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Jackie is the #1 Hollanov Shipper (Hayden is Reluctantly #2) by Zimmercj
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-23
The Pikes and Hollander-Rozanovs have a night in, trying to adjust to the changes after Ilya and Shane are outed, and the team turns on Shane. Jackie and Shane try (and mostly fail) to make their partners behave, and Jackie wants deets.
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- English
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- 2,470
- Chapters:
- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76241361
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Not Just on Christmas by Nusilverwolf
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-23
Ilya and Shane have their first Christmas together as a married couple. Gifts are exchanged and naturally the two compete to see who is the better gift giver. Will Shane win with his sweet sentimental gift? Or will it be Ilya's fulfillment of one of Shane's fantasies?
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- English
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- 9,683
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76242691
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Domestic bliss between Canada's finest hockey players turned lovers, Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander.
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- English
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- AO3:
- #76244366
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Shane catches a cold and Ilya makes him a tea. The hotel’s carpet, patterned in a taste Ilya found offensive, carried him toward the end of the hall. With each quiet step, the knot in his chest cinched tighter. Excitement tangled with trepidation, the need to touch Shane pressing harder than the fear that this time, the door would remain closed. Perhaps Hollander had already written off their handful of hurried meetings as a fluke. A mistake. But this was Boston. His hometown. And Ilya had already been lucky once tonight. A five–three win, an additional two goals on his record-breaking season. Midnight had only just passed; maybe the day still owed him one more kindness. When he reached the room number Hollander had reluctantly given him in passing, murmuring in the hallway behind the rink before the game, Ilya paused. He glanced over his shoulder, down the empty corridor, confirming no one would witness him slipping into his competition’s room. Then, with a staccato drum beating beneath his battered ribs, he raised his hand and rapped his knuckles against the door. Time slowed to a near halt as he waited, restlessly tapping his foot against the floor for any shuffle behind the door. Nothing came. He knocked again, harder. Most of the Metros were likely out drowning Boston’s nightlife, but Ilya was certain Hollander wasn’t among them. There was a long list of things he still didn’t know about him, but one truth had surfaced early: number twenty-four wasn’t a fan of parties, or drinking, or dancing. Boring, Ilya had declared at the time, unwilling to admit he’d found the abstinence quietly endearing. It was rare, after all, for a man in his early twenties, at the prime of his life, blessed with a generous salary and a face most people recognized, to spend his nights watching juvenile YouTube videos and sipping Ginger Ale alone in a hotel room. He lifted his hand to knock a third time. The soft vibration in his jeans pocket stopped him. Can’t happen tonight. Sorry. Disappointment bloomed bitter on his tongue. He swallowed it down, refusing to give it room to linger. So that was it. Their fling, short-lived, messy, clumsy, infuriatingly fun, was over Even as Ilya tried to accept the truth of it, his hand betrayed him, knocking anyway. At the faint rustle of bedsheets behind the door, he tugged out his phone and typed a quick reply. I know you’re there. Open up, Hollander. Somewhere inside the room, he heard a humorless sound bleed through the silence. Half a laugh, half a breath. Then, a cough. It sounded hollow, dry. Another text. Go away, Rosanov. Ilya’s determination was fierce, an unstoppable force. It was what had carried him this far, onto Boston’s starting line, into the life he’d dreamed of as an eight-year-old with a pair of used skates and only the roughest grasp of English. That same tenacity refused to let him walk away now. He sighed, dragging a hand through his brown curls as he weighed his next move. Someone’s going to see me. It wasn’t dignified, dangling the threat of exposure over Hollander’s head. Rumors would spread fast if he were found loitering outside a competitor’s hotel room in the dead of night, and they’d damn Ilya just as thoroughly as they would Hollander. Still, when it worked, satisfaction curled warm in his chest. The deadbolt slid free, and the sound sparked low in his stomach. “Get in,” Hollander rasped. “Now, you idiot.” “So excited to see me,” Ilya teased, slipping through the narrow opening and pulling the door shut behind him. The television was the room’s only light, its flicker casting long shadows over the rumpled sheets and a small pile of Kleenex on the nightstand. Ilya’s gaze snagged there, drifted to a bottle of NyQuil, then lifted back to Hollander. Red nose. Swollen eyes. Instinctively, he stepped back. “You’re sick.” “You think I was playing like shit for fun?” Hollander snapped, though the bite didn’t land. Whatever fire he’d burned on the ice was gone now. The man in front of him was spent, shirtless and damp with sweat, trousers hanging low and wrinkled on his hips, exhaustion etched into every line. Still, Ilya’s attention lingered. He couldn’t help noticing the shape of his bare arms, remembering the way those fingers had slid up his chest, over his cheek, through his hair. “Not worse than usual,” Ilya shrugged, resisting a smile when Hollander rolled his eyes. “Fuck off,” Hollander muttered. Their usual banter fell flat when every word cost him something, when his limbs dragged as he turned back toward the bed and nearly collapsed onto the edge of the mattress. “You want to get sick too? You’ve got a game tomorrow.” “I am Russian,” Ilya said simply. “Russians do not get sick.”
