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Shane Hollander-Rozanov and Ilya Hollander-Rozanov are happily retired and living the life as a family with their three wonderful children. Despite being adopted, the girls still look like their dad in a way but with their papa's wonderful curls, while their youngest, a son, looks just like his papa alone.
Unfortunately, sometimes when a son doesn't look like his dad, nosy nobodies decide to cause unwarranted drama and Shane now has to deal with the consequences.
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- Part 1 of The Hollander-Rozanov(a)s
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“So,” Yuna says, as she polishes off her third glass of cabernet. “When are you boys going to get started on kids?”
Shane chokes on his tiramisu.
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Or: Maybe Shane doesn’t want kids.
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- Part 11 of my anonymous heated rivalry fic
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bandaids don't fix bullet holes by apageinthisbook
Fandoms: Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
22 Apr 2026
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What if Cliff saw the video before Hayden? What if he got there first to warn them?
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i only threw this party for you by LunarMoonstone
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
28 Apr 2026
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"Oh, it looks like you’re doing better! With those scores, I guess we won’t have to meet as often anymore." Shane was beaming, proudly looking down at the transcript. Ilya’s smile immediately dropped.
Needless to say, he scored 20 points lower on the next midterm.
In which popular hockey fuckboy Ilya Rozanov falls madly in love with the university's golden boy Shane Hollander. Somehow, they go from being the talk on campus to becoming that couple.
Alternatively, my take on the Jock!Ilya x Nerd!Shane trope bc it is desperately underrepresented.
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Cadmium Yellow by ThePromptWasntThisLong (shredded_potato)
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
01 Apr 2026
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“Did you just tell a customer their outfit was structurally unsound?”
“It was.”
If you ask Shane Hollander, he'll tell you the bar's highball glasses are committing a war crime against sparkling water, your outfit has at least three structural flaws, and no, he is NOT blushing, it's just warm in here, and no, he was NOT staring at the new bartender through the gap in the ficus leaves, he was RESTING HIS EYES, and also, for the record, he doesn't care that the bartender has hazel eyes the color of warm stone in late-afternoon light or that his hands can untangle Shane's knotted fingers like they were made for exactly that purpose. He's a particularly opinionated artist with a sunset to paint. He doesn't have time for this. (He makes so much time for this.)
A neurodivergent artist with the social grace of a startled deer + a bartender with the patience of a saint + a best friend who lives for drama = a love story told in fumbled words, shared sunsets, and the quiet understanding that sometimes the most profound conversations happen without speaking a word.
Or: Shane Hollander has zero filter, zero social skills, and is absolutely in love with the new bartender his mother hired for their family bar