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Five times Ilya thought of having a baby with Shane + one time Shane talked about having a baby with Ilya
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You love me (obviously). by YellowVenus
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-03
If it was any other day, Ilya would smirk and say something that would annoy the shit out of Shane, and he’d secretly love it, because that’s what they do. But today is not like that, so instead, he kisses Shane’s forehead, right between his eyebrows, because after all these years, he’s still as in love with him as the very first time he laid his eyes on the seventeen year old Shane in the back of that stupid arena in Saskatchewan. (or Shane is overstimulated and Ilya knows just what to do to make him feel better.)
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After taking multiple hits and a painful loss, Shane Hollander faces his worst enemy. Not the press, not the injuries- himself. Or: Ilya soft doms Shane into subspace and makes him feel better after a bad game
- Part 1 of Hollanov
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Pretty isn't Pretty by Sunsetz_mx
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-03
Thank god for his makeup stylist, honestly. Without her, he’d look like he’d been dragged through six time zones—and he usually had been. He didn’t know why this insecurity was grabbing him now. Ilya had never made him feel like he wasn’t enough. Not once.
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Number one obsession by sariscribbles
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-03
Ilya was sure of two things: that he was jealous and that Hollander liked it. When Hollander flirted with another guy at a party, Ilya felt his blood boil. It shouldn't made him feel the way it did because it was not like they were together. It was a feeling he couldn't place, a feeling that came close to obsession. When Hollander confronted him with his obsession later that night, Ilya showed him just how obsessed he was with him. *** “You're here”, he heard himself say. “I guess I am”, Hollander said, leaning against the wall. His eyes were sparkling and he was smiling playfully. “What about your other plans?”, he asked, stepping closer to him, leaning against the wall trapping Hollander. “My other plan had to go”. “You shouldn't be flirting with other guys”. “Fuck you Rozanov” Ilya let his finger trail over Hollander's cheek. It felt so soft, he wanted to kiss him. “That other guy could never treat you the way I do”. “I can sense some jealousy”, Hollander teased.
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Biting on his thumb nail, leg nervously bouncing as he hunches over his knees inside the penalty box, Ilya Rozanov scrutinizes with an unwavering gaze at the man who, blatantly and deliberately, ignores him. Or, when Ilya loses his mind over Shane not acknowledging his existence.
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more than just some butterflies by alspancakes
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-03
Ilya contemplated his choice of words. “So, maybe three months after honeymoon. Jackie was pregnant.” “Dude,” Hayden scoffed. “Why do you need to know?” He finally turned around to give Ilya a proper scowl. “Is another thing we will beat you at,” Ilya said with a wink. “Maybe in nine months, you will meet baby Hollander.” Hayden groaned, scrunching up his face in disgust as he exited the car. Shane was displaying Ilya’s favorite combination of emotions: embarrassment, annoyance, and arousal. “What the fuck is your problem?” Shane laughed, no venom in his voice. “This is what people do on their honeymoon, yes?” Ilya winked. “Make baby.” * or, post-canon hollanov on their honeymoon, doing what newlyweds do best.
