261 – 280 of 498 Works in Canon Compliant
- Canon Compliant ×
-
ilya rozanov's search history by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-05
shane hollander shirtless
shane hollander sweaty
how to flirt with autistic boy
is it okay to ask someone if they’re gay
shane hollander freckles
shane hollander fight with scott hunter all angles
ilya rozanov funniest moments
loon attack survival rate
what is compatible
best flavored lube brand reddit
OR - Hollanov’s story through the years told through the Google search history of Ilya Rozanov
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 648
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77099086
-
“… they said you were playing more like Shane Hollander.” Shane grinned at him. He knew baiting him would work better if he didn’t look smug about it. But he also knew Ilya was hot- headed enough it wouldn’t really matter. Ilya narrowed his eyes. He spied the trap. His words had a little grit to them. “Oh, I cannot make a play without learning from you? I forgot in Russian Hockey we just beat each other to death with sticks.” *** Even though they’re committed now, Shane can’t help riling Ilya about how he's ‘boring' now too.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,249
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77152771
-
“When are you going to invite me to stay?” Shane coughed. “I don’t know. I’ve been pretty busy with, uh… the charity, and the camp, and all the planning. It hasn’t been very relaxing.” It wasn’t a total lie. He had been working on the charity with Ilya and with his mom, and he was keeping pretty busy. It just wasn’t all work that he was busy with. A lot of it was he and Ilya making up for lost time, putting the shower pressure to good use, losing their clothes in every room and making a game out of finding them when it was time to do laundry. They had a score sheet. Shane was winning. Rose seemed to accept that excuse, and she talked for a little bit longer until Shane maneuvered his way off the call. Then, and only then, did he turn to look at Ilya. “Sorry about that,” he said, but Ilya only shrugged. “Is fine.” He put down his glass of water. “You should do it.” Shane was distracted by the way Ilya reached around his waist to pull food out of the pan and put it, still hot, into his mouth. After a beat too long, he asked, “Do what?” “Invite Rose Landry to the cottage,” Ilya said, like it was no big deal. (what it says on the tin)
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 6,133
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77057741
-
Get the fire out from the wire (I'd share a life and you'd share a life) by LoneswaggingRanger
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-04
While Shane is out talking with his mom about his sexuality and her unquestionable acceptance, Ilya and his father are inside having a heart-to-heart of their own. Shane's father is so… nice. Easy, kind. Not constantly demanding that Ilya performs more, provides more, gives more, wins more, more, more, more— "So, uh." Shane's father cuts through the fog of Ilya's thoughts. "How do you feel about all of this?" What sort of question was that? "Uh, good, I guess." Ilya shrugs, before remembering that David's son is probably out there having a panic attack with his crying wife.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,546
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77082031
-
The Elevator by Lexi_Leckstar
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-01-04
Yuna shot up. “The elevator!” she screamed in horror. “What?” David shuffled on the bed next to her, fumbling for his glasses on the nightstand. “Are you okay?” “He was there. In the elevator, when—” She broke off, startled by the sudden crash when David knocked over the clock from the nightstand, the sound of the shattering glass echoing loudly through their bedroom. Yuna wakes up the night after Shane and Ilya came out to them.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,596
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77068311
-
Home is Wherever I'm With You by miss_begonia
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-04
