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Shane and Ilya go to a club where Shane gets too friendly with other guys, Ilya isn’t too happy about it Or Ilya makes sure Shane knows who he belongs to
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Shane Hollander is gay and at this point the whole world knows this – his husband most of all. This fact was confirmed millenia ago… and yet, the mere mention of that woman causes indescribable jealousy to flare up inside Ilya Rozanov. It literally has nothing to do with Rose Landry, she is a great friend to Shane and, at this point, she is a great friend to him as well. He loves her as much as Shane loves her. Why then is the green-eyed monster ever present when they joke about their past relationship? Perhaps he needs to discuss his jealousy issues and possessiveness with his therapist… or he could simply remind his husband who he belongs to. Ilya prefers the latter, especially when he has things to prove wrong.
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Ilya and Shane take a break, not a break up like Shane keeps reminding himself. Just some time away to focus on hockey and find out where they want their relationship to go. Not a breakup. Which would be much easier to convince himself of if every sport news wasn't relaying Ilya's new friendship with captain of Ottawa women's hockey team Alexandra Page.
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Before Ilya can bite out a teasing remark at his state, Hollander starts to speak in a jumble of words that seem like they’ve been on the verge of spilling out for a long time. “Don't marry her, Ilya." Hollander says desperately, now using the hold they had on each other for balance just a moment ago, to keep Ilya from running away. “Please, don’t marry her.” “Hollander?” Ilya says the name dumbly, at a loss for how to answer. -- Marrying Svetlana seems like the obvious solution to the growing pile of problems in Ilya's life. It's not like Hollander would care since he's dating one of the biggest movie stars in the world. Right?
- Part 1 of Heated Rivalry
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Shane’s cheeks burned red and he turned away from him, “sorry that I'm so boring all the time,” “Mmh, not all the time,” Ilya smiled deviously, “sometimes you are very fun,” The shorter raised an eyebrow at him, “yeah? And what are those times?” “When we fuck,”
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Ilya tries to breathe. Shane is the one who panics. In fact, Ilya has been so calm over the past hour. So, so calm. Soooooooo so so so amazingly calm that maybe Shane will reward him with a very nice blowjob later. Ilya has been calm because Shane needs a rock to lean on, but Shane is gone and now Ilya is panicking. This is his only chance to rectify the first, shirtless impression he made on Shane’s father. “Do you still read New Yorker?” OR: Ilya, on the confluence of Shane with David, Yuna, and Svetlana.
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Shane never thought of himself as a jealous person. But Ilya Rozanov made him feel like he was losing his mind. Svetlana Vetrova. That was the name of the girl Ilya Rozanov was pictured with. The beautiful, statuesque, model like, stunning woman with the perfect skin and amazing hair and deep hazel eyes that Rozanov was hanging off of. Shane frowned at the television, watching the entertainment program break down the photos of Rozanov leaving a club in Boston, hand in hand with one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, a cigarette tucked behind his ear, his shirt unbuttoned too much to be decent, the muscles of his forearms so defined Shane had to resist reaching out to touch the screen. “Vetrova’s father is one of the most legendary goalies in Russian history, so it seems like Rozanov is in the company of hockey royalty,” the blonde woman on the television said. “They seem like very good friends,” the man standing next to her said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “They certainly look good together.” They do, Shane thought as the photo changed to one of them climbing into the backseat of a town car, Rozanov’s hand practically on Svetlana’s ass. He had no right to feel anything about this. Rozanov was just some guy he’d had sex with a few times. Shane was a free agent, too. He could go out and sleep with anyone else whenever he wanted, and Rozanov wouldn’t care. Shane had no claim to Rozanov. They’d had sex a few times, but it didn’t mean anything. It was convenient and Rozanov was hot and incredible at fucking him, but it wasn't anything more than that. At least, that was what he had tried to remind himself. This was nothing. He watched the television as it flicked to a photo of Rozanov sucking on a cigarette. Shane had begun to miss the taste of cigarettes. >>> He moaned into the pillow, his eyes screwed shut as Rozanov fucked him, his arm pressing down on his shoulders. Shane reached behind him, desperately trying to grab onto something to try and ground him as his body tensed, grateful when Rozanov grabbed his hand and bore down over him, his hips pinning him to the bed. Shane bit his lip as Rozanov moaned loudly into the back of his neck, his hips moving faster and harder – Shane cried out as he came, squeezing Rozanov’s hand as he fucked him, not slowing down as Rozanov chased his own orgasm. Shane loved being used like this; he loved when he was spent and exhausted and Rozanov kept fucking him, moaning his name, desperate to come too. Rozanov cried out Shane’s name as he came, his hips slowing down to a grind as he slid his hand into Shane’s hair, gripping him tightly as he finally stopped moving, slumping over him. Shane took a deep breath, doing his best to breathe normally again underneath Rozanov’s weight. He grimaced when he realised his cock was trapped between the sheets and his stomach, his come smeared everywhere. Rozanov seemed to realise Shane was trying to move, pulling out slowly and rolling off of him. “Fuck,” Shane mumbled, rolling onto his back and looking down at himself. Rozanov