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Ilya’s spent his whole life hiding. Now he wants to go to Pride — their first as a married couple, in their new city, with their new team. Shane’s spent his whole career being careful, being quiet, being private about everything that matters. But maybe it’s time to stop being so fucking careful. (or the one where Ilya buys too many flags, the team shows up in matching shirts, and Shane learns what it feels like to be proud.) The humidity hits Shane the moment he steps out onto the back deck, coffee mug warm in his hand despite the August heat. Inside, Ilya is singing along to something in Russian — badly, enthusiastically, the way he does everything these days. The way he’s been doing everything since they got married, since Shane signed with Ottawa, since their whole fucking lives became this impossible thing Shane still can’t quite believe is real. “You are going to burn,” Ilya calls from inside, not even looking. Somehow he always knows when Shane’s outside without sunscreen. “It’s eight in the morning.” “Sun does not care about time.” The screen door slides open and Ilya emerges, shirtless, holding his own coffee and what Shane now recognizes as the industrial-sized bottle of sunscreen they bought at Costco last week. “Also, we have practice in two hours and I am not listening to you complain about sunburn through bag skate.” Shane takes the sunscreen because arguing is pointless. Ilya’s already rubbing it into his shoulders before Shane can even open the cap himself. “You’re very nurturing this morning,” Shane says. “I am keeping my husband alive. Is different.” But Ilya’s hands are gentle, thorough, spreading sunscreen across Shane’s neck, behind his ears, down his arms. “Also, I need to ask you something.” “That sounds ominous.” “Is not ominous.” Ilya moves around to face him, blocking out the sun. His eyes are very blue this morning, the way they get when he’s scheming. “Is fun thing. You like fun.” “I’m immediately suspicious.” “Shane.” Ilya’s hands land on his hips, thumbs hooking into the waistband of Shane’s shorts. “Capital Pride is next weekend.” Shane’s stomach does something complicated. “Okay.” “I want us to go.” The deck is suddenly very quiet except for the sound of someone’s lawn mower three houses down. Shane takes a sip of coffee, buying time. “To Pride.” “Yes, to Pride. In Ottawa. Our city now.” Ilya’s face is open, hopeful, and fuck, Shane knows where this is going. “I have never been to Pride. Not as myself. Not as-” He gestures between them. “As this.” Shane’s chest tightens. “I know.” “In Russia, I could not even-” Ilya stops, swallows. “I could not even think about it, you know? Not just illegal, but dangerous. And then in Boston, I was not ready. Was not out. Was hiding everything.” His hands squeeze Shane’s hips. “But now I am here. With you. And I am married to you. And I can—I want to be there. I want to see it.” “Ilya-” “You do not want to go.” It’s not a question. Ilya’s face does something complicated, shuttering slightly. “That’s not what I said.” “But is what you think.” Shane sets his coffee down on the deck railing, carefully. “I just—it’s going to be a lot. Media will be there. Everyone will-” “Everyone already knows we are married,” Ilya interrupts. “We did not hide this. You signed with Ottawa, everyone knows why. Is not secret.” “I know it’s not a secret.” Shane runs a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself, with how he can’t seem to just be as brave as Ilya makes it look. “I’m just—I’m not good at this stuff. The public thing. The-” “The being proud of us thing?” “That’s not fair.” Ilya’s expression softens. He steps closer, cups Shane’s face in both hands. “Moya lyubov. I am not trying to be unfair. I am trying to-” He pauses, searching for words. “I spent my whole life being afraid. Hiding. Pretending. And now I do not want to do this anymore. I want to go to Pride with my husband. I want to hold your hand in public and not be scared. I want to-” His voice cracks slightly. “I want to exist, okay? As myself. As bisexual man. As married man. As Ilya Rozanov who loves Shane Hollander more than anything.” Shane’s throat is tight. “Fuck.” “Is good fuck or bad fuck?” “Good fuck.” Shane pulls Ilya closer, wraps his arms around him. “Always good fuck when you do the romantic speech thing.” Ilya laughs against his shoulder. “So you will come?” “Of course I’ll come, you manipulative asshole.” “I am not manipulative. I am persuasive. Is different.” “You’re both.”
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Shane has a panic attack before a big press conference after one of the Montreal metro's biggest losses since he’d been captain. Ilya decides to go find him and talks his boy down from a heart attack (basically, I saw Shane freaking out before the MLH Awards and decided, yeah, he has debilitating panic attacks)
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You're where I wanna be, my darling, can't you see? by mickeysmyheart
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-02
Shane’s so cute when he’s upset and all Ilya can do is tease him some more. He loves to tease him, he’s so easy to rile up. “Admit it, you missed me,” he teases more, grabbing at his soft blue hoodie. “I fucking didn’t,” Shane says, annoyed but he knows Shane did miss him, because Ilya really missed him. OR Ilya fucks Shane's tits during their first time together
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“You want a sandwich? I make really good tuna melts.” “I haven’t had one in ages,” Shane admits and then grimaces. “I’m on this diet actually, it’s macro-biotic, so… you know.” Rozanov stares at him, frowns. “Hollander, what? Macro… What are these words?” Shane laughs. “It’s for performance.” “‘It’s for performance,’” Rozanov singsongs back. “No, too boring. Shane Hollander, I will not accept you can be defeated by bread.”
