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After a bad loss leads to him being benched, Shane goes to Ilya for comfort. He wasn't expecting Ilya to come home with more Centaurs in tow.
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In a Language You Don’t Speak by KatWrites_1
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-18
Ilya Rozanov was bad at feelings—and speaking English. Shane Hollander made him feel things he didn’t know how to say. So Ilya said them in Russian instead. The problem was, Hollander didn’t understand a word of it. And Ilya couldn’t decide if that was a good thing… or not.
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Shane is on the verge of a meltdown, and doesn’t tell Ilya. There are consequences.
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'Shane nodded, listening to his boyfriend. He’d realized before, that whenever the other would talk about Russia, his accent would thicken. It would also be like that when Ilya was excited about something. His accent would be much more present again; endearing, really. He also sometimes mixed Russian words into his sentences, something he only ever seemed to do around Shane, though. “What are bliny?” Shane asked then. “Блины,” the other corrected.' --- Shane and Ilya have a late night talk, where Ilya talks about his grandparents for the very first time. Shane decides to cook something for Ilya as he seemed happy remembering it that night. And Ilya is very obsessed with Davids homemade bread. Or, they cuddle, talk and eat.
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A quick rendezvous after a game becomes anything but when Shane realizes that Ilya is sick. Shane does his best to deal with a clingy Ilya all while enjoying a more domestic side of things he never expected to embrace.
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You're just thinkin' it's a small thing that happened (the world ended when it happened to me) by stanzyts
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-14
He isn’t in control. Everything feels cold and distant and empty. Shane stares at his shaking hand, loosely gripping the door handle, and begs it to move, turn, so he can get away. He can’t be here anymore, and yet there is nowhere else he’d rather be. He’s suffocating; there is no air left in this room, he’s sure of it. He tilts forward without meaning to, leaning his forehead against the door, trying to stay upright. Or, Shane experiences subdrop after the events in Vegas, because he absolutely would.
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Shane’s Favourite Movie (Hot Guy Buffet) by BloomBeam
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-01-14
Ilya begs Shane to show him one of his favourite movies from childhood. It doesn’t take him long to realize why his husband likes it so much. Or, When Ilya asks Shane to show him one of his favourite movies, the two of them watch The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. Teasing, and blow jobs, ensue.
- Part 1 of Shane Hollander Loves LOTR
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Shane delivered the Russian greeting flawlessly. “Zhenit'sya.” The music from a nearby speaker suddenly felt obnoxiously loud in the abrupt silence that followed. “Hollander,” Tanner said slowly, “did you just… propose to Rozanov?” Shane decides to learn Russian for completely normal reasons, such as pride, spite, and being deeply in love with his boyfriend. Ilya agrees to teach him as a joke. This goes about as well as you’d expect.
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The puppy sniffed the hard plastic toe of Shane's skate, and then sat down squarely on his foot, as if claiming territory. “If we leave the dog,” Ilya said, “you will think about it all night. You will play like shit tomorrow. And then I will have to listen to you be sad about that for a week.” A defeated sound escaped Shane. “…Damn it.” After a secluded practice session, Shane and Ilya find a cold golden retriever in the middle of a snowstorm - and a sudden power outage. Shane does not spiral (he does). Ilya absolutely does not get jealous of a puppy (he does).
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Shane Hollander was caught kissing his boyfriend and rival, Ilya Rozanov, in the background of a video. He feels as if his world is crashing. Ilya is done hiding and Shane is terrified of the fallout. Shane chooses love but at what cost?
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shane hollander's guide to bottom prep by bisexualbuckley
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-11
Ilya shrugs and runs his hand from Shane’s waist down to his ass and back up. “But you are so good at it. What is English saying? Having it with science?” “Having it down to a science.” “Exactly. Some things come natural to you, yes? Doing your bottom prep stuff. Taking my cock. You are perfect bottom. Made to be bottom. You love to be bottom.” “I do. I love it.” Shane swallows, reminded of exactly where he is and what he’s doing, a cautiously confident smile on his face as he starts to ride more with his legs than his hips. “And you thought I would throw it all away for some Taco Bell.” OR; shane hollander's foolproof bottom prep routine and how his lovely boyfriend takes care of him
- Part 1 of hollanov bottom prep <3
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When he does wake up the lights are off and Ilya’s chest is against his back and Shane knows without even having to look at his phone that he probably should’ve left hours ago. He checks anyway, just in case it’s somehow only around midnight. 2.47am. Great. “Ugh.” He screws his eyes shut for a beat and drops his phone back on the nightstand. The sound of it makes Ilya jump behind him and he spares a moment to feel guilty for waking him up. “Why didn’t you wake me, asshole?” It comes out more like a whine than an actual accusation and Ilya mutters something behind him before rolling onto his back. Shane misses his warmth immediately. “What can I say, Hollander? I wore you out. Thought I should let you rest, huh.” * Every time Shane and Ilya accidentally spent the night together.
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Ring the Bells That Still Can Ring by toomuchplor
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-07
It wasn't any easier the second time Shane got his bell rung. It was actually quite a lot worse.
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“What the fuck is this?” Ilya turns from where he’s scrolling on the couch to see Shane holding up his laptop. On the laptop screen is a familiar webpage. ‘Vodka & Ginger Ale, Ilya Rozanov X Shane Hollander’ “I believe is called fanfiction Hollander, is very popular with young people,” Ilya replies casually. “And would you care to explain why, when I opened my laptop, it asked me if I wanted to publish another chapter?” -------------- I.e. Ilya writes a Fanfic based on their daily lives
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Shane doesn’t respond right away, he just looks at him for a moment longer, before he nods back, mouth curving into a faint smile. A sad smile that Ilya didn’t expect. He breaks the eye contract, turning his face to the side as he starts blinking hard, like he’s trying to force something back. And oh. Ilya’s chest constricts sharply when he realises what the other’s doing. Shane is doing it again. Hiding his feelings before they can spill over. Stopping himself from crying. It’s an odd habit Ilya has noticed from the very beginning, the fact that Shane never truly lets his tears fall. Doesn’t matter how heavy the shine around his eyes becomes, they’re always swallowed back inside. ___________ Wherein Ilya comforts Shane after stupidly proposing the idea to marry Svetlana for a citizenship.
