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a little drabble of shane and ilya post-talking to shanes parents ----- Shane sighed as they pulled into the driveway of the cottage, putting his head down on the steering wheel and closing his eyes. “God,” he whispered. “I’m so… tired. I feel like I just ran a marathon.” Ilya laughed, bringing up a hand to touch Shane’s hair. “What you just did was much more difficult than a marathon,” he said. He couldn’t help the soft smile that was forming on his face, but he didn’t want to resist it. He didn’t have to anymore.
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It’s winter in Ottawa and Ilya has hunkered down in his big, empty mansion to weather a nasty flu. Then his phone buzzes. — Guardian™ Security Alert: Movement detected at front door — (1) Missed Call: Yuna Hollander Or: The Hollanders have a new son to take care of. Ilya has no idea what’s going on.
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The universe can't stop us by atlas22
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
Everyone has a soulmate. Your soulmate is your other half - someone who completes your life and makes you feel whole. On your sixteenth birthday, you receive your soul-mark: the first words your soulmate will ever say to you. Some people spend their whole lives waiting to hear those words. Others choose not to believe in soulmates at all. Then, there are those who hear their words from the lips of a rival and simply refuse to believe it. --- What if soulmates existed in the world of Heated Rivalry.
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Yuna is Shane Hollander’s manager but she is also his mother. Before anything else, she will always be her son’s mother. But also his manager. She knows him best. Or Yuna had thought for many years that she knew Shane better than most other people. Still, Shane hid how he really feels for many, many years. Out of fear of being ostracized for being different. For several reasons.
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They’d had months to prepare for this– Hell, they planned for this, but Shane almost can’t believe that their baby is just… “Here,” Ilya’s voice breaks through his thoughts as he gently offers their baby forward. Suddenly, their baby is in his arms, warm just like Ilya but his scent is softer. Sweeter. He still smells like Shane. And he’s so, so tiny pressed against Shane’s chest, the weight of him fills him with something he can’t exactly put into words. Love. After welcoming their first child, Shane and Ilya share a quiet moment together as a family.
- Part 1 of Like Real People Do
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home is just a room full of my safest sounds by catknives
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
“Is not like we don’t know how to be quiet, we hooked up in hotels for over a decade.” “It’s not about being quiet, Ilya. No matter what we do, they’re going to assume we’re in there having sex.” “Yeah, well, we probably will be having sex.” Ilya didn’t really understand the issue. Was he supposed to pretend he and his husband were celibate? Half the guys on the team made jokes about post-game sex with their partners. No one ever batted an eye with them. “Quiet sex, though.” Shane hadn’t disagreed, but apparently it wasn’t a helpful distinction. Shane insists he and Ilya sleep in separate hotel rooms for away games. Neither of them handle it very well.
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What the fuck’s wrong with Rozanov by mjetkind
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
Set between Heated Rivalry and The Long Game, Shane takes care of Ilya over Christmas when he comes down with a cold. A little domestic fluff to cure your post cottage hangover.
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Maybe you could teach me Russian. It was a joke, but it also wasn’t really a joke.
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“Then I will bring you to that dock out there. I will have hundreds of candles all over it...” - Heated Rivalry, Chapter Twenty-Seven by Rachel Reid Or; Ilya proposes to Shane.
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as you wander through this troubled world by justhockey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
Having a child is like having a second heart beating outside of your body. You carry them, and you hold them in your arms for the very first time, and you soothe them when they cry. You protect them, and keep them safe, and you try and instil them with all the skills and attributes they need to succeed, to thrive, to be happy. You do that for as long as you can…as long as they will allow you. And then you let them go. You send them out into the world, and hope with everything in you that it doesn’t break them.
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His teammates were not treating this as the hard interview Ilya imagined it. Gone were the serious "intervention" faces, replaced with the glee of anticipation. "Roz was going to tell us about his fiancée," Dykstra told Hollander. Shane choked on his bite of Raisin Bran. "Oh?" "Yeah, I assume you know her. Did he say anything in the car, Hazy?" "Dude didn't say one word." ------------ The Centaurs stage an intervention.
