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Shane Hollander was perfect; the perfect son, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect friend. He had spent years refining perfection, making sure he was the picture of it. It was second nature after all these years; a suit that didn’t quite fit, but that he’d gotten used to.
Enter Ilya Rozanov.- Language:
- English
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- AO3:
- #81052751
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"It had never really been in Ilya’s plans to start a Youtube channel for paranormal investigation..."
Ilya Rozanov is the playboy darling of the oft-forgotten ECHL who never quite lived up to his full potential, but he’s also known for spending the off-season hunting ghosts with his teammates Bood and Troy.
When they dare to investigate the tragic ruins of NHL legend Shane Hollander's former cottage, they are expecting to be confronted by a cursed haunting, a vengeful demon, or at the very least... some entertaining Youtube-worthy content. What Ilya is not expecting, however, is to form an inexplicable bond with the ghost of a hot hockey player and discover that nothing (literally nothing at all) is quite as it seems.
OR; Shane is a ghost, Ilya can see dead people, and it's entirely possible that they once knew each other in a past life.
- Part 1 of the cursed cottage
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 36,544
- Chapters:
- 11/11
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #80668226
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“You think it’s, um, some kind of competition thing?”
Ilya blinks at him. “What?”
Hollander holds up his left hand, gesturing at the red string. “It’s– It’s gotta be, like, maybe we’ll be good teammates one day or something, right?” His eyes flit over Ilya’s body again. “It must be.”
Oh, denial. At least they're on the same page about it then.
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shane x ilya red string of fate forces them to confront their feelings sooner
- Part 2 of ilya_and_pasta completed hr fics
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 6,836
- Chapters:
- 3/3
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #80137666
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my red string of fate (is the color of his blood) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-11
Ilya Rozanov's new life began at eighteen years old.
But his new life truly started at four hundred and thirteen years old when he met the love of his life.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 12,531
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #79329676
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Soulmates in Every Universe by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-04
Hollanov Soulmates AU. You have to be ready to fall in love to find out who your soulmate is. If you aren't ready, the bond will wait for you. Shane has been waiting for his soulmate forever. Ilya has resisted, because he doesn't want to lose what he has with Shane and he knows when he finds his soulmate it'll really be over.
When he's finally ready, it doesn't go as he's expecting.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,796
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #78869291
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Every time your soulmate lies, their words are written on you. Shane doesn’t lie often. His soulmate does though.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 51,181
- Chapters:
- 11/11
- Files:
- 4 versions
- AO3:
- #76418136
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Ilya (12:22 AM): What does your soul mark say? Shane (12:24 AM): Really? Ilya (12:24 AM): Yes, really. It has been 24 minutes since it appeared Ilya (12:40 AM): Hello?!?!?! Shane (12:41 AM): I was getting off the bus you impatient prick. Are you always this annoying? Ilya (12:42 AM): Yes. You know this, now tell me. Shane (12:44 AM): Okay. Ilya (12:48 AM): WHAT DOES YOUR SOUL MARK SAY?? Shane (12:49 AM): IT JUST SAYS OKAY! Ilya (12:50 AM): It's me, I knew it 🥰 OR In a world where your soulmate's first words appear on your body on your 20th birthday, Shane Hollander is disappointed to have gotten such a mundane word. Ilya Rozanov is thrilled. Now available in Russian thanks to the incredible withergloww!!
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 12,549
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #78380836
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the cadence of a secret by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-17
Did you figure anything out? Shane writes, and flips the page around for Ilya to read it.
Wont like the answer, Ilya’s written, in his quick hand.
So he doesn’t have to take the pen back, Shane just shrugs. What?
Ilya sits down at the desk for a steady surface to explain.
