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In which Ilya negotiates, Shane gets steered around charity fundraisers, and Yuna Hollander mothers.
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Who Am I (to be loved by you) by llewellynprince
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-31
The last thing Ilya remembers is being five, back home with Svetlana and his mother, the only two people who ever loved him there. But this freckled boy in front of him is someone Ilya would know even with no memory or sense.
- Part 3 of Song of Achilles
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you saw my bones out with somebody new by Viwrit3r
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Ilya fucking Rozanov Or: Hayden Pike is a Good Friend Or: Ilya Rozanov was only a little bit more of a surprise than the gay thing. Shane can’t believe anyone else saw how besotted he always was, while Hayden can’t believe everyone didn’t. Ilya’s a dick, but he’s trying, something Hayden only grudgingly admits. The things you do for your friends, right? Or: Ilya Rozanov and Hayden Pike’s First Proper Meeting goes a little differently (but maybe not better)
- Part 2 of Hollanov Outsider POVS
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Hayden pieces together the not-so-subtle cues from Shane and Ilya throughout the years. Some are clearer than others. Like a very intoxicated Shane leaving his phone open after a night with Lily. Where "Lily" loves how desperate Shane was for his dick. Afterwards, a lot of heart eyes later, things are out in the open and Ilya couldn't be happier to have a new Canadian to torment. A how to for traumatising Hayden Pike
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so you can sharpen your axe by KhloeKayHenstridge
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Unfortunately for them, Shane and Ilya are at the cottage on a winter night and there is no wood left for the fire. Fortunately for Shane, Ilya has decided to take matters into his own hands and that means wood-chopping, shirtless. He cannot be blamed for what happens afterwards, he's just a man, after all.
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ilyarozanovofficial ✓ on Instagram
[a slideshow post of Ilya and Shane’s time in the Bahamas, complete with scenic sunset pictures, coconuts by the beach, and a shot of Shane from the back showing only his forearm and his hand linked with Ilya’s, leading him forward]
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You look very nice in that swimsuit
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@S_Hollander24 sorry, i have a boyfriend
2,384 likesThe only thing the media knows about famous model Ilya Rozanov's secret boyfriend is that he exists. Shane is happy to keep their relationship private, until he isn't.
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The MILF Theory (And Why the Internet Got It Wrong) by pucksandpower
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-29
The internet has decided that Ilya Rozanov is absolutely, definitely, 100% banging a Hollander. They’ve got photo evidence. Multiple sightings. Instagram stories from the same café. The man stayed OVERNIGHT at the Hollander residence. It’s the most legendary power move in NHL history: seduce your rival’s hot mom to assert dominance. There’s just one tiny problem with this theory. Ilya’s fucking a Hollander, all right. Just … not that one. Or in which Ilya’s boyfriend's mother keeps adopting him, the internet keeps assuming the worst, and Shane Hollander is having the worst month of his entire life. At least until he does something that breaks hockey forever. Translation into 中文-普通话 國語 available: 【授翻】香草妈妈理论（已完结） by 3Liquids Translation into Русский available: Это не то, что вы думаете! by dramione_must_reads r/hockey Posted by u/puckedup247 • 3h ago Okay what the FUCK is going on with Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander’s mom??? So I was at this charity thing in Ottawa yesterday (my aunt volunteers) and I literally saw Ilya Rozanov having brunch with Yuna Hollander. Just the two of them. At this cozy little place on Elgin Street. And like … they seemed REALLY comfortable with each other??? She kept touching his arm and laughing and he was doing that thing where he leans in all close when he talks. I took a pic but it’s blurry as hell (sorry, was trying to be subtle). Am I insane or is this weird??? Why would Rozanov be hanging out with his RIVAL’S MOM??? [Blurry photo of a curly-haired man in a leather jacket sitting across from an elegant woman with long black hair at a café table] 2.4k comments u/hockeyfan_617 819 points • 3h ago oh my fucking god u/BearsNation96 723 points • 3h ago LMAOOOOO this is the most alpha shit I’ve ever seen. Rozanov is literally fucking with Hollander by dating his mom. I’m fucking DECEASED 💀💀💀 u/VoyageursForever 651 points • 2h ago This cannot be real. This CANNOT be real. I refuse to believe this is happening. u/CheckingForHockey 589 points • 2h ago Guys, there’s probably a totally innocent explanation for- Actually no, I got nothing. This is wild. u/PuckSlut420 512 points • 2h ago okay but can we acknowledge that Yuna Hollander is like 52 and looks like THAT? I’d shoot my shot too tbh u/BearsNation96 301 points • 2h ago Right??? Total rocket. Rozanov’s got taste. u/MontrealMadness 445 points • 2h ago Shane Hollander is somewhere having a complete fucking meltdown right now and I wish I could see it u/hockeyinsider99 398 points • 2h ago This is the most elaborate mindfuck in NHL history. Rozanov saw “fuck the Voyageurs” and said “okay, specifically the mother of their first line center“ LILY: Someone on reddit has picture of me and your mama at brunch LILY: Is very blurry but still LILY: People think I am fucking her 😂😂😂 JANE: WHAT JANE: WHAT THE FUCK JANE: ILYA LILY: Is very funny! LILY: They think I do this to mess with you LILY: Like psychological warfare JANE: This is NOT funny JANE: People think you’re SLEEPING WITH MY MOTHER LILY: I know!!! 