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Shane really hopes that Hayden doesn’t notice the shirt that he is currently wearing, which is slightly too big and comforting in a way that Shane can’t quite describe. Or the outside world crashes in on them again when Hayden shows up at the cottage.
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He and Rozanov were trying to find common ground wherever they could, and right now that meant drinking Russian vodka with only an ice cube or two to soften the blow. It wouldn't be his drink of choice, usually, but he was making a concerted effort here. For Shane. For Shane, he tells himself, every time Roz is an unrepentant asshole. Which is to say, anytime he opens his fucking mouth. or hayden and ilya are basically friends now, even if they're not very friendly about it
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Hayden accidentally infects the entire team with head lice from his kids. Shane passes it on to Ilya, who has no idea what “lice” means in English and completely freaks out. A short, cute story set before the cottage, full of love, fluff, and a little reflection on what it would be like if they were actually together. PS: You most likely don’t have lice, so don’t panic if your head starts itching after reading this! Mine definitely did Shane stood under the hot spray of the shower, smiling to himself. Last night with Ilya had been unreal. Montreal had beaten Boston 4–2, which had left Ilya absolutely furious afterward, and that ending in the angriest, best sex Shane had ever had. And after that, the best sleep of his life, tangled up next to him. Shane tilted his head back and let the water run down his face, dragging his fingers through his hair. He scratched hard. God damn it, his scalp itched like crazy. Maybe he was allergic to the new shampoo. Fuck that organic stuff, he should just brought the normal stuff. He shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it tight around his hips. Just as he stepped out of the bathroom, his phone started blowing up. Lily: You are cute when you come Lily: Thanks for last night. Excited to see you lose next time 😘 Shane snorted. Asshole. He was about to type something back when a new notification popped up. Hayden: I am so sorry guys. Please don’t kill me. JJ: What did you do? Arthur: If you say norovirus again, I swear to God. We play against New york tomorrow. Hayden: I talked to Coach. He’ll tell you what to do. Arthur: You’re scaring me. Hayden: Jade and Ruby have head lice. I have head lice. And we all shared that helmet for pictures earlier this week… yeah. I’m so fucking sorry. Shane’s stomach dropped. His scalp itched harder. Head lice? He’d never had head lice in his life. Wasn’t that a kid thing? Could you get sepsis from it? Could it spread to—God, he didn’t even know. Another notification came in. Coach: Everyone to the locker room ASAP. I’ve called in hairdressers and the team doctor. We’ll handle treatment today. If you want to buzz your head, today’s the day boys. I’m sending instructions for what to do with bedding, clothes, towels—everything. Shane stared at his phone. Fantastic. *** The locker room was chaos. Laughter echoed off the tiles. Half the guys had already buzzed their heads; others sat on folding chairs with shower caps pulled tight over their hair, taking selfies and laughing like this was some kind of prank. How were they so calm? “Hayden, this is your fault!” someone yelled. “My wife says I’m sleeping on the couch for a month!” “I’m sorry, David!” Hayden shouted back from the showers. “Jackie’s baking brownies for everyone!” Shane made his way over. Chairs were lined up near the showers, guys combing through hair and applying treatment with help from the team doctor and hairdressers. Hayden sat in one of the chairs, looking like a kicked puppy. “Shane! Over here!” Hayden said. “I’m really sorry, man. I know you hate this stuff. But it’s harmless if you treat it right.” “Yeah, yeah,” Shane muttered. “At least I don’t have hair like Jonas.” He nodded toward Jonas, who sat stiffly while a stylist worked through his long, thick dark hair. Jonas had been traded from Ottawa last summer and had sworn not to cut it until he won a Stanley Cup. Hayden winced. “You think Boston Lily’s gonna be mad at me?” Shane shot him a look. “What? No, I, What…” “Shh. It’s fine,” Hayden said. “You left early, you were glued to your phone all night, smiling like an idiot. Acting like you do when Boston Lily is in town.” “Hush,” Shane said, face burning. Fuck. Ilya. His thick, blond curls. Their heads on the same pillow. Skin to skin. Shane definitely had lice. Which meant… Oh god. The media would eat this alive if it got out. The Montreal Voyageurs with lice. And if Ilya had it too…
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5 Times Ilya Was Confused by a Canadianism by ARustySpork
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-02
+ 1 time he completely understood
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When Ilya is injured mid-season, Shane is across the continent and barely holding it together. Shane’s parents step in while he does his best to rush to Ilya’s side. And Shane has to figure out how to protect his relationship amongst all the speculation. A canon divergence set during The Long Game / Role Model.
