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Someone’s been calling Ilya’s name for a while now, but Ilya’s got the viewfinder to his eye, the whole world shrunk down to that single square of light, and he hates being interrupted when he’s shooting.
Ilya is a professional photographer; Shane is a journalist, working for a rival newspaper.
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- AO3:
- #91279731
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Ilya suddenly cleared his throat, squared his shoulders, lifted his chin with a strange expression and began reciting poetry in Russian.
Shane's jaw dropped.
“...anyway, he cut his wrists, wrote this poem with his blood, and hanged himself. What?”
Shane closed his mouth, shook his head, and finally said,
“When I came here, I expected a lot of things. I don't know that you'd make me drink litres of vodka or something like that. But not poetry in a cemetery, I admit, I didn't see it coming.”
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NHL 2012 Lockout. Hollander comes to Moscow to play in the KHL and learns two things: Moscow landlords don't particularly like renting to Asians, and Ilya Rozanov has a spare room.
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- 17/17
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- #90801026
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Drawing a Line by LovelyRose28
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-09-02
Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov have been best friends since they were twelve. They were attached at the hip, as much as two straight guys could be. Everyone accepted that Shane and Ilya were just being Shane and Ilya. Or: Shane and Ilya think they know where to draw the line between straight best friends and whatever the hell they keep doing.
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- English
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- 61,359
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- 6/6
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- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #87404031
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the third option by sevdim
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-08-29
A teenage Ilya arrives at an elite six-month development programme already planning to kill himself. Shane keeps accidentally interrupting his suicide attempts because he’s obsessed with rules, routine, and following proper protocol.
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- English
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- 56,099
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- 13/13
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #84680606
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Another Team by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-08-14
After Shane Hollander is signed to the Ottawa Centaurs, the team learns that part of the deal involved trading Luca Haas to Boston.
Luca is distraught having to uproot his life and move to another country. To ease the transition, Ilya arranges for Luca to stay with Cliff Marleau while he gets settled.- Language:
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- 9,126
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- 3/?
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- 1
- AO3:
- #87386126
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Shane Hollander has every aspect of his life under control: his diet, his training, his sexuality.
But when he’s forced to share a room with his rival for the number one draft pick, Ilya Rozanov, he begins to question every rule he thought he had perfected.
Including the one where he would never want a man. Or worse, Ilya Rozanov.
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Or: one year of college changes the trajectory of Shane Hollander’s life.
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- English
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- 91,437
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- 22/22
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- 1
- AO3:
- #79622946
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Shane has a problem. Shane has several problems, actually. They can differ day to day, depending heavily on whether or not he's running late to class or an assignment is almost due, but in general, his problems are thus: he is in love with his roommate, that roommate is Ilya Rozanov, and if Ilya ever discovers even half of the things Shane has done because of that crush, Shane will probably have to either change his name and transfer universities or fake his own death.
- Part 4 of Hollanov Smut
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- English
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“You just need to practice, then?” “Um. Yeah, I guess.” Ilya’s hand has not moved from Shane’s knee, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the skin there, his touch warm even through the layer of his comforter. “We could practice together,” Ilya says casually, a small purse to his lips. As if Shane’s brain is not screeching to a violent halt, his mouth falling open around a choked noise. “That’s not—that’s not funny.” “Is not a joke,” Ilya says firmly, suddenly serious. “If you are so afraid to be bad, I can teach you. Then you can go kiss a pretty girl, and you can impress her. Whatever.” Ilya shrugs, dark blue eyes darting across Shane’s face, a searching look. Or, Shane has never been kissed before. Ilya offers to teach him how.
- Part 7 of Nettles (Hollanov Fics)
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- English
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- 1/1
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- #84005436
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i wouldn't stop for red lights by isnt_that_wizard
Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-30
“You know why I got them, yes?” “I know why you think you got them.” “Is our anniversary.” “No, it’s not.” The sound of Shane’s stick blade hitting another puck reverberated through the otherwise empty rink. “I am the kind of guy who remembers those things,” Ilya leaned as close as he dared, snatching one of the pucks and taking a shot of his own before Shane could go again. He let out a pleased hum at himself as it sank into the upper left corner. “You’re fucking not. You’re the kinda guy who gets his roommate flowers to be an asshole, actually. You know, I’ve never met a single other person who’s ever done that.” Ilya gave an exaggerated pout, “You are being mean to me on our roommate anniversary.” “Are you going to do this every fucking year?” • • • • • • Ilya buys Shane flowers to celebrate the anniversary of them living together in their university apartment. Shane finds this a particularly asshole move from Ilya, considering they started living together in September and it's currently January. They spend most of the day arguing about it, until Shane finally comes clean about the deeper reason his roommate's "gift" has left him so off-kilter all day.
