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Hockey is a rough sport. Everyone knows that. You go down, you get back up. That’s the game. When Ilya Rozanov goes down on the ice, the Boston Bears are already moving to defend their captain. No one expects Shane Hollander, captain of the Montreal Voyageurs, to be the one who throws the first punch. Ilya Rozanov loved playing against Shane Hollander almost as much as he loved fucking him. Not that anyone in the arena would ever know that—not with the way Ilya drove Shane shoulder-first into the boards now. His weight crashed in behind him a moment later, pinning him there as the plexiglass shuddered from the impact. The vibration climbed all the way up Ilya’s arms and rattled against his teeth. Shane’s breath left him in a sharp burst of white, fogging across the glass where his visor pressed flush against it. His mouth fell open on a broken sound that never quite escaped, swallowed whole by the crowd as they surged to their feet, hungry and gleeful as they turned toward the collision. Ilya felt it anyway. Felt the way Shane’s body tensed first, instinct flaring hot and defensive, then yielded when recognition set in. When his body understood exactly who had him pinned to the boards. Ilya felt Shane’s spine arch, ribs expanding under the pressure of his forearm, a helpless, involuntary offering that sent something low and dangerous coiling tight in Ilya’s gut. For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to that single point of contact. Blades biting into the ice. Pads creaking beneath the fabric of their opposing jerseys—eighty-one and twenty-four. Shane was unyielding even when he was pinned, even when his weight subtly pressed back instead of away. Ilya stayed there a fraction too long. Long enough to memorize the exact moment Shane’s resistance softened without ever breaking. Long enough to feel the way Shane leaned into him, like a promise instead of a warning. Somewhere in the crowd, the cameras whined as they zoomed in, greedy to catch the moment for the viewers at home. In the booths, surrounded by those same unblinking lenses that caught every possible angle of the collision, Ilya knew the commentators had already leaned forward in their comfortable chairs. He knew they would already be dissecting yet another brutal meeting between the captains of the Montreal Voyageurs and the Boston Bears. “Oh—Rozanov’s been hunting that matchup all night,” one of the commentators said, delighted. “The captains of these two teams have a long history of rivalry on the ice. Hardly surprising to find them—” “It’s a clean hit,” the other commentator cut in. “Hollander’s not known for losing his head, but Rozanov has a way of getting under even the most level-headed guy’s skin. You can feel the tension every time these two share the ice—neither one of them ever backs down.” “Hell of a show they’re putting on for us tonight.” But on the ice, none of that mattered. The boards were bleeding cold through the layers of their padding, seeping into Shane’s shoulder, his ribs, his spine. Ilya could feel him shivering. The crowd was still on its feet, a wall of sound that blurred the edges of everything else, but the heat between them ignored it completely. Ilya’s body kept Shane pressed to the boards, unyielding even as helmets knocked together, cages scraping with a thin metallic rasp that felt far too intimate for how hard they were supposed to be hitting. It almost—almost—landed like a kiss when Shane twisted, trying to throw him off. Ilya felt every taut line of Shane’s body straining beneath him, muscles coiled and familiar in a way that loosened something dangerous in his chest even as they fought for possession over the puck. Ilya leaned in, just enough that Shane could feel his breath through the vents of his helmet. He smiled where only Shane could see it. “You skate slow today, captain,” he murmured, his accent thicker, softer. “Maybe tired from last night.” His grin turned sharp. “Should I take it easy on you?” Shane huffed a laugh that scraped out of him, rough and breathless. His shoulders shifted, instinctively angling closer even as the linesman started toward them. “Fuck off, Rozanov,” he muttered, dragging in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. The sound went straight through Ilya. And before he could stop himself, his gloved hand slid to Shane’s hip and squeezed—hard. Something reckless and private pressed into the narrow space between their pads and the noise and the regulation rules they both lived by. It shouldn’t have meant anything to anyone who noticed the touch lingered too long. It was for balance. It was instinct. A dozen excuses flared and died in Ilya’s head, because—fuck