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Once outside, he leaned forward and put his hand against the cold stone wall. His phone was still to his ear, the message still recording. “Ilya. Please. Please. I can’t do this. I don’t know what to do. Please. You can’t be dead.” His voice broke on the word. “I love you. I love you so much. More than anything. I need to hear your voice. I need you to…I need you…I need you…fuck. Please Ilya, please.” Shane took the phone away from his ear and held it between both hands as though he were praying. He realized he was on the floor and didn’t know how he got there. He was crying. He was fairly certain he was hyperventilating. His brain was desperately trying to grab at anything. Any thread of logic. Any idea of what to do next. I have to see him. Yes. That made sense. Shane needed to get to Tampa. Now. He would go there. He would find Ilya. Ilya would be fine. They would be together. He would see him. Tell him how much he loved him. He had to go. He had to go now. *** OR: What if Ilya lost his phone during the emergency landing, Shane couldn't reach him, he panicked, and chartered a plane to Tampa to find him instead...
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Coming back to The Cottage after leaving the Hollander's, Ilya and Shane make Ilya's best day even better. ---- "This is mine, yeah? Say it's mine." "Yours," Shane gasped. "It's yours. I'm yours." "That’s fucking right." Ilya's voice was fierce, possessive in a way that made Shane throb. "You want more?" "Yes! Yes, please, need more! Need you!"
- Part 3 of Stolen Moments
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“Well,” Ilya said eventually, voice low and thoughtful. “Your mother did not murder me. I think this is success.” Shane huffed a quiet laugh before he could stop himself. “High bar.” -or- Shane’s coming-out goes wrong but he and Ilya survive. Later, they argue over who fell in love first. Spoiler: things get a little heated.
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There’s a problem with the plan. Shane hates spaghetti. But what he loves is Ilya calling him his boyfriend. That’s better than anything he’s ever felt before. Not even Ilya’s cock- wait. No. No, that’s... well, it’s a close second. Fifty-fifty. They say goodbye, and he drives them home (which is its own distinctly heavy topic of whose home belongs to whom) and they kiss as soon as they’re in the door and Ilya’s sliding inside not three minutes later and fucking him so, so good over his kitchen counter. And then he wakes up, and there are only seven days left. Shane thinks he probably hates the number seven more than he hates spaghetti.
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Should he grieve Boston? Probably. Loyalty was important, thank you very much, Yuna Hollander — but perhaps that wasn’t what this situation was. Boston felt like a stopping point for Ilya. Neutral ground, his saving grace, fresh off the plane from Moscow, finally separated from his family by an ocean they couldn’t afford to cross, not without his help. He was grateful to the city, to the Raiders and their fans, truly, deeply, but he owed them nothing. He owed Shane Hollander everything and more. (Or, Ilya at the cottage, and his final year in Boston.)
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the dirtiest clean I know by leaveanote
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
Immediately after talking to Shane’s parents, after putting the pasta leftovers in the fridge, Shane asks to be fucked without a condom. Ilya’s his boyfriend now. Suddenly, messy sheets don’t seem like such a bad thing. Back in the cottage, after putting the pasta leftovers in the fridge Shane’s giddy. He’s never felt like this before, like something’s unclenched its jaws from his heart. The world feels raw in the best way. His house feels different, the sun brighter, warmer. The scent of summer foliage, and him. They’ve been back in the cottage for all of two minutes, but Shane honestly can’t believe they still have clothes on. “Harder,” he tells Ilya, who whimpers and sucks at Shane’s throat, understanding Shane’s asking to be marked. For the first time, for what’s left of these two weeks, they don’t have to hide. Ilya runs his tongue over the bruise-tender skin and Shane’s eyes roll back, his entire body frissoning. “Oh my fucking God,” Shane says, face crumpling. He’s rock hard, rutting helplessly against Ilya’s thick, stupidly sexy thigh. “You like that?” Ilya murmurs, sucking hickey after hickey into Shane’s throat. Shane can only whimper brokenly in response. Ilya chuckles, and spanks him. A glut of precum pulses from Shane’s dick, soaking immediately through his briefs, damp against Ilya’s thigh. Ilya hisses a soft curse. “So pretty,” he bites out. “I love how wet you get for me.” Shane’s brain goes buzzy in the way only Ilya can make it. Ilya cups Shane’s ass in his hands and lifts him. Shane wraps his arms around his boyfriend—his boyfriend!