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I Will Hold Your Hands (And Hold You Together) by oddityofstars
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-31
A moment of support, of love. - It's the Centaurs' first game against the Metros with both Shane and Ilya on the team, and Shane isn't handling it too well.
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- AO3:
- #76757181
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cause that's the love that i attract by REDRAGEOUSED
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-31
It’s maple-something. Sugar, shaped like leaves and it makes him smile a little. Shane would hate it, tease him about his lack of a “performance diet” like that means anything, and he would lick the taste off of Ilya's lips, which really, is all that’s needed to cement the fact that he needs this candy. It is also so painfully Canadian. Russia at least does bear. They are cooler, objectively. Maple leaves are boring. 5+1 where Ilya rather likes Canadian gas stations. Shane only likes the coffee.
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- English
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76784911
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If There Ever Was A Doubt by ClimbTheMountain2020
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-31
Two years post-The Long Game, Shane and Ilya are living the life they always dreamed of. But sometimes, the nightmares catch up to Ilya. Shane knows how much Ilya sacrificed to give them this life. Now, he wants to give Ilya something in return.
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- AO3:
- #76781321
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I feel safe when you're holding me near by DoubleVirgo
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-31
“You are lying liar who lies.” Shane heard Ilya as he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, looking down at the newly exposed skin. “Fuck off, Rozanov.” He says with no real force behind it, pushing his boyfriend away from him.
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- English
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- AO3:
- #76811031
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We didn't even kiss by junevirginia
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-31
Shane sent the text. He felt like an idiot. He needed to be done with Ilya Rozanov. But he can't stop himself from going back to Ilya's room after Ilya calls him. OR AU where Shane sends the "We didn't even kiss" text and returns to Ilya's room to confront him.
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- AO3:
- #76807216
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Shane loves his family. He truly does. But he’s never been one to enjoy large gatherings, even with people he knows well. And…he’s nervous. He’s nervous about all of them seeing this side of his life and side of himself that they’ve never really known, even though he knows they all love him and have shown him nothing but support. He takes a deep breath, watches more snowflakes fall, and releases it. It will be fine. It might even be nice. in which: it’s shane and ilya’s first christmas together as a married couple, and shane’s entire extended family comes to visit. nothing goes wrong…nothing at all.
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- AO3:
- #76800101
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break me down (then put me back together) by subbyjeongguk
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
shane and ilya try bdsm for the first time after their cottage getaway, and it doesn’t exactly go as shane had thought it would. (google didn't tell him he would sub-drop on their first try). canon universe hollanov, post-cottage and episode 6, subdrop!shane, dom!ilya
- Part 1 of shane & ilya vs bdsm!
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- English
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- AO3:
- #76743466
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baby, it's all relative by sugaslesbianbestie
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Shane knows he’s probably overstepping. They’re supposed to be having a good time at the cottage, relaxing. But it’s been on his mind, he feels it would explain some things about Ilya. “Like, would you say he was hard on you, too?” Ilya squeezes his eyes closed. “I do not know,” he says stiffly, shrugging his shoulders again as if he could physically shake off his unease. Yes, Ilya thinks, of course his father was hard on him. or shane and ilya have a conversation about how ilya had an emotionally abusive father and experienced childhood trauma
- Part 1 of why should I have to bear it?
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- #76683256
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Pain Has a Memory by orphan_account
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
After a sudden, crippling migraine causes Shane to collapse at home, Ilya returns to find him unconscious and surrounded by scattered pills, spurred by Anya’s urgent warnings. The scene plunges Ilya into old fears as paramedics rush Shane to the hospital. With Yuna and David at their side, Shane slowly regains consciousness to help the family weave comfort, reassurance, and unspoken love through the quiet moments between fear and recovery.
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- AO3:
- #76714731
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Looking back at it now, how he longed for his own bed, he thought maybe his mother wasn’t lazy at all, but maybe her own mind and heart were just simply too heavy for her to lift. He hoped that practice would help his mood lift, and his medication would kick in. He’d be back to being himself. The rink was cold when Shane and he entered, hand in hand, and the loud chatter of his team immediately made a headache bloom behind his eyes. Ilya is having a bad depression day, but at the end of it all Shane is right there to help him.
