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Shane Hollander: Most Wanted by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-11
Set after Shane comes out to his team. Now that more and more people find out he is gay, he is also getting a lot more male attention.
Meanwhile Ilya gets progressively more jealous and wants to remind everyone exactly who Shane Hollander belongs to.
Also they're idiots in loveor
5 times Shane had to reject a guy giving him attention
+1 time everyone found out why- Part 3 of Hollanov/Centaurs Texting/WAG Fics
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Come Back Home (The Porch Light Is On) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-11
ROZANOV DOWN: Ottawa Captain Carried Off Ice on Stretcher After Third Period Hit. Rozanov unconscious on impact. Fencing response observed. Cervical collar applied. Transferred to hospital by ambulance. Shane Hollander received game misconduct following altercation and did not return to the ice.
A grade-3 concussion leaves Ilya Rozanov trapped in a "slow" brain, struggling to reclaim the elite hockey instincts that once defined his identity. Within the sanctuary of their darkened apartment, Shane Hollander anchors their life, managing every medical detail while privately bracing against his own silent terror. It is a portrait of the grueling, quiet patience required to wait out a neurological fog, hoping the person on the other side eventually finds their way back.
- Part 2 of Shake off the shackles my love
- Part 7 of A Formal Study of the Heart
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She's got her mouth open, too, ready to snap at him to leave, because Shane does not need this right now. He can come back, if he has to, when her son's less fucking vulnerable, high on painkillers and reeling from mood-swings; not that she thinks he will, which, good. Really, she's just about to, when Shane's voice sounds. "Ilyaaaaa!" he lets out delightedly. For another long moment, nobody moves. Rozanov's face has contorted. His brows are furrowed and he's looking only at Shane. Is he confused? Yuna's pretty damn confused. Because– "Il-yaaaa!" Shane repeats, loud and sounding – ecstatic, really. Absolutely ecstatic. Yuna stares at Shane's bruised face and tries, desperately, not to cry. She loves hockey, loves it with all her heart, is obsessed with Montreal and her son's career – but she hates it, too, when it leaves Shane broken, collapsed on the ice. It's not okay. It's never okay, seeing him there, helpless and hurt. It's even worse when she's not there. Yuna and David had been at home when it'd happened. They'd put the game on in the background, as they were wont to do with all of Shane's games, and Yuna'd been ironing as David made dinner, the two of them talking lightly together about nothing much. It'd been perfect, really. Her younger self would never have thought it, but she lives for those quiet evenings with her husband, easy and calm, the smell of good food wafting through the house and the croon of the speaker in the background. A good night, she'd thought. Shane'd been on his A-game. In the face-off, he'd stolen the puck from Rozanov, and raced across the ice, and he looked like he was really, truly enjoying it. He'd been smiling. Yuna'd remarked on it. Then, suddenly, silence. Yuna'd looked up at the sudden hush. The audience's usually a constant white noise, the calling and hooting and booing merging together into one dull sound. The commentators remarked on every pass Shane made, especially tonight, when they were playing Boston. Silence was never – ever – good. She hadn't known who it was at first. There was just a figure in a blue jersey, smashed onto the ice. She'd stood up, squinted. Was it Hayden? But no, PIKE was there, plastered on the back of the figure throwing himself onto the Boston player that'd caused the fall. Was it Gagnon? Then – "And Shane Hollander's down!" the commentator had announced, and everything in Y una went still. Shane's been injured before, of course. It's hockey. Yuna'd been forced to cope with it ever since Shane was nine and first bowled over by one of the other players – bigger than him, bulkier than him, always more aggressive than him. He usually gets up, though. He usually gets up. He doesn't this time. After that, everything blurred into one. David had sprinted upstairs, and he’d grabbed the overnight bag that they'd never used, that was needed only for emergencies, and then he'd been down and Yuna'd remembered how to breathe again and they were in the car, rushing- rushing-rushing to where their son was, miles away, being carted off to hospital in Montreal. They'd got there as soon as they could. It wasn't soon enough. But the doctor had calmed them, reassured them, told them, "Your son's alright, Mr and Mrs Hollander, he's just got a fractured collarbone and a mild concussion. Don't worry." Then he'd added, with a friendly grin, "He'll be out for the playoffs, though, I'm afraid." A Voyageurs fan. As if Yuna cared about the playoffs.