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Finally, something dawns on him, a way to handle two goals simultaneously. He’d seen Hollander’s mother flipping through papers rapidly when they first got here, seeming calm and in control and more than a little frightening in a way that made Ilya mildly glad he wasn’t one of the people responsible for a clipboard. If anyone can tell him if the long list of “Prohibited Items” he’d been sent in his email a few days ago is just standard practice for big shoots, it would be Yuna Hollander.
Or, hopefully, her son.
“Crazy we cannot even have peanut butter, eh?” He asks. “You also got giant list?”
Hollander stiffens, almost imperceptibly, and Ilya tilts his head, just slightly, confused, wondering if he’s stumbled somewhere unexpected.
(how ilya learns about shane's allergies) (and shane's sexual awakening tragically hits a speedbump in the process 😔)
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soft the landing, hard the fall by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-10-06
There’s still a big part of him that wants all the same things he used to. The hockey, those other interests, the simplicity of the smaller circle. But there’s a twinge of something else now beside it when he considers it for too long, a bruise he can’t place the origins of. He’d been able to put somewhat of a name to it, after Rose.
He only wishes he hadn’t filled in the rest of the blanks staring down at a grainy photograph of Svetlana Vetrova in a convenience store parking lot in Boston, a bag hanging off of her manicured finger just transparent enough to make out the logo of a First Response as she’d ducked into a sleek, black sports car, driving away with Shane's best worst would-have-been and, presumably, Ilya Rozanov's baby.
Shane feels no particular way about this turn of events. He really, honestly, mostly is somewhat close to believing that, too. It's progress.
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spinning out, waiting for you to pull me in (i'm right here) by kilmers
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-07-13
Shane swiftly darts his eyes to the front and shifts it back to the boy. “Sorry! What were you going to say?” “No, no. Is nothing, you go first,” he insists. “Oh. Um, okay, I was wondering about your name?” “Ilya Rozanov.” Ilya. Pretty. Woah. Okay. Or 12 year old Shane Hollander's whole world was focused on one thing. Unbeknownst to him, llya Rozanov has been eyeing Shane in longing for the past week (and his freckles, of course).
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Ilya; My Ilyusha by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-07-04
He could still feel it now, the warm-wet slide of Ilya's tongue as he licked a stripe from the sensitive skin on Shane's palm to the tip of his middle finger, shocking a laugh out of him. The head-rush of feeling how quickly his cock hardened against the warmth of Ilya's bare ass, Ilya's full weight bearing down on Shane's hips. The heat of the blush traveling from his cheeks all the way down to his chest in response to the smoulder in Ilya's eyes.
Мой любимый, this is excuse to put sunscreen on my naked body, yes?
Shane gnawed at the memories like a dog with a bone, allowed himself to get lost in them until he felt physically sick, at which point he realized that he needed to switch lanes to avoid hitting the fawn, still unmoving, still unblinking.
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After the Raiders v. Metros accident, Shane comes back different.
- Part 1 of Hockey Husbands Anonymous Collection
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Scott Hunter, Good Samaritan by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-04-13
Summer in Russia was never easy for Ilya. His father's insults, Alexei's never-ending greed, the secrets he had to keep - it was a heavy weight to carry.
But now he is finally free, with a few weeks left until hockey season, and an itch to scratch. So he books a ticket to Spain, where no one cares about hockey, or who Ilya Rozanov is and who he fucks.
Things are going well until one night, Ilya gets roofied at a gay club and is saved by none other than Scott Hunter.
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Unpicked and Restitched (apart and back together) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-12
Then Scott Hunter looked at him, really looked at him with no panic or consternation or grief, just something heavy and piercing that made Ilya feel like his heart was on the outside of his ribcage. “Be safe out there, okay?”
“Okay,” Ilya said, softer than intended.
In real life, they both turned around and walked away into the night. But in Ilya’s memory, that never happens. They just stand there, eye-to-eye, until the sun comes up and it’s too bright to see anything else.
- Part 1 of Unpicked and Restitched (All Works)
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To only ever know the cold by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-12
Svetlana knows about Jane. It's frankly insulting for Ilyusha to think otherwise.
She just never expected to have to call him for help. During the Olympics. In Russia. In the dead of night.
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Or, it's Sochi 2014 and Russia has lost to Latvia. Grigori Rozanov, not yet compromised by illness, punishes his son for shaming the family. When Svetlana finds an injured and emotionally fragile Ilya, she knows she needs somewhere safe for him to recover. And there's only one person in Russia who Sveta trusts with her Ilyusha: Canada's Golden Boy, Shane Hollander.- Part 1 of To know the sun
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Starry Starry Night by Caraphernellic
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-08
Shane and Rose get accepted to an exclusive establishment known for sugar daddies. A rich, handsome man at the bar named Ilya takes an immediate liking to Shane.