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- English
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- AO3:
- #76243066
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Nowhere to go but on (together) by DaughterofLegends, ticiakitty
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2025-12-23
Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov both need one thing to live their dreams of playing for the NHL: a mating bite. Shane's an omega, and the League doesn't allow unmated omegas to play hockey. Ilya's a Russian alpha, who needs a mate to get a U.S. visa. Their slightly harebrained solution? Bite each other, and let the unfinished bond fade. After five years of stupid texts, awkward heat-care packages, and dancing around their feelings, the bond still hasn't faded and ignoring it has become impossible—something's got to give. -- Contains spoilers for those who have only watched the show, and for The Long Game. A/B/O AU that very loosely follows canon. Happy ending!
- Part 2 of Lying to the NHL, but make it A/B/O
- Part 4 of Fighting Puritanism, one smutty Hollanov AU at a time
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- English
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- 9,062
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76287076
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The (more than) 12 Years of Christmas by JayeReid1
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-23
. “Papa… what did you do at Christmas when you were a little boy?” “Solnyshko, Papa was never little boy. Always big, strong man.” .
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- English
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- AO3:
- #76256451
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what's your love language? by omis
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-23
Ilya is in the midst of losing the biggest game of his life when stupid Shane Hollander decides to make his presence known. “Looking pretty rough out there, Rozanov,” Shane teases. Ilya refuses to look at him. As pretty as he is, Ilya can’t get distracted right now. - Ilya and Shane are the coaches of two very intense youth hockey teams. Ilya is a very attractive man who single hockey parents want. Shane is a very possessive man who needs the world to know that Ilya is strictly off-limits.
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- 1/1
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- AO3:
- #76285086
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Shane Hollander loses a game. He can’t lose a game. He can’t speak. He can’t think. Ilya takes care of him.
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- AO3:
- #76249506
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“Lily,” Hayden says automatically. “You know about Lily?”
Something flickers across Rozanov’s face. His jaw twitches. “Yes, I know about Lily.” He raises his eyebrows.
Hayden feels like a complete asshole, all of a sudden. There’s just been too much going on to even think about Shane’s mystery girlfriend. “Shit, I should probably, like, call her, or something? I don’t know this girl at all, but Shane’s been obsessed with her for years. If she was watching the game, she would have seen him get hurt.”
“You don’t need to call her,” Rozanov says, and when Hayden glances at him, he still looks fucking miserable but now he’s rolling his eyes, a much more familiar expression of disdain on his face. “She’s sitting right here.”
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Hayden Pike and Ilya Rozanov are waiting for Shane to wake up after he took a bad hit on the ice. They get to talking.Chapter 2: Ilya and Shane talk about what it means, now that someone knows their secret.
Chapter 3: Shane and Hayden hash out the big reveal.
Chapter 4: Ilya tells Svetlana the big secret.- Language:
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- AO3:
- #76049831
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Shane Hollander was good at keeping secrets. He’d been keeping a pretty big one for over ten years and nobody had found out about it that he hadn’t wanted to. The secret in question of course was that he was married to his arch-rival on the ice, Ilya Rozanov. In which Ilya takes a hit on the ice and Shane is forced to tell hosptial staff that he's his husband in order to see him, thus outing their big secret.
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- AO3:
- #76221806
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tell me you belong to me by BlackLilies
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
Shane was never the jealous type. Until Ilya Rozanov came into his life. 5+1 times fic
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- English
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- AO3:
- #76180471
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yeshche odin by EverythingsAvengers
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
Jane: Did I do something wrong? Please, Shane thinks, blinking rapidly. Tell me so I won’t do it again. (Or: the one where Shane drops and Ilya does something about it.)
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- AO3:
- #76183521
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When Ilya walks out of the hospital room after visiting Shane, his warnings don’t go far. Shane only lasts so long before he is spilling earnest words to the nurse about his most recent bedside visitor, Ilya Rozanov.
