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---- DADDYLONGDICK81 ➥okay i'll come but ➥i wont be alone ➥i will come with someone He managed to find himself a decent shirt, even if it was a bit wrinkled, and put it on. He fixed his hair while gathering Raisa's things into their bag. The bag that had multiple Hello Kitty stickers all over it. HOCKEYBOY24 ➥What? ➥I thought I was very clear when I said I'm not interested in threesomes or anything like that. I'm looking for something serious. DADDYLONGDICK81 ➥no no it is ABSOLUTELY nothing like that i swear ➥i will explain when we get there ➥please just give me a chance ---- or: a broke, single girl-dad ilya rozanov goes on a grindr date with one rich shane hollander.
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Celebrity Crush(ed) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-03-22
It is a truth universally acknowledged that naming Shane Hollander as your celebrity crush does not make you gay.
It just means you love hockey.
- Part 2 of crackin' open a cold one
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i'll let you set the pace ('cause i'm not thinking straight) by aidaninkling
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-03-21
And oh, Ilya was a weak, weak man. Because Shane had clearly gotten the wrong advice from someone along the line. And as his RA, his mentor and guide in the first year of Shane's college career, he was meant to correct that. Steer his charge clear of such horrible, terrible ideas as asking their “straight” RA to teach them how to kiss behind their boyfriend's back. Say no, malysh, you really don't need to worry about this, your first kiss should be with someone you love and trust and really want to kiss. “Okay,” he said, instead, and thought that at least he wasn't going to be sent back to Russia. He was going to be sent straight to hell.
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Will You Love Me (At My Worst) by boredatuni
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-21
When Shane’s insecurities escalate after giving birth, Ilya decides to fuck him in front of the mirror.
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Chirping 101 with Ilya Rozanov by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-21
Shane rolls his eyes and spits onto the ice. “Gonna play a clean game, Rozanov?”
Ilya laughs. “Unless you give me reason not to, Hollander.”
“That’s pretty weak.”
“Just like your backhand.”
“Oh fuck off.”
Ilya shakes his head, tutting. “Not good enough, Hollander, sorry. Want to try again?”
Shane huffs. “Don’t have time, gonna be busy kicking your ass.”
Ilya glances at the warm up timer, realizing belatedly that they actually only have a few more minutes. “Alright, fine. I will be expecting better during the game!”
“Expect whatever you want, Rozanov.” Shane pauses. “Except for winning. You’re not getting that.”
“Ooh, good one! Keep ‘em coming!”
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In which Shane and Ilya are mic'd up during a Voyagers v Centaurs game. They get into a chirp-off. That's is.
- Part 1 of Ilya "professional ragebaiter" Rozanov
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It's the Raiders' 2013-2014 season and Ilya has the C for the first time. He's ready to face the challenge head on. What he isn't ready for (he finds out quite quickly) is the team's brand new star rookie, Shane Hollander. There's something about him that keeps snagging Ilya's attention. And the first time Ilya puts a hand on the back of his neck, well, he certainly couldn't have predicted Shane's reaction to that...
- Part 2 of dream team
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Tequila Sunrise and the Dalton Investigation by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-03-19
The Boston boys have a mystery on their hands.
This one involves several tequila sunrises, Ilya Rozanov's heart eyes, Scott Hunter's help, and an out-of-control group chat.
Are they up for the challenge?- Part 9 of Just Game Changer things that my brain needs to write
- Part 5 of Hammer/Sebbin is my close personal headcanon
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The problem was, Ilya couldn’t quite explain it himself. After a few minutes of ruminating, he finally settles on: Why do I want to eat my husband? Top result: Wife found guilty of cannibalising her husband, remains found in basement Ilya frowns down at his screen. Well that wasn’t it. He huffs quietly in frustration, before backspacing and trying again. Wanting to squish and bite my husband The search lags, and Ilya taps the tips of his thumbs impatiently against the screen, chewing on his bottom lip. Finally the page refreshes. Top result: Why boundaries in relationships are important Ilya rolls his eyes, on the verge of giving up. or Ilya has a severe case of cuteness aggression when it comes to his heavily pregnant husband, and he doesn’t quite know what to do about it.
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#PlayboyHollander and #LoverboyRozanov you will always be famous by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-16
Set after my previous fic "The Whole Time", can be read as a stand-alone but it will make more sense if you read that one first. Both are also set post The Long Game.
It's Ilya's turn for his own Wired Autocomplete Interview and, unlike Shane, he refuses to run his mouth... or that was the plan at least... whether he's successful or not, that's up for debate.
Including, once more: lots of teasing, lame jokes, cursing, viral tweets, trending hashtags and one exasperated Shane Hollander.
- Part 2 of The Wired Saga
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‘I look forward to getting to know you more, husband-to-be.’ Ilya smirks, tongue wrapping around the last word with relish, a hand coming to trace the freckles dusted across his cheeks with a surprisingly delicate touch.
