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Ilya Rozanov in Shane Hollander’s Hometown by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-12
A collection of snippets about Ilya's life with the Ottawa Centaurs, who'd know he was happily domesticated by Shane Hollander if they didn't firmly believe Ilya was straight.
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- #77339176
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Shane gets a sudden urge to push Ilya away and get dressed, to go to one of the guest bedrooms and hide under a blanket until this is long forgotten. All of this would be forgotten. But he doesn’t. Instead he reaches for Ilya’s face, leans forward, cradles it in both hands and tries to drag him upwards. Away from his thighs. “Look at me,” he says, desperately, “kiss me, kiss me, please.” Ilya’s eyes are wide as he pulls away, “Shane,” he says, voice stern, “from when?” Shane doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know why he thought Ilya wouldn’t notice, why he thought it could still be something unsaid between them, something that was clearly there but wasn’t that big of a deal. “It doesn’t matter, Ilya please-” Or: Healing is never linear.
- Part 2 of Tangible
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5 times people found out Shane spoke Russian and one time he told the world. by Theemperor95
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-11
what it says on the tin folks Shane speaks Russian because of course he does, no one knows, and then they find out.
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Ilya finds a small tattoo on Shane's hip during their second meet up. Or They didn't cover Hudson's tattoo during the second meet up in episode 1, so canonically, Shane Hollander has a tattoo.
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Ilya spends the night after Shane's concussion unable to sleep and obsessively checking for updates until he can't take it anymore. Ilya lay staring up at the dark ceiling of his hotel room, unable to sleep. He had checked his phone a dozen times since lying down, each time thinking that surely an hour or two had passed only to discover it had been fifteen minutes or less since the last time. It was after 2am now and at some point he needed to admit to himself that he simply wasn’t going to sleep tonight. “Blyat,” he swore beneath his breath. He rolled onto his side and grabbed his phone off the nightstand, accidentally yanking the charging cord out of the wall. He swore softly. With shaking fingers he unlocked the screen and refreshed the google search still pulled up from the last dozen attempts: Shane Hollander injury update There was nothing new. The same CBC report from four hours ago, the TSN one from three. The Metros had posted to twitter as soon as the game ended, but all they’d said was that Shane had been taken to the hospital for evaluation. There was a reddit thread but it was full of speculation that Ilya knew not to read and did so anyway. That too had gone quiet when all the Canadians went to sleep hours ago. He opened his messages from “Jane,” thumb hovering over the keyboard, but what would he say? How are you? I hope you’re okay? I miss you? If Hollander was okay he would have texted. It was a concussion, it had to be a concussion. Nobody took a hit like that without bruising their brain at least a little. But what if it was worse? What if Hollander was in a coma, just drifting in the darkness alone, not knowing what was happening? Ilya wanted to swear; he wanted to throw his phone across the room; he wanted to scream. But Marleau was snoring on the bed next to his and if he started letting it all out he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. He didn’t want to have to explain to Marleau—or the hotel staff— why he’d decided to flip over the bed and throw the lamp through the window. He rolled onto his back and let his phone fall against his chest, the glow of it winking out. This was torture. This was worse than any loss, any practice, any beating Alexei had ever given him. This was worse than… Fuck. He couldn’t do this anymore—any of it. It hurt all the damn time and it was never going to get better. He rolled out of bed, hunting around for a t-shirt. He had a vague idea of going down to the gym to work out until he was too tired to keep his eyes open any longer, but that made him think of Hollander and the night after they’d both been drafted. The night Ilya had made the first, cautious overtures that had led to…all this. On a whim, he grabbed his coat off the back of a chair and shrugged it on before carefully opening the hotel room door and stepping out into the hallway. He stood in the shadows of Rue de la Gauchetière, gazing up at the dark windows of Hollander’s condo. He’d never seen it from the front and it looked…boring. He shivered, huddling deeper into his coat. 3am was perhaps not the