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5 times Ilya Rozanov understood English and 1 time he didn't by frog_key_12
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-02
Ilya learns a bunch of hockey slang in the first few years of his career and he thinks he's got English down pretty well, unfortunately, you never stop learning
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“Hollander.” Shane’s head snaps back to his left. Ilya is much closer, pace slightly hurried. “Come here.” His voice sort of mimics the way one would talk to an animal paralyzed in fight-or-flight. Shane is not sure what to make of that. He slowly turns his head in the opposite direction, where his vision tunnels on the door for the stairwell. It almost glows like a special item in a video game, like a hint. Without giving himself time to doubt, he bolts. “Wha- Hollander, what the fuck!” Ilya shouts in audible disbelief, and Shane distinctly hears matching thuds of frantic footsteps behind him; Ilya is chasing after him. Shane runs faster, positively sprinting at this point. He’s the fastest skater in the NHL right now. He can do this. He flings the door open and bounds down the steps two at a time, hitting the walls with each turn of a corner. If he eats shit on this filthy floor and embarrasses himself in front of Ilya, he thinks, he’ll never let himself see the light of day ever again. or alternatively, in which Shane accidentally sends the text, and Ilya chases after him. Like, actually chases after him.
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Every End (Is A New Beginning) by SummerRaine14
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-02
They were always competing, in a league of their own, but always together. Every conversation they'd had about their future involved their careers ending the way they'd started. Together. Ilya had been with the Ottawa Centaurs for over eight years. He had turned a dying franchise into a team to be reckoned with. The addition of his husband only further cemented Ottawa's place in the league. But as the crowds grew bigger, and the team's points got higher, Ilya felt the flame within him dwindle. -- OR -- Ilya retires, featuring his final game and jersey #81 retirement ceremony.
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#GetWellSoonShane by minniekitten
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-02
Shane has a bad case of flu. While Shane receives much needed love from the everyone, the Internet discovers how close Ilya Rozanov and David Hollander are.
- Part 1 of The Hashtag Series
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Shane Hollander and his quirks lived through a lot. And Ilya is being great about it. This is a story insight into Shane's quirks, how he deals with them and how is being loved by Ilya about it.
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When The Ice Breaks by LeviosaWitch
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
Shane hides a career ending injury from Ilya for months, terrified of disappointment and loss. When his body gives out, so does his carefully constructed facade. or Shane is stubborn and doesn't want Ilya to worry.
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the law of loving others by xiaomaomii
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
There are footsteps outside, a nurse probably, so Ilya readies himself for goodbye. It’s too soon. Too soon. How am I meant to leave him here? Bruised, without wrapping him up in that navy weighted blanket he likes. Without feeding him his stupid, regimented rabbit diet and his ginger ale? Without teasing him about his neatness habits and about the singular pass he missed in that game we played against each other years ago? Without kissing him all over–his cheeks, his lips, his eyelids, across his chest, and the curve of his spine. His scapula, where his wings must be hiding. Angel Hollander. Boring Hollander. Beautiful Hollander. That’s all he is, beautiful. Ilya’s chest feels full to bursting. If his heart were a machine, it would destroy him, and then the world, with love. OR, Shane gets hurt on the ice. Ilya does not take it well. He thinks, and thinks, and thinks.
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when the sun came up, i was looking at you by justhockey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
It feels like he’s holding the entire world inside his heart. Ilya loves him so much. An impossible, unbelievable amount. It swells inside of him, warm and cozy, like a little pocket of sunlight lodged beneath his ribs. This love is the most gentle thing Ilya has ever known, and he can’t believe he gets to keep it. (Or, a perfect afternoon at the cottage.)
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Ilya smiles and leans in, his lips a few centimeters away from Shane's. "I thought you would not want me getting germs all over the place. You have game in a few days, you wouldn't want to be sick for that." "So you're allowed to play sick, and I'm not?" he asks. Ilya nods again, the tip of his nose bumping Shane's. — Ilya Rozanov hasn't been cared for while sick in decades. This, predictably, brings up some feelings when the Hollanders try to do just that.
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come home to my heart by turn_my_castles_blue
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-31
Shane Hollander retires after one last game in Montreal. What follows is a night of empty locker rooms, long highways, and the slow realization that letting go of hockey doesn’t mean letting go of himself…especially when Ilya Rozanov is there to remind him of everything they’ve already won. Update: I added an epilogue of sorts from Ilya’s POV (which caused the rating change). I hope you enjoy!