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- #84029571
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“You are baby.” He said matter of factly.
“I’m, what?” Hollander seemed offended and surprised all at once.
“I catch you touching yourself and now you can’t even look at me. Baby.” Ilya teased, not moving his eyes away from Hollander’s.
He watched a blush creep under Hollander’s freckles and thought about kissing them. He nearly broke eye contact just from that. He needed to stay focused.
“I’ve just been busy!” Hollander defended himself. He took a step back from Ilya. Ilya took a step forward. He stared at Hollander, making the doubt on his face clear.
Hollander’s whole body was fidgeting. Ilya loved how nervous he was making him. He could tell Hollander was close to breaking.
“Admit it. You are baby.”
“I’m not!”
“Then prove it,” Ilya growled, walking forward until Hollander’s back was up against the wall.
Or; The classic trope: Ilya accidentally walks in on Shane while they dorm together.
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- English
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- AO3:
- #78183071
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You're all I ever wanted in my life by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-27
When Shane Hollander moves to Boston to be with his longtime boyfriend, he doesn't expect to start developing feelings for his boyfriend's oldest friend and roommate, Ilya Rozanov.
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- #81960711
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can we just go home now by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-24
Marlow knows better than to push. Everyone’s got their own shit, especially on the road. But there’s only so many nights you can wake up to someone falling apart before it stops being something you can ignore.
// Ilya hasn’t seen his mother in over ten years. Lately, he sees her every night.
- Part 3 of hard conversations
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- AO3:
- #81787166
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Back to the egg (it's crimson and gold) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-15
Shane and Ilya once knew each other in what feels like another life. Years later, Shane has transitioned, buried his past and finally embraced his truest self. He comes to McGill to play on the men’s hockey team—only to find his roommate is Ilya Rozanov.
“Sorry—um.” Shane swallowed. “I’m Shane.”
Something passed across Ilya’s face, quick and unreadable. Shane’s pulse spiked, thudding loud in his ears. Did he know? If Ilya recognized him—if something clicked—what would stop him from telling the coaches? What would stop him from telling everyone?
Then Ilya smoothed it away, the moment gone as if it had never existed.“Huh,” he said. “Funny. I used to know a Shane. Pretty girl. Good at hockey.”
Shane’s eyes widened. His mouth went dry. Was Ilya fucking with him?
“Oh—um. I—”
“Relax,” Ilya cut in, lips curling into something almost amused, almost sharp. “You are very pretty, too.”
- Part 1 of Back to the egg (it’s crimson and gold)
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Ilya got up then, walking over to Shane's side of the lounge so he could nestle his hand into the boy's dark hair, for the sake of eye-contact. "Ah, I hear you are great at giving interviews but I don't believe it. No, cannot be true. Sweet Canadian boy only has a tongue for his boyfriend, hm. Is that what it is?" Shane flushed at the condescending choice of words, eyes watering as he looked directly into Ilya's wolfish expression. "I don't, didn't mean it," he tried, head slumping forward to land on Ilya's shoulder as he grew steadily hard under his sweatpants. "Oh, so you ar e too fucking stupid to say what you mean, I get it," Ilya plastered a grin as he added, "Is my baby too slow to use his words? Or is the great Shane Hollander just dumb hockey player?" Ilya cooed, tightening his grip as he stuck his thumb into Shane's pliant mouth. "I think I will have to do the talking for both of us, tell the press you can only take my dick now. Is all you're good for." Or, the dumbification of Shane Hollander.
- Part 1 of raniza’s hollanov au’s!
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“Fuck you Rozanov.” He smirks. Even in the dark, Shane can feel it. The way his mouth quirks up and his eyes widen. “If you ask nicely.” or shane hollander and ilya rozanov are roommates in college who hate each other. until they don’t. ft. reddit, letterboxd, RA scott hunter, tuna melts and late nights.