best time to be wandering the streets of Montreal in early spring. It wasn’t exactly winter in Moscow, but it was decidedly nippy, and he hadn’t thought to bring a hat. This was idiotic. What was there to gain by coming here? What he wanted was to go to the hospital, to charm his way past the receptionist and slip into Hollander’s room when nobody would be around to know. He could stay for hours, just sitting by his bedside, holding his hand… And then what? It was an impossible dream and he knew it. He fidgeted at the sidewalk with his toe, wishing he’d brought a cigarette. Hollander’s family was probably there with him anyhow. They would support him. They would love him. He didn’t need Ilya and his bullshit feelings coming in and making a mess everywhere. He didn’t want to see Ilya like this; he wanted strength, confidence, sex. He wouldn’t want…this. “Blyat.” He jogged across the street, hands thrust in his pockets, breath making great plumes in the night air. It took him a moment to find the keypad, discreetly hidden beneath a panel that blended in with the door. 1-9-1-9 There was a moment’s hesitation in which Ilya held his breath, then the panel gave a little chirp and the door released with a soft click. Ilya let himself in. He climbed the marble stairs, hand on the wrought iron bannister, trying not to make a noise. Hollander’s condo was at the top and the same code opened the door there. He stepped inside and felt a rush of something, like the first drag on a cigarette, the spark of knowing he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to drifting on a current of soothing familiarity. This place felt like Shane, it smelled like Shane. Ilya nearly fell to his knees right there in the entryway but Russian stubbornness kept him upright, knees locked. For a time he simply stood there, breathing in and out. Eventually, a tingling numbness began to spread up his legs and he felt the heaviness of his muscles pulling him downward. With effort he dragged one foot forward, followed by another. He would never make it upstairs to the bed, but there was a ridiculously long sofa
- Part 5 of Heated Rivalry Show: Missing Scenes
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Hold On (I Still Want You) by velminort
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-11
Shane and Ilya broke up. It was the adult, mature decision they made together and moved on from. Except Shane is still Ilya's emergency contact and Ilya's coach just called. Ilya had a seizure. Well, seizures. Multiple. He is in the hospital, in the operation block and suddenly Shane is met with the possibility that last words Ilya Rozanov ever heard from him were "Maybe love isn't enough." And then complications occur. And Ilya is not waking up. *** They’d sat on a perfectly ordinary Wednesday afternoon in their perfectly ordinary kitchen, with coffee that had gone cold on the table between them, and calmly dismantled the life they’d built together. One sentence at a time. “Maybe we need space.” “Maybe we’re just hurting each other.” “Maybe love isn’t enough.” He wants to go back and shove that version of himself against the wall. Shake him until his teeth rattle. Love is the only thing that matters when someone is under general anaesthesia and a stranger is touching their brain, Shane thinks wildly. Love is literally the only currency worth anything in a room like this.
- Part 1 of Hold On (I Still Want You)
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in this life and the next by lisa6
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-11
“Why do you think it’s the same person every time?” Ilya asked, smiling. His phone disappeared back in his jeans pocket. “I’m hot. Lots of women want me to fuck them.” Svetlana leaned in close to his ear. “And men?” Or: ever since they were children, Svetlana Vetrova has always been there for Ilya Rozanov, her best friend in the world.
- Part 2 of
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When Shane Hollander is taken off the ice and into the hospital, Ilya Rozanov goes somewhere he’s never had to be alone before. Hayden Pike has always believed Shane Hollander’s personal life is none of his business. Until an injury, a hospital room, and a contact saved under the wrong name prove him wrong. Some things are learned quietly. Some things are never the same afterward.
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“Worried?” said Shane. “Oh, no, I wouldn’t say I was worried. Just curious, I guess.” It was his worried voice. His thinking-too-hard voice. But Ilya was a nice boyfriend, so he wouldn’t point it out. “Curious about what, then?” “Well, like I said earlier,” Shane said. “You cried. When I…when I said I love you.” Shane wants a debrief on the whole love confession thing. Ilya thinks Shane is nosy (recently he has learned to say this), but he is not in the habit of saying no to his boyfriend, so...feelings it is.