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I Will Hold Your Hands (And Hold You Together) by oddityofstars
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-31
A moment of support, of love. - It's the Centaurs' first game against the Metros with both Shane and Ilya on the team, and Shane isn't handling it too well.
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Shane Hollander is anxious. He thinks he might have been tense since the day he was born, and it shows. He’s constantly rolling his shoulders or massaging some limb that he just can’t rid of soreness or tension. He is Shane Hollander, of course, so he’s seen the best massage therapists that money can buy, but nothing ever seems to stick. He’ll get a week or two of relief, but he’ll always feel the tension seeping back in. It’s always worse when he has more interviews or shoots, which makes it obvious to Shane that he needs to cut back, but it isn’t that simple.
- Part 1 of hollanov fluff
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Gym scene, except Shane overexerts himself after coming 2nd in the draft and makes an attentive Ilya very worried… Ilya always wants to take care of Shane, even when Shane doesn’t know how much he needs it. What will a dinner between the two best hockey rookies do for their rivalry?
- Part 1 of all of me
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We didn't even kiss by junevirginia
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-31
Shane sent the text. He felt like an idiot. He needed to be done with Ilya Rozanov. But he can't stop himself from going back to Ilya's room after Ilya calls him. OR AU where Shane sends the "We didn't even kiss" text and returns to Ilya's room to confront him.
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You're so golden by stargazingstormtrooper92
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-31
"What is happening?" "Is nothing," Ilya deflects and locks the plane bathroom door behind them. "It's not nothing. You have your 'someone stole my last piece of chocolate and I need to teach them some manners' look in your eyes," Shane says and slaps Ilya's hand going for his pants so that Ilya could focus. He just sighs and Shane laughs. "Oh my god, did he... He ate something you wanted and they didn't have it anymore? Is that the thing?" Shane's eyes were sparkling with amusment, Ilya was pouting like a child. "Chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream Shane. The one Yuna buys, the good kind. And Pike ate it all!" *** Or: Shane, Ilya, Rose and Hayden are called to LA for promotional photoshoot for a celebrity magazine. Inspired by Connor/Hudson photoshoots for Culture/Timid/Numero Netherlands photoshoot. Banter and fluff ✨💛
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Ilya has a hidden talent and it’s actually super sweet and not dirty at all. Until maybe it is.
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Shane is more sentimental than Ilya gives him credit for.
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Opposites Attract by attackattackattack
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
After his accident, Shane doesn’t remember Ilya Rozanov. Why does his rival visit him in the hospital? And who is this “Lily” in his phone? or an alternate story where shane forgets ilya but ilya makes shane remember this is canon compliant because it fits right after the accident and before the cottage
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The Ford is a rusted-out red bucket, the tent is a mess of orange nylon, and the Norwegian woods are a lot steeper than they looked on the map. The wilderness doesn't care about NHL standings, and right now, it’s winning. For six years, Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov have lived in the quiet of hotel rooms and the heat of the game. But here, far away from the cameras and the crowds, their guard is finally starting to drop. Between charred sausages, a ruined pair of sneakers, and a leaking tent, they are running out of ways to hide from the truth. As the summer ends, they have to decide if they are brave enough to stop being rivals and start being something else entirely. The morning is quiet. The grass is grey with dew as they pull out of the driveway, the air cool enough to make Shane shiver. He’d insisted on renting this red Ford—a rusted-out bucket that he called "the authentic experience"—and it coughs as Ilya hits the street. Ilya looks at the dashboard like it’s a personal insult. Shane knows he’s thinking about his Ferrari. Shane watches Ilya’s profile in the dim light. He listens to the engine’s uneven beat and almost hopes the car just stops. A stall would freeze the world right here. It would keep them trapped in the smell of old upholstery and cold air, holding the moment still before the real world starts calling them back. A bottle of bug spray rattles in the door, breaking the silence. Shane reaches out to steady it and glances at the mess in the back seat. Tents, sleeping bags, and groceries are piled to the roof. It’s a disaster, honestly. They leave the city behind, passing quiet streets where only a few windows are lit. Shane leans his head