it—he wanted Shane closer. Wanted to lean in and kiss him stupid, right there against the glass. Wanted the world to finally understand what it was cheering for. Shane Hollander was his. Ilya knew his touch was too possessive. He knew he should probably pull back, create distance, or the illusion of it. But his fingers dug in harder instead, lingering too close to something that could never be explained away as incidental contact. Shane’s dark eyes snapped up, catching Ilya’s, sharp and furious and lit with something that made Ilya’s pulse stutter, like he’d misjudging a step and felt the drop a heartbeat too late. “Make me,” Ilya murmured, the words soft behind his grin. Then he slammed Shane back into the plexiglass again—just to feel it. The jolt. The way Shane’s body reacted before his pride could catch up. The involuntary sound punched out of him as their skates stuttered beneath them, blades biting and chattering against the ice as the puck bounced uselessly between their skates. Shane’s grunt slid low in his throat, a sound he only made when he was fighting for something he refused to lose. And all Ilya could think of—hot and unbidden—was last night. This exact angle. This exact body. This exact resistance that wasn’t resistance at all. Only it had been skin between them instead of gear. Hands instead of gloves. The heat of Shane’s breath breaking apart under him. The way Shane’s thighs had trembled as Ilya took his cock into his mouth. The way Shane had clung to him, arching into every thrust like he
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ilyushka81 liked your review by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-09
Lists
movies that remind me of my husband
Я люблю тебя♥︎ 1 like
Moonlight (2016)
Past Lives (2023)
Snoopy, Come Home (1972)
10 Things I Hate About You (1999)
Lady and the Tramp (1955)
Before Sunrise (1995)
Ponyo (2008)—
[Or: some of Ilya’s silly little movie reviews.]
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Ilya Rozanov is not scared of many things.
But there are just some things that are ingrained in a person, instincts that will never let go.
Growing up, there were many things that were drilled into his head, and one of those was to not be stupid with the girls he was sleeping with.
Did he want to become a father at fifteen? Fuck no. Condoms, every time. No matter what she said or how horny he was. And he stuck with that rule, did his damndest to always be prepared.
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aka the condom breaks mid-sex
- Part 1 of all dwk heated rivalry fics
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No one's allowed to flirt with Shane except Ilya by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-09
Shane hooked up with two other guys, and he even told Ilya that. One guy in Mexico and one in LA. They probably shouldn't have gone on vacation to Mexico.
Or, Ilya and Shane run into Shane's hookup in Mexico, and Ilya gets jealous. He wants to mark his territory.
- Part 2 of Jealous!Ilya
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Ilya Rozanov thinks it's probably best to decline the invitation to the 2017 All-Star Game. It's not swaggering, knothead alpha male bullshit; it's a survival strategy. He doesn't think it'll end well for anyone if he's forced into playing an instinct-driven, blood-pumping sport like ice hockey with Shane Hollander right now, not when Hollander is probably going to bring his new girlfriend to Tampa for the weekend.
But it's Hollander. It's Shane. So of course Ilya doesn't decline the stupid invitation. And of course the game goes sideways.
That doesn't mean it doesn't end well.
- Part 3 of my heated rivalry fics
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He's had a nightmare about this. Several, in fact. Not so long ago, there were weeks on end when he had more nightmares than not about this exact thing, and now here he is frozen in his living room, watching it happen to somebody else.
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Scott & Kip react to Hollanov being outed.
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Lily: i think you have earned a little reward. do not scroll any more until you are alone ;)
Shane flushes so hot he almost drops his phone.
Shane had a great game. Ilya has a great idea.
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Hayden's young son is diagnosed as autistic, and he begins to realize that he's seen a lot of these symptoms before...in his best friend. Now Shane's having to come to terms with being one of those people who slipped through the cracks as a child and is diagnosed as an adult. How can Ilya and the rest of their friends support him through this?
