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Ilya’s not taken one step inside the cottage (The cottage) and he’s already struggling to take it all in. Nothing about the outside of the “cottage” actually betrays what’s waiting for him inside, and if it weren’t for Shane blocking the exit as he stands there with the bags, he’d take a step out to double-check the door. Or the calendar. Because the living room looks like a department store exploded its entire Christmas stock in there. There are fairy lights, stockings, tinsel, and garlands, but the focal point of the room is the sizable Christmas tree that stands right by the fireplace. With no decorations.
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Russian Science Wins by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-24
“Russians don’t blush, starshine.”
“And guys don’t squirt, Ilya.”
A snowboarding trip turns into a filthy, intimate challenge when Ilya decides to prove a point—repeatedly—in the most overwhelming ways possible.
- Part 4 of Cross-Checked & Kissed (smut oneshots)
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Shane turned back to Ilya. “You say things to me that make me feel the same as when you kiss me,” he spoke softly, accentuating his words with motioning arms, “like the earth could give out from under you and you wouldn’t give a shit, because that way you could stay in the sunlight all the time. You love when it’s sunny.” He drew in a long, steadying breath. “And it makes me think you might love me like you love the sun.” Ilya thought his chest may burst open with the sheer force his heart beat with. “It was sunny today, yes? Did not make me feel like this. Not even close,” Ilya offered Shane his hand. Shane took it and Ilya dragged him to his chest. He pressed their intertwined hands against his heart. “Feel that? Only you, no sun. Would not want the earth to collapse. It would take you away, too. What do I do with just the stupid sun, if you are not there to block it out?” or; Shane visits Ilya when the Voyageurs are in Boston. They are down horrendous for each other. Also very much in love. So, pretty canon.
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Shane pulls back, carefully cradling Ilya’s face. “Maybe we shouldn’t.” “You don’t want to?” Ilya’s eyes are bottomless; swimming with grief. He says it like he really means, You don’t want me? “That isn’t what I mean,” Shane says gently, brushing his thumb over Ilya’s cheekbone. Ilya’s eyes flutter shut, as if being treated so tenderly causes him physical pain. Like he isn’t used to it. “You’re hurting. I don’t want you to regret it in the morning.” Ilya’s eyes open. “I have never regretted a moment with you.” * Or: the missing hotel room scene in Florida after Shane comforts Ilya.
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Finally Home for Christmas by MASD_1138
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-24
Shane and Ilya are slowly getting used to their new schedules and figuring out what their relationship looks like, but with Christmas arriving, they leave their stressful life behind for a few days so they can enjoy their first holiday as a family at the cottage.
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"Don't like it," Shane insisted shakily. "M'not a dog." The hand gripping his waist flexed. Ilya tugged the collar again and Shane keened, high and reedy. He took his bottom lip between his teeth to quiet himself. It did nothing to stop him from gasping needily when Ilya's hand shifted to cup him through his jeans. "Mm, no, you are not. But you like when I say it, yes?" Ilya pressed, voice low and condescending. It washed over Shane like a drug. --- Shane gets looped into wearing a dog collar for Halloween. Ilya takes advantage of the situation.
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Shane blinks his eyes open to find Ilya hovering above him. “Let me make you a burger for dinner.” “Ilya,” he smiles. Translation: Diet. “I will make you bird burger, the way you like it. Bean patty. Fake bread bun.” “You think they have my bean burgers and weird bread at this thing?” Shane had been expecting to just survive on veggie platters until they got home. Ilya scoffs like he said something stupid. “Yes, Hollander, I told Dykstra to order them last week.” Shane and Ilya attend the 2019 Dykstra-Pike collaborative Canada Day cottage party.
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“You lie to yourself, Hollander. Not to me.” “What, because you know me so well?” “Yes. I do. Don’t I?”
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When Ilya misses a shot he should have made, he stays back after the loss and punishes himself for it. Shane sees him from miles away and shows up to take the edge off.