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Unpicked and Restitched (Unraveled) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-25
Bonus Scenes from the Unpicked and Restitched timeline:
Chapter 1: Tuna Meltdown Aftermath (Ilya POV)
Chapter 2: The Puck Incident (Scott POV)- Part 2 of Unpicked and Restitched (All Works)
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Run, Kitten Run! by clubshilya (naeminnie)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-17
“Are you gonna hurt me?” “Baby, I would never hurt you.” Shane couldn’t take his eyes off the other man, the atmosphere in the room layered with fear and heat and something deeper, something almost primal. Like prey caught between the teeth of its predator. 🗡 Or: scream au ft. freak4freak hollanov and slight ilya whump!
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Shane Hollander's PDA Agenda by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-17
It happens in an instant.
Over Ilya’s shoulder, Shane sees the doctor and Wiebe give each other a look, and in a sudden bout of impatient anxiety, Shane ends up saying the words that come to ruin everything.
“Don’t touch me.”
The effect is instantaneous. Ilya’s hands fly to his sides, and Shane gets a front row seat as Ilya’s heart breaks before his very eyes. Eyes dimming and lips trembling in slow, painful technicolor.
It causes Shane’s heart to break, too, and he vows, immediately, never to see such a look cross his husband’s face again.
OR Shane embarks on a mission to heal his husband’s heart, one PDA at a time.
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Men do not cry. Ilya knows this, as much as he knows that being strong is only part of the battle ahead of him; being seen to be strong matters more. Ilya is twelve years old, and no longer a child. It has been four long, brittle days since his mother— since her accident.
The practice rink is busy, tonight. Under the stern tutelage of Coach Baranov, everyone here is fighting to justify their time on the ice. Hockey, Baranov tells them, often, is not a team sport. Hockey is an act of violence, and of endurance.
Ilya believes he is practiced at both.
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Six times Ilya gets his teeth knocked out (not metaphorically), and learns to heal a little trauma
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Shane Hollander knows he’s not a small guy. Years of hockey and workouts have built up his muscles, and lucky genetics from his father’s side places him just shy of six feet. He’s checked hockey players half a foot and several pounds more than him, knocked Scott Hunter into the ice in the one fight he’s ever actually thrown hands in. But as much as Shane loves the game, the fast movements, passes, and team camaraderie, there were times where he could only feel regret at following the path of athletic fame. He puts on the media smile he practices in the mirror as he brushes his hair each day, uses the bright lights of press conferences to erase his view of the audience, and keeps his answers simple and focused on hockey.
The number of people outside the arena still makes him feel crushed in on all sides, small. Eyes trained on his face, cameras flashing, pens and cell phones being passed into his hands. The itch of it all settles under his skin.
@OttawaPoliceDispatch: Police have been dispatched to a house alarm in Galetta, On. Possible break in, destruction of property.
@OttawaOfficialPoliceDepartment: Recent Missing Persons Report filed for Shane William Hollander at 9:25 pm
Epilogue: 3/1
- Part 1 of 1100200's Hollanov Fanfics
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I'm Powerless, Don't Remind Me by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-09
Anya’s barking continues. At this rate, he will need to check on her at the very least to stop the headache that is slowly forming behind his eyes. “Anya! Come on!” Shane calls once more as he sets his phone down on the small table next to his seat, along with his half-finished coffee. Suddenly, before he can register what is happening, Shane feels a strong arm snake around his torso. Rough fibers scratching the exposed skin of his stomach where the hoodie remained unzipped, leaving him exposed. Just as a cry of shock starts to work its way up his throat, a gloved hand reaches around his mouth, smothering anything that would have left his lips. The arm around his middle tightens, and he feels the hard, cold tap of metal against his waist where he assumes his attacker’s hand is. 'A gun'.
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“Grab him. I’ll start the car and we can get out of here.” Joe says over his shoulder as he makes his way to the front door.
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'Ilya. Please.
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It should have been a quiet morning alone. Pulled violently from his home Shane realizes he must try and fight his way out, and hopes Ilya realizes what happened before it is too late.
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And I could take another hit for you by Elexica
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-11
Ilya plays hurt on the ice again. Shane tries to make him feel better.
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Set in Russia during episode 5, a grieving Ilya calls Shane to talk and asks him to distract him from his thoughts. Aka a sweet little Hollanov phone call
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Ilya doesn't remember the moment his head hit the pavement or the sound of screeching brakes. He's forgotten he ever left Russia, and the names Yuna Hollander and Shane mean nothing to him, though these people clearly know him pretty well.
