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The test very confidently displayed a positive result. Well—this test and the three others he’d taken just to be sure. He’d used the basic drug store one that showed only a plus sign, as well as the fancier ones with words and estimates of how far along you were. All of them were screaming at him, in unison, the words he hadn’t wanted to hear. They echoed the thought that he’d been desperately trying to ignore despite the symptoms he’d been having for the past two weeks. Shane Hollander was pregnant.
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Shane is in Ilya's body, desperately avoiding Svetlana Vetrova, throwing out his cigarettes and battling his depression.
Ilya is in Shane's body, playing with Hayden Pike's children, being smothered with love by Yuna and David Hollander, and wondering why Rose Landry is trying to set him up with her gay actor friend Miles.
Boston travels to Montreal in two weeks.
Everything is fine.
- Part 1 of body swap AU
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The three-year-old son of Shane Hollander Rozanov and Ilya Rozanov takes his first steps on the ice.
- Part 2 of Little Ice Flower
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Magic In My Soul by OikawaHajime13
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-14
While recovering from season-ending surgery, Shane unexpectedly goes into heat. Thankfully, his alpha is there to help him...which leads to an unintended repercussion.
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Jane: Let’s Play 8Ball! Lily: what the fuck is this Jane: It’s a text game Jane: You have to download the app Lily: and y r u sending it 2 me Jane: It’s not a big deal “lily” Jane: Play or don’t play, see if I care
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Does your mother know that you're out? by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-14
Under the leather coat Ilya had shrugged off and above his missing shoe was a familiar glass plaque, familiar because he had the same trophy at home in his trophy room, First Draft Pick for the NHL. Shane felt stomach acid churning in his gut and something close to panic seemed to claw up his insides.
“Tell me you’re not Ilya Rozanov.” Shane demanded. “Tell me I didn’t fuck a rookie.”
Not just any rookie, but the rookie Shane had avoided looking at, thinking about, or researching for the sole reason that they called him "Hollander Come Again.” Shane hadn’t even left the ice yet and they were already trying to replace him with a younger model, apparently an unparalleled talent from Russia whose scores in the Juniors had kissed Shane’s records in a way that a rookie hadn’t in the almost decade since Shane set them. He was going to be sick.
“You did not fuck rookie, rookie fucked you.” Ilya Rozanov said and Shane moaned, this time in a growing despair because not only was his replacement maybe better than him, he was also a fucking asshole about it too.
- Part 4 of Heated Rivalry AUs
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It was two rings and then his thick accent and smooth voice washed over Shane like a slow molasses. “Hollander,” Rozanov sighed. “It is late. I thought you had date, no?” “I fucked up,” Shane whispered biting back a sob. Shane drops after he sleeps with someone that's not Ilya, so naturally he calls Ilya to take care of him.
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shane gets sick before a game against boston... looks like he wont be seeing ilya later (unless???) ft. ilya bringing shane russian food ---- He hadn’t told Rozanov, why would he? They’d exchanged their usual quips in the days leading up to the game, riffing about who would win, how many goals they’d score. But underlying it all was the knowledge that they’d end the night in each other’s arms. Shane refused to admit it, but that might have been part of the reason he was so determined not to get sick. If it was any other game, any other team… It had been four months since he’d seen Rozanov. Four months of convincing himself he would finally end it, while simultaneously counting down the days until they would see each other again-- until this game. A game Shane would not be attending.
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light me like a cigarette by probsnothawkeye
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-13
Go on and light me like a cigarette / even if it might be something you'll regret / You've got me now, now, now / Swallow me down, down, down down or The Tuna Melt Scene, revised
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something different bloomed by only_the_golden
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-13
Shane was diagnosed with autism as a kid, and kept it a secret once he decided he wanted to play hockey as a career. He decides it's finally time to tell Ilya. Set in Chapter 17 of Heated Rivalry. Title from 'You're on Your Own, Kid' by Taylor Swift
- Part 2 of Autistic Shane Hollander One-Shots
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At first Ilya thinks it’s some kind of deformed bear. Then he sees the weird little claw-things it has instead of paws, and realizes it’s a massive stuffed sloth. “Looks like someone’s going all-out this year,” Bood says from behind him. - Or: Ilya and Shane might be spending their first Valentine's Day as a married couple apart, but Shane's not letting that stop him.
