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The woman had her hair tucked under a knit hat, and her eyes were actually kind.
"You are cold," she said.
"I'm fine," Shane said. His teeth betrayed him with a chatter.
She unwound her scarf from her own neck and wrapped it around his.
Eight-year-old Shane goes to a hockey camp in Moscow, becomes a victim to language barrier, and gets rescued by a woman who gives him her scarf and tells him snow angels are real.
Eighteen years later, Ilya finds out his mother had already met the love of his life.
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- AO3:
- #79350501
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Ilya knows the superstitions about the Stanley Cup.
Knows not to touch it till he's WON it, knows how many teeth its chipped, how the keeper will only wear white gloves, and he knows that everyone who wins it, touches it, hoists it over their heads... swears it's like magic.
But Ilya knows the truth. Its not like magic.
It is.- Language:
- English
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- 1
- AO3:
- #80068371
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When Shane suspects Ilya has the flu but he's away for a game, he calls upon his mother to make sure Ilya is well taken care of in his absence. ___ “I’m sorry I thought you were mama,” Ilya quickly said on top of her words, still unwilling to meet her eye. So this was where the majority of the silence stemmed from, then. Shame. She immediately sat back down, plate forgotten. Even with his head angled downwards, she did not miss the red flush on his cheeks and chin. YUNA “Hey, sweetheart. Isn’t the game beginning in two hours? What’s up?” Yuna huffed quietly into the receiver of her phone, amused, as she watched David mercilessly throw snow off of the roof of their car with a shovel. He caught her watching through the kitchen window, sent her a gloved thumbs-up, and continued to sweep it from the windshield as if he had a vendetta against the wintertime. “Mom— hi,” Shane’s voice was tinny and obscured on the other line, as it always was whenever he was so far away, but this time even more-so when combined with the noise of what must have been the locker room. Shane rarely ever called this soon before a game; his priorities often more-so aligned with keeping his teammates in check and completing pre- game interviews, not placating his nervous mother. Something was amiss, and she had a nagging feeling it was serious. “Is something wrong?” She asked, unable to contain it. She heard him sigh. That was never a good start. Somewhere near him, a teammate shrieked something incoherent. But she patiently waited him out as he tried to find the words. “It’s— Lily,” he finally said, clearly frustrated. Her heart ached. She hated that he needed to be so careful with his words when around anyone he knew personally. She hated that he couldn’t be open and honest and carefree. She hated that all of the men he surrounded himself with got to talk openly about their wives and girlfriends and children, and he was relegated to a code- word like an obsessive middle schooler. But she steeled that anger for another time. “She’s sick, I think. Since I’m all the way over here for another twenty-four hours at least, I was hoping you might be able to… check up on her.” The ‘her’ was strained. Yuna nodded gratuitously, despite the fact that her son couldn’t see her. “Of course. Of course I will. Do you know specifically what’s wrong?” “Flu, I think. H—she won’t tell me. She mentioned not feeling well a few hours ago, and I haven’t heard anything since,” then, quieter, more nervous: “she would never ask for help, but I know she needs it. She wouldn’t have mentioned anything if it wasn’t bad.” Yuna Hollander did not know her son’s boyfriend quite well just yet. He had only recently fully transitioned to living in Ottawa, and therefore only just becoming a common occurrence in their lives— perhaps even more common than her own son. She had had him over plenty of times with Shane by his side, but only a handful of times by himself: almost always to watch Shane’s games. While so much was obscured in shrouded ambiguity, though, she did know one thing for certain: that Ilya Rozanov seemed to be a very stubborn man. And that Shane himself would never reach out, asking for her help on his behalf, if he didn’t think he needed it. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” she decided. “I’ll send you updates, but focus on the game for now, okay?” Shane snorted. “Yeah, yeah. Text me, please.” “Of course, honey. I love you.” “Love you too.” ____ Ilya’s new-construction mansion in Ottawa, purchased with Yuna’s amateur but enthusiastic real-estate guidance, was imposing beneath the newly-fallen snow: large and dark and glassy. David had managed to free Yuna’s car by the time she’d gathered a bag of groceries and medication, and she was not particularly cautious on her speedy drive over. She did not bother with knocking. There was no doorbell, and the house was sprawling; she doubted Ilya would notice if she walked right in if he was in one of the back bedrooms. She put in the code Shane had given her and noisy kicked off her shoes to announce her presence, but it sparked no reaction from the silent, open-floor living space. She placed her shopping bags on the counter and continued down the hall, knocking on the large door she remembered leading to the master bedroom when she had last been given a tour by the realtor, months ago. “Ilya? It’s Yuna,” she called, forcefully. There was no answer. Suddenly nervous, her hand shook, just barely, on the handle. “I’m coming in.” The room was dark, save for the meager light coming from a lamp on the dresser. It smelled stale and musky, like a teenage boy’s room when left unattended and uncleaned for too long. It was not messy, though— but eerily empty, as though nobody lived there. No clothing, no photos, no decorations besides the essential bedroom furniture. The only sign of life was a curled-up lump on the bed, facing away from the