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In which Shane has a one night stand and tries to find him through twitter. Shane @ShaneH24 Dear twitter, i am looking for a guy that fucked me super duper well on the 14th september around 1am. He had golden curly hair and his ass was huge and he was hot. Also 6ft. Please and thanks, The guy who needs to be railed again.
- Part 1 of Hollanov Social Media AUs
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“You don't get sick?” Shane asked, accusatory, after a few more seconds. “Da. Of course not. We are not weak like boring Canadians.” He saw Shane’s brittle resolve crack and crumble, and Ilya grinned in response. He swooped down to kiss him again. It was mostly true; but in reality Ilya was taking a moment to be selfish for himself. He knew he wouldn’t be able to see Shane for a while, and he was already a bit…disappointed? He didn’t need anyone else to come; he was perfectly okay having this bit of fun. Or so he had thought. But there was something tugging at the animalistic parts of his brain that he would regret not kissing Shane Hollander tonight.
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you kiss me in a way that’s gonna screw me up forever by spoiledmalk
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
“Okay, fine, fine, fine. I’ll stop bugging you about Miles. Or anyone for that matter.” “Thank you.” “I do have a question, though.” Sigh. “Yes?” “Actually, two questions. One - do you know that guy across the bar? And two - do you know why he’s been looking at me like I killed his dog?” or: For some reason, Shane and Ilya keep running into each other at boring research conferences. Shane’s almost positive Ilya can’t stand him.
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"You won't if you want to fuck me tonight." Hollander had said in Russian. Dmitry glanced up, pausing from where he was unlacing his skates. What the fuck could in the conversation possibly have possibly led to this? He glanced at Rozanov, who'd been smirking and teasing Wyatt only a second earlier. Now, his mouth was firmly shut. All the rest of the team stared at Rozanov. Wyatt laughed. "Oh my God, Roz I don't even know what he said but you are so damn whipped!" "One word from the husband and he shuts up!" Bood crowed. Chouinard jumped in. "Yeah, what the hell did you say to shut him up that quickly, Hollzy?" (4 times shane was less boring than people thought. including hickeys, never have i ever, being in the room next door to them at a hotel, and a russian rookie)
- Part 2 of from the outside
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I'll be Your Father Figure by Signsofsam
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-21
David Hollander loves Instagram. Ilya showed it to him one night while he was having dinner with them, specifically posts from the Foundation and the camps, and it somehow led to David setting up his own account. For the most part, it’s dinner and Yuna and sometimes Shane, but there are also pieces of Ilya there: a completed puzzle, chicken parmesan, ice cream. David can’t post Ilya, obviously, but he wants Ilya to look at his account and know that he’s there, too. When the video comes out, and the boys are thrown into a chaos they don’t deserve, some selfish part of David is relieved because now the entire world can know how much David– how much all the Hollanders–love Ilya Rozanov. Or: Five posts David Hollander makes about Ilya, and one time Ilya returns the favor.
- Part 1 of And I Grew Up Into Something Good
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A Little Bit Harder Now by toasted_kit26
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
“I know, I know. They’re so bad for me and I didn’t even bring them. Fuck my diet. Ugh, I’m just-“ “Hollander, is weed brownies,” Ilya said, jaw agape. “Haas brought them. Is special brownies.” * A stressed Shane Hollander tucks into some brownies at a party, unaware that they have an added ingredient. His boyfriend is not prepared for his reaction, nor is anyone else.
