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That was how he found himself sitting at the bar, a few days before the All-Star game, alone. Around him, groups of other players that he vaguely knew were all talking and laughing together. It was for the best, he had to tell himself to stop the jealousy from eating him from the inside out.
- Part 1 of trans shane hollander chronicles
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i'm your biggest fan, mr. hollander by orphan_account
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Shane blinked away the easy haziness settling over his mind and turned, his mouth going dry and his heart stuttering to a stop in his chest as he pieced together what was happening. One of Shane’s extra jerseys – one used almost exclusively for photos – was pulled across Ilya’s body, clinging to his chest and shoulders and loosening around his waist where his body tapered in. “Oh my God,” Shane exhaled, fairly certain that he might be dying and this was the first glimpse of heaven he was going to get. Ilya turned slowly, grinning, and showed off the HOLLANDER spreading across his back and Shane’s number branding him. “You played so well, Mr. Hollander. I’m such a fan of you.” or, hollanov roleplay with ilya in shane's jersey
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“I don’t need to see a doctor. I am fine. You’re worrying for nothing. Let’s just go to sleep.” Go to sleep? Shane huffs, Ilya thought it was fine. It didn’t matter if he was in pain or danger? They should just move on? As if. “It’s not nothing. I’m worried about your health. Which you don’t seem to care about! Tell me one reason that I shouldn’t be worried!” “Because I didn’t take them.” “What?” “I threw the bottles away when you left. Happy?” Or, Ilya doesn’t keep pills in his house and Shane finds out why.
- Part 2 of ⟡ sad Ilya ⟡
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kiss me one more time, make all my problems disappear by maraudersmqry
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Haas was too focused on watching Ilya circulate around the room, the captain making his usual rounds with the teammates. Shane could see the awe in his features, how much he admired his husband. But all it did was sour the feeling forming in his gut. Stop. Stop it. Luca is just a kid. Be good. He strictly tried to reel himself in. Be good. IN WHICH Shane drops before practice. Ilya has to do his best to bring his husband back up.
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Shane is more sentimental than Ilya gives him credit for.
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“I can stand by myself!” To prove his point, Shane straightens up so that he’s no longer leaning into Ilya’s side; he makes it about two steps before he nearly crashes back into Ilya. “Can you?” He thinks he hears Rozanov laugh under his breath as he moves to support Shane again. He glares up at Rozanov, but this only causes the Russian to laugh even more. “People can see you are drunk, Hollander. I am just good friend who is helping you out.” “I…I’m not drunk.” Rozanov seems to mull it over for a second before he nods his head. “You are right. You are not drunk, you are a liar.” or Shane thinks it’s a good idea to try and out drink Ilya; Ilya has to deal with the consequences.
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In which Ilya, Shane, and their daughter sing along to Mulan at the cottage.
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Looking back at it now, how he longed for his own bed, he thought maybe his mother wasn’t lazy at all, but maybe her own mind and heart were just simply too heavy for her to lift. He hoped that practice would help his mood lift, and his medication would kick in. He’d be back to being himself. The rink was cold when Shane and he entered, hand in hand, and the loud chatter of his team immediately made a headache bloom behind his eyes. Ilya is having a bad depression day, but at the end of it all Shane is right there to help him.
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Hayden pieces together the not-so-subtle cues from Shane and Ilya throughout the years. Some are clearer than others. Like a very intoxicated Shane leaving his phone open after a night with Lily. Where "Lily" loves how desperate Shane was for his dick. Afterwards, a lot of heart eyes later, things are out in the open and Ilya couldn't be happier to have a new Canadian to torment. A how to for traumatising Hayden Pike
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Ilya has a surprise for Shane. ---- “But I want to see you,” Shane whined. “Just long enough to get surprise,” Ilya murmured. The silk scarf slid snug behind Shane’s head, darkness making Shane breathe faster. Shane swallowed hard as the world narrowed to touch and sound, every nerve straining for proof that Ilya was still there. He tilted his head just a fraction, just enough to catch the ghost of movement. Fingers. Long, confident. He tugged uselessly at the scarf binding his wrists to the headboard. “Ilya,” he breathed. “You said you wouldn’t tease.” “But I want to see you,” Shane whined. “Just long enough to get surprise,” Ilya murmured. The silk scarf slid snug behind Shane’s head, darkness making Shane breathe faster. Shane swallowed hard as the world narrowed to touch and sound, every nerve straining for proof that Ilya was still there. He tilted his head just a fraction, just enough to catch the ghost of movement. Fingers. Long, confident. Drifting down his chest towards his aching cock. Shane’s excitement burned fast and bright, tightening low in his