—and lets himself be carried to bed. “Ilya,” Shane breathes. He presses his palm to Ilya’s cheek. “God, you’re so handsome.” Ilya smiles and almost blushes. Shane tugs him into a kiss. It’s hot but terribly tender, tears gathering in both their eyes, each soothing the other in turn. They take each other’s clothes off, hardly breaking the connection of their gaze. “I love you,” Shane says softly. The soft twitch of Ilya’s mouth, the brightness in his eyes as Shane says it. It’s everything. “I didn’t know…anything could feel this good.” “Me neither,” Ilya says, shaking his head. He looks like he might cry properly again, and like he doesn’t want to, so Shane pulls him into a filthier kiss. He hitches his foot around Ilya’s waist, dragging their hips together. Ilya throbs against him, the anxiety in his body ebbing easily into the heat Shane hoped for. “I was thinking,” Shane says. “You said you haven’t been with anyone in a while, and neither have I.” “Mm.” “Do—do you wanna, um. Without a condom?” Shane tries not to think about how red his ears have gone. “It’s not like you can get me pregnant.” Ilya groans low in his throat, rolling promisingly into Shane. ”Mmm. Let me try.” Shane snorts and swats at him, but presses the lube into Ilya’s palm and nothing else. Ilya looks at him, making sure it’s not just sexy talk. “You’re sure?” Ilya asks, pupils blown. His voice is like crushed velvet pressed to Shane’s cheek, and Shane can’t bear being empty a moment longer. He drags Ilya into a kiss he hopes is needy enough to convey that. “Make a mess out of me,” he whispers. “Please.” Ilya’s expression goes dark with lust, and Shane nearly cums on the spot. “Oh my God.” “You feel so good.” “Ilya.” Shane feels like Ilya’s fucking him for the first time all over again. Probably not least because Ilya’s eased him into a vulnerable missionary, which is not how they’d been fucking in the cottage before now. Ilya feels bigger like this. The hot skin of his thick, gently curved, perfect cock drags against Shane’s walls, nothing between them but the slide of lube to ease the way. Shane’s blushing, watching Ilya’s face twitch as he takes his pleasure in Shane’s ass. Shane can feel the wet drag of his thick head, the sweet skin of Ilya’s shaft Shane loves so much sliding deep inside him over and over. The obscene smack of his heavy balls against Shane’s cleft. Ilya cups his jaw. Shane opens on instinct, sucking Ilya’s fingers into his mouth, taking him in everywhere he can. “Fuck, Shane. You make me crazy,” Ilya says, his voice cracked straight through.
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“You don’t…?” Rozanov trails off. “You don’t remember?” “Nope.” Shane says, popping the ‘p’ sound. “Amnesia. Oh my god, when I woke up, Rozanov, I thought we were filming that commercial. Do you remember it? Apparently it was a long time ago but to me it’s today. Fucking crazy.” or, after Shane's injury he wakes up with no memories of his hockey career or of his relationship with Ilya.
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“I'm serious. We can’t just—what, you want us to dress up and wander into Times Square like idiots? To celebrate the New Year? In public?” “See?” Rozanov grins wider. “You already understand concept." “You are unbelievable.” “And you,” Rozanov counters, leaning in just enough to steal Shane’s attention again, “are very boring.” ---Shane and Ilya, in the middle of their will-they won't-they, ring in the New Year together.
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A rundown of Ilya's inner thoughts during the spooning sex scene the day after they confess their love for each other. Ilya's overwhelmed by Shane's mere existence and the enormity of his love for Shane, but Shane keeps him tethered to reality, where he is loved and wanted in ways that he could've never imagined.
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pretty blue streetlights and his brown eyes by byulelle
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
“Like you could even drive mine, Hollander. Too strong, too powerful for boring man like you,” he bellows, eyes sharp and smoldering. And the implication isn't lost on Shane. “You don't know that,” Shane scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Want to test drive then?” Ilya slides the key fob towards the space between them. When his vodka arrives, Shane's hand darts to grab the glass and downs it all in one go. “You take me,” he says through a grimace. “If I like how it…drives, maybe I'll buy it from you when I steal that Stanley from under your nose,” he mumbles before walking off towards said car. Ilya just cocks a brow up, amused. “Maybe I need to put a muzzle on you, Hollander,” Within the space of a hundred roaring sports cars, Shane Hollander finds his favorite ride.
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When they’re done, and Rozanov is leaving, after a few minutes spent close and basking in it, Shane realizes it was worth the wait. Or: 5 times Shane has to wait for Ilya, and one time he wants to.
