An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 11/11
Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Original Characters, Alexei Rozanov's Daughter, Svetlana Vetrova, Sasha | Ilya Rozanov's Coach's Son
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Magical Realism, Shapeshifting, Magic, Curses, Cursed into the Form of a Dog, Curse Breaking, Missing Persons, Urban Legends, Shane Hollander is Retired from Hockey, Shane Hollander Writes Hockey Biographies, Ilya Rozanov is a Menace, Investigative Journalism, Ilya Rozanov Haunts the Narrative, shane's narrative specifically, suicidal ideation/attempt, Happily Ever After, ilya disappeared off the face of the planet after the draft and shane took that personally, befriending the weird feral dog that keeps hanging around your rental, accidental pet acquisition, that turns into accidental boyfriend acquisition, shane investigates ilya's fifteen year cold missing persons case and falls in love with him all over again, Discussions of Suicide
Summary:
It’s the most famous cold case in hockey history. Up-and-coming Russian phenom Ilya Rozanov mysteriously vanishes the summer before his rookie season. Despite extensive police work, no trace of the young superstar is ever found.
Shane Hollander remembers Ilya Rozanov. Better than most. And now, several years retired and with two highly successful hockey biographies under his belt, he’s taking a crack at the mystery that’s haunted his own career with strings of what-ifs and memories revisited so often they’ve softened like old cotton.
Perhaps now, with the long eye of perspective between him and those memories, he can unravel the short lifetime of the man poised to become his biggest rival and best kept secret. Travelling to Russia he searches for stories and the answers they hold.
If only this damn dog that’s apparently a local cryptid would stop raiding his trash cans.
It has wandered this place for years. It knows every stream, every hill, every tree. Every pale, flat face in the place of straight lines. It does not know this face.
But it remembers dark eyes and star-dots across the cheeks.
It cannot remember its own name.
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