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the soviet montage

Heated Rivalry (TV), Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, E, 79k, complete

by pressuretoparty

"You have to come to the locker room. Now."

Shane frowns. Holds up his notebook. "I'm busy."

"Forget that, man. It's all over the news. Ilya Rozanov just defected from the Soviet Union."

or the 80's hockey au i wrote in a feverish haze during holiday break after watching too many documentaries 😪

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the art of the happy birthday text

or - 1k of Ilya Rozanov wishing Shane Hollander happy birthday over the years. (for Shane Week Day 1 and also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHANE HOLLANDER!).

Shane received his first ever happy birthday text from Rozanov deep into the 2014-2015 playoffs.

Lily: do u have snap Lily: i have present for birthday boy ;)

Shane scoffed. People around him were already shouting his name, trying to get his attention in the split second it had taken for Shane to check his phone.

Shane should ignore him. But as the dumb smile started to grow on his face, he knew already he wasn't going to.

Shane: fuck off im not downloading that brain dead app Lily: ok And then of course the next thing Shane saw was Rozanov's completely hard dick. Lily: your present Shane: oh my god. what the fuck is wrong with you. Shane: freak Lily: birthday boy should get what he want the most in the entire world. :ь <3 opportunity to ogle at my big dick <33333

Since Shane was pathetic, his heart, against all odds, had melted at Rozanov's words. What he wanted most in the entire world huh?

Shane: What "birthday boy" wants most in the entire world is to see the stupid look on your face when Montreal wins the fucking cup Lily: ))) good maybe you can finally catch up 💨💨 Shane: oh FUCK YOU!!!!! Lily: ❤️😘

"Hollander!" someone shouted.

"Coming!" Shane responded. It wasn't until he turned off his phone did he realize he'd been smiling the entire time.

****

Montreal eliminated Washington by Game 6 at 2016's Eastern Conference finals.

His teammates cheered all around him. "Hollander" became a rallying cry as they lifted him into the air, carrying him and showering him with sloppy showy kisses on the face when they set him down.

Yet, more than anything, Shane's adrenaline, his joy, made him zero in on his duffel, his phone--

He braced himself for the possibility that Rozanov didn't care. He braced himself for the possibility of an empty, quiet phone, and told himself to not let it ruin his victory.

Yet his heart sang anyway when he saw the notification.

Lily: good game. you always play beautiful. Lily: happy birthday Hollander ❤️

Shane checked the time stamp. Rozanov had sent the text right after the game finished.

He had been watching the entire time.

The implicit confirmation of attention gave Shane an extra bit of confidence.

Shane: what. no dick pic this time???

Lily: oh. do you want?

Shane blinked. His thumbs hovered over the phone.

Shane: ... no.

No response. Shane didn't want the conversation to die here. He bit his lip, and charged forward.

Shane: .... do you want to... text... tonight though??? After I'm back from celebrating with the guys??

Lily: text?? 😏 about what??

Shane: dickhead. come on. Lily: champions should know how to ask for what they want.

Shane grinned. His teammates chatter faded around him.

Shane: sext. i want to sext. happy??? Shane: i was trying to be coy because sext is a stupid word. Lily: you schedule sext. very adorable. very boring. Shane: shuttup. Shane: ... i just want to make sure it's a sure thing. is all.

Text bubble popped up. Then dropped. Then popped back up again.

Lily: i am always a sure thing, Hollander. Shane: LMFAO. don't be an asshole.

Lily: ... for your hole?????? i am ALWAYS sure thing ;)))))

Shane: 🙄 kys Lily: 😘😘😘 see you tonite

Five months later Rozanov invited him to his house. He made him food, asked him to stay, and looked at Shane with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

Shane gasped all the things he couldn't admit to himself against his lips.

Ilya.

His name clung like heartbreak to Shane's lips, his tongue.

Shane wasn't stupid enough to do this to himself.

So he only had one option.

He ran.

