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The video opens with an air of domesticity and almost innocence to it that foreshadowed nothing of what would follow. A quick sweeping shot of a bedroom, lights low, before the camera settles on a man standing in front of a mirror. The atmosphere is intimate and cozy. Ilya Rozanov is just finishing pulling the jersey over his head, abs and a trail of hair disappearing under a sea of blue. He turns to look in the mirror. His black boxer briefs visible where the jersey ends. HOLLANDER spelled across the back with 24 in the center
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Well it's yet another Hollanov getting outted Pre-Tuna melt fic because this one is haunting my brain.
How will the boys handle it when a stupid video they decided to make gets posted at the start of the 2016 season? Before they've ever had a chance to establish what they want with each other. What will the consequences be in a era before Scott Hunter kissing on the ice and Ilya's still the captain in Boston.- Language:
- English
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- 32/?
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- AO3:
- #84518236
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Troublemaker Reheated by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-05-23
Kip and Ilya find themselves reminiscing about the past and future at the 2026 MHL Awards.
- Part 16 of Troublemakers
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- English
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- 6,026
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #85371401
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Scott + Ilya vs. The Homophobes by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-10
Scott and Ilya put up a united front against all the homophobic assholes in the league. Well, maybe not that united. But at least they're changing the narrative a bit, one homophobe at a time.
- Part 5 of Hollanov/Centaurs Texting/WAG Fics
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- English
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- 1,473
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- 1/?
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- 1
- AO3:
- #82849586
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After coming out to Scott but leaving out some crucial information… Ilya and Shane are caught red handed by him and Kip.
- Part 2 of Hollanov and Scott Hunter
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Kip loves Scott, so he's willing to join him wherever he's needed, whether that's at games or social events or - god forbid - MLH-mandated youth hockey initiatives. Even if Ilya Rozanov is there. OR: Kip and Ilya meet after the on-ice kiss. An unlikely friendship ensues, along with an even more unlikely double date. OR: Scott Hunter thinks Rozanov might have found a new and unusual method of torture: making friends with his boyfriend. That alone is bad enough, but when Rozanov shows up at his door with Shane Hollander in tow, Scott is left to reckon with the frankly unfathomable fact of their secret decade-long relationship. He still thinks he's too lazy to be a serial killer, but perhaps a single premeditated murder isn't off the table.
- Part 3 of My Moon
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- English
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- 8,521
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- 6/6
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77233221
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Puck It! – Sam & Jack Talk Hockey, episode #124: Carter Vaughn shares the secret to the Admirals’ winning streak, proposing to Gloria Grey and favorite road trip destinations
Carter: Turns out, it’s gotta be the same smoothie, from the same shop, made by the same smoothie guy.
Jack: Oh wow, that’s specific.
Sam: What if Smoothie Guy has a day off?
Carter: Worse! Smoothie Guy quit the job a few weeks in.
Jack: No!
Carter: Yeah, that time the Raiders fucking massacred us on the ice?
Sam: Oh my God, because you couldn’t get your smoothies?-
Scott’s friends are very supportive after he comes out to them - stay tuned for the most heterosexual reason to go to a gay bar that they can possibly come up with and the magic of friendship and smoothies and mocktails.- Part 3 of who are we to fight the alchemy?
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- #77734286
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Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov, star players and fiancés of the Ottawa Centaurs, have shared both love and triumph on and off the ice, including two Stanley Cup victories. But when a devastating hit leaves Shane with partial amnesia, he forgets only Ilya—the man he once loved and imagined a future with. The world knows them as Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander—superstars, champions, captains. Ottawa’s golden boys. Two men who changed the shape of a franchise and, without ever meaning to, shifted the culture of the league simply by loving each other openly. They play on the Ottawa Centaurs, share a line, share a home, share a future. Their engagement had broken the internet for a solid forty-eight hours—rings flashing during warmups, a quiet kiss caught by a long lens, Shane’s hand resting so naturally at Ilya’s back it felt like it had always belonged there. There are haters. There always are. But they are drowned out by the roar of fans who chant their names together, by teammates who treat their relationship as the most normal thing in the world, by families who sit side by side in the stands wearing matching jerseys. Together, they have won two Stanley Cups. Together, they have bled for this sport. And together, they understand the risk. Hockey is fast. Hockey is violent. Hockey does not care who you love. They’ve always known that. Ilya learned it first in April of 2014. Back then, Shane was playing against Boston. A hard hit—late, ugly, the kind that makes the arena go silent before anyone even realizes why. Shane went down wrong, helmet snapping back, body going slack as he hit the ice. Ilya had been on the bench. He remembers standing up too fast. The way his vision tunneled. The way his heart stopped beating—not metaphorically, not poetically, but truly, painfully still—as Shane didn’t move. He remembers gripping the boards so hard his knuckles went white. Remembered screaming Shane’s name without realizing he was doing it. Remembered the medical staff swarming, remembered the stretcher, remembered not breathing again until he saw Shane’s chest rise in the tunnel. After that, every hit carried a ghost. Every time Shane stayed down a second too long, Ilya felt 2014 claw its way up his spine. They talked about it, quietly, late at night. About the risks. About concussions and broken bones and the way the game takes pieces of you and never gives them back. They promised each other honesty. They promised each other presence. They promised that no matter what—no matter the cameras, the league, the rules—they would choose each other first. That promise is tested again in 2017. It happens fast. Too fast. The puck is dumped deep, Shane chasing hard, skates digging in. There’s a collision near the boards—shoulder to shoulder, brutal but clean—and then something goes wrong. Shane’s edge catches. His head snaps back. He goes down. And this time… he doesn’t move. The arena goes deathly quiet in that way every hockey fan recognizes instantly. No cheering. No booing. Just the sharp scrape of skates slowing, players looking around, realizing something is wrong. Ilya sees it from center ice. Sees Shane’s body twisted unnaturally. Sees his stick slip from his fingers. Sees the stillness. The past slams into him like a freight train. But this time— This time Ilya doesn’t freeze. He doesn’t stay back. He doesn’t wait for officials. He doesn’t care about protocol or penalties or the watching eyes of thousands of fans and millions more at home. His fiancé is unmoving. Ilya drops his gloves and sprints. “ILYA—!” someone shouts, maybe a ref, maybe a teammate. He doesn’t hear it. He drops to his knees beside Shane, hands shaking as he cups his helmeted face. “Shane. Shane—hey, love, look at me. Please. Please.” His voice cracks on the last word.
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- AO3:
- #77247666