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Ilya thinks he plays hockey. Why else would he be in Canada? Why would he befriend a hockey star, Shane Hollander? Ilya must be an MLH hockey player. And a good one, too, if he's still in Canada, some ten years after being drafted. He guesses Shane is his teammate, they are friends, close friends probably, and Yuna loves him so much that he is like a second son. She cried at his hospital bed and everything. He has a family here, in Canada. Ilya Rozanov, at twenty-eight, is a very lucky man.
Or: Ilya wakes up to find out that all his dreams came true.
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11 Mar 2026
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On June 24th, 2022, during game seven of the Stanley Cup finals, Ilya Rozanov takes a skate blade to the thigh and bleeds out on the ice.
The next morning, Shane wakes up in his husband's arms. It's June 24th again, and Ilya is still alive.
Now Shane just needs to figure out how to keep him that way.
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Or: Shane gets stuck in a time loop.
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- Part 16 of my anonymous heated rivalry fic
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11 Mar 2026
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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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11 Mar 2026
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At the corner store, the guy asks what brand of cigarettes Shane wants. Shane has never paid enough attention to Ilya’s cigarettes to notice a brand name; he asks for Marlboro, because at least it’s a name he knows.
At home, on his balcony, he cracks the pack and lights one. The smell curves towards him slowly, diffuse in the city air.
He closes his eyes. If he focuses, it’s three months ago and he’s sitting in Ilya’s bed and Ilya is resting his chin on Shane’s shoulder. Stay, he’s murmuring. I am not done with you yet.
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Or: Shane has a thing about smells.
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- Part 18 of my anonymous heated rivalry fic
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10 Mar 2026
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“I made a mess,” Shane says, barely above a whisper, the words sticking around the lump in his throat. “It’s fucking. Gross, Rozanov, it’s so disgusting.”
“Hm,” Ilya says, considering, looking down at Shane’s dick where it’s lying hard and flushed and untouched across his stomach. “Not gross enough to go soft?”
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10 Mar 2026