He started dating Rose two weeks later.

****

In 2017, New York won the cup.

Scott kissed a man on TV.

Two days later, Shane celebrated his twenty sixth birthday.

It was a small affair. J.J. and Hayden dropped by his parents' house. Hayden brought Jade and Ruby with him, which put Shane in a good mood, even though Hayden kept looking apologetic when they shrieked and pulled the grass up on his parents' well manicured backyard.

"Thank god you're not their age anymore," Yuna groaned. David raised his beer in commiseration, and with a smirk Yuna clinked her wine glass against her husband's Heineken.

Shane was about to take a photo of the girls -- who looked precious in their fairy costumes and David-mandated Hollander birthday party hats-- to send to Ilya, when --

Lily: Happy Birthday Shane.

Shane felt his heart swell in his chest as he read the next couple messages.

Lily: I miss you. Lily: ... I am excited for summer.

Shane smiled, unbelieveably fond. Instead of saying anything back, he sent the photo of the Pike children running around in his backyard.

He captioned the photo with another text.

Shane: us in July. lol. Lily: .... we wear dresses and fools hats? Shane: no. shit. like happy. and outside. Shane: idk. it was a stupid joke. Shane: forget it.

Lily: no, i am getting shane hollander alone in the middle of the woods. i want to see him in a pretry dreas

Shane: fuck you, asshole.

Shane bit his lip. He took a deep breath.

Shane: ... i miss you too. Shane: I'm excited to see you. Shane: I'm really, really happy you said yes.

****

In the 2017-2018 playoffs, Montreal knocked Boston out by Game 5.

When Ilya showed up at Shane's apartment not but four hours later, Shane dragged him through the doorway. The two of them grabbed at each other, Ilya not even letting Shane get to the bed before he pushed him down onto the floor and opened him up, the two of them panting ragged in each others mouths as Ilya lined himself up soon after and thrust once, twice. Too fast, too desperate, just as Ilya was about to come he grabbed Shane's dick and jerked him off, frantic and crazed, as the two of them finish, collapsing into each other.

They laid on that floor for what felt like hours.

"Hey," Ilya murmured. His hand was buried in Shane's hair. The two of them stayed wrapped up in each other on Shane's living room floor. "Happy Birthday."

The next part, quieter.

"I love you."

****

May 10, 2019

Lily ❤️: Happy birthday моя любовь Lily ❤️: I miss you.

****

May 10, 2020

Lily ❤️: Happy birthday моя любовь Lily ❤️: I love you. Lily ❤️: I miss you.

****

They spend Shane's 45th birthday in Aruba.

"Ugh," Shane grumbles. He side-eyes a gay couple further down the beach from them with their tongues halfway down each other's throats. "Kids these days have no decorum."

Ilya sips loudly at a pink drink with an umbrella in it. "How dare they," Ilya drawls. "Do they not know is hockey legend Shane Hollander's birthday? Kiss somewhere else."

"Seriously," Shane scoffs, being entirely earnest. This makes Ilya laugh, a joyful sound that lifts Shane's mood. Shane cuts him a mischievious glance. "We should show them up."

Ilya raises his eyebrows. He says the next part in Russian. "Retirement has made you dangerous my love," he smirks. "You aren't scared tourists or papparazzi will catch us?"

Shane smiles at Ilya. In the glare of the setting sun, he leans in, winding his hand into the strings of his husband's board shorts. Ilya wraps his lips tighter, hotter, against the lip of his ridiculous straw, eyes hooded with intention.

"Who cares," Shane announces. "It's my birthday."

He whispers the next part against his husband's lips. "I can do whatever i want."

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welcome to the family

Heated Rivalry (TV), Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, E, 32k, complete

Part 3 of winners!verse (but can be read as a standalone!)

by pressuretoparty

"We are actually so fucking washed," Shane bitches. "I'm never getting better and you are stuck on a losing team that sucks. Everyone is going to forget about us."  "Don't make me trip you," Ilya says, calmly. "Let's do another lap." 