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the best person to be stuck in an elevator with by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-09
There's no good way to be stuck in an elevator. Not when you're stuck in an elevator with someone who treats being annoying as an art form he wants to perfect, and definitely not when that person is your son's rival who you've hated for years.
But, when Yuna finds herself stuck in an elevator with Ilya Rozanov, she realises there's more to the story than she'd seen.
- Part 1 of It starts in an elevator
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Winning puts things into perspective. So does losing.
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Shane felt terrible for asking Troy and Harris last minute to babysit but they really had no other option. or Troy has to reason with a mini Ilya
- Part 8 of hollanov parenthood adventure ✨
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Jane: No problem again, sorry. I’ll see you in a few months.
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When Shane finally opened the door to his apartment, he was greeted by a loud, teasing voice that made him grimace. “There he is. Shane Hollander, good guy turned bad.” He shot a sharp glare. “Shut the fuck up,” he muttered, kicking off his shoes and hanging up his jacket before heading toward Ilya. “No, never,” Ilya grinned mischievously. “This has been my wet dream for so long.” Shane looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Me fighting Hunter is your wet dream? Gross.” Ilya towered over him, thumb tracing Shane’s freckles as he stepped closer. “Just you fighting. Would’ve preferred it was me.”
- Part 1 of My Hollanov Fics
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“Mr. Vance, is it?” Ilya extended his hand to greet the man who had stood when they walked in, “Sorry we’re late, my husband is terrible at keeping track of time.” He added a shrug and Shane rolled his eyes. “Pleasure to meet you both.” Mr. Vance pulled his hand from Ilya, and reached for Shane’s hand, “Truly an honor.” When he turned to walk back to his seat, Ilya and Shane made eye contact, trying their best not to laugh, made even more difficult when they saw the screensaver on Mr. Vance’s computer was Shane’s former team, Montreal. __ (Or, Shane and Ilya attend parent teacher conference and his teacher just happens to be a fan)
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I'll make your inhibitions all disappear by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-08
Scott's PoV of the Rozanov-Hollander wedding.
- Part 2 of Married in Vegas
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miss him in pictures but it doesn’t faze me by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-08
Scott [19:57]: I'm so sorry, but I can't. I hope you have a really nice time with your friends. Happy birthday.
He wants to add I love you, because God knows that hasn't changed - won't change - but deletes it before sending.
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bar scene aftermath, everyone has many feelings- Part 1 of who are we to fight the alchemy?
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#shanehollanderisoverparty by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-08
Twitter discovers Shane's landlord era after his former tenant who is not a hockey fan comes across the fanmail video of them kissing
- Part 1 of Game Changers SocMed Crack Fics
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Ilya dug deeper into the bag and pulled out a sturdy, leather dog collar, dark brown and buckled. Quick as a wink, he held it up, dangling it directly at Shane’s neck. "You make cute puppy. Shchenok Shane."
Shane glared, his face heating up instantly, and slapped Ilya's hand away. "Stop it!"
Ilya advanced closer, his stance casual, yet dominating. "I am serious. Consider this gift. It says, 'I belong to Ilya Rozanov.'... Come on. Put it on. Be my good boy."
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Ilya Rozanov ✅ @ilyarozanov posted a story • 6h [Image: Photo taken from the team's chartered plane window overlooking a view of a beautiful clouded horizon.] going places you cant even pronouns 😂✌ Shane’s Book Reviews @shollander_24 replied to your story: shollander_24 *Pronounce Or how Ilya Rozanov romanced one Shane Hollander, book enthusiast, up and down the bowels of Instagram (and succeeded).
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Ilya resurfaced with a look in his eye, the kind Shane knew was trouble and swam towards him. He smacked a kiss onto his foot before grabbing on to Shane’s thigh and puckering up. “Gimme kiss.” “You’re cold.” Shane complained, but kissed him anyway. How could he not? He’d give Ilya a kiss any time he asked. OR four times Ilya asked for a kiss and one time shane did
- Part 1 of heated rivalry things
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