😂😂😂 LILY: Is hilarious JANE: ILYA. LILY: Shane, relax LILY: Your mama thinks is funny too LILY: She send me the reddit link JANE: oh my god JANE: oh my GOD
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shed some light, shed some light on me please by smittenstar
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-28
Something's up with Ilya and he's doing his best to hide it. A concussion makes it all come crumbling down on him. AKA, the Ilya depression & insomnia fic, because the Long Game wasn't nearly angsty enough for me.
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you'll never know if you never try by cityofdownwardspirals
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-28
“Have you ever considered that he might be… I don’t know, into you?” Shane almost spat out his beer in response, but ended up choking instead. He went into a coughing fit, catching Rozanov’s attention, who threw a glance and a smirk his way. Shane replied to that reaction with a scowl. This is just fucking great, isn't it? “What the fuck, Rose? He-He's not even gay!” he hissed. “You don't know that! And, sometimes, you two look at each other in a way that makes me unsure whether you wanna kiss or kill the other. We all know you’ve tried the second option a few times. Have you tried the first?” OR Rose's favorite hobby is playing matchmaker for Shane. However, Shane didn't expect her to try to set him up with Ilya Rozanov of all people. Things between them are... complicated. Much more complicated than Rose even knows.
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Shane adjusted his tie for the third time, his skin prickling with awareness of the toy nestled deep inside him. Shane's muscles tensed under his shirt, his reactive nature making him hyper-aware of the remote tucked in Ilya's pocket. Ilya leaned close as he passed, his breath warm against Shane's ear. “Behave,” Shane's voice cracks. "I-I'm fine, just a h-headache." The lie burns in his throat as he forces a smile, his hand trembling against the back of his neck, eyes darting anywhere but at Hayden. Completely unaware of the hand climbing Shane’s inner thigh, fingers pressing into the tender flesh just below his groin. Shane's pulse hammers against his collar as sweat beads at his hairline. Shane's adam' s apple lurches violently. He can feel Ilya's smirk burning into his profile without looking. He bites down on his tongue, tasting copper. Ilya's presence sears into his left side, while his other hand makes a show of adjusting something in his pocket. The vibrations suddenly intensify, sending a violent shudder through Shane's core. His vision blurs at the edges. Shooting electricity up his spine. His knuckles go white against the leather seat. His teeth clamp down on his bottom lip as Ilya's grip becomes bruising, fingers digging into the flesh through the soft black material. Leaning in, hot breath scorching Shane's ear: " Get yourself together, Hollander," each syllable dripping with that Russian growl that makes Shane pathetically weak. Fucking. Sadistic. Asshole. And all because of one goddamn bet. Only two hours earlier he was in the comfort of his own home. Steam billows from the bathroom as the door swings open. Ilya emerges, towel riding dangerously low on sharp hip bones, droplets racing down the planes of his chest and disappearing beneath the white terry cloth. Shane's fingers trace the edges of a small brown parcel on the kitchen counter. Ilya Rozanov, the label reads in neat block letters. Below that: Shane's address, his apartment number. Ilya freezes mid-step. The corner of his mouth twitches upward. "This showed up today." Shane lifts the box slightly. "Your name. My place." Ilya's bare feet pad across the hardwood. He plucks the package from Shane's grip with long fingers, his knuckles brushing Shane's palm. "Mine," he says, placing it on the far edge of the counter, just beyond Shane's reach. "So I don't get to see what's inside?" Ilya reaches for a pair of grey joggers draped over the arm of the couch, pulling them on with a fluid motion. "It's for you, actually." Shane's stomach flips. The NHL26 loading screen bathes their faces in blue light as they sink into the sofa, controllers in hand. Shane's eyes dart to the kitchen every thirty seconds. The box sits there, taunting him. His birthday was ages ago, their anniversary wasn’t for another couple months, Today is... nothing. His player skates past the puck. Again. The controller vibrates with another missed opportunity. Ilya's score climbs: 3-0, 5-0, 7-0.
