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The elevator is quiet. Too quiet. It presses against his skin, making him incredibly aware of the sweat cooling there. He also realizes that he hasn't hit the button to take him away from this floor. Shane glances at his phone once more, where the message glares back at him. He shakes his head and pockets the device, unaware of his thumb hitting the button to send it, reaching out with his other hand to stab at the button for his own floor.
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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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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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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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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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Ilya’s Guide to Menacingly Soft Launching Your Relationship (and One Extremely Effective Hard Launch) by Lil_lightning15
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-17
“I think we tell world now,” Ilya declared grandly, pacing across Shane’s living room in Montreal. “Big announcement. Maybe fireworks. Maybe airplane banner over city—” Shane, sitting curled on the couch in sweatpants, nearly choked on his tea. “No,” he said immediately. “Absolutely not. No fireworks. No banners. No announcements. I’m not letting you hard launch us into oblivion.” --------- Five times they soft launch and one time they hard launch, or Ilya is given free rein to soft launch their relationship.
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While Shane is in New York securing a large donation for the Irina Foundation, Ilya's in Montreal trying to get his daughters to a figure skating competition on time. A long day in two cities—but they get through it together, apart.
- Part 4 of hollandad & papanov
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Shane doesn’t say he’s overwhelmed. He never does. He shows up instead—later than planned, jaw tight, movements clipped like every second is being audited. His bag lands by the door with more force than necessary. He stands there for a moment too long, as if waiting for instructions he hasn’t been given. Ilya clocks it immediately. “Hey,” he says gently, already closing the distance. “Come here.” Shane shakes his head once, sharp. “Just—give me a minute.” Ilya gives him thirty seconds. Then he takes Shane’s wrist—not tight, not demanding—and guides him further into the apartment. “Shoes off,” he says, voice calm, certain. “Jacket too.” or Ilya takes care of an overwhelmed and overstimulated Shane by letting him float away into subspace for a bit. Shane doesn’t say he’s overwhelmed. He never does. He shows up instead—later than planned, jaw tight, movements clipped like every second is being audited. His bag lands by the door with more force than necessary. He stands there for a moment too long, as if waiting for instructions he hasn’t been given. Ilya clocks it immediately. “Hey,” he says gently, already closing the distance. “Come here.” Shane shakes his head once, sharp. “Just—give me a minute.” Ilya gives him thirty seconds. Then he takes Shane’s wrist—not tight, not demanding—and guides him further into the apartment. “Shoes off,” he says, voice calm, certain. “Jacket too.” Shane exhales, something brittle easing. He does as he’s told. Good. Ilya takes the bag, sets it aside. He steers Shane toward the couch, presses him down with a hand on his shoulder. “Sit.” Shane sits. It’s small. It’s nothing. But it’s also everything—permission to stop managing, to stop anticipating, to stop being the one who has to decide what happens next. Ilya disappears into the kitchen and comes back with a glass of water, sets it in Shane’s hands. “Drink.” Shane does. His hands shake just a little. Ilya sits beside him, close enough that their thighs touch. He doesn’t ask questions. He doesn’t ask Shane to explain. He just starts grounding them back into the same room. “Phone,” Ilya says, holding out his hand. Shane hesitates. Then he hands it over. Ilya puts it face‑down on the table, out of reach. “Good.” Shane swallows. His shoulders slump, just barely, like a structure being allowed to fail safely. “I didn’t realize how loud it was,” Shane says finally, staring at nothing. Ilya nods. “It gets like that.” He shifts, pulls Shane gently but firmly against him, Shane’s back to Ilya’s chest. He wraps his arms around Shane’s middle, solid and warm. Shane stiffens for half a second out of habit —then melts. Ilya rests his chin on Shane’s shoulder. “You don’t have to think right now,” he murmurs. “I have you.” Shane’s breath shudders. “I don’t know what I need.” “That is okay,” Ilya says without hesitation. “I do.” He adjusts the blanket over them. Turns the lights lower. Presses a slow, steady rhythm into Shane’s side with his thumb, counting breaths Shane doesn’t realize he’s following. Minutes pass. Maybe more. Shane leans back fully now, trusting the weight behind him. “You’re good at this,” he says, voice soft, almost surprised. Ilya smiles into his hair. “You let me be.” Shane is quiet for a long moment. Then, barely audible: “Thank you.” Ilya tightens his arms, just a little. “Anytime.” Later—much later—when Shane’s thoughts have slowed and the world has shrunk back to a manageable size, Ilya asks one more thing. “Stay?” Shane doesn’t hesitate this time. “Yeah.” And for once, he doesn’t feel like he’s choosing. He feels like he’s being taken care of. Ilya doesn’t move for a long while. He waits until Shane’s breathing has evened out, until the tension has fully drained from his shoulders. Only then does he speak again. “Okay,” he says quietly. “Next thing.”