loved when he came untouched, making it his mission to make Shane come that way every single time. Rozanov turned towards him, slapping his hand over his chest. Shane flinched as Rozanov leaned over him and licked the come off of his stomach, laughing as he moved up to kiss him. Shane smiled as Rozanov’s hand rested over his neck, his tongue moving against his as he pressed closer to Shane. Shane pushed him gently off of him, sitting up and blinking. “We need to shower,” he said. Rozanov sighed, watching as Shane stood and crossed to the bathroom, doing his best not to make a face as the ache in his ass. “You are okay?” Rozanov asked. “Yes,” Shane answered honestly. He was always okay; he loved this feeling, like his whole body had been pushed beyond his limits and he could barely hold himself up. He flicked the shower on, flinching at the sight of himself in the mirror. His hair was a sweaty mess, his skin was flushed red, sweat had beaded down his chest, and come was drying in the hair beneath his bellybutton. Shane didn’t look anything like Svetlana, or the many women Rozanov was photographed with. Shane wasn’t tall and thin and beautiful. He was average height, broad shouldered and plain. He hated his flat hair and his ugly freckles and his boring brown eyes. Shane was so busy frowning at himself that he didn’t see Rozanov walk into the bathroom. He startled when Rozanov gripped his waist, kissing his neck snapping him out of his reverie. Shane watched in the mirror as Rozanov reached for his hand and pulled him towards the shower; for a brief moment, he thought about the photo he had seen of Rozanov with Svetlana. >>> “Not bad, Hollander,” Hayden said, clapping him on the back. “Not bad?” Shane asked. “A hat trick is better than not bad.” A hat trick against Boston, no less. Scoring against Rozanov was no easy feat. He shucked off his jersey, listening as JJ led the team in celebrations, loudly singing their team song.
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Five times Shane and Ilya got off thinking about each other, and one time they didn't have to.
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Confidence, Poor Judgment, and a Death Wish by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
Troy Barrett comes to Ottawa wanting stability. He tells himself he wants the team, the routine, the structure, the safety of fitting in without needing too much from anyone. This is his clean start, and he needs to do whatever it takes to keep it.
What he finds instead is Shane Hollander, amazing perfect Shane Hollander, and the uncomfortable realisation that the thing he’s been trying hardest not to want might be the only thing that actually feels like what he needs.
As lines blur and tempers rise, Troy learns the hard way that wanting to belong can turn into wanting to keep, and that some things aren’t up for negotiation, especially when there’s a Russian captain who’s already decided what’s not on offer.
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“Hey, Ilya?” Troy asks, already regretting it. “I was actually going to ask you about someone.”
The moment he says Shane Hollander’s name, the locker room goes quiet, and Troy knows he’s crossed a line he didn’t fully understand.
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Troy’s POV of the events best called ‘Ilya’s worst nightmare’
- Part 1 of Freckles and Other Versions Of The Truth
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And Shane wants to let go. He wants to let go so bad, but he can’t help but feel like something bad will happen if he does, that the universe is somehow going to punish him for this, that everyone will be able to read this submission on his face and deprive him of everything he worked so hard for. As if reading his mind: “Just us in here,” says Rozanov, glancing around for emphasis, voice a solid, anchoring whisper. God, Shane wants. Shane wants so much that it hurts, makes his whole body ache with emptiness, and what he wants more than anything after to be held and pushed into – by Rozanov – is to listen and submit – to Rozanov. He wants Rozanov, and it should be scary, but all he feels right now is a want, an impenetrable need that makes him swallow around glass shards stuck in his throat and slowly put his palms flush on the floor in front of his knees, watching Rozanov like he’s in a trance. or, being the best might be starting to take its toll on Shane, and Ilya knows how to help
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fall in love again and again by galactictsukki
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-26
“I’m putting in a transfer request to Carleton this afternoon.” Ilya gets off his bike and wraps his sweaty arms around Shane’s sweaty shoulders, presses their sweaty heads together and holds him tight. “Nooo, Hollander, you cannot leave me. Who will put Barrett and Marly in time out when they fuck up too many shots in a row?” “I’m sure Bood will do it. He loves bossing people around.” Bood stands up straight and salutes his captains. “I take the title with great honor. Enjoy the Ravens, Hollander—your legacy of being a chaste Victorian debutante will be remembered fondly but not carried on.” This snaps that last thread of Shane’s refined patience. “I can pick up girls! I have no problem getting numbers and calling them and talking!” Hazy smirks. “Innocent until proven guilty.” “I can pick people up,” Shane says again, moving off his bike and out of Ilya’s sweaty embrace. “And I don’t have to do it by concocting schemes or stripping on top of the LAX bros’ coffee table.” Or, after some team chirping at Shane's expense, Ilya accidentally interrupts a few of his potential dating prospects and then keeps on doing it less than accidentally
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takes a bit more by idioticthoughts
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-23
An alternate universe in which Shane brings Rose to Tampa. Ilya isn’t jealous. No, really. He’s not. Or, a bit of canon-divergence for the sake of some extra angst and dom/sub Hollanov.