door. Yuna walked over, crouching down beside the bed near Ilya’s sleeping face. His expression, though slack and peaceful, was marred by the pallor of his skin and the unsettling, uneven pattern of his breathing. She slowly reached up to comb a hand through his hair, and nearly yanked her fingers back when she found it soaking wet, heat radiating from his skull. When she had first become a mother, pregnant with Shane, she was mortified that she would have to do things like this: take care of gross, feverish bodies, change diapers. But when she held him in her arms for the first time, it was as though his body became an extension of hers, and that fear dissipated into only small queasiness during episodes of sickness. Though Ilya was not hers by nature, she felt that same unyielding courage in the face of just how gross his damp, sticky skin felt. She quickly yanked the mound of blankets and quilts atop him down to his hips to cool him down, pressing a hand to his back. His tee-shirt was soaked through with sweat. When she then felt his neck, the temperature there was no better. “Ilya,” Yuna, though a calm person in most situations, felt the tightening in her voice. Why hadn’t he woken up by now, with all of this prodding? His skin was hotter than she’d ever felt
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- AO3:
- #80197161
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Ilya hasn’t planned on meeting Shane’s parents after only three days at the cottage. He sure as hell hasn’t planned on dying that very same day, only to wake up in his childhood home in Moscow. The year is 2004, he’s twelve again, and his mother is still alive.
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- 1
- AO3:
- #78187056
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He carefully adjusted Misha in his arms. The tiny body shifted slightly, his brow furrowing for a split second, but when Ilya placed his hand on his chest and continued humming softly, the child calmed immediately. "Полегче, малыш. (Easy there, little one)," he whispered in Russian. "Papa here." He ran his thumb over his son's soft cheek, just as Irina had once done. So in short, Ilya sings quietly to his son.
- Part 8 of Little Ice Flower
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- AO3:
- #80108866
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heat seeker (the many names of ilya rozanov) by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-02-23
Ilya Rozanov has always understood the power of a name.
On the ice, it’s a threat.
In headlines, it’s a brand.
In Boston, it’s a chant.But in Moscow, it was once a lullaby.
And in Shane Hollander’s voice, it becomes something softer. Something dangerous. Something that makes Ilya want more than he was ever meant to have.From a golden kitchen in Moscow to the roar of Boston crowds, from hotel rooms and tuna melts to hospital monitors and wedding vows, this is the story of how a boy who learned what silence feels like finds someone who refuses to stop saying his name.
And maybe—just maybe—that’s what saves him.
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- English
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #80091786
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i've been playing dead my whole life by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-21
“We knew when his words came in that he’d–” Yuna’s voice cracked around the idea, that specific word escaping her. “That he won’t have to know what it feels like to lose his soulmate.”
Because Shane was always going to go first. How must it have felt, to look upon her son and see those words, and know with complete certainty he would go first? Maybe it was better, having as vague of a word as Ilya did on his chest. At least he couldn’t think about it, couldn’t imagine scenarios in which it could be said.
“I assume,” Yuna said, pausing to take a deep breath as though to steel herself, “he said yours last night.”
Ilya nodded, admitting what he didn’t dare say out loud.
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AU where the last words you ever hear from your soulmate are tattooed on your chest. Ilya and Shane still argue over the party, Ilya still already chose Shane, and everything goes so much worse after Shane leaves.
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- 1
- AO3:
- #79994411
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hold your hand through plastic now by shaneshole (MuddieBuddies)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-20
Male carriers are a rare breed in North America. With only .005% of the male population having the recessive gene. In Canada there are a couple hundred male pregnancies documented each year with only half of them carrying to full term. Shane Hollander was one of the .005%. He just didn't know it. or; the angsty Shane Hollander mpreg fic
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- 1
- AO3:
- #75293396
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i care, i care, i care by amongtheshadows
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-18
“If it ever gets bad,” he’d said quietly, eyes serious in a way that made Ilya’s chest ache, “you call me. Or you call my parents. You don’t get to drown by yourself anymore. They love you. I love you and that’s not conditional.” Ilya had brushed it off at first. He always did. “I am not drowning.” Shane had just tilted his head. “Promise me anyway.” And because it was Shane, because the word promise meant something sacred to him, Ilya had nodded. “I promise.” (ie. ilya gets sent a photo of irina while shane is in montreal and does the right thing and reaches out for help)
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- AO3:
- #79764826
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But it’s true. David Hollander is normal about hockey. He has a life outside it. He goes to work at the Treasury. He goes on long walks. He volunteers at animal shelters. He puzzles. Well—he works on puzzles? Ilya still is not sure how the verbs work there.
