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At the penalty box, Shane grinds his jaw so hard his ear starts hurting. Then he remembers that ESPN caught one of his players using a homophobic slur in front of the most famous gay player in the league, flaunting Shane's authority as team captain in the process. His ears are ringing and he feels like a zoo animal, but he catches Scott Hunter’s eye for long enough to say, “I’m sorry,” then averts his eyes. When Hunter says nothing, Shane looks back up long enough to see the guy bracing himself to say something pitying, and Shane would rather die, so he cracks a joke first. “So what d’you think? Most dramatic way to come out in the NHL? Or do you still have me beat?” Hunter snorts so hard he almost overbalances, then looks at Shane like he’s lost his fucking mind. “I think we don’t need to talk.”
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last name (first name) by londonfoglatte (nimbus2003)
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-04
part 1: five times they're forced to be Hollander and Rozanov -- and one time they get to be Shane and Ilya. OR it took thirteen years to get to this table. to earn the right to be Shane and Ilya. it was worth every damned second. part 2: five times they choose to be Hollander and Rozanov -- and one time they choose to be Shane and Ilya. OR after years of hiding, it's a joy to wake up with a choice.
- Part 4 of hollanov 5+1
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Every Boston Raider knows that although their captain has a girl in every port, he’s got a soft spot for the one in Montreal. Dr. Shane Hollander knows it’s better to have a semi-regular source of casual sex than try to make a relationship work during residency. Ilya Rozanov knows that the doctor he’s fucking in Montreal is unaware that he plays hockey, and in fact probably thinks he’s Bratva. A week before training camp begins, one of the front office people—a generally mild- mannered older woman who prefers to be called Miss Sheila—calls Ilya in for a meeting with the coaching staff that turns out to be an ambush. While they can’t technically force him to house a rookie, which has allowed him to put it off for years with increasingly stupid excuses, time appears to have finally run out. “You can’t pick and choose which parts of the captaincy you want to take on,” LeClaire says. “You have the C, so fucking act like it.” “No one else speaks Russian,” Miss Sheila adds, like that’s Ilya’s fault and not a decision that’s been actively made by management for the last eight years. You can’t throw a fucking rock in Madison Square Garden without hitting five Slavs. “I live in an apartment,” Ilya says. “No room for rookie.” “You live in a four-bedroom condo,” Miss Sheila says. “Three bathrooms and in-unit laundry. I looked it up on Zillow.” “My condo is on Zillow?” Ilya says. Miss Sheila ignores this egregious violation of Ilya’s privacy to continue, “Do you have any roommates sleeping in one of those three other bedrooms?” “Roommates, no. Guests, yes.” Ilya tries to leer at her, but Miss Sheila is made of stern stuff. “You can still have guests,” she says. “No one expects you to be a monk, Mr. Rozanov. We all know better. But that poor child doesn’t know a lick of English.” Ilya’s seen tape of the new kid—straight out of a fucking Siberian mining town, about twelve feet tall, with chin scruff he probably had to start shaving at age seven—and his nasty slapshot hadn’t exactly filled Ilya’s heart with pity. “I think about it?” he tries. Miss Sheila slides a stapled stack of paper across her desk. “Think while you’re signing these,” she says. “Initial in the yellow boxes.” As he’s leaving Miss Sheila’s office, his phone buzzes in the pocket of his athletic shorts. One vibration, so it’s WhatsApp. Obviously Ilya is a cool fucking customer who would never do anything as stupid as fumble for his phone just because of a fucking WhatsApp notification, but his phone almost slips through his fingers as he quickly digs it out. Jane: I’m going to be in Boston next month. Oct 4-9. Meet up? Shane’s in Boston every October. The North American Society of Something Extremely Boring’s Annual Meeting. Fucking CME, Shane had complained to Ilya once, a little awkwardly. He never seemed to realize that when he lied (which embarrassed him, because he was a good Canadian boy who had been raised right) the subsequent flush would make his freckles stand out. So whatever this Boston conference is, it has nothing to do with CME, whatever the fuck that is. But it is a excuse for Shane to fly to Boston every October and Ilya’s hardly going to give that gift horse a fucking dental exam. After a careful, deliberate pause–he counts a hundred seconds–Ilya sends back a thumbs up emoji. ~ Three years before, on a chilly November evening, Ilya had been irritably sucking down on the cigarette pinched between his thumb and forefinger in front of a pair of automatic doors that had claimed to lead to the MUHC emergency department. He’d barely heard the hiss of the doors sliding open behind him, he’d been so annoyed. “Here is a thought,” he had said to Marleau, darkly. “The next time that cocksucker thinks he can fuck up one of my guys, I send the pieces of him back home to his mother in a tiny box.” “Probably it’d be a big box,” Marleau had replied. “Like. Realistically.” “Fine,” Ilya had said, punctuating his statement with a deep drag on his cigarette. “Next time, I send him home to his mother in a medium-sized box. Overnight shipping.” “Uh,” someone had said, “you’re not supposed to be smoking here.” When Ilya had twisted to shoot an annoyed glare over his shoulder, a man in bright green scrubs had been standing behind him. He was wearing a grey knitted sweater that was unzipped and laying open