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Being around Ilya is good—better than nearly any other time, because he knows Shane better than anybody else. He can belong around Ilya. He belongs to Ilya, in a way, and Ilya belongs to him. Shane likes to express that belonging in unconventional ways. Most of all, he loves being on his knees for him.
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Rose knows what she wants.
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cloth mother, wire mother by rubyjean_jacket
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
There's a balance to these things.
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Hayden knows what he saw. Clear as day, right there in the middle of Shane’s text thread with Lily. A dick pic. Hayden keeps mindlessly scrolling Instagram—a pantomime of paying attention, not really taking in anything that’s passing across his screen. Mind racing as a series of realizations wash over him. Christ, no wonder Shane was so cagey about Lily. No wonder he didn’t want to introduce her to the guys. Hayden would like to believe that everyone would be chill with it, but he could think of at least five guys off the top of his head that would a hundred percent take issue with Shane dating a trans woman. He can imagine, far too easily, the kind of slurs that would get thrown around the locker room if anyone ever found out. Towards Lily, sure, but towards Shane too —because Shane had to be gay, if his girlfriend had a dick, right? Or, Hayden finds out something that he was never supposed to, and decides that the only thing he can do is show his best friend that he can be the best ally ever, if he just gives him the chance.
- Part 1 of The Lily Files
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All I want for Christmas is you by AriasAstro
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-26
Shane did not mean to be running in a storm, protecting his last minute gift from the wind and snowflakes, and yet here he was. After all, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ditched Ilya again. Or Shane's an overthinker and it causes him to do some dumb shit. The Hollanov Holiday Special!
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Shane tears his ACL and someone that looks a whole lot like Ilya Rozanov is spotted smoking a cigarette in the hospital parking lot.
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Shane has had a long week and decides to relax by taking a bath and using a bath bomb to relax his muscles. He's so relaxed he takes a nap, not even registering the colour of the bath bomb he used... Inspired by someone, I dont remember who it was so if someone remembers the fic, please tell me. It basically had Shane taking some panadol or something cos he had a headache but he fainted and Ilya found him and thought he tried to overdose The rivalry between Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander was the kind of legend that fueled sports talk radio for decades. It was the stoic, iron-willed Russian Captain against the golden boy of Canadian hockey. On the ice, they were a collision of tectonic plates—heavy hits, sharp words exchanged through mouthguards, and a mutual disdain that seemed etched into their very bones. In reality, the disdain was the most expensive mask in professional sports. For over eight years, they had been a ghost story told in darkened hotel rooms and anonymous apartments. For two years, they had been "forever." They were boyfriends in the shadows, navigating a world of secret back entrances, and the constant, crushing weight of a double life. But tonight, the ice was far away. Ilya had just finished a late flight back to their shared sanctuary in Shane's quiet cottage outside of Ottawa, a home no one else knew Ilya was embraced in. The cottage was hushed, the only sound the hum of the refrigerator and the distant whistle of the wind against the glass. Ilya dropped his gear bag by the door, his shoulders aching from a grueling game against Toronto. He wanted nothing more than to find Shane, bury his face in the crook of his neck, and let the persona of "The Iron Rozanov" melt away. "Shane?" he called out, his voice raspy. No answer. A sliver of light spilled from beneath the master bathroom door. Ilya smiled faintly, rubbing the back of his neck. Shane must have beaten him home and opted for a soak to soothe his own battered ribs. Shane was a fan of rituals—expensive salts, high-end candles, anything to drown out the noise of being Shane Hollander. Ilya kicked off his shoes and padded toward the bathroom. "I’m home, malysh," he murmured, pushing the door open. "I hope you saved some hot water for-" The sentence died in his throat. The smile didn't just fade; it vanished as if it had never existed. The bathroom was thick with steam, smelling of hibiscus and cedarwood. But Ilya’s brain didn't process the scent. It processed the sight. Shane was submerged in the tub, his head tilted back against the porcelain, his eyes closed, his