"You know," Ilya says, "when we have a house together, I want those curtains with lace on the bottom. Like grandmothers have." "Are you trying to kill my boner?" Shane says. Ilya helps him out of his jeans, his hands immediately going to Shane's hips and pulling him down the bed. He gets Shane where he wants him and sinks to his knees, his mouth finding the soft skin of his inner thighs. "F-fuck," Shane says. "We will get sheets that are not navy blue," Ilya says, licking along the curve of his hip bone. "And maybe higher thread count because my baby is sensitive." "I hate you," Shane says, his breath hitching when Ilya bites him on the thigh, light but still a pinch. "How do you feel about air fryers?" Ilya asks. "I want one, I think." Or: Ilya and Shane go shopping for home decor.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,156
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77102336
-
Shane picks up a hobby one off-season, he claims it isn't a thing, but it slowly turns into one. Ilya lets him navigate how it makes him feel on his own, but he's always there, steady and warm. Post The Long Game, spoilers for Ilya/Shane's relationship if you care about that. That's the only spoiler.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 10,227
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77098881
-
Sometimes they’re curled up on the bed together afterwards and Shane runs his hands up and down Ilya’s body, rhythmic and smooth, touching just to touch. Ilya is stunning in the literal sense of the word: Shane is paralyzed by him, struck dumb. Desire may never be a problem here, but understanding is: Ilya feels distant and incomprehensible to Shane. — A cross-section of Shane Hollander’s sex life.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 14,058
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77101141
-
Ilya and Shane play together in the All Stars Game - then they have sex. AKA I understand why Jacob didn't want sex in Episode 5 but I did, so it's here. Yay! Takes place after the game but before all of the confessions. Don't worry too much about the logistics. Ilya has imagined this, of course. It’s something he won’t ever admit to Shane, but he’s thought of it over and over again. The two of them, playing together. What it would be like, how it might work. He knows what they’re like when they fuck - a wordless knowledge of each other that requires very little in the way of conversation, though neither of them are ever inclined to be quiet. Hockey is different to fucking, but not by much. Ilya knows how Shane plays, down to the skates he wears and how tight he keeps his helmet. But there’s no knowing until they’re on the ice together - and from the moment the puck drops it’s euphoric, all of it. The rest of the team might as well not be there for all that Ilya gives a shit. His attention is on Shane, on getting the puck to his stick, on taking it back when Shane needs it, on getting them to the goal again and again and again. The score is ridiculous, even for a game that is more fun than it is anything else. Ilya spreads his affection across the team, aware of how it would look if he kept coming back to Shane, but he knows how the headlines will look, what all the hockey podcasts will be talking about. The two of them, Hollander and Rozanov and the electricity between them on the ice. No team could ever afford to have them both, and Ilya knows it would be a bad idea, but it’s worth fantasising about, isn’t it? It’s in that post game haze that Ilya is more rash than he has any right to be and books a hotel. One a little further out, but with a big bed and good room service. He texts the name and the room number to Shane without any other details, and watches his eyebrows raise across the massive dinner table where their team has gathered for a post-game celebration. He aches with anticipation, the thrill of the game still sitting under his skin, and he’s one of the first to leave, much to the apparent surprise of the players who don’t know him, and the knowing grins of those who do. “Fuck, Rozy, you got a girl lined up already?” “No fucking way man, we’ve been here less than two days!” “Nah, that motherfucker has one in every city I swear -” Ilya doesn’t answer any of it, just grins, shows the table his favourite finger, and makes his way out. He doesn’t look at Shane, doesn’t try to see if he’s following. He will, of course he will. He always does. So Ilya gets a taxi and checks in to the hotel, makes