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“Did you… Did you get a whole roll of wrapping paper for it?” “Yes. And ribbon.” “You’re cute.” “Shut up.” // shane’s birthday is next week. ilya has gifts for him.
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Shane has his first really bad migraine while Ilya is around. His boyfriend is very anxious about it but wants to help.
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if Ilya came back to see Shane in the hospital while he's recovering from his concussion
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If he could just get everything right then he wouldn’t be having these problems, he told himself. If he could stick to his shitty fucking diet which he hated, and his grueling workout routine, and manage his schedule to fit in more brand deals and advertisements, if he could fit in extra hours of practice, and on and on and on. Of course, he thought with spite, this would all be better if he could fucking sleep. Or, Shane is falling apart and Ilya is there to pick up the pieces. “I- I’m sorry, I think this season has just been more stressful than usual,” he had tried to tell Rose Landry as she gathered her clothes from the side of the bed. “Of course,” she’d said and offered him a small smile. They both knew he was full of shit, but one thing wasn’t a lie: this season had been stressful. Shane could feel his control slipping despite his best attempts. No matter how many times he tried to tell himself that he needed to get his shit together his grip on normalcy was loosening. If he could just get everything right then he wouldn’t be having these problems, he told himself. If he could stick to his shitty fucking diet which he hated, and his grueling workout routine, and manage his schedule to fit in more brand deals and advertisements, if he could fit in extra hours of practice, and on and on and on. Of course, he thought with spite, this would all be better if he could fucking sleep. It started about a month ago with one restless night and had spiraled from there. Usually Shane fell into a deep sleep after a long day of practice and workouts and whatever else he was doing but lately he just lay in bed, heart pounding, thoughts racing, and definitely not sleeping. Or, if and when he did manage to fall into a fitful sleep his dreams consisted of his own worst nightmares: losing the cup, everyone finding out about him and Ilya, the flash of cameras in his face, or once even a dream that featured Ilya somewhere in Russia being hurt because of Shane. Always, the dreams concluded that whatever bad things were happening were because of Shane and Shane had a hard time not believing that himself. He’d wake up in empty hotel rooms, a twisted scream escaping his lips, panting and sweaty and alone. Of course people had noticed, Rose had noticed before they broke up and Hayden kept asking him if he was okay at practice and Shane brushed them all off. He was fine, he had to be. So what if he wobbled on his skates and always felt like he was seeing through a thick layer of fog. The only person he really wanted to see, the only person who he could imagine would treat him normally, would probably never want to speak to him again. Not after he left, not after he’d dated Rose fucking Landry. God, he needed to get some fucking sleep, he thought, burying his head in his hands and blocking out the fluorescent lights. “Hey,” Hayden said cautiously, “you alright buddy?” Shane snapped his eyes open, “I’m fine,” he growled. Hayden took a step back, his hands raised in surrender, and Shane couldn’t even bring himself to feel bad for snapping at his best friend. “Okay, I’m gonna go get some snacks, maybe try to get some rest on the plane?” Hayden offered, disappearing into the chaos of the airport. Yeah, Shane thought sarcastically, because it's that easy. On the flight to Florida he determinedly ignored Hayden’s concerned looks in favor of reading one of his hockey books until his best friend fell asleep and Shane looked at him with envy. By the time they landed he was ready to collapse into a hotel bed and hopefully never wake up but he knew both of those things were impossible. When they dropped their bags off in their rooms Shane caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror hanging next to the bed. He looked like shit, he thought, carding a hand through his dark hair in an attempt at looking presentable. Even in his newly styled clothes there was no hiding the dark purple circles under his eyes, the new lines of stress wrinkling his forehead, or how pale he’d gotten. “You look like shit,” was the first thing Ilya Rozanov said to him, coming over to sit next to Shane at the bar. “Fuck off,” Shane responded, even as his hands shook as he raised his glass of ginger ale to his lips. Rozanov hummed, “and you're sure you can play tomorrow? Or I need to score all the goals for both of us?” He said with a smirk. Shane glared at him but he was pretty sure he wasn’t imagining the undercurrent of concern in the Russian’s voice. “I’m fine,” he muttered. “Okay,” he didn’t sound convinced, “see you tomorrow then.” “Y-yeah, see you,” Shane muttered as he hastily stood up and left. Fuck. That night he lay wide awake, staring up at the ceiling above him. Rozanov was here, and he didn’t seem to completely hate him. That had to count for something, right? So why couldn’t he calm the fuck down, why was his heart still racing with anxiety? He blinked at the sleeping figure of Hayden in the bed next to him, passed out without a care in the world. Why couldn’t he just be normal like that? Instead he watched the clock tick ever closer to sunrise until it was six am and time to get up. “You gotta eat something man,” JJ pointed out. They were sitting in the hotel lobby and Shane was picking at an orange, peeling it slowly.
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JANE: We didn't even kiss "Fuck." Shane presses his forehead against the elevator wall, his eyes fluttering closed against the tears threatening to fall. His vision darkens at the edges and he can't quite catch his breath, his chest aching. He sent it. His finger fucking slipped and he sent it. The text sent.
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