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Морковь по-корейски (Korean-style Carrots) by KinoGlowWorm
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-02
Takes place at some point during The Long Game. Ilya wants to make the one Russian-Korean dish he knows for Shane's parents when they get together to watch one of Shane's playoff games together, but finds that his expectation of doing it perfectly all by himself might not be what he's looking for, and that family may not just be about paying back what you owe. (Recipe included)
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What if Shane wasn't okay after being hit on the ice? Or: Ilya has to face the Hollanders after Shane gets injured and reveals somethings while they wait for Shane to wake from his coma.
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When an accident on the ice leaves Shane fighting for his life, Ilya tries to keep it together when facing the prospect of losing the love of his life before they got the chance to really live. Shane had been hit with a puck before, usually brushing it off with the knowledge that he would be sporting a hell of a bruise for a while. Which was why it felt so strange to him that he couldn’t hear Hayden talking to him after taking a slapshot to the center of his chest. He tried to reassure his friend that he was okay, but the world turned off instead. Ilya couldn’t breathe. It was one of the few times in the game that he was on the bench, without being in the penalty box, and he had seen the puck collide into his boyfriend’s chest. He had winced in sympathy, but had been too concerned. That changed when Hollander had wobbled, then collapsed to the ice without doing anything to stop his fall. Hayden’s lunge forward was the only thing that stopped Shane’s face from slamming into the ice. Out of the corner of his eye, Ilya saw the medics starting to head for the ice, and everything started spinning when Hayden started doing chest compressions with panic on his face. “Folks, please stay in your seats to keep all aisles clear for the medics.” Came over the loudspeaker as Ilya tried to fight against Troy’s restraining arms. They both knew the request to keep the aisles clear meant a catastrophic injury. Hayden was being pushed away by one of the refs, giving the medics room to work, and the other man sent a horrified look at the benches that Ilya knew was for him. Ilya couldn’t have stopped the sob that left him if he had wanted to when a medic cut Hollander’s jersey open, followed by the shoulder pads that had done little to protect his chest. Thankfully for their secret, no one in the now silent area seemed to care or be doing much better. Pads for the shock-thing that Ilya could never remember the name of were slapped on Hollander’s bare chest, and everyone in the stands and benches waited with bated breath as it spoke. Ilya gave up pretending to be okay when the machine recommended a shock, and dropped his head into his folded arms on the half wall separating them from the ice. He could feel Troy rubbing his back, and only lifted his head high enough to see when a medic yelled clear. A whimper left him as the love of his life jerked on the ice, and he sobbed openly when he heard another medic report that there was a heartbeat. Things moved even faster after that. “Looks like the medics are getting ready to move Hollander off the ice, so we ask everyone to remain in their seats. We are getting information that the rest of the game is going to be postponed and rescheduled to a later date. The current score and stats will be carried over.” The Centaur's coach started herding the players from the bench and into the locker room, but Ilya refused to move from his seat, his eyes glued to his boyfriend's still form. Weibe finally made his way over to gently grab onto the back of Ilya’s neck. “The sooner we get you changed, the sooner you can get to him.” Weibe whispered, giving his neck a paternal squeeze despite barely being old enough to be Ilya’s father. By that time, the medics were moving Shane off the ice, so Ilya gave in to the advice and left the bench. They hadn’t meant to come out the entire Centaurs roster, but they had decided to show up unannounced at Ilya’s Ottawa home while the couple was in the shower. It was too difficult to explain away, so they went with the truth and were pleasantly surprised when it was relatively well received. None of them had cared that they were interested in men, though coming to grips with the fact that the two biggest rivals in the NHL were a committed couple took a little longer. It had been a huge relief to both Shane and Ilya in different ways. For Ilya, it meant a place where he didn’t have to hide how much he loved his boyfriend, and for Shane, it was hope that things might not be that bad once they went public. The only change was the teasing Rozanov got about using the rivalry as flirtation and foreplay. He’d never been more thankful for the unintentional outing than that moment. The moment he walked through the locker room doors, hands were there to help strip him out of his gear. He followed their instructions on autopilot, too numb with fear to do anything else. It took less than five minutes to have him stripped, pushed into the shower, dried off, and dressed. When he was pushed out of the locker room with well-wishes and assurances that they would meet him at the hospital as