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Fandom: Heated Rivalry

Title: Hollanov House Hunting

Author: Nite Storm

Rating: G

Summary: Short One Shot Hollanov are House Hunting.

#hollanovfanfiction #HeatedRivalryFanFic #HollanovHouseHunting

House Hunting

Ilya and Shane each have several prime properties they once called home before they were married, but now wanting that one, they can truly call Their Home.

A blend that doesn’t dilute either but creates a truly warm home, adding to the stress is to find and be settled in before their wedding that is only ten months away.

In Canda with Margo, their realtor, they reach the third house of the day, Shane tries to be polite with the not so appealing choices.

Margo mid‑sentence about the striking natural‑stone fireplace that anchors the open‑concept of the main living, dinning and kitchen area Ilya’s phone buzzes and he instantly answers Yuna facetime request.

She practically explodes onto the screen, excitedly needing to show her boys the prime property that her realtor Simon is showing her.

“Are you looking? Are you both looking? Oh my god just look.” Yuna excitedly spews flipping the phone camera around, with excitement, giving them sweeping views of cozy but spacious open‑concept.

Ilya leans closer to the screen, eyebrows lifting. “Yuna . . . wonderful.”

“It’s a rare find, private but close to amenities semi easy commute to practice and stadium.” Yuna excitedly spews as Shane steps into frame just enough for Yuna to see the look he’s giving her.

“Mom,” Shane whines, the word stretched out, half‑pleading, half‑accusing.

“You promised you were gonna butt out of the house hunting. We want to do this on our own.” Shane whines.

There’s no real heat behind it, just that familiar frustration of a grown man who knows he’s been outmaneuvered by the woman who birthed him.

“If Margo can help so can Simon . . . just look.” Yuna points out.

Yuna’s smile only widens, unbothered, because she knows exactly what she’s doing and exactly how much she can get away with.

“She’s not wrong.” Ilya snorts not even pretending to hide how much he agrees, as Shane presses against his back to see more of the crazy quick tour.

Trying to piece together fragments a doorway flash by, wood trim, maybe that was a hallway, then the phone swings left, catching warm wood flooring. Before another quick swing, and suddenly there’s large, beautiful windows, bright enough to blow out the exposure for a spilt second.

With the fast cheerful orbiting of the first floor the phone finally comes to a rest back on Yuna standing in the spectacular kitchen with a beaming smile.

“Let’s set up a tour.” Yuna suggests, already picturing them walking through the rooms together instead of through her phone.

Ilya doesn’t even try to hide how quickly he latches onto the idea. “Yes,” he says, almost too fast, the relief in his voice unmistakable.

Four days of trudging through listings with Shane’s painfully boring realtor, Margo, has drained every ounce of enthusiasm out of him.

There’s something about the place, Yuna is glowing, even through the dizzy phone tour he feels like there something he wants to take the time to look at.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Just as Yuna explained, set fiveish miles from town, high-end, move‑in ready, residence offers the perfect blend of convenience and retreat. Positioned in a prime yet peaceful pocket on the outskirts, the property provides quick access to everyday amenities while preserving privacy and quiet.

The moment the door swings open, the space announces itself not with grandeur, but with intention. High ceilings lift the room without making it cavernous, and the open flow draws the eye forward in one long, effortless sweep. Nothing about it feels cookie‑cutter. Every line, every finish, every choice looks like someone cared enough to pick this instead of settling for default.

Layered lighting glows from multiple sources sconces, recessed lights, a sculptural pendant, creating pockets of brightness and shadow that make the rooms feel alive at every hour.

There are inviting corners everywhere. A window seat tucked beneath a broad casement window. A reading nook carved out beside the fireplace.

In the master suite, a small alcove that’s like it’s been waiting for someone to fill it for a cozy late‑night conversations or early‑morning quiet.

Luxury is present in the craftsmanship, the materials, the flow, but never tips into sterility. Comfort is present in softness; warmth the balance is so natural it feels like the house is breathing with them.

The home warmly wraps around them, not like a showpiece, but with a promise that they are Finally Home.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Notes: A Big Shoutout to Google search realtor sites for helping me with explaining rooms, may have gone a little overboard 😊

A Big Thanks to the picture for inspiring this mess I’m calling a one shot.

