41 – 56 of 56 Works in Injury Recovery
- Injury Recovery ×
-
To Be Remembered, Is To Be Loved by BrokenColors
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
Shane Hollander forgets his marriage. Ilya Rozanov doesn’t forget how to love him. As Shane recovers from a concussion that fractures his memories, the life they built together resurfaces in quieter ways. Through routine, touch, shared space, and an intimacy that refuses to disappear. Love, it turns out, doesn’t always need memory. Sometimes, it just needs time. -------- tl;dr - Hollanov's Amnesia AU in which Shane's last memory is July 2010, a.k.a the first time they hooked up in Toronto after shooting the commercial. Problem is, it is 2022, and they have been married for almost a year, but Shane cannot remember the past 12 years of his life with Ilya.
- Part 1 of To Be or Not To Be
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 13,876
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76882061
-
Hayden knows. The night after Shane went head first through the boards, he was supposed to be resting without access to his phone so he could recover. Well, he was actually supposed to be calling his mother to tell her goodnight to ease her worry. And the nurse was meant to watch him the whole time so he couldn’t do something stupid, but she was called away, and he could handle himself. Except, now Hayden knows. or Shane, both high off pain medication and with free access to his phone, tries texting Ilya, but unfortunately texts Hayden instead. Revealing his relationship with Ilya before either of them can prepare.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,003
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76684896
-
and this is when the feeling sinks in (i don't wanna miss you like this) by Icantthinkofagoodusername7
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Okay, fuck, he really needs to get in contact with someone who knows something about whether or not his boyfriend is still breathing right now because he can't keep thinking like this. He squeezes his eyes shut, forcing the tears to go away and he calls his mom back, holding the phone up to his ear, hoping that she, somehow, has some kind of update for him; he knows that Ilya made Yuna her emergency contact a while ago, just in case, so if anybody is going to be able to tell him anything it’s going to be her. Unless she hasn’t heard any news, unless he’s dead at the crash site and they can’t identify his body, unless they- ”He’s okay,” His mom says the moment she answers the phone, barely even letting it ring one time and, yeah, she really does know her son. She knows that that had to be the very first thing out of her mouth before anything, otherwise Shane would spiral. (As if he hasn’t already been spiraling.) * OR, the plane from The Long Game actually crashes, Ilya gets injured, Shane rents a car to drive down to him, and he takes care of him.
- Part 16 of Solstice Fics :o
- Part 3 of my hollanov fics (aka im mentally ill and can't stop writing about them)
- Part 1 of would it be enough if i could never give you peace? (is it enough?)
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 9,992
- Chapters:
- 3/3
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76397296
-
Ilya is hurt- and stubborn- refusing medication even though he's clearly miserable. Shane is trying to be a good husband. Then he learns about the woman who would've been his mother- in-law, and things fall into place.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,373
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76711821
-
When Ilya gets injured while swimming in the lake, Shane scrambles to save him from drowning. ("We all get our bell rung, eventually." -Shane Hollander) It was a less than perfect day at the lake. A gray day—little sun. But Shane Hollander was overflowing with light. He felt it on his cheeks, all over his skin, in his bones. He couldn’t stop smiling with it. The cottage itself seemed to glow with a living aura. The night before he was looking into his longtime lover’s eyes when he said—twice in Russian, and then once in English—“I love you.” Shane said it back. And his world shifted like tectonic plates. No day would ever truly be gray again. Ilya Rozanov stood on top of the large, slanted rock on which Shane sat. “Don’t dive into the water, you idiot. It’s shallow here—up to your waist.” Ilya ruffled Shane’s slate-black hair. “I do little jump,” Rozanov said. “Barely dive. Closer to —what do you say—eh, belly flop.” Shane rolled his eyes as he carefully rearranged his hair. “You’re going to belly flop into cold water with bruised ribs?” Ilya winced and wrinkled his nose at the thought. “You dive in there and you’re going to sprain your wrists on the bottom before your feet hit the water,” Hollander warned. “Fine!” Ilya made a show of putting his hands behind his back by stretching his long arms up and around. He clasped his own fingers together and stared down at Hollander. “No arms. Half belly flap, half dive. Yes? Approved?” The fondness for Ilya that glowed in Shane’s heart warmed. “Fine!” he said, pronouncing the word with a Russian accent, speaking it the same