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ashamed of recklessly wrecking your heart by justhockey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-18
Through the haze of darkness and body heat and drunken partygoers, all Shane could see was Ilya. His eyes were fixed on Shane and Rose: the way she touched him, the way she kissed him, the way they moved together. And the look on Ilya’s face - the agony in his eyes - pierced Shane like a blade through his heart. It made him want to peel his skin off; made him feel ashamed for having a body that had been touched by someone other than Ilya.
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- AO3:
- #75985161
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they got no idea about me and you by rachelrae
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-18
"Roz?" Everything was too loud around them. From the outside, these moments, a player getting hurt, had always been disgustingly silent, but Cliff's ears couldn't stop ringing. He shoved a foot forward, the muscles on the side of his thigh smarting as he tried to skate closer, but the referees were already there. Hands on his shoulders pulled him back, pulled him close. "I didn't mean to." A whimper. The arms around him tightened, pulling him further back, off the ice. "I didn't mean to. Didn't mean to. Didn't -" Or What if Cliff Marlow had hit Ilya in a game against the Ottawa Centaurs and had to deal with the confusion that was his crazy former captain and best friend high on pain meds. At least those meds were hopefully the reason for his craziness. Why else would Rozanov be calling Shane Hollander his sweetheart?
- Part 2 of HR Alternate Relationship Reveals
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- English
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #75982586
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Side By Side (Shield Me From My Fears) by ItsSoLine
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
Seeing Shane Hollander laid out on the ice was one of the worst moments of Ilya Rozanov's life. But it made him realize that he could not hide the truth anymore, no matter the aftermath.
- Part 2 of Boston Boyfriends
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- English
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- AO3:
- #75912331
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“I always want to be fucking you,” Ilya continued as he pressed a finger deep into Shane. “It has taken over my brain. My life. When I am not with you, I am thinking of you.” He added another finger easily, pushing deep. “If I could have my way, you would never wear clothes again. You would simply recline on a throne of furs and softness, where I would fuck you at your leisure.” Or: Pregnant omega Shane is feeling insecure about his expanding body. Ilya will make him feel better.
- Part 2 of "Yes, sweetheart."
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- AO3:
- #75931201
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Shane does a follow up interview. One of those slice of life things he did a few years ago at his cottage. He´s adamant nothing in his life has changed. Set a few years after canon.
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- AO3:
- #75936821
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and nothing's wrong when nothing's true by 2_infinity
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
The game had been long, and Shane Hollander had been a pain in the ass as usual. Not only because of his skill but also because he was distractingly pretty on the ice. These years somehow more so than when they had been Rookies. Or Ilya had just learned how to appreciate it, whatever that was supposed to mean. This newfound appreciation however didn’t help when he had to face off with Shane and he darted out his tongue to wet his lips. Distracting Ilya immensely, his mind wandering off to what Shane could do with that tongue. Or the times when Ilya shoved Shane against the barricade and felt his rival’s body underneath his. Only to be reminded of all the times Ilya had gotten Shane underneath him without all that protective gear. --- They had been doing this for years by now. And by now they had a routine they stuck to. There was a city where their teams would play each other, there was a text and a suggestion for a place. Then they played the game and riled each other up. Afterwards, they met up in secret to fuck. That was what they did and what Ilya was used to. Until Ilya received a text after their hook up that disrupted their routine for the first time after years.
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- AO3:
- #75875251
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we haven't spoke (since you went away) by beyondinfinity
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
Ilya was down again. This happened every year, every month even - Shane knew this. He expected it. Sometimes, he saw it coming beforehand. He’d notice a vacant look in Ilya’s eyes, dishes left unwashed, little lapses in Ilya’s daily routine that most people would brush aside but that Shane knew meant he’d need to be a little more “on” than he normally was. Sometimes, though, Shane didn’t see it coming. Sometimes, out of nowhere, he’d interact with Ilya and Ilya would just be - well, he’d be there, but he’d be gone. Yuna and David are in Moscow when they stumble upon Ilya's mother's grave.
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- AO3:
- #75909786
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dirty little secret by contrapposto
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
“Oh, Hollander,” Ilya sighed, cradling Shane’s face, thumbs gently stroking his freckled cheeks. “You are omega.” It wasn’t a question. Shane nodded pathetically, breathing heavily. “And you are in heat, yes?” One curious hand trailed down, squeezing hard. Biting back a moan at the slick pooling in his boxers, Shane nodded. “I forgot my suppressants,” he said, breathless. “I— I usually just take suppressants all season and then… deal with it myself the rest of the time. But I guess I forgot to pack them. I don’t know what to do.” --- Ilya helps Shane through an unexpected heat.
