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Your Soul Dances In Mine by Anonymous
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
23 Apr 2026
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At 12, Ilya Rozanov stands by his mother's bed, watching her die with their hands still intertwined. He watches as her soul leaves her body, promising to never leave him alone.
At 17, Ilya Rozanov stands outside the rink in Saskatchewan, watching a cute boy with freckles extend a hand out for his mother, their souls inevitably intertwined. He watches as he heads toward his parents's car, promising to meet with him after the tournament.
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A soulmate AU canon retelling with Irina's soul there, guiding them through life.
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“I don’t know Hayd, he’s been really nice to me,” he shrugs, “We have stuff in common, it’s always fun to hang with him, and he even does my econ assignments without me asking, which I still think is over the top but–”
“Ilya Rozanov does your what?”
or: Shane sucks at Economics, and Economics major Ilya goes out of his way to help.
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Shane doesn’t realize he’s braced for silent eyes until he feels the absence of it — the weight of teammates immediately finding him and going quiet, waiting for him to fuck up, to say the wrong thing, to exist wrong. He expects the chatter of a room to drop when he enters and its disconcerting to find it doesn't yet in Ottawa.
He stands at the entrance a beat too long.
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It’s the start of Shane Hollander’s first season in Ottawa and he should be settled. The Centaurs are friendly, the room is easy, and Ilya is finally close enough to touch. But, as Shane is intimately aware of, old habits learned the hard way will linger.
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- Part 1 of After the Whistle
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Ilya being Shane’s new roommate is just a coincidence. Falling in love with him, though, is not.
Or, a Friends to Lovers featuring: cheesecakes, post-its, trash TV, Disney movies, angst, the right amount of miscommunication and Jackie. Somehow, it’s always thanks to Jackie.
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“I’m sorry,” Shane chokes, closing his eyes. Rozanov draws his hand, pulling Shane’s with it, to his face and wipes his cheeks.
“There is nothing to be sorry for, любовь моя, it is okay,” Rozanov murmurs, tugging at Shane’s hair again. Shane exhales, letting him clean his cheeks. “You got overwhelmed, yes? It happens.”
“I can’t be fucking normal,” Shane says quietly, whining, head falling back, pressing into Rozanov’s hand.
“No, if you were fucking normal, you would not be my Shane.”
// shane is a liar, and he's tired of it all. his life falls apart, and he finds that he doesn't actually mind.