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"He's a fucking liar-" J.J shouted. The anger in his voice finally did it for Shane. The emotions bubbled over. "I get it okay! Yes, I lied! Fuck. But it wasn't just my secret to keep. Don't you get that?" A few of the guys scoffed. Drapeau crossed his arms, as if to say 'so what?'. "Oh, fuck this! It wasn't only my secret! It was his too. What was I supposed to do, tell you anyway?" "No. It's clear you'd choose him over us." J.J said, his lips pressed into a thin line. Shane scoffed incredulously. "Of course I would! Wouldn't you all choose your wives over the team? Your families? Fuck." No one said anything. Glancing around the room, they all seemed in shock. Maybe it was that he'd openly admitted to choosing Ilya over the team. Or maybe it was that he'd referred to Ilya as his family. (post-hayden/video-gate the montreal voyagers reacted badly. shane gives them a little more of his mind this time)
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BREAKING: Shane Hollander has ADMITTED to sleeping with Teddy Bears by leaveittome
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-21
JOHN - Interviewer: Do you feel any emotions towards the Boston Raiders after they injured you, and took you out of the playoffs? Shane Hollander: I feel a lot of emotions towards their team. JOHN - Interviewer: Any in specific? Shane Hollander: Romantic feelings. JOHN - Interviewer: Uh. Romantic? What does that mean? (Presumed) Yuna Hollander: Please excuse him. He’s concussed.
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Shane wanted to get Ilya something special for his birthday, but what did you get someone who bought himself everything he wanted? he was also determined to let his boyfriend know how much he meant to him and that his birthdays were worth celebrating. It was the day before Ilya's birthday and Shane’s anxiety was trying to get the best of him. He had been thinking about this day for weeks now. Birthdays had never been a big deal to Ilya before he and Shane became a couple. Shane felt his heart ache for his boyfriend at the memory of him recalling what his childhood had been like after his mother had died. He had never had a party or even a cake to celebrate let alone a gift of any kind. “If I was lucky, my father would say happy birthday to me as he left for work but that was all.” He had said as they had sat on the dock at the lake cottage, Shane leaning back against his strong warm chest with his head under Ilya’s chin. “I’m so sorry it was like that for you. Everyone deserves to celebrate their birthday.” He said, turning his head so he could put a soft kiss on his left pec, over his heart. He felt Ilya shrug. “Is no big deal. Not important.” Shane leaned up and turned to face him, placing his hands on either side of his man’s face. “It is important and it definitely is a big deal. I only wish that your mother was still here so I could call her and thank her for bringing you into the world and my life.” In the late afternoon sun, he saw the way Ilya’s beautiful blue eyes glinted and his cheeks colour. He leaned in and kissed him making sure he knew he meant every word of what he had said. It was so tempting to tease him about the blush but he knew he would only deny it and give him the standard answer of “Not blushing, Russians do not do this.” “Ah, Hollander, you are becoming, what is the word….a big sap lately. What is next, will I see you reading romance novels?” Ilya said when they broke apart. He obviously had no problem Stirring Shane as usual. Shane shot his boyfriend a hard look but it was difficult to stay mad at him when the mischievous look on his face never failed to make his heart beat faster. “You're such a dick.” Shane said, poking a finger into Illya’s bicep before turning back around to lean against him once more. His skin tingled when he felt his lips brush against his ear. “You love my dick, you cannot deny this.” He purred, his lips brushing the shell of Shane’s ear. Shane felt his own cheeks heating as he remembered what had followed. Ilya had always downplayed his birthday every year but Shane always made sure he had a cake and a gift. The trouble was, it was getting increasingly harder to buy the guy something. What did you get someone who had enough money to get whatever he wanted? Shane knew that Ilya didn't have the same problem because Shane tended to be more pragmatic with his spending. The trouble with that was, Ilya would go overboard with his birthday and Christmas gifts. He always grumbled at him for spending so much but he secretly loved each and every one of the gifts he received. Ilya’s birthday had been on his mind for months now and slowly, he had formed a plan and he was quite pleased with himself. He knew Ilya had been more than a little suspicious a few times but he had managed to distract him to get his mind off the subject. Now it was the next day and Shane found his excitement for what he had planned had grown into the anxiety it would all go as he hoped and that Ilya would love it. Ilya had played an away game the day before and flown back on the first flight the next day. He got the first taxi he could see as he raced out of the terminal, lugging his gear. He hated not seeing Shane for days on end when their teams had out of town games but the best thing about it was the reunion sex when he came back home. His whole being was screaming for it. The ride was maddening slow, the cab being swallowed up by the early morning commuters. By the time the car pulled up to the front of Shane’s apartment, Ilya was ready to explode. He threw money at the driver, not caring if it was too much or not and grabbed his gear and took out his phone. L: Open the fucking door, Hollander J: Well, good morning, birthday boy. Something wrong? L: Yes, I need to see you naked and in that bed. RIGHT FUCKING NOW Ilya had reached the door and heard the lock disengage. He thought about taking the lobby lift but he wasn't going to risk having to wait for it so he started up the back stairs, taking them two at a time. He got to Shane’s apartment door and lifted a fist to pound on the surface but he tried the knob first and it turned freely. He entered the apartment’s spacious open living area, dumping his gear before heading straight for the bedroom. He paused at the door. Shane was laying on the butter soft linen sheets, leaning up against the pillows and padded head board. Wearing only a soft smile. “Hey, did you miss me?” He purred, running his fingers up the full length of his already hard cock. Fuck, this man was such a work of art. Ilya groaned as he began tearing off his clothes, not taking his eyes off Shane’s for an instant. Then he was on the bed, looming over his boyfriend and taking his mouth in a kiss that had them both breathless in seconds. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Shane breathed when they finally broke apart.