against the glass. For six years, this is all they’ve had: fast, desperate nights in hotel rooms in cities like Detroit or Columbus. Quick sex after games where they spent an hour trying to smash each other into the boards. Even then, Ilya always made a point of pinning Shane down. Shane can still feel it if he closes his eyes: the silver cross Ilya wears dangling cold against his skin, and the sound of Ilya’s ragged breath in his ear. He loves it—the feeling of being held there by someone who actually can. Shane smiles at his reflection. He definitely has a thing for being pinned down. Lately, though, it’s been different. The hotel rooms turned into tuna melts in Ilya’s Boston apartment and long nights on his massive sofa. And Shane, being Shane, freaked out. He remembers storming out of Ilya’s place, stammering some lie about an early practice while trying not to see the hurt in Ilya’s eyes. Maybe Ilya can feel him starting to spiral again, because he suddenly reaches across the gearbox and takes Shane’s hand. The shift happened so slowly Shane didn't even notice. Ilya Rozanov—the arrogant Russian superstar who can score fifty goals or bruise Shane’s hips with the same ease—has become something else. Shane doesn’t have a name for it yet. He just knows he somehow ended up asking Ilya to come to Norway. He blames the drugs they gave him in the hospital after his last concussion. They were good drugs. He still remembers Ilya visiting him in that white, sterile room, his large hand brushing Shane's cheek. It was the only thing that felt real. Now, though, he’s stone-cold sober and terrified. Coming out has never felt like an option. Not in their world. The locker room is still a place where "faggot" is a punchline and any sign of being "soft" is a target. Even with guys like Scott Hunter leading the way, the fear is still there, eating at him. Every time he thinks about the flight back, a knot tightens in his chest. The new season is waiting for them, and the questions won't stop looping: What if Ilya decides this is too much work? What if the distance and the risk aren't worth it? Or worse—what if he stays, and ends up in a grey interrogation room back home because he’s been "corrupted" by a Canadian? It sounds like a bad Cold War parody, but the fear is real. Shane is most definitely freaking out. Again. Ilya strokes the back of Shane’s hand with his thumb. He meets Shane’s gaze, and his eyes are uncharacteristically kind. Fuck. Maybe it will be easier in the woods, away from the slurs and the cameras. He hopes so. Because when this car eventually turns back toward the airport, summer is over. The world will expect them to be rivals again. Just the thought of it makes it hard to breathe. *** “We should’ve bought the one that expands,” Ilya says. “Like fucking Transformer.” He sounds just as pissed off as he does after a missed breakaway in the third period. They’re parked at the base of a trail that goes straight up the mountain. The plan was simple: pitch the tent, look like they know what they’re doing, and start hiking before lunch. Instead, it’s a total disaster. This tent—bought during a rush of "we’re going to be outdoorsmen" energy in Oslo—is more complicated than any play Shane has ever seen on a whiteboard. Shane leans against the rusted Ford and just watches him. He can’t help but smirk. Ilya Rozanov, who can deke out the world’s best defenders, is currently losing a fight to a pile of orange nylon. His hair is a mess, and he’s somehow managed to tangle a cord around his ankle like a trap. For a guy who spent the whole flight acting like a mountain was just another challenge to beat, Ilya looks exactly like what he is: a prince from Moscow who grew up in five-star hotels. He knows as much about the woods as Shane knows about Russian opera. In the NHL, someone else handles everything. Someone else books the flights, carries the bags, and makes sure the towels are warm. Out here, there’s no PR team to make their incompetence look like "grit." “The box said it’s a four-man tent,” Shane says, holding the manual. It’s written entirely in Norwegian. “Only if those four men are very small,” Ilya mutters, “and have no personal boundaries at all.” He gives the fabric a shove and looks up at the grey peaks and the endless trees. “Seriously, Hollander. You bring me to the edge of the world just to prove we are both idiots?” “I think we bought a garden ornament,” Ilya adds, kicking a pole. “Not a shelter.” “Maybe it’s a test,” Shane says. It’s the kind of empty encouragement he usually uses in the locker room when they’re down by three. “If we survive the tent, we might survive the trip.” That arrogant grin flickers across Ilya’s face—the one that’s way too charming to ignore. It makes it hard for Shane to keep his guard up.
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“I missed you,” Shane's voice was soft, vulnerable, as he held the other closer to him. “I missed you a lot, Ilya.” “You mean you miss playing hockey with me?" Ilya's voice sounded teasing, but Shane shook his head in response. “Well, that, too, but mostly you. Just you.” Or, Shane is injured and Ilya takes care of him
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