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Shane is nineteen and straight in a dick-loving way (obviously), until Ilya finds a gift on his left nut... leading him to lose a ball, and in turn, gain an Ilya so much earlier in life. Be warned, this is tough subject matter delivered with the utmost respect... but also a hell of a lot of humor and laughs.
Come for a ride and see where life could have taken Shane and Ilya if they had figured their shit out at nineteen, and not twenty-six, with a supportive cast of characters and teammates. It will make you laugh, and cry... and get a little gooey.
PS: Check your balls if you've got 'em
David had refused to let Ilya take an Uber back to the hotel, so now Ilya was trapped in a small SUV, with his blowjob-buddy’s dad, after not only revealing to the poor guy that his son had an appreciation for Russian cock, but also that his balls were all kinds of fucked up. What a Tuesday.
“He’s going to undersell what’s happening to him.” David said finally, glancing at Ilya. “You’ve seen them, obviously, right?”
Yes, David Hollander. I’ve fondled your son’s balls and swallowed his cum like it was champagne. “Yes.” Ilya said instead.
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Green Tea and Ice Chips by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-07-01
“You’re calling me because Hayden Pike threw up?”
Shane bit his lip. “Yes?”
Rozanov hung up.
- Part 16 of Betting on the 2026 Stanley Cup Play-offs
- Part 2 of Incremental Gains
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- AO3:
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It Was A Rough Morning by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-06-17
Jackie went to her best friend's bachelorette party and came home to quiet children, a sick husband, and Shane Hollander holding down the fort.
- Part 14 of Betting on the 2026 Stanley Cup Play-offs
- Part 4 of Incremental Gains
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If Heaven do Exist by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-06-16
What if the Tuna Meltdown ended differently?
What if Ilya's fear won?
What if Ilya was the one who panicked and walked away? Before Shane could even call him his. A single step backward became a thousand miles between them.
Shane was left standing and waiting for 3,650 sunrises, 120 months of silence.For 10 years of waiting.
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You have caught me at a bad time by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-05-16
In March 2019, Caitlin Dykstra finds herself inside of Ilya Rozanov’s home carrying way too much food, some flu medicine, a few bottles of gatorade, and a hello.
She leaves with more information than she could have ever wanted.
(This is a side story to “Operation O Canada, or the Hollander-Rozanov Method of Soft Launching a Marriage.” Please read the original fic first!)
- Part 2 of Operation O Canada
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ilya rozanov did not plan to spend the majority of his rookie season in a hospital. then again, he didn't plan on shane hollander either.
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or, the whump fic. based on my own tweet: a fic where 17 yr old shane is a [redacted] ill patient and ilya is the rookie his team drags to the children’s hospital. he falls in love w freckles and can’t stop visiting shane every chance he gets.
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Liliya squirms slightly as he slides her tiny arms into the sleeves, her face scrunching in mild protest. "I know, I know," Shane murmurs, smiling faintly. "Not your favourite thing." He glances briefly at the phone, then back to her. "Maybe one day," he says quietly, "we can show this to your papa." There's a subtle shift in the room. Yuna's smile falters just slightly. David, standing nearby, looks down for a moment before composing himself. Shane doesn't stop. "This is the day you came home," he tells her. "The first day of the rest of our lives kiddo." His fingers are careful as he buttons the cardigan, adjusting it so it sits just right. "I think he'd like to see this,” he adds softly. Or, Shane and Ilya sleep together the day they meet in December 2008. Shane ends up pregnant. Ilya has no idea, it’s only when their daughter is diagnosed with a rare genetic disorder that Shane realises he has no choice but the break the silence between them.
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“Hollander, you’re hot,” he says, blinking.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” he replies, chasing his lips.
When they kiss, Ilya feels the temperature of his mouth against his, the heat of his breath, how wet his forehead is. He pulls back, frowning.
“No, you’re too hot. Sick.”
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During their annual two weeks at the cottage, Shane and Ilya both fall ill (and claim the other is responsible for it) resulting in two days of coughing and chugging electrolytes while neither of them admit how bad they feel. Even though he attempts to hide it, Yuna can hear her son coughing over the phone and decides to go check on him during his yearly 'silent retreat', entirely unaware that he had company. Or that his company came in the shape of Ilya Rozanov.