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- AO3:
- #75903826
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be sweet to me, baby by thebeautifulgame (crying2mitski)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
“Of course I’m playing,” Shane retorts, any bite in it undermined by his lack of eye contact and the pink flush steadily blooming on his freckled cheeks, “why wouldn’t I?” Ilya scoffs incredulously, lowers his voice so his words go undetected by the referee, “They let you start game, smelling like you need a knot.”
- Part 1 of the first taste (hollanov stand-alones)
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- #75906081
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shane hollander is pretty sure he’s pregnant.
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- #75895576
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It's the "We didn't even kiss" scene that's all you need to know. The first few hundred words cover scenes we’ve seen (the awards show, the bathroom) and then diverge. (og title was Teach Me How to Love.)
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- #75792936
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I just binged the book and the show and I thought Shane should cry while being called a slut, have this
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- #75898681
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“Trying to get me high, Rozanov?” Shane had teased, and had to shoot a hand out to Ilya’s elbow when the other man’s brow furrowed infinitesimally. “Joking, I’m joking.” “Okay,” Ilya acknowledged, but he remained, waiting for Shane to respond to the offer. “I just don’t want to be too high to- you know.” Ilya’s eyes had widened. “Shane Hollander, you are pervert.”
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- #75895066
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and should i wedded be by intertwingular
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
INSIDE HOCKEY'S ROYAL WEDDING NHL stars Ilya and Shane Rozanov-Hollander tie the knot. or, the Vogue Wedding Article
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- AO3:
- #75898236
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Butt Cream and Sprankle Glitter by ThePromptWasntThisLong (shredded_potato)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
“Arti-SEE-anal butt cream cake,” Ilya says, louder, stubbornly proud. “What? Why you laugh? They say it is arti-SEE-anal butt cream frosting. I say same thing.” Shane pinches the bridge of his nose. “Buttercream, Ilya. Butter-cream.” A sprinkle-shot challenge, a toddler-esque fight with JJ, and a fake fireplace later, Shane realizes this might be the best birthday ever. Shane spends the afternoon leaning against the kitchen counter with loops of icing ideas running through his brain, because he knows Ilya has been pacing for ten minutes straight. Pacing is not new in their apartment—post-game pacing, pre-game pacing, pacing whenever Shane leaves a stray sock on the floor—but this pacing is special. Ilya mutters words in Russian, then French, then some mashed-up bastardization that probably counts as a new dialect. His phone screen glows in his palm, speaker volume turned up so loud the hold music hisses thinly through the kitchen. “‘Froosteenk,’” he snarls at the air, rolling his eyes to the ceiling like the light fixture personally offended him. Shane leans on the island and smirks. “It’s ‘frosting.’” “That is what I say.” Ilya swipes his hand through the air. “Froosteenk.” “Listen, it’s froooosting. Lengthen the vowel.” Ilya scowls harder and jabs the phone screen. “Do not correct me. I know words. I am four languages.” “You are four languages,” Shane says. “You are also saying ‘frosting’ like it murdered your mother.” Ilya spins, the cord on their kitchen window blinds tangling around his forearm as he walks. The operator finally picks up—some cheerful woman whose voice sits at the pitch only golden retriever puppies can hear. “Hello, this is Kara at Sweet Slice Bakery. How can I help—” “I want big cake with…with…” Ilya loses it, hand waving, brows furrowing. “You know. Happy birthday Shane. Chocolate inside. White…” He hesitates. “White…froosteenk.” There is a tiny pause from Kara. “I’m sorry?” Ilya huffs out a breath, glances at Shane, then stomps toward him with the phone held out like it might catch fire. “They make me talk nonsense. I have NHL contract but cannot say cake.” He thrusts the phone at Shane’s chest. Shane takes it, biting his lip to stifle laughter, and switches to the smooth, effortless tone of a man conquering cake orders. “Hi, sorry, uhm, he wants a chocolate cake with vanilla frosting, twelve-inch round, simple ‘Happy birthday, Shane’ in blue piping.” He listens, nodding, wraps an arm around Ilya’s waist when Ilya leans against him like a scowling oak tree. “Pickup Friday morning works.” Kara sweetly confirms and the call ends. Shane hangs up, sets the phone on the counter, and turns toward Ilya with blatant glee. “There. Cake secured. And no one accidentally ordered ‘frosted sin’.” Ilya’s eyes narrow. “That is what she thinks I say?” “You mangled it so hard it sounded like ‘frosted sin.’ Which...honestly sounds delicious. Maybe you invented a new dessert.” “I am terrifying athlete. I fight bears in Siberia.” Ilya grabs Shane by the waist and lifts him until his butt hits the counter. “Little stubborn Hollywood boy should fear me.” The smug retort Shane stored up dissolves when Ilya leans in and kisses him, a smooth mouth pressing against Shane’s and humming softly. Shane curls his fingers in Ilya’s hair and nips his lower lip. “My big, scary Russian,” he murmurs against the kiss, tone thick with affection, “defeated by buttercream.” Friday morning rolls in with the bakery’s doorway chime squealing like a bird with a sinus infection, and Ilya ducks his six-foot-three frame beneath the string of paper cupcakes hanging across the ceiling. He announces himself to the bewildered teenager behind the counter by slapping both palms on the glass and declaring, “We are here for froosteenk doom.” Shane, who is still rubbing sleep out of his eyes, takes a leisurely half-step forward. “We’re picking up the Hollander order.” He flashes the employee a smile so easy the kid practically levitates to the back room. Ilya folds his arms, eyes on the cake boxes lining the counter, chest puffed like the bakery is his arena. “Ask them for extra…sprankle glitter,” he says under his breath. “Sprankle glitter?” “You know. The crunchy little sugar people.” “Sugar…people.” “Yes. You put on top. Sprankle glitter.” Ilya nods with solemn conviction. Shane has no idea what sprankle glitter might be, but he would arm-wrestle every pastry chef in the city if that is what it took to keep this glower directed at desserts. “We’ll see what they have,” he says, palms up, when the box is presented like a sacred relic. The design is simple, blue script gliding over white icing, perfect for the team dinner they’ll hold later. Ilya stares at the words, the corners of his mouth twitching upward, his thumb rubbing over the cardboard lid like he just landed a hat trick. The kid looks at Ilya the way people look at grizzlies in national parks. “Do you, um, need anything else?” Ilya clears his throat. “Do you sell sprankle glitter?” Shane can’t help himself. “He means sprinkles.”
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- #75488651
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i think he fell in love (he said he trust me with his life) by meltinggoose
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-17
Fuck, he would dose that scent if he could- lick it off of Shane’s lips and neck like good Russian vodka ---- Scott's words on the ice trigger Shane's first heat.
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- AO3:
- #75536746
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first-person plural possessive by oliviacirce
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-17
"Sorry, what?" Shane tore his eyes away from Ilya. Wyatt snorted, amused. "You know you can go over there, right? The days of gazing longingly at each other and hoping nobody notices are behind you, buddy."
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- AO3:
- #75935346
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Maybe You're a Bad Idea, But I'm Loving Every Minute of It by Waste_the_night
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-17
'He forces his eyes up to the array of moles along Rozanov’s chest and arms. The highlight of tonight’s ‘boring sex’ as Rozanov put it. Shane wants to connect the scattered marks all over his body. He wants to build a topographic map of Ilya Rozanov and burn it to memory. “Your beauty marks…” He sits up on his elbows. “My what?” He looks down his body, like he’s trying to figure out what Shane is talking about. Shane climbs into his lap, cupping Rozanov’s face in his hands. “Beauty marks… these.” He pokes the prominent mole that rests on his cheek. The one Shane has been dreaming about since the moment they met as teenagers.' ----- AKA - Shane is a little bit obsessed with Ilya's moles... Sex ensues.
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- AO3:
- #75934086
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“More,” Rozanov grunts in English, but Shane is transfixed on the bead of sweat rolling down his temple, down to his tense jaw. “Say more, Hollander.” “Mm, more–” “No, more– Блять–” “No more?” “Ни хрена себе– Say more Russian, Hollander.” or, Shane knows how to say about four words in Russian, and Ilya loses his mind
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- AO3:
- #75944821
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Don't wanna wait on it by mickeysmyheart
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
Once Shane’s on the road, Ilya undoes his seatbelt causing Shane to react immediately. “What are you doing?” he asks as Ilya moves over the middle console and gets his hands on Shane. “Just relax,” Ilya tells him. He works quickly to undo Shane’s pants and get his half hard cock out of his pants. “Fuck,” Shane moans as Ilya wraps his hand around it. “Ilya, I’m driving.” OR Shane and Ilya go to the cottage for the weekend for Yuna & David's wedding anniversary party and Ilya gets a little impatient on the way there.
- Part 3 of In a world post TLG
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- #75932746