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Ilya picks up on the third ring, breathing heavily into the phone. Shane hears a door slam shut through the device. “Do not yell at me.”
Shane stares at the half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table. “You suck.”
“I suck? I scored hat-trick! In your stupid body! I have not eaten in six hours, Hollander. I have not pissed. I have not laid down. I want to go home.”
“Rozanov–”
“Your mother has called twenty times. Your manager has called thirty times. Your father text me picture of crossword puzzle and ask for help. Clue is about American President from the 1980s. I cannot help!”
OR: the hollanov bodyswap fic.
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- Part 3 of cjo + hr
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He’s already in the room, shutting the door behind himself as quietly as he can before he realises that not only is there someone other than Shane in the room, but there are three someones other than Shane.
And, as if he hasn’t already fucked up spectacularly, the someones happen to be the Hollanders and Hayden fucking Pike.
// or; Ilya visits Shane in the hospital and meets his parents. He's traumatized and grieving, everything hurts, and Shane takes after his mother.
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i keep closing my eyes, but i can't block you out by alpinelakegirl
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
02 Jan 2026
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A rewrite of episode four and what happens afterward.
“Well yeah,” Shane said, his voice took the slightly bratty tone that Rozanov loves. “You keep your house cold as shit.” This made Rozanov burst out laughing. He went towards his dresser to pull out a hoodie. He pauses as he sees Shane’s perfectly folded outfit settle neatly on the wood. He lets a small smile cross his lips within the privacy his back has provided from Shane. Like in every piece of clothing Rozanov has ever had the luxury of peeling off of Shane’s body a neat S.H. was written on the label of Shane’s jacket. He was about to toss an old CCM sweatshirt to Shane when a different one caught his eye. The team had got them this year, they were black with the Boston Bear’s logo in yellow. The hoodie was branded with Rozanov’s number and last name on it. The thought of Hollander, Montreal’s and the NHL’s golden boy, wearing his name did something to him. I guess he didn’t care that Shane was a hockey god, the only thing he cared about was the fact that in a few moments he was going to see Shane wearing his last name. Something he couldn’t let himself dream of.
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“Hayden felt sick as he saw Shane glance between them and his own phone in J.J.’s hand, taking in what was probably his worst nightmare playing out right in front of him. Because Hayden could see it, within seconds, the way his face closed off, went blank, like he knew exactly what was happening because he’d been dreading it for so long.
But his eyes, fuck, his eyes showed everything even as he went very still. The bone-deep profound terror was all there.
Hayden wanted everything to stop, he wanted to shove J.J. out of the room, shove himself out of this situation, shove Shane out of harm’s way.
“Why the fuck is Rozanov sexting you?”
Hayden wanted to shove the shirt Shane hadn’t had time to put on in J.J.’s fucking mouth.”
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