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violence is a love language by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-09
NHL golden boy Shane Hollander has spent his entire life being perfect — the ideal captain, the flawless teammate, the face of the franchise. He’s also spent his entire life hiding.
When a chance encounter in a New York club leads him to Ilya Rozanov, Shane discovers what it means to finally let go. The problem? Ilya isn’t just confident, wealthy, and dangerously attractive. He’s also the heir to the Russian Bratva’s North American empire.
What starts as one reckless weekend becomes something neither of them expected: real, consuming, and worth protecting at any cost — even when that cost includes bodies, lies, and a secret that could destroy everything Shane has built.
Twenty-five years, three Stanley Cups, countless threats, and one question: how far will you go for the person who makes you feel like yourself?
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- English
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- 59,630
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- 21/21
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- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #76720021
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"Sveta," he says, before she can greet him. "I think I'm about to do something very stupid."
"You're always doing something stupid," she laughs, her voice tinny over the speakerphone. "What is it this time?"
"I am in a staring contest with a bottle of pills," Ilya says. "And I think the pills might win."
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Or: An alternate take on Ilya's mental health after moving to Ottawa, featuring the reality of long distance relationships, Ilya learning to captain a new team, and a series of game tapes made by Ilya's dead father.
- Part 11 of my anonymous heated rivalry fic
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- English
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- 14,171
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #78975931
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we're the product of love (that we do not receive). by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-02
Maybe together they could figure out a way to make sure Ilya was never afraid of David again. He really didn’t want to be afraid of David.
“Is… silly.” Ilya said. “Maybe not silly, but now that we are here and not there, I see it was silly. I broke the wine, and I thought - maybe everyone will be angry. And…” Clearing his throat, Ilya pushed past his discomfort to spit out the next part. “Well, angry back in Russia is not the same as angry here, I think.”
“What was angry like back in Russia?”
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Ilya drops a bottle of wine, and it's fine. Really, it's fine. If only someone could tell Ilya's brain that.
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- English
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- 5,316
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #78804886
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Ilya Rozanov spoke like he knew him because he fucking did.
“Oh my god,” Shane shrieked, the sound too loud for the space. “Oh my GOD,” Shane repeated, heart thrumming in his chest just like before.
This was a sick, cosmic fucking joke. How hadn’t Shane put two and two together before? His memory and pattern recognition were what made him so good at his job, his ability to remember the small details others tend to over look is what made him recoil into himself because others didn’t remember minute particulars, others certainly didn’t voice them and make others uncomfortable.
Shane couldn’t believe it. How had he been so fucking blind? So fucking obtuse all these months with the back and forth?
Rose’s comment weeks ago came front and center into his mind.
“He’s really getting under your skin, isn’t he?”
Shane wanted to fucking die.
Shane Hollander knew Ilya Rozanov. How the fuck could he ever forget?
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An office AU no one asked for.
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- English
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- 32,874
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- 4/4
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- 1
- AO3:
- #75391641
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Irina Rozanova is alive. She's beautiful, funny and so sad.
or
The events of Heated Rivalry if Irina was alive.
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- English
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- 2,778
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- 2/?
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- 1
- AO3:
- #78435731
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The Hands That Made You by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-20
Ilya has been watching hands his whole life. His father's hands taught him that touch meant pain. His mother's hands were the only gentle ones—until they went cold. Now he has his father's hands, and he's terrified of what they might become.
- Part 1 of Shake off the shackles my love
- Part 3 of A Formal Study of the Heart
- Language:
- English
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- 17,361
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77997331
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Знаешь, я так боюсь (You know, I'm so afraid) by heyplsdont
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-12
Ilya Rozanov was in love with Shane Hollander. He was pretty sure he had never been more terrified of anything in his life.
- Language:
- English
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- 4,235
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77542446
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in this life and the next by lisa6
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-11
“Why do you think it’s the same person every time?” Ilya asked, smiling. His phone disappeared back in his jeans pocket. “I’m hot. Lots of women want me to fuck them.” Svetlana leaned in close to his ear. “And men?” Or: ever since they were children, Svetlana Vetrova has always been there for Ilya Rozanov, her best friend in the world.
- Part 2 of
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- English
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- 7,178
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- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77462976
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Those small moments. Moments in daily life that seem mundane remind Ilya of his past, I stare at the house you were brought up in All the photographs and door frames are wooden I wish I'd known you when you were younger Before lovers 'Cause I've changed my accent And I gave a false name I hope I throw a party In a house of my own someday When you were a kid You'd come in through the back gate Your folks left a light on In case you get home late would like to formally apologise for the emotional distress I have caused with this fic,
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- English
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- 2,552
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- 3/3
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77392046
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Bad depression day for Ilya. "Ilya just stares into the air -he doesn't know when he opened his eyes-, his face looks empty, lifeless like someone stole all the emotions from it."