–Shane would, though, she remembered, and told herself to give a brittle smile and thank him. She did. She's here, now, sat at his bedside. It's not a familiar position, not like it would be for a lot of hockey families. Shane's just that good. Yuna's overwhelmingly glad it's not. She doesn't think she could cope if he got himself in here every season. It's been a few hours since he'd first woken up, blinking dazedly at her and David, drugs pumping through his system to keep him relaxed and pain-free. It'd been startling, actually, the easy grin that slid onto his face when he'd spotted them. Shane'd smiled slow and smooth and genuine. It'd crinkled his eyes up and he’d been squinting, too, because of the bright lights, and he’d looked happy. Happy and loose in a way that made Yuna realise he was usually so, so tense; so, so stiff. He'd been slow to wake. He'd shifted, and grumbled to himself, and Yuna and David had rushed to his bedside to be right there when he finally blinked himself to consciousness. His head flopped a bit, and he’d muttered something she couldn't quite make out that sounded like "Ill-ya," and repeated it over and over again. She still doesn't know what it means. He'd stopped saying it when he realised she and David were there, had quietened down and looked at her and then beamed. Then his grin had gotten smaller, regulating, but he'd greeted them in a soft, slurred voice, and very quickly gotten tired again and drifted off. That'd been around midnight, Yuna thinks, maybe later. David had exhaled and kissed her and gone off to book them a hotel for a couple days. Yuna couldn't bring herself to go with him. Because he knows her, and he loves her, and probably because he feels better if Shane has one of them there, he'd gone without protest. She'll join him tonight, she thinks. When Shane's been awake for more than just a few minutes. She just sat with him, watching him breathe; she checks the clock and the heart-rate monitor every so often. She'd managed to get a few hours in around three a.m., crashing in the stiff armchair in the corner of the private room Shane's in, and she'd woke up again at half seven, her phone glaring in the dull dark of the room. One of the nurses must have switched the light off when they'd seen her asleep. Yuna's thankful. Now, the little numbers on the screen say 08:47. Visiting time's started. Not that anyone'll be by for a couple hours yet, thank God, because Yuna really can't deal with people right now. Except David. He should be here shortly too, the only saving grace. Him, she always wants by her side. As if summoned by her thoughts, there's a gentle knock at the door, and it's pulled open. David walks in, circles under his eyes, but they're certainly not as bad as hers are bound to be. His expression softens when he looks at her, and she smiles a little helplessly. "How's he doing?" he asks lowly. "Alright, I think," she says honestly. "But –" "It's never easy seeing him like this," David agrees. Yuna lets out an exhausted sigh. "Yes," she says. "Yes. Nothing's changed since you left. He's just..."
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Troy and Harris Become Parents by liljenrocks
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-10
Troy and Harris become parents to Ella and Ethan. When Ethan is born deaf, Troy struggles with the fear of letting his son down.
- Part 4 of The Centaur Family
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i’ve been afraid of changing, ‘cause i’ve built my life around you by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-10
Shane’s thoughts feel dangerous. Or - not dangerous, exactly, but really fucking scary. The kind of thoughts that used to have him bolting upright in the middle of the night, his skin drenched with cold sweat at the mere prospect of such a thing.
But now…now Shane thinks it’s time.
“I think this is my last season,” he whispers, voice faltering over the words he’s never said aloud before.
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Once they are alone at their stalls, Ilya shoots Shane a sideways glance. “You look like you have… what's the phrase? When your face is natural but mad?”
