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r/help In love with my boyfriend, not sure what to do about it? by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-20
HockeyLover12: 1 day ago
Hilarious how this Shane Hollander fan account just randomly decided to confess his gay love right after Scott Hunter did itShane_Hollander24: 1 day ago
Right yeah fan account! Yep that’s right !HahaShane_Hollander24: 1 day ago
Out of curiosity how do i delete a post.- Part 1 of reddit verse
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The common assumption is that people must be lining up to participate in his studies. You may meet your soulmate sounds seductive on its face, after all. But once participants learn what that actually entails: years of blind dates, weekly blood draws, constant monitoring, endless poking and prodding… The fantasy collapses. Hope is appealing. Commitment to the process is not. After watching too many participants quit before meaningful data could be collected, Shane did the only thing that made sense: He became the lab rat. It went on for years. Painful ones. Suffering for the sake of knowledge. Maybe that’s the bargain science demands. Shane is one of the most successful researchers in the field, but he isn’t alone. Dr. Ilya Rozanov has been there the entire time.
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When Shane wins his first Cup championship, Rozanov promises more than just a league win if he earns MVP as well. Rozanov delivers. For Russian translations, click on Cyrillic words
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Florida felt illicit. Their hotel had been on the beach, steps from the sand. Hallways had smelled of sunscreen and salt water. The view from their balcony had been sky and ocean, shades of the same blue. Everything had glistened. Everything had pulsed. Ilya had worn the skimpiest pair of swim trunks Shane had ever seen in his life. Neon blue, nearly nonexistent, low on Ilya’s hips, so Shane had spent at least five minutes every hour blinking back the shock. He had tried to read by the pool—he really had. He’d stretched out on a lounge chair, book on his chest, sunglasses on, telling himself he was being relaxed. He’d even gotten in two whole pages before the sun had vanished. “You are ignoring me,” Ilya had announced. Then he’d climbed right into Shane’s lap. Not beside him. Not over him. Straddling him. Shane’s book had sailed off his stomach and onto the pool deck. He’d reached toward it reflexively but halted when Ilya cupped his face, and his thumbs rubbed the edges of Shane’s sunglasses. or hollanov take a lil pre-holiday break in the sun
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Shane is set on winning this game, and not even the Russian mafia will stop him.
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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)
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The trouble with leaving voicemails by Moonrose8
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-20
“Hi, this is Ilya. I’ll never listen to your voicemail.” Hayden dropped his phone out of shock. ******** Or, what if Hayden was just trying to be a supportive friend and stumbled onto a major secret.
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Hi, this is Ilya. I will never listen to your voicemail.
Shane jolts like he’s been shot, a sharp breath bursting from the depths of his diaphragm. The comfort of hearing Ilya’s voice fizzles out with the knowledge that Ilya didn’t pick up. Logic says he’s still on the flight. But why would he—
Ilya knows how Shane is, how he gets. He wouldn’t send a bunch of ominous fucking messages and then drop off the face of the earth without letting Shane know he’s okay.
Except, he did. Which means—
The plane scene, reimagined. ft. Ilya's voicemail.
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Max stands, pacing again, and says, “I mean, what do I do? I can’t tell them I know now. It’s way too late for that.” “It’s really okay,” Troy says far too optimistically. “It’s not that big of a deal.” “Yeah, you can say that because you're not the one who heard Ilya tell Shane he misses his slutty little mouth." Or: The Centaurs' newest rookie speaks Russian. It's too bad that Shane and Ilya don't know that. Read in Russian here!
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The obligatory "Scott Hunter knows" fic.
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still the best (still an asshole) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-20
Four times Ilya Rozanov reminded everyone exactly who the fuck they were dealing with (spoiler: still an asshole, still elite, still not going anywhere), and one time he didn’t have to be anything except soft.
Or being out didn’t make him nicer. Being married didn’t make him softer. Being older didn’t make him weaker. And being a father? Well. That’t when things get complicated.