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5 times Ilya Rozanov ruined his Shane Hollander’s “good boy” image & the 1 time he does it himself.
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Love You in the Dark by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-02
Shane Hollander returns from his rendezvous with Rozanov wearing a gutted expression and a shirt that isn’t his.
OR: Hayden Pike finds out the truth. Sort of.
A/N: Title from the Adele song.
- Part 2 of My Moon
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Centaur WAGs Chat by yourlocalgarbagebag
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-02
Ilya gives away “Jane’s” number for the Centaur WAGs group chat. Inspired by please leave a message by subcorax Upon Ilya’s signing with the Centaurs, the first order of business to attend to was the WAGs group chat. “Do you have anyone that you might want to include? I can send her number over to my wife, Cassie.” Boodram explained. Ilya couldn’t help the smirk that crossed over his face in that moment. “Yes. There is someone…” ••• Cassie added ###-###-####. Cassie: Hey everyone! This is Jane. She’s Ilya Rozanov’s WAG? Cassie: Sorry. Zane didn’t really specify what the situation was with you two, but apparently Ilya said it was okay to add you here? Shane was going to kill Ilya later. Staring at the open “Centaur WAGs” chat, he wasn’t even sure what to say in this situation. The truth? Jane: Ilya and I have been dating for a while, but we’ve been a thing for much longer. Jane: He gave you my number to add here? Cassie: Well, he gave it to my husband so that he could give it to me, but yes! Welcome! No matter the situation, we’re excited to have you. Lisa: Hi Jane!! I’m Lisa, Wyatt Hayes’s wife. It’s nice to meet you! Caitlin: Glad to have you! I’m Evan Dykstra’s wife, Caitlin. Selena: I’m Selena— Nick Chouinard’s wife. It’s so exciting to have someone new! You’re with a good bunch. Promise. The whole thing was interesting. He appreciated the added outlet— in the least— considering how Hayden had little interest in speaking about the intricacies of his relationship, and how Rose was usually too busy to talk much. Maybe it had been done with the intent of getting on his nerves, but perhaps Ilya had done him a favor, after all. Jane: It’s great you meet you all. A WAGs chat will be a new experience for me. Shane wouldn’t tell them that that was because he was usually the player over the partner. Of course, he also wouldn’t mention that he was neither a “wife” nor “girlfriend.” Cassie: Most of the time, we just talk about the boys and what our lives are like as their partners. It can be stressful, can’t it? Hopefully, we can provide you a good space to open up and release that stress! That was easy enough. Shane was often stressed out by how little he and Ilya’s schedules overlapped throughout the season— although, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat guilty as a contributor to the problem. A part of him felt as if he was out of his element, so he decided to text an expert in the subject. Shane: Ilya had me added to the Centaur WAGs group chat. What do I do? Jackie: He did??!!! Jackie: I thought you guys were still keeping things under wraps! Shane: He introduced me as “Jane.” It’s the name he has for me in his phone, since we have to be careful about who we’re caught texting and calling. Jackie: Hm. Okay. Jackie: Well, just play it cool! The girls will probably talk about hockey and the boys and their own experiences as WAGs. Do your best to contribute, and don’t be afraid to have fun! I love the MTL WAG chat. It can be a super fun community! Jackie: Put yourself out there, Shane. This will be good for you! How often do you get to talk about you and Ilya as a couple? Jackie was right, just as she always was. His attention was captured by another notification from the Centaur WAGs chat. Lisa: How do you feel about Ilya’s transfer to Ottawa, Jane? Lisa: I know there’s certainly a lot of discourse about it online. People saying he’s throwing his career away. Do you have any thoughts? Caitlin: OMG YES!!! Do you happen to know why he transferred? We’ve been theorizing, but we haven’t reached a conclusion yet! Just like that, he’d been accepted into the conversation. Shane considered his answers, debating whether or not to act on the side of caution before ultimately going for it.
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Instead of Shane, it is Ilya who suffers a concussion during the Boston-Montreal game in April 2017. Dazed and agitated, Ilya briefly starts speaking and responding only in Russian and the medics can’t calm him down. Luckily, Shane started studying Russian after Ilya spoke to him in Russian on the phone from Moscow. For no particular reason. Certainly not because he’s fallen in love with Ilya Rozanov.
