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from seed to tree, i grew so tall by imbihesgay
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-07-19
It seems silly to ever, ever be sad when this is his life. Yet, the brilliant sunlight today seems to be tinged with a gray tone he can’t blink away. A filter over his eyes, over his heart, making his limbs feel like lead. Fear, palpable and boiling in his stomach. He has everything he ever wanted, and what if- god what if he lost it? Thoughts of his mother, too. The beautiful, funny, brilliant woman who used to comb his messy curls and call him her little angel whenever she spoke to him. The woman who soothed his aches when he was hurt, who brushed the harsh words of his father right out of his ears with her own gentle ones. He gets why she left. He doesn’t blame her, not really. Sometimes, he thinks he might really understand it. Days like today, he thinks, which is a bit scary. -ilya has a bad mental health day on a babymoon trip to the cottage with shane and their daughter. his family is there for him-
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so hot it’s hurting my feelings by justhockey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-07-04
“We are in hell, surely,” Ilya complains, sweat beading at his temples as he flops down on the couch beside Shane. “Why is it so hot? Is this what we get for having gay sex?” Shane fixes him with an unamused stare. “Because it’s barely 10am, and it’s already 34 degrees outside. Oh, and the AC is broken.” “I am going to kill myself.”
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wherever you are is my favourite place by justhockey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-06-12
“You can go, y’know, if you want-“ “Ah, no. I do not want to,” Ilya interrupts. “Stay at home with my very sexy husband who is wearing his glasses, or go out to a club filled with people who are not you? The answer is very simple, Shane.” Shane rolls his eyes again, but he’s smiling as he saunters towards Ilya.
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Gay or European by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-04-21
Rozanov is due to arrive today. Cliff isn’t freaking out. Not even a little bit. He just has no idea what to expect from him.
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Five people who fail to clock Ilya Rozanov and one who immediately figures him out. AKA "being a little transparent as a hockey player is fine, because it doesn't occur to other hockey players that you might be queer".
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love was a myth (now it’s my morning coffee) by justhockey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-26
“What were you doing?” “Oh.” A sweet flush colours Shane’s freckled cheeks, and his fingers twitch where they’re still resting on Ilya’s back. “I was just tracing your moles.” Ilya is going to die. His heart is actually going to give out on him because of this sweet, perfect man who he loves more than he knows what to do with. Who he loves more than anything in this entire world.
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Hollanov vs The Internet by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-27
Shane and Ilya aren't exactly the most internet savvy. When you're hiding a secret relationship for over a decade, you clearly avoid social media. Even when that means you tend to be a bit behind, especially compared to your young rookies.
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Snippets of text exchanges between Hollanov, their team, and their rookies.
- Part 1 of Ottawa Centaurs Gone Wild
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how I've lived 'til now, I tell them I don't know by imbihesgay
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-26
Still, there’s something that sticks in his chest about all of this, feeling like somehow, he’s failed. Baby should have turned on her own by now. What is he doing wrong? Everything else about the pregnancy so far has been textbook. He’s done everything right- his diet, his exercise routine, prenatal yoga, Lamaze class, protein shakes, oil massages- Seriously, he's done every single thing the pregnancy books advised him to do. He hasn’t missed a single one. Yet, somehow, he’s failed at this. And this is pretty fucking important. If she’s not head down, he can’t safely deliver her. And if he can’t do that- Christ. Shane exhales again, rubbing his hands deliberately over the aching stretch of skin on his belly. He pushes against her stubborn little foot, low on his side. “Why don’t you wanna flip, little girl?” he asks softly, brows furrowed. “I did the stupid elephant walk and I burned moxa at my feet. I’ve done the stretches, I let your dad massage my belly, I’ve tried everything. What am I doing wrong, hm?” -or, shane is 36wks pregnant with their first baby, and she's being stubborn about flipping head down-
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a series of unhinged posts by the First Husbands of Hockey
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There is no plot. There is no foreplay. This is smut. He never broke eye contact with Shane–not for a second. Their breathing picked up, growing heavier as that familiar pull of desire and want overtook them. They stared at each other, fully aware of just how far gone they both were, how badly they wanted each other, how obsessed they’d become with each other.
