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It has been six months since Ilya Rozanov has texted, acknowledged, or said anything at all to Shane Hollander after the Sochi Olympics, and Shane is on edge waiting for the day Ilya might talk to him again. They finally face one another at a pre-game conference, and the Russian man at Shane’s shoulder acts as though nothing is wrong. After the conference, Ilya corners Shane in a bathroom to antagonize him further and pushes a little too far. When they finally face each other on the ice, Shane does something he has never done in all his years in hockey: he throws a punch.
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“Jesus Christ.” Shane says with feeling. “Mm, Jesus Christ.” Ilya Rozanov’s voice pipes up behind him. “Oh god.” Shane says with feeling. “Yes. Oh god.” Ilya Rozanov’s voice pipes up from behind him. “Oh shit. Holy fucking shit.” Shane says, swaying a little where he stands. “Am I dying?” “Pretty sure is panic attack. Place head between knees.” It was placing his head between knees that got them into this predicament in the first place. Or How far can Shane spiral after accidentally bonding with his hockey rival? Apparently, quite a bit.
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"God, you're such a fucking asshole," Shane said, but his breathing was beginning to even out. "You love it." Rozanov's voice filtered through the phone. A pause. "You feel better now?" "Yeah... thanks," "Good. Listen to me properly, Hollander. Scott Hunter doesn't know shit about us. And if he does, why has he noticed it, hmm? Think about that." Shane let out another laugh, almost hysterical sounding. "You can't seriously be suggesting that Scott Hunter is gay? You're fucking crazy, Roz." Oh my God. The pieces clicked together. Shane and Rozanov? (shane calls ilya after he fights scott hunter. hayden & jj overhear)
- Part 2 of ways they didn't find out
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Printer’s Alley by OpalApparition
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2025-12-05
They’re not dating. They’re barely even friends. Shane should be in bed preparing for tomorrow’s game. But when Ilya shows up in Nashville wearing a stupid cowboy hat and that dangerous smile, things go from routine to risky: meeting up with Rozanov is a terrible idea. Dancing with him in a crowded bar where anyone could see is worse. But Shane’s never been good at saying no to Rozanov.
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“Fuck yourself,” Ilya said without shame. “With me. Right here. Right now.” He pulled back just enough to look Shane in the eye. The suggestion was so blunt, so depraved. They were in a public facility, for fuck's sake. They could get caught. “I can’t,” Shane whispered, the denial tasting like shit in his mouth. He felt his own cock stirring, thickening against his thigh, and he winced. “You can,” Ilya insisted. He leaned against the tiled wall, one hand moving down his own body. “Look at me, Hollander. Watch.” All Shane Hollander wanted was to shower off the stink of a loss. He didn't expect Ilya Rozanov to join him, let alone to call him out on the hard on he'd been trying to ignore. "Fuck yourself," Rozanov dares him. And, God help him, Shane does. Shane Hollander kicked off the ice, chest tight, legs burning. The game was over, and they’d lost--again. He’d left everything out there, and it still wasn’t enough. The locker room door slammed open. He needed the shower, get the smell of his gear off of him. He peeled off his jersey, tugging it over his head, and felt the fabric cling to his skin from sweat. The thing he hated most about hockey was how disgusting you felt afterwards. Relief came as he stripped the rest of his gear. Socks, skates, his cup, and he immediately felt better. He moved toward the row of showers at the back, looking over his shoulder the locker seemed to be empty, and he was grateful for it. He stepped under the first head, flicking the lever and letting hot water hiss to life. The sudden spray hit him, shoulders first, then back, chest, arms. He tilted his head under the pounding stream, closing his eyes. The heat pressed against his skin, loosening the tight coil in his muscles, but the frustration stayed. “Still brooding, Captain?” Hollander kept his eyes closed, face up into the spray, letting the hot water fan down over him. “Go away, Rozanov,” he said. Rozanov’s laugh came. “Is that how you speak to me after a hard loss? We should be bonding,” he said, and Shane could hear the other shower turning on somewhere across the room. “Sharing our pain, no?.” Shane’s jaw clenched beneath the water. There was nothing he wanted to share--not with Rozanov. The memory of the final shot hit him again, the puck teasing the edge of the net, his blade missing it. He’d fanned on the shot, left the game on the ice, and no amount of ice baths or post game analysis would fix it. Nor would being harassed in the shower by Rozanov. “There’s nothing to share,” he said, the sound almost swallowed by the hiss of water. He wanted the isolation. And sharing it with Rozanov... felt like opening the wound and inviting someone else to poke at it. The water beat down on his shoulders, tracing the lines his bruises and Shane let himself sink into it. He didn’t need Rozanov’s commentary to make the bitter pill of failure any harder to swallow. He had enough voices in his own head for that. “I disagree,” Ilya’s voice was closer now, right behind him. Shane could feel the heat from his body, a separate warmth from the steam. “I see much pain. In your shoulders. In your jaw... In your cock.” A finger, warm and calloused, traced the line of Shane’s clenched jaw. “Is bad for you to hold so much... tension.” Shane flinched away, turning finally to glare at him. “Don’t touch me.” But his protest felt weak, even to him. Ilya stood there, completely unashamed, water sliding down his broad chest and over the hard muscle of his stomach. “Why not?” Ilya asked, his head tilted. “Nothing to be ashamed of.” He took a step closer, invading Shane’s space. Shane’s breath hitched. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied, his voice rough. Ilya’s smile was slow, knowing. “Yes, you do.” He let his gaze drop, pointedly, to Shane’s cock. “See? Your body knows. It is honest.” “Fuck you,” Shane breathed, but there was no venom in it. “Maybe later,” Ilya said, his voice a low purr. “For now, there is simpler way to… release tension.” He leaned in, his lips brushing Shane’s ear. Hollander’s heart hammered against his ribs. “What?” “Fuck yourself,” Ilya said without shame. “With me. Right here. Right now.” He pulled back just enough to look Shane in the eye. The suggestion was so blunt, so depraved. They were in a public facility, for fuck's sake. They could get caught. “I can’t,” Shane whispered, the denial tasting like shit in his mouth. He felt his own cock stirring, thickening against his thigh, and he winced. “You can,” Ilya insisted. He leaned against the tiled wall, one hand moving down his own body, slow and deliberate. “Look at me, Hollander. Watch.” His eyes never left Shane’s as his fingers wrapped around his own cock, already thick and hard. He gave a slow, lazy stroke, his breath catching slightly. “See? Nothing to be afraid of.”
- Part 4 of heated rivalry: explicit collection
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Jane: We didn't even kiss. The words stare back at him. They fucking taunt him, the same way Ilya does with that wink of his, with his smirk and his deep voice. Abruptly, Shane feels pissed off and a little like he’s grasping for something that’s slipping away. He feels the way he did in that bathroom, the first time he had Ilya’s attention for months and didn’t want to let Ilya escape without stealing more of it. The elevator door opens. Shane does not get off. Instead, he presses the button for Penthouse 1 and hits send on We didn’t even kiss. He watches the floor numbers increase as the elevator carries him back to Ilya. Shane has no idea what he’s going to say to the asshole but he knows he has so many words that are about to burst out of his mouth. Fuck you being the first two. OR Shane goes back for that kiss.
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“I don’t want to sound like an asshole man, really, but… why him?”
Shane had heard this question a hundred times by now, from all sorts of people, in various tones. Some people were more serious than others, most genuinely didn’t get it.
“Of all the available guys in North America, why Ilya Rozanov?”Or: Shane has heard the question again and again, but for once he really thinks about it
- Part 3 of Hollander-Rozanov (they hyphenated)
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the kitchen sink sundae by luvzosanxo
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-11-30
he could feel his face heating up and turning red before he opened his mouth because he was growing impatient with this teasing and taunting bullshit that could wait until they leave this kitchen. "okay, please do something — anything , please." "you want me to fuck you in the kitchen?" "iIya, please — fuck me or so god help me I'll kick you out for the- holy shit." or hollanov the fic where after the team wins a game and iIya comes back home to a pleasant surprise from his husband shane.
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angel, can't you see? by beartrap (osmanthusmoon)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-11-28
Shane and Ilya's daughter loses her first junior hockey game. Well versed in the experience of high expectations and difficult losses, they guide her through it.
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stay good under pressure by jafffacakes
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-11-28
Shane and Rozanov don’t usually work together. In fact, they never do. They work on different client teams, since there’s no need for more than one person at their level in the squad. They’re simply too good. Quite frankly, they cost too much. So when Scott says that he wants them both to drop whatever they’re working on, because he has this client proposal that’s due on Friday — literally five days from now, Shane’s counted — it’s unprecedented. Shane has a million reasons why this is a bad idea, waiting on the tip of his tongue. First of all, he’s not sure he actually can work with Rozanov. He feels panicked at the thought, can feel his tie getting tighter around his neck, threatening to close off his supply of oxygen at any moment. Scott glances between the two of them, at Rozanov sitting calmly and Shane feeling like he’s about to have a heart attack, and asks, “I assume you two get along okay?” Rozanov looks across at Shane, licks his lips slowly before he speaks. “We are very close.” OR, a Hollanov co-workers AU
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Sometimes Shane forgets that this is real, that he’s married to this man he’s spent so long wanting, that he has the life he was sure was just a fantasy. He forgets he plays on the same team as Ilya, that his days off are Ilya’s days off, and that they can spend them together doing whatever they want. It hasn’t quite stuck yet, and Shane still feels his attachment to the Voyageurs like a phantom limb.