Shane smacks his hand away with a snort, tampering down the blush threatening to make itself known to instead snap out a frosty retort. ‘In your dreams.’
Except all Ilya, the Prince of Rozan, has to offer is a dark smile and wandering eyes. Shane can feel them burning through his clothes, his shoulders resisting the urge to curl inwards and shield himself from Ilya’s gaze.
‘Oh, but you already are. Am I not in yours, sweet prince?’
or: Shane, Crown Prince of Hollaith hates Prince Ilya of Rozan with a passion. So the idea of marrying him is his worst nightmare - right?
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Shane Hollander was perfect; the perfect son, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect friend. He had spent years refining perfection, making sure he was the picture of it. It was second nature after all these years; a suit that didn’t quite fit, but that he’d gotten used to.
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Shane is very pregnant. Ilya is obsessed with his pregnant husband. They have very hot sex. Pregnant Hollanov smut. Don't like, don't read.
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Shane Hollander: Most Wanted by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-11
Set after Shane comes out to his team. Now that more and more people find out he is gay, he is also getting a lot more male attention.
Meanwhile Ilya gets progressively more jealous and wants to remind everyone exactly who Shane Hollander belongs to.
Also they're idiots in loveor
5 times Shane had to reject a guy giving him attention
+1 time everyone found out why- Part 3 of Hollanov/Centaurs Texting/WAG Fics
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Ilya, two weeks after having another hook-up with Shane, has a one night stand with a girl.
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She's got her mouth open, too, ready to snap at him to leave, because Shane does not need this right now. He can come back, if he has to, when her son's less fucking vulnerable, high on painkillers and reeling from mood-swings; not that she thinks he will, which, good. Really, she's just about to, when Shane's voice sounds. "Ilyaaaaa!" he lets out delightedly. For another long moment, nobody moves. Rozanov's face has contorted. His brows are furrowed and he's looking only at Shane. Is he confused? Yuna's pretty damn confused. Because– "Il-yaaaa!" Shane repeats, loud and sounding – ecstatic, really. Absolutely ecstatic. Yuna stares at Shane's bruised face and tries, desperately, not to cry. She loves hockey, loves it with all her heart, is obsessed with Montreal and her son's career – but she hates it, too, when it leaves Shane broken, collapsed on the ice. It's not okay. It's never okay, seeing him there, helpless and hurt. It's even worse when she's not there. Yuna and David had been at home when it'd happened. They'd put the game on in the background, as they were wont to do with all of Shane's games, and Yuna'd been ironing as David made dinner, the two of them talking lightly together about nothing much. It'd been perfect, really. Her younger self would never have thought it, but she lives for those quiet evenings with her husband, easy and calm, the smell of good food wafting through the house and the croon of the speaker in the background. A good night, she'd thought. Shane'd been on his A-game. In the face-off, he'd stolen the puck from Rozanov, and raced across the ice, and he looked like he was really, truly enjoying it. He'd been smiling. Yuna'd remarked on it. Then, suddenly, silence. Yuna'd looked up at the sudden hush. The audience's usually a constant white noise, the calling and hooting and booing merging together into one dull sound. The commentators remarked on every pass Shane made, especially tonight, when they were playing Boston. Silence was never – ever – good. She hadn't known who it was at first. There was just a figure in a blue jersey, smashed onto the ice. She'd stood up, squinted. Was it Hayden? But no, PIKE was there, plastered on the back of the figure throwing himself onto the Boston player that'd caused the fall. Was it Gagnon? Then – "And Shane Hollander's down!" the commentator had announced, and everything in Y una went still. Shane's been injured before, of course. It's hockey. Yuna'd been forced to cope with it ever since Shane was nine and first bowled over by one of the other players – bigger than him, bulkier than him, always more aggressive than him. He usually gets up, though. He usually gets up. He doesn't this time. After that, everything blurred into one. David had sprinted upstairs, and he’d grabbed the overnight bag that they'd never used, that was needed only for emergencies, and then he'd been down and Yuna'd remembered how to breathe again and they were in the car, rushing- rushing-rushing to where their son was, miles away, being carted off to hospital in Montreal. They'd got there as soon as they could. It wasn't soon enough. But the doctor had calmed them, reassured them, told them, "Your son's alright, Mr and Mrs Hollander, he's just got a fractured collarbone and a mild concussion. Don't worry." Then he'd added, with a friendly grin, "He'll be out for the playoffs, though, I'm afraid." A Voyageurs fan. As if Yuna cared about the playoffs.