In Montreal with lingering concussion symptoms, Ilya is advised not to fly home for a few days, and the hospital won’t release him without assurances that he has someone to stay with him until his symptoms improve. Luckily, Shane conveniently has a condo in Montreal no one knows about and a few days before he has to travel again.
But Ilya’s symptoms don’t resolve after a few days. Which is okay; Shane can handle it. He can take care of Ilya, study Russian, lead his team into the playoffs, and keep Ilya’s continued presence in Montreal a secret. He can do everything, no problem. He is Shane Hollander after all.
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A whump fanfiction that is secretly a fix-it.
- Part 1 of Return-to-Play
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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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Together at the Top by kaijuerotica
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
It's 2026 and NHL players are finally returning to the Olympics. It's time for a do-over. It's time for redemption. It's time for Hayden Pike to get a fucking break from these losers. ___ Hollanov go to the Olympics
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Ilya Rozanov is not okay, and he’s been hiding it for too long. One night in May changes everything and Shane is forced to face the cost of loving someone who is hurting. Luckily Hayden and his mom help him along the way. Or Ilya Rozanov tries to kill himself
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Members of both teams start to play detective with their captains odd behavior.
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Shane Hollander learns Russian in secret, eventually it’s not a secret anymore. Shane Hollander was anything but a slacker. He took everything in his life seriously. He woke up at 5am for his morning run, then he’d spend half an hour in his home gym before showering, eating a well balanced breakfast, and heading to the rink for whatever the team had planned that day. He took his routine seriously, and in turn, everything else seemed to fall into place. He was fast, on his feet and on the ice. He was strong, to the point where he could effortlessly pin some of the biggest guys in the league to the boards and slip the puck off their stick and onto his own. He even managed to finish his daily sudoku in about 5 minutes every day. He took to French like a fish took to water, that’s why he was so frustrated when he first started picking up phrases in Russian. He couldn’t manage to wrap his mind around the language at first, couldn’t make his mouth move correctly to get it just right. He spent hours staring at himself in the mirror trying to find the right way to move his mouth for different words, recording his own attempts and comparing it to the audio guide on the app he’d downloaded. He’s not sure why he started learning Russian, maybe it was to get an edge over Rozanov, to know what he would mutter on the ice, or whisper against his neck as he pushed inside of him. Or maybe it was because he had two teammates who spoke Russian and he was the captain, he couldn’t have his teammates feeling ostracized, could he? (They had little to nothing to do with his decision, but he refuses to acknowledge that). He had come a far way from where he was the first year, where he used to stumble and trip over the pronunciations, he now glided through them perfectly, at least that’s what the teacher he had hired around year 2 said. He felt confident he could carry conversations now, banter back and forth with his friends. He doesn’t know for sure, because the only person on the planet that knows about his Russian hobby is his teacher, Tonya. They had just finished their session for this week, he always felt strange after a session, a weird ball of guilt and shame welling up in the pit of his stomach he didn’t fully understand. It might have something to do with the Russian currently texting him, but he tried to block that out. Lily: Are your legs still shaking from last time? You skate like baby deer tonight. He rolled his eyes before typing his response Jane: Fuck yourself, I was skating fine. He was, it wasn’t his best night, and it pains him to admit it, but he’ll play better on Friday and that’s all that matters. He still scored a goal and got an assist. Lily: You will be shaking again in a week, yes? ;) Jane: Someone’s full of themselves. And he knew the second he sent it, he had walked right into a trap, he expected the response before he got it Lily: You can be full of me too. Shane turned his phone off and felt the flush creep up his cheeks. He should be used to the comments by now, but he’s not. And it’s only gotten worse since he’s started learning the others native tongue. All the whispered comments he makes, the words grazing his skin as he takes him apart. Sometimes he feels guilty for not telling him he knows what he’s saying, and then Rozanov calls him beautiful again and his brain shuts off. Before he’d thought whatever he was saying would be dirty, so filthy that Shane wouldn’t even want to know, and there are plenty of dirty things that have tumbled out in Russian, but mostly it’s soft praise ‘you’re so