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have a couple kids, got the whole block looking like you by shesawelcomesign
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-20
He thinks about 18-year-old Shane, meeting Ilya Rozanov in Saskatchewan. He thinks about Shane now, retired, but with busier days than ever. He thinks about all the Shanes in between- Montreal Voyageur captain Shane, realizing he’s in love with the one person he never could be. The Shane that could never go back to the team he thought he’d always be a part of. The Shane that created a dynasty and a family with the love of his life in Ottawa. He hopes they would be proud of him, and the life he’s made for himself.
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What if Ilya made Shane’s fantasy from Heated Rivelary Chapter 26 a reality and brought him out to that island?
- Part 5 of What if…
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Shane and Ilya host a Halloween party the first year that Shane is a Centaur. Just them being in love and hanging out with the team. “Hollander. You can't go as a hockey player, you are a hockey player.” Ilya said with an eye roll when he walked in on his husband getting dressed in their bathroom. “First of all, I can go as whatever I want. There are no rules to Halloween. Second of all, I am not a hockey player. I am going as Ilya Rozanov.” Shane smirked before their eyes met in the mirror and Shane's smirk morphed into a genuine smile. He grabbed the Boston jersey that Ilya was just now noticing draped over the chair for the vanity. It had Ilya's old number on it, but instead of Rozanov on the back it said “Second Best Center.” “Shane Hollanov! Are you making a joke?! I thought you were boring. And you are making a joke.” Ilya was giddy with excitement. He loved playful Shane. “No.” Shane gave Ilya's cheek a kiss. “No joke. Just me, going as my husband, the second best center in the league.” Ilya moved away from Shane. If he continued to make physical contact he would not be able to get dressed and the team was going to start arriving at their house for the party soon. He grabbed his own costume, this year he was going as a detective. He liked being known as perceptive. “We will see who is second best. I am on the first line, captain and leading the league in overall points.” “Yes, well I have been on this team for four months and I am already the leading goal scorer. So, we’ll see who is second best at the end of the season.” They grinned at each other. When Shane joined Ottawa, Ilya had worried that being on the same team would mean they would have less opportunities to compete. They fell in love through competing, and he loved when they got to play against each other. He didn't want to lose that. But, he had worried for nothing. Turns out, being on the same team meant even more chances to compete. They scrimmaged against each other several times a week and battled it out in cardio and weight training. In fact, it's a good thing they had been practicing keeping hockey and their relationship separate for more than ten years, because there might be even more tension between them now that they were competing for the same ice time. Being married had not changed either of their drives to be the best. After they both finished dressing, and made their way downstairs, Shane turned towards Ilya with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “What, you're not going to post our picture to Instagram? You're always trying to get me to take photos with you. But now that I am in this awesome costume suddenly you don't want to? Worried your fans will agree that you're second best?” Oh. Now it was on. Ilya took two pictures, one of them together, facing the camera and smiling sweetly. And one of the back of Shane's jersey. He almost didn't want to post it because Shane's skater’s ass looked too good and he wanted to keep it for himself. But, there was a contest to win. He posted both pictures to Instagram with the caption “Who is second best?” He put the phone away and kissed his husband. They would let the fans fight it out while they enjoyed the party. After everyone had arrived, Ilya found himself dancing in the middle of the makeshift dance floor - surrounded by beautiful women, and his teammates who were also beautiful. He was maybe a bit high. It felt a lot like last year, but this time when he saw his teammates dancing with their partners, he didn't feel alone. He glanced up at his husband who was chatting with Harris and waved him over. Shane smiled shyly, said something to Harris and walked towards