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Sentiment Analysis by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-09-25
January, 2011, one week out from All-Stars: to the surprise of everyone except the Hollanders, the Rozanovs, a journalist, two editors, and in-house counsel, Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov announce they’re gay and bisexual in an exclusive for Men’s Health.
Five + one reactions to the shocking news.
Shane Hollander: I was in denial for a long time. I already stand out a lot as one of the only Asian guys in any given league. Having another thing that made me different was kind of a nightmare. But it turns out you can’t lie to yourself forever. I’m gay. (shrugs) Ten bucks says Rozanov’ll find a way to make this into a competition too.
Ilya Rozanov: I knew I was bisexual from a very young age, maybe twelve or so. So, you see, even though you interviewed him first, I was still faster than Hollander. But in Russia, culture has changed a lot even just in my lifetime. [The city of] Moscow banned public expressions by gays and lesbians when I was fifteen. I knew to be quiet.
- Part 2 of baby shane’s big night out
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A House in Nebraska by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-09-01
Shane Hollander doesn't know what he is. He knows what he wants. For a long time, he tells himself those are different things.
Ilya Rozanov knows what he is. He can't control what he wants. For a long time, he tells himself those are the same thing.
They’re just boys who handle it badly—from a junior tournament in Canada to the NHL draft to the moment a security camera at the end of a hallway changes everything
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Shane and Ilya are discovered before they even play their first game
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Stupid Canadian Jailbird by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-08-31
Shane and Ilya get arrested hours after Team Canada wins the World Junior Championship. From one day to the next, their lives are flipped upside down. As prisoners – er, incarcerated persons –, they are no longer climbing the hockey social ladder. They are no longer rival captains and star hockey players bearing responsibility for their nations’ and their future MLH teams’ hopes. They are nothing more than cellmates awaiting trial, caught in a tedious cycle of empty days where privacy is a distant memory. However will they pass the time?
Good thing they have each other. Now if only they could be honest about their feelings... Ideally, before they're released and face the legal and professional consequences of their venture into crime.
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OR a fact-ridden, funny, and frustrating romance set in one of the world's least romantic and most devastating environments, courtesy of a prison scholar.
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- Part 3 of Hollanov find community
- Part 1 of Hollanov in Total Institutions
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EXCLUSIVE: Rookie Rivals… Or After-Hours Roommates?
We’re not saying anything happened. We’re just saying... maybe some rivalries get more heated than others.-
Or, someone overhears hollanov in the locker room after the CCM shoot. The cascade of events that follows changes (almost) everything.
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The elevator meeting between Yuna and Ilya goes a little differently.
Or, what if Ilya had realized much earlier that dating Shane would come with a ready-made set of adoptive parents.
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Four Out of Five Dentists by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-08-11
Four out of five dentists recommend not getting into a seven-year situationship. They also recommend brushing your teeth before making out with your MLH rival in a hotel room the summer before your rookie season.
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The story of Heated Rivalry retold in little scenes. The unseen befores and the unseen afters.
A 5 + 1 type fic. (Way more than) five times that Shane brushes his teeth alone. And the one time he doesn’t.
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He's used to this being more of a fight, kind of expected it from the man set to be his rival.
But Hollander lets himself be moved, be touched, be taken.
And Ilya takes.
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an early days hollanov rewrite to explore what was actually going through their heads, 1410 hook up ilya pov
- Part 7 of ilya_and_pasta completed hr fics
- Part 2 of The Door is Always Open
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Image Management by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-07-06
During his rookie year, Shane goes to a Halloween party at a Montreal gay bar to confirm some suspicions about himself. Unfortunately, it’s 2010, so the official photographer uploads a few hundred photos to the bar’s Facebook page.
Yuna gives real thought to finding Mark Zuckerberg and strangling him with his own hoodie strings. Probably this particular thought spiral suggests it’s time for her to step away from the PC, but the thought of taking a break – of leaving the burning fuse that could blow up her baby’s life at any moment unattended – makes her stomach churn.
- Part 1 of baby shane’s big night out
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This Wasn't the Beginning I Pictured (but I think it's working for me) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-16
What if Ilya had stayed for round two the night of their first hook up, only to fall asleep there and be discovered by Yuna Hollander the next morning?
OR: Shane gets a version of the “Rose tells him he’s gay” conversation at 19 instead of 25, and it comes from his mother.
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lean back, just like that by mysterious_ky
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-04-03
Shane Hollander has a laundry list of problems at any given time, and being a vampire (while keeping it a secret) is pretty consistently at the top of the list. His top problem right now, though? How much he really wants to sink his teeth into Ilya Rozanov, in every possible way.