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- English
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- 2,163
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- 1/1
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- AO3:
- #77451061
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Just one call away by Nituaii
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-01-10
"Ilya. What the fuck happened?" Ilya wiped over his nose with the back of his hand again, frowning at the sticky smear left on his skin. "Nothing." "What the fuck do you mean nothing! You have a busted lip! Your nose is bleeding!" Shanes voice was louder than he would have liked. Or: Two times Ilya gets hurt and the one time Shane is there to make it better.
- Part 5 of
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- English
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- 3,857
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77457626
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Not a Monster, but a Misunderstanding by Saper_lipopette
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-08
"The changing room was muted as the players waited to be told who would be called. It always hurt to lose, but losing against Boston always stung more, and not just for Shane. Hayden came up, half undressed to pat Shane on the shoulder, saying, “We’ll get them next time, man. You did great.” Shane managed a weak smile. Just then, the locker room door opened and a nervous-looking Jordan - the rookie on the Raiders’ team appeared. The ribbing and bickering stilled. “Um- hi guys,” he started. Shane held his breath. “Captain wants…Hollander.” WHAT. The Voyagers’ locker room immediately delved into self-righteous uproar. “That entitled prick!” “Fuck him, man.” “That son-of-a-bitch.” “Like hell he can have our captain. Who the fuck does he think he is?” Set in an AU where Winner's Rooms exist and Ilya picks Shane a few months after snapping at him in Sochi and ignoring his texts. Shane thinks he can ignore the hurt but panicks when Ilya's signature chirping hits a little too close to home.
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- English
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- 4,130
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77295036
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Eva was Ilya and Shane’s miracle child, born prematurely in the summer of their third season together on the Centaurs. The moment they laid eyes on her in the NICU of The Ottawa Hospital was the moment they both felt their life truly had purpose. Eva was smaller than the other babies but already had a head of soft blonde curls. Her tiny hands would grip Shane’s fingers as Ilya sang Russian lullabies, their favorite pastime, and her big blue eyes would marvel at the world around her. She was kind and sweet and truly an angel, which is what made it so, so terrifying when she told them at 5 years old that she wanted to play hockey like papa and daddy. - A 5+1 of Ilya and Shane’s life as parents, through the lens of their daughter’s experiences with hockey.
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- English
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- 7,240
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- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77328336
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i will never listen to your voicemail by Icantthinkofagoodusername7
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-07
“Hi. This is Ilya. I will never listen to your voicemail.” Inbox: Jane: “Are you okay? Please call me. God, you’re probably not even gonna listen to this… you say it yourself in your voicemail message and, I mean, that’s okay. I just- I’d like to hear your voice or… whatever. Um-” [clears throat] “I don’t know. I hope you’re okay. Bye.” [Hide Transcript] Jane: “Okay, okay, I’ll stop calling. Just call me whenever you’re ready. Or text me. Whatever you want. I’m here.” [Hide Transcript] * OR, 5 of Ilya's different voicemails over time and some of the messages he gets plus 1 time he answers the phone.
- Part 7 of my hollanov fics (aka im mentally ill and can't stop writing about them)
- Part 12 of 5+1 things :))
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- English
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- #77315466
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He didn't know why he agreed to see Rozanov again. It was a bad idea for so many different reasons. It was risky, it was dangerous, and it would destroy them both if it got out. But there was something pulling him to the other man, a tug in his chest that Shane tried to ignore because he couldn't pretend he didn't know what it meant. If he focused, he could still feel the phantom touch of Rozanov's fingers on his skin, see the look on his face as Rozanov disappeared into a memory. Shane’s memory. Both of them knew what it meant. Shane almost wished they didn't. OR: Soulmates who touch each other's scars for the first time get to live through the memory of their soulmate acquiring them. For Shane and Ilya, being known so deeply by their rival is not the miracle everyone else says it is. At least, not for about eight years.