gorgeous’, ‘your little noises are beautiful’, ‘my pretty boy’. It might be one of the reasons he still refuses to tell him he knows, because what if he stops saying them? He puts all his things back where they belong, his Russian language book goes back in the bottom drawer, stuffed under two hockey biographies he knows nobody will care to read if they end up snooping, and his notebook filled with phrases, tips and notes gets put back in a bag that sits on the floor beside his desk, filled with random papers and forms. As he walks around his house that evening he’s practicing what they had went over in his lesson, wrapping his tongue around the words until they feel perfect before moving on to the next. Maybe he’ll finally work up the courage to tell his Russian teammates soon, then they could talk to him without trying to grasp the correct words after a particularly hard game, or a gruelling workout. Probably not, but it would be nice. ==== He was making an early lunch for himself before an afternoon practice when he stubbed his toe on the island, it happened without him even noticing at first. He had been going over some of his notes, and was practicing a few phrases he had heard in a post game interview with a Russian goalie on Washington’s team. So it wasn’t that surprising when he muttered a quiet “fuck” in Russian. He was actually a little proud, curse words had been one of the first things he learned, before he fully committed to his secret lessons, he would listen to certain words Rozanov would say, wether it was a whispered praise just for Shane’s ears, or a frustrated exclamation during a game, he would file it away and repeat it in his head until he got somewhere he could search it up. Rozanov’s favourite seemed to be “fuck”. Which Shane understood, it sounded rough, and aggressive, it felt dull in his mouth whenever he had practiced, different to English cursing. Not to mention it worked for most settings the Russian would curse in. Shane hadn’t thought twice about his slip up, just rubbed his foot and went on about fishing up his rice and chicken before heading out for practice. Nobody was around to hear him, it was nothing.
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i will send a fully armed battalion (to remind you of my love) by smashkeyboardsmash
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
When King Shane Hollander, the newly crowned monarch of the kingdom of Neomenia breaks things off with his secret lover, King Ilya Rozanov II of Ortus Islands, Ilya has a hard time dealing with it. His frustration doesn’t go unnoticed by the people around him, and the situation only gets worse when at a press conference Ilya makes a joke about the relations between the two nations. It’s just a joke. What could go wrong?
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It’s the fall of 2018. Shane has come out to his team, and the night before a game in Boston Hayden comes to Shane’s hotel room for a movie night. But he’s been thinking, and the math is mathing a bit too well. “No, my theory here is… your Lily, who you are still totally dating, is Ilya Rozanov.” Mainly Hayden’s POV, but some of Shane’s at the end. This is part of the same series as my two other short Hayden POVs (about Shane coming back in Ilya’s clothes, as well as the blowjob phone call), and refers back to them a little. But this can absolutely be read on its own too.
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let them watch let them see by fivemusing
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
real hollanover @twentyfour guys why does every member of the hollander-rozanov family like to lick shane's face :0
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Ilya went down. Hard. Or What happens when Ilya is injured in a game but Shane and Ilya aren't out yet?
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Hayden’s words hung in the air, awkward and frantic. No answer. “…buddy?” Hayden finally tried, voice hesitant. Shane’s lips trembled. A tiny, imperceptible quiver at first—but then his hands shot to his face, and the dam broke. Tears spilled over instantly. Hayden froze, heart hammering, mind blank. What the actual fuck. Or How Hayden found out Shane didn't like women and decided to be an amazing friend about it
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Nobody knows. Shane and Ilya are in love and nobody knows, it’s starting to drive him crazy. He just wants his friends to accept it and move on, but it’s a work in progress. Shane never wanted to leave this bed. It was warm, his mind was quiet, he had no worries in this bed. His boyfriend had made sure to fuck all his worries away. And now he was cuddled up with him, counting his heartbeats, and tracing patters over his shoulder. He’s been so stressed lately. The hiding was finally catching up to him, the sneaking around, the mysterious texts, disappearing on his team without an explanation, trying to worm his way out of questions he couldn’t answer. It was exhausting, even with him and Ilya being closer than ever, emotionally and physically. This season has been more tiring than any other, and it’s not even half over. He knew what he needed to do, but he was dreading it. He wanted the whole world to know