Ilya. “Hi.” Shane said when he folded himself into Ilya's arms. “Hi,” Ilya replied as he wrapped Shane in tightly. “We have danced together more in the four months since our wedding than in the ten years before. I like it.” Shane grinned at Ilya. “You just like touching me.” “Is nice” Ilya said as his hands moved down to Shane's ass. Shane slapped his hand away. “Not here!” He hissed. “Shane. No one is watching. It's fine.” Ilya's eyes glimmered with playful heat. “Nope. No way. We are out but not that out.” “Fine. Fine.” “Do you want to get some air? Someone started the fire pit.” Shane said. Ilya nodded and Shane grabbed his hand to guid them outside. _ When they got to the outdoor seating area surrounding the fire pit Shane noticed that there weren't any seats left. Lisa stood up and moved into Wyatt's lap and Ilya took her spot. Ilya gestured for Shane to sit on his lap but Shane was not sure about this. They were out, and they held hands in public. But sitting on each other's laps? That was a lot of PDA. Like a lot. But, this was their team. The Centaurs had been nothing but supportive. And if Lisa and Wyatt could do it, why couldn't they? Indecision must have been evident on his face because Bood spoke. “Roz, your husband won't sit on your lap? He thinks he will crush you?” Ilya scoffed and looked at Shane with love in his warm eyes but that crooked smile that always meant trouble had made an appearance. “Hollander is so small. Claims to be 5’10, He's almost as short as Barrett.” “I am 5’10! And I am not small. You guys are the worst. Ilya, why don't you sit on my lap.”
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Shane is on nurse duty after Ilya's macho stunts Shane was holding Ilya's face still with his left hand while he used a gauze soaked in iodine to attend the cut on his husband's cheek with his other hand. His husband was lucky the cheekbone wasn't broken or splintered. However, Ilya seemed more mad about the fact that a Montreal player had hit him first than about the ijury itself. "Fucking Comeau" his husband mumbled. Shane flinched. Gilbert Comeau was one of the few Montreal players he had considered a friend during his time with the Voyageurs, but then he had turned his back on Shane the moment they'd been outed. Shane had even sent him an invitation to the wedding, but Gilbert hadn't bothered attending. It still stung, being let down so spectacularly but so many people that had been in close proximity to him for over ten years, but it was what it was and Shane was at peace with how things had went down. After all, he had Ilya forever. It's been almost three years since Shane had married the love of his life and had been drafted by Ottawa. During that time, the only other Montreal player -besides Hayden and J. J., his actual friends- who had reached out to him to apologize and sort of try to reconnect had been Patrice Drapeau. Not that they had been particularly close during their time on the same team, but it was nice to stand in a good place with one another. "You should drop it" he commented. Ilya grumbled before saying "I do not know what you are accusing me of" and crossing his arms. Shane took a step back to stare at his husband sitting on the border of the bathtub on their en- suite bathroom with his legs spread to make place for him. Ilya had taken a stick to the face and because of it he had gotten a nasty cut and a rainbow of reds, purples, and blacks on the left side of his face. Despite having been treated right away by their medical staff, Shane like taking care of his man at home. He was kinda worried about how red the sclera of the eye on that side had gotten, though. "Oh, really? So you don't have a personal vendetta against Montreal? I must be imagining things, then" Shane discarded the used gauze and picked a new, clean one. "Vendetta is-" "-putting it lightly?" he iterrupted "You got the whole team on board, Ilya" "Moy-" "I hate how things happened too, baby" he was back into his former position between Ilya's legs holding his face up "But it's in the past. And we're together now, all the time" he kissed his husband on the forehead "And we're the current Stanley Cup Champions. You need to let it go" "They do not deserve my let go" Ilya put his hands on Shane's hips, staring right up at him "I know you can fight your battles, Shane, but I want to fight those assholes for you" Shane walked away from Ilya once more, this time to grab the ointment their doctor had suggested from the cabinet. "Besides, is not like you can say you do not find it hot" Shane groaned and hit his head