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Ilya Rozanov burned, until the moment Shane Hollander’s body hit the ice. Shane’s accident scares Ilya in ways he didn’t think possible, and he’s forced to confront just how deeply in love he really is.
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“Shane?” Hayden waved a hand in front of his face, snapping him back to reality. “Who’s the girl that Rozanov t-shirt belongs to? And, stop me if i’m overstepping, but does she wear it in the bedroom? Is that what you’re into?!” Or, the story of an old Rozanov t-shirt and the effect it has on both Shane and Ilya.
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When Ilya gets injured while swimming in the lake, Shane scrambles to save him from drowning. ("We all get our bell rung, eventually." -Shane Hollander) It was a less than perfect day at the lake. A gray day—little sun. But Shane Hollander was overflowing with light. He felt it on his cheeks, all over his skin, in his bones. He couldn’t stop smiling with it. The cottage itself seemed to glow with a living aura. The night before he was looking into his longtime lover’s eyes when he said—twice in Russian, and then once in English—“I love you.” Shane said it back. And his world shifted like tectonic plates. No day would ever truly be gray again. Ilya Rozanov stood on top of the large, slanted rock on which Shane sat. “Don’t dive into the water, you idiot. It’s shallow here—up to your waist.” Ilya ruffled Shane’s slate-black hair. “I do little jump,” Rozanov said. “Barely dive. Closer to —what do you say—eh, belly flop.” Shane rolled his eyes as he carefully rearranged his hair. “You’re going to belly flop into cold water with bruised ribs?” Ilya winced and wrinkled his nose at the thought. “You dive in there and you’re going to sprain your wrists on the bottom before your feet hit the water,” Hollander warned. “Fine!” Ilya made a show of putting his hands behind his back by stretching his long arms up and around. He clasped his own fingers together and stared down at Hollander. “No arms. Half belly flap, half dive. Yes? Approved?” The fondness for Ilya that glowed in Shane’s heart warmed. “Fine!” he said, pronouncing the word with a Russian accent, speaking it the same way Ilya had a moment ago. “But there’s a downed tree down there so aim to the—” Ilya rotated to the right and dove nose-first over Shane’s knees. “—left.” Shane gulped. Ilya disappeared into the water—all six feet of him—and Shane sighed. He looked around, taking a moment to ingest the view. The hockey captain took in the trees, the horizon on the water, the sky. All beautiful, he concluded. But not as beautiful as Ilya Rozanov’s body in those swimming trunks. That was his favorite view of all. Shane looked down at the spot in the water where Ilya had disappeared, and curled his hands into fists when he realized that a whole half minute had passed. How long could his lover hold his breath? Shane didn’t know. “Rozanov?” he called to the silent lake. “Ilya!” The clouds shifted then. Shane concluded that an entire minute had passed. Sunlight through the trees illuminated the colors of the water—blue, black, teal, green... And red. “FUCK,” Shane gasped at the sight of the blood. He eased himself into the water and started swimming as fast as he could. His leg bumped