. Ilya should be teasing him about being picky while going through delivery options for food on his phone. Shane should be discovering that Ilya has ginger ale in the fridge and the protein bars Shane mentioned liking in an interview in his pantry. He should be making out with Shane on the couch, sneaking a hand into his pants, teasing him about whether they can beat the deliveryman and arrive before he does. Shane was supposed to spend the night tonight, the Montreal team not set to leave until tomorrow afternoon because of potential bad weather in the morning. Shane should be fed and showered and ready to curl up in bed with Ilya tonight. But Shane is in a hospital.

And Ilya is here.

He pulls up Jane in his phone again. He presses call.

“Hey, you’ve reached Shane Hollander-”

Ilya closes his eyes and lets Shane’s voice roll over him.

(canon divergence in which shane getting injured happens during a game in boston) (...which means shane then gets to go home with ilya to recover)

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Freak of Nature

by kookie

“Hollander,” Ilya urges, voice deceptively level. “Who did this to you?”

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Shane stumbles back to his apartment, bruised and battered, after a grueling night of patrolling Montreal as Spider-Man. He finds Ilya waiting for him on his bed, shirtless and cocky and woefully uncaring that Shane warned him not to come by tonight.

Lying to the world is one thing. Lying to Ilya, the one person he truly trusts, is another.

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typing...

by shaneverse

[phone] [image blurred] thinking about u

[phone] i’m guessing this wasn’t meant for me

[phone] fuck.

or: Shane Hollander receives a thirst trap from an unknown number - and absolutely should not reply, especially considering how much he and Ilya Rozanov can’t stand each other in real life.

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How Leo of you (with a Scorpio touch)

by lorarawr

Ilya Rozanov is having a very good night. He’s scored a goal, his edges are perfect, and his chirping of the Vegas Golden Knights’ roster is reaching art-form levels of arrogance. But hockey is a game of physics and ruts in the ice, and it only takes one meaningless check in the third period for Ilya’s season to shatter in a single, sickening crack.

Three hundred miles away, Shane Hollander is forced to watch the replay in a silent equipment room.

When Shane finally breaks and calls Boston forward Cliff Marlow, he expects to be met with confusion or hostility. Instead, he finds that the Boston Bears have been keeping a secret for years— and Shane starts to realize the differences between Montreal and Boston span further than he was ever ready for.

What follows is meddling teammates who insist on doing laundry, PT that involves more sitting and standing reps than really feels necessary, and a boyfriend who is one research paper away from a medical degree. Plus, so much kale.

Or: The one where Ilya breaks his leg, the Bears decide they love Shane Hollander, and everyone argues over who gets to be who in NHL 18.

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Is this thing on?

by ARustySpork

“They need to return to a conference based system,” Svetlana said, slamming her hand against the table. “It was fucking fine the way it was, why are we handing out participation trophies to shitty divisions?”

Ilya raised his eyebrows from where he hovered in the kitchen, cracking open another Red Bull.

“This is fun,” he said, deadpanned. “You guys should start a podcast or something. I would not listen, you are both terribly boring.”

* * *

Or, after an injury on the ice forces Shane into an early retirement, he and Svetlana start a podcast.