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what's your love language? by omis
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-23
Ilya is in the midst of losing the biggest game of his life when stupid Shane Hollander decides to make his presence known. “Looking pretty rough out there, Rozanov,” Shane teases. Ilya refuses to look at him. As pretty as he is, Ilya can’t get distracted right now. - Ilya and Shane are the coaches of two very intense youth hockey teams. Ilya is a very attractive man who single hockey parents want. Shane is a very possessive man who needs the world to know that Ilya is strictly off-limits.
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tell me you belong to me by BlackLilies
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
Shane was never the jealous type. Until Ilya Rozanov came into his life. 5+1 times fic
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you kiss me in a way that’s gonna screw me up forever by spoiledmalk
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
“Okay, fine, fine, fine. I’ll stop bugging you about Miles. Or anyone for that matter.” “Thank you.” “I do have a question, though.” Sigh. “Yes?” “Actually, two questions. One - do you know that guy across the bar? And two - do you know why he’s been looking at me like I killed his dog?” or: For some reason, Shane and Ilya keep running into each other at boring research conferences. Shane’s almost positive Ilya can’t stand him.
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how i remind u by vividblossom (dirtymudblood)
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-21
After an injury takes Shane's memory, Ilya is left as the only one who remembers. [Ilya POV]
- Part 2 of how could i forget u?
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“This is a little embarrassing but, would you happen to know if Shane is single or not? And you know, open to… someone like me? A man?” Ilya felt his heartbeat speeding up, his breath rising. What the fuck. Ilya gets very angry when a producer of an ad that Shane and Ilya have to film takes interest in his boyfriend. Possessive Ilya!!!! Takes place after cottage episode. They are boyfriends :) Ilya was shooting for some ad, theatrically drinking a sports drink, while fake wind was blowing his hair back, and he couldn’t wait for it to be over. Him and shane were asked to do this silly advertisement video, the brand wanting to use their ‘rivalry’ as a way to sell the product. Little did they know Shane and Ilya weren’t rivals anymore (if they ever really were) in fact they were boyfriends now. Ilya still thought it was a crazy idea to grasp, having a boyfriend. But when he remembered that it also meant that it was Shane Hollander who was his boyfriend, he felt pretty content with the label. Shane had already left the set half an hour ago as he was finished with his scenes already. Ilya knew the producer on the set quite well, Daniel, he was a few years older than Ilya, he was pretty sure he was 30 years old. Daniel was a handsome tall guy with dark brown hair and a thick brown beard. Shane and Ilya have worked with Daniel a few times over the years. Ilya liked the guy, he knew Shane did too, he was fun to work with. However, Ilya hadn’t missed how Daniel and Shane had chatted earlier today. Daniel was standing a bit too close to Shane for Ilya’s liking. He even noticed Daniel had touched Shane’s arm, Ilya had to hold himself back to not push Daniel away with force. He never liked when others touched Shane outside of hockey. On the field it was fine, it was part of the game, but he didn’t think there was any need for anyone to be touching Shane outside of games. But Ilya would almost consider Daniel as a friend, him and Ilya even went to the bar once after a shoot, so he had ignored his discontent with that unnecessary arm-touch for the moment. “Okay I got your shot, thanks man,” Daniel told Ilya. Ilya nodded, finally the shoot was done. He was about to walk away from the set when Daniel suddenly stopped him. “Hey man, wanna get a beer after? We could watch tonight’s game at the bar?” Ilya thought about it, he knew Shane wouldn’t be home because he was going to have dinner with some family, so Ilya wouldn’t be able to see him until after dinner meaning he had some time to kill anyway. So he didn’t see why not. “Yeah sure, let’s do it,” he told Daniel. Some time later they were at the bar, having a decent time, but he couldn’t help but wish he was with Shane right now. Since they had spend the 2 weeks together at the cottage and become official, Ilya felt even more in love with Shane than