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Something is wrong.
At least that's what Nikolai keeps saying.
Brandon is exhausted all the time, his scent is changing, food suddenly makes him sich and every day feels harder than the last. When a doctor's appointment confirms what he as secretly suspected for weeks, he finds himself faced with a reality he isn't prepared for.
Because Brandon isn't sure how to feel about it, and he's even less sure how to tell the man who means everything to him.
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When Rose asks to come over the second week they are in the cottage, Shane and Ilya have no idea how much their lives are going to change. For better or for worse... that's for them to decide.
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“You said both times were terrible.” Here, Ilya side-eyes Rose, “No offence.”
She snorts, “None taken.”
“Then how did you say… make baby?”
They both look at Shane, who fidgets under their gazes. He splutters. He sighs. He runs his hand through his hair. Then, he sighs again.
“The first time when I managed… to…” He talks to the cushion in his lap as he says this, “I was thinking of Ilya. It worked too well, I guess.”
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When it is Ilya that gets hurt instead of Shane, some things change...
But the important things? They stay the same.
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Tunnel Vision (My sweet Ilya) by 20finch876
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
17 Mar 2026
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Play was called and medics from Boston and Montreal rushed on. Shane could feel his heart beating out of his chest.
Get up Ilya, come on baby, get up.
He was stood waiting, trying so desperately to just seem like a concerned opposing player. When in reality Shane felt like his heart was being ripped in two. He had just about convinced himself to sit down, that Ilya would be back up with his cocky smirk in no time; then he saw the blood splattered on the ice.
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Ilya gets injured in a game against the Voyagers, and our poor anxious baby Shane goes to pieces. Everything is exposed on the ice and nothing will ever be the same again.
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One second Ilya Rozanov is flying down the ice with the wind in his hair and the puck in his control, almost certainly on his way to score the tying goal, and the next, he’s crumpling to the ground. He falls, slides limply until his body cracks against the boards, and lies terribly, unnaturally still.
Getting your bell rung by another player is one thing; it happens. Falling limp and heavy to the ice when no one’s even touched you is another thing entirely.