"No," Shane barks. Ilya raises his eyebrows.  Shane refuses to accept this. This perpetual cycle of suck. When he invited Ilya to his cottage almost four years ago now, he didn't expect their relationship to turn into their fucking burial ground. 

Shane finds himself grounded in Ottawa for the foreseeable future. With his newfound free time, he hangs out with his family, eats Costco Rotisserie chicken, and whips Ilya Rozanov back into a champion.

or: 30k of me treating the hollander family hockey mafia with the same level of seriousness, absurdity, and chaos as like... the sopranos.

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ballad of the bisexual terminator

Heated Rivalry (TV), Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Svetlana Vetrova/Ilya Rozanov E, 12k, one-shot

by pressuretoparty

Ilya Rozanov finds himself stuck between two great loves.

Or: partying and pining in New York, situationship-era flirting, and semi-ironic marriage pacts. Just a day in the life of Ilya Rozanov!

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not to be a cornball but i am actually in tears as @organic0ranges did what i can only call a downright beautiful job binding the soviet montage and winners-verse. the books were so thoughtfully put together and so so so spot on with the imagery, motifs and aesthetics i'd imagined for both works. i cannot put into words how much this means to me seeing my writing like this 🥹🥹🥹🥹

usps getting this to me so fast was such a great way to start my week. more details also up on their ao3!!

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yeah i made jane and lilya ballet dancers sorry i couldn't help myself

for @hollanovaweek!!!!! thanks y'all for hosting!!!!!!

1k, T, hollanova ballet!AU

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Jane bursts into the locker room, panting uncontrollably, and as if her day can't get any worse Lilya Rozanov is leaning up against the wall with a fat smile on her face.

"You're late, soloist," she says.

Lilya isn't wrong. Jane is very, very late. She already missed opening remarks, which is probably where they announced her promotion. The entire locker room has already cleared out, everyone's street clothes thrown haphazardly in every which corner, which only makes Lilya's continued presence even weirder.

She's fully dressed in leotard, tights and all, so Jane shudders in horror at the realization that Lilya had probably sat there, doing something as stupid as missing the first five minutes of class, just so she can confront Jane.

"Jesus Christ," Jane says, deadpan. "You actually have no life."

Jane throws her backpack into her locker and starts stripping post-haste. As she does, Lilya hops off her perch against the wall, slowly closing in Jane.

"I had to see it for myself," she drawls. Jane tries not to feel too exposed as she attempts to undo her cargoes in the least suggestive way possible. "I thought I was the only corp the company was promoting, so you can imagine my surprise when I hear the good news," she sighs. "Sweet little Jane, chasing after me again. I am so surprised. Look, this is my surprised face."

"You got me," Jane says, kicking her sneakers off, successfully avoiding eye contact with Lilya as she got ready. "Everything I do is about you."

Out of her street clothes, she yanks her hair back into a severe bun, and attempts to head out the door.

Except--

"You're blocking my way," Jane says, resigned.

Lilya pulls herself to her full height. Jane would never admit this out loud, but Lilya has a very nice body. Elegant, muscular, strong, all exuding an easy sexuality. Jane on the other hand had bent and shaped and molded her body to ensure her lethality as a ballet dancer, and anything that took away from her form, her athleticism, had been scraped off her silhouette with years of toning and practice.

What that means is that her body lacks any distinctive personality, whereas Lilya's begs you to look at it.

"And you," Lilya says, gleefully. "Are looking at my chest again."

Jane snaps her eyes up. Shit. She tries to play it cool, even as she feels blood rush to her cheeks. "Oh please, you wish." Nailed it.

Jane tries to maintain indisputable eye contact when she speaks with Lilya next. "If you do not get out of my way right now, our teacher is going to have a Category 5 meltdown," she lifts her chin up, defiant. "And if he does, I am taking you down with me."

