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“I missed you,” Shane's voice was soft, vulnerable, as he held the other closer to him. “I missed you a lot, Ilya.” “You mean you miss playing hockey with me?" Ilya's voice sounded teasing, but Shane shook his head in response. “Well, that, too, but mostly you. Just you.” Or, Shane is injured and Ilya takes care of him
- Language:
- English
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- 4,384
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76736411
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me and my wild boy, and all of this wild joy by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
All in all, it could have been worse.
It’s not like you can measure the full length of Shane’s dick, or see the exact moment that Ilya swallows down the mess of spit and his own cum from Shane’s mouth after he sucked the life out of him.
It’s just, well, everything else.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,455
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 4 versions
- AO3:
- #76704901
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“What is this ‘ball and chain’?” Ilya frowned. Ilya's teammate grinned. “Wife. Girlfriend. Nagging you. Controlling. No fun allowed.”
- Part 1 of cobblestone (hollanov fics)
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 6,964
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #76712676
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My brother, he always hated me, and I know why, but... it kills me.
As it is written, Jacob have I loved, but Esau have I hated. (Romans 9:13)
And I hated Esau, and laid his mountains and his heritage waste for the dragons of the wilderness. (Malachi 1:3)
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 489
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76684561
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Keep Your Friends Close by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
“I just wish Lily was in Montreal. Sucks that the ‘Lily secret weapon’ is only in Boston.”
Cliff pauses then. Hand stuck midair as he was reaching for his beer. “Lily’s in Boston?”
“Yeah man. Sorry to burst your bubble, not all Boston girls are loyal to the Bears.”
Cliff turns to Hayden then. Cocking his head a little to the side, his eyes are searching Hayden’s face as if he was trying to read his mind. He opens his mouth to speak. He closes it. He shakes his head a little. And opens his mouth again,
“That’s so fucking weird dude. Roz’s ‘Jane’ is in Montreal. What are the odds those fuckers have girls in each other city’s. That would be next level rivalry, man."
AKA Cliff and Hayden run into each other on a night out and start gossiping
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 12,880
- Chapters:
- 10/11
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76504876
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Babies are expensive. Even on an NHL salary. So that's why Sarah was so grateful and confused when she got the UPPAbaby Vista V3 Stroller and Car Seat when it wasn't even on her registry.
yet more Ilya in the WAG chat.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 996
- Chapters:
- 2/2
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76276426
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When Scott’s parents died, it had been like being struck by lightning. A disaster out of the blue. This, waiting for the hammer to fall, was worse. It had been four days. People didn’t just disappear for four days for no reason.
Or: When Scott can’t get in touch with Kip for several days, he realizes the pitfalls of how isolated they are.
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- English
- Words:
- 4,376
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76691831
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Scott tries to imagine what they look like from the end of the alley. Two bros, sitting two feet apart on a bench staring at the concrete instead of each other for whatever this is, because they're not gay. Jesus.
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After the MLH awards, Scott is surprised by a... well-wisher?
World Famous Asshole Ilya Rozanov.- Language:
- English
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- 1,463
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76714136
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Alpha’s don't get pregnant. Or at least, they don't normally get pregnant. Most of the time an Alpha interested in getting pregnant will opt to transition to an Omega (or get themselves Bitched) in order to have a baby. But after retirement… Shane really wants a baby. He wants Ilya’s baby. There's nothing stopping them now, no modeling no hockey, nothing. And Shane is so fixated on it. He knows there's an extremely low chance that he'll ever take, but Ilya’s been down to help make Shane's dream happen.
- Part 2 of alpha² hollanov
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- English
- Words:
- 8,364
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76669026
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Shane had no issue helping Ilya. He knew English was a frustrating language-knew the struggles that came with having to learn a whole other way to communicate.
And honestly, it gave him a feeling of fulfillment. He loved being helpful, loved being useful.
So he was more than happy to translate when Ilya needed.
Shane just never thought the day would come when their roles would be reversed.
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a hard of hearing! shane hollander fic- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,683
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #76629846
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[a slideshow post of Ilya and Shane’s time in the Bahamas, complete with scenic sunset pictures, coconuts by the beach, and a shot of Shane from the back showing only his forearm and his hand linked with Ilya’s, leading him forward]
getaway
1.4m likes, 3,683 commentsCOMMENTS:
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You look very nice in that swimsuit
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@S_Hollander24 sorry, i have a boyfriend
2,384 likesThe only thing the media knows about famous model Ilya Rozanov's secret boyfriend is that he exists. Shane is happy to keep their relationship private, until he isn't.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 10,601
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #76643491
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have your cake (and eat it too) by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-29
Rose Landry is a bit more perceptive than Shane had probably been hoping for. She happens to be looking up at his face when he spots Ilya Rozanov at the club.
She sees the heartbreak. She sees the yearning.
And she makes a decision that changes everything.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 35,075
- Chapters:
- 10/10
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #75954466
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Everything else fades away when I look at you by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-29
Ilya Rozanov believes he is at good at noticing things about Shane Hollander. It's hard for him not to; he's gorgeous and Ilya finds it difficult to look anywhere else but where Shane is. Not a particularly good look for hockey team rivals, but Ilya stopped giving a fuck a long time ago. He would rather stare at Shane and count all of his beautiful freckles that cover his nose and cheeks than look at all the non-Shanes everywhere else. Ilya notices all the little things about Shane like the way his nose scrunches when he laughs, and how literal he is sometimes, and that he gets anxious about things, but also that Ilya can calm him down, because Ilya is never not thinking about Shane.
He's been haunted by Shane in the best possible way for years at this point, and he never wants it to stop.