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- English
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- AO3:
- #76686321
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i'm not how you hoped by sunsetcherry
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-30
"And the Montreal Voyagers take home the cup once again! Never in the history has the same team taken the cup home back to back. Congratulations Voyagers." Shane shut off his phone as he closed his eyes. He head led them to victory, twice. He had been captain. He had cared for his teammates, people he saw as brothers. The hard work had forged unbreakable bonds, or at least bonds he thought were unbreakable. He was wrong. or Shane Hollander is working through his feelings of being shunned by the Montreal Voyagers.
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- English
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- AO3:
- #76683086
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Once More to See You by fuckboy_genius
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Ilya has a nightmare.
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- 1,280
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- AO3:
- #76735281
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forgive my northern attitude (I was raised out in the cold) by Nickies_Nonsense
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-30
Fuck, he couldn’t let Hollander see him like this. An echo of his fathers voice played in his head, “ты слаб, Ilya.” You are weak. —— Ilya has a hard time accepting help from anyone, especially when he’s sick. Good thing Shane Hollander doesn’t take no for an answer. Ilya arrived at the cottage before Shane. His boyfriend had one more game in the afternoon before he could get there for their long weekend getaway so Ilya had packed for both of them and made the drive himself. It was weird being in the cottage by himself, he thought as he put their bags down and stared out the window admiring the view of the lake. Then his stomach churned and he groaned walking away to sit down heavily on the couch. He’d started to feel…not well this morning but he insisted that Shane go to his game and he’d powered through the long drive to get here. The cold, clean air of the cottage would be good for him, he thought, and anyway it's not like Ilya ever got really ill. Shane was a different story with his weak stomach and frequent migraines that he’d inherited from his mother but Ilya was always healthy. A workhorse, his father had said once. Strong, Capable, Dependable. But maybe, he could just take a little nap now he thought to himself as he lay down on the couch and closed his eyes. That way he’d be ready to ravish his boyfriend when he showed up. He woke up hours later to darkness and a pounding in his head. Ilya squinted, grabbing for his phone. It was already six pm. Fuck, Shane would be here soon. It took too much effort to swing his legs off the side of the couch and he swayed as he stood up, holding onto the back of the couch for support. “Blyat,” he cursed under his breath as his head throbbed and his vision blurred dangerously. His stomach lurched and he remembered why he’d woken up in the first place. He rushed to the bathroom and made it just in time to fall to his knees on the tile and puke up his meager lunch. Trembling, he stood up and hastily brushed his teeth with shaking hands. Fuck, he couldn’t let Hollander see him like this. An echo of his fathers voice played in his head, “ты слаб, Ilya.” You are weak. Ilya carefully made his way back to the couch, trying not to irritate his stomach or his head anymore than he already had. He sat perched on the edge of the couch, head in his hands, until he heard a knock on the door. Shane let himself in and Ilya stood up, trying to muster up a proper greeting. “Hi,” he breathed. He must have failed because Shane’s smile faltered and his hands came up to cup Ilya’s cheeks. “Are you feeling okay?” He said, his brow furrowing in concentration like Ilya was another puzzle for him to solve. Ilya pouted at him, “now you say I look bad.” “No, no, not that it’s just…you're really pale, are you sure you're okay?” Ilya sighed, “I was a little sick before, I’m fine now.” Shane looked like he didn’t believe him so Ilya pressed forward, crushing their mouths together and raising one hand to grip the back of Shane’s head, running his fingers through his hair. At the small noise his boyfriend made in response Ilya instantly felt better. He stepped back, pulling them both towards the couch when a sudden sharp pain went through his head. It felt like someone punched him in the skull and Ilya dropped Shane’s hands, swearing and sitting down on the couch as the room spun. “-lya?” Shane was saying, his fingers tugging at where Ilya had his head buried in his hands. “Are you okay?” Shane said. All he could do was shake his head carefully in response. Shane sat down next to him on the couch, rubbing comforting circles on his back until Ilya was able to speak again. “Sorry.” ты слаб “No,” Shane insisted, “don’t be sorry, fuck its my fault, I thought you looked sick this morning and I left anyway.” “I’m-” he started to say before Shane cut him off. “If you say you're fine, I swear to god Ilya.” “Okay,” he muttered, a small smile curling at his lips, “Mr. Nurse.” “Whatever,” Shane huffed, he pressed the back of his hand to Ilya’s forehead and Ilya leaned into it despite himself, the cold felt so good. “You're burning up,” Shane pointed out. Ilya hummed in response. “Okay, let me see what meds we have here,” Shane said, standing up and walking away towards the kitchen. Ilya missed him immediately. He returned a moment later with a glass of water, a handful of little red pills, and a thermometer. “Open,” he said, holding up the thermometer.