across his broad chest and a lanyard with plastic-encased cards looped around his muscled neck. His pretty face looked annoyed the way a very fluffy kitten might look annoyed after being scruffed. Without quite meaning to, Ilya had let his eyes trace the wing of his dark hair, long enough to be pushed back from his forehead and behind his ears. “Da?” Ilya had said, exaggerating his accent. The guy’s mouth had flattened and he’d jerked a thumb over his shoulder towards the automatic doors, which were plastered with a number of large stickers that explained in both English and French that neither loitering nor smoking ought to be occurring in their vicinity. “No English,” Ilya had said. The guy had rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he’d said. “Who cares if you compromise the care of the critically ill patients inside this building, eh?” This had gotten to Marleau, predictably; he’d elbowed Ilya in the side and whispered, “Maybe—?” Ilya had sucked pointedly on his cigarette and ignored Marleau. He had felt something zip up his spine, not dissimilar to the sensation he got in the milliseconds before a face off, when he knew that because he was faster and smarter and meaner he was going to win. He had casually strolled towards the disgruntled Canadian in his bright green scrubs, exaggerating his steps. He’d wanted the man to notice Ilya’s big frame in its expensive suit, the handmade leather dress shoes that were never scuffed because Ilya only ever wore them on game days, the diamond-encrusted tie pin that he’d bought himself to celebrate when he’d won the Calder.
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apply pads (shock now!) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-04
When Paramedic Shane Hollander and EMT Hayden Pike start working nights, they expect to spend their shifts getting fucked over by Response Paramedic—and notorious asshole—Ilya Rozanov.
Shane does end up getting fucked, just not in the way he was expecting.
(shane just wants to do his job and ride the ambulance. ilya thinks shane should be riding him, instead.)
- Part 1 of return of spontaneous circulation
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Butter soft in the moonlight by eatmyass
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-03
Ilya smirks. “What am I doing?” His thumb drags over Shane’s mouth more roughly this time, making his lips part in an unflattering way. There’s something about the way Ilya’s holding him, butter-soft leather digging into his skin. Something about the way Ilya looks in the dim lighting, dark clothes blending into the shadows. Maybe it’s Ilya, tall and imposing, standing in the dark with his gloved hands gripping Shane hard enough to hurt. “Hurting me,” Shane whispers. ——— Shane buys Ilya a pair of leather driving gloves, and then gets so worked up seeing him wear them that he spontaneously invents consensual noncon.
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Across the Stars by Strange_johnlock
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
Ilya adjusts the blanket around Luna, shifts his gaze away from her sweet face and towards the sky. It is full of stars, bright here, far away from the city. Hundreds and thousands of them, and the same person who has placed the freckles on Shane Hollander’s cheeks and nose must have sprinkled them onto the firmament. “Ah, husband withdrawal makes me a romantic, I think,” he whispers, and Luna makes a sound that must surely mean she agrees, but thinks he has gone mad. ___ Ilya deals with Shane being away on his first road trip. The Hollanders are there to help. And Shane, well, he is full of surprises.
- Part 3 of Moon, Sun and Stars
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Ilya noticed everything about Shane. The way his scent gradually sweetened, until it made Ilya so crazy that he made his own personal home at the base of Shane’s neck. There was also the mental fog, stuttering halfway through actions and moving onto something else, like the cookies that Shane had left in the oven yesterday. Yes, the oven was on. Yes, he almost burned down the kitchen, but, frankly, it was endearing. Almost as endearing as the way Shane subconsciously drifted into whatever room Ilya was inhabiting, no matter what task occupied him. Like, for instance, when Ilya had been changing and suddenly Shane had dragged a blanket and pillow into the closet with him and curled up on the floor. OR shane doesn't realize hes going into heat but ilya does :P
- Part 2 of the omegashane agenda
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Ilya’s cigarettes have always been easier than love...but Shane tastes too good to keep smoking. It isn't easy to quit smoking, Ilya knows that. He's tried, multiple times without success. Something Shane has quietly, stubbornly hated since their rookie year. An off-season at Shane’s cottage forces Ilya to confront the habit he’s clung to for comfort, the one that could keep him from fully being with the man he loves.
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Anesthesia is a Blessing by cyrenae
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
“Wow… who is that handsome guy? Another nurse?” Shane giggled. “Hi handsome!” Ilya had to try everything in his power not to lose it. Thank god Yuna was filming this. This moment had to be treasured one way or another, and he was already looking forward to the moment Shane would see this once the anesthesia wore off. “Not a nurse. Your husband of 3 years, Ilya.” “Husband??” Shane almost got up excitingly, which led to the nurse having to calm him down a bit. “Oh my god nurse, I hit the jackpot! Look how handsome my husband is!”. Or: Shane gets in an accident on the ice and goes under for surgery. Ilya is absolutely unprepared once he wakes up.
