"I need..." "Tell me." "You. I need you."

Heated Rivalry sideblog, Jo (she/her) 🌈, 35+, fanfic writer

[inmyhollanovera]

My Fics

Multi chapter:

"Find Me When I Make Sense": Canon divergence after the tuna melt scene, angst, Shane gets engaged, WIP, E

Oneshots:

Labour Day Weekend: Rose comes to visit Shane and Ilya at the cottage. Ilya is coping fine with his jealousy, 5.3k, M

"A Man With A Plan": Shane had a whole plan to ask Ilya something, fluff, humor, 1.6k, G

"Evenly Matched": Ilya and Shane reminisce about the beginnings of their relationship while watching a documentary about their rivalry (post S1, alternate scene from The Long Game), 3.4k, M

[inmyhollanovera]

Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Yuna Hollander, David Hollander, Alexei Rozanov | Andrei Rozanov, Grigori Rozanov Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Teammates Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Humor, Fluff, Smut, Light Angst, Ilya lives with the Hollanders, Idiots in Love, Found Family, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Sickfic, Practice Kissing, Boyfriends Summary:

Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov are thirteen years old when they meet at a hockey summer camp. Somehow, the socially awkward boy and the sad, lonely Russian kid who barely speaks any English drift towards each other. What could have stayed a fleeting encounter changes into something completely different when six years later, the two of them not only find themselves as rookies on the same team but also living together under one roof. Soon, it looks like Yuna Hollander's plan of housing the other rookie on the team so her son can make a new friend might be working quite well. Perhaps even a little too well, seeing as certain lines quickly get a little blurry...

[russianblush]

even more shanebug sightings!

[pov-rosie]

All the little kisses Ilya gave Shane — a full compilation.

[welurklate]

LOVERS AND FIGHTERS

[grapehyasynth]

I just know Shane loves nuzzling into the crease under Ilya's tits

[hollanovs-ilya]

I need... What? You know. Tell me. You. I need you.

[ok-notgood-probablybad]

I hope they never figure anything out

[inmyhollanovera]

Fate Or Something - Chapter 8

Shane wipes his fingers under his eyes when he finally pulls back. “You have to let me do it, Ilya,” he says, his voice trembling slightly. “Everyone can see it’s me. But… if I can clear your name by telling them it’s another person, I have to try. Maybe I can even… you know… say it’s a woman.” Ilya hates everything about this. And yet, he forces himself to consider Shane’s suggestion. Only to reach the same conclusion. “No.” “Ilya…” “No! I don’t want you to lie for me. And… I don’t want people to think you’re in love with someone else.” The words are out before Ilya can stop himself. Now that they are, he feels himself blush (and panic). “I mean…” he tries again, but really, what can he say? It’s true. As idiotic, unreasonable, career-threatening and life-impacting as it may be.

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[handsywoman]

HUDSON reacting to Connor speaking languages 😍😍😍

req by @reheatedrivalri

[toppingilyarozanov]

[tinylilhollander]

The night before Shane might win his third Stanley cup, Ilya sends him the clip of his Stanley cup win.

Confused, Shane immediately calls him.

"Is this some new and unique way to psych me out before the final, Rozanov? I didn't know you had money on Detroit."

"No, I am sending for a good reason," Ilya laughs. "I know it sucks for us that when you win all your team will be kissing their girlfriends and Pike will be making out all gross with Jackie, and we will not be able to. So, I wanted to show you exactly where I first kissed the cup. It was on the top, right over where it says Ottawa 1905, left of where it says 'Challenge Cup'. I remember because I did this on purpose. We weren't anything then, but I was thinking of you. I couldn't help thinking of you. So if you kiss the same place, it will be a little like we are sharing a kiss. And only we will know about it."

And Shane feels the air clean knocked out of his lungs and the back of his throat get tight, as he barely gets out, "Baby, that's... Thank you. I don't know what to say. I love you so fucking much. I'll make sure you see our kiss, okay?"

"I will be watching. I love you, My Shane. Go show the world why Shane Fucking Hollander is the goat, okay?"

On the night Shane wins his third Stanley Cup, he kisses their spot on the cup, thinking only of Ilya, and longs for a day where he can pull him onto the ice like Scott did with Kip.

On the night Shane wins his fourth Stanley cup, he hoists the cup into the air with his captain, they both kiss the same spot on the trophy, and then in front of the world, on his home ice, Shane Hollander kisses his husband, and it feels like a promise fulfilled.

[argillaforma]

shane and ilya as tumblr text posts part 1 of probably many

*sorry about the quality tumblr turns everything i do into 2 pixels :/

[shilyas]

ilya's hand(s) here...

[inmyhollanovera]

Fate Or Something - Chapter 7

“I think maybe we should stop,” Ilya says. Shane’s breath catches in his throat. “What?” The comedown back to reality is brutal. “This is… not good.” Ilya’s eyes are focused somewhere below Shane’s chin. “Oh.” Shane’s fucked-out brain is having trouble kicking into gear again. “The sex?” Maybe Ilya has finally gotten tired of sleeping with him. Ilya’s lips twitch and he huffs out a breathy laugh. “No.” The smile fades and he lifts his hand, finger gently trailing over Shane’s cheekbones. “The sex is very good. But… Maybe too good.” Shane frowns. “What… what do you mean ‘too good’?” “I…” Ilya sighs. “I don’t know.”

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[inmyhollanovera]

Fate Or Something - Chapter 6

“Did you flirt with that woman at the reception desk? Cause that’s what it looked like from here.” “Of course I did.” The doors close and Ilya is met with a pinched expression on Shane’s face in the mirror. He grins. “I gave her some money too.” “Why did you drag me all the way down to witness that?” Shane asks testily. “Is this your idea of… you know…” He lowers his voice as if he’s afraid that people might hear him. While he’s on an elevator with not a soul beside Ilya around. “…foreplay?” Ilya smirks. “You are jealous.” “I’m not… I’m not jealous.” “Yes. Yes, you are. You are jealous.” “Fuck you.” “No, fuck you. Is our plan, right?” Pink blooms on Shane’s cheeks. “Right.”

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[lucylehane]

someone said in the tags on a prev post that ilya looks like a virgin here and I can't unsee it