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A perfect Sunday morning for husbands Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov.
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Moy Muzh. My Husband. by Tibbythibs
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-16
Shane has a little surprise for Ilya following their ceremony. *This takes place directly after the ceremony, when Ilya and Shane go inside to fill out paperwork in Chapter 39.*
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Rozanov is staring at him, smirking. There's cameras on the penalty boxes. They're definitely being watched. Shane should look away, but as always, he’s caught up by those eyes. or, two scenes in penalty boxes, more than a decade apart
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“I finally figured out what that sweet smell here is that I never get from ice creams, no matter how many flavours I try” Shane’s hands stilled on the counter. The shop felt suddenly too quiet, the hum of the freezer loud in his ears. “It’s you,” Ilya said softly.
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These Are a Few of My Favorite Things by lucianowriter
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-16
“Why does it have to be Rozanov?” Hayden whined, his hand emphatically pointed at the screen where they were replaying the goal Ilya’d just made. Shane was too focused on his boyfriend to look away from the screen. “Why does it have to be Jackie?” Jackie snorted and responded, “He has you there, Hayd.”
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wired a little different by Adrenochrome
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-15
Shane was, unfortunately, painfully aware of his autism, regardless of his perceived level of function. Only his parents and his psychiatrist know, as it is something he has guarded from the world for fear of judgment. But now he is ready to share his secret with Ilya.
- Part 1 of somewhere on the spectrum
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A few months after Ilya joins the Centaurs, his apartment gets a gas leak. It's a perfectly inconvenient time to be out of housing, but luckily, Yuna and David come to the rescue. Now, Ilya just has to survive a week living with in-laws that may or may not hate his guts. As it turns out, his expectations could not have been more subverted. 有中文版！
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In the palm of your hand by clockwrkpendrxgon
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-15
The one where Shane and Ilya find out they are having twins.
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Stolen grocery store kisses by EndlessSunsetRose
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-15
Such a mundane thing. Yet doing it together was the most special thing in the world.
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Young and Hopelessly Smitten by jukoist
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-15
“Ilya Rozanov,” Shane repeats slowly, letting himself taste the words. He grins. “Wow. You’re, like, a really good player. How come you’re in Canada for summer camp? Is that weird to ask? Sorry if that’s weird. I just meant-” Shane is cut off by a hand on his mouth. He flushes. “Too fast,” Ilya says. “My English… not good.” “Sorry,” Shane mumbles into Ilya’s hand. Ilya grins and shakes his head, curls dancing, as he pulls his hand away. “Is okay. Slow words. Okay?” This year marks thirteen year Shane Hollander's third summer at Coach Marakov's elite hockey training camp. In attendance for the first time: Ilya Rozanov, visiting from Russia. Shane isn't the most sociable, and Ilya's English isn't the greatest, yet the unlikely duo soon become the best of friends. It's just one summer, but it makes a world of difference.
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Shane's passcode has been 1221 since 2011, duh by frizzyanya
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-15
Hayden and J.J. can't stand seeing their friend Shane so heartbroken over his ex girlfriend Lily. So naturally they steal her number off his phone to try to convince her to get back together with him. Chaos ensues.
- Part 1 of Teammate Shenanigans
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'But I made him a sandwich,' he thought plaintively. He’d been trying to…care for Shane. Show him that there was more to Ilya than what he’d seen so far. His mother had always cooked for him when he was upset as a little boy, and ever since, food had represented warmth and home and comfort to Ilya. And Shane had eaten the tuna melt, fucked him, and then just…walked out on him.
OR Let's dig into Ilya's pain after Shane walks out on him post tuna-melts
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