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Everything else fades away when I look at you by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-29
Ilya Rozanov believes he is at good at noticing things about Shane Hollander. It's hard for him not to; he's gorgeous and Ilya finds it difficult to look anywhere else but where Shane is. Not a particularly good look for hockey team rivals, but Ilya stopped giving a fuck a long time ago. He would rather stare at Shane and count all of his beautiful freckles that cover his nose and cheeks than look at all the non-Shanes everywhere else. Ilya notices all the little things about Shane like the way his nose scrunches when he laughs, and how literal he is sometimes, and that he gets anxious about things, but also that Ilya can calm him down, because Ilya is never not thinking about Shane.
He's been haunted by Shane in the best possible way for years at this point, and he never wants it to stop.
- Part 6 of Hockey boys 🏒
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Ilya’s blood has always run hotter than Shane's.
Or: Yay Hollanov free use! Everybody cheered!
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no place for the old by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-29
“So he break up with you because you are a million years old and dick doesn’t work?” Rozanov asks.
Or: Scott Hunter gets ragebaited into a threesome.
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During a highly-anticipated match between Montreal and Boston, Ilya and Shane are forced into a conflict fueled by their feelings for each other.
- Part 3 of unthinkable
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tucked beneath my muscle memory was you by downtheroadandupthehill
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-28
Still, he’s felt like absolute shit for weeks, and the idea of sitting in his hotel room, where he would probably masturbate, cry, and have another night of fitful sleep, did not make him feel any better. Getting to be skin to skin with Ilya Rozanov did. And surely Rozanov wouldn’t be demanding Shane make a nest in his damn bed if he didn’t fully intend on actually kissing him in it and keeping him there until morning, right? Maybe that would be enough to pick Shane up out of this drop, keep it from happening again. OR After not sending the "we didn't kiss" text, Shane's omega hormones go into distress mode. Despite trying to hide his symptoms and play through the misery, when Ilya Rozanov finds out what's going on, the alpha Shane's body wants most is determined to fix it.
- Part 1 of mutual instincts
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In a world which Shane's been hiding his rut from Ilya, he finally agrees to entertain his lover and invites him to spend it with him. Only Shane doesn't react at all how he imagined.
- Part 1 of alpha² hollanov
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Shane stilled and his hand gripped the phone in it so tight his knuckles turned white. It didn't hurt. Not even a little, but Shane still felt it. More than he should have. His body quickly heated up and a feeling in his stomach bubbled up too fast he almost felt nauseous. His thoughts however made him feel even more sick. He wanted Ilya to do it again. or Shane finds out he liked it a little too much when Ilya slapped him on the phone call.
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“My fucking god, Hollander, you talk so much,” Rozanov says and Shane clenches his jaw. "I am not trying to set you up with Dom friend!”
“What then? You came to rub it in or–”
Rozanov throws his hands up in defeat and snaps, “Am trying to say; Hollander, I am Dom and I will Play with you, but you talk so fucking much I can not say this!”
Shane freezes. There’s no laughter now. His stomach swoops and plummets.
“That’s not funny.”
“Do I look like I am laughing, Hollander? Am serious.”
- Part 1 of OWNED (hollanov dom/sub-verse)
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that body of yours is absurd by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-28
Ilya learns Shane is insecure about how his body has changed during his pregnancy, and does his best to fix that
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Shane is suffering consequences of being away from his baby. He’s in pain and uncomfortable at hockey practice. Ilya is a helpful husband.
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of human bondage by blossominribcage
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-28
Ilya’s brother gives him a call to congratulate him on his wedding. He might need some reassurance from Shane after he’s unwise enough to take it.
- Part 6 of ilya and shane’s silly adventures
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Ilya is watching the sun rise over the lake at the cottage when Shane joins him and makes a little request. “So, I was wondering…next time we fuck…would you like to, uh, skip the condom? Because I’ve been thinking about feeling you skin-to-skin inside me for a while now, and it’s been driving me—” Shane did not get a chance to complete his sentence because Ilya had hauled him over and was giving him a kiss, fierce and biting and ravenous. After many glorious moments of kissing, the sun warm on their cheeks, Ilya pulled back. Shane licked his lips and gave Ilya a darting glance before looking away. “Anyway, yeah, it’s been driving me insane,” he said, and cleared his throat. “Well now that you said it, it makes me insane too,” Ilya replied. “Come.” He stood and hauled Shane up along with him. “Chop chop, Hollander. No time to waste.”