his way up to the room. It’s a nice room, good view - Ilya doesn’t give a shit about any of that. He pulls off his jacket, slinging it onto the chair that reminds Ilya of another night and another fuck in a much fancier hotel room, and he waits. It’s less than half an hour before the knock comes, and Ilya pulls the door open, meaning to pull Shane in after him. But Shane, it seems, is just as eager. The door’s barely closed before they’re on each other, kissing with a level of desperation that they haven’t in a long time. Ilya manages to get his hand up to protect Shane’s head as they hit the wall, and that gives him the perfect leverage to twist his fingers into the dark strands, pull Shane’s face back a little. He already looks fucked out, his lips parted and his face flushed, those fucking freckles looking perfect on his cheeks. “Fuck, Shane, look at you,” there’s still a thrill that comes with using Shane’s first name, and if the way Shane shudders is any indication, he feels it too. “You felt on the ice, yes? Never played with someone that fucking good before, hm?” “Shut the fuck up,” Shane pushes forwards to kiss Ilya again, and then they’re fumbling to get at each other’s belts, kicking out of their clothes in a frenzied stumble towards the bed. Shane falls onto his back and Ilya crawls over him, feeling like a predator. He wants to devour Shane, wants to taste him and crawl inside his bones, wants to know what it feels like in there. For now, he pulls one of Shane’s legs up until it’s practically on Ilya’s shoulder and fists his cock, rough and demanding. Shane lets out a strangled noise, trying to fuck into Ilya’s fist and arch away all at once, and Ilya grins, animalistic. “Be good boy, Hollander, and maybe I fuck you,” they both know that’s where this is going, but that’s not the point. Shane forces his eyes open and Ilya is watching him, still working at his cock. He doesn’t keep it up long, not after Shane says, “Please, please want to come with you -” in this breathy voice that Ilya can’t say no to. He fumbles away for a moment, coming back with the lube that was in his pocket (“You had that with you during dinner?”) and starts in on prepping Shane. He’s always so vocal, like this, whimpering at the push and pull of Ilya’s fingers - one, then two, then a third because he’s feeling generous about it. By the time Ilya’s got a condom on and he’s rolling his hips to push in to Shane, he feels halfway out of his mind. It’s so much, so overwhelming, that for a long moment he just stays there, flush against Shane, holding him up off the bed. Then Shane looks at him, eyes wet and wanting, and Ilya loses all sense of self. The headboard makes contact with the wall and Ilya couldn’t give less of a fuck, driving into Shane like a man possessed, slapping Shane’s hand away from his own dick. No, he wants Shane to come just like this, on his cock, panting and needy with it. He wants to drink up those noises, the ah-ah-ah that comes rhythmically with Ilya’s thrusts. And he can feel it, in the bottom of his stomach, the desperate curl of it. Ilya wishes they were fucking raw, wishes he could feel all of Shane. For now, he settles with leaning over the bed. The pressure forces Shane to bend, and suddenly Ilya is impossibly deep. Shane all but screams Ilya’s name, head thrown back, and his cock jerks, coating his stomach, almost up to his chest. Ilya is mesmerised by the sight of it, and doesn’t last more than two thrusts before he’s shaking, coming as deep as he can, imagining for a moment that when he pulls out he’ll see the evidence of it leaking out of Shane’s hole. He doesn’t, of course. He pulls back, almost trembling, and there’s nothing but the slick of lube. Ilya ties off the condom, tosses it towards the trash. Means to go and get a washcloth, but – but it’s all there, painted over Shane’s body, and Ilya feels greedy. He leans over Shane’s body, ignoring his quiet, fucked out little, “Ilya -” as he drags his tongue up Shane’s stomach, tasting him there.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,542
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77036521
-
Ilya falls in love with Shane’s hockey, first. Everything complicated comes later.
(A non-chronological timeline of Ilya Rozanov, falling in love with hockey and with life and with Shane Hollander.)
