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Come Back (I Still Need You) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-13
After the miracle recovery, Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander are back together. One day, Shane gets a phonecall from Ilya's doctor. She asks Shane to come in immediately, alone. He is scared shitless.
Turns out, there is no need to be because Captain Rozanov is clearly back in the game. And he can skate again.
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This is a part of my on-going "Hold On (I Still Want You)" series and cannot really be read as stand-alone, therefore I strongly recommend getting the context from the first fic!
- Part 2 of Hold On (I Still Want You)
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- English
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- 1/1
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beneath the surface by hollanderheaven (DivinelyDevyn)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-01-13
“ a promise you’ll stay / and i start to believe . “ or Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander make their late-night TV debut together.
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- AO3:
- #77596296
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Set during the Sochi Olympics. A misunderstanding fuels jealousy, walls come down, and something unspoken finally surfaces.
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- #77612981
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Rose glances off to the side with her lips pressed into a thin line. “I’m not sure. I thought I would be, but I don’t know. I mean…” She looks back at him, head tilted. “You didn’t go into this knowing it wasn’t for you, right?” “No, of course not,” he says. This time it comes out immediately because it’s the truth. Never had he planned on intentionally hurting her. Rose, who had only ever been kind, gentle, and understanding with him. Even now, she’s breaking up with him because he can’t find it in him to be there for her. Because she doesn’t call him “Hollander” with a dumb Russian accent or tease him before games or whisper hotel room numbers to him on the ice. Because he’s Shane and she’s not Ilya fucking Rozanov. episode 4, but if shane texted ilya after his dinner with rose.
- Part 1 of garden life
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- 2/2
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- #77306366
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‘What are you doing?’ Shane asked but Ilya spoke over him. ‘I want to fuck you.’ Shane rolled his eyes. ‘You can fuck me at home, not in the changing rooms.’ ‘No, not in the changing room.’ Ilya pointed down to the ice beneath them. ‘Right here.’ Shane balked. His eyes widened in shock. Or: They have sex on the ice rink.
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- AO3:
- #77540886
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i could give you all the olive trees by jinjjiri
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-12
Ilya could kiss Shane's stylist and his whole glam team on the mouth for whatever they have done for Shane, but he'll stick to actually kissing Shane instead. Or Ilya malfunctions when faced with Shane in Armani silk shirts, a set of Bulgari, and Loubutins.
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- English
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77570291
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Is it Casual Now? by DeletiaClementine
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-12
What happens if Ilya Rozanov doesn’t talk to Shane Hollander for more than a year? Or, Shane Hollander has a hoe phase
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- AO3:
- #77552816
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A squawk, followed by an incensed, “Jesus! It’s Hayden! Hayden Pike! Shane’s best friend? A guy you’ve played against for years?” Oh. This is… not good. Ilya very slowly lowers himself down on the bed, spine straight. “Why are you calling?” Pike huffs. “Trust me, I don’t want to be.” “Okay, then, why? How do you know… Lily?” A beat. Then, “You’re Lily.” Protectiveness rears its ugly head. Severely, Ilya declares, “This is none of your fucking concern.” “He’s asking for you.” OR: when Shane gets hurt on the ice, Hayden Pike reaches out to Boston Lily.
- Part 5 of ejo + hr
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77556876
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Ilya pads out of the bedroom, poking his head around the corner. Shane is attempting to take off one of his shoes, balanced on one of his feet and his hand braced on the wall. He still seems to be losing the battle, and Ilya realizes some things in quick succession: Something is wrong with Shane. Shane is giggling as he fails to take off a shoe. Therefore—Shane is drunk. Ilya grins. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Shane comes home drunk. Ilya loves him.
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- #77471061
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“I do sometimes still think about how my life would have been if I never got injured,” Shane started to whisper. Ilya looked at him, he was focused on the ceiling. He grabbed his hand and placed it over his own chest. “But, you know, I’m glad that it led me here. To you,” the fondness that laced his tone opened Ilya in half. Ilya laid on his side, so he could contemplate him better. The sigh of Shane naked, only with the light sheet covering little of his modesty had something divine about it. “Maybe we could have met either way.” AU where neither of them play professional hockey but they make their way to each other eventually (Kids' coach shane and uncle ilya fall in love one practice at a time -and gay bar flirting-)
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PopCrave @PopCrave Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander set to battle it out AGAIN for the #1 spot on this week's Apple Music Charts. [Attached are two photos from their latest concerts. Ilya is dripping in sweat, microphone in hand and a cheeky, toothy grin on his face. Hands are reaching up from the audience to worship him like they’re in gospel. Shane’s stage is swamped in a deep blue light, it’s just him with a bass guitar on stage. His eyes are closed and the crowd has their flashlights pointed towards him.] or Shane and Ilya are rival popstars coming through the ranks. People online are just a little obsessed with them.