- Part 1 of vampire bat
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Where's my fucking teenage dream? by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-04-02
This is how it was supposed to go: Ilya Rozanov, all of 17 years old, would win gold for Russia at the World Junior Ice Hockey Championships in Saskatchewan — and he did. Then, just after his 18th birthday, he would return to North America for the NHL entry draft and get picked first overall by the Montreal Voyageurs. He defeated Canada’s golden boy Shane Hollander on the ice, and was widely expected to beat him in the draft too.
But that’s not how it went.
What would have happened in that hotel gym if Shane had been drafted first overall?
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man is not made for defeat by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-20
When Shane is five, he tells his parents that he’s going to be the best hockey player in the world.
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Not Quite Hypothetical by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-01
Scott wakes up to a text from Shane Hollander asking about an annullment. He immediately regrets doing shots with the rookies the night before.
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Going outside in -20°C weather is stupid, but that’s exactly what Ilya does after losing in the Final of his second Prospect Cup. Luckily, Shane carries the braincell for once.
- Part 26 of [challenge] Heated Rivalry Febuwhump 2026
- Part 1 of follow where you go
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but the fighter still remains by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-20
"He hates me." It was Rozanov's only reply, frail and desperate and entirely unbelieving. Scott couldn't help but scoff.
"No he doesn't." Rozanov kept his steely gaze trained on the ground, making a few attempts to speak before words actually found him.
"That is what he said?" His shaky words were a timid mix of devastated and hopeful, and Scott found himself fighting back watering eyes of his own.
"More than once." Scott confirmed. "Something tells me that you don't hate him, either." With that, the dam broke.
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Scott's still looking for his hotel room after talking to Shane Hollander. He finds Ilya Rozanov, instead.
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Scott Hunter overhears Rozanov and Hollander at their first All-Star Game. He's not the last one to figure them out, but he is the only one who thinks to place money on it.
aka all the ways various NHL stars discover Hollanov and get in on the ground floor to defend their ship.
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I tried to hide the feeling (but it just won't go away) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-18
"The league wants me to hate him. The fucking press wants me to hate him. My parents... I mean they do hate him." Shane stopped to take a few deep breaths, like he was trying to prepare himself for something.
"Hollander, you really don't have to tell me this-" Scott's frantic words were to no avail.
"I did hate him. Or like... at least I used to. I thought I did. Thought maybe that was why I couldn't stop looking at him, cause I hated him." He laughed once. A choppy, wet laugh that wasn't very funny at all. "I did hate him. But then he kissed me."
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Scott Hunter goes looking for his hotel room. He finds a drunk Shane Hollander, instead.
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Ottawa, 2010. Canada wins the championship, and Shane slips away from the overwhelming celebration for some peace and quiet. Russia loses, and Ilya runs from his father’s furious disappointment to have a panic attack in the stairwell. Neither boy is really looking for company, but for a tentative few hours in the middle of the night, they find solace, acceptance and a first kiss, first time prelude to something heated and risky in each other’s arms. **** Ilya leaned in with lips pursed and Shane jerked away, “Whoa! What the hell are you doing?” “You do not want kiss?” Ilya frowned. “You stare at my mouth all night, same as after draft. I thought you wanted kiss.” “No.” Shane’s eyes were wide. “That’s insane.” “Okay.” Ilya stood up, hiding how bad the rejection hurt. “I misunderstand. Sorry. Do not worry, I will not say anything about–” “Wait.” Shane’s grabbed Rozanov’s arm at the last second, gathering all his courage, “Y- yes.” “Yes.” Ilya repeated. “What is yes?” “I mean yes.” Shane pulled him back in slowly, carefully, his heart racing. “Kiss me?” January 2010 Ottawa, Canada The party was loud. The championship had been hard won and well earned and the celebration was out of control. The players were cheering, jumping, hugging one another high off the win, the boys were spinning, laughing, shoving one another drunk on the adrenaline, some actually were high off smuggled in weed and others actually were drunk off punch spiked from not very secret flasks, and the coaches and chaperones were all too busy congratulating each other and themselves to pretend to care. Champions. Trophy winners. They were at the top of their game and feeling on top of the world, and the fever pitch excitement combined with the delirious exhaustion of a too long, too intense, too physically mentally emotionally grueling few weeks of tournament shook the walls of the multipurpose conference room on the basement floor of hotel. The noise was deafening, the chaos of it all dizzying, the crush of people and body heat and clamor of conversation suffocating and in the very middle of the room– –in the very middle of the room, team Captain and tournament MVP and all around Canadian Wunderkind Shane Hollander stared down at his glass of electric red punch and tried his fucking hardest not to throw up. “Hollander! We did it! We fucking did it!” Someone pushed into him, fell into him, grabbed him into a messy, sloppy hug and planted a messy, sloppy kiss on his cheek. Teammate. A buddy. Shane had played