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 10,551
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77022201
-
Anesthesia is a Blessing by cyrenae
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
“Wow… who is that handsome guy? Another nurse?” Shane giggled. “Hi handsome!” Ilya had to try everything in his power not to lose it. Thank god Yuna was filming this. This moment had to be treasured one way or another, and he was already looking forward to the moment Shane would see this once the anesthesia wore off. “Not a nurse. Your husband of 3 years, Ilya.” “Husband??” Shane almost got up excitingly, which led to the nurse having to calm him down a bit. “Oh my god nurse, I hit the jackpot! Look how handsome my husband is!”. Or: Shane gets in an accident on the ice and goes under for surgery. Ilya is absolutely unprepared once he wakes up.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,853
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77030506
-
Four times Ilya Rozanov denies himself Shane Hollander, and the one time he finally crumbles.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,275
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76988616
-
I Follow You, Even Into Your Dreams by Buyurei
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
Shane’s body seems to sway, and his dick finds friction against Ilya’s body. Then, what Ilya can only describe as a miracle. Shane exhales, and speaks in his sleep. “Suhz, uhz… Anov…” Shane inhales deeply, and says “Ozanov… Nnng…” on the exhale. He whines through it. Ilya freezes. He can’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. Shane says Ilya’s name in his sleep. Ilya can't resist.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,102
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76926206
-
Rozanov pulls away, tugging at Shane’s bottom lip with his teeth as he does so, fingers toying with Shane’s hair. “It is because I am too lazy,” he says. “Unable to sate you.” The word ricochets between them – there it is again – Lazy. _________ Or five times Ilya calls himself lazy, and one time Shane finally calls him out on it.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 5,612
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76995601
-
it's after the after. after the sunset, back at the cottage, the comedown. a quiet conversation in the warm tub, night buzzing in through the open window. some ideas about the future. about what it's like to have one at all.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,894
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #77029656
-
When Shane lets himself think about what it might be like at All Stars, there's a blurry gap where he's standing. Ilya will be wearing something stylish and sexy — probably a shiny shirt that makes Shane want to grab him and never let go. There's nothing Shane owns that fits in that category. But Reebok and Rolex have both had him work with stylists for appearances in the past. He pulls up the photos of those events, and flips through the photos. He sends them to Rose. Which of these is better? She replies to the Rolex photo with six exclamation marks. Shane Hollander's five rules of how to not look gay (and how he breaks them for Ilya Rozanov) + one time he doesn't have to.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 8,166
- Chapters:
- 6/6
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #76273881
-
just a boy and his squash by dressedupliketheking
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-02
Yuna remembers the elevator incident "the summer before" rookie season. She decides to send a thank you gift to whoever the bright spark was at CCM who suggested Shane and Ilya should do a joint shoot. This is what happens when she tells the boys her plan.
- Part 2 of all the things they (finally) said
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 3,044
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76897216
-
Ilya walked in through the bathroom door that Shane had left open. He was still wearing his swimsuit. Shane’s eyes automatically fell to the indents in his hips and the dark hair on his stomach. Shane thought he could maybe see an outline of his flaccid cock in his black trunks. He could imagine it, at least. Or A moment in time of Ilya and Shane enjoying themselves at the cottage. After swimming in the lake, Shane jumped in the shower to get all the scum off him. He generally preferred to stay on dry land, but one thing had led to another when Ilya had dared him to jump in. He had already finished, but stayed in to enjoy the hot water on his muscles. His water pressure was fantastic. Ilya walked in through the bathroom door that Shane had left open. He was still wearing his swimsuit. Shane’s eyes automatically fell to the indents in his hips and the dark hair on his stomach. Shane thought he could maybe see an outline of his flaccid cock in his black trunks. He could imagine it, at least. “We could share the shower, yes?” Ilya said, putting his thumbs in the waistband of his swimsuit and pulling down to take a piss. Oh, Shane thought idly, he had been mistaken about the folds. Shane was almost too distracted to notice the heap of damp swimwear Ilya left on the tile floor. His brain caught up with him after a second, “Sure, of course.” Shane liked showering with Ilya. However, “Didn’t you say you didn’t need to shower?” “No, I said you need to shower. You keep thinking about it.” Ilya slid open the door and stepped inside. Shane dragged his eyes up to Ilya’s face for the first time since he’d come inside the bathroom to