- Part 2 of my anonymous heated rivalry fic
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After a high-pressure game, Shane Hollander is a live wire of anxious perfectionism, desperately insisting he's "fine." Ilya Rozanov knows better. He can smell the oncoming omega crash. When Shane's brittle control finally shatters, Ilya must use every ounce of his firm, grounding alpha presence to guide his omega through the collapse—from frantic resistance, to overwhelming relief, and finally, into the safe, quiet space of total submission and praise. (Or: The one where Shane falls apart, and Ilya is there to catch him.) Collapse Into Me __________________ The hotel room door clicked shut behind them, sealing out the roar of the arena, the flash of cameras, the echoing chants of both their names. Shane’s name had been chanted louder tonight. He’d been perfect. Flawless. A machine on the ice. And now, inside the quiet, opulent suite, he was methodically coming apart at the seams. Ilya watched him from the doorway, his own gear bag dropping to the floor with a soft thud. Shane had already marched across the living room, his movements sharp and economical. He placed his own bag by the closet with military precision, toeing it into a perfect parallel line with the wall. He shrugged out of his tailored dress jacket, folded it once, and laid it over the back of an armchair. His tie came next, the silk whispering as he pulled it loose, but instead of discarding it, he looped it neatly around his knuckles, over and over, a tight, anxious coil . To anyone else, he looked composed. Collected. The consummate professional finishing his post-game routine. But Ilya smelled it. Under the sweat and the sharp, chemical scent of the arena ice, Shane’s omega scent was thin. Wispy. Like burnt sugar and over-steeped tea, pulled too tight until it was about to snap. It was a scent Ilya knew intimately—the prelude to a crash. It was in the air between them, a frantic, fading sweetness that made the back of Ilya’s teeth ache with instinct. “Shane,” Ilya said, his voice deliberately calm. Neutral. He took a single, casual step into the room, not wanting to crowd him yet. “I’m fine,” Shane replied instantly, the words clipped. He didn’t turn around. He began to move, not toward the bedroom or the shower, but in a tight, precise line from the sofa to the window and back. Pacing. His dress shoes made a soft, relentless shush-shush on the carpet. “Just need to wind down. The second period, that turnover by the blue line—it was a misread. I saw Tremblay cutting in, but I thought he’d go wide, and if I’d just pivoted half a second sooner, taken the inside lane instead of committing to the boards—” “It led to a goal,” Ilya finished for him, staying where he was, leaning against the wall by the door. He kept his body loose, non-threatening. He unbuttoned his own cuffs, rolling his sleeves up slowly, an attempt to project normalcy. “You won, Shane. 4-1. You had two assists. You were the best player on the ice.” “It was a preventable goal,” Shane shot back, his voice tightening, rising a half-octave. The pacing quickened. Six steps to the window, a sharp pivot, six steps back. His hands flexed at his sides, the coiled tie cutting into his palm. “A stupid, careless— I knew their forecheck pattern. I knew it. I told Hayden to watch for it, I diagrammed it in the locker room. And then I fell for it. Like a rookie. They’ll see that on film. They’ll all see it.” His scent spiked, souring with the acid tang of anxiety. Ilya saw the fine tremor in Shane’s trapped hands before he shoved them into the pockets of his suit pants. He was still in the uniform of the public captain, the tie a little too tight, the crisp white shirt straining across shoulders held in rigid, defensive formation. Every line of him was vibrating with a energy that had nowhere to go but inward, turning toxic. Ilya pushed off the wall. “Come. Shower. The steam will help. We will order food.” He kept his tone practical, a lifeline of simple, physical next steps. “In a minute,” Shane dismissed, veering away from Ilya’s approach as if burned. He ended up at the minibar, staring at its glossy door as if it contained the answers. “I just need to think it through. Map it out. So it doesn’t happen again. If I can see the sequence, where the decision tree branched wrong, I can lock it down.” “You can think in the shower.” Ilya took another step, his voice layering with a gentle alpha rumble, a coaxing note meant to soothe, to pull him gently back from the edge. It had the opposite effect. Shane flinched, actually flinched, and took two rapid steps back, putting the bulk of an armchair between them. His eyes, when they finally flicked to Ilya’s, were wide and glassy with suppressed panic. The beautiful hazel was almost all pupil. “Don’t. Just— don’t, Ilya.” His voice cracked on the name. “I’m fine. I need space. I need to process. I can’t— I can’t think when you’re…” He gestured vaguely at Ilya’s entire presence. The ‘fine’ was a brittle lie, shattering even as he said it. Ilya could see the cracks spreading, a web of fine fractures across the perfect ice of Shane’s composure. Shane’s breathing was all wrong—shallow sips of air that didn’t reach his lungs, the rise and fall of his chest too quick and high. His knuckles were white where he gripped the back of the chair. The beautiful, controlled omega who commanded the ice with a whisper was being devoured from the inside by a frantic, scrambling thing, an animal caught in a trap of its own spinning thoughts. Ilya’s own instincts, usually kept on a firm, civilized leash, began to stir and then rise. A low- grade alarm pulsed through him, syncing with his heartbeat. His omega is in distress. He is not safe. He is not grounded. He is hurting himself. The analytical part of his brain, the strategist, concurred coldly: Shane was spiraling, his thoughts looping into a self-flagellating frenzy with no exit. He was seconds from hyperventilating, minutes from a full, shuddering omega crash that would leave him feeling raw, sick, and vulnerable for days. The time for gentle coaxing was over. The time for patient waiting had passed. Shane was too far gone to reach for the lifeline himself. Ilya would have to go in and get him. Ilya shifted. It was subtle, but in the charged, silent room, it was as loud as a thunderclap. He straightened to his full height, rolling his shoulders back, his spine aligning into a posture of pure, unassailable authority. He let his own scent bloom—not an aggressive challenge, but a deep, anchoring, deliberate wave of cedar, old leather, and steady, warm earth. An alpha’s scent of stability. Of claim. Of here, and now, and me. He poured it into the space, a tangible force meant to counter the thin, panicked sweetness choking the air.