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Shane’s autism makes love complicated—until Ilya makes it safe. Shane Hollander loves deeply—but quietly. Crowded rooms, public affection, and the constant noise of the world weigh on him in ways he struggles to explain, especially when standing beside someone as open and radiant as his husband. Shane’s autism shapes how he experiences love, touch, and connection, often leaving him trapped in his own head, convinced he isn’t enough. Ilya knows better. Through gentle control, unwavering patience, and fierce devotion, Ilya becomes Shane’s anchor—guiding him back into his body, his breath, and the safety of being loved exactly as he is. Across moments of vulnerability, intimacy, and raw honesty, Shane must learn to voice his fears and trust that his differences are not a burden, but something Ilya cherishes. This is a story about quiet love, consent spoken and unspoken, and two men choosing each other again and again—softly, fiercely, forever.
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for the hope of it all by CountingRaindrops
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
Wanting to get an escape from the ‘power couple’ taking the media by storm over the last couple of months Ilya decides to escape to a place where no one cares about Shane Hollander. Russia. Sure it wasn’t a place Ilya loved to be these days but he needed the break for a few days. Shane Hollander finally took the first step towards his own betterment— okay, Rose slowly walked him into that step but it counted— and now he felt more ready to try and go for what he really wanted. Only life had other plans for them both.
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The Case of the Missing Puck: Solved (and held over Hayden Pike's head) by Icantthinkofagoodusername7
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
“Where's the remote?” Shane asks in a slightly raised voice so that Ilya can hear him from the kitchen. Ilya walks over, leaning against the doorway to watch as Shane looks in between the coach cushions, “Pike must have it.” “What?” Shane takes the moment to stop what he’s doing and look up, his eyebrows furrowing together in that way that Ilya finds adorable, “Why would Hayden have it?” “Because some people never change,” Ilya answers easily. “What? He hasn’t taken anything before, he-” Ilya shakes his head, standing fully straight again and walking over to behind the couch, leaning slightly forward so that he can look into Shane’s eyes when he says, “That is not true. The puck. 2017. He took it mid-game- mid-play! An attempt to sabotage and-” Shane does a mixture of scoffing and laughing, picking up a pillow and throwing it at him, it bounces off of him easily, “Oh my god, Ilya, that was twenty five years ago! Let it go.” * OR, during one fateful game in 2017, the puck randomly disappears from the ice, Shane and Ilya accuse each other until it's found in Hayden's pant leg. Ilya does not let this go.
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All Shane needed was physical comfort. He cried in Ilya’s arms, just as Ilya had. And both of them knew the fact that they were still there──both times──meant way more than they could’ve imagined. Ilya needed Shane to be okay. Shane wanted that for him, too. Each other's anchors. In which Shane has a panic attack the night before his first game back.
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“Yes, sweetheart. I’m here.” She tries to school her voice into something neutral, something that hadn’t been up all night, pacing Shane’s luxury hardwoods. The place felt haunted without him, not just empty—but expectant. Ginger ale and coke in the fridge, four pieces of salmon marinating in lemon and thyme. There’d been condoms on his nightstand. And lubricant—which was good, wasn’t it? He obviously cared about his partner. Or partners, David had said, unhelpfully. ~~ Or: Yuna visits Shane in the hospital.
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“Yes. I went back to my dorm and answered your boring homework about L’Hopital’s Rule.” Ilya chirped, his usual smirk finding its way back to his face, and Shane couldn't help but reciprocate.
“Fuck off. They're not boring. It's to help you.”
“Yes, they helped me fall asleep fast, like a baby.” Ilya continued to tease him more, and Shane shoved him playfully.
Shane wanted to beat himself for being so easy against Ilya Rozanov. No matter how hard he tries to repress his feelings, just a smile from Ilya and he's already crumbling.
or a hollanov AU where shane becomes ilya's math tutor
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Shane and Yuna have a longer conversation outside. This takes place right after Shane accepts his mother's apology for making him feel that he couldn't come out to her.
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Shane thinks Ilya doesn't notice. Ilya does. Of course he does, he’s the love of his life, how could he not notice? OR Shane struggles with trichotillomania, but Ilya makes sure he knows he is not alone.
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Ilya telling Shane to go away at the Olympics except Shane actually starts ignoring him. Ilya realizes he’s losing him and doesn’t want that.
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know it's for the better / no, it's for the better by selfishambition
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-03
Ilya Rozanov has been carrying his mother's ghost since he was twelve years old. Sochi is where the weight finally breaks him. Russia is eliminated in the most humiliating loss in their history, and their captain sits on a twelfth-floor balcony railing thinking about letting go. Shane Hollander has a gold medal game in fourteen hours. He comes anyway.
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Shane knows something is wrong the moment he steps onto the ice against Boston. For a split second, he considers admitting he's sick but after weeks without seeing Ilya, there's no way he's canceling tonight. Only the fever hits harder than expected and instead of sex, he gets something else. Something softer.
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