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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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I am he that aches with amorous love by RequiemForTheWolves
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-07-26
There was a talent Shane had that Ilya found more impressive than anything he could do on the ice. He could find something you didn’t even know you needed, something exactly right that unknots each piece of a problem with careful precision, and give it to you as if it cost him nothing. It was something Ilya should have been used to after all these years, but it wasn’t. - When Ilya gets sick Shane takes care of him, even if he should be focused on taking care of himself.
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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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take me out to the yard by Tizniz
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-30
“You have been sick.” Ilya says carefully, cautiously, “For a few days.” If Shane didn’t know Ilya as well as he did, he wouldn’t have been able to pick up on the hint of worry and even heartbreak in the Ilya’s level tone. But it had been a decade or so of them knowing each other. Learning each other. Loving each other. And that means Shane picks up on it instantly. He forces his sick-addled body upright, eyelids heavy as he blinks over at Ilya. “I wasn’t, like, purposely keeping it from you.” Ilya’s eyes narrow a fraction, his head tilts at a slight angle, “Are you sure?”
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Carpe Diem: Oh So Guilty (Oh So Loved) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-24
Following an injury during a Montreal–Boston game in 2016, Ilya Rozanov remembers Shane Hollander, and forgets him. For a moment, he does not remember being loved.
So perhaps, it is time that Shane reminds himself, after a decade, to chase his future at a break-neck pace, because Shane is tired of feeling guilty, tired of hiding from the person he never truly wants to hide from.
It won't be so easy, of course, and maybe the path will take them two steps forward and one step back, but they will walk arm in arm, hand in hand, toward their forever.
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ilya is injured in a game, and it is all the motivation shane will ever need to seize the day.
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Ilya should have been scratched before the game against Montreal, but what was a little bronchitis in the face of Boston's legendary rivalry? When he collapsed during a face off, Cliff assumed he was going to be the one nursing his sick friend back to health. Instead, he became party to one of the best kept secrets in Major League Hockey.
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To only ever know the cold by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-12
Svetlana knows about Jane. It's frankly insulting for Ilyusha to think otherwise.
She just never expected to have to call him for help. During the Olympics. In Russia. In the dead of night.
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Or, it's Sochi 2014 and Russia has lost to Latvia. Grigori Rozanov, not yet compromised by illness, punishes his son for shaming the family. When Svetlana finds an injured and emotionally fragile Ilya, she knows she needs somewhere safe for him to recover. And there's only one person in Russia who Sveta trusts with her Ilyusha: Canada's Golden Boy, Shane Hollander.- Part 1 of To know the sun
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party planning by someonenearby (some1_around)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-11
Zane Boodram tries to plan his next barbecue. Ilya Rozanov refuses to let anyone know peace. Shane suffers in silence (mostly). A Centaurs texting fic.
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ILYA
➥i am so weak mr hollander
➥imagine you could have your way with me
➥i could not fight back
➥you could jump on me all you wantSHANE
➥😐
➥Very funny.ILYA
➥give me cpr
➥to my dick
➥to make me healthy againSHANE
➥Is your fever getting worse?ILYA
➥no is just you
➥making me all hot inside
➥burning
➥such a good boyfriend to me, bought me soup
➥does my laundrySHANE
➥You are so easily bribed.
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or: nine months into dating the rich, hot, and protective college student Shane, Ilya gets sick. Shane helps out his boyfriend and his daughter.- Language:
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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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Russians do not blush. Russians do not get sick. Ilya gets concussions. He gets stitches. He skates on cracked ribs and calls it fine. He does not get sick. Which is why, when he wakes up at three in the morning in the middle of June, shaking so hard his teeth knock together, his first instinct is irritation.
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A Little Less Like Lonely (A Little More Like Home) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-02
When Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov arrive in Ottawa, everyone expects the hard part to be hockey.
What they don’t expect is how difficult — and how hopeful — it will be to finally build a life together.
As the Centaurs rebuild, Shane and Ilya navigate new teammates, new expectations, and the unfamiliar challenge of letting their relationship exist outside of stolen moments and long-distance phone calls.
Because it turns out, being on a losing hockey team might be the easy part.
Learning how to have a future together is something else entirely.
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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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Twelve hours, Shane reminds himself. Twelve hours, and then he can come home and sleep for as long as he needs with nobody to disturb him. He can do this. --- Or, Shane gets sick and thinks he can hide it. Ilya sees right through him.
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It's Always Been About You by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-10
Hayden always wondered why Shane was so secretive about his "Boston Lily", but he didn't think much of it. Until Scott Hunter came out. Now, he's beginning to wonder if there's a less heterosexual explanation for his secrecy.
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Ilya plays through a worsening fever, then learns to let Shane take care of him.
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I'm sorry it's so early, but... by thatsunkenship
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-08
Ilya was starting to get nervous. At first he was confused, and then annoyed, and then he just felt sorry for himself. But now… the situation was becoming a bit concerning. Or, Shane is in L.A., and Ilya is in need of some support.
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Ilya's first experience with sickness via an Elementary-aged child, featuring a clingy Ilya, a begrudgingly but very efficiently attentive Shane, and a cameo from their sleepy toddler.
- Part 2 of Cinnamon & Sugar.
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Troy just wants to do well in Ottawa. His body has other plans.
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Shane and Ilya decide to spend their day off at the beach under to hot Ottawa sun. Too much sun and not enough water takes its toll on Shane. Cue worried Ilya.
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