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- English
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- AO3:
- #76185796
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christmas at the cottage by evansbuck_ley
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
Ilya feels breathless as he walks into the cottage. The living room is a magic, Christmas wonderland. The lights covering the cottage cast a warm, golden hue all around, beams are covered in tinsel and garland. The tree is so big and beautiful, standing tall in the corner of the living room. The fireplace has been lit and is burning hot, the soft sound crackling of wood filling the air. He can’t help but think about the first time he walked into this cottage and how much has changed since then. Back then, when it was just Shane’s cottage. When it was a place where they came to hide, to finally love each other the way they both so desperately been craving for years. Now, it is their home. aka a cottage fic, just a few years down the road The drive to the cottage is long. So boring and long. It doesn’t help that there is a thick blanket of snow covering the roads and Shane is driving ten miles under the limit. Ilya can practically feel the anxiety radiating from his body, by the way his shoulders are tense and how hard he is gripping the wheel. “You drive like grandma. We would be there by now if you put foot down.” Ilya jokes from the back seat. Shane’s eyes briefly shift to the mirror so he can shoot daggers at his husband before turning his attention back to the road. “I’m being careful. We have precious cargo in the car.” Ilya rolls his eyes and smiles fondly. Because he is right, there is precious cargo in the car. And said precious cargo is too busy watching the snow flakes fall from the sky through the window — giggling and babbling away to herself as her father tries his best to not freak out in the driver seat. “Your papa, he worry for no reason. Isn’t that right, Iris.” Ilya says gently as he taps his daughter on her nose. Her soft button nose with speckles of freckles covering the bridge. So beautiful just like her father. Iris Hollander-Rozanov, 9 months old and the light of Ilya’s life. She is practically Shane’s twin, soft dark hair and twinkly wide eyes — not that Ilya is complaining. She rolls her head so she is looking up at Ilya now rather than out of the window. A smile spreads across her face, gummy and bright as she reaches up to press her chubby fingers into his cheeks. He lets out a soft gasp and Shane momentarily whips his head around. “What? Is she okay? Do I need to pull over?” “She’s fine. Eyes on road.” Shane huffs as he turns back round, his shoulders hitching up closer to his ears. “Sorry, I just-“ “I know,” Ilya cuts him off, because he does know. Shane has been freaking about this trip for nearly a month now. Getting himself worked up over the what if ’s and worse case scenario’s. He is an over-thinker, has always been. So naturally, when they became parents, his anxiety increased by 1000%. “Is okay. Only ten minutes until we are at the cottage.” Ilya says softly as he leans forward, reaching to rest his hand on Shane’s shoulder. He brushes his thumb over the soft skin of his neck and the tension begins to melt away. “I bet is looking very Christmassy.” He changes the subject as he leans back to sit more comfortably. Iris is still quietly babbling away beside him as she grabs for his finger. “Yeah, mom said she has gone all out. She wanted to make Iris’s first Christmas extra special.” Shane replies with a smile. It would be extra special, Ilya thinks. They don’t really come by the cottage during the winter, there really isn’t much point when the lake is frozen over. But Yuna thought it would be nice for them all to get away for a few days, to be able to celebrate together as a family in private — which both Shane and Ilya agreed easily.
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- AO3:
- #76214476
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when i talk to you, cupid walks right through by side_eye (lokwacious)
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-22
Ilya’s head hurts, his throat is dry as ash, but this man is HOT. Somewhere, a beeping noise accelerates, but Ilya only has eyes for this man. Or! Shane’s husband hits on him, then cries when Shane tells him he’s married.
- Language:
- English
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- 1,646
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76189431
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It's all winter here, even in August by thecrowtit
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
"биполярное расстройство." Shane was quiet for a moment, ticking through the words he had learned and picked up over the years. As Ilya suspected, this was not one of them. Inevitably he asked, "what does it mean?" It was Ilya's turn to be quiet. Or a continuation of Ilya getting mental health treatment after the Long Game ends that nobody asked for and him coming to terms with being diagnosed with bipolar 2.
- Language:
- English
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- 11,252
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76196041
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Three Rooms: The Hospital by Pennandreamer
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
Shane is off his face on morphine. Ilya has no such luck. What if...free of his normal filter, Shane lets loose what he really wants to do at the cottage. What if...Ilya is really into that. Ilya has his heart carved out with a rusty spoon because Shane is sooo adorable in this hospital room.
- Language:
- English
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- 2,658
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76196471
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look how far we’ve come, my baby by omis
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
It’s worse these days—his reaction to Shane looking at him or being in his presence. Ilya thinks it’s just his body’s natural reaction to Shane, but recently Shane's hair has been littered with graying strands and Ilya finds it harder and harder not to drop to his knees every time Shane enters a room. - Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander love each other, love their daughter, and thank all heavens that Svetlana Vetrova is in their lives.
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- English
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- AO3:
- #76214106
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“The fuck are you wearing, Roz?” Ilya jerked his head up and turned around. Cliff Marleau was staring at him with a puzzled expression. “A t-shirt, Marly,” Ilya said. “You’ve heard of them?” “Why the fuck are you wearing a Metros shirt though?” Marleau crossed his arms across his chest. What? Ilya was about to retort, something about Marleau taking too many hits to the head, but when he glanced down, he was surprised, then horrified to see the red and blue Montreal Metros logo in the dead centre of his white shirt. Shane’s white shirt. Fuck.
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- #76216036
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Interview Host - Randy: Would you want to kiss Scott Hunter? Ilya Rozanov: What? No. I kiss Shane Hollander, not Scott Hunter Ilya Rozanov: Oh. Fuck
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- AO3:
- #76217161