3 things
1 its curse. if true we can break it
2 its spell. if true we can break it
3 we are soulmates. if true we are fucked“No,” Shane mutters, before he can stop himself. Immediately, he slams a hand over his mouth.
or: Ilya and Shane are soulmates, and their bond prevents them from both talking and being apart. Unfortunately, the only thing that’ll make the pain stop is confessing the one thing they can say: that they’re in love.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 38,983
- Chapters:
- 8/8
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77347751
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Forgotten Language by manyfandomsmember
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-14
Ilya gets his bell rung while playing for Ottawa against Montreal He forgets how to speak English and can only speak Russian Luckily, Shane Hollander, the light of his life, has learned Russian
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,767
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77687256
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Shane ignores the slow apparition of colours his sight was missing. Ilya does not understand why he keeps buying ginger beer. Or how to accept you are in love, one soulmark at a time.
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- English
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- 3,478
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- 1/1
- Files:
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- AO3:
- #77634206
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Ilya and Shane soulbond with a handshake in a freezing parking lot in Saskatchewan. It actually doesn’t change very much, until Shane’s concussion drives everything haywire, forcing them into close proximity and an earlier confrontation with all the feelings they’ve been trying to ignore. Or: as it turns out, it’s easier than you’d think to be in someone’s head and still not know how they feel.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 43,842
- Chapters:
- 8/8
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #76077726
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Touches leave impressions—some more than others.
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- English
- Words:
- 1,783
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77226021
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When Silence Starts Speaking by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-20
Plagued with the issues of his family past and present, Ilya Rozanov finds himself in the media's eyes for all the wrong reasons recently with no end in sight. When the team decides enough is enough with the drinking and whoring, Ilya is suddenly faced with a new issue to tackle—team omega Shane Hollander. Shane is up for the task of getting the Russian alpha under control for the season, but are they both up for the unexpected heated connection between them that follows?
Note: Does contain spoilers for books 2 and 6 of the Game Changers series (Shane & Ilya's stories)
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 40,928
- Chapters:
- 11/11
- Files:
- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #75530136
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The common assumption is that people must be lining up to participate in his studies. You may meet your soulmate sounds seductive on its face, after all. But once participants learn what that actually entails: years of blind dates, weekly blood draws, constant monitoring, endless poking and prodding… The fantasy collapses. Hope is appealing. Commitment to the process is not. After watching too many participants quit before meaningful data could be collected, Shane did the only thing that made sense: He became the lab rat. It went on for years. Painful ones. Suffering for the sake of knowledge. Maybe that’s the bargain science demands. Shane is one of the most successful researchers in the field, but he isn’t alone. Dr. Ilya Rozanov has been there the entire time.
- Language:
- English
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- 5,414
- Chapters:
- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76097141
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"You're supposed to smoke over there." Someone said from behind Ilya. Ilya almost dropped his cigarette. His English was shitty, but he had studied that sentence enough times over the years to understand it immediately. He didn't even think about his words much anymore, but it was impossible to avoid them. He turned instinctively, and was face to face with Shane fucking Hollander. Out of almost seven billion people, of course Ilya's soulmate had to be his fated rival. It was almost poetic. Still, Ilya had enough sense to realize just how bad this was. or, Shane says Ilya's soulmate words. Ilya vows to never speak a word to him to keep him from finding out. They fall in love anyway.