The point is: David Hollander built a life outside of hockey that was fulfilling—that remains fulfilling. This, in its roundabout way, and though Ilya could never admit it, saves Ilya’s life.
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or, a treatise on grief, depression, and chronic suicidality- Language:
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- 1
- AO3:
- #79775926
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Mama's Boy, Mama's Boy by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-15
Shane's first mistake was going to talk to Ilya Rozanov before their game. His second was immediately, stupidly, meeting the eyes of Rozanov’s very much dead mother hovering at his side.
- Part 6 of Heated Rivalry AUs
- Part 1 of Ghost Irina AU
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- English
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- 68,348
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- 5/5
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- 4 versions
- AO3:
- #76675671
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When Shane is 11, he and Ilya have their first sleepover, as best friends do. Shenanigans ensue and secrets are shared. Everyone needs someone who sees them. [Can be read as a stand alone.]
- Part 2 of what’s the price of being young
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- English
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #79387226
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Ilya was a machine. He was an animal trained. He brought the cigarette up to his lips and sucked in. His chest burned. Yesterday the door was ajar when he passed by his parents’ bedroom. Standing still in the hallway he watched for a minute as his mother, sitting like a soldier at her vanity, used her fingers to spread a thick peach-colored paint across her left cheekbone and around her eye. Ilya took another breath. He lit his lungs on fire.
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- 1
- AO3:
- #79134436
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Shane, As Defined by Ilya. by Jamjamfae
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-10
Finally have time and inspiration to write a AU where Irina escapes her husband, and is able to take Ilya with her and raise him on her own with the support of the women of the neighbourhood like Yuna Hollander. 'There has never been a version of Shane that never loved Ilya.'
- Part 1 of There is no Shane without Ilya.
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- 7/7
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #79225396
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Irina flees Russia with 9-year-old Ilya, hoping for a new start in Canada’s capital. While she is working through asylum paperwork, Ilya runs into a boy his own age in the hallways of a government building.
- Part 1 of what’s the price of being young
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- English
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- AO3:
- #79087771
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Small Serendipity by the_hemlocked
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-06
When he was seven years old, Shane Hollander was briefly lost at an airport. Luckily, the kindness of a stranger ensured he made it back to his parents safely, putting an end to a terrifying three hours for the Hollanders. It takes twenty years (and one heated rivalry) for Shane to learn the name of his rescuer. It takes twenty years for Ilya to learn his wish had already come true.
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- English
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- AO3:
- #79014556
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Irina Rozanova is Proud of Yuna and David Hollander by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-03
Irina Rozanova loves her son and hates to see him feeling alone. She can't move on until he's loved as much as he needs.
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- AO3:
- #78812146
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we're the product of love (that we do not receive). by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-02
Maybe together they could figure out a way to make sure Ilya was never afraid of David again. He really didn’t want to be afraid of David.
“Is… silly.” Ilya said. “Maybe not silly, but now that we are here and not there, I see it was silly. I broke the wine, and I thought - maybe everyone will be angry. And…” Clearing his throat, Ilya pushed past his discomfort to spit out the next part. “Well, angry back in Russia is not the same as angry here, I think.”
“What was angry like back in Russia?”
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Ilya drops a bottle of wine, and it's fine. Really, it's fine. If only someone could tell Ilya's brain that.
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- AO3:
- #78804886
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out of your mouth by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-02-01
It's the first game between Ottawa and Montreal since Shane transferred. Montreal's new center is out for blood, and when he manages to get under Shane's skin, Hollander surprises them all.
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- AO3:
- #78699406
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to the tempo of your uptight (he flickers through your damage) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-29
It didn’t really click for Shane until his boyfriend nearly broke down their steel-inforced bathroom door to get to him; Something Is Wrong With Ilya.
or: Ilya goes off the deep end. Shane doesn’t realize he’s already down there with him.
- Part 2 of Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call
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- English
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- 1
- AO3:
- #78552791