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shed some light on me, please by gwand
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
Being a professional hockey player means being in top shape at all times. He does his best to look like it, and he likes it when he feels good with it. He’s pure mass and muscle, the kind that’s unforgiving on the ice, and a blur on his skates. He wouldn’t trade a damn thing for this body of his. But sometimes, a stray cog fucks with his system and makes him wonder how it feels to be soft, too. How it feels to be delicate.
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Ilya’s smirk grew. “Whoever wins MVP gets anything they want.” Shane’s brows furrowed. “Anything?” “Anything,” Ilya repeated, his eyes gleaming. “If you win, you can ask for anything you want.” A thrill went down his spine. “And I’m guessing you already have something in mind if you’ve suggested this bet.” Instead of responding, Ilya leaned down and kissed him—a filthy, obscene kiss that left his dick twitching pathetically against his thigh despite the fact he was completely spent. “You will see, Hollander.” “You’re on, Rozanov.” And, at the time, Shane really did feel good about his chances—orgasm haze aside. Now, standing in the bathroom of a Vegas hotel suite, he almost cursed his own damn competitiveness. . Or, a bet was made and Shane is a good sportsman. That is the only reason he is putting on Rozanov's jersey. Promise.
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Ilya Rozanov hated western Christmas with every part of his orthodox communist soul. Not that those two things could logically coexist, of course. “Are you sure we have to make this?” Shane eyed the biggest pack of mayonnaise he had ever seen like it had personally offended him. Which it probably had. “Oh yes,” Ilya nodded enthusiastically, unloading canned tuna (fine), eggs (fine), fake crab sticks (thin ice), herring (what?), more mayonnaise— “You're going to murder me,” Shane's forehead pressed into its favorite spot between Ilya's shoulder blades. “I'm feeling ten pounds heavier just from looking at this.” “Is authentic Russian experience,” Ilya deadpanned. or Hollanov's 5-step guide to the perfect winter holidays.
