Tag "Hockey" - Works and Original stories

The plane in emergency mode. Ilya in hero mode. “The Centaurs” in desperate sincerity mode. Shane in “I choose you” mode.

Only one of us can stand at the top, but we will always be there together. We will climb until we are beyond anyone's reach, but always side by side.

Gooseflesh, jealousy, heavy choking air. No sense denying it, envy floods in fast enough to drown every drop of blood. Old loyalty, ruined and obsessive, stretched razor-thin.

Levi couldn’t miss the moment she stepped off the ice. It was impossible not to notice her. Mikasa didn’t shuffle off the rink like a clumsy fledgling still growing into its wings. No, she exploded off the ice, sending hundreds of sparkling ice shards flying. She always removed her helmet mid-stride, her short, tousled hair falling messily, sticking to her flushed face.

Shane decided to anger Ilya and put on stockings.

Cute AU: where Ilya and Shane are sworn enemies in public, constantly teasing each other on the ice, but in private, they are lovers who support and comfort each other.

childhood, adolescence, youth, and love against trauma.

The first in this season game between Boston Bears and Montreal Voyagers on the home arena TD-Garden in Boston. Captains come to the centre, bent to the face-off. Bears has a new “C” – Ilya Rozanov, same as Voyagers – his eternal rival Shane Hollander.

Five times Ilya and Shane realized that a t.A.T.u. song perfectly reflected their feelings — and one time they understood that they each heard its meaning differently. Because a song speaks to everyone in their own language.

I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you’re not around. And the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Spending time among elderly men, elegant ladies, and wealthy elites did little to flatter Elian—even if the gathering was held in his honor. An award for his modest—or perhaps not so modest—person. So when a message from his boyfriend arrives, he leaves without hesitation, driven by feeling, a pounding heart, and trembling anticipation in his fingers. His rule of “always keep a cool head” fades the moment he gets into a taxi and gives the hotel address.

“Believe me, in Russia this day is practically Doomsday. If you come home without flowers or sweets, you no longer have a home,” Rozanov frowned and turned the phone screen towards himself. “When I was a kid, I got tons of valentines from girls. But even a little version of me, would envy that one you gave me.”

“You’re losing it. That’s insane to say…” “You’re dirty. And you make me dirty, Shane Hollander.”

Lost on the ice? Get ready to lose in the hotel room. No rules. No mercy. No clothes.

The Centaurs’ plane lands safely, but Shane doesn’t learn the news immediately. Instead, he is forced to internally endure the perceived death of Ilya right in the middle of a high-stakes game against Washington.

Daniel loves two things the most: friends and hockey. She is ready to spend the entire bonus money just to be allowed to go to the ice rink for another hour, and then drink the hated bitter black tea that Spencer clumsily brewed. Friends do anything for each other, but as it turned out, this "anything" was needed again.