heated rivalry fanfic depository

by Lila_Mac

by errantgods

At the penalty box, Shane grinds his jaw so hard his ear starts hurting. Then he remembers that ESPN caught one of his players using a homophobic slur in front of the most famous gay player in the league, flaunting Shane's authority as team captain in the process. His ears are ringing and he feels like a zoo animal, but he catches Scott Hunter’s eye for long enough to say, “I’m sorry,” then averts his eyes.

When Hunter says nothing, Shane looks back up long enough to see the guy bracing himself to say something pitying, and Shane would rather die, so he cracks a joke first. “So what d’you think? Most dramatic way to come out in the NHL? Or do you still have me beat?”

by queerteaoop

The camera is zooming slowly in on Shane, sitting on a bench in a locker room with his gear most of the way on, starting to lace up his skates. There’s a steaming hot coffee in a paper cup and a donut set neatly on a napkin on the bench beside him. Text appears in the space above the items and proclaims: Extra fuel, for when it’s time to cream Boston.

by strawberrv

Something Ilya did not study in English were the forbidden words. Slurs, in English. Why would he? He knew the big ones that he should ‘be careful to not even rhyme with when there’s a camera on him,’ said the Bears’ PR manager, so he didn’t, and that was that.

by LiarsandThieves22

"What could Hollander possibly need with Boston social media lady?” Rozanov asked.

“Shane’s in love with her,” Hayden said.

Rozanov’s face did something very weird.

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Or: after becoming a bit obsessed with solving the Mystery of Boston Lily, Hayden thinks he finally has it figured out. She must work for the Boston Raiders. Now all he has to do is find her next time he's in Boston and tell her that her and Shane shouldn't have to hide their relationship.

by acb132

In a quiet cafe at the Ollympic Village in Sochi, Shane Hollander asks his friend from high school a question that changes everything.

"How did you know you were gay?"

by notwritinganovel

Shane releases what feels like his first exhale in forever—Ilya Rozanov, taken out by the common flu. Not ignoring him. Not ending anything. Still, the knot in his chest doesn’t ease completely with the vision of Ilya unwell and alone in Shane’s head. JANE Are you at your house? LILY Where else, Jane? JANE Don’t fall asleep. I’ll be there soon.  LILY No, am sick. I told you.  JANE I heard you. I’ll be there soon.

by HollowIsTheWorld

by animeboysruinedmylife

“Which one is yours?”

Shane scans the ice for his daughter’s jersey number. Ilya had been really smug about it when they brought it home. She has your last name, Hollander, he’d said, let her have my number if she wants. Is better, anyway. 

“That one,” he says, pointing at the clump of white jerseys. “Number 81. Mila.”

“Oh you’re Mila’s dad!” The woman looks delighted. “I’m Maddie’s mom. Jane.”

She holds her hand out, and Shane has to bite back a grin. He takes her hand.

by CorvidCordelia

“It’s Rozanov, they’re bringing on Rozanov,” he said in a rush. For a long moment, Shane couldn’t hear or process anything. The world had narrowed then expanded too fast, like he was falling. At some point Hayden started talking again, but he couldn’t understand him. There was only the darkness overhead and the ringing in his ears. “Shane? Shane, you still there?” The words filtered through slow and muddy, echoing. Shane’s mouth was dry, his tongue thick, but he managed, “Yeah. I’m here.” “Okay. You’re not gonna have a panic attack, right? Cause that would be bad probably, for your head I mean, and I just think—” Shane stopped listening again. Rozanov was coming to Montreal. He’d be in the same locker room, skating on the same ice, living in the same fucking city.

by whyyesindeed

When Shane reluctantly agreed to kick off his MLH career with a photoshoot, he imagined, somewhat vaguely, a hockey uniform and some dramatic lighting on the rink. Shoot a few pucks. Pose intensely. That kind of thing. The marketing agency, apparently, had other ideas.

by PikoCurious

A decade ago, Ilya Rozanov’s attempt to get the quiet, strait-laced Montreal captain alone after a CCM photoshoot ended in failure. Since then, their rivalry on the ice has only grown fiercer, especially after Ilya joined Ottawa, bringing the fight to Shane’s home town.

Now, after a brutal attack and attempt on his life, Shane Hollander needs somewhere to lie low… Of course the only safe place to hide out in the entire city is at his rivals ridiculously fortified home.

Can Shane survive the Russian menace long enough to discover who’s really trying to kill him… or will the man he’s spent years hating be the death of him in the end?

or,

by Airuna

“We do not say anything about the Hollander situation,” LeClaire tells them even though it sounds like he’s already resigned to what he knows is going to happen.

After all, Roz gets extremely mad whenever it’s brought up. Not that Cliff can blame him, he’s pretty sure that Roz liked Hollander before this (wouldn’t chirp him half as much if he didn’t). Finding out that he’s such a bastard must sting.

Not to mention that Roz does not mess around with people that disrespect girls. Or women. Or kids. Or dogs. Or the elderly (excluding Scott Hunter). Or really anyone, if it’s for petty stupid reasons.

“Of course,” Cliff agrees for both of them since Roz is still too busy texting someone.

It’s apparently not good enough for LeClaire because he asks, “Roz?”

“Just one second,” he answers without raising his eyes from his phone or stopping his typing. “Need to get my Jane to agree with something. She’s very stubborn.”

by PenAndInkPrincess

Shane should be here right now, should be in Ilya’s house. Ilya should be teasing him about being picky while going through delivery options for food on his phone. Shane should be discovering that Ilya has ginger ale in the fridge and the protein bars Shane mentioned liking in an interview in his pantry. He should be making out with Shane on the couch, sneaking a hand into his pants, teasing him about whether they can beat the deliveryman and arrive before he does. Shane was supposed to spend the night tonight, the Montreal team not set to leave until tomorrow afternoon because of potential bad weather in the morning. Shane should be fed and showered and ready to curl up in bed with Ilya tonight. But Shane is in a hospital.

And Ilya is here.

He pulls up Jane in his phone again. He presses call.

“Hey, you’ve reached Shane Hollander-”

Ilya closes his eyes and lets Shane’s voice roll over him.

by kookie

“Hollander,” Ilya urges, voice deceptively level. “Who did this to you?”

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Shane stumbles back to his apartment, bruised and battered, after a grueling night of patrolling Montreal as Spider-Man. He finds Ilya waiting for him on his bed, shirtless and cocky and woefully uncaring that Shane warned him not to come by tonight.

by shaneverse

+1 (617) 555-9214 [image blurred] thinking about u

+1 (857) 555-4473 i’m guessing this wasn’t meant for me

+1 (617) 555-9214 fuck.

by lorarawr

Ilya Rozanov is having a very good night. He’s scored a goal, his edges are perfect, and his chirping of the Vegas Golden Knights’ roster is reaching art-form levels of arrogance. But hockey is a game of physics and ruts in the ice, and it only takes one meaningless check in the third period for Ilya’s season to shatter in a single, sickening crack.

Three hundred miles away, Shane Hollander is forced to watch the replay in a silent equipment room.

When Shane finally breaks and calls Boston forward Cliff Marlow, he expects to be met with confusion or hostility. Instead, he finds that the Boston Bears have been keeping a secret for years— and Shane starts to realize the differences between Montreal and Boston span further than he was ever ready for.

What follows is meddling teammates who insist on doing laundry, PT that involves more sitting and standing reps than really feels necessary, and a boyfriend who is one research paper away from a medical degree. Plus, so much kale.