- Part 6 of Hockey boys 🏒
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 3,155
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #76664206
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Ilya’s blood has always run hotter than Shane's.
Or: Yay Hollanov free use! Everybody cheered!
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 18,760
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76660081
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no place for the old by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-29
“So he break up with you because you are a million years old and dick doesn’t work?” Rozanov asks.
Or: Scott Hunter gets ragebaited into a threesome.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,616
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76633151
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“And this is Svetlana! You guys have a fun hockey connection. She’s BFFs with—ooh. What’s his name again, babe?”
“Ilya Rozanov,” says Svetlana. Feeling virtuous about it, she offers her hand first. “Don’t tell him I said you have the best hands in the league.”
Shane’s face is rigid. “Um. I won’t?”
“Thank you,” she says gravely. “You have saved a life.” Rose laughs, stroking Shane’s arm, and he suddenly remembers Svetlana’s hand is hanging. He takes it limply and disposes of it quick. His eyes look a little wild.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,581
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76656326
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In a world which Shane's been hiding his rut from Ilya, he finally agrees to entertain his lover and invites him to spend it with him. Only Shane doesn't react at all how he imagined.
- Part 1 of alpha² hollanov
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- English
- Words:
- 6,602
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76596596
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“My fucking god, Hollander, you talk so much,” Rozanov says and Shane clenches his jaw. "I am not trying to set you up with Dom friend!”
“What then? You came to rub it in or–”
Rozanov throws his hands up in defeat and snaps, “Am trying to say; Hollander, I am Dom and I will Play with you, but you talk so fucking much I can not say this!”
Shane freezes. There’s no laughter now. His stomach swoops and plummets.
“That’s not funny.”
“Do I look like I am laughing, Hollander? Am serious.”
- Part 1 of OWNED (hollanov dom/sub-verse)
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- English
- Words:
- 16,719
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76614566
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that body of yours is absurd by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-28
Ilya learns Shane is insecure about how his body has changed during his pregnancy, and does his best to fix that
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- English
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- 2,379
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76564486
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Shane is the head chef with one Michelin star under his belt. Ilya is a 3-times James Beard award recipient. Shane does not like Ilya. But what happens when they are forced to work together? one. Shane Hollander has been the executive chef at Constellation for exactly four years, two months, and sixteen days when Marcus tells him about Ilya Rozanov. "It's just for six weeks," Marcus says, like that makes it better. Like six weeks isn't an eternity when you're talking about sharing a kitchen with someone who has very publicly called your cooking "technically perfect but soulless." Shane's hands are steady as he continues breaking down the duck—breast, legs, wings—with the precision that's earned him a Michelin star and the kind of reputation that has servers whispering when he enters the dining room. "No." "Shane—" "No." He sets down his knife with controlled care. "You're telling me that Ilya Rozanov, who spent an entire episode of Chef's Table explaining why classical French technique is 'the death of innovation,' is going to come into my kitchen—" "Our kitchen," Marcus corrects, which is technically true since he owns the restaurant, but Shane's been running it since the doors opened. "—and what? Critique my mise en place? Reorganize my walk-in? Tell me that my sauce work is bourgeois?" Marcus has the grace to look uncomfortable. "The publicity would be incredible. Two of the most talked-about chefs under forty, working together for the first time. The Times would eat it up. We could finally get that second star." Shane's jaw tightens. He doesn't need Ilya Rozanov's chaos to get a second star. He needs consistency, precision, and a dining room full of people who appreciate the kind of cooking that makes grown men cry—not because it's weird or boundary-pushing, but because it's perfect. "He's opening his own place in the city next year," Marcus continues. "Some experimental concept. Farm-to-table meets molecular gastronomy meets—I don't know, interpretive dance probably. But he wants to spend time in different kitchens first. Learning, he says." "Learning," Shane repeats flatly. "Ilya Rozanov, winner of three James Beard awards before he turned thirty, wants to learn from me?" "He specifically requested you." That stops Shane cold. "What?" Marcus shifts his weight, suddenly very interested in the copper pots hanging from the rack above the prep station. "He said—and I quote—'Hollander's one of the few chefs in North America who actually respects his ingredients enough to let them speak.' Which, coming from him, is high praise." Shane feels heat crawl up his neck. He's read every interview Ilya's ever given, watched every episode of every show he's been on, even hate-read his cookbook cover to cover. Not because he's obsessed—he tells himself it's professional research. Know your compettition. Except Ilya isn't really his competition, not in any traditional sense. They operate in completely different spheres. Ilya's the kind of chef who serves deconstructed everything, who treats a plate like a canvas, who once made a dessert that was just three perfect berries, some edible flowers, and what he called "the memory of cream." It was pretentious as hell. Shane had thought about it for a week. "When?" Shane asks finally. "He arrives Sunday." Shane closes his eyes. "That's in three days." "I know." "We have the Marchand private dinner Saturday." "I know." "And you're just telling me now?" Marcus has the decency to look apologetic. "I was hoping to find the right moment." "There is no right moment for this." Shane returns to his duck, his cuts perhaps slightly more aggressive than necessary. "Fine. Six weeks. But he follows my rules. My kitchen, my systems, my standards." "Of course," Marcus says, already backing toward the door like he's afraid Shane might change his mind. "I'll send you his requirements." "Requirements?" But Marcus is already gone. Shane looks down at the perfectly butchered duck in front of him and has the distinct feeling he's just agreed to something that's going to change everything. The email arrives at 11:04 PM. Shane's in his apartment—a studio in Queens that's closer to the restaurant than anything in Manhattan would be, decorated with nothing but a mattress, a espresso machine, and about thirty cookbooks—when his phone buzzes.
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- English
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- 7,853
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76570456