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Shane Hollander is spiralling and needs a comforting warmth that he can only find with his husband, Ilya Rozanov.
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Hockey Stars Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov Read Thirst Tweets by IamPoof
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-10
Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov reading Thirst Tweets with Buzzfeed!
- Part 2 of Hollanov Youtube Interviews
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To Say Goodbye, To Say Hello by VicIsWriting
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-10
Ilya is so used to grieving his mother alone. Now he doesn’t have to.
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Ilya had felt the click in his brain, the puzzle piece sliding into place as Shane gently patted Serenity's back and lightly bounced her in his arms like he was tapping into some information in his brain stored away for future reference. "Shh, shh it's okay." Shane murmured, continuing the soothing motions and even Jackie and Hayden watched because well, he was definitely good at this. So much so that Ilya felt like he needed to do something about it.
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Finding the Real Shane Hollander by ultigirl
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-10
Shortly after Shane joins the Centaurs, he begins to realize that things are different with this team. He might not have to keep so much of himself so tightly under wraps, but he's not totally sure what that means. After years of hiding and carefully curating his safe, boring Canadian hockey Golden Boy image, Shane isn't sure who he is or who he wants to be as an out hockey player and the husband of effortlessly sexy Ilya Rozanov. He's worried he will never look the part or feel comfortable in his own skin. During a West Coast road trip, he meets up with Rose for brunch and asks for a little help. The restaurant Rose had chosen was aggressively Californian—all white linen and succulents and sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows. Shane felt conspicuous just sitting there, like his Canadian practicality was somehow visible, a beige smudge against all that brightness. Rose, of course, looked like she belonged. She always did. Today it was a sundress and oversized sunglasses pushed up into her hair, effortless in a way Shane had never figured out how to be. "So," she said, spearing a piece of avocado from her omelet, "You know I love to take you shopping and dress you up. I'm thinking we hit Melrose after this. There's this new place Miles told me about—very edgy, very now. Then maybe that vintage shop on Fairfax, and—" "Rose." She paused, fork halfway to her mouth. "What?" Shane stared at his eggs. He'd been turning this over in his head for weeks, trying to figure out how to say it, whether to say it at all. But things were different now. He was different now. Or trying to be. "I need help," he said. Rose set down her fork. "Okay. With what?" "With—" He gestured vaguely at himself. "This. All of this. I don't know how to—" The words stuck. He forced them out anyway. "I don't know how to be sexy." For a moment, Rose just stared at him. Then she laughed—a bright, startled sound that carried across the restaurant. Shane felt his face flood with heat. Stupid. This was stupid. He never should have said anything. He was already pushing back from the table, already constructing the polite excuse that would get him out of here, when Rose grabbed his hand. "Shane. Shane, wait. I'm sorry." Her grip was firm, her expression shifting from amusement to something softer. "I wasn't laughing at you. I swear. It's just—do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds coming from you?" "Forget it." His voice came out stiff. "It's fine. I shouldn't have—" "No, listen to me." Rose leaned forward, not letting go of his hand. "I know a lot of attractive people. It's literally my job to know and hang out with attractive people. And I have never— never—met anyone as hot as you who has so little idea how attractive they are." She shook her head, something like wonder in her voice. "Shane. Come on. You pulled both Rose Landry and Ilya Rozanov, and you think you aren't sexy?" Shane's flush deepened, but for different reasons now. "That's part of the problem." "What do you mean?" He looked down at their joined hands, trying to find the words. "Ilya is... you've seen him. He's so hot. And it's effortlessfor him—the way he moves, the way he dresses, the way he just exists in the world. He walks into a room and everyone looks at him." Shane swallowed. "And then there's me. Standing next to him. And I worry that when people see us together, I look like his... his boring Canadian little