- Language:
- English
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- 44,259
- Chapters:
- 2/2
- Files:
- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #73643456
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Shane once told himself it was purely strategic, that Ilya was his greatest adversary on the ice and that his obsession was borne of his killer competitive instinct. Now he knew better. Shane could be battling for the Stanley Cup and in that room full of people he would look for Ilya. Always and against his better judgement. Shane wandered into the communal showers and peeled off the undershirt that stuck to his body like a sweaty second skin. His teammates milled around him with the pleasant hum of a victory in the air. Even naked under the stream of the shower heads, they swatted at each other and horsed around. Shane stuck to his corner and ignored the merrymaking. He had a reputation for being a bit of a wet blanket but he could not begrudge his team the celebrating this time. He of all people knew there were few better feelings than trouncing Boston. Every game against Rozanov went something like this. The rink was charged with electricity before they even set foot on the ice. By the time they were facing off the feeling was overwhelming. Small forms of release would come in body checks and stolen pucks, in thrusting each other against the boards, in assists and goals. At some point around the second period they would start to lose sight of anyone but each other. Shane once told himself it was purely strategic, that Ilya was his greatest adversary on the ice and that his obsession was borne of his killer competitive instinct. Now he knew better. Shane was looking for Ilya because not a single person in the arena of screaming fans mattered. Shane could be battling for the Stanley Cup and in that room full of people he would look for Ilya. Always and against his better judgement. This game had became a two person test of wills, a stubborn and begrudging negotiation of who would come out on top that night. They hated to lose about as much as they loved to fuck each other. And that energy would inevitably follow them into locker room as they quickly moved through the post game rituals. Shane was almost shocked his teammates could not feel it, that he and Ilya orbited each other. The press conferences were torture. It was one of the rare times he and Ilya got to exist together in public without skates on. But there were cameras everywhere and questions designed to instigate barbs that would end up in headlines or on Twitter. “Shane, you have played against Rozanov for five seasons. Talk to us about that. What does it take to beat someone with his agility and strength?” Or “Ilya, Hollander’s backhand conversion at the end of the second period looked an awful lot like one of your signature moves. What do you have to say to that?” Ilya loved when the press leaned into their rivalry. He would give taciturn one word answers or wink to the camera with his signature grin. He rarely if ever made eye contact with Shane. Their feet would tap against each other occasionally, but beyond that they were focused on the mics and cameras in their faces, as if they were two unruly specimens behind a wall of glass. Finally they were back with their teammates and at the part of the night where they made their inevitable excuses about why they could not go out that night to celebrate their victory or bemoan their loss. A festering injury. A previous bad night of sleep. A far off girl who wanted to FaceTime. And each time their teammates would accept it with teases and exasperated shrugs. Now they were off to the race. Sprinting to Ilya’s penthouse or Shane’s empty apartment, where every minute to midnight felt like running through water or dancing on a knife’s edge, equal parts exhausting and excruciating. This night it was Shane who burst into Ilya’s apartment and into his arms. They were on each other as the door shut, wrestling for the upper hand as if this was the real conclusion to their on ice spars, a final wrestle that had them at each others throats and hip to hip. Ilya practically consumed Shane’s mouth. His tongue delved into him like he had hadn’t had a drink of water for days. “Shh,” Ilya mumbled thickly as Shane whined into his mouth. “I know. I will not let you out of my sight.” They had until noon of next day, when Shane’s team would make their way to the airport and back to Montreal. Getting a proper morning was a real treat for Shane and Ilya, and one they never squandered. Ilya spent the first two hours taking Shane apart in every way possible. First with his hands as he gripped their shafts tightly against one another. Next on his knees with Shane’s cock in his mouth. Then with his length buried into Shane and his balls slapping wildly as he piled into him from behind. And then with Shane riding Ilya as Ilya held his impossible large hands to his hips in the way that Shane loved, that made him feel somehow feminine and so obviously a man, the sharply sculpted lines of his abdominals moving as he rode Ilya’s cock. It was usually here, where Ilya had a perfect view of Shane’s wanton and blown out eyes, that he couldn’t hold back his commentary, often in Russian, a language that Shane had slowly begun to understand. In Russian, “you are so beautiful. Taking me like you could do it forever, like this is all you want.” Shame let out a diabolically low moan, one that sounded as if he were in pain. He arched his back as he took Ilya even deeper inside him, frantically riding him as his muscular thighs drove himself up and down. This was nirvana. He felt a level of transcendence here that he only came close to feeling when he completed a perfect assist or slotted in the winning goal in a playoff game. Sex and hockey. He was fastidious in both. Athletic, quietly but consistently skilled, aiming to please. Shane came first, pulling Ilya in with him. He loved the feeling of Ilya’s warm release filling him. And the panting the came after. And him leaning forward to let Ilya’s softening cock pull out. And the feeling of his come running down Shane, gushing out in a way that made him stumble to the bathroom with a mumble and a promise to be back over the bark of Ilya’s laughter.
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- English
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- Files:
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- AO3:
- #71515466
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