Babysitting Drunk Metros (7384 words) by mansikka Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Characters: Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander, Jean-Jacques Boiziau | J. J. Dagenais, Hayden Pike Additional Tags: POV Ilya Rozanov, Established Relationship, Drunk Shane Hollander, Protective Ilya Rozanov, Friendship, Conversations, Spoilers for Book 6: The Long Game (Game Changers) Summary: In another life, Ilya would be out tonight helping Shane celebrate his last game played for the team that drafted him. Instead, he is pacing his fiance’s house alone in search of things to do, just to kill some time. Or, he was. Now, he’s spending his evening babysitting drunk Metros. Fuck his life sometimes, honestly.
planes and plans (A Heated Rivalry Fanfiction)
Summary: Sometimes Ilya's plane crashes, sometimes so do Shane's plans. // What if the Centaurs' plane had actually crashed and no one had heard from them for a few days.
A/N: i might've forgotten how to post stuff on here.. lmao. have fun xx
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Ilya’s hand is still clutching his crucifix pendant through his shirt, murmuring prayers his mother taught him long ago hoping against hope someone would listen, when the plane drops again, stabilizing after a moment but only just so.
Someone is screaming for them to take up brace position and Ilya follows suit when he sees everyone around him put their head on their knees and grab their arms around their legs like the pictures in the emergency instructions he’s seen more times than he can count.
He never thought he’d need them.
The plane drops again, someone screams – maybe it’s him – then it tilts to one side and the other and for one brief moment Ilya thinks maybe, maybe they caught it now but then the falling sensation in his stomach is back and it doesn’t stop this time and there’s not really anything to do but to hold on and scream and pray and think of the one person he never wanted to leave like that. He knows the messages he sent aren’t enough, they never would have been, even if he’d had hours and days and months to put words together they could never have been enough but he hopes they’re something.
Just before he feels the impact and his knees painfully hitting his head he hopes his last words would give Shane something to hold on to.
Then the world turns black.
Chapters: 1/13 Fandom: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Characters: Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: POV Ilya Rozanov, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slice of Life, Spoilers for Book 6: The Long Game (Game Changers), Inspired by Heated Rivalry (TV), Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Domestic, Friendship, Family, Angst, Happy Ending, Depression, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Press and Tabloids, Intrusive Press, being outed
Summary: Ilya watches as, with shaking fingers, Shane presses something on his phone and turns it to him.
There is an article open. Ilya sees… a photo of him at Shane’s house in Montreal. A side by side comparison of them, wearing—sharing—the same shirts, and hoodies. Shane’s car driving through the gates at Ilya’s new house.
Shane hiccups, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“They figured us out.”
A year in the life of Shane and Ilya, if they had been outed earlier.
Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Characters: Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: POV Ilya Rozanov, Fluff, Spoilers for Book 6: The Long Game (Game Changers), Domestic, Hobbies, Character Study, (sort of), Soft Summary:
As Shane and Ilya navigate their lives after being outed, Ilya and his therapist decide he needs a hobby.
“I should be at practice,” Ilya says, remembering far too late, and attempting to move.
He’s not going anywhere. Firstly, his legs feel heavier than his arms did when he was on his back, and secondly, Shane has that determined look about him. The one that normally Ilya likes being on the receiving end of because it means very good things, but on this occasion means he’s in trouble—and not in any fun ways, either.
At least, he will be in trouble, if he doesn’t listen to him.
“I texted Wiebe. From your phone,” Shane adds, before Ilya can say anything or even have time to form a thought. “He says to rest up, and let him know how you’re feeling tomorrow. Judging by how you are now, you won’t be going anywhere for at least a couple of days.”
There is so much to do. So much he should be doing. Strangely, as Ilya slowly eats his soup, he can’t remember a single thing. He is beginning to realise that Shane is really here with him, though. Really sitting here on his bed with his hand resting on his thigh as he watches him eat.
“You’re here,” he says, quietly, in case it is saying these words out loud that make him wake up, leave him here alone again.
Shane nods. “I am.”
“...because I’m sick?”
“Because you’re sick.”
“But you should be in—“
“Where I should be, is right here, with you. You won’t take care of you when you’re like this, will you?” Shane says with a sweet smile that, were Ilya feeling less terrible, he might accuse him of being patronising. Not that it is, at all. It’s just them, to get a little dig in, sometimes.
Not right now, though.
“Maybe?” Ilya says, playing with Shane’s fingers.
“Ilya. You aren’t invincible.”
For the lovely @lieselsmain - I love how we continue to drag (lead? entice? scream at until it sticks?) each other into lovely new ships 😊 thank you so much for introducing me to this one!