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- 1/1
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- AO3:
- #77479966
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At his breaking point, Shane expects abandonment. What he gets instead is Ilya in a helmet, choosing communication over silence.
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- #77477351
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Ilya wants to know if Shane would still love him if he were a worm. A question that requires a lot of consideration. --- 'Yes, I would love you if you were a worm,' Shane lied and stroked Ilya's hair softly. He leaned down closer, 'I'd love you even if you were a better hockey player than me.' It was a sign of Ilya's state of consciousness that he didn't rise to this bait, only shifted his head and pushed his lips out to plant a kiss on Shane's thigh. He sighed contentedly, snuggling into Shane and back into a deep sleep.
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- #77485826
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They lie in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the steady and slow beating of Shane’s heart on the monitor. He’s perfectly content to just bask in Ilya’s presence and form until the doctor comes back, but eventually, he can feel Ilya staring at him. So he opens his eyes and sees an expectant look on his husband’s face.
“What?” Shane questions.
“Are we going to talk about it?”
Shane’s brows draw down in confusion. “Talk about what?”
A mischievous grin splits Ilya’s face. “That I am your emergency contact.”
“Oh, my god,” Shane groans. “You are not going to make this a thing. It’s not a big deal.”
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Or, hockey injuries are temporary. But having Ilya Rozanov as your emergency contact is forever.
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- AO3:
- #77523141
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When Ilya has a horrific accident on the ice, Shane snaps into action before his heart has even begin to piece together why.
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The video JJ sent was just captioned oh shit. It jumped straight to a corner battle—Boston’d had a home game against the Nomads last night. Shane had only caught the score, exhausted after his own game, but now dread pooled in his stomach. What did oh shit mean? He could see Rozanov racing after a loose puck and then a Nomad defender came in from the side with a shoulder check. Rozanov caught an edge and pitched forward just as the defender caught Rozanov at the wrong angle, sending him head first into the boards.
Shane made a high, frightened noise he’d never heard from himself before.
- Language:
- English
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- 4/5
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- AO3:
- #75890266
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After a mix-up leaves Hayden with the wrong phone for three days, he ends up learning more about Ilya Rozanov and his secret girlfriend, Jane.
Another Hayden-Finds-Out, because we can't have too many.
*now with the extra continuing Hayden-Rozanov friendship text threads*
- Part 1 of Haydenov Phone Swap
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- English
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- 4/4
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- 7 versions
- AO3:
- #77323121
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Karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me by mickeysmyheart
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-10
After two games lost because of Ilya's antics, Shane decides to torture him via his appearance on The Tonight Show while Ilya is back home in Ottawa.
- Part 7 of In a world post TLG
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- English
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77405626
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give me your hurt if you need someone to blame by iittaliia
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-10
”What the fuck were you thinking putting me down as your emergency contact?” ”What?” Ilya blinked, the sudden change in atmosphere clearly having caught him off guard. ”That I want you here?” he said like it was obvious, like that would be reason enough to put everything they were and everything they had at risk. // Or, Shane thinks that being an emergency contact is an emergency.
- Language:
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- #77452221
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As she watched Rozanov skate half circles around Shane's unconscious body in the unnatural quiet of the Boston arena, Jackie Pike's heart raced. Her whole body shook as her brain struggled to make sense of what was happening. A few moments later, she recognized the Russian's expression. She'd seen it on the faces of other WAGs when their men went down hard. It was the physical manifestation of her recurring nightmare - Hayden motionless and bleeding after a hit, thinking she was about to lose the love of her life. Nothing else existed but that body lying on the ice. This was exactly how Rozanov looked at him now, and the only possible explanation was love. Or, A 5 + 1 story about five people who observe the relationship between Shane and Ilya unfold in real time and come to their own conclusions about what's going on. Plus, a bonus chapter featuring the family dinner that Shane’s parents invite themselves to right after meeting Ilya for the first time.
