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a little drabble of shane and ilya post-talking to shanes parents ----- Shane sighed as they pulled into the driveway of the cottage, putting his head down on the steering wheel and closing his eyes. “God,” he whispered. “I’m so… tired. I feel like I just ran a marathon.” Ilya laughed, bringing up a hand to touch Shane’s hair. “What you just did was much more difficult than a marathon,” he said. He couldn’t help the soft smile that was forming on his face, but he didn’t want to resist it. He didn’t have to anymore.
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So, you like New Yorker? by oxfordcommachameleon
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
“So,” Ilya cleared his throat, the word sounding too loud in the stillness. “Shane tells me you like New Yorker.” Shane’s dad looked at him from where he was rinsing out a glass in the sink, visibly surprised that Ilya had spoken first. “Oh. Yes,” he said after a beat. “I like to read in the mornings. I love the crossword. Do you read The New Yorker too?” “No.” “Oh.” or While Shane is outside with his mother, Ilya finds unexpected understanding and warmth in a quiet kitchen conversation with the man who helped raised the boy he loves.
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Shane sat up, heart beginning to thud—not with fear, but with momentum. His brain latched on, suddenly efficient, suddenly sharp. Trades happened. Players moved. People made choices all the time that weren’t about winning cups but about living. And Ilya—God, Ilya deserved more than survival disguised as compromise.
- Part 1 of Hollanov 🦆
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meet me in the afterglow by hollidayparty
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
“Ah,” Ilya said, grinning, going for the joke. Shane looked up, curious. “So being boring is genetic?” He expected laughter. Or the way Shane would roll his eyes even as he melted, the way that made the teasing feel welcome. Instead, Shane’s smile disappeared completely. It wasn’t dramatic. It just… went. Like a light switched off. “Yeah,” Shane said, clearing his throat, forcing the word out before it could crack. “I guess so.” He took a step back, creating space that felt suddenly necessary, like he might suffocate if he drifted any closer. Every instinct in him screamed to leave. To put distance between himself and this feeling and the source of it before it swallowed him whole
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“You in yet, Rozanov?” “Oh, you still got jokes in you, huh, Hollander?” or: shane tries to ragebait ilya
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Wanna Witness Your Eyes Looking by imnewintown
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
“So, how do you feel about Chicken Parmesan?” Of all the things Ilya could have guessed David Hollander would say, that was not one of them. Maybe “Sorry for accidentally interrupting a beautiful moment with your boyfriend and then immediately leaving. That was probably stressful.” Or the opposite end, “Why do you think you're worthy of my perfect son after publicly whoring around for years?” Both scenarios were unlikely, he knew, but the chicken parmesan really came out of nowhere. Ilya cleared his throat and tried not to fidget with his crucifix. “Is good.” -------------------------------------------------------- Or, the missing convo between Ilya Rozanov and David Hollander
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Shane and Ilya are back at the cottage this summer. At Shane's parents house, there happen to be some of Shane's cousins who made fun of him for his autism. Back at the cottage, while cuddling, Shane started venting. That small vent started a whole conversation that definitely made them... closer.
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[excerpt] “Shane?” He swiveled his head toward the voice, unsure of what they wanted—what they expected of him. “Huh?” “Are you in a relationship with Ilya Rozanov?” Shane wasn’t sure how to answer or react. There wasn’t a single coherent thought in his head at the moment. He couldn’t breathe or even swallow. All he could do was stand there.
- Part 3 of what if...?
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r/russianlanguage u/genuine_metal_45 Cahteeohnik??? I’m kind of in a situationship with this Russian guy. He sometimes struggles a bit with expressing himself in English. I’ve been trying to learn some Russian, but it’s going to take a long time before I can have much of a conversation with him in his language. Right now, I’m such a beginner at Russian that I can’t even manage the spelling to try to look up any of the things he says. He calls me something that sounds like cahteeohnik, but I can’t figure out the correct transliteration to look it up. And trying to spell it in cyrillic is hopeless. Any help would be appreciated! In the early days of Shane and Ilya hooking up, what if Ilya was a little more free with endearments, but only in Russian? And what if Shane went online for some help understanding what Ilya is saying and somehow connected to Svetlana? This is Svetlana’s POV of how that plays out.
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Never Forgotten (except the sound of her voice) by TheQueenoftheAbyss
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
'I have seen your charity in her name, Mama should not be forgotten.' The note was short and to the point, no love for Ilya from his brother was scrawled into the familiar letters. But there was love for their mother there, and there was the fact that Andrei had sent it at all. - Ilya's brother sends a parcel containing home video from Ilya's childhood to Canada. Ilya never expected to receive a parcel from his brother after five years of no contact, and He never expected to hear his mother's voice again.
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my only shining star by writingcap
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
Shane can’t think of a better way to wake up than this: The sun is casting rays from the big window, spilling all over their white bedsheets, blanketing them in luminosity and warmth. The big comforter is haphazardly thrown around them, half of it on the floor, and there is a glow, a light that he can’t even begin to explain, everywhere. If he raises his head just slightly from the warmth of Ilya’s—his husband’s—back he can see the river, and make out the blue sky. He chooses not to raise his head and instead bury the growing smile on his face to Ilya’s back. His husband. Or: their first morning as husbands spent dancing to an old Japanese song and saying vows in Russian.