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When Ilya gets injured while swimming in the lake, Shane scrambles to save him from drowning. ("We all get our bell rung, eventually." -Shane Hollander) It was a less than perfect day at the lake. A gray day—little sun. But Shane Hollander was overflowing with light. He felt it on his cheeks, all over his skin, in his bones. He couldn’t stop smiling with it. The cottage itself seemed to glow with a living aura. The night before he was looking into his longtime lover’s eyes when he said—twice in Russian, and then once in English—“I love you.” Shane said it back. And his world shifted like tectonic plates. No day would ever truly be gray again. Ilya Rozanov stood on top of the large, slanted rock on which Shane sat. “Don’t dive into the water, you idiot. It’s shallow here—up to your waist.” Ilya ruffled Shane’s slate-black hair. “I do little jump,” Rozanov said. “Barely dive. Closer to —what do you say—eh, belly flop.” Shane rolled his eyes as he carefully rearranged his hair. “You’re going to belly flop into cold water with bruised ribs?” Ilya winced and wrinkled his nose at the thought. “You dive in there and you’re going to sprain your wrists on the bottom before your feet hit the water,” Hollander warned. “Fine!” Ilya made a show of putting his hands behind his back by stretching his long arms up and around. He clasped his own fingers together and stared down at Hollander. “No arms. Half belly flap, half dive. Yes? Approved?” The fondness for Ilya that glowed in Shane’s heart warmed. “Fine!” he said, pronouncing the word with a Russian accent, speaking it the same way Ilya had a moment ago. “But there’s a downed tree down there so aim to the—” Ilya rotated to the right and dove nose-first over Shane’s knees. “—left.” Shane gulped. Ilya disappeared into the water—all six feet of him—and Shane sighed. He looked around, taking a moment to ingest the view. The hockey captain took in the trees, the horizon on the water, the sky. All beautiful, he concluded. But not as beautiful as Ilya Rozanov’s body in those swimming trunks. That was his favorite view of all. Shane looked down at the spot in the water where Ilya had disappeared, and curled his hands into fists when he realized that a whole half minute had passed. How long could his lover hold his breath? Shane didn’t know. “Rozanov?” he called to the silent lake. “Ilya!” The clouds shifted then. Shane concluded that an entire minute had passed. Sunlight through the trees illuminated the colors of the water—blue, black, teal, green... And red. “FUCK,” Shane gasped at the sight of the blood. He eased himself into the water and started swimming as fast as he could. His leg bumped something solid. Shane took a deep breath and dropped underwater, eyes open. Arms paddling, fingers reaching, mostly blind, Shane felt around for the solid object. Fingers found the underwater tree, first, but then he found something hard that felt like skin, and he pulled. Shane summoned all of his strength and swam for the surface. He emerged gasping, holding the limp, unmoving body in a bridal carry. Rozanov’s head lolled against Shane’s bicep— eyes shut, mouth open. “Ilya!” Hollander shouted at him. “ILYA!” When not even an eyelid flinched, he swore again and stomped toward the shore. Shane had never heard his own heart beating. But it was thundering in his ears when he gently laid Ilya’s waterlogged body down on the grass. Rozanov’s skin was corpse-colored except for the massive gash at his hairline that was leaking blood. “Dammit!” Shane shouted, voice cracking, when water leaked from Rozanov’s blue-tinted lips. He rolled him onto his side and watched several cups of water stream from his mouth. Then Shane knelt, pressed his ear to Ilya’s lips, and both listened and felt for his breathing. Nothing. No inhale. No exhale. Tears erupted from Shane’s dark eyes. He pressed two fingers against the pulse point on Ilya’s throat. He found it. Ilya had a pulse. But Shane was certain his heart was beating too slow—the sensation shallow under the white skin. Shane’s eyes were so soaked with tears that everything went funhouse mirror blurry. He rolled Ilya onto his back, squeezed his nostrils shut, and blew air into his lungs. Again. Again and again and again. Over and over he breathed breath into his lover. In the distance, a loon called—mocking, almost. “Please,” Shane said against Ilya’s lips. “Wake up, you asshole! Please!” Shane pulled back and looked down at Ilya’s slack face. “Ilya,” he begged. “ILYA!” Then, with all his strength, Shane pushed down on Ilya’s stomach. Water, vomit, and who knew what else erupted from Ilya’s stomach and chest. A cough followed it—then another. After three more, Ilya’s eyes burst open and he went into a coughing fit that Shane had no doubt killed his already bruised ribs. Shane lifted Ilya’s body, then. Lifted him up into his arms so that he was almost sitting. Shane held him while he coughed—didn’t care about the blood slowly soaking his swimming trunks or the vomit under his knees. Ilya’s wide eyes found Shane’s and refused to look away. Shane whispered into Ilya’s ear, “I’m here, I’ve got you, just breathe, you’re ok—you’re ok—you’re ok.” The blood flow didn’t stop, but the coughing eventually did. “Shane,” Ilya wheezed. “S- Sorry…” “Shhh,” Hollander soothed. “You hit your head. You’re bleeding bad. I have to get you to the hospital—can you stand?”
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