Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov
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Wearing My Name by avictorianchild
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
26 Jan 2026
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"Damn Hollander has some game."
And before he could even think, he yanked the phone off of their hands. His ears were buzzing, eyes unable to focus for couple of seconds. But he could see that twitter was open on the screen, showing pictures of Shane. With another man. Kissing. No, making out. The guy's hands groping Shane's ass and everything. And it already got 600k likes.
or Ilya being jealous of Shane over another man
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“Oh my god, Ilya.” Shane just about crashes into him, grabbing him by the shoulders and frantically looking him over. His nose is red from the cold, which Ilya finds really adorable. “Your lips are blue.”
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10 moments in the long process of Shane learning Russian.
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Shane has been weird all night.
Well, no, Shane was weird when they went to bed last night, he was weird when he left this afternoon, and he has returned, from whatever the fuck he has been doing, weird.
Because he has not “gone to the rink.”
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OR, a handful of years into their marriage, Shane gets a tattoo. Ilya loses his fucking mind.
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these are the memories i keep by bluerosebouquet for andmynewlymeltedheart
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
25 Dec 2025
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“You’re being difficult.”
“I am not being difficult, Hollander, you are the one being difficult and annoying.”
“I just don’t see what the big deal is,” Shane had his phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder as he moved around his kitchen, making breakfast, “It’s not like it’s some kind of classified information.”
“Is just not important,” Ilya said evasively, and Shane could hear the sound of his fridge opening on the other end.
“I think your birthday is very important,” Shane said stubbornly, setting his glass down a little harder than he meant to, so that it clacked against the countertop, “I don’t know why you’re acting like this about it.”