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- AO3:
- #76988411
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For as long as Ilya has remembered, there were five letters neatly printed in the crease of his arm either in vivid black or as a ghost of his memory. He is four when he learns that it is a soulmark. He is six when he realises his parents do not have each other's names. He is eight when he works out the name is probably from the English speaking world. He is ten when he works out it is a boy’s and receives a slap across the face for asking. For as long as Ilya has remembered, there were five letters neatly printed in the crease of his arm either in vivid black or as a ghost of his memory. He is four when he learns that it is a soulmark. He is six when he realises his parents do not have each other's names. He is eight when he works out the name is probably from the English speaking world. He is ten when he works out it is a boy’s and receives a slap across the face for asking. He is twelve when he buries his hopes with his mother. Fate is what men make for themselves, hopes and opportunities his father states harshly, hand on each son’s shoulder at the funeral but Ilya sees the pill bottle in his dreams as if it is as real as the alcohol on the coffee table and thinks maybe what his father made was graves for more than just his mother. He is fourteen, fresh off international scouts noticing him for the first time, when his father takes him to a clinic with a leaking ceiling and a stone faced doctor who takes a stack of notes and a bottle of vodka, the expensive kind, and lasers the soulmate mark off him as Ilya screams and begs. He carves each letter of Shane’s name into the wooden slat under his bed as tears of pain and frustration blur his vision and he promises himself he will escape. He’s sixteen when he feels the scar at his arm tingle as he watches the Canadian junior team face off against the Americans. Shane. It cannot be. His arm tingles every time Shane has the puck. It does not matter, his father hisses, realising the same moment Ilya does, grabbing his arm and viciously stabbing his still lit cigarette into the scarred flesh. ‘That is done with, Ilya.’. His arm burns but not as harshly as the eyes Ilya cannot pull from the screen. Another burn. Another. Every hit perfectly placed for the letters that no longer show on Ilya’s flesh. He’s seventeen when he meets his soulmate, and he knows it's him, he can feel it, and Shane is so kind but Ilya has been trained to only respond to harsh demands and expectations, informing him there are many Ilyas’ in Russia. Hope blooms and he’s ready to follow, anywhere really, anywhere that isn’t back to where he came from because Shane is where he is supposed to be but he has to check and its heavy, the weight of his father’s victory when Shane says ‘yeah I guess you are right’ and leaves with his handshake and his polite smile and the remains of Ilya’s heart in his hands. He’s twenty seven when Shane tells him he’s pretty sure there are millions of Ilya’s in the world but only one for him, face set and determined as he stands barefoot and ready to fight. One arm is still in a sling and bruises are fading into his face, and to Ilya he has never looked more beautiful. Ilya got used to taking what he could get, ignoring the imprint of his own name on Shane’s foot, aided by Shane’s quirk of keeping his socks on and how shy he is in general, reaching for his clothes before Ilya has come down from the high and retreating back behind the wall only Ilya is allowed to pass. “Mine is gone, my father-” “Your father is dead,” Shane snaps, and then the anger seems to drain out of him as he grabs Ilya’s wrist with his good hand and slowly traces his hand up his arm to the crease of his elbow, touching the scarred flesh, “I’m here.” Simple. Ilya could say a thousand different things and they would be a thousand different people’s words. Shane grows nervous in his silence and takes a step back, a cold horrible feeling spreading in Ilya’s stomach when he does it. He’s blowing it. The moment he hoped for, denied he hoped for, hoped for again, and he’s blowing it. “Ilya…I get it ok? I’m weird and boring and you probably think that I’m no fun and wish it was someone else but-” “No!” Shane was the one who walked away from Ilya. Only so far though, only ever so far, as if they were not just soulmates but linked by a red string of fate carrying across the oceans, between continents, drawing them both to the ice that could unite them. Hockey has been Ilya’s downfall and his salvation, his family in ruins and yet Shane in front of him. It was the excuse for him to be forbidden, it is the very reason he probably should still be forbidden and yet it is fate. There is nothing more natural in the universe than stepping forward and dropping to his knees and pressing his index and middle finger to his own name at Shane’s ankle. “I am sorry. My mark…” “It’s still there Ilya,” Shane murmurs as he awkwardly crouches and returns his hand to its former place, over the marred skin, “It feels…right? Mine is where no one can see it. Yours is…no one would know. But we know, Ilya. We know. Come to the cottage. Give us a chance.” “I did. I said to you,” and he has to pause and regain his composure, the wall that only Shane gets passed on his side, “I tell you, many Ilya’s in Russia. That day. In juniors. I….was waiting.” “I know,” Shane murmurs, “M’sorry. I was scared. But Ilya….m’not afraid anymore.” Ilya cups his chin and feels Shane tremble under his touch, “This is a lie I think.” Shane inhales and then exhales deeply, and Ilya thinks there are many better places for this conversation than kneeling on the floor of the hotel room Ilya should have left days ago but he couldn’t bring himself to leave the city while Shane was still in the hospital. “Okay, I’m terrified,” Shane says flatly, blinking rapidly as he makes himself hold Ilya’s gaze, and no matter how hard it is with people when it matters he always holds Ilya’s gaze, “But I’m not afraid of us anymore, Ilya. Come home.” Home.
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- English
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- AO3:
- #76815886
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My Hopes Are Prone to Elevate by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-31
COMPLETE!
Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander are two consecutive number one draft picks for the Ottawa Centaurs. After a year playing in Russia, Ilya joins Shane to begin their rookie year, and they navigate the start of their careers together.
Answering the question: what if Ilya and Shane had been drafted to the same team?
Inspired by every rookie bestie dynamic duo in the NHL that made you think, "what if they kissed???"
- Part 1 of "My Hopes Are Prone to Elevate" Universe
- Language:
- English
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- 106,598
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- 24/24
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- 4 versions
- AO3:
- #68223141
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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
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76684561
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Boston lost. The Raiders are pissed. Ilya keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop.
- Language:
- English
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- 1,285
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76249666
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Jane: It’s your birthday. Ilya stares at the text, taking another drag of his cigarette. Ilya: Traditionally, I think you are meant to say happy birthday. Jane: Happy birthday. Ilya smirks. -- Three of Ilya’s birthdays, and how they’re spent.
- Language:
- English
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- 2,640
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #75911056