brother." Rose's expression flickered. "Does Ilya make you feel that way?" "No." The answer came immediately, certain. "No, he's always telling me I'm beautiful. That I'm sexy. That he can't believe he gets to—" Shane stopped, ears burning. "But that's usually when we're, um. Naked." Rose's lips twitched, but she didn't laugh this time. "Okay." "I want to figure out how to be that person when we're not naked. How to be sexy beside him, out in the world. For him, but also for—" Shane struggled. "For me. I want to feel like I belong next to him. Like I'm not just... tolerated there." "Shane." Rose's voice was gentle. "You know he doesn't think that, right? That man looks at you like you hung the moon." "I know. I know he doesn't think it. But I think it. And I don't know how to stop." Rose was quiet for a moment, studying him. Then: "Okay. Describe an outfit that's made you feel sexy." Shane opened his mouth. Closed it. Tried again. Nothing came. He thought about his closet—the rows of identical dark suits, the game day shirts still in their dry-cleaning bags, the workout clothes and the team-branded everything and the careful, curated wardrobe of a man who'd spent his entire adult life trying to disappear into acceptability. "I can't," he finally said. "I can't think of anything." "Nothing? Ever?" Shane shook his head slowly. "I've spent so much time curating this... this clean cut, golden boy image. The one that's safe. The one that doesn't attract attention or make anyone uncomfortable. And it's not me—it was never me—but I don't..." He trailed off, frustrated. "I'm not really sure how to be the me I want to be now. I don't even know what that looks like."
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and i want to change, i want to change with you by smutdotbegone
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-09
When he first stumbled upon the concept of bitching, Shane thought it was purely a porn thing. A fantasy. Surely there couldn’t actually be a way to change him from an alpha to an omega, right? “It’s definitely not a common practice, but it can be done,” his therapist, Leanna, said during there next appointment. “I’ve seen it used as a means of gender affirming care before– it can be life changing in more ways than the literal sense for a lot of people.” Once the thought had entered his head, there was no way to stop it from racing around there.
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"Have you compared yourself?" His eyes were locked on his phone, and his voice could not hide his insecurity. "Compared myself?, to what exactly?" Shane's eyes were still fixed on the TV. Good. He didn't need him scanning his facial expressions. "To anyone. When playing hockey Hollander. Have you compared yourself to anyone?" "Oh. Umm..." His face did a ninety degree turn and was now looking at him "Yeah, I guess. Why'd you ask?" "To who?" This was so stupid. He didn't even know why he had asked it in the first place and was now regretting opening his stupid mouth. The need to have someone else to be jealous over was non existant, so why had he asked? "Well..." "To who Hollander?" On single beat and then "To you Ilya. Obviously" Shane's eyes met his for a split of a second and then he got up and made his way to the kitchen "More coffee?" ------------------------------------- Or: Ilya has only ever compared himself to Shane and now wonders if his husband has done the same. Surely it can't lead to anything too bad right?
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aka Shane has cold feet problems but not anymore this winter! because hey he now lives with Ilya
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look at me, look at me. you looking? by yourlocalperv
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-09
Ilya reminds Shane of how hard he’s worked on his body. This fic has descriptions about having unhealthy relationships with food and an implied eating disorder/disordered eating, please take care of yourselves! Spoilers for Book 6: The Long Game
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Drunk Ear-Piercings Make For Great Meet-Cutes by made_of_tea
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-09
Ilya smiled, obviously drunk. "I am a loverboy." Shane rolled his eyes. "I fell in love with Cassie the first time I met her," Bood said. "I helped her find a lost earring at a party. It was blue and dangly." Shane was about to question how Bood could possibly have fallen in love at first sight when Ilya suddenly slapped the table and yelled, "I should get earrings!" ~~~ The Centaurs are out drinking after a home win against Montreal. Amid a discussion of love and experimentation, Ilya decides he needs to get his ears pierced immediately. Luca gets a date and Shane falls even more in love with his husband.