(He’s really good at that last part. Don’t tell anyone.)
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Shane went down hard, bleeding on the ice, and Ilya was hiding in a stairwell to avoid Shane's teammates when he caught up on the WAG chat and saw the missed call from Jackie.
Inspired by the last bit of "please leave a message" by Ravenesta
- Part 1 of WAG Hollanov
- Part 2 of In The Loonie Bin (Mars' Hollanov Fics)
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Love is just too weak of a word by Karaxuno
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-19
He’s already an inch from Shane’s face, closer than any two rivals should ever be. And then finally, finally, he gets his kiss. He’s long and lazy with it too. There’s no rush. Let them film it. Let them air it for anyone to see. They’re Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander, the best fucking players in the league. - AU where instead of Scott winning it’s Ilya, and so instead of kissing Kip on the ice he kisses Shane. (+ a little bit of the media’s reaction to that)
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“This is just the version I use. Everyone has their preference, but I can send you the Amazon link for this book if you like,” Shane said, while Ilya flipped through the field guide. He stopped on the section on loons, where two different species were illustrated in wading water and mid-flight. Ilya pointed at one of the illustrations. A sleek dark bird, with white and black checker-board wings and a stark red eye. “We saw this one today, yes?” “Yep. The common loon. It’s aquatic, so you’ll always find them near water, usually a lake like we just saw. It’s the national bird of Canada, actually.” “Common. You can find this bird all over?” Ilya asked. “Around here, at least. It’s my favorite bird,” Shane admitted. “Pretty boring, I know.” Shane’s shoulders were hunched up, like he was embarrassed to admit that he was the bird guy, who did in fact, like birds. Well, that would not do. “Boring is good. I like boring,” Ilya insisted. (Or, Ilya Rozanov, a newly arrived hockey agent in Ottawa, falls for a local birder).
- Part 1 of Hollanov Birding AU
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January, 2016 Ilya orders two burgers and fries for them to share. There is a can of ginger ale, which Shane takes gladly, and, there is also coleslaw salad, which Ilya insisted he got for himself, but Shane caves in and takes a forkful of it too, and, there is an ice cream sandwich, and, Shane doesn’t even like sweet things, but he bites into it as well under Ilya’s amused gaze. “What?” Shane mumbles, his mouth full. Ilya shakes his head. He looks so peaceful and truly calm, which is why Shane doesn’t expect him to open his mouth and say: “You truly are going in heat” so casually. Or, how Shane and Ilya make a baby (prequel to ‘Ice Baby’). January, 2016 Shane is boiling. And not because of the weather, but that one is pretty close. The heat is unbelievable. The weather in Los Angeles is normally pretty mild in January, but this year it turned out to be unnaturally hot, and because they were so far out in the desert, the temperatures felt almost ten times worse. It does not help that Shane feels feverish. He woke up sweaty and flushed this morning, despite the cool nighttime air he let through the open balcony doors (he doesn’t turn on the AC because he thinks it is not good for him), but now, his skin feels rigid and dry, and, no matter how much water he keeps drinking, he cannot quench down the thirst rising in his body. He spent the first half of the day wandering around in a strange haze, but, he feels calmer now, away from the nauseating scents and the constant presence of the other people surrounding him. He cannot however hide away from the sun. Even, in the shade of the umbrella and palm trees, it feels over a hundred degrees. It is past lunchtime, and most of the players of this year’s All-Star Game are back at their rooms or spending time with their families in the hotel, while Shane is one of the few, who stayed out, an unread book lying open on his chest, cover up, as he considers his options. He technically still has time to go back to his room and take a nap before this evening’s charity dinner. He is not particularly tired, but it would be wise to gather his strength after a restless night. He can also stay out and read, taking advantage of the pool, while it’s empty. Shane has a small hot tub back at his villa, but the pool is deeper and wider and Shane would love to use it to his advantage. It is so rare to carve out small moments for himself, that Shane wants to enjoy them to the fullest while he can. The mid-afternoon sun is cruel. January