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Shane had been sucking Rozanov’s mostly soft dick for between six and eight minutes. Since all the most important moments of Shane’s life were timed, he had a good internal clock. He was pretty sure it had been eight minutes.
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i hope it still feels like this (when it comes again) by Viwrit3r
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-31
Ilya is sick. Shane comes to the rescue. Fluff ensues. "Ilya was sick, and he was furious. He did not get sick. Certainly not sick enough to get benched for a night, and yet here he was, staring at his reddened eyes as he gripped the sink in his stupid apartment, resisting the urge to cough." Or: What if Ilya had gotten sick and thus not been playing during a Boston/Montreal game in Boston? What if Shane had come to take care of him? What if they had finally had a moment where both of their walls had been down, far earlier in their relationship?
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Ilya’s lips purse, and he gets that look on his face that means he’s about to say something terrible. “You are waiting for me to give you chocolate?” he asks, one of his eyebrows even more arched than usual. There it is. * In which the Boston Raiders are playing the Montreal Metros on February 15th, and it's totally normal for Shane to spend Valentine's Day with his very casual situationship.
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keeping the faith in a place that we hope won't pass by iittaliia
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
”Mom, you know, right?” ”Know what?” Yuna replied distractedly. ”That I am -“ Shane didn’t get further, his voice cracking embarrassingly. // Or, sober Shane finished what high Shane started.
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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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While they are at the cottage, Ilya gets his hands on Shane's phone a few times. Ilya enjoys it a lot, to Shane's dismay, that he gets to refer to himself as Shane's lover via text messages.
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how de we even begin to explain ourselves by iittaliia
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-29
”Ilya!” Shane was lying in a hospital bed, the sun from the open blinds making him glow almost as much as the smile on his face did. ”Mom, dad, it’s Ilya!” ”We can see that”, Mr. Hollander said. ”For whatever reason”, Mrs. Hollander said. // Or, Shane had no inhibitions and multiple visitors.
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When Shane and Ilya meet at a club between the 2011 All Stars Game, and Ilya teases Shane by calling him "his good friend Shane Hollander," suddenly Shane gets an idea... Things may be easier if they were seen as friends instead of bitter rivals. What if Shane and Ilya become public friends years before canon.
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Here at the cottage, they have everything they need.
- Part 19 of Hockey Time!
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Then It Hits (That I'm Damned) by ssomethingwild
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
“Rozy—shit,” he manages, voice strangled, want bubbling molten and inescapable in his gut, hips trembling with the force of not rudely bucking up into Rozanov’s warm, far too talented mouth. Because I just wanted you to fuck me, he thinks after he’ s finished making Shane unravel with soft, unforgiving motions, as Rozanov—as Ilya—laves his tongue hungrily over the mess dripping down the planes of his abdomen, blinking overwhelmed tears away from the diminuendo of pleasure. But then I became greedy. And now all I want is for you to love me. Or: despite the initial fear, the world doesn't end when Shane Hollander realizes he loves Ilya Rozanov. Now, he just has to convince Ilya of that same truth. An adjusted timeline. A collection of moments. A story about completing someone, despite the odds.
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Shane must have hit his head, because there’s no goddamn way that Ilya Rozanov is standing outside of the Hollander cottage, dressed in a cute little sweater, holding a bottle of wine.
- Part 7 of Hollanov
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“I think I saw your charger.” David blinks as he turns back in his chair. “I’m sorry?” aka the missing scene of David and Ilya while Shane and Yuna were talking outside.
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How Will I Know (If He Really Loves Me) by dabforpalermo
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-25
Ilya Rozanov is a natural caretaker. Shane Hollander is a natural clutz who keeps getting into situations where he needs taking care of. Or: 5 times Ilya took care of Shane, and 1 time the favour was returned.
- Part 4 of Hollanov
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kindness is love with its work boots on by Sapphic_terror
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-25
There’s Lily, Shane’s Boston girl, but Hayden has no idea her number, where she lives, or what she looks like. She’ll have no way of finding Shane, of being there when he wakes up high and afraid, because he never did well with being out of control. Lily won’t be there. His parents won’t be there. It’s the easiest decision he’s ever made. Hayden skates off the rink, barely pausing as he starts stripping off his gear. Coach surges forward, lips curled up with some order to get back out there, no doubt. He doesn’t give him the chance, “I’m not leaving him. I go where he goes.” And that’s that. - Or, Shane doesn’t wake up so easily and Hayden Pike somehow ends up taking care of Ilya Rozanov. (Jackie does the heavy lifting; he’s just there for the ride and realizations.)
- Part 1 of found family *hockey edition
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The third realization hit him when he finally blinked open his eyes to investigate the cause of his misery. He did a double-take because… well, he was pretty sure he didn’t have a tattoo last night. Especially not one that read the name of his long-time rival and secret fuck buddy. Ilya Rozanov. Shane blinked. What the fuck. Shane wakes up with Rozanov's name tattooed on his wrist one morning. It only gets worse from there.
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I'm Reading Your Lips (You're Speaking My Language) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
Rozanov cocked his head. “You speak Russian? Or just the curse words?”
“Yes, I speak Russian,” he snapped, defensive and angry. He knew that it had been a mistake to even try to be friendly with Rozanov. “Why? Do I not look Russian to you?” He scoffed.
“No, not really,” Rozanov said. Some of his teammates laughed, although they mostly looked surprised that Shane was speaking to them at all. Rozanov didn’t laugh, though. “Are you Russian?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
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Despite an inauspicious start, when Russia’s Ilya Rozanov learns that Canada’s Shane Hollander is fluent in Russian at their first World Junior Championships tournament, it changes everything and sets them on a different course. Instead of being branded as rivals from the very beginning, Ilya and Shane start off as friends.
And, after all, a little friendly rivalry never hurt anyone, did it?
- Part 1 of Competition is Better With a Friend
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After bolting from Rozanov's house, Shane was desperate to figure out what the fuck was wrong with him that kept him crawling back for more despite his better judgment. He downloaded Grindr, hoping sleeping with someone else would finally give him clarity.
Ryan had been striking out for weeks. Every hookup with his usual type ended the same way: humiliating and incomplete. He was starting to wonder if he needed to try something different and branch out from what normally attracted him to shake him out of his own head.
Neither of them gets what they want, but they figure things out, anyway.
Or: An alternate take on Shane's sexuality crisis coming to a head.
- Part 1 of From the Sidelines
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Five times Ilya lied (but not really) to his teammates about Shane, and one time he didn’t have to.
Inspired by two Cliff Marlow lines: In the airport, when their game with Montreal gets cancelled and he tells Ilya, “Whoever she is, she’s gonna get over it,” and the scene in the locker room when he says, “Wow, this Montreal girl works you up, brother—you’re straight up blushing, Roz.”
Or, the Boston Bears’ perspective of Ilya and Shane’s “secret” relationship over the years
- Part 1 of The Montreal Girl (Lily & Jane)
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