against the cabinet, repeatedly. He couldn't even argue with that: against his better judgment, he did find Ilya's macho stunts hot. "Hot or not" he stood looking at his husband with his hands on his hips, trying to go for a stern looking pose from across the bathroom "You've got to stop. It's not worth it" Ilya sighed. "Okay, I will not pick up more fights with them" "Make sure to pass that same massage to the others" Shane got in front of his husband again and statred carefully apllying the ointment "And text Hayden to apologize, he didn't deserve that right hook" "It was not for him! I already told him!" Ilya protested. ~~ The following day Ilya did facetime Hayden to apologize. After all, he was his husband's bestfriend and their nieces & nephew's father; and, no matter how much he and Ilya didn't exactly get along most of the time, he had been a good friend to both Shane and himself all this time. He only wished that not every one of his actions would be dissected and analyzed as part of his sexuality by the media. Ilya missed a pass from Shane? Marital problems. Shane skipped a game for a minor injury? Headed to divorce. Ilya got into a fight? Shane was going to leave him for that. And now that he had (accidentally!) hit his husband's besfriend square on the jaw... "Rumor has it that Rozanov not only has never forgiven Pike's incident with that infamous fanvideo from a couple of years ago," stated the sports commentator on the TV "but he also is extremely jealous of his husband's close relationship with his former teammate and long- time friend from the Voyageurs. This comment has been going around for quite a while so it's hard to not think about the possibility of Hollander having been involved with Pi-"
- Part 2 of in sickness and in health
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David let's Ilya in on a secret about the family chicken parmesan recipe. Absolutely no plot to be found. Submitted for the prompt: Secret Family Recipe Ilya grabbed a bag of breadcrumbs off the supermarket shelf and tossed it into the shopping cart. "Nope." Shane said, bringing the cart he was pushing to a standstill. "These aren’t the right kind." Ilya looked down at his phone to double check the shopping list David had texted him that morning. "It just says breadcrumbs. These are breadcrumbs, yes?" "Trust me," Shane said as he returned the bag to the shelf. "When Dad says breadcrumbs, he specifically means panko." "Then why didn't he say that?" "I have no idea, but if you want to make Hollander Chicken Parmesan right, you gotta have panko breadcrumbs." Ilya did want to get the recipe right, so he searched the shelves until he found a cardboard canister labeled 'organic panko' and picked it up to show Shane. "Good?" "Yup," Shane nodded, looking down at their mostly full cart. "Anything else we need?" "Just puree tomato." "Ok, follow me. Dad has some very specific opinions about tomatoes too." "Of course he does," Ilya laughed as he shook his head and followed Shane to the next aisle. *** A few hours later, Shane and Ilya stood on the Hollanders’ front porch, grocery bags in hand. David had offered to teach Ilya the family chicken parmesan recipe as a belated anniversary gift. Obviously, the Hollanders didn’t need to get him an anniversary present, but Ilya liked the idea of being a part of a Hollander family tradition so he’d happily accepted. Ilya rebalanced the bags in his hands and knocked on the front door. “Come in!” Yuna yelled from inside. Ilya opened the door and shouted, “Privet, mama Hollander.” “Privet moi synov'ya. My na kukhne,” Yuna responded, beckoning them to the kitchen. “Your Russian is getting much better.” Ilya smiled as they set the bags down on the kitchen counter. “Thank you, I’ve been practicing. I have a 120 day streak in Duolingo.” “What?!” Shane said. “How is it possible that your Duolingo streak is longer than mine? I’ve been working on my Russian for years now.” “Well, dear, some of us didn’t spend the entire month of July partying and falling off floats at Stanley Cup celebrations.” Ilya snickered.
- Part 2 of Flufftober 2022
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Jade and Ruby throw a parade.
- Part 13 of Slices of Life GCU
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When Shane gets a call from his boyfriend when he absolutely should be trying to sleep, he's reasonably worried. In the end, though, he's got nothing to worry about it. Except maybe that his boyfriend is a dork.
- Part 2 of Hollanov Drabble/Short Story Collections
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