stomach until it felt less like arousal and more like need. The longer Ilya made him wait, the worse it got. Every second without him another reminder of how badly Shane wanted him. He tugged uselessly at the scarf binding his wrists to the headboard. “Ilya,” he breathed. “You said you wouldn’t tease.” A low chuckle answered him. “Did I?” Rough fingers caught his ankle and pulled his leg straight. “Hold still, baby.” Shane forced his body to be still, barely breathing as every bone in his body begged for the Russian’s touch. Ilya lifted his leg and pressed his foot against solid muscle. His thigh. The realization sent a shiver through him. Something soft wrapped around his ankle, tightening fast. A cuff. “Baby,” Shane gasped, the word tearing out of him. “Mmhmm?” Lips brushed just above the leather - unhurried, possessive - before his leg was lowered and the other lifted. The second cuff clicked closed. “You good, moya dusha?” “Yeah,” Shane panted, rolling his ankles. The leather was absurdly soft. “Let me see you.” “Almost.” Ilya told him, earning a groan of frustration. His rich laugh vibrated over Shane’s skin. “Patience.” “I’ve been fucking patient.” Ilya just laughed again, and his body weight left the bed. Shane strained without thinking, chest lifting off the mattress, chasing heat that was already gone. Don’t leave. Don’t- “Baby-” Shane hardly recognized his own voice. “I’m still here.” Ilya’s voice was suddenly close. Warm lips brushed Shane’s mouth. Just enough. “Fuck,” Ilya murmured. “Y ou’re beautiful.” “Rozanov, please.” “I love when you sound like that.” Then he was gone again. Something heavy landed at the foot of the bed. Shane frowned beneath the scarf, confusion threading through the lust. His right foot was lifted, leg straightened. Metal tapped metal. What is that? Hands tightened around the cuff. Then his other ankle was lifted. The cuffs were attached to something, he felt it before he understood it. The bed shifted. Shane was tugged downward just enough to stretch his arms fully overhead. “Fuck!” “Know what it is?” Weight settled over him before he could answer. Thighs framing his chest. The scarf was stripped away. Light rushed back in and there was Ilya, looming above him, his curls a halo around his face, eyes sharp, cock hard and leaking. “Ilya…” Shane’s tongue flicked out without thinking, brushing the flushed head of Ilya’s cock. A sound tore from Ilya’s chest. “So pretty.” he muttered, shifting his cock out of Shane’s reach. He cupped Shane’s cheek, tipped his head back. Shane sucked his thumb into his mouth, eyes locked on Ilya’s face. On the tight jaw, the way his curls brushed his forehead when his brow furrowed. “Fuck,” Ilya groaned. “Look at you.” Shane hollowed his cheeks around the digit, sucking hard. Fingers tangled in his hair, jerking his head back just enough to steal his breath. “Do you want to be my slut tonight?” Ilya whispered, stroking Shane’s cock once, then twice, then letting it slap back against his stomach. “Forever,” Shane moaned. God, forever. “Want to be good for you. Let me be good for you.” “Open your mouth.”
- Part 1 of Stolen Moments
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Shane needs to have his wisdom tooth extracted and Ilya is there to hold his hand.
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memories of the skin by loverboysteve
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
"How did you get?" Ilya says, keeping his voice low. The dead weight of Shane's head means he's probably close to drifting off. He moves his hand from between Shane's shoulder blades to trace the raised scar tissue on his shoulder. Shane pulls back from his absentminded nuzzling. He frowns in confusion at the question, scrunching up his nose and those freckles that Ilya adores. "Wha-? Oh, that," says Shane, eyes catching on the scar on his shoulder. "Hockey, of course." — set after episode 6 at the cottage, where a discussion of scars takes place. shane finds out that some scars are worse than others.
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Shane Hollander is gay and at this point the whole world knows this – his husband most of all. This fact was confirmed millenia ago… and yet, the mere mention of that woman causes indescribable jealousy to flare up inside Ilya Rozanov. It literally has nothing to do with Rose Landry, she is a great friend to Shane and, at this point, she is a great friend to him as well. He loves her as much as Shane loves her. Why then is the green-eyed monster ever present when they joke about their past relationship? Perhaps he needs to discuss his jealousy issues and possessiveness with his therapist… or he could simply remind his husband who he belongs to. Ilya prefers the latter, especially when he has things to prove wrong.
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Wherever I'm with you by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
He drives to the airport with an unshakeable urge to pull over and turn around. He smokes four cigarettes in a row before he boards the plane, then chews an entire pack of gum on the flight to try and cover the worst of the smell.
He exits the airport half-hoping that Shane has chickened out of the whole thing. Then he spots him, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel in the most boring suburban dad car Ilya has ever had the misfortune of laying his eyes on, and he’s so happy to see him that his legs feel unsteady beneath his weight.
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Or, the cottage, Ilya's version: an extended ep 6 featuring my take on what happened in the gaps we didn't see.