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Confidence, Poor Judgment, and a Death Wish by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
Troy Barrett comes to Ottawa wanting stability. He tells himself he wants the team, the routine, the structure, the safety of fitting in without needing too much from anyone. This is his clean start, and he needs to do whatever it takes to keep it.
What he finds instead is Shane Hollander, amazing perfect Shane Hollander, and the uncomfortable realisation that the thing he’s been trying hardest not to want might be the only thing that actually feels like what he needs.
As lines blur and tempers rise, Troy learns the hard way that wanting to belong can turn into wanting to keep, and that some things aren’t up for negotiation, especially when there’s a Russian captain who’s already decided what’s not on offer.
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“Hey, Ilya?” Troy asks, already regretting it. “I was actually going to ask you about someone.”
The moment he says Shane Hollander’s name, the locker room goes quiet, and Troy knows he’s crossed a line he didn’t fully understand.
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Troy’s POV of the events best called ‘Ilya’s worst nightmare’
- Part 1 of Freckles and Other Versions Of The Truth
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as you wander through this troubled world by justhockey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
Having a child is like having a second heart beating outside of your body. You carry them, and you hold them in your arms for the very first time, and you soothe them when they cry. You protect them, and keep them safe, and you try and instil them with all the skills and attributes they need to succeed, to thrive, to be happy. You do that for as long as you can…as long as they will allow you. And then you let them go. You send them out into the world, and hope with everything in you that it doesn’t break them.
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Being around Ilya is good—better than nearly any other time, because he knows Shane better than anybody else. He can belong around Ilya. He belongs to Ilya, in a way, and Ilya belongs to him. Shane likes to express that belonging in unconventional ways. Most of all, he loves being on his knees for him.
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something you can fix by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
Maybe if the video ended there, Shane thought, it would be okay. Okayish. Still incriminating. Still a fucking disaster. Still embarrassing, to have his breakup with this beautiful actress filmed and disseminated on Reddit of all fucking places, but not a nail in his coffin, burying him alive. But the video didn’t end there.
“Can I ask if you’ve ever been with another guy?” she had to ask.
And he, tears visible in his eyes, had to nod.
Just once. Just a single nod.
Why did he have to nod?
“Have you ever told anyone that before?” He shook his head. “Was it different? With a guy?”
“Of course.”
Of course.
“Was it better?”
“Yes.”
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Shane’s conversation with Rose is secretly recorded. Months later, after the All-Star game and Ilya’s confession in Russian, the video gets leaked online. Shane is outed to the world while Ilya is in Russia, and must now finish the 2016-2017 season with the entire world in on his secret.
- Part 1 of something you can fix
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All I want for Christmas is you by AriasAstro
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-26
Shane did not mean to be running in a storm, protecting his last minute gift from the wind and snowflakes, and yet here he was. After all, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ditched Ilya again. Or Shane's an overthinker and it causes him to do some dumb shit. The Hollanov Holiday Special!
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Shane has had a long week and decides to relax by taking a bath and using a bath bomb to relax his muscles. He's so relaxed he takes a nap, not even registering the colour of the bath bomb he used... Inspired by someone, I dont remember who it was so if someone remembers the fic, please tell me. It basically had Shane taking some panadol or something cos he had a headache but he fainted and Ilya found him and thought he tried to overdose The rivalry between Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander was the kind of legend that fueled sports talk radio for decades. It was the stoic, iron-willed Russian Captain against the golden boy of Canadian hockey. On the ice, they were a collision of tectonic plates—heavy hits, sharp words exchanged through mouthguards, and a mutual disdain that seemed etched into their very bones. In reality, the disdain was the most expensive mask in professional sports. For over eight years, they had been a ghost story told in darkened hotel rooms and anonymous apartments. For two years, they had been "forever." They were boyfriends in the shadows, navigating a world of secret back entrances, and the constant, crushing weight of a double life. But tonight, the ice was far away. Ilya had just finished a late flight back to their shared sanctuary in Shane's quiet cottage outside of Ottawa, a home no one else knew Ilya was embraced in. The cottage was hushed, the only sound the hum of the refrigerator and the distant whistle of the wind against the glass. Ilya dropped his gear bag by the door, his shoulders aching from a grueling game against Toronto. He wanted nothing more than to find Shane, bury his face in the crook of his neck, and let the persona of "The Iron Rozanov" melt away. "Shane?" he called out, his voice raspy. No answer. A sliver of light spilled from beneath the master bathroom door. Ilya smiled faintly, rubbing the back of his neck. Shane must have beaten him home and opted for a soak to soothe his own battered ribs. Shane was a fan of rituals—expensive salts, high-end candles, anything to drown out the noise of being Shane Hollander. Ilya