something solid. Shane took a deep breath and dropped underwater, eyes open. Arms paddling, fingers reaching, mostly blind, Shane felt around for the solid object. Fingers found the underwater tree, first, but then he found something hard that felt like skin, and he pulled. Shane summoned all of his strength and swam for the surface. He emerged gasping, holding the limp, unmoving body in a bridal carry. Rozanov’s head lolled against Shane’s bicep— eyes shut, mouth open. “Ilya!” Hollander shouted at him. “ILYA!” When not even an eyelid flinched, he swore again and stomped toward the shore. Shane had never heard his own heart beating. But it was thundering in his ears when he gently laid Ilya’s waterlogged body down on the grass. Rozanov’s skin was corpse-colored except for the massive gash at his hairline that was leaking blood. “Dammit!” Shane shouted, voice cracking, when water leaked from Rozanov’s blue-tinted lips. He rolled him onto his side and watched several cups of water stream from his mouth. Then Shane knelt, pressed his ear to Ilya’s lips, and both listened and felt for his breathing. Nothing. No inhale. No exhale. Tears erupted from Shane’s dark eyes. He pressed two fingers against the pulse point on Ilya’s throat. He found it. Ilya had a pulse. But Shane was certain his heart was beating too slow—the sensation shallow under the white skin. Shane’s eyes were so soaked with tears that everything went funhouse mirror blurry. He rolled Ilya onto his back, squeezed his nostrils shut, and blew air into his lungs. Again. Again and again and again. Over and over he breathed breath into his lover. In the distance, a loon called—mocking, almost. “Please,” Shane said against Ilya’s lips. “Wake up, you asshole! Please!” Shane pulled back and looked down at Ilya’s slack face. “Ilya,” he begged. “ILYA!” Then, with all his strength, Shane pushed down on Ilya’s stomach. Water, vomit, and who knew what else erupted from Ilya’s stomach and chest. A cough followed it—then another. After three more, Ilya’s eyes burst open and he went into a coughing fit that Shane had no doubt killed his already bruised ribs. Shane lifted Ilya’s body, then. Lifted him up into his arms so that he was almost sitting. Shane held him while he coughed—didn’t care about the blood slowly soaking his swimming trunks or the vomit under his knees. Ilya’s wide eyes found Shane’s and refused to look away. Shane whispered into Ilya’s ear, “I’m here, I’ve got you, just breathe, you’re ok—you’re ok—you’re ok.” The blood flow didn’t stop, but the coughing eventually did. “Shane,” Ilya wheezed. “S- Sorry…” “Shhh,” Hollander soothed. “You hit your head. You’re bleeding bad. I have to get you to the hospital—can you stand?”
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Ilya holds Amber in his arms and looks seriously into her tiny eyes. She giggles appreciatively at him. At the end of the hall, he can see Pike trying not to let his dismay show. Ilya enjoys holding the baby nearly as much as he enjoys the discomfort building on Pike’s face as he watches them. She hasn’t managed words quite yet, but they’re close. “Ro za nov,” he says, trying to get Amber to repeat it back. She is a happy baby, born to a perfect family. He hopes her whole life will be as happy and boring as this. Ilya and Shane babysit the Pike kids for New Year's.
