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I Got Him by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-10-04
Now, for the first time in years, he found himself praying. Not caring who listened. Not caring if anyone listened.
Take anything.
Take the game.
Take my career.
Take whatever you want.
Just let him wake up.
Because Shane couldn't be gone.
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Cliff Marlow isn't the one who sends Shane Hollander to the hospital.
Ilya Rozanov is.
And when the worst thing Ilya can imagine happens, keeping their relationship a secret becomes impossible.- Language:
- English
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- 295,349
- Chapters:
- 94/94
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #87164261
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Love, Vodka, or the Sea by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-08-01
Recovery isn't linear.
Knowing this, and believing it, are two different things.Shane moves to Ottawa, ready to finally spend time with his soulmate, properly. Maybe the excitement is why he doesn't always notice.
Ilya wins the Cup with Shane at his side, but it doesn't matter as much as it should have. Not when his body hurts and his mind is fragile and he feels one moment away from collapse.
Timeline goes back and forth, but we start off one year after the events of the previous story.
In the end, everything will be okay.- Part 3 of This is Love
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 16,714
- Chapters:
- 8/8
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #88105341
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close my eyes, the flashback starts by Anonymous
Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-06-08
One-shots and missing scenes from the main series (the ones that don't get their own work).
- Part 13 of a little more romeo, a little more juliet
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 3,300
- Chapters:
- 3/?
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #85965526
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“Do you want that problem to go away?” Ilya smiles sadly, “It probably would make things easier, wouldn’t it?” Shane doesn’t know how he keeps his expression neutral. He doesn’t know how the heartbreak doesn’t bloom vividly across his features. His entire chest feels as if it’s caving in on itself. He knew this moment was coming. He knew it was only a matter of time. That doesn’t make it hurt any less.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 5,906
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #82803536
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I trace your constellations by stupidnephlim
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-08
When Ilya and his mother move to Ottawa after escaping his abusive father, he didn't expect to find his new neighbour Shane Hollander so endearing.
- Part 6 of Hollonov written to song lyrics
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 33,063
- Chapters:
- 5/5
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79028621
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the day came (and you were gone) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-03-27
Irina was always a perceptive woman.
Maybe this perceptive, brilliant woman noticed how Ilya looked at boys.
Maybe that was the final straw, maybe she couldn’t handle the grief of having a son who loved boys. Maybe that’s why Ilya stumbled on his mother’s body a few days after realising he looked at boys like he could love them too.
or, ilya, religion, queerness and trying to do guesswork about someone who is long gone.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 6,277
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #81962706
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can we just go home now by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-24
Marlow knows better than to push. Everyone’s got their own shit, especially on the road. But there’s only so many nights you can wake up to someone falling apart before it stops being something you can ignore.
// Ilya hasn’t seen his mother in over ten years. Lately, he sees her every night.
- Part 3 of hard conversations
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 9,128
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #81787166
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if you ever try to leave me again by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-04
Shane heard a strangled shout tear free from his mouth, and then his body was moving without his brain’s input. He flew across the ice, ripping his gloves off and reaching for Ilya’s throat. He wrapped his fingers around the warm skin, feeling the flow of blood pulse harder with each beat of Ilya’s heart. His eyes raced across Ilya’s face, desperately looking for a sign that his boyfriend was still with him. Ilya’s eyes were wide and glazed, staring past Shane instead of at him. His face was losing color rapidly, turning a sickly shade of white that mirrored the ice beneath him. His mouth was open, loose and slack, mouthguard still jammed into his upper jaw. Shane watched in terror as Ilya grew limper in his arms.
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During a Boston-Montreal game, Ilya's neck is cut by a skate, and Shane is forced to witness the love of his life bleeding out on the ice in front of him. All of the plans they have made seem to be slipping away before his eyes, right when they were so close to finalizing Ilya's transfer to Ottawa. As they race against the clock to save Ilya's life, Shane reckons with the secrets they have been forced to keep and fears that they might never get to live their truth out in the open.- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 56,772
- Chapters:
- 10/10
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #78629256
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Ilya is drowning in darkness.
- Part 15 of [challenge] Heated Rivalry Febuwhump 2026
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,379
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79308076
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Shane’s nightmare is something happening to his hands. Watching a Boston game on TV, he learns that there’s worse layers to that fear.
- Part 11 of [challenge] Heated Rivalry Febuwhump 2026
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,389
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79089591
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Ilya opened one of his messages. Have you seen the news? Ilya, call me. Now. Please tell me you already fucking know. Jesus Christ, man. That was it. No context. No explanation. Just panic wrapped in vague bullshit. His jaw locked. “Are you fucking serious right now,” he muttered, thumb scrolling harder than necessary. Say it or don’t, you assholes. The half-answers made his skin crawl. It felt like they were all circling something awful, whispering around it, waiting for him to step close enough to get hit. His chest felt tight now, pressure building, so he did the one thing that made sense. He opened social media. Shane Hollander’s name was everywhere. Or Shane was hurt in ways everyone could see, and in ways only Ilya would carry.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 21,807
- Chapters:
- 2/2
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77445066
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Based very loosely on events from The Long Game that my brain wanted to put into the first book, somewhere between Shane’s injury, and before Scott Hunter wins the cup - for maximum angst, obviously.
What if Ilya’s plane had actually crashed? And what if it had happened before he and Shane had the chance to confess their love and know what it was like to be together.