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Even with the blinds pulled closed to keep the lights out she could still see Ilya Rozanov in her son’s bed; arms wrapped around him tightly. They looked asleep. Not just napping but deeply unconscious.Yuna supposed that was the effect of the half empty bottle of Nyquil on the nightstand.
She swallowed harshly, stepping closer to the bed. Her son was tucked against Ilya, face buried against his neck as a source of warmth and comfort. “Shane...” she whispered, shaking him gently. “Shane.”
He didn’t stir, breaths steady as he slept like a rock. Her eyebrows knitted together, gaze shifting to Ilya, who had his jaw resting on top of Shane’s head, one of his hands under his shirt to feel his skin against his palm.
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When Shane suspects Ilya has the flu but he's away for a game, he calls upon his mother to make sure Ilya is well taken care of in his absence. ___ “I’m sorry I thought you were mama,” Ilya quickly said on top of her words, still unwilling to meet her eye. So this was where the majority of the silence stemmed from, then. Shame. She immediately sat back down, plate forgotten. Even with his head angled downwards, she did not miss the red flush on his cheeks and chin. YUNA “Hey, sweetheart. Isn’t the game beginning in two hours? What’s up?” Yuna huffed quietly into the receiver of her phone, amused, as she watched David mercilessly throw snow off of the roof of their car with a shovel. He caught her watching through the kitchen window, sent her a gloved thumbs-up, and continued to sweep it from the windshield as if he had a vendetta against the wintertime. “Mom— hi,” Shane’s voice was tinny and obscured on the other line, as it always was whenever he was so far away, but this time even more-so when combined with the noise of what must have been the locker room. Shane rarely ever called this soon before a game; his priorities often more-so aligned with keeping his teammates in check and completing pre- game interviews, not placating his nervous mother. Something was amiss, and she had a nagging feeling it was serious. “Is something wrong?” She asked, unable to contain it. She heard him sigh. That was never a good start. Somewhere near him, a teammate shrieked something incoherent. But she patiently waited him out as he tried to find the words. “It’s— Lily,” he finally said, clearly frustrated. Her heart ached. She hated that he needed to be so careful with his words when around anyone he knew personally. She hated that he couldn’t be open and honest and carefree. She hated that all of the men he surrounded himself with got to talk openly about their wives and girlfriends and children, and he was relegated to a code- word like an obsessive middle schooler. But she steeled that anger for another time. “She’s sick, I think. Since I’m all the way over here for another twenty-four hours at least, I was hoping you might be able to… check up on her.” The ‘her’ was strained. Yuna nodded gratuitously, despite the fact that her son couldn’t see her. “Of course. Of course I will. Do you know specifically what’s wrong?” “Flu, I think. H—she won’t tell me. She mentioned not feeling well a few hours ago, and I haven’t heard anything since,” then, quieter, more nervous: “she would never ask for help, but I know she needs it. She wouldn’t have mentioned anything if it wasn’t bad.” Yuna Hollander did not know her son’s boyfriend quite well just yet. He had only recently fully transitioned to living in Ottawa, and therefore only just becoming a common occurrence in their lives— perhaps even more common than her own son. She had had him over plenty of times with Shane by his side, but only a handful of times by himself: almost always to watch Shane’s games. While so much was obscured in shrouded ambiguity, though, she did know one thing for certain: that Ilya Rozanov seemed to be a very stubborn man. And that Shane himself would never reach out, asking for her help on his behalf, if he didn’t think he needed it. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” she decided. “I’ll send you updates, but focus on the game for now, okay?” Shane snorted. “Yeah, yeah. Text me, please.” “Of course, honey. I love you.” “Love you too.” ____ Ilya’s new-construction mansion in Ottawa, purchased with Yuna’s amateur but enthusiastic real-estate guidance, was imposing beneath the newly-fallen snow: large and dark and glassy. David had managed to free Yuna’s car by the time she’d gathered a bag of groceries and medication, and she was not particularly cautious on her speedy drive over. She did not bother with knocking. There was no doorbell, and the house was sprawling; she doubted Ilya would notice if she walked right in if he was in one of the back bedrooms. She put in the code Shane had given her and noisy kicked off her shoes to announce her presence, but it sparked no reaction from the silent, open-floor living space. She placed her shopping bags on the counter and continued down the hall, knocking on the large door she remembered leading to the master bedroom when she had last been given a tour by the realtor, months ago. “Ilya? It’s Yuna,” she called, forcefully. There was no answer. Suddenly nervous, her hand shook, just barely, on the handle. “I’m coming