“Resting bitch face?” Shane hisses through the agony in his jaw.
Ilya chuckles and points a finger right at Shane's nose. “Yes! You looked like you were going to murder poor Haas. And he was so excited to talk to you about boring hockey book,” Ilya explains, clearly delighted as he gets dressed.
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Only You Get to See Me Like This by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-10
“Cap needs to get laid more,” Drapeau muttered.
“Cap needs to get laid, period,” Comeau added.
“Dude, I bet he’s still a virgin.” Drapeau said with a snort. “You think he’s ever even seen a woman naked?”
A couple of players standing around them chuckled.
Shane felt his jaw tighten. He wanted to respond. Tell them off. Stand up for himself. But he couldn’t. Because there was some truth to what they were saying.
He did need to get laid more.
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Or, Shane Hollander hasn’t seen Ilya Rozanov in three months. Which means he hasn’t gotten laid in three months.
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dropping like flies by hollanov_1410
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-09
Shane came through the door with four cases of Pedialyte stacked in his arms. Ilya had asked him to pick up one on the way home. One. "Last time Niko had the flu, he liked the grape one best," Shane said, studying the cases with his brow furrowed. "But that was over a year ago. And his favorite Gatorade flavor right now is lemon-lime, so I figured it'd be safer just to get a variety pack—" Ilya stood beside him and watched him unload the cases. There were times—many times —when Ilya's feeling of endearment toward Shane was so overwhelming, so consuming, that the only way he could describe it was that he wanted to crawl inside his skin and live there. He settled for stepping in close and pressing a kiss to Shane's temple instead. Or, The flu sweeps through the Hollander–Rozanov household. Just as Shane thinks he's the last man standing, he goes down hard.
- Part 10 of Our House
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Shane Hollander is just trying to survive NYU biochemistry, hockey practice, and the graveyard shift at 7-Eleven. He's too exhausted to notice that his new regular customer is Russian mafia, or that Ilya's interest in him goes beyond terrible coffee and cookies. When Ilya hands him a $10,000 designer scarf and matching gloves, Shane doesn't panic. He sells them for next month's rent. Any normal person would be terrified. Instead, Shane uses the leftover money to buy a Hello Kitty watch, pastel pink, childish, utterly incongruous with the danger circling him. He wears it to his next night shift without irony or apology. Ilya notices immediately. He is fascinated. (Currently under major editing. Can still be read.)
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Slowly, the realization of what he is asking him to do sets in. “Shane,” he croaks, his voice breaking. I can’t hurt you. “Please,” Always so pretty when he begs. Even like this, all messed up and bloody. Ilya loves him more than life. “I don’t want anyone but you touching me." That finally did it. During the Boston vs. Montreal game, Marleau doesn't knock Shane out completely but still injures him. While a fight breaks out, Shane begs Ilya to help him, right there on the ice in front of the whole arena. Unfortunately, Ilya could never say no to him. [SECOND CHAPTER WITH REACTIONS NOW ADDED]
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Pranking Your Husband (a Shane Hollander special) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-09
Ilya had been a menace the past couple of days. Shane decided it was time to give his husband a taste of his own medicine. Cue a bunch of pictures of Hayden, an hour, some Scotch tape, and one very mischievous Shane Hollander.
- Part 4 of Ilya "professional ragebaiter" Rozanov
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"It had never really been in Ilya’s plans to start a Youtube channel for paranormal investigation..."
Ilya Rozanov is the playboy darling of the oft-forgotten ECHL who never quite lived up to his full potential, but he’s also known for spending the off-season hunting ghosts with his teammates Bood and Troy.
When they dare to investigate the tragic ruins of NHL legend Shane Hollander's former cottage, they are expecting to be confronted by a cursed haunting, a vengeful demon, or at the very least... some entertaining Youtube-worthy content. What Ilya is not expecting, however, is to form an inexplicable bond with the ghost of a hot hockey player and discover that nothing (literally nothing at all) is quite as it seems.
