Like playing on the same team and occasionally the same line is amazing. They are so in sync and can keep up with each other - it's great!

So a year when the league decides to make them captains of different teams at the All Stars one year, makes both Shane's and Ilya's competitiveness goes brrr. Fuck the Stanley cup - they both have never needed to win as badly as they do that weekend.

And All Stars is just for one weekend - at the end of it, they go back to being teammates. So they savour this opportunity be rivals if only for a short while.

And I don't want it to be nice! Like during their hook up era and their somewhat long distance relationship years, they were so desperate to enjoy the scant hours they could together, that it turned into explosive sex.

So I want explosive hockey - dirty hits and plays, checks into the boards that make the glass crack. I want the broadcasters hoping the mics don't pick up the sound as they scream every curse word in 3 languages they know at each other, Ilya making chirps at Shane that go low, and Shane replying with stats and exact times when Ilya made embarrassing mistakes. I want them to be yelling at goalies and breaking sticks in frustration. I want the audience to be genuinely concerned about the state of their marriage.

Hell I want them to drop gloves and tussle a bit. Like Ilya's team are up by 1 towards the end of the game, and Ilya is being his cocky asshole self, and makes some joke that makes Shane see red. He has dropped gloves and his fist is mid-swing towards Ilya's chin before he even realises he is going to punch HIS HUSBAND!!! And it's too late to stop.

Luckily Ilya is used to provoking hockey players into taking a swing, so is able to dodge enough that Shane hits his shoulder instead. But then Ilya's own instincts kick in and before he knows it he's got Shane's collar in a fist.

They whole scuffle just dissolves into pushing and screaming at each other.

Did you really just take a swing at me, Hollander?!

Well, I wouldn't have if you weren't being such a dick!

So I beat you in a game and you decide to just punch me instead?

You haven't won yet asshole! Plus that last goal shouldn't have counted! That ref is just blind to your team's obvious goalie interfer-

And the whole stadium just stops cause whoa. These are the first husbands of hockey. They spend their interviews and social media posts talking how much they love each other. Wtf is even happening?

Eventually their teammates wake up and gently pull them away from each other.

But then they confuse everyone further - bc after the game they just go back to normal without a word said about it. Ilya is ducking into Shane's team locker room when the game is done and they go back to fluffy lovey dovey nonsense.

Oh moya lyubov, you were so good out there!

Not as good as you babe. Congrats on the win

Yes yes, but that your goal in the first period? soooo sexy

Yuna, Harris, & Farah team up against them and force them to record a video explaining that yes they are ok, no they don't hate each other, their marriage / home life is perfectly fine, but the game just got away from them.

My first Heated Rivalry fic!

Summary: Because people have always asked about the first time he met Ilya—what it was like, how it felt—and he could never find the right words. It had felt important. Momentous. 

When things were still casual between them, he told himself it was because Ilya was his rival. That they were just sizing up their opponent, nothing more. Ignoring the way his body had gravitated towards Ilya’s presence, even back then.

So the first time Jackie had teased, “Love at first sight, huh?” He had gone along with it. It had never felt quite right, but it was close enough.