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bleach for eyeballs(people ship ilya & scott hunter. ilya has a breakdown about it)
- Part 2 of hr: online edn
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,978
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #80518311
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they got no idea (about me and you) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-02
“What if we just stop hiding? We don’t have to make a huge deal about it — no big press conference or interview or anything — we can just start being ourselves. Let the public figure it out for themselves.” Shane shrugs. “We don’t owe them an explanation for what we do off the ice. I don’t want to come out for other people; I want to come out for me, and I feel like a big announcement would make everyone want us to answer their questions all at once, and I don’t want that. Whatever the public knows about our relationship… it should be on our terms, not cause some interviewer asked us a question and we felt pressured to answer.”
“So… like a soft launch?” asks Yuna. “I could get behind that.”
Shane nods.
“Okay.” Ilya puts his hand on top of Shane’s. “Let’s soft launch.”
Or Shane and Ilya decide to soft launch their relationship.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,156
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #80481051
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Ilya knows the superstitions about the Stanley Cup.
Knows not to touch it till he's WON it, knows how many teeth its chipped, how the keeper will only wear white gloves, and he knows that everyone who wins it, touches it, hoists it over their heads... swears it's like magic.
But Ilya knows the truth. Its not like magic.
It is.- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 10,810
- Chapters:
- 8/8
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #80068371
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Shane Hollander is hockey's hottest young thing, and everyone wants a bite of that.
Its just Shane doesn't seem to notice. Ever.- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,422
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #80516216
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All I Want is Only You by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-28
At 19, the rising NHL star Ilya Rozanov got injured and had to quit hockey forever. He became a pornstar instead.
Fate still let him meet Shane Hollander, the world's most famous hockey player.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 38,543
- Chapters:
- 25/25
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76185661
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you, as my weakest point. by hcneymooners (romqntics)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-26
Ilya was looking away from the garden, away from their daughter, and at him. It was his full, unmediated attention that Shane had spent years learning to receive without deflecting, which he had never mastered and probably never would. It was a great deal of attention. It had always been. [...] "She is like you," Ilya said, into his hair. "In here." Shane felt, rather than saw, the gesture—Ilya pressing a hand briefly to his own chest. "The way you were." "I wasn't—" "Да, детка.You were." Shane huffed out a breath, and Ilya squeezed the side of his stomach with amused affection. “When I was trying to find you, you were just like this: present and also somewhere very far away, so careful with everything, and impossible to reach unless you wanted to be." A pause. "It took time. You needed time, a lot of it, and I had to trust that. And eventually, I found you.” His voice lowered, guttural. "And I will always find you." ⋆ ilya, shane, & their middle daughter—as seen by each other.
- Language:
- English
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- 16,834
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #80303681
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i'll drive you home (you drive me crazy) by yrsaffectionately
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-25
lily@shanehollanderstop hi my name is hayden pike and i have been stealing all the condoms in the olympic village and selling them for double the original price so i can make up for the money i don’t get in my slop salary with my bum team @TheMontrealVoyageurs 💬 1.5K 🔄 47.7K ❤ 763.2K or Competing in the Olympic games doesn't stop Ilya from terrorizing stan Twitter
- Part 4 of hollanov social media fics
- Language:
- English
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- 10,526
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #80255801
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Rozanov wanted to hurt himself, or tried to hurt himself, or did hurt himself. Acknowledging the idea feels like staring directly at the sun. If Shane lets the thought settle, it’ll burn its way through every other thought he has.
Rozanov is catching a pillow that Sveta throws at him and smiling. He told Shane that therapy is working. He’s here. He’s fine.
Shane takes careful breaths and taps his right thumb to his fingers one by one as he sets aside that confusion and terror. Rozanov did not invite him here to freak out, so Shane’s not going to freak out.
Or: The summer after he wins the Cup for Boston, Ilya almost dies. Shane tries to cope.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 13,773
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #80214556
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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
- Language:
- English
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- 5,579
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #80197161
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Shane wakes up one morning in the cottage where he spends his summers with his husband. Except his husband isn't there, and everything is wrong.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 37,213
- Chapters:
- 10/10
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #78924371
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twenty stitches in a hospital room by hollidayparty
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-22
Ilya was only a few strides behind Shane on the ice. He clocked the angle before the hit even landed; Marlow coming in too hot, too fast, shoulder high. Shane turned and slowed at the wrong moment, skates clipping, balance gone. Impact. The sound carried oddly through the arena, duller than boards, sharper than ice. Shane went down hard, helmet skidding, body twisting. And then it all happened at once. Skates tangled. Marlow stumbled over him as he fell, too. A skate’s blade flashed too close, too sharp. -------------------------------- Shane's injuries during the Boston/Montreal game are much more life-threatening than in canon. Ilya's quick thinking and bone-deep instincts are the only reason he survives.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 20,203
- Chapters:
- 10/10
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76990161
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Shane is convinced that Ilya Rozanov—captain of the Boston Bears and Shane’s newest student—hates him.
Ilya joined Shane's yoga class specifically to get closer to the hot instructor, but every attempt at flirting only seems to make things worse.