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The Sex Lives of College Boys by ladyschrei
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-28
College students Shane and Ilya are paired together to work on a project. Shane has trouble with public speaking, so Ilya comes up with a fun way to make Shane focus. Or, as Ilya tells Shane: his favorite subject to study is anatomy.
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Dialing You (Sorry, Darling You) by hollano_ov
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-28
Shane works in IT. Ilya’s computer always seems to be fucked up.
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think back to what you said and I turn red, I'm turning red Or: Ilya makes a request of Shane, and by fulfilling it, he learns something new about himself.
- Part 1 of guilty pleasure
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After returning to the cottage, Shane and Ilya can't keep their hands to themselves. There's lots of shameless sex, happiness, and talks about toys only mentioned in passing years ago. — Or what happened at the cottage post s01e06.
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The Blue Pillow by masterroadtripper
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-28
When they pulled into the garage of their house in Ottawa, Ilya gently prodded Shane to, “shower, get yourself ready.” Of course, that could mean just about anything, and that was why Ilya phrased it that way. If Shane wanted quiet, wanted to cuddle in the quiet, he could pull on his most ridiculous flannel pajamas and curl in close. But if Shane wanted him, wanted the one language that never failed between them anymore, then Shane knew what he had to do. And Ilya had a sense that he already knew what Shane would choose. They had no match that day, just training with the Centaurs, but Ilya knew Shane had woken on the wrong side of the bed. One of those mornings where the light coming between the cracks in their window blinds felt abrasive. Where none of his clothes were right. Where he’d shower before leaving for the rink and then again once he got there, the first not having counted because he’d already ruined it by existing in the world. Lunch would be an ordeal that Ilya watched for the sole purpose of ensuring that Shane ate something. Anything too warm or too textured would be left untouched, until he inevitably defaulted to a bowl of chickpeas and spinach because at least those two foods behaved predictably and did exactly what Shane expected them to do. The buzzer made him flinch every time it went off when they got ready for some drills in the afternoon, sharp and unavoidable, and on the drive home Shane picked at the skin around his fingernails until it lifted in long, thin pieces. Ilya had learned the signs long before he understood them. Back when they’d first started this, so many years ago now, he’d thought Shane was perhaps slightly difficult. Different. That was what everyone said. They were never cruel enough to say anything more than that then, though Ilya would later learn how quickly that restraint would wear thin once winning stopped making up for inconvenience. When he was particular to the point of peculiarity, or quiet to the point of unease, Ilya would watch those big brown eyes tracking everything and everyone on the ice. There were times when Shane didn’t speak at all. Not out of sulking or stubbornness, not as some calculated refusal, but because the words simply never arrived. His mouth would open and close again, the thought intact but unreachable, and he’d turn his head slightly away from Ilya, his gaze fixing on something neutral like a lamp or a building out the window. Ilya knew now that Shane could and would go nonverbal, though at the time he didn’t have the English for it, didn’t have any language beyond the uneasy certainty that pushing would only make it worse. What Shane did have language for were systems. Rules. Things that behaved if you treated them correctly. Folding his clothes with precise, almost reverent care. Lacing his skates the same way every time. Eating the same meals, parking in the same spot, walking the same routes through the increasingly familiar away cities as if repetition might smooth out their edges. Ilya knew that people mistook Shane’s steadiness for control, for leadership even, and Ilya knew that Shane let them. That it was easier than admitting how much effort it took to appear normal to the world that wouldn’t see him that way. At the time, Ilya hadn’t known why the rituals mattered so much, why deviation hit Shane like a personal failure instead of a minor inconvenience. No one ever called it anything because the league loved men like Shane. Players who were disciplined, controlled, and relentlessly prepared. What Ilya had known, back then, was that sex was simpler, even if it was riskier. He had gambled. All those years ago, he’d noticed that the only time Shane ever truly came alive, ever seemed able to meet Ilya where he was, was on the ice. Skates carving into the rink, their shoulders colliding. Physicality seemed to give Shane something that his words never quite managed to do. It was the way through to him, Ilya had realized, a way out. So if Ilya wanted