- Part 1 of Hollanov From the Outside In
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- #76403951
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Hockey is a rough sport. Everyone knows that. You go down, you get back up. That’s the game. When Ilya Rozanov goes down on the ice, the Boston Bears are already moving to defend their captain. No one expects Shane Hollander, captain of the Montreal Voyageurs, to be the one who throws the first punch. Ilya Rozanov loved playing against Shane Hollander almost as much as he loved fucking him. Not that anyone in the arena would ever know that—not with the way Ilya drove Shane shoulder-first into the boards now. His weight crashed in behind him a moment later, pinning him there as the plexiglass shuddered from the impact. The vibration climbed all the way up Ilya’s arms and rattled against his teeth. Shane’s breath left him in a sharp burst of white, fogging across the glass where his visor pressed flush against it. His mouth fell open on a broken sound that never quite escaped, swallowed whole by the crowd as they surged to their feet, hungry and gleeful as they turned toward the collision. Ilya felt it anyway. Felt the way Shane’s body tensed first, instinct flaring hot and defensive, then yielded when recognition set in. When his body understood exactly who had him pinned to the boards. Ilya felt Shane’s spine arch, ribs expanding under the pressure of his forearm, a helpless, involuntary offering that sent something low and dangerous coiling tight in Ilya’s gut. For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to that single point of contact. Blades biting into the ice. Pads creaking beneath the fabric of their opposing jerseys—eighty-one and twenty-four. Shane was unyielding even when he was pinned, even when his weight subtly pressed back instead of away. Ilya stayed there a fraction too long. Long enough to memorize the exact moment Shane’s resistance softened without ever breaking. Long enough to feel the way Shane leaned into him, like a promise instead of a warning. Somewhere in the crowd, the cameras whined as they zoomed in, greedy to catch the moment for the viewers at home. In the booths, surrounded by those same unblinking lenses that caught every possible angle of the collision, Ilya knew the commentators had already leaned forward in their comfortable chairs. He knew they would already be dissecting yet another brutal meeting between the captains of the Montreal Voyageurs and the Boston Bears. “Oh—Rozanov’s been hunting that matchup all night,” one of the commentators said, delighted. “The captains of these two teams have a long history of rivalry on the ice. Hardly surprising to find them—” “It’s a clean hit,” the other commentator cut in. “Hollander’s not known for losing his head, but Rozanov has a way of getting under even the most level-headed guy’s skin. You can feel the tension every time these two share the ice—neither one of them ever backs down.” “Hell of a show they’re putting on for us tonight.” But on the ice, none of that mattered. The boards were bleeding cold through the layers of their padding, seeping into Shane’s shoulder, his ribs, his spine. Ilya could feel him shivering. The crowd was still on its feet, a wall of sound that blurred the edges of everything else, but the heat between them ignored it completely. Ilya’s body kept Shane pressed to the boards, unyielding even as helmets knocked together, cages scraping with a thin metallic rasp that felt far too intimate for how hard they were supposed to be hitting. It almost—almost—landed like a kiss when Shane twisted, trying to throw him off. Ilya felt every taut line of Shane’s body straining beneath him, muscles coiled and familiar in a way that loosened something dangerous in his chest even as they fought for possession over the puck. Ilya leaned in, just enough that Shane could feel his breath through the vents of his helmet. He smiled where only Shane could see it. “You skate slow today, captain,” he murmured, his accent thicker, softer. “Maybe tired from last night.” His grin turned sharp. “Should I take it easy on you?” Shane huffed a laugh that scraped out of him, rough and breathless. His shoulders shifted, instinctively angling closer even as the linesman started toward them. “Fuck off, Rozanov,” he muttered, dragging in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. The sound went straight through Ilya. And before he could stop himself, his gloved hand slid to Shane’s hip and squeezed—hard. Something reckless and private pressed into the narrow space between their pads and the noise and the regulation rules they both lived by. It shouldn’t have meant anything to anyone who noticed the touch lingered too long. It was for balance. It was instinct. A dozen excuses flared and died in Ilya’s head, because—fuck it—he wanted Shane closer. Wanted to lean in and kiss him stupid, right there against the glass. Wanted the world to finally understand what it was cheering for. Shane Hollander was his. Ilya knew his touch was too possessive. He knew he should probably pull back, create distance, or the illusion of it. But his fingers dug in harder instead, lingering too close to something that could never be explained away as incidental contact. Shane’s dark eyes snapped up, catching Ilya’s, sharp and furious and lit with something that made Ilya’s pulse stutter, like he’d misjudging a step and felt the drop a heartbeat too late. “Make me,” Ilya murmured, the words soft behind his grin. Then he slammed Shane back into the plexiglass again—just to feel it. The jolt. The way Shane’s body reacted before his pride could catch up. The involuntary sound punched out of him as their skates stuttered beneath them, blades biting and chattering against the ice as the puck bounced uselessly between their skates. Shane’s grunt slid low in his throat, a sound he only made when he was fighting for something he refused to lose. And all Ilya could think of—hot and unbidden—was last night. This exact angle. This exact body. This exact resistance that wasn’t resistance at all. Only it had been skin between them instead of gear. Hands instead of gloves. The heat of Shane’s breath breaking apart under him. The way Shane’s thighs had trembled as Ilya took his cock into his mouth. The way Shane had clung to him, arching into every thrust like he
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