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everything is embarrassing by herochaoz
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-12
Shane and Ilya reminisce on their younger days while on their honeymoon <3 spoilers for The Long Game ahead!!!!!!! could just be an au tho shrug
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“I don’t hate him!” Hayden says, which is only true because hate doesn’t quite capture it. No, he despises Rozanov. In his defense, everyone with a pulse and without the last name Hollander does. Or: 5 times Hayden doesn’t get Shane and Ilya’s relationship, +1 time he does.
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Lily and Jane Fall in Love by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-12
The five encounters with Shane that forced Ilya to lie (brag) to his teammates about his mysterious Montreal Girl, and the time they learned that the lies had never really mattered in the first place.
Or, Shane and Ilya are Not That Subtle about the identities of Jane and Lily, but it doesn't matter because their friends are idiots anyway.
(Behind the scenes of the first fic in this series, “The Montreal Girl”)
- Part 2 of The Montreal Girl (Lily & Jane)
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Centuries pass, nations rise and fall, names change, but Ilya remembers.
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Hasegawa Shigeru opened his mouth to reply, but Ilya was lost.
No longer warm, an icy wind cut through rough clothes to bite at the patches of skin that he’d bared to the elements. White snow and black, tall trees. A man trudged beside him, his hood up, his feet sure in the snow. He turned and smiled and Ilya’s heart tipped over with love. Hasegawa Shigeru. It was Shigeru, but dressed in clothing in a style much older than those Ilya had worn on his own shores, but still undoubtedly home.
Shigeru spoke to him, but not in a language he knew. Old words and old clothes, and an old love, so deep that it brought tears to Ilya’s eyes.
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watch you lookin' at a broken wing by only_the_golden
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-11
Shane decides to give therapy a try. Title from 'Luna Moth' by Maya Hawke
- Part 1 of Autistic Shane Hollander One-Shots
- Part 1 of i had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting
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You Call and I Come (Running) by Kelethin
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-11
“Hello?” Ilya prodded. “Are you there? I thought you were supposed to be polite Canadian boy.” A breath of laughter sounded in his ear and Ilya perked up despite himself even if he did beat down his grin with sheer force of will. “Are you drunk? You drank without me and now you miss me. Very sad for you.” “I—" Ilya’s smile dropped in an instant and his feet hit the carpet as he vaulted off the bed. Something was wrong. Hollander sounded wrong. “Hollander, what is wrong?” Ilya demanded and listened hard. Then he heard it. Shaky inhales and even shakier exhales that made his stomach drop to the floor. “I need—" Hollander’s voice broke as he took in a pained breath. He was in pain. Ilya started scrambling for his shoes. “Talk to me, Hollander.” _____________ Shane calls Ilya for help after sustaining a concussion and Ilya comes running.
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your freckles lead the way/i trace your constellations by bucksbicycle
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-11
The sly grin returns to Ilya’s face as he undresses, “So, will I get a - what is it - good morning?” “A happy ending?” Shane snorts, “Maybe. If you’re lucky.” “I am always lucky. I have you." -- a surprise. title from "constellations" by jade lemac
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"You're starting to sound like him." --- Running away from the ice after his fight with Scott Hunter, Shane locked himself in a changing room. In the midst of a panic attack, Rozanov called. Shane, alone, scared and desperately missing him, answered.
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