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The Ford is a rusted-out red bucket, the tent is a mess of orange nylon, and the Norwegian woods are a lot steeper than they looked on the map. The wilderness doesn't care about NHL standings, and right now, it’s winning. For six years, Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov have lived in the quiet of hotel rooms and the heat of the game. But here, far away from the cameras and the crowds, their guard is finally starting to drop. Between charred sausages, a ruined pair of sneakers, and a leaking tent, they are running out of ways to hide from the truth. As the summer ends, they have to decide if they are brave enough to stop being rivals and start being something else entirely. The morning is quiet. The grass is grey with dew as they pull out of the driveway, the air cool enough to make Shane shiver. He’d insisted on renting this red Ford—a rusted-out bucket that he called "the authentic experience"—and it coughs as Ilya hits the street. Ilya looks at the dashboard like it’s a personal insult. Shane knows he’s thinking about his Ferrari. Shane watches Ilya’s profile in the dim light. He listens to the engine’s uneven beat and almost hopes the car just stops. A stall would freeze the world right here. It would keep them trapped in the smell of old upholstery and cold air, holding the moment still before the real world starts calling them back. A bottle of bug spray rattles in the door, breaking the silence. Shane reaches out to steady it and glances at the mess in the back seat. Tents, sleeping bags, and groceries are piled to the roof. It’s a disaster, honestly. They leave the city behind, passing quiet streets where only a few windows are lit. Shane leans his head against the glass. For six years, this is all they’ve had: fast, desperate nights in hotel rooms in cities like Detroit or Columbus. Quick sex after games where they spent an hour trying to smash each other into the boards. Even then, Ilya always made a point of pinning Shane down. Shane can still feel it if he closes his eyes: the silver cross Ilya wears dangling cold against his skin, and the sound of Ilya’s ragged breath in his ear. He loves it—the feeling of being held there by someone who actually can. Shane smiles at his reflection. He definitely has a thing for being pinned down. Lately, though, it’s been different. The hotel rooms turned into tuna melts in Ilya’s Boston apartment and long nights on his massive sofa. And Shane, being Shane, freaked out. He remembers storming out of Ilya’s place, stammering some lie about an early practice while trying not to see the hurt in Ilya’s eyes. Maybe Ilya can feel him starting to spiral again, because he suddenly reaches across the gearbox and takes Shane’s hand. The shift happened so slowly Shane didn't even notice. Ilya Rozanov—the arrogant Russian superstar who can score fifty goals or bruise Shane’s hips with the same ease—has become something else. Shane doesn’t have a name for it yet. He just knows he somehow ended up asking Ilya to come to Norway. He blames the drugs they gave him in the hospital after his last concussion. They were good drugs. He still remembers Ilya visiting him in that white, sterile room, his large hand brushing Shane's cheek. It was the only thing that felt real. Now, though, he’s stone-cold sober and terrified. Coming out has never felt like an option. Not in their world. The locker room is still a place where "faggot" is a punchline and any sign of being "soft" is a target. Even with guys like Scott Hunter leading the way, the fear is still there, eating at him. Every time he thinks about the flight back, a knot tightens in his chest. The new season is waiting for them, and the questions won't stop looping: What if Ilya decides this is too much work? What if the distance and the risk aren't worth it? Or worse—what if he stays, and ends up in a grey interrogation room back home because he’s been "corrupted" by a Canadian? It sounds like a bad Cold War parody, but the fear is real. Shane is most definitely freaking out. Again. Ilya strokes the back of Shane’s hand with his thumb. He meets Shane’s gaze, and his eyes are uncharacteristically kind. Fuck. Maybe it will be easier in the woods, away from the slurs and the cameras. He hopes so. Because when this car eventually turns back toward the airport, summer is over. The world will expect them to be rivals again. Just the thought of it makes it hard to breathe. *** “We should’ve bought the one that expands,” Ilya says. “Like fucking Transformer.” He sounds just as pissed off as he does after a missed breakaway in the third period. They’re parked at the base of a trail that goes straight up the mountain. The plan was simple: pitch the tent, look like they know what they’re doing, and start hiking before lunch. Instead, it’s a total disaster. This tent—bought during a rush of "we’re going to be outdoorsmen" energy in Oslo—is more complicated than any play Shane has ever seen on a whiteboard. Shane leans against the rusted Ford and just watches him. He can’t help but smirk. Ilya