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The Power of the Prostate by scarletseeker113
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-09
“Shane didn’t know I was flirting with him until I pointed my dick at him in the showers!” “Ilya!” he hissed. “What? Is true. I was flirting with you all day at that photoshoot, and you didn’t notice.” Shane rolls his eyes. “No, you weren’t, you were just being an asshole.” “I told you you looked pretty!”
- Part 1 of Fuck him right up the ass
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a drag path, etched in the surface by justhockey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-09
It kind of looks like junk, at first. Just a random collection of items, like the lost property box at the arena for things the cleaners find after games. But Shane quickly realises that the collection isn’t random at all. No, this is a box of memories. Ilya’s memories of Shane.
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Shane felt terrible for asking Troy and Harris last minute to babysit but they really had no other option. or Troy has to reason with a mini Ilya
- Part 8 of hollanov parenthood adventure ✨
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a stitch in time by flowerylanguage
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-08
Old Shane chuckles sadly, running a hand through his hair. A glint of something on his finger catches Shane’s eye. A ring? He’s married??? Something twists in his stomach. If he’s married, that must mean— No, he won’t let himself think it. Rozanov is just a— a fuckbuddy. It doesn’t matter. It’s just— nothing. It’s just nothing. OR In a twist of fate (or cup magic), Shane Hollander gets visited by his older self, causing a crisis of feelings.
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Shane knows something is wrong before the game even ends—his Heat rising fast and uncontrollable. Ilya gets him home just in time, knots him deep, and refuses to let him face it alone. The roar of the crowd faded as Shane Hollander skated off the ice. The ache in his muscles was nothing compared to the heat building beneath his skin. He had been off tonight— missing shots he could normally make with his eyes closed. His movements felt sluggish, unfocused, his body refusing to respond like it usually did. He could feel Ilya’s gaze on him before he even looked up, that intense blue stare sharp and searching. “You alright, Shane?” Ilya asked, skating up beside him. Shane forced a smile, stiff and brittle. “Yeah. Just… off tonight. Bad luck, I guess.” It was a lie, and they both knew it. The Centaurs still won, but the victory felt hollow. As soon as the buzzer sounded, Shane peeled away and headed for the locker room, desperate to escape Ilya’s attention. The noise, the lights, the closeness of too many bodies—it pressed in on him. He showered quickly. Hot water did nothing to ease the burn coiling tighter inside him. By the time he dressed, his hands were shaking. He kept his head down, avoided eye contact, focused on breathing through the growing discomfort. He was already in the passenger seat when Ilya finally appeared, damp hair pushed back, concern on his face. Ilya slid in beside him, the door shutting with a heavy thud. The familiar scent of his cologne filled the car, grounding and overwhelming. “Shane, what the fuck is going on?” Ilya’s voice was low, edged with steel. Shane swallowed hard. The truth spilled out before he could stop it. “I think… I think my Heat is starting soon.” The words hung between them. “Shit,” Ilya breathed. He turned the key, the engine roaring to life. “We need to get you home.” When the first cramp hit, it wasn’t just pain—it was his body pulling inward, desperate, needy, demanding. His cock twitched uselessly in his pants, half-hard and oversensitive, while slick soaked his underwear. “Ilya—” A hand landed on his thigh, warm and steady. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I’m driving as fast as I can.” The heat surged, relentless. Shane shifted, slick gathering where he couldn’t ignore it. Every bump in the road sent spikes of sensation through him. He whimpered, squirming, trying to find a comfortable position. There was none. The pressure built like a tide threatening to drown him. He broke. His hand slid down, rubbing himself through his pants, desperate for any relief. Friction was a small mercy, a brief distraction from the fire inside him. He arched his back, breath ragged. “Ilya… I need you, please.” Ilya didn’t hesitate. The car sped up, the world outside blurring as Shane’s breathing grew shallow. He could feel the heat radiating off him, thick and real. At home, Ilya killed the engine and helped him out of the car. Shane barely made it inside before collapsing