–Shane would, though, she remembered, and told herself to give a brittle smile and thank him. She did. She's here, now, sat at his bedside. It's not a familiar position, not like it would be for a lot of hockey families. Shane's just that good. Yuna's overwhelmingly glad it's not. She doesn't think she could cope if he got himself in here every season. It's been a few hours since he'd first woken up, blinking dazedly at her and David, drugs pumping through his system to keep him relaxed and pain-free. It'd been startling, actually, the easy grin that slid onto his face when he'd spotted them. Shane'd smiled slow and smooth and genuine. It'd crinkled his eyes up and he’d been squinting, too, because of the bright lights, and he’d looked happy. Happy and loose in a way that made Yuna realise he was usually so, so tense; so, so stiff. He'd been slow to wake. He'd shifted, and grumbled to himself, and Yuna and David had rushed to his bedside to be right there when he finally blinked himself to consciousness. His head flopped a bit, and he’d muttered something she couldn't quite make out that sounded like "Ill-ya," and repeated it over and over again. She still doesn't know what it means. He'd stopped saying it when he realised she and David were there, had quietened down and looked at her and then beamed. Then his grin had gotten smaller, regulating, but he'd greeted them in a soft, slurred voice, and very quickly gotten tired again and drifted off. That'd been around midnight, Yuna thinks, maybe later. David had exhaled and kissed her and gone off to book them a hotel for a couple days. Yuna couldn't bring herself to go with him. Because he knows her, and he loves her, and probably because he feels better if Shane has one of them there, he'd gone without protest. She'll join him tonight, she thinks. When Shane's been awake for more than just a few minutes. She just sat with him, watching him breathe; she checks the clock and the heart-rate monitor every so often. She'd managed to get a few hours in around three a.m., crashing in the stiff armchair in the corner of the private room Shane's in, and she'd woke up again at half seven, her phone glaring in the dull dark of the room. One of the nurses must have switched the light off when they'd seen her asleep. Yuna's thankful. Now, the little numbers on the screen say 08:47. Visiting time's started. Not that anyone'll be by for a couple hours yet, thank God, because Yuna really can't deal with people right now. Except David. He should be here shortly too, the only saving grace. Him, she always wants by her side. As if summoned by her thoughts, there's a gentle knock at the door, and it's pulled open. David walks in, circles under his eyes, but they're certainly not as bad as hers are bound to be. His expression softens when he looks at her, and she smiles a little helplessly. "How's he doing?" he asks lowly. "Alright, I think," she says honestly. "But –" "It's never easy seeing him like this," David agrees. Yuna lets out an exhausted sigh. "Yes," she says. "Yes. Nothing's changed since you left. He's just..."
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Still, the knife is a firm pressure into his lower back, his fists balling up at his sides, and his breathing irregular from the blade digging into his back. Behind him, a thick and velvety Russian-accented voice offers as he pulls the wired headphones out with a strange amount of something approaching care, “Perhaps, you are stupid for leaving door unlocked, Mr. Hockey Star.” AKA: these two are fucking freaks and roleplay a break-and-entering uhhh non-con situation but they're both bad at being casual about it.
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With a smirk, he extends his hand to encircle Ilya's wrist, his thumb grazing the tattoo's edge, having committed the placement to memory. He looks ahead into the buzzing sea of microphones, cameras, lights, and reporters. The image they must make on camera is undoubtedly counterproductive. Ilya towering behind him, encasing him between his arms on each side of the table, glaring into the room of reporters that had dared to attack their integrity. “I believe the last question was about possible disciplinary actions against us?” In which, following his final Boston game before moving to Canada, Ilya flaunts his new tattoo during an interview. Years later, the world finally learns who it really stands for.
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Ilya ‘My husband Shane Hollander’ Rozanov by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-03-07
The Boston Bears find out that Ilya Rozanov is extremely obnoxious about being married.
or, Ilya Rozanov is forced to remember that his former Stanley Cup winning roster was made up of dumb hockey players.
POV Cliff Marlow because I think he's hot.
- Part 1 of Just Game Changer things that my brain needs to write
- Part 2 of Chronicles of the Boston bar with the sticky tables
- Part 2 of Hammer/Sebbin is my close personal headcanon
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"When did you guys fall in love?" "Guys," their teacher warned. "That's not a question about their careers." Ilya was already looking at him when Shane glanced over, wearing that stupidly fond smile. Shane felt his own lips twitch in response before he could help it. "Is very good question, actually," Ilya announced to the room. "Hard to say exact moment." He tilted his head. "But pretty fast, I think." Shane's chest clenched. The classroom full of nine-year-olds dissolved. Max's mortification somewhere in the background didn't register. For a moment, Shane was seventeen years old again, watching Ilya Rozanov highlights for the tenth time that week and running out of ways to explain why. "Yeah," Shane said, voice catching slightly. "Pretty fast." Shane and Ilya attend career day at their son's elementary school. It ends with Shane going off on another parent and embarrassing their son.
- Part 9 of Our House
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It's Nice to Have a Friend by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-03-05
When Cliff Marlow falls in love for the first time, he can't stop talking about it. Ilya can relate but Shane is still a secret. Slowly, he starts to consider letting Marlow have the occasional detail about his clandestine romance. After all, it's nice to have someone to confide in, even if you leave out most of the truth.
Or--Shane gets Hayden, Ilya needs a pal too.
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