body unnervingly still. And the water-the water was a deep, visceral, terrifying crimson. It looked like a massacre. It looked like a life drained out into a ceramic basin. In an instant, the year was no longer the present. The luxury apartment dissolved. Ilya was twelve years old again, standing in a cramped kitchen in Russia. He was seeing his mother’s pale, limp hand draped across the ground, pills scattered everywhere. He remembered the silence of that day, a silence that felt like a scream you couldn't hear. The trauma, suppressed under layers of muscle, fame, and hockey padding, erupted like a geyser. "Shane!" The sound that ripped from Ilya’s chest wasn't a name; it was a sob, a fractured howl of pure, unadulterated agony. He didn't walk; he lunged. He hit the tiled floor on his knees with a bone-jarring thud, his hands shaking so violently he could barely grip the edge of the tub. "Shane! No, no, no-. Shane, wake up! Look at me!" Ilya’s large, calloused hands plunged into the dark red water, frantic and clumsy. He grabbed Shane’s shoulders, hauling him upward. His mind was a strobe light of horrors. Did he have a knife? Did he take something? Was the pressure of the secret too much? Did I miss the signs? "Please, pozhaluysta, Shane, don't leave me!" Ilya was hyperventilating now, the air coming in jagged, useless gulps. He dragged Shane’s limp upper body out of the water, pinning him against his chest, heedless of his own expensive sweater getting soaked in the red liquid. He was checking for wounds, his fingers searching Shane’s wrists, his neck, his chest, his eyes blurred by a thick veil of tears. "Stay with me, stay with me, I’ve got you-" "Ilya? Wh-what?" Shane’s eyes flew open, wide and disoriented. He sputtered, coughing as water splashed into his face. He felt Ilya’s heart hammering like a trapped bird against his back, felt the crushing, desperate grip of the man’s arms. "Ilya? What’s happening? Are we-is there a fire?" Shane scrambled for purchase, his hands splashing in the red water. Ilya didn't let go. He couldn't. He was rocking back and forth on the floor, holding Shane to his chest with a strength that was bordering on painful. His face was buried in Shane’s wet hair, and he was making a sound Shane had never heard bbefore, a low, broken whimpering. "You’re alive," Ilya choked out, the words barely intelligible. "You’re alive, you’re alive..." Shane finally managed to twist around in Ilya’s arms, his own heart racing from the sudden, violent wake-up. He looked at Ilya and his stomach dropped. The giant, stoic Boston Captain looked like a ghost. His skin was ash-gray, his eyes bloodshot and unfocused, and he was trembling so hard his teeth were literally chattering. "Ilya, look at me. Hey, look at me," Shane said, his voice dropping into a soft, urgent tone. He reached up, cupping Ilya’s face. "I’m okay. I’m right here. I just fell asleep. I was so tired, I-" Shane’s gaze flicked down to the tub, then to the red stains on Ilya’s clothes, then back to the tub. The realization hit him like a cross-check to the throat. The bath bomb. He had bought a new one at the boutique near the arena. "Midnight Rose," the label had said. It was supposed to be luxurious. He hadn't realized it would turn the water the color of an arterial spray. And he knew, God, he knew, about Ilya’s mother. Ilya had only told him once,
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At first, Yuna thought she saw a ghost. When Rozanov appeared next to her son, at first she didn’t recognize him. She had seen his picture on tv or on tabloids countless times, so it was not like she didn’t know what he looked like, but in those ten years the antagonism between him and her son had grown so much that he resembled, in her mind, a mythological creature. It was like facing a folkloristic monster that you had seen in books and never thought could actually exist. But there he is, standing still behind Shane, wearing a Boston’s t-shirt – the audacity! – his hands crossed in the front like a young scholar waiting for the teacher to judge his polished uniform, in complete silence, while Shane is mumbling some sort of explanation. And then Shane says: “This is Ilya.” ~ * ~ Yuna and David had known about Ilya Rozanov since he first crossed their son's path. But after that day at the cottage, they discover a whole new aspect behind the mask that Ilya has worn for all those years.
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While David rifles through the pantry, Ilya takes a deep breath. This is not his family. He’s here for Shane, because Shane needs him. He doesn’t—he needs to be the steady one right now. Because if Shane sees him freak out then Shane will just freak out more, and that’s not fair. Especially not when, objectively, intellectually, Ilya knows that there’s nothing to freak out about now. But the truth is, Ilya is nervous. or, ilya and david share a moment while shane and yuna go outside. set during s1e6.
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