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The reassuring quiet of boring days by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-11-20
Ilya calls Shane "boring". It's a joke, it has been for years. One night, alone in bed while his husband is out partying, Shane wonders if it could be more than that.
- Part 2 of Hollander-Rozanov (they hyphenated)
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The Cup (i'll believe in anything) by JR_ooc
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-11-16
Shane wins his second Stanley Cup and goes out partying with the Metros. He's surprised to find a certain Russian hockey player is in the same city. Early HR fill-in. We never did hear about Shane winning the cup and celebrating. Where was Ilya? Well. I had some thoughts.
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Ilya spirals after a lost game, blaming himself for all of it. Shane takes care of him and takes him out of his own head.
- Part 1 of Hollander-Rozanov (they hyphenated)
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the way you do it with ease by theoneiam2277
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-11-13
Smacking a kiss onto Shane's cheek like he did after the All-Stars, Ilya grins in challenge. Shane's not taken off his helmet yet, so the angle was awkward, but when he glances nervously at the team around them no one seems judging, so he smiles shyly. Ilya's open affection is a lot to get used to. Even after a while with this team, he still fears they'll react badly, but they never do. In fact, their team members seem elated. "You tell him, Captain!" Bood laughs. "We should hang a banner. Danger: Beware of Ilya Rozanov's husband." "Why do you get a victory kiss and we don't, Roz?" Troy calls teasingly. --- Or, the one in which Hollzy gets kisses.
- Part 2 of endgame (Shane/Ilya)
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The plane—Ilya’s plane—is diverting to the closest airport. Shane's next breath doesn't quite make it to his lungs. Suddenly, he is a few years in the past, hearing J.J's voice: "Woah. The Centaurs' plane had to make an emergency landing." It's not the same. It's not. Ilya's way home is full of delays, and Shane doesn't deal with it so well.
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it's too close for comfort by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-11-02
The doorbell rings just as Shane is finishing brushing his teeth – the first thing they rose to do, because he wants to kiss Ilya good morning – and he and Ilya exchange a confused look in the bathroom mirror. It's barely dawn, and Ilya's curls are adorably tousled from sleep as he scratches his ribs lazily, toothbrush dangling from the corner of his mouth.
Shane hesitates, then rinses his toothpaste out and runs a hand through his hair. "Fuck, it's probably anti-doping."
No one else would be here at this hour – unless it's an emergency.
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They’d both given each other spectacular blow jobs, but Shane didn’t have time to linger or bask in the afterglow. They needed to rehydrate and get some electrolytes in them given that their next game was only two short days away, his mind already churning over strategy. He padded over to the kitchen, leaving Ilya sprawled on the couch. “Lasted almost a minute, that’s got to be a record, Hollander,” he chirped. ...or, a post-BJ disagreement over a Centaurs hoodie turns heated, but in a fun way.
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“Go away,” Ilya said, his voice muffled by something. Shane would bend space and time to give Ilya anything, but he would not grant him this. Instead, he pushed the door open, his heart breaking at the sight of Ilya in his massive bed, somehow looking tiny beneath the covers. “Ilya,” he said, the name escaping like an exhale. He had so much to say. So many things that needed fixing. So many apologies he owed him. “Shane, please-“ “I’ll go.” “Yes. Thank you.” “No - not… not to Montreal. To the party. If you’ll still have me.“ OR Shane attends Boodram’s Boxing Day Party. This is how it goes.
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“You know - my biggest fucking fear came true on a huge scale. The entire planet found out I’m gay, Ilya can never go back to his home country again, my life blew up, and none of you asked if I was okay. I can’t believe I almost gave him up just so I would never have to face this exact reaction from people who yesterday I would’ve considered family. I can’t believe what I almost let you all cost me.” And then, quieter, “I can’t believe how little it took for you to throw me away.” Hauling his bag over his shoulder, Shane stared around the room, one more glance at the men he’d given the best years of his career to. “Best of luck next year without me.” OR Hurt by the team's accusations that he let the Centaurs win, Shane gets his pain off his chest before leaving the Voyageurs' locker room for good.
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