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Ilya is fairly certain that you don’t accidentally walk in on your roommate half naked this often. Shane, for his part, seems completely uninterested in correcting that assumption. The semester has only just started and Rozanov has lost count of how many times hes walked in on Hollander getting dressed in their dorm room. Its becoming a bit of a problem. "Stop making this habit, Hollander," he groans and raises his hand to his eyes. But he allows himself a small gap between his fingers to get a look without his roommate noticing. Across the room, Hollander stands in a white towel and is frantically pushing clothes around on his bed to presumably find something to wear. He shifts and leans awkwardly, his towel opening to reveal a long stretch of muscled leg and the curve of Hollanders ass. "I swear, Im not," he says defensively. "You just have terrible timing." "Change in washroom. Like others," Rozanov mumbles. And he peeks again despite himself but immediately regrets it and snaps his fingers closed when he catches a quick glimpse of the dark hair between Hollander's thighs and the length of his soft cock. Feeling like being an asshole, and also maybe hoping to see more, Rozanov drops his hand and gives Hollander a once over. Hes blushing now and piling a shirt and pair of trousers into his arms. "You could just knock, like a normal person." "Is my room too, Hollander," he says, temper rising at the notion. "I know that, but still. Ease up, eh?" "Easel up, eh?" Rozanov mocks his accent back and makes his way over to his side of the room. Hollander just huffs and with a final survey of his bed, he finds a white pair of socks and makes a beeline for their shared washroom. "I'm going to get dressed in the washroom, now." “Good job, Hollander,” Rozanov calls after him. “Here is gold star for you.” When the sound of water starts in the bathroom, probably Hollander brushing his teeth or shaving his non existent facial hair, Ilya takes off his own hoodie. His fingers dig into the dark green material and he pulls it over his head and tosses it down onto the floor beside his bed. Next he tugs off his shirt, a simple t-shirt, white and featuring a Canadian band he liked as a kid, Billy Talent. Something he listened to a lot on his walkman, enjoying the way the English rolled around in his mind. He rubs his rough hands down the center of his torso, up and down the planes of skin and then he thinks... Maybe, perhaps, Hollander could do with a taste of his own medicine. Rozanov would be lying if he claimed he hadn’t imagined it before. Hollander flustered and pink, probably caught off guard. Hollander looking at him like that. The sight of him in a towel alone is enough to wind something tight and aching in Rozanov’s gut. If Hollander pushed--if he teased-- Preferably beneath him. The bathroom door opens. Hollander steps back into the room, fully dressed now, hair neatly combed. He stops short when he sees Rozanov shirtless on his bed. “Why are you undressed?” Hollander asks. “You just gave me shit about that. Like, two minutes ago.” He smells like mint and coconut and Rozanov hates that he knows that. Rozanov pulls his hand from his abdomen which has by now trailed far lower than he intended, "Is nothing. Leave me alone, Hollander." Brown eyes fall to where Ilyas hips sit in his jeans and he catches onto Hollanders eyes to let him know hes been caught. "Okay," is all he says, and settles into his bed. The next evening, Rozanov waits in their room. He knows that Hollander is supposed to be back from an extra hockey practise shortly. And he also knows that he'll be filled with adrenaline, his hair and skin damp with sweat. Thinking about it has him half hard in his trousers already. Eagerly, he shimmies out of them until theyre pooled around his ankles and he unbuttons his shirt with trembling fingers. The shirt finds its way to the floor. In only his white boxers and socks, he sits up on the edge of his bed. From his nightstand, he takes out a magazine he keeps burried under a pile of nonsense school work.
- Part 7 of heated rivalry: explicit collection
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The heart monitor Ilya is standing next to starts beeping really quickly. “Hey, why is this going crazy? Is this normal? Should I call for the nurse?” Shane giggles, his eyes tearing up. “No, it's not normal. But it's you, so…” He inclines his head and tucks his and Ilya's joined hands somewhere under his ear. “It's my heart, Ilya.” He croaks, his voice painfully scratchy. He points with his other hand at the monitor that is still beeping fairly fast. “It goes crazy because of you.”
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Shane didn’t tell his parents until the lease was already signed. “Oh, by the way,” he said, shoving a spearing of carbonara into his mouth, “the guy I’m rooming with is an alpha.” Yuna was scrolling through Facebook, so it took a moment for her to register what Shane had said. His father, however, furrowed his brows and frowned. “What?” David leaned forward, hand reaching toward his son as if to pull him off a cliff. “Why in the world would you room with an alpha?” Yuna’s eyes darted up. “What?” David repeated, “He just said he’s—” “Rooming with an alpha, yes, I heard.” Yuna unceremoniously dropped her phone on the table. She made a quick scan of the restaurant before speaking, as if worried someone would overhear that her unmated omega son had agreed to live alone with an alpha. Shane loved his parents, he did. He loved having an alpha mother and a beta father, and he knew they adored him back. But it didn’t change the fact that they sometimes let their biases seep through. “That’s not safe, Shane.” ///// Shane meets his scent-kryptonite in the form of Ilya Rozanov.
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- AO3:
- #75581361