with him for years. “Shane Hollander! Second in the draft son, good for you! You make us all so proud!” Someone shook his hand, squeezed his palm, pounded at his shoulder. A parent. A chaperone. They’d known Shane since he was sixteen. “Wouldn’t be the player he is without a great coach!” Right in his ear, bellowing over the noise. Shane knew he was supposed to smile, supposed to agree, supposed to pound the no doubt spiked punch and whoop at the top of his lungs and let go – let loose– now that the work was over and the tournament was finished and he had another trophy and medal to put in his room. Instead, “I gotta find the bathroom!” he announced to no one in particular, cos no one fucking cared. They were lost in the party, reveling in the victory, but it was too much hammering against Shane’s head, too much crushing around his body and his stomach was twisting, head pounding, chest too tight, holy shit he had to get out somewhere and get some air. Out of the multipurpose room and into the hall. Down the hall and right past the bathroom. He ditched the cup of punch in the nearest water fountain and broke into a jog down the generically ugly carpeted corridor and by the time he crashed through the door leading to the stairwell, Shane was running. Gasping. He yanked at his tie and scrubbed at his face, rolled his shoulders and popped his neck and told himself to breathe. Started up the stairs to get to his fourteenth floor room and told himself to breathe. Huffed a self deprecating sort of laugh because Shane Hollander jogging up fourteen floors worth of stairs instead of partying with his teammates was exactly the sort of over dedicated, wet blanket, fitness and work ethic obsessed bullshit everyone expected from him so– so whatever. When his parents asked sort of sad and sort of resigned about why he hadn’t stayed to celebrate with his teammates and revel in the end of his juniors era, when they told him he probably should really definitely enjoy these moments of silliness and fun while he still could cos come fall he’d be playing professional and have to lock in, when his parents couldn’t hide how they worried about him isolating and clicked their tongues about him avoiding his long time teammates in favor of running stairs alone, Shane would call it a work out. He’d call it dedication. He’d brush it off and wave them away and tell them he might have gotten second at the draft but he was gonna be first in the league, rookie of the year, and to make that happen, he couldn’t party, he had to train. He certainly wouldn’t tell them how the noisy crowd and pushing unhinged behavior made his skin crawl and lungs seize up and head hurt, no way. There wasn’t anything wrong with him. He was just dedicated. Just focused. It was fine. He was fine. Nine, ten, eleven, floors up and Shane actually started to feel fine. The stairwell was soothingly monochromatic and cold enough to be clarifying, easing the clamor in Shane’s head until he felt like he could think again. His shoes didn’t make any noise on the concrete steps and landing after corner after landing after corner was empty, the doors to the adjoining halls all closed, it was a half hour till midnight so anyone who wasn’t partying in celebration was sequestered in their rooms mulling over their loss and packing for the trip home. It was nice. Peaceful. Space to move and space to breathe and twelve floors up Shane was starting to feel like maybe he wouldn’t just collapse face first onto his bed and scream, maybe he’d have the mental energy to watch a movie or read a little bit in his book, or– Noise in the stairwell up ahead, and Shane slowed at the door for the thirteenth floor landing, paused waiting to see if he heard the noise again, then peeked around the corner bracing himself so he could try and be passably polite to whoever had inadvertently interrupted his single minded dash up the stairs. Ilya Rozanov. It was Ilya fucking Rozanov sitting just below the next landing blocking the stairwell with his body turned sideways taking up a whole step, an unlit cigarette in one hand and his phone in the other… and tears on his face, reflecting the light from his phone, tracking down his cheek and dripping off his chin, landing wet on the cold concrete below. Shit. Shane came around the corner cautiously, curiously, fidgeting with the string on his hoodie as he asked, “Rozanov?” Ilya jumped when someone spoke at him from just a few feet away. He hadn’t heard any door open, he hadn’t heard any footsteps coming up the stairs and he jumped cursing when the empty echoing cold of the stairwell was shattered by the unexpected intruder.
- Part 5 of Heated Rivalry
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Ilya taps ashes off the end of his cig, ignoring Shane’s repeated glance between his fingers and his face. But he makes sure—because he is nothing if not a sucker for a little bit of attention—to rub his lips against each other before wetting them with his tongue, then placing the cigarette back in his mouth. Hopes that the curve of his mouth around it isn’t as offputting as Hollander seems intent to pretend it is. I got you, Hollander, he thinks. I get it, I get how it feels to realize you want something. To have it be undefinable until someone else spells it out for you.
- Part 2 of Man of the Hour
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And the problem is, it’s just too much fucking fun to prod him like this. When they’d met outside the rink in Regina, Hollander was polite, pushing back only a little. But it’s clearly getting to him: his silver medal, number two pick. The only person in his way, ever, is Ilya. Ilya wonders if anyone except the two of them even cares. He can’t remember the last time he cared about beating someone as badly as he wants to beat Hollander these days. Perhaps it’s a side effect from being forced to see his name right next to the guy’s for months on end. Rozanov and Hollander, Rozanov against Hollander, Rozanov versus Hollander. On, and on, and on
- Part 1 of Man of the Hour
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