soon as they could, David Hollander was waiting for him. “I didn’t think you’d be in any shape to drive.” Shane’s father told him, taking Ilya’s keys from limp hands. “Are you?” Ilya found himself asking quietly. “Not really, but I can pretend for a bit.” David admitted, and Rozanov followed him silently out to the parking lot. He was a little surprised Yuna wasn’t there, but assumed that she had gone in the ambulance with her son. The Russian was thankful he had driven his sensible car to the game, since he wasn’t sure either one could drive a high-performance sports car in their state, and spent the drive to the hospital in near silence. He gripped onto his mother’s crucifix hard, muttering prayers in Russian that he had never claimed to believe in. Begging not to lose Shane like he had lost his mother. “What happened?” He finally asked, breaking the silence. “His heart…fine before.” English was being difficult as his mind raced in panicked circles, forgetting words other than those in his native language. His accent was more pronounced as well, and he felt like that seventeen- year-old visiting Canada for the first time nearly a decade ago. “We don’t know.” David admitted, nearly as softly. It made Ilya fight back terrified tears. “His heart stopped, we know that, just not why. But it was beating normally when they got him to the ambulance.” It was something. Knowing that Shane’s heart was beating again made it feel like Ilya could breathe again. They pulled into the first parking spot they saw and both rushed out of the car. David was through the door immediately, but Ilya hesitated. As long as he was outside, as long as no one told him that something had gone wrong, his Hollander was fine. He was alive. He could still love Ilya back. Yuna walking out ruined the pretense, and he braced himself for bad news. “Shane’s okay, Ilya. He’s fine and starting to wake up.” She told the young man she had started to claim as her own. The relief that flowed through Rozanov made his knees shake, and he had to force himself to stay upright so Yuna could get him inside. She walked him past the check-in desk, and Ilya realized that meant that Shane was already in a room. “Hey.” Shane said with a tired smile when he saw Ilya, who immediately made his way to the bed and gently rested his forehead against the other man’s. “Never do that to me again, Hollander.” He murmured in Russian, which had Shane reaching up to cup the back of Ilya’s head to keep him there for a moment.
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trace me onto your skin by keifteef
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-02
Shane Hollander has been keeping his identity a secret for his entire hockey career. How could he be so irresponsible as to lose his suppressants?
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digging for dinosaurs by marquelict
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-02
Ilya Rozanov announces his retirement from the NHL on a desultory Tuesday afternoon.
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Ilya makes a new friend. Shane disapproves. (It's a cat).
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Winter 2019: Shane’s bye week lasts about twelve seconds before it turns into fever-fuelled melodrama and 1,187 unread messages ranging from “I’m dying” to “your backhand was trash.” Ilya loses a game, hides in an airport alcove, and goes full worried boyfriend, praying to get to Shane as quickly as humanly possible, and counting the kilometres from Ottawa to Montreal while keeping it quiet from the team. Then it’s Nurse Ilya time: cool cloths, small sips, soft Russian endearments, and the clingiest naps known to man until the fever finally breaks and they know it's going to be okay.
- Part 1 of The Flu Saga
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i’d stop the world if it gave us time by justhockey
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-02
“My - it’s my,” Shane pants, his hand flapping like Ilya’s sometimes does when he’s searching for an English translation that he can’t quite remember. Shane’s heart squeezes painfully. “He’s-“ He wants to say my boyfriend is on that plane. He wants to cry, and throw things, and scream the love of my life might be dying while we stand here. But he doesn’t. He can’t. His voice can’t find the words, can’t find the strength to speak, and even if he could - would he? Would Shane tell the whole world that for him, it has always been Ilya? Will only ever be Ilya? (Or, the plane scene in The Long Game goes a little differently.)
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The Warm Embrace of Winter by nj_1996
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-01
The king of Rozanova wakes to the only warmth that has ever mattered: his husband sprawled over his chest, the most beautiful man in the entire world lit with the soft, gentle glow of morning. There is a council waiting, a kingdom to run, old men to convince and borders to hold. Ilya would much rather spend the morning cataloguing every freckle, praising every inch of Shane’s body and coaxing his consort into saying exactly what he wants… and then giving it to him until Shane is still feeling it when he finally takes his seat at the council table. (Sequel to Melting a Winter King. Can be read on its own, but works best as a double feature!)
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