more, if he wanted anything, it would have to start there. It would have to be physical, Ilya knew almost right away. After that first, sharp “fuck off” chirp from Shane in the showers after the CCM commercial before their rookie year, even though Shane’s voice had been rough and startled, Ilya knew he was onto something. Not because Shane had said “not here” to him after he’d turned to face Shane front-on, but because he’d said anything at all. Because he’d stayed. Because he’d opened his hotel room door. Because as soon as Ilya had gotten his hands on him, had gotten his mouth on Shane’s, it was like Ilya had cracked the code and had found a way to get through to Shane like he’d only otherwise been able to on the ice. Shane might not have been able to speak it, might not have been able to admit it even to himself, but Ilya knew he’d found the way in much better than he had in the hotel gym. They didn’t have to talk. They never did. Sex, touch, pressure, heat, it all seemed to cut through that weird noise he could see crossing Shane’s features in a way that made Ilya realize that was more immediate to focus on than anything else. They were good at it. They always had been. And for a long time, Ilya mistook that relief for resolution, believing that whatever was breaking Shane down during the day could be burned off at night, leaving nothing behind that would ever need to be named. Eventually, Shane tried to explain. Not all at once, and not easily. He put a name to what he'd had been dealing with since he was a kid, and said it like it was something fragile, easily mishandled, as though he weren’t entirely sure Ilya would know the word, or what to do with it if he did. He did. David had mentioned it to him before. It had been the first time they’d talked properly, out at the cottage a few days after they’d accidentally outed themselves to Shane’s parents. David had taken Ilya aside, not unkindly, but with a careful seriousness that felt earned. He’d told him that Shane’s mother had been… less understanding. That as both his mother and his manager, she struggled with anything that might make Shane less than his best. Less marketable. Less predictable. Anything that threatened the version of him the league found easiest to celebrate. David hadn’t spoken badly of her, but instead, he’d just looked tired. He said that all he’d ever wanted for Shane was for him to be happy, and that only part of that happiness could be hockey, no matter how much it had come to define him. He wanted Shane to be loved, for who he was, not for what he could produce, and he wanted Ilya to be able to love him too. Regardless of hockey. Regardless of autism. Not in spite of it, but without fear of it. So when Shane finally said it himself - "I'm autistic, Ilya" - sitting beside him with his hands folded tight in his lap, eyes fixed somewhere just past the horizon, Ilya understood what it had cost him. This wasn’t new information, not exactly, but it was Shane offering up something that had so often been treated as liability, asking without quite asking to be held there without being diminished. Shane admitted that hockey was the first language he’d ever known, quite literally. Ever since the first game his father took him to when he was four, perched high in the stands with the cold seeping through his boots, the arena roaring loudly around him, Shane had chewed
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Ilya steps into the room and closes the door behind him. “Sorry I took long. I had hockey practice.” “I know. Don’t worry about it. Please, have a seat.” Shane allows himself a small, private smile as Ilya approaches and drops into the chair in front of him. His hair looks slightly damp as runs a hand through it, a blond curl falling back over his eyes. Shane crosses his legs beneath the desk and swallows.“So," he mumbles, suddenly unsure how to begin. This is already harder than he thought it would be. "How are things looking this season?” Ilya shrugs. "Good. We fuck now?" “Ilya!” Shane blurts, yanking his glasses off and dropping them onto the desk with a clatter. So much for a night of roleplay. -- or where shane wants to try being more dominant, and ilya lets him think he'll allow it
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“Three weeks ago, I sent a message that says you need to wait to come,” he says, leaning down to nip at Shane’s earlobe, kiss his chin and neck. “I knew you would do it, because you are perfect. I did not doubt this for a second.” Ilya props himself up on his knees and one arm above Shane so that he can worm his hand into the waistband of Shane’s boxers. Shane squirms slightly, reaching up to try and capture Ilya’s lips with his. “So now I will give you a reward. You will come until you feel like maybe you will never come again, and when we are done, I will wash you and tuck you into bed.” OR Ilya tells Shane not to come until they see each other again in three weeks.
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swear to me that you'll show me (need you to coach me) by toomuchwine (renjuncomplex)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-28
Ilya is a father. Shane is a youth hockey coach.
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