kicked off his shoes and padded toward the bathroom. "I’m home, malysh," he murmured, pushing the door open. "I hope you saved some hot water for-" The sentence died in his throat. The smile didn't just fade; it vanished as if it had never existed. The bathroom was thick with steam, smelling of hibiscus and cedarwood. But Ilya’s brain didn't process the scent. It processed the sight. Shane was submerged in the tub, his head tilted back against the porcelain, his eyes closed, his body unnervingly still. And the water-the water was a deep, visceral, terrifying crimson. It looked like a massacre. It looked like a life drained out into a ceramic basin. In an instant, the year was no longer the present. The luxury apartment dissolved. Ilya was twelve years old again, standing in a cramped kitchen in Russia. He was seeing his mother’s pale, limp hand draped across the ground, pills scattered everywhere. He remembered the silence of that day, a silence that felt like a scream you couldn't hear. The trauma, suppressed under layers of muscle, fame, and hockey padding, erupted like a geyser. "Shane!" The sound that ripped from Ilya’s chest wasn't a name; it was a sob, a fractured howl of pure, unadulterated agony. He didn't walk; he lunged. He hit the tiled floor on his knees with a bone-jarring thud, his hands shaking so violently he could barely grip the edge of the tub. "Shane! No, no, no-. Shane, wake up! Look at me!" Ilya’s large, calloused hands plunged into the dark red water, frantic and clumsy. He grabbed Shane’s shoulders, hauling him upward. His mind was a strobe light of horrors. Did he have a knife? Did he take something? Was the pressure of the secret too much? Did I miss the signs? "Please, pozhaluysta, Shane, don't leave me!" Ilya was hyperventilating now, the air coming in jagged, useless gulps. He dragged Shane’s limp upper body out of the water, pinning him against his chest, heedless of his own expensive sweater getting soaked in the red liquid. He was checking for wounds, his fingers searching Shane’s wrists, his neck, his chest, his eyes blurred by a thick veil of tears. "Stay with me, stay with me, I’ve got you-" "Ilya? Wh-what?" Shane’s eyes flew open, wide and disoriented. He sputtered, coughing as water splashed into his face. He felt Ilya’s heart hammering like a trapped bird against his back, felt the crushing, desperate grip of the man’s arms. "Ilya? What’s happening? Are we-is there a fire?" Shane scrambled for purchase, his hands splashing in the red water. Ilya didn't let go. He couldn't. He was rocking back and forth on the floor, holding Shane to his chest with a strength that was bordering on painful. His face was buried in Shane’s wet hair, and he was making a sound Shane had never heard bbefore, a low, broken whimpering. "You’re alive," Ilya choked out, the words barely intelligible. "You’re alive, you’re alive..." Shane finally managed to twist around in Ilya’s arms, his own heart racing from the sudden, violent wake-up. He looked at Ilya and his stomach dropped. The giant, stoic Boston Captain looked like a ghost. His skin was ash-gray, his eyes bloodshot and unfocused, and he was trembling so hard his teeth were literally chattering. "Ilya, look at me. Hey, look at me," Shane said, his voice dropping into a soft, urgent tone. He reached up, cupping Ilya’s face. "I’m okay. I’m right here. I just fell asleep. I was so tired, I-" Shane’s gaze flicked down to the tub, then to the red stains on Ilya’s clothes, then back to the tub. The realization hit him like a cross-check to the throat. The bath bomb. He had bought a new one at the boutique near the arena. "Midnight Rose," the label had said. It was supposed to be luxurious. He hadn't realized it would turn the water the color of an arterial spray. And he knew, God, he knew, about Ilya’s mother. Ilya had only told him once,
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Nurse Me Back To Health by theemporium
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-26
“You’re not Lily,” he said, his voice accusing and his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “No, I am not,” she agreed. “Lily sent me here to take you to her place.” Shane looked dubious. “You know Lily?” “Yes,” Svetlana nodded. “The real Lily.” Shane huffed a little. “Then what’s Lily’s favourite colour?” Svetlana raised her brows. “Do you even know Lily’s favourite colour?” Shane blinked. “No, why do you ask?” Svetlana stared at him for a few moments, her mind whirling with the set of circumstances that led her to standing in a hospital room on a Thursday morning with one of the best players in the league on more drugs than seemed necessary. . Or, in which the game happens in Boston and Ilya comes up with a very bad, very last minute plan to play Shane's nurse (with the help of Svetlana and identity theft).
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“So you come to me?” Ilya stepped toward Shane, “Did you let yourself into my home because in this city I’m the only tether you have to normalcy? Or because you want my knot?” Ilya stood in front of Shane, one hand under his shirt on his hip squeezing softly, the other hand against his face, his finger tips gently sliding through his hair. Shane leaned his head into Ilya’s hand. “I don’t know.” Shane felt the first tear slip down the side of his nose. He didn’t want to cry but his body felt so disconnected. or; shane starts his heat and boston gets snowed out, at least he knows a guy in the city to crash with
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While David rifles through the pantry, Ilya takes a deep breath. This is not his family. He’s here for Shane, because Shane needs him. He doesn’t—he needs to be the steady one right now. Because if Shane sees him freak out then Shane will just freak out more, and that’s not fair. Especially not when, objectively, intellectually, Ilya knows that there’s nothing to freak out about now. But the truth is, Ilya is nervous. or, ilya and david share a moment while shane and yuna go outside. set during s1e6.
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