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During a high-stakes game between their teams, everything changes when Shane takes a brutal hit and goes down hard, blood staining the ice. The arena falls into stunned silence as trainers rush forward and fans hold their breath. All eyes turn to Ilya. The question hangs heavy in the air, unspoken but undeniable: How does a rival react when the man he loves is lying broken on the ice? The arena shook with thunderous energy. Thousands of fans dressed in rival colors waved signs, shouted chants, and slammed their palms against the boards. It was a spectacle every time the two teams met, but tonight felt charged—dangerous, electric. Shane Hollander skated warmup laps, feeling the weight of all those eyes. Cameras followed him as usual; he was the league’s golden boy, the face of his franchise. A clean-cut hero. The perfect foil to Ilya Rozanov. Shane allowed himself one quick glance toward the other end of the rink. Ilya was stretching near the blue line, long legs and broad shoulders outlined in his dark away jersey. He looked like a storm contained within a man—intense, focused, carved from granite. Everyone saw rivals. Polar opposites. Enemies destined to clash. No one saw the truth. The hands tangled beneath blankets. The whispered confessions in Russian and English. The quiet mornings in Ilya’s apartment, sunlight spilling across intertwined legs. The soft kisses before they split for practice, pretending they weren’t choosing love over the expectations of an entire league. Shane dragged his gaze away as the whistle blew. He couldn’t afford to get lost in thoughts of Ilya—not when they were minutes from going head-to-head. Not when every camera zoomed in for the slightest hint of tension. But his chest tightened with something warm and painful. Tonight, they’d have to pretend they didn’t matter to each other. Midway through the second period, Shane felt good—sharp. His skates cut through the ice like they were part of him. He took a pass, dodged a defender, then stole the puck right off a stick. The crowd roared, vibrating through his bones. Ilya was on the ice too, shadowing him from a distance that would look normal to anyone else. But Shane recognized it—the protective tether Ilya couldn’t fight, even in a rivalry game. Shane accelerated along the boards, eyes locked on the net. He had a lane. One beautiful, narrow lane. Then he never saw the defender coming. A massive body slammed into his blindside. Shane was lifted off his feet, crashing into the boards so hard the impact rattled his teeth. His helmet snapped back. Pain exploded behind his eye. His breath vanished. The world tilted. The puck slid away as Shane crumpled, his cheek hitting the ice, coldness searing his skin. A metallic taste filled his mouth. He lifted his hand, blinking at the smear of red on his glove. Blood. He heard the crowd gasp. Distant shouting. The shrill whistle of the refs. But it all sounded muffled, underwater. Then he heard something else. A roar—angry, feral, unmistakable. Ilya. Ilya Rozanov was already moving before any whistle blew. His eyes widened the instant Shane hit the ice—an expression so raw, so terrified, that his teammate beside him startled. But Ilya wasn’t afraid of losing momentum. He was afraid of losing Shane. He threw his gloves down so violently they slid across the rink. The defenseman who delivered the hit barely had time to straighten before Ilya collided with him like a freight train. “What the—Rozanov!” the player barked, raising his hands. Too late. Ilya’s fist slammed into his jaw with a crack that echoed. He grabbed the man’s jersey, hauling him down, yelling in a mix of Russian curses and English threats. His fist rose again — Two teammates tried to drag him away. He elbowed one in the ribs and threw the other off with a growl, all restraint gone. More players poured in. Sticks flew. Helmets toppled. Punches landed in a frenzy. A full-team brawl erupted—one massive, chaotic explosion across the ice. The crowd rose to their feet, torn between horror and exhilaration. But Ilya saw none of that. His gaze kept darting toward Shane’s motionless body. His chest heaved. Panic twisted his face in a way no broadcast replay could quite capture. He wasn’t fighting to win. He was fighting because someone had hurt the man he loved. And if someone was going to pay for it, it wouldn’t be Shane.
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Ordinary Day by Eye_of_the_Dragon
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-21
what if hayden and shane are like drunk girls, and ilya is the dd im not sure if there's a plot, or if it's just vibes
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Their reunion at Shane's cottage pulls them back into each other. It's intense as always but in the quiet orgasm afterglow, Ilya makes a confession.
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After a panicked call to Ilya about a sick delirious Shane, Ilya drops everything to head home to reach him.
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A silly morning of Ilya and Shane with their daughter Charlie.
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r/Bottoms
First Time Bottoming…
Shane_Hollander24: 7 years agoshaneswood: 2 days ago
ur telling me shane hollander has been on reddit this whole time talking about bottoming and we only JUST found out?- Part 2 of reddit verse
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Ilya drinks to cope and crashes hard. Shane is gentle, patient, and exactly what he needs.
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when a fire starts to burn by HawkinsLocal
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
"How long can you stay?" Shane asks when Ilya arrives at his building, slipping in the back door and racing up the stairs. It's always the question, now: how much time, how many hours can they steal, what can they get away with while the world is looking the other direction. When they reach the top Ilya looks Shane in the eye and says, "Long enough." Or, five times Shane comes first, and one time he doesn't.
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