ever. Which he didn’t even think was possible. Now that he knew what it was like to spend everyday with him, every moment he didn’t spend with Shane felt like a waste of his time. All that Ilya could do was look forward to the moment he would see Shane again. It felt like he was addicted to Shane. He craved him, constantly. Daniel interrupted his thoughts, “Hey man, I have a weird question.” Ilya noticed he looked a little nervous. “Okay.” Ilya said, curious where this was going. “So um, you’re quite close with Shane right? Shane hollander?” Daniel asked, looking at him expectingly. “Well yeah, a little, I guess,” Ilya lied. He wasn’t sure if he liked where this was going. Was Daniel onto them? “Yeah, exactly… So I was wondering…” Daniel stopped mid sentence. This drew Ilya crazy. “What, wondering what?” he asked him. Daniel continued, “This is a little embarrassing but, would you happen to know if Shane is single or not? And you know, open to… someone like me? A man?” Ilya felt his heartbeat speeding up, his breath rising. What the fuck. He couldn’t believe what Daniel had just asked him. Or what the hell he would possibly answer to this question, so he just stared at his friend. Daniel continued: “Because I’m going to be so honest with you man… I think he’s so fucking hot. Like jesus… The things I would do to-“ “Okay okay. Enough. I got it.” Ilya cut Daniel off. What the fuck was happening. Ilya felt sick in his stomach. Daniel was trying to fucking hit on Shane. And Ilya knew that could absolutely never happen. Never. Shane was off limits. Ilya was livid. He frowned and rubbed his forehead with his fingers, unsure how to deal with this situation. “Well? Do you know?” Daniel then asked, getting impatient. “Do I know what?”, Ilya snarled. “If he’s single or not?” Ilya sighed, this guy is fucking annoying, he thought. “I highly doubt it,” Ilya said, a little more angry than he intended. Daniel nodded. “Yeah you’re probably right. I mean why would he be, right? He’s so good looking dude. Those eyes…” Ilya was boiling inside. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Shane was his. No one else could talk about him like this. Or even think about him like this for that matter. “And that ass…” Daniel continued. “Okay man I think you should stop talking” Ilya tried to interrupt him. He was so fucking pissed. He wanted Daniel to shut up. “If I got the chance, I would fuck him so-“ That was Ilya’s last straw, before he could think, he punched his friend right in his face. Ilya saw red. “Dude what the fuck,” Daniel groaned. Everyone in the bar gasped out of shock and that’s when Ilya realized what he just did. He quickly grabbed his jacket and ran out of the bar. He got in his car and drove home as fast as he could. He was still shaking with anger. He couldn’t deal with someone talking about Shane like that, his own friend at that. He couldn’t say he was exactly shocked though, he knew damn well that Shane was gorgeous. There were probably thousands of people out there that would do anything for a chance with Shane, and Ilya didn’t blame them. He hadn’t felt this jealous though since Shane dated Rose Landry,
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keep your eyes off him by still_dancing
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-19
“I’m Marcus,” the very annoying man sitting entirely too close to Shane says with a cocky grin. He takes his hand off Shane’s thigh to extend it to Ilya, who eyes him with disdain. “I’m his husband,” Ilya responds, accent harsh. - ilya gets possessive ;)
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better whip me if i misbehave by evilrussianprincess
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-19
“Shane…” “Who the fuck do you think you’re calling Shane?” “Sweetheart,” Ilya corrects, tilting his head down against Shane’s grip on his hair to try to catch his lips. “Please.” “I can do everything she can,” Shane says. “But you’ve been a bit too naughty today. I’m tying you up first.” “Oh, no,” Ilya says, voice going high and breathy. “That’s terrible.” — Or - The jealous Shane/pathetic top Ilya fic where Shane makes Ilya beg for it
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Shane groans as he tries to sit up, memories of the previous night coming back to him like a tidal wave. He went out to a club. Ilya was there. He broke up with Rose. He told her he’s gay. He got really fucking drunk and he called - “Good morning.” Ilya says from right next to him. or, Shane breaks up with Rose shortly after the club scene and then he drunkenly calls Ilya.
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