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Shane starts a letterboxed. Ilya does too, for some reason. From godzllas on twt: hollanov fic where someone forces shane to get letterboxd and fans start questioning what is going on bc ilya and shane keep logging the same movies
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Ilya is hurt- and stubborn- refusing medication even though he's clearly miserable. Shane is trying to be a good husband. Then he learns about the woman who would've been his mother- in-law, and things fall into place.
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Once More to See You by fuckboy_genius
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Ilya has a nightmare.
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forgive my northern attitude (I was raised out in the cold) by Nickies_Nonsense
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-30
Fuck, he couldn’t let Hollander see him like this. An echo of his fathers voice played in his head, “ты слаб, Ilya.” You are weak. —— Ilya has a hard time accepting help from anyone, especially when he’s sick. Good thing Shane Hollander doesn’t take no for an answer. Ilya arrived at the cottage before Shane. His boyfriend had one more game in the afternoon before he could get there for their long weekend getaway so Ilya had packed for both of them and made the drive himself. It was weird being in the cottage by himself, he thought as he put their bags down and stared out the window admiring the view of the lake. Then his stomach churned and he groaned walking away to sit down heavily on the couch. He’d started to feel…not well this morning but he insisted that Shane go to his game and he’d powered through the long drive to get here. The cold, clean air of the cottage would be good for him, he thought, and anyway it's not like Ilya ever got really ill. Shane was a different story with his weak stomach and frequent migraines that he’d inherited from his mother but Ilya was always healthy. A workhorse, his father had said once. Strong, Capable, Dependable. But maybe, he could just take a little nap now he thought to himself as he lay down on the couch and closed his eyes. That way he’d be ready to ravish his boyfriend when he showed up. He woke up hours later to darkness and a pounding in his head. Ilya squinted, grabbing for his phone. It was already six pm. Fuck, Shane would be here soon. It took too much effort to swing his legs off the side of the couch and he swayed as he stood up, holding onto the back of the couch for support. “Blyat,” he cursed under his breath as his head throbbed and his vision blurred dangerously. His stomach lurched and he remembered why he’d woken up in the first place. He rushed to the bathroom and made it just in time to fall to his knees on the tile and puke up his meager lunch. Trembling, he stood up and hastily brushed his teeth with shaking hands. Fuck, he couldn’t let Hollander see him like this. An echo of his fathers voice played in his head, “ты слаб, Ilya.” You are weak. Ilya carefully made his way back to the couch, trying not to irritate his stomach or his head anymore than he already had. He sat perched on the edge of the couch, head in his hands, until he heard a knock on the door. Shane let himself in and Ilya stood up, trying to muster up a proper greeting. “Hi,” he breathed. He must have failed because Shane’s smile faltered and his hands came up to cup Ilya’s cheeks. “Are you feeling okay?” He said, his brow furrowing in concentration like Ilya was another puzzle for him to solve. Ilya pouted at him, “now you say I look bad.” “No, no, not that it’s just…you're really pale, are you sure you're okay?” Ilya sighed, “I was a little sick before, I’m fine now.” Shane looked like he didn’t believe him so Ilya pressed forward, crushing their mouths together and raising one hand to grip the back of Shane’s head, running his fingers through his hair. At the small noise his boyfriend made in response Ilya instantly felt better. He stepped back, pulling them both towards the couch when a sudden sharp pain went through his head. It felt like someone punched him in the skull and Ilya dropped Shane’s hands, swearing and sitting down on the couch as the room spun. “-lya?” Shane was saying, his fingers tugging at where Ilya had his head buried in his hands. “Are you okay?” Shane said. All he could do was shake his head carefully in response. Shane sat down next to him on the couch, rubbing comforting circles on his back until Ilya was able to speak again. “Sorry.” ты слаб “No,” Shane insisted, “don’t be sorry, fuck its my fault, I thought you looked sick this morning and I left anyway.” “I’m-” he started to say before Shane cut him off. “If you say you're fine, I swear to god Ilya.” “Okay,” he muttered, a small smile curling at his lips, “Mr. Nurse.” “Whatever,” Shane huffed, he pressed the back of his hand to Ilya’s forehead and Ilya leaned into it despite himself, the cold felt so good. “You're burning up,” Shane pointed out. Ilya hummed in response. “Okay, let me see what meds we have here,” Shane said, standing up and walking away towards the kitchen. Ilya missed him immediately. He returned a moment later with a glass of water, a handful of little red pills, and a thermometer. “Open,” he said, holding up the thermometer.
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Shane’s cheeks burned red and he turned away from him, “sorry that I'm so boring all the time,” “Mmh, not all the time,” Ilya smiled deviously, “sometimes you are very fun,” The shorter raised an eyebrow at him, “yeah? And what are those times?” “When we fuck,”
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David wasn’t kidding when he said that with Ilya in his life now, he was blessed with another son, and he was going through with that promise with a father-son trip. Which is how they find themselves in the place that had originally drafted Ilya: Boston, MA. Or, David Hollander takes Ilya on a good ol' American vacation like he deserves.
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