about them without having to answer questions about it. We’re in love, move on. “We need to get up. You have two hour drive back, and practice in the morning” Ilya presses a kiss into his hair, jostling him slightly as he moves to get up. Shane puts a hand on his chest to make him stay “just one more minute, please” he tried to keep his voice steady, like he wasn’t breaking apart at the seams. “What is wrong?” He tried to duck his head and get a look into his lovers eyes, but Shane shied away, turning into Ilyas neck to hide his face “hey…hey, come here, look at me” he gently pried Shane’s face out of hiding and looked in his glossy eyes. “what is wrong?” He asked agin, this time Shane had nowhere to hide, he let it all show on his face, his lip quivered, his eyes overflowed, his breathing stuttered. Ilya quickly pulled him back to his chest, hugging him close, running his fingers through Shane’s hair softly, soothingly. “I hate this. I’m sorry, I know I’m acting stupid but” he cut himself off with a whimper “no, is not stupid. I hate it too, I miss you so much when you are gone, my love” he whispered, hoping the quiet words would relax him a little. “I just wish we didn’t have to hide, I know I’ve been adamant about not coming out, but I want to. I want to hold your hand, and kiss you, and love you. I want to tell everyone I love you, I just hate that they’ll have opinions” he was rambling, and as much as Ilyas heart fluttered at the thought, Shane Hollander shouting his love for Ilya Rozanov from the rooftops, or maybe from centre ice, he had to calm him down first. “I know, is awful, but no matter what we do, what happens, we will still have this. I will still have you, in my bed, naked” he grinned as Shane lightly smacked his chest “nobody can take that away, opinions can’t take this away” he finished, smiling sadly onto Shane’s hairline, pressing little kisses all over. “I want to come out” Shane whispered, and Ilya nodded solemnly, he did too. But Shane shook his head and sat up “no, like, I want to come out. To the team at least” and Ilyas heart stopped. They had talked about it before, many many many times before, but Shane was always too frightened, and understandably in Ilyas opinion, his team was awful. But he hadn’t pushed, didn’t want to make Shane feel bad about things he couldn’t control. “you mean, you want to tell them you are into men?” He asked carefully, not wanting to get his hopes up, of course he wanted to world to know Shane Hollander was his (including the voyagers stupid team), but he would take it at his pace, not pushing, just supporting. “well yes, but no. I want to tell them about us. Me and you” he took a deep breath, as if waiting for Ilya to get mad, but all he could do was smile. He was scared, absolutely terrified, but he didn’t care right now. Right now his boyfriend was saying he wanted to tell his whole world, his team, that he was in love with him. And that felt like winning the lottery, twice, hell. It felt like winning the world. “okay, then we tell them, do you want to do it on your own? Or would you like me to be there?” He secretly hoped Shane would ask him to be there, in case anyone got any ideas Ilya had to remind them how big of an asshole he could be. “I’d like you there, if that’s okay with you, you don’t have to if you don’t want to- I just think. It might be easier to explain” he was rambling again, and Ilya loved it. He loved him. So much. he laced his fingers through Shane’s twisted hands, squeezing. “I will be wherever you need me to be” he said seriously, needing Shane to know he was in this, completely. “okay, we’ll talk to them next time we’re all together. I think you play in Montreal in a couple weeks, right?” Ilya almost laughed, as if he was waiting that long. “I have a next weekend off, I will come in then, if that is okay with you” he was already planning the trip in his head, leave after practice on Friday afternoon, be in Montreal by 3, spend the day fucking any stray thoughts from Shane’s mind, tell his team Saturday morning, spend the rest of the weekend fucking him again. Perfect weekend. “oh. Okay, yeah, we can do that” he looked almost surprised, as if he didn’t already know Ilya would move heaven and earth for him. “okay, now. Don’t worry about that” he said, knowing that’s all Shane was going to be doing “how about I fuck you again before you leave” he smirked and crawled over him, knocking Shane onto his back again. Shane laughed and weakly pushed at his chest “I have to leave in like 10 minutes” Ilya gently bit his neck “bet I could make you cum in 4” ==== It was Friday afternoon, he had just pulled into a parking space behind Shane's apartment building. He quickly grabbed his bag, punched in the door code, and ran up the stairs. He wasn’t sure what he expected to see when he walked in, but this. This was not it. Shane was lying in the middle of the living room floor, the coffee table had been pushed to the side, he had headphones on, and a blanket resting over his eyes. What the fuck? he put his bags down near the entrance and slowly walked over, calling Shane’s name “baby. Shane. Are you okay?” He poked Shane’s thigh with his toe and Shane jumped, quickly
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