against him, burying his face in Ilya’s neck. “Ilya,” he whimpered. “It hurts so bad.” “It’s alright, sweetheart,” Ilya murmured. “I’ll give you what you need.” He scooped Shane up in his arms, carrying him bridal style. Shane clung to him, trembling. Upstairs, he laid him on the bed. Clothes were stripped away quickly, every touch paired with soft kisses and whispered praise. “So beautiful,” Ilya murmured, over and over. He ran a hand through Shane’s hair, fingers tangling in the damp strands, kissing his forehead, cheeks, neck—each touch setting off new heat. Shane moaned, hips bucking. He was already leaking onto the sheets, need pouring out uncontrollably. He reached for Ilya, fingers clawing at his back. Ilya’s fingers brushed lower. He traced Shane’s hip, sending shivers down him. He dipped a finger into Shane’s slick, and Shane gasped. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Sweetheart, you’re leaking so much. This is all for me, isn’t it?” Shane nodded, unable to speak. He reached for Ilya, pulling him closer. He needed him, craved him. Ilya leaned down, kissing him deeply. He pulled back, eyes blazing with desire that matched Shane’s. “Taste yourself, Hollander.” Shane obeyed, coating his fingers with his own slick, bringing them to his mouth, sucking greedily. The taste was intoxicating, a mix of arousal and desperation. He closed his eyes, savoring it. “So fucking good for me,” Ilya rasped. He moved to the bedroom drawer, returning with nipple clamps and a dildo. Shane’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement. He knew
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floating in awe (and wonder) by brokencomatose
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-08
“when we finish breakfast, i want you to go back up to our room. you will wait for me to take anya out and then I will come to you. you have choice- sit on edge of bed or sit in middle of bed. whatever you think will be most comfortable. okay?” shane pauses in the process of finishing off his second piece of toast, the bread halfway to his mouth as he blinks at Ilya a few times. “but-” “no,” ilya’s voice is low but firm, and he reaches his free hand out to nudge shane’s towards his mouth and waits until the other takes another bite before he continues. “you want to be good, yes?” shane nods almost immediately, the flush on his cheeks darkening to a deeper pink as he does so. “of course. but we need-” “to be good boy, that means that you will listen. you trust me to take care of you.”
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Competition was in Shane and Ilya's blood. Even when it comes to painting clay hockey helmets for charity. I do not support AI, I do not use AI in my work(s), and I do not consent to my work(s) being used for AI in any shape or form. If I ever find my work(s) outside of fan spaces where they should be, everything gets locked—that’s a promise, not a threat.
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my honeymoon, my honeyman by kryptic_girl
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-08
Shane and Ilya's honeymoon in Ibiza was supposed to be simple: first-class flights, Michelin- starred restaurants, and a luxury hotel where they could finally be openly, unapologetically in love. And it is -- until a case of mistaken identity at a nightclub spirals into their first real fight as a married couple. A post-TLG story about two idiots in love learning that "happily ever after" still requires showing up for the hard conversations. TW: recreational drug use and references to abuse/depression
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Ilya’s thirty-fourth birthday is around the corner. Shane is freaking out because he hasn’t been able to get the Bad Bunny tickets for Ilya’s surprise birthday trip.
- Part 3 of All the things they didn't say
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Shane had schedules to stick to, regimens to maintain, plays to study, drills to perfect. He needed to eat the same thing, every day. Train in the best way to keep his mind and body fit by keeping to strict programs. He needed to stick to his plan so that he could ensure that everything also went, well…to plan. He needed all of these things to fall in place otherwise— well he tried not to think too hard about the otherwise. He couldn’t let otherwise happen. Basically he’d treated his body like a fucking temple for majority of his life and had no problems with it yet— And then he turned 30. or Shane starts noticing changes after he turns 30— He doesn't bounce back the same way he used to and it suddenly sends him spiralling. Ilya is there to pick him up and kiss him better when he’s brought to an abrupt halt.
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