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The World's Worst Thief by theemporium
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-10
“I would hope not,” JJ snorted, nodding as his eyes glanced at Shane’s shirt for a short moment. “Looks a bit big, Hollzy. Trying to put on some muscle and take my spot as Montreal’s enforcer?” Shane frowned, glancing down at the shirt he had thrown on without a second glance. He wasn’t proud of the way he let his alarm run through, keeping him twenty minutes late from the schedule he had planned in his head. It was fine, he reached the airport on time (and was earlier than half of Team Canada). But it had left him frazzled. So frazzled that he hadn’t even stopped to think about the shirt he pulled on. His cheeks burned with stark realisation as he glanced down at the black Bauer shirt he was wearing. It wasn’t his, and JJ clearly knew that too considering it was at least two sizes bigger than the ones Shane usually wore. Because it was Ilya’s. . Or, Shane's habit of stealing clothes from a certain blond Russian and being caught red- handed a few times.
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when i'm low (then i call out to you for comforting) by Icantthinkofagoodusername7
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-10
“Fuck it,” He mutters in Russian before just pressing his thumb down onto the phone next to Hollander’s contact. Ilya puts it onto speaker, listening to just up to the first half of the second ring before pressing the big red button, not letting it go on any longer. Fuck. He drops his phone and presses the palms of both of his hands to his eyes, trying to stabilize himself. Ring. His heart practically jumps out of his chest when he hears the sound coming from his phone. He looks down at where it’s sitting on the bed, the screen reads “Jane." Fuck. Out of panic, Ilya declines the call but quickly makes his way to his messages app, finding Hollander’s contact and typing out a quick few messages back to back. Ilya: did not mean to call. Ilya: was accident Ilya: no need for call back Ilya takes a deep breath and sets his phone back down only to be met with an immediate response from Hollander. * OR, 5 times Ilya had a nightmare & called Shane + the 1 time Shane was there to comfort him in person
- Part 14 of Solstice Fics :o
- Part 1 of my hollanov fics (aka im mentally ill and can't stop writing about them)
- Part 11 of 5+1 things :))
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don’t touch, that’s the rush by starblushed
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-10
He liked it when Rozanov held him down, more than he would ever admit, liked those big hands around his waist, around his wrists, pressing on his back so his chest would lie flat on the bed and his back would arch to give Rozanov the perfect angle to take him apart. He liked it when Rozanov held him tightly and kissed him gently, he liked it when Rozanov looked at him like he was the only thing in the world. Omegaverse Ilya and Shane try something new in bed, with unexpected consequences.
- Part 1 of HARD (hollanov omegaverse)
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Shane gets sick, Ilya deploys babushka’s remedy and cuddles ensue.
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Change on the Fly by raywrites (haunt_me_then)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-08
“34 is not that old, Ilya. And he’s in amazing shape too.” Ilya says nothing for a few seconds and Shane glances up again from typing to see he’s being stared at with teasing eyes. He hates how the look still makes his heart flutter and neck go warm. “Amazing shape,” Ilya parrots in a poor North American accent. “So kind of you to notice, Hollander. Good to know for future matches.” The smirk that launched a thousand penalty shots. “Or maybe you just like looking at older boring hockey players? Good to know for me.” - Shane knows he’s the jealous type. He just didn’t know Ilya would be even worse.
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The boys play Mario Kart after a night of fucking and make a bet that only leads to, you guessed it, more fucking. Hollanov.