Lilya stares her down for three more seconds, before she sighs and steps out of Jane's way.

All at once, Lilya's interest in Jane ends.

And when Lilya gets bored of someone, they feel it right away.

Without even a glance in Jane's direction, Lilya pushes the locker room door open, and heads to company class.

****

Jane doesn't catch Lilya after class ends, a flash of unruly blonde hair spilling over her back as she yanks it impatiently out of its bun. So, she thinks that Lilya is done with her for today, and that they can go back to ignoring each other.

Except when Jane is eating lunch, stabbing mindlessly at he salad, Lilya slides next to her at her table.

"Do you know this means the two of us are the youngest soloists in Metro City Ballet history?" she says, apropos of nothing.

"Wow," Jane says, not even looking up from her chickpea salad. "That's crazy."

Lilya blows a fat raspberry, bored, before she starts again. "So were you late to class?"

"The train."

"You ride the train everyday," Lilya says, "and you are on time. I ask you why you are late this morning."

"You are interrupting the flow state of my chickpea salad."

"Oh come on," Lilya easily closes the distance Jane forces between them. With a firm shove, she moves Jane's salad bowl out of the way. "Fuck your chickpea salad. I want to know what made the perfect Jane Hollander not only miss her own soloist announcement, but blow the first five minutes of class."

Jane throws her hands up in the air. "Oh my god," she snaps. "Why do you care so much?"

Jane's rising annoyance seems to only encourage her further. "It's just not like you."

You know nothing about me. Jane wants to throw in her face. Instead, Jane proceeds to have an out of body experience where she sees herself, eating, sitting, and conversing with Lilya Rozanova over lunch. She frowns. "Hey, what's going on with you?"

Lilya blinks, feigning innocence, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"What's your angle?" Jane hisses. "Are you really this upset you aren't the only soloist that got promoted? Are you trying to like, screw with me?"

Lilya hums. "You sound... what is the word... paranoid, Jane."

"Don't bullshit me," Jane throws back. "You know and I know you aren't just doing this out of the goodness of your heart."

"As the two of the youngest soloists in company history," she says, saccharine. "We should stick together."

Jane hates it when people waste her time. She especially hates it when someone who made her as miserable as Lilya did her first year at the company wastes her time. There's a cruelty that only Lilya brings out of her, and it spews out of Jane, uncontrolled.

"You know what I think?" Jane says, low. "I think it's eating you up inside that once again, you weren't the only one," she smiles. "Even worse, out of everyone they could've picked, they picked me."

Lilya's attitude falters, and Jane can't help but feel a sick swoop of joy at the sight. But quickly, Lilya ignites.

The way she always does when Jane bests her.

"I"m not worried about you," Lilya says. "Is one thing to be good enough to impress whatever director you batted your eyes at. Is another thing entirely to be the only dancer no one can look away from," she smiles then. "You of all people should know. I see how you can't tear your eyes away from me."

With that, she swings up, and she looms over Jane. Jane glares at her, having no real comeback, because what she said was true.

"They may have promoted you," Lilya continues. "But i am going to make sure you never get a lead role or solo as long as we are in the same company," Lilya's smile grows colder. "But hey, nothing you shouldn't be already used to, right?"

Jane matches Lilya's shark-like smile with her own. "You can certainly try your best."

Lilya stalks off. Jane glares at her back, visible through her low slung top.

This season is already off to a great start.

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a winner at heart

Heated Rivalry (TV), Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, E, 32k, complete

by pressuretoparty

Ilya laughs. He finds that once he starts, he can't stop. He laughs at the fact that he's in France with Shane Hollander. He laughs at the fact he's Shane Hollander's boyfriend. He laughs at the fact that he gave up Moscow for a better life, only to end up in fucking Ottawa.

also fondly known as the 30k ilya erectile dysfunction fic 👍 set two years after season 1 finale.

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chapter 3 spy!au out.... NOW!!!!!!