heat is unforgiving, and Shane sort of hopes that the promised rain, which is supposed to break out later in the day, will ease the heaviness in the air. He sinks into the sun-bed, his sunglasses perched low on his nose, then picks up the paperback and tries to focus on the words in front of him. The pool, with its smooth, crystal-like waters is calling to him. Shane sighs, giving up on reading after ten minutes, and steps towards the swimming pool. Tension lifts off his chest when he lets his feet soak in the cool water. Shane is alone, so he takes his time, entering the pool, his body relaxing under the clear surface. Swimming never failed to calm his racing mind and now it also manages to soothe the unsettling anxiety underneath his skin. Shane dives in, headfirst, and he is not thinking about anything other than the water smothering his body like a blanket. His head is completely blank which is perhaps why the arms tightening around his waist make him gasp out in surprise, and rise in panic above the surface, gulping for air. “What the fuck-!” “Found you,” a gleeful voice chirps beside his ear. Shane wants to trash out, but his movements are slow and all he manages is the fiery scowl over his shoulder, and turn round to stare at the familiar face. “We are in public!” “No one is here,” the man shrugs, but he does let go of Shane’s waist and swims to the opposite side of the pool, not even trying to look guilty after noticing the frown twisting Shane’s face. “Had to make sure you were not planning on drowning yourself.” “I know how to swim, Rozanov,” Shane huffs, “and it is now that deep in here.” The Russian gives him a playful look across the pool. Shane’s skin tingles where Ilya’s hands touched him just a moment ago, and he pushes away a longing thought, that he wants to feel the alpha’s arms wrap around him again. Rozanov takes long leisurely strokes across the pool, and Shane tries not to stare at the bulge of his muscles or at the tanned skin, glistening under the Californian sun. Los Angeles has been good to Ilya. It makes his hair curlier, and his face flushed and warm from all the tanning, and he smiles more, his teeth sharp and white against his darkened skin. Shane likes the look of eternal summer on him, and it is not good for either his heart, nor his poorly concealed desire. “I thought you wanted to swim,” Rozanov’s annoyed voice shakes Shane out of his lingering. “Come on, Hollander. Entertain me.” Shane looks around. He is worried. A part of him knows that Ilya is right, they are alone, but the idea that someone could come in, and see the two of them together, nudges him uncomfortably.
- Part 2 of Crushing In the Rink
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I am the one who holds you by quantumoddity
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-19
Ilya and Shane's son was born two weeks ago and finally, after a long recovery- much longer than it should have been- they're finally out of the hospital. Shane went through hell to bring their little Alexi here but he's finally feeling more like himself, back in the safety of the home he and his alpha have made together. But is Ilya recovering too? Or is he hiding a deeper pain than even Shane can imagine.
- Part 5 of Hollanov Omegaverse AU
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Lily: Are you busy this weekend? Jane: I’m always busy Shane doesn’t consider how that might sound until his phone buzzes again less than ten seconds later. Lily: You have girlfriend now? Jane: No No I don’t have a girlfriend I’m just busy
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Ilya died, yes, but then the doctors saved him. Cardiopulmonary resuscitation in the ambulance, three electric shocks, two emergency surgeries, twenty-six units of blood. Ilya died, but then he came back.
If only Shane could get his subconscious to understand that.
- Part 1 of my anonymous heated rivalry fic
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keep your eyes off him by still_dancing
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-19
“I’m Marcus,” the very annoying man sitting entirely too close to Shane says with a cocky grin. He takes his hand off Shane’s thigh to extend it to Ilya, who eyes him with disdain. “I’m his husband,” Ilya responds, accent harsh. - ilya gets possessive ;)
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Shane and Ilya have a plan, it's perfect. Ilya is going to be a free agent soon, they’ll both play in Canada, and finally, finally be together. Ilya will be only two hours away, Shane’s parents are there for them, and everything is perfectly placed. The two pink lines are fucking those plans up.
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