way Ilya had a moment ago. “But there’s a downed tree down there so aim to the—” Ilya rotated to the right and dove nose-first over Shane’s knees. “—left.” Shane gulped. Ilya disappeared into the water—all six feet of him—and Shane sighed. He looked around, taking a moment to ingest the view. The hockey captain took in the trees, the horizon on the water, the sky. All beautiful, he concluded. But not as beautiful as Ilya Rozanov’s body in those swimming trunks. That was his favorite view of all. Shane looked down at the spot in the water where Ilya had disappeared, and curled his hands into fists when he realized that a whole half minute had passed. How long could his lover hold his breath? Shane didn’t know. “Rozanov?” he called to the silent lake. “Ilya!” The clouds shifted then. Shane concluded that an entire minute had passed. Sunlight through the trees illuminated the colors of the water—blue, black, teal, green... And red. “FUCK,” Shane gasped at the sight of the blood. He eased himself into the water and started swimming as fast as he could. His leg bumped something solid. Shane took a deep breath and dropped underwater, eyes open. Arms paddling, fingers reaching, mostly blind, Shane felt around for the solid object. Fingers found the underwater tree, first, but then he found something hard that felt like skin, and he pulled. Shane summoned all of his strength and swam for the surface. He emerged gasping, holding the limp, unmoving body in a bridal carry. Rozanov’s head lolled against Shane’s bicep— eyes shut, mouth open. “Ilya!” Hollander shouted at him. “ILYA!” When not even an eyelid flinched, he swore again and stomped toward the shore. Shane had never heard his own heart beating. But it was thundering in his ears when he gently laid Ilya’s waterlogged body down on the grass. Rozanov’s skin was corpse-colored except for the massive gash at his hairline that was leaking blood. “Dammit!” Shane shouted, voice cracking, when water leaked from Rozanov’s blue-tinted lips. He rolled him onto his side and watched several cups of water stream from his mouth. Then Shane knelt, pressed his ear to Ilya’s lips, and both listened and felt for his breathing. Nothing. No inhale. No exhale. Tears erupted from Shane’s dark eyes. He pressed two fingers against the pulse point on Ilya’s throat. He found it. Ilya had a pulse. But Shane was certain his heart was beating too slow—the sensation shallow under the white skin. Shane’s eyes were so soaked with tears that everything went funhouse mirror blurry. He rolled Ilya onto his back, squeezed his nostrils shut, and blew air into his lungs. Again. Again and again and again. Over and over he breathed breath into his lover. In the distance, a loon called—mocking, almost. “Please,” Shane said against Ilya’s lips. “Wake up, you asshole! Please!” Shane pulled back and looked down at Ilya’s slack face. “Ilya,” he begged. “ILYA!” Then, with all his strength, Shane pushed down on Ilya’s stomach. Water, vomit, and who knew what else erupted from Ilya’s stomach and chest. A cough followed it—then another. After three more, Ilya’s eyes burst open and he went into a coughing fit that Shane had no doubt killed his already bruised ribs. Shane lifted Ilya’s body, then. Lifted him up into his arms so that he was almost sitting. Shane held him while he coughed—didn’t care about the blood slowly soaking his swimming trunks or the vomit under his knees. Ilya’s wide eyes found Shane’s and refused to look away. Shane whispered into Ilya’s ear, “I’m here, I’ve got you, just breathe, you’re ok—you’re ok—you’re ok.” The blood flow didn’t stop, but the coughing eventually did. “Shane,” Ilya wheezed. “S- Sorry…” “Shhh,” Hollander soothed. “You hit your head. You’re bleeding bad. I have to get you to the hospital—can you stand?”
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,707
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76486586
-
What the Ice Takes First by RimsHiddenQuill
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-22
Shane Hollander has built his life on control — of his body, his instincts, his silence. As a secret omega in a league that still punishes vulnerability, secrecy is survival. Loving Ilya Rosanov has always been the one thing he’s never learned how to do safely. When a brutal on-ice collision during a rivalry game leaves Shane fighting for his life, the careful balance holding his world together begins to fracture. Under stadium lights and thousands of watching eyes — including his parents — pain, fear, and unspoken love collide. And Ilya, furious and terrified, is forced to stand helplessly close while the truth remains buried. Some things break loudly. Some break quietly. And some are never said at all. Or, one brutal hit forces Shane to stop hiding and start feeling.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 23,887
- Chapters:
- 8/8
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #75991531
-
Shane's concussion recovery is pretty clear: nothing too strenuous, nothing that will up his blood pressure, and nothing that will make him too excited. This leaves certain... gaps... in his normal routine. (In which Shane is horny and Ilya is trying his best.)