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After Ilya leaves Shane in the hospital, Shane gets lonely and texts Hayden to get Ilya back Shane: Hes soooooo hot Hayden: ? Hayden: What? Hayden: Are you okay? Shane: im goooooood Hayden: What was the prognosis, how bad are you hurt? Will you be able to play next week or no? Shane: concussed and broken collarbone out for the rest of the season Hayden: Shit. Should you be on your phone right now? Don’t they tell you not to look at screens if you’ve got a concussion Shane: nuh uh im on the goooood stuff Hayden: They’ve got you on pain meds? No pain? Shane: uh huh, nothing Hayden: That’s good, I’m glad you’re not feeling it right now. Sucks that you’re out for the play offs but your health is more important mate Shane: yeh Hayden: I tell you what, if I see fuckin Marlow again I’m ruining his face. I didn’t get enough of a chance on the ice so that fucker got off easy Shane: was accident Ilya told me and he doesnt lie Hayden: Ilya? As in Rozanov? Shane: uh huh. He said Marlow did not mean to hurt me and he feels reaaaal bad Hayden: When did you talk to Rozanov? Shane: he was here Shane: he held my hand Shane: his hands are so soft. like fluffy clod Shane: clud Shane: cloud Hayden: Damn, you must be pretty high right now Shane: where is Ilya he needs to come back Hayden: Um, Shane, I think you’re imagining things. Or maybe whatever you’re on right now has got you a bit confused Shane: nuh uh Shane: he came to see me Shane: but told me to shhh cos it’s a secret Shane: so shhh it’s a secret Hayden: What’s a secret? That he visited you? Shane: hes gonna come to my cottage Shane: we will have a whole two weeks together can you believe that Hayden: Um… Shane: we get to fuck everywhere Shane: on the bed Shane: on the kitchen counter Shane: on the couch Shane: by the lake Hayden: Dude, what’re you talking about right now? Shane: Ilya. Hes soooooooo hot Hayden: Um, I just want to preface this by saying I love you mate and I support you if um, you know, you’re gay but I think you’re talking a bit of nonsense right now. You hate Rozanov, remember Shane: nope hes sexy Shane: sexy Russian accent Shane: and aww you love and support me yay Shane: im like super gayyyyy Shane: super super super super super
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“Ilya?” Shane calls, and Ilya spins around to see Shane holding the most damning thing he could’ve found in Ilya’s suitcase—that damned Montreal Metros hoodie. “This is mine, isn’t it?” Ilya freezes. “Eh?” “How do you have this? I thought I’d lost it ages ago.” There’s no good way for Ilya to say the truth, which is that: you left it at my house in Boston after you broke my heart for the first time and I kept it so I could wear it occasionally and jerk off while thinking about you when I thought I would probably never be able to have you again and it was the last bit of you I could have, so Ilya settles for the next best thing, which is: “It… it is not yours.” Shane shoots him an unimpressed look. Ilya is really struggling with the fact that he wants to keep Shane forever and steal his clothes and leave dumb hickies on him and wake up to him in the morning. He's working on it.
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I’m your centrepiece, make the canvas speak by mickeysmyheart
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-24
Ilya lets Shane go and says, “Come with me, I made us breakfast.” “But—” he stutters out. Ilya eyes him so he says, “Did you not want to—” looking down at Ilya’s crotch. Ilya smirks. “Later— I have plan for you today,” he tells him before he turns towards the door. OR Ilya finally gives Shane the facial he hasn't been able to stop thinking about.
- Part 3 of Pleasing: The Series
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It only takes eight years for Ilya to realise he and Shane have never gone on an actual date. The nature of their relationship has never really called for it, but since Hollander is looking for, admittedly, more than Ilya is able to provide at the minute, it wouldn't hurt to start acting like the kind of couple Hollander wants to be.
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Shane blinks his eyes open to find Ilya hovering above him. “Let me make you a burger for dinner.” “Ilya,” he smiles. Translation: Diet. “I will make you bird burger, the way you like it. Bean patty. Fake bread bun.” “You think they have my bean burgers and weird bread at this thing?” Shane had been expecting to just survive on veggie platters until they got home. Ilya scoffs like he said something stupid. “Yes, Hollander, I told Dykstra to order them last week.” Shane and Ilya attend the 2019 Dykstra-Pike collaborative Canada Day cottage party.
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Even Ilya fucking Rozanov was going to know Shane was okay before the girl Shane had been seeing for years. Hayden couldn’t let that happen. So he lifted Shane’s phone again, scrolled through his contacts, and found Lily’s name. The line began to ring. Rozanov stiffened where he stood at the hospital counter, then he pulled out his phone. Weird. or High on pain meds after his injury, Shane entrusts his phone to Hayden to answer his texts and tell everyone he's okay. Hayden realizes that no one else would have called Lily, because no one else knows she even exists.
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