in.” The room was dark, save for the meager light coming from a lamp on the dresser. It smelled stale and musky, like a teenage boy’s room when left unattended and uncleaned for too long. It was not messy, though— but eerily empty, as though nobody lived there. No clothing, no photos, no decorations besides the essential bedroom furniture. The only sign of life was a curled-up lump on the bed, facing away from the door. Yuna walked over, crouching down beside the bed near Ilya’s sleeping face. His expression, though slack and peaceful, was marred by the pallor of his skin and the unsettling, uneven pattern of his breathing. She slowly reached up to comb a hand through his hair, and nearly yanked her fingers back when she found it soaking wet, heat radiating from his skull. When she had first become a mother, pregnant with Shane, she was mortified that she would have to do things like this: take care of gross, feverish bodies, change diapers. But when she held him in her arms for the first time, it was as though his body became an extension of hers, and that fear dissipated into only small queasiness during episodes of sickness. Though Ilya was not hers by nature, she felt that same unyielding courage in the face of just how gross his damp, sticky skin felt. She quickly yanked the mound of blankets and quilts atop him down to his hips to cool him down, pressing a hand to his back. His tee-shirt was soaked through with sweat. When she then felt his neck, the temperature there was no better. “Ilya,” Yuna, though a calm person in most situations, felt the tightening in her voice. Why hadn’t he woken up by now, with all of this prodding? His skin was hotter than she’d ever felt
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Shane finds himself having to nurse Ilya through the chicken pox
- Part 1 of Heated Rivalry Sickfics
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A quick rendezvous after a game becomes anything but when Shane realizes that Ilya is sick. Shane does his best to deal with a clingy Ilya all while enjoying a more domestic side of things he never expected to embrace.
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So, there is a very small possibility that he’s sick. Which Shane quickly shoves out of his head because no, he can’t be sick. There's practice today and then a game tomorrow. Shane has to be okay. He has to be ready to play. Or Shane is sick and Ilya takes care of him.
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Team Hollander vs. Bacterial Meningitis by PenPatronusAooO
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-14
Shane collapses into Ilya’s arms after a game! Ilya, who can only watch as his boyfriend slowly dies in the hospital, is beyond devastated and desperate for a miracle. Fortunately, a surprise ally comes to help both boys! —————— “Shane is strong,” Ilya declared, snarling at the doctor like he was an opponent in a hockey game. “He will not die.” The doctor offered a kind, indulgent smile. “He’s almost settled in a room. I’ll send a nurse to get you when you can see him.” The man went to leave but stopped just outside the door. “Just so you’re not surprised… He’s a little confused, probably from the fever. He’s not making much sense.” “In what way?” David asked. “He keeps talking to someone—a woman who’s not actually there.” “Who?” asked Ilya.
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You Will Be Okay Because I Am Here by remyscomputer
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-09
Shane unexpectedly misses a game, Ilya goes to find out why, and take care of a sick Shane. aka self indulgent hollanov sickfic
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After the longest season of his career, Ilya retreats to the cottage with Shane, expecting rest, recovery, and a month of stolen peace. Instead, exhaustion lingers. Small things feel wrong. And the body that has always carried him through pain begins to falter in ways he can’t explain. As concern grows and outside eyes begin to notice, the life Ilya and Shane have carefully built—careers, borders, futures—starts to feel fragile. When a medical crisis shatters their summer before answers arrive, love is no longer something they protect quietly. It becomes something they fight with. A story about what happens when the body speaks before you’re ready to listen, and the people who refuse to let you face it alone.
- Part 1 of The Quiet Fight
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Following the events at The Cottage, Shane comes down with the stomach flu and Ilya takes care of him
- Part 2 of Heated Rivalry Sickfics
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My world is crushing (you save me from it) by VKookies_ot7
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-05
Shane Hollander loves hockey so much, he would play even dying. He is not dying, so it's not surprising he plays. or Ilya takes care of sick Shane.
- Part 2 of Hollanov
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- AO3:
- #77132281
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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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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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- AO3:
- #76187926