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,694
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76191201
-
Heart outside my chest by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
Ilya’s visits Shane in hospital.
It’s not just the drugs that make the conversation between them a little too honest.- Part 4 of Hockey boys 🏒
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,277
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76221566
-
snapping at a butterfly by marigoldens
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
“I climb twenty flights to show you the solar eclipse, and it’s, oh, bye, I must return to my boring book about—“ “Eclipse? You said—“ “I said there is a reward at the top. What did you think I mean?” Maybe Ilya’s hands and mouth on him? Maybe his dirty words printed at Shane’s navel and a smile before they took a risk? Shane blushes. — or: Shane is passionate. He just doesn’t know what about.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,411
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76070271
-
to be known the way you should is to put yourself through hell by bluerosebouquet
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
Shane had been looking at Ilya. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, like a pinball in his head, banging from corner to corner, and he couldn’t slow it down, even as he tried to focus on the game still taking place in front of him. “Rozanov!” he heard his name distantly. He was staring at the place where Shane had been, unconscious on the ice. He saw him when he closed his eyes, his crumpled figure, his stick clattering away from him. Him looking back at Ilya, not seeing Marly coming. Time slowing down, Ilya being too slow. He couldn’t get to him, couldn’t make a noise. He could only watch, watch the collision, watch Shane hit the ice like a ton of bricks. Or, Shane is looking at Ilya when he gets injured. And all Ilya can do is feel guilty.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 5,184
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76067116
-
“It was a bad hit, Shane,” Hayden says, worriedly. He looks up to where Ilya is quietly observing them, leaning against the lockers with his eyes fixed intently on Shane. “Ilya, doesn’t it look bad?” “Is not bullet wound,” Ilya says flatly, “he will be back on ice within week.” or, Shane and Ilya play on the same team and hate each other in every way but one…or so Shane thinks until he gets hurt on the ice and Ilya is a little too nice about it all.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 6,160
- Chapters:
- 2/2
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76154361
-
My boyfriend Ilya by snoopyllander
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-20
Shane still high on his meds tells his parents that Ilya is his boyfriend (with him in the room)
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,843
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76100126
-
Magic In My Soul by OikawaHajime13
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-14
While recovering from season-ending surgery, Shane unexpectedly goes into heat. Thankfully, his alpha is there to help him...which leads to an unintended repercussion.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 14,022
- Chapters:
- 3/3
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #75733626
-
Our Captain, Their Problem by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-11
Ilya Rozanov has a "tiny car accident" (his words). Shane Hollander has a full-scale, system-shutdown panic attack about it. Meanwhile, a horrified Hayden is praying for someone to throw him in a lake and tell him that this is all just a big joke, or maybe for a meteor strike; he is really not picky. J.J., on the other hand, is trying to bleach the image of his sweet captain making out with Ilya fucking Rozanov from his brain.
It's a very normal day for the Montreal Voyageurs.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 8,868
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #75575896
-
according to your heart by bluerosebouquet
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-07
“Did you see Rozanov get clocked by a fan outside?” JJ looked nothing short of delighted as he spread this news to the locker room after the game. Shane’s head snapped up. “What?” he couldn’t keep a note of panic out of his voice. Which was stupid, because he and Rozanov hadn’t spoken in months. Since Vegas. Not that Shane ever thought about Vegas. Or the texts that he hadn’t sent. Or anything like that.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,919
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #75319986
-
“‘When will we get a chance again?’ Shane asked. And, so help him, in that moment Ilya wanted to tell him he would stay with him. That he would move into his apartment and help him with his recovery and make him sandwiches and watch the playoffs with him and read him his boring hockey book.” Heated Rivalry,
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 25,455
- Chapters:
- 8/8
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #57826912
- ← Previous
- 1
- 2
- 3