Cheers,

Nite Storm

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Fandom: Heated Rivalry

Title: Hollanov House Hunting

Author: Nite Storm

Rating: G

Summary: Short One Shot Hollanov are House Hunting.

#hollanovfanfiction #HeatedRivalryFanFic #HollanovHouseHunting

House Hunting

Ilya and Shane each have several prime properties they once called home before they were married, but now wanting that one, they can truly call Their Home.

A blend that doesn’t dilute either but creates a truly warm home, adding to the stress is to find and be settled in before their wedding that is only ten months away.

In Canda with Margo, their realtor, they reach the third house of the day, Shane tries to be polite with the not so appealing choices.

Margo mid‑sentence about the striking natural‑stone fireplace that anchors the open‑concept of the main living, dinning and kitchen area Ilya’s phone buzzes and he instantly answers Yuna facetime request.

She practically explodes onto the screen, excitedly needing to show her boys the prime property that her realtor Simon is showing her.

“Are you looking? Are you both looking? Oh my god just look.” Yuna excitedly spews flipping the phone camera around, with excitement, giving them sweeping views of cozy but spacious open‑concept.

Ilya leans closer to the screen, eyebrows lifting. “Yuna . . . wonderful.”

“It’s a rare find, private but close to amenities semi easy commute to practice and stadium.” Yuna excitedly spews as Shane steps into frame just enough for Yuna to see the look he’s giving her.

“Mom,” Shane whines, the word stretched out, half‑pleading, half‑accusing.

“You promised you were gonna butt out of the house hunting. We want to do this on our own.” Shane whines.

There’s no real heat behind it, just that familiar frustration of a grown man who knows he’s been outmaneuvered by the woman who birthed him.

“If Margo can help so can Simon . . . just look.” Yuna points out.

Yuna’s smile only widens, unbothered, because she knows exactly what she’s doing and exactly how much she can get away with.

“She’s not wrong.” Ilya snorts not even pretending to hide how much he agrees, as Shane presses against his back to see more of the crazy quick tour.

Trying to piece together fragments a doorway flash by, wood trim, maybe that was a hallway, then the phone swings left, catching warm wood flooring. Before another quick swing, and suddenly there’s large, beautiful windows, bright enough to blow out the exposure for a spilt second.

With the fast cheerful orbiting of the first floor the phone finally comes to a rest back on Yuna standing in the spectacular kitchen with a beaming smile.

“Let’s set up a tour.” Yuna suggests, already picturing them walking through the rooms together instead of through her phone.

Ilya doesn’t even try to hide how quickly he latches onto the idea. “Yes,” he says, almost too fast, the relief in his voice unmistakable.

Four days of trudging through listings with Shane’s painfully boring realtor, Margo, has drained every ounce of enthusiasm out of him.

There’s something about the place, Yuna is glowing, even through the dizzy phone tour he feels like there something he wants to take the time to look at.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Just as Yuna explained, set fiveish miles from town, high-end, move‑in ready, residence offers the perfect blend of convenience and retreat. Positioned in a prime yet peaceful pocket on the outskirts, the property provides quick access to everyday amenities while preserving privacy and quiet.

Layered lighting glows from multiple sources sconces, recessed lights, a sculptural pendant, creating pockets of brightness and shadow that make the rooms feel alive at every hour.

There are inviting corners everywhere. A window seat tucked beneath a broad casement window. A reading nook carved out beside the fireplace.

In the master suite, a small alcove that’s like it’s been waiting for someone to fill it for a cozy late‑night conversations or early‑morning quiet.

Luxury is present in the craftsmanship, the materials, the flow, but never tips into sterility. Comfort is present in softness; warmth the balance is so natural it feels like the house is breathing with them.

The home warmly wraps around them, not like a showpiece, but with a promise that they are Finally Home.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Notes: A Big Shoutout to Google search realtor sites for helping me with explaining rooms, may have gone a little overboard 😊

A Big Thanks to the picture for inspiring this mess I’m calling a one shot.

Cheers,

Nite Storm

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