Or
A fic so I could write a really needy Shane who can't hide his feelings anymore, and an Ilya who is faced with the undeniable truth that someone cares for him.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 49,312
- Chapters:
- 20/20
- Files:
- 4 versions
- AO3:
- #76636761
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Shane nearly stops himself right there, runs through all of the ways he could navigate away from the question, but when he opens his mouth it comes right out anyway. "Was he hard on you too?" Or Ilya had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. He just hadn’t expected it to be about this, hadn’t expected, or maybe simply refused to accept, that his father would somehow still hurt him beyond the grave, that the punches and split lips and broken ribs would still, impossibly, ache within him after all this time. or Shane tries to talk to Ilya about his past. It doesn't go as planned.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,313
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77575121
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To Sleep, Perchance to Dream by papisadhu
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-11
In some cruel twist of fate, Ilya can only recall his mother’s face in his nightmares.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 6,944
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77483526
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I can watch the old days, she was beautiful then by harperose
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-04
So he followed Ilya. He followed Ilya into the living room. And then, he waited. Waited for Ilya to collapse onto the couch and do nothing- to stare at nothing. Something that he had been doing more and more recently. Waited for Ilya to pull out his phone and facetime whoever he was fucking when Shane left Canada. Waited for Ilya to pull out a secret bottle of vodka and down nearly the whole thing. (Waited for Ilya to pull out a bottle of pills and accidentally take one too many.) But Ilya didn’t do any of those things. Instead, he moved towards the shelf filled with DVDs and movies from Ilya's childhood that were still trapped in VHS. It was nighttime, they were supposed to be sleeping. But they were both awake, Shane knew they were. But Ilya didn’t. Ilya probably thought he was the only one awake– something that Shane let him believe by keeping his eyes shut, his breathing even… And by resisting the urge to reach out, to part his lips and ask where his boyfriend was going tonight– what his boyfriend would do tonight. After vodka and sex, Ilya shouldn’t be doing anything other than sleeping. Normally, he would be dead to the world and Shane would once again feel like he was sleeping next to a corpse. A corpse that, every once in a while, let out a deep snore that sounded more and more like a snort of laughter every time he had the pleasure of hearing it. The mattress underneath them shifted thanks to Ilya’s sudden movement. Movement that he only made when he was certain that his bed companion was asleep. Shane wasn’t sure if he should be thankful or not that Ilya’s test for tonight to see if he was awake or not was just gently whispering his name into the darkness. Because he enjoyed the small kisses that ilya would press to the back of his neck or whatever part of him he could easily reach without risking the mattress moving too much and risking rousing Shane. Shane, who Ilya thought was sleeping when he didn’t even twitch after a few kisses that normally he would find irresistible. But tonight, there were no kisses. There was only a call of his name. Maybe that was a good thing though. After all, if Ilya began pressing kisses to his skin again, Shane doubted he would be able to ignore them. Not after what happened tonight– definitely not after what happened tonight. So, Ilya only called his name softly. And when he didn’t reply, he began moving. Moving out of the bed– away from Shane. And towards wherever he had been going at night. A place where Shane would discover– he was brave enough to discover after lacking the courage the previous nights. Suddenly, the bed stopped moving. Ilya had finally completed his mission and slipped out of it. But Shane would not follow suit. Not until he was certain the other man was no longer in the bedroom. He only had to wait a few seconds for that to happen– to Ilya to leave him all alone in the bed in the home they were building together. Shane’s eyes fluttered open, watching Ilya retreating back as he crept down the hallway. And then, when it was safe to do so, he followed his partner who didn’t really feel like the partner he had committed his loyalty and life to all those years ago. Because Ilya was being secretive again– just like he had been before they decided to be together. Really be together . Normally, Ilya would open up. Or, well, the new Ilya would open up… eventually. But it seemed like Ilya had reverted back to his past self that was riddled with secrets and avoidance. And well Shane… Shane was worried. About so many things– and all of them had to do with Ilya recently. So he had to know– know something that he knew would cause him to feel guilt about what he found out. Because, in a way, it felt like he was betraying Ilya– betraying his trust to spy on him and uncover a secret that years ago he wouldn’t even attempt to uncover. But that was years ago. And now things were different. So many things had changed– so many things had come to light. And Shane needed to know. He needed to lessen the ever growing knot of unease in his stomach. So he followed Ilya. He followed Ilya into the living room. And then, he waited. Waited for Ilya to collapse onto the couch and do nothing- to stare at nothing. Something that he had been doing more and more recently. Waited for Ilya to pull out his phone and facetime whoever he was fucking when Shane left Canada. Waited for Ilya to pull out a secret bottle of vodka and down nearly the whole thing. (Waited for Ilya to pull out a bottle of pills and accidentally take one too many.) But Ilya didn’t do any of those things. Instead, he moved towards the shelf filled with DVDs and movies from Ilya's childhood that were still trapped in VHS. A furrow appeared in Shane's brow as he watched Ilya pick out an old VHS he had teasingly suggested upgrading to a DVD so many times before. And that furrow only deepened, just for a moment before it ruptured with silent understanding, when Ilya forced the television screen to come alive with that old movie. A movie that Shane knew wasn't supposed to be this. Because this… This wasn't a mainstream movie that made its way onto VHS and trapped inside that case. This was something else.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,695
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77073996
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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.
- Language:
- English
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- 1,991
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77103016
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Once More to See You by fuckboy_genius
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Ilya has a nightmare.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,280
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76735281
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How Will I Know (If He Really Loves Me) by dabforpalermo
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-25
Ilya Rozanov is a natural caretaker. Shane Hollander is a natural clutz who keeps getting into situations where he needs taking care of. Or: 5 times Ilya took care of Shane, and 1 time the favour was returned.
- Part 4 of Hollanov
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 13,301
- Chapters:
- 6/6
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #75791581
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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 :))
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 6,390
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #75537341
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the ground is spinning still by chagrinocturne
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-09
The plane is falling. The plane is falling and Ilya is on it and Shane watches it fall. The plane is falling and Ilya is dead. Or, Shane Hollander has a hard time dealing with Ilya's brush with death.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 3,882
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #75507881