find a familiar amusement in his eyes. “Is distracting.” Shane waited impatiently for Ilya to come closer. He was already mostly hard, but didn’t want to touch his own dick. Ilya stepped fully into the shower, walked into the curtain of water, and crowded him against the back wall like Shane hoped he would. Part of Shane wanted Ilya to flip him, press his face into the tiles and fuck him. The smarter part of him knew he’d actually enjoy that more outside the water and in a bed or over the bathroom counter or on the floor in the living room. Ilya pressed their foreheads together, grabbed his ass with one hand and his jaw with the other, long fingers wrapped around the back of Shane’s neck. Shane pulled their faces together and they were both smiling as they kissed. They’d showered together several times over the years, but eating lunch, hanging out in the lake, and being able to casually walk in on each other in the bathroom? It filled Shane with some indiscernible yet overwhelming emotion. As they fit together, Shane could feel Ilya finally getting hard. His hips jerked into Ilya’s thoughtlessly. God, Shane wanted to suck his cock, had wanted to suck his cock since he imagined it in Ilya’s clothing folds. Ilya used the hand on his jaw to tilt his chin upwards into the kiss. He squeezed his ass and gave it a tap with his open hand; Shane barely had time to process the sting before Ilya was squeezing again. Shane made a high pitched sound in the back of his throat. Ilya laughed into the kiss, moving his hand to the back of Shane’s head to shield it before pushing him fully against the tile. Shane felt the cold press of the granite tiles that he’d personally picked out from his shoulders down to his ass. Shane gripped Ilya’s shoulders, unsatisfied with the uncomfortable friction he was getting as he rubbed against Ilya’s abs. Ilya was the one who broke the kiss, pulling Shane’s hair a little. Their foreheads came together again as they caught their breath and Ilya took the opportunity to grope his chest, thumb kneading under his nipple. Ilya’s eyes were almost grey in the dim lighting of the shower, somehow looking so different from their usual blue color in his bright cottage. Shane wanted to look in those eyes as Ilya fucked him. Or at very least if Ilya could bend him over, fuck him, and then turn him back around so he could look into them while Ilya came inside him. Ilya seemed to understand the kind of mood Shane was in because he just said, “On your knees.” Shane didn’t really need any encouragement, but he liked hearing Ilya say it. He went down, braced himself on Ilya’s thigh with one hand and reached up to feel Ilya’s large pecs with the other before he ran his hand over his waist, abs, and down to his hips. Ilya’s body was incredible, but it was hard to appreciate it like it deserved when his dick was right there. He swallowed Ilya down a little too fast; he forgot about the water making it harder to breath and choked. He coughed a little, moved his face away from the stream of water for air for a moment before he went back to it. He was pulled away by Ilya tugging on his hair. He looked up in betrayal. He couldn’t really see Ilya’s face through the water, so he refocused on Ilya’s hard cock. Shane pulled forward against Ilya’s grip to mouth at his shaft. Ilya adjusted his grip and pulled Shane back again, harder. Shane whined. “One minute!” Ilya sounded breathless. “Move out of water.” Ilya seemed to want to pull Shane up to reposition them, but once he understood what Ilya wanted, Shane brushed him off. He pushed lightly at Ilya’s thighs to get him to step backwards as Shane followed, crawling on the floor. He heard Ilya softly swear and hurried to get him back in his mouth. Once they were safely out of the spray, Shane repositioned to prove he really could swallow him straight down. It wasn’t as easy as when he was horizontal, but he liked that sometimes too. Shane moved up and down quickly, the wet noises he was making and Ilya’s twitching hips turning him on more. Ilya had his hands on the back of his head and was applying some pressure, but Shane set a quicker pace. Ilya groaned his name and Shane couldn’t help but start touching himself. They had blown each other in the morning before lunch, so he wasn’t that worried about coming fast or, more importantly, Ilya coming too fast. He could taste the salt of Ilya’s precum and pulled up so he could kiss his way down the shaft to his balls. Shane kept a hand on his shaft, jerking him off slowly while he took Ilya’s balls into his mouth. He spent time on them and was rewarded, “Good boy. Good job. Here.”
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,489
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76895356
-
listen how the heart beats by 5ambreakdown
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-02
“He’s good, Mama,” Ilya thinks, not for the first time. “He’s good. Like you.” --- or, the morning after confessing their love, ilya takes a moment for himself and his mother by the lake.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,601
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76913591
-
The Weight of the Quiet by DamnSterek
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-02
WARNING: the Long Game spoilers WARNING: Depression and (passive) suicidal themes Ilya navigates grief, isolation, and the weight of holding himself together, until he learns to let himself be supported when he can’t hold everything together alone.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,878
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76900701