Rozanov, who can deke out the world’s best defenders, is currently losing a fight to a pile of orange nylon. His hair is a mess, and he’s somehow managed to tangle a cord around his ankle like a trap. For a guy who spent the whole flight acting like a mountain was just another challenge to beat, Ilya looks exactly like what he is: a prince from Moscow who grew up in five-star hotels. He knows as much about the woods as Shane knows about Russian opera. In the NHL, someone else handles everything. Someone else books the flights, carries the bags, and makes sure the towels are warm. Out here, there’s no PR team to make their incompetence look like "grit." “The box said it’s a four-man tent,” Shane says, holding the manual. It’s written entirely in Norwegian. “Only if those four men are very small,” Ilya mutters, “and have no personal boundaries at all.” He gives the fabric a shove and looks up at the grey peaks and the endless trees. “Seriously, Hollander. You bring me to the edge of the world just to prove we are both idiots?” “I think we bought a garden ornament,” Ilya adds, kicking a pole. “Not a shelter.” “Maybe it’s a test,” Shane says. It’s the kind of empty encouragement he usually uses in the locker room when they’re down by three. “If we survive the tent, we might survive the trip.” That arrogant grin flickers across Ilya’s face—the one that’s way too charming to ignore. It makes it hard for Shane to keep his guard up.
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Ilya makes pelmeni by ilovelesbianism
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Ilya’s love language is food… Shane has food issues. Will Shane be able to enjoy a Russian meal Ilya cooks for him? Good thing Ilya is a supportive boyfriend.
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- #76740171
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Shane is used to the intensity, the roughness in wanting, not this. Or, Ilya gives Shane a bath while he's sick and he's struck with the realization that they're only naked together when they have sex.
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- #76637351
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you are god over the storm, and i am yours by justhockey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
He learned how to play the role they all wanted to see him in - learned how to wear the mask. But not with Ilya. Shane has never had to tone himself down for Ilya, never had to make himself smaller or quieter or more palatable. He has never had to shrink so that he is easier for Ilya to hold.
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- AO3:
- #76730636
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Alpha’s don't get pregnant. Or at least, they don't normally get pregnant. Most of the time an Alpha interested in getting pregnant will opt to transition to an Omega (or get themselves Bitched) in order to have a baby. But after retirement… Shane really wants a baby. He wants Ilya’s baby. There's nothing stopping them now, no modeling no hockey, nothing. And Shane is so fixated on it. He knows there's an extremely low chance that he'll ever take, but Ilya’s been down to help make Shane's dream happen.
- Part 2 of alpha² hollanov
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- English
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- AO3:
- #76669026
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Such a Pretty Crier by Bruja_oscura
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-29
Shane is still learning that he doesn't have to be perfect in his own relationship. Ilya is still learning the rules of Shane's bad days. So when Shane tries to push him away after a crushing loss, it leads to a tense argument. But ten years of rivalry are no match for Shane’s tears; the second he starts to cry, Ilya folds like a house of cards. Or: Shane tries to starve himself as punishment for losing, Ilya tries to feed him, and it turns into a very soft night of pampering because Ilya is legally incapable of staying angry at a crying Shane.
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- English
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- AO3:
- #76626856
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Breaking the Cycle by TheOceanIsMyInkwell
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-29
When Shane was freshly sixteen, Yuna came home to find him freaking out by himself at the kitchen island. He was perched on one of the bar stools with his entire torso slumped across the counter and his arms extended in front of him, hands balled into fists on the granite. His head was buried between his shoulders and he didn’t sound like he was breathing. Yuna didn’t say anything for a solid thirty seconds. Alarms blaring in her head, she silently tossed her purse to the side and beelined for her son with her hands out to comfort him. --- Or: Five times Yuna suspected Shane was gay, and the one time she finally found the right words to say.
- Part 27 of Author's Favorites
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- AO3:
- #76667786