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Shane forgets to take his heat suppressants before the Montreal v. Boston game. He goes to Ilya’s house after the game, and Ilya takes care of him.
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“I do sometimes still think about how my life would have been if I never got injured,” Shane started to whisper. Ilya looked at him, he was focused on the ceiling. He grabbed his hand and placed it over his own chest. “But, you know, I’m glad that it led me here. To you,” the fondness that laced his tone opened Ilya in half. Ilya laid on his side, so he could contemplate him better. The sigh of Shane naked, only with the light sheet covering little of his modesty had something divine about it. “Maybe we could have met either way.” AU where neither of them play professional hockey but they make their way to each other eventually (Kids' coach shane and uncle ilya fall in love one practice at a time -and gay bar flirting-)
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was i made from a broken mold? by Literal_Multifandom_Trashcan
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-11
Shane pulled out the vodka handle, wiping the dust off. He stared at it for a long moment. Shane rarely drank hard liquor. It made his head spin and his stomach uncomfortable, wasn’t worth all the extra calories. Wasn’t even really meant to drink on his meds, but. It would make him feel worse. It would make him feel like absolute shit. And that was exactly what Shane was counting on. So he had stumbled over to the bathroom, flipped on the dim overhead light, sunk to the bathroom floor, and drank. or: shane hollander gets super drunk on the bathroom floor after a really bad few days. it is not fun for anyone involved, but luckily ilya is there to pick up the pieces
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Shane rides Ilya into a religious experience, and into the headboard. or Ilya finally gets his bell rung back.
- Part 2 of A concussion kind of love
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Ilyas's head had ended up between his knees, his hands wrapping around the back of his helmet. Ilya couldn't keep the thoughts away. He tried to think of things that didn't relate to Shane, or his mother, or hockey. Grasping at the mental straws, he couldn't come up with anything that didn't relate to Shane in some way. He had completely taken over Ilyas' life. Every good memory he had had Shane in it. Ilya spiralled further, the rubber floor seeming to spin. He had undone his helmet, letting it clatter onto the floor. OR What if Ilya couldn't hold it together when Shane got hurt?
- Part 1 of Heated Rivalry - Angst Time
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Worlds Colliding by OikawaHajime13
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Haikyuu!!
2026-01-11
The Ottawa Centaurs try to figure out why the hell Ilya Rozanov signed with them and come to the erroneous conclusion that he's in love with their part-time athletic trainer, Iwaizumi Hajime.
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The Raiders have known about Ilya's Montreal girl Jane for years. After a rival game in Boston, they plot to find out who Jane is via stakeout. The only problem? The run straight into the Voyageurs. The Voyageurs have known about Shane's Boston girl Lily for years. After a rival game in Boston, they plot to find out who Lily is via stakeout. The only problem? The run straight into the Raiders.
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Shane keeps telling himself that today should have been a good day. There's just one thing, one single moment, his brain won't stop thinking about.
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The thing is, Shane's gone non-verbal a few times now to not be scared by it and just ignore it until he feels good again. It usually happened when he was stressed, overwhelmed or overthinking, sometimes all three at the same time when he played a bad game and analyzed it a million times until he figured out exactly what he needed to practice on for the next few days. This time though, Shane was absolutely not stressed, everything was perfect so it made no sense for him to suddenly feel this. He's been at the cottage with Ilya for almost two weeks now, all they've done is talk, swim, fuck and eat, it's been so good, he's had no stress so why was he feeling this enormous pang of discomfort?
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Riding the high of their wedding, Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov are trading the Canadian chill for a hot, Hawaiian honeymoon, intent on making the most of their time alone before the hockey season steals them back.
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Shane Hollander hated changes. Changes brought him anxiety and panic attacks. Coming out to his parents like this changed everything. This is a story set at the cottage after Shane and Ilya had their dinner with Shane's parents and it looks into Shane's anxiety caused by his dad walking in on them.
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- AO3:
- #77495821