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I’d like to make it with you by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
"God, Hollander. You are so… what is the word—?" "Boring?" Shane deadpanned with a knowing look. Ilya shook his head. "Vanilla." — Ilya thinks it's about time he and Shane started shaking things up in the bedroom. Now that they’re alone, unfettered from obligations to the hockey season, he wants to try new things.
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oh, how everything can change in such a small time frame by forrestdean
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-01
Ilya and Shane win their first Stanley Cup together. And celebrate it.
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Wanna be where I can feel you by mickeysmyheart
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
Ilya knew that being out and people knowing he and Shane are in a relationship would feel good but he didn’t realize just how good it would feel to be able to just do things with his husband and not care who sees them. Things like holding hands as they walk into a grocery store, dancing together at a party, being able to kiss Shane wherever and whenever he wants, and his new favorite thing— sitting in Shane’s lap. OR Ilya has a new found love for sitting in Shane's lap.
- Part 5 of Hollanov Prompts
- Part 5 of In a world post TLG
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Shane is a reporter for The New Yorker. Ilya works as a political consultant at the Russian Consulate. They’ve known each other since being rivals on the hockey team in college. It took a while for them to become friends, but since they have, the pair have gotten close. Very close. As their bachelor years dwindle, they decide to try to set one another up with their best girlfriends. It doesn’t go as they’d hoped. Or, Hudson inspired me to write a When Harry Met Sally AU. Happy New Year.
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Ilya wishes this could be easy for them, like back when they were kids, camping under the stars in Shane’s parent’s backyard. Things didn’t seem so big then, so terrifying. Ilya fell in love with Shane when he was 16 too, he found him boring and naïve and innocent, but he was also beautiful and endearing and he gave Ilya everything he didn’t know he needed. A friend, a companion, a partner, a family. He’d been with him through all the big moments in Ilya’s life, and no matter how hard he tried to fight it, he knew. Falling for Shane Hollander would always be inevitable for him. — Or Shane and Ilya meet a year before Heated Rivalry and Ilya spends two summers with the Hollanders before their rookie year. AU
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It was too much. Way too much. Ilya hitting his prostate with such force it felt like Shane was burning inside, as if the praise was helping anything. Shane’s eyes began to water as he hid his face in the crook of Ilya’s neck, back arching as he sobbed into his neck. “Fuhh—fuckin’—nngh…” Ilya huffed a laugh, more so a breath than anything and reached a hand down to Shane’s cock and started stroking it with every thrust. Shane quite literally screamed almost as tears slipped out and dug his nails into Ilya’s sides. Shane was making so many fucked out noises now, mixes of squeals like a girl would make and screams echoing off the walls. “Cmon baby, come for me, be a good boy I know you can.”
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To Be Remembered, Is To Be Loved by BrokenColors
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
Shane Hollander forgets his marriage. Ilya Rozanov doesn’t forget how to love him. As Shane recovers from a concussion that fractures his memories, the life they built together resurfaces in quieter ways. Through routine, touch, shared space, and an intimacy that refuses to disappear. Love, it turns out, doesn’t always need memory. Sometimes, it just needs time. -------- tl;dr - Hollanov's Amnesia AU in which Shane's last memory is July 2010, a.k.a the first time they hooked up in Toronto after shooting the commercial. Problem is, it is 2022, and they have been married for almost a year, but Shane cannot remember the past 12 years of his life with Ilya.
- Part 1 of To Be or Not To Be
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it's more than a dream, it's more than desire by EmberGlows
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-01
“If you wanted to be more… dominant. With me. I would…” Shane was sure his flush was spreading away from his cheeks down his neck and towards his chest. “I would like that. I would really like that.” He was barely aware he’d screwed his eyes shut in flustered embarrassment until Ilya, after a moment of silence, murmured his first name again. Shane opened them, dragged his eyes towards the screen, and felt his mouth go dry. Ilya was rubbing his fingers thoughtfully against the seam of his plush lips. His eyes looked dark, lust obvious. “You like being submissive for me, Hollander?” Of fucking course Ilya would know that word. Ilya had another day left in Moscow. Shane couldn’t stop thinking about him. (Or, oddly enough, Wayne Gretzky.)
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He felt Rozanov’s eyes drag over him lazily, uncaring that Shane was watching him. He’d never been looked at like this, with such…hunger. It made his stomach flip but he did not close his shorts-clad legs even when he felt Rozanov’s eyes drift lower then lower still. His eyes didn’t waver, didn’t flinch at the lack of a bulge that they both knew should have been there. —- Shane Hollander is the first transgender gay hockey player in the league and absolutely no one can know but Ilya Rozanov seems like a good secret keeper.
- Part 1 of Trans!Shane Hollander
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