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Shane thinks of universes in which the plane never lands. Or, an alternative continuation of the post plane scene. In which Ilya is nowhere to be found, and Shane is mourning the love that was kept silent,
- Part 1 of Emergency Number
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"What are we going to do?" Shane whispered. "I will tell them it was me." Rozanov said, interrupting them both. "You would do that for Shane?" David asked. "Is only way." "Ilya, don't be stupid." "Tell me other way then, Hollander." Shane's eyes went glassy again. "But - you won't be able to go home. Russia. It won't be safe for you-" Hayden exchanged a look with J.J. This whole situation was so fucked. (someone working at the hotel leaks a picture of shane entering ilya's penthouse)
- Part 1 of ways they didn't find out
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“Daddy?” a soft voice whispered and a hand touched him a few times. Shane opened his eyes, and in front of him there was his sweet daughter, in her unicorns pyjamas and a messy ponytail, holding her teddy bear. “I can’t sleep”. “Come here, love” Shane murmured, patting the bed. Irina nodded and climbed the bed, settling in between Shane and Ilya, who was still sleeping. She gave Shane her back and curled up behind her papa, holding with one hand Mr. Bear and with the other Ilya’s shoulder. Shane made sure that everyone was well covered by the blanket, then let his arm wrap his daughter, his husband and, of course, Mr. Bear.
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Little Bit Wiser by dabforpalermo
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-06
Shane Hollander has four issues right now. Two of them are found tucked behind his back molars, the third is his crippling fear of dentists, and the fourth is a husband who doesn’t seem to care that he’d rather die than step foot in an orthodontist’s office.
- Part 2 of Hollanov
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What If I Can't Close My Eyes Without You In My Head? by theemporium
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-06
Five more minutes, Ilya told himself, fighting the slow, sleepy blinks and the dangerous urge that wanted nothing more than to pull the duvet over the two of them. Five more minutes and then I will go. Hollander is asleep, he can’t bitch about any risks. Ilya woke up fifteen minutes later, warm and content. He ignored the feeling as he slid out the bed, his chest tightening at the way Shane grabbed the pillow he was sleeping on and tugged it closer. He quickly got dressed, letting his eyes linger on Shane for a few more seconds before quickly slipping out the room. . Or, in which it takes a therapy session for Ilya to realise that Shane Hollander is his favourite weighted blanket.
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It’s exactly three minutes after Ilya leaves Shane’s condo that Shane is in the bathroom, putting toothpaste on his toothbrush, when his eyes spot it. He hasn’t been back here in a month, which means the waste bin is empty, save for the white trash bag, and the condom Ilya had tied off and discarded in it.
No. He isn’t going to untie the condom and swallow down what’s inside. That’s a crazy thing to do. It’s a crazy thing to think, even, so he shakes his head, as if doing so will dislodge the thought.
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Shane drinks Ilya's cum from a used condom and feels a lot of things about it.
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with a temper like you by starblushed
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-05
Lily: What did Hunter say to piss you off? Me: What? Lily: You got in a fight with him last night. Lily: Why? Ilya confronts Shane after the fight with Scott Hunter on the ice, and edges the truth out of him.
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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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"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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Shane stares down at the three positive tests on their bathroom counter in shock. This was not what they had planned. It was too soon. They had only been married for a little more than a year and the press had just barely stopped writing think pieces about their relationship once a week. This would put them right back in the spotlight. or, Shane and Ilya are expecting
- Part 1 of and baby makes three
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A Study in Devotion by ThePromptWasntThisLong (shredded_potato)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-04
Shane, prickling with insecurity after seeing paparazzi photos of Ilya with an ex, tries to pick a fight. Ilya disarms him completely by sitting in an armchair and calmly ordering, “On your knees.” When Shane hesitates, Ilya adds, “You want to prove you’re better than a memory? Show me.” Or, Shane is jealous. Ilya is more than ready to fuck him out of it. Translated in Russian
- Part 3 of Cross-Checked & Kissed (smut oneshots)
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“You’re too far,” Shane murmurs, voice still gravel-rough. It’s barely an inch of space, but it feels unbearable. Ilya’s answering laugh ghosts against Shane’s cheek. “I’m right here.” “Not close enough.” Shane’s fingers curl at the nape of his neck, tugging him down until their foreheads meet. OR: Shane and Ilya, and domesticity.
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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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Shane regretted keeping his observations to himself because Ilya, pale and sweating after putting on his gear, basically collapsed on the ice. He was filled with dread, disappointment, and self-loathing the entire ambulance ride to the hospital. He allowed the love of his life— his other half—to wave off his pain to avoid an argument. Or Ilya Rozanov has an appendectomy.
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