Neither of them has any idea the other is completely in love with them.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 31,150
- Chapters:
- 8/8
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #78314041
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Shane swallowed hard, tears still slipping down his face, but he managed another breath. Then another. Each one shaky. Each one fragile. But they were coming. Ilya kept his hand steady against his back, the other still lightly holding his forearm. “You’re okay,” he repeated quietly. “I’m right here.” Shane’s voice came out broken and small. “I'm sorry. I couldn’t- I tried- I needed-” His words dissolved into another shaky inhale, frustration and shame mixing with the remnants of panic. Ilya didn’t press him to explain. He knew Shane’s mind was still tangled in whatever storm had triggered this. Right now, breathing mattered more than understanding. “You don’t have to say anything,” he said softly. “Just breathe.” --- The pressure gets to Shane and he has an anxiety attack mid-game.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 6,187
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79927841
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“Ilya,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “I don’t feel right.” The hand doesn’t pull away. Instead, it slides lower. Shane stiffens as fingers trace down his spine, lingering too long, dipping beneath the hem of his shirt. Skin-on-skin contact sends a jolt through him, not pleasure, not comfort, but something sharp and wrong. His breath catches. Then the hand grips him. Firmly. Possessive. Fingers digging into his ass through his jeans. Shane jerks slightly, confusion slicing through the fog. His heart stutters, a hard, uneven beat that makes his chest ache. That’s… not- *** Someone puts something in Shane’s drink. Ilya is not happy.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 8,944
- Chapters:
- 3/3
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #78669441
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but the fighter still remains by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-20
"He hates me." It was Rozanov's only reply, frail and desperate and entirely unbelieving. Scott couldn't help but scoff.
"No he doesn't." Rozanov kept his steely gaze trained on the ground, making a few attempts to speak before words actually found him.
"That is what he said?" His shaky words were a timid mix of devastated and hopeful, and Scott found himself fighting back watering eyes of his own.
"More than once." Scott confirmed. "Something tells me that you don't hate him, either." With that, the dam broke.
or:
Scott's still looking for his hotel room after talking to Shane Hollander. He finds Ilya Rozanov, instead.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 5,708
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79900706
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a moonbeam in your hand by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-19
"We have newest member of the team with us today, as you all have seen.”
Shane glanced up again, watching as the captain gestured vaguely toward Shane without looking at him. “Shane Hollander.” The name came out of his mouth like it was laced with poison.
Shane became very aware of many eyes turning to him now. He felt a few claps on the back and tried to force a tight smile. But his eyes wandered back up to Ilya Rozanov, who was looking at him with so much quiet contempt, that Shane started to understand the phrase ‘if looks could kill.’
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OR: Ilya spirals into a deep depression when Shane breaks things off with him definitively after a horrifying run in with their feelings (and tuna melts).
They go no contact for close to a year until Shane is unexpectedly traded to Boston the following season.
Shane finds his new captain is a version of Ilya he's never seen before: dark, icy, and distant.
But their newfound proximity mixed with old feelings creates a complicated dynamic that they can't ignore forever.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 38,313
- Chapters:
- 18/18
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #78494131
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Ilya knew he had fucked up the moment he'd said it. But he hadn't been able to help it.
He had known earlier that day when he had double checked his refrigerator to make sure the Canada Dry ginger ale he had bought the day before hadn't sprouted wings and flown away. And he had known when he had researched easy recipes of things he could make that fit Hollander's strict performance diet earlier that week that they were playing a dangerous game.
The two of them were Rozanov and Hollander, and that was all they could ever be. Ilya knew that. They were Hollander and Rozanov to the public, to the media, to their teammates, to their coaches, and they were supposed to be that to each other as well.
But Ilya had called him Shane. And then Shane had left.
Or:
What if after the tuna melt scene when Shane runs, Ilya is the one who gets a public girlfriend. They say every action has an equal an opposite reaction... or in this case, maybe an overreaction.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 69,731
- Chapters:
- 24/24
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #78045606
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Ilya: You respect my opinion as your captain, yes? Luca: Of course Ilya: My opinion is you should let this man rail you Shane: You can’t use your status as captain to make Luca have gay sex Ilya: Then what is the point of being captain?! Or: In their many, many group chats, the Centaurs guide (and embarrass) Luca through the crush he's hellbent on denying. (This is a prequel of when Luca and Archie first met/started dating. It can be read as a standalone)
- Part 6 of the secret society of stick handlers
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 11,324
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #79713971
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I tried to hide the feeling (but it just won't go away) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-18
"The league wants me to hate him. The fucking press wants me to hate him. My parents... I mean they do hate him." Shane stopped to take a few deep breaths, like he was trying to prepare himself for something.
"Hollander, you really don't have to tell me this-" Scott's frantic words were to no avail.
"I did hate him. Or like... at least I used to. I thought I did. Thought maybe that was why I couldn't stop looking at him, cause I hated him." He laughed once. A choppy, wet laugh that wasn't very funny at all. "I did hate him. But then he kissed me."
or:
Scott Hunter goes looking for his hotel room. He finds a drunk Shane Hollander, instead.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,259
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79768126
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learn (my) language of love like you know what it means by Anonymous
Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-02-17
"As if it could be a sacrifice, to learn to know the man he loves better. "
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Shane Hollander's journey to learning Russian for Ilya Rozanov.- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 3,908
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79717681