OR; Shane is a ghost, Ilya can see dead people, and it's entirely possible that they once knew each other in a past life.
- Part 1 of the cursed cottage
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When the canary sings by gsmaxwell
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-03-08
“Promise me one thing, okay?” “Anything,” Ilya replied, squeezed reassuringly. “Don’t beat yourself up over these things, okay? It’s not your job to fix it.” Ilya wanted to argue. Of course it was his job to fix it. It was what he did. It was what he was good at. That was what he was good for. Or: Ilya visits Shane, and they're both still going through it. Companion piece to There have been threats and If you're afraid of wolves. June 2014.
- Part 3 of Kidnapped AU
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Still, the knife is a firm pressure into his lower back, his fists balling up at his sides, and his breathing irregular from the blade digging into his back. Behind him, a thick and velvety Russian-accented voice offers as he pulls the wired headphones out with a strange amount of something approaching care, “Perhaps, you are stupid for leaving door unlocked, Mr. Hockey Star.” AKA: these two are fucking freaks and roleplay a break-and-entering uhhh non-con situation but they're both bad at being casual about it.
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With a smirk, he extends his hand to encircle Ilya's wrist, his thumb grazing the tattoo's edge, having committed the placement to memory. He looks ahead into the buzzing sea of microphones, cameras, lights, and reporters. The image they must make on camera is undoubtedly counterproductive. Ilya towering behind him, encasing him between his arms on each side of the table, glaring into the room of reporters that had dared to attack their integrity. “I believe the last question was about possible disciplinary actions against us?” In which, following his final Boston game before moving to Canada, Ilya flaunts his new tattoo during an interview. Years later, the world finally learns who it really stands for.
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My Lunch with Rose by the_writers_block15
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-03-08
After the disastrous dinner with Hayden and Jackie, Shane meets Rose and comes to some realizations to fix his relationship. There's some Hayden bashing but he isn't irredeemable, he's just working with outdated info.
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How Did We Let This Happen? by LoveSimonFicWriter
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-08
Shane is upset with himself for potentially ruining what little time he and Ilya have together at the cottage, before the launch of the Game Changers camp, due to some stomach bug he can't seem to get rid of. ______ Or a year after the first summer at the cottage, Shane is spiraling once again, due to finding out he's unexpectedly pregnant. COMPLETED! 3.8.26
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mixed messages by UglyGreenJacket
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-08
Hayden: Babe. Hayden:...do you think Shane could be gay? Jackie: Definitely. Hayden: Wait, seriously? Jackie: Yeah, I’ve suspected for years. Jackie: But why do you think so all of a sudden? Hayden: Okay, we have to come back to that but. Hayden: I got a message from him that I don’t think was meant for me… Jackie: What did it say? Hayden: You’re going to make me type it out? Jackie: Hayden, you’re thirty years old. Type out the message. It can’t be that bad. Hayden: Something about missing a cock desperately.
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This is heaven and I'd die for it by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-07
For one, singular, blissful moment, nothing is wrong when Ilya wakes up.
And then the bubble pops.
With something less like a pinprick and more like a gunshot.
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After Ilya is outed he has to deal with being the only openly queer player in the league, being Russian, and being in love with Hollander even after he ran away all at once. It sucks. He does it anyway.
- Part 1 of The body aches when you tell it to quit
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just grab my hand and don’t ever drop it, my love by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-07
He feels fizzy, fizzy, fizzy, like a soda can that’s been shaken and cracked open. There’s so much pressure building inside his chest that he can’t possibly keep it all inside. He laughs, just a quiet giggle at first, and then it becomes something louder. Something brighter. Something that bursts out of his chest and cracks through the echoing silence in the bathroom. He has to cover his mouth with his hand to stifle it.
Shane feels happy. Truly, deep down to his bones, happy.
He almost can’t believe it.
(Or, the first night at the cottage.)
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