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[emmy-hollzy]

quick note! this is a spam blog for a fanfiction universe based around my ocs in the heated rivalry universe. all work should be taken as (fan)fiction and interacted with accordingly.

read at your own discretion. warnings are available at the start of each post. see below for general universal warnings.

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warnings: angst, character death, grief, eating disorders, body dysmorphia, mental health struggles, internalised homophobia, homophobia, slight racism, parental neglect, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, dead dove DO NOT EAT

“We didn’t have the same childhood Shane. We grew up in the same house for a while but we didn’t live the same life. You were always the first choice, especially after joining the NHL. I was moved out at ten and never wanted to move back in even when I had the chance to. Did you ever think why that was? Mom and Dad raised you. Aunt Jena raised me.”

she wasn’t supposed to be here, she wasn’t supposed to stay in ottawa when the family moved for shane’s career, and she definitely wasn’t supposed to be left standing in a dark rink at fourteen because her ice dance partner decided he’d rather be a hockey bro.

now she suddenly has to figure out her place in the world, in the sport that she's loved since she could walk. the crushing weight of a family that only sees the puck, and the literal blood, sweat, and sequins it takes when nobody is watching. and the slow-burn realization that her "perfect" brother has been hiding the exact same secrets she has.

2013

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

final a/n: this story may be partially published on other platforms under @muxshwriting . THIS IS STILL ME, I AM NOT STEALING CONTENT FROM ANYONE BUT MYSELF :}