- Part 2 of unthinkable
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“I got the feeling you were kind of… jealous. Of Hayden. After what happened last time. With me touching him. So I was wondering why you… y'know. Encouraged him. To do that. To me.”
Ilya ran a hand through Shane's glossy hair, considering his answer. “Remember that time in your trophy room?”
How Shane immediately turned red was answer enough.
“I felt like I was fucking a king. I felt powerful,” Ilya continued. “And to see someone getting on their knees for you… It makes me feel the same way.”
Or: The Pikes visit the Hollander-Rozanov cottage. Ilya is a little jealous. Then he's not.
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“Just for a while.” Shane breathed, his eyes unwavering and persistent. “I just - I just need a taste. I’ll be good, I promise.” He licked his lips and edged closer on his knees. “I’ve been waiting for you. Don’t I deserve a reward?” He’d never been one for propriety, but Ilya was quite sure that heat-drunk omegas who barged their way into homes and scandalized staff didn’t merit praise. But he’d never been one to deny Shane anything, so he relented anyway. -- Or: Shane goes into heat a month before the wedding and throws propriety out the window.
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Shane is in love with Matt. They're in love and it's fine. It's better than fine really, Shane loves just about everything about Matt and he loves all of Matt's friends. Except for the big tall Russian one that wont stop staring at him like he knows something Shane doesn't. Like he's waiting for Shane to snap. Like he's begging Shane to do something.
And Shane won’t, obviously. Because Ilya is the type of man to reel you in and the leave you high and dry. Leave you looking for pieces of him in every new person that you meet, leave you looking for signs you didn't just make the whole thing up, like some wild fantasy that was born of monotony.
Oh, and he fact he has a boyfriend who he loves. A lot. It isn't monotonous. Its love.
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Shane shares his sex playlist with Ilya. Things ensue. Author's Notes: Soooo, guess who's finished watching all five eps of Heated Rivalry in just under two days? (Still, it's quite an achievement that it was not binged in one session XD!) This happens sometime around ep 6 when they're already in Shane's cottage. Jumping ahead for a bit but no spoilers; it's just a lazy, sexy afternoon with the boys as they discuss what music they're into when making love. Links to the mentioned songs are provided. Enjoy and do let us know what you think! ^_~ "Is just background," remarked Ilya with a shrug. He was aware that he sounded too dismissive, judging from the lift of a dark eyebrow and a dry look from Shane. Really? "Music during intimacy can be more than mere background noise, you know," argued Shane as they lounged around in bed for what was supposed to be an easy afternoon of nothing more than book reading and phone scrolling, and perhaps a nap-- quite a luxury. But then they were on vacation, holed up in absolute secrecy in Shane's lakeside cottage somewhere in Eastern Quebec; Ilya had not bothered with the exact location given he was more interested in other, far more absorbing matters once he got to the cottage. As always, he could not quite get enough of Shane Hollander, a fact that ought to be firmly established by now as to not give any pause or thought, yet he found himself amazed and constantly in awe of this person who'd become everything to him. If Scott Hunter's sudden and very public coming out felt like the unclenching of a fist, being here with Shane felt like he could finally let out the breath he did not know he was holding all this time. And if he were like this, how much more did it feel to Shane-- the relief of having finally unburdened himself to his parents. It was as if a load had been lifted from his shoulders yet the process had been overwhelming in the extreme. Now they were crossing over to unknown territory, as boyfriends. Everything about this was heady and scary in equal measure, yet this-- lightheartedly bickering over something as trivial as one's favorite music to have sex to-- brought him back on familiar ground. "I did not say is noise," Ilya pointed out. "All I say is when I fuck, I don't notice anything else except my lover and what I do to him. To you." Shane grinned. "Your laser focus is riveting, yes," he said, still in that dry tone. "But surely you've got some favorite tunes to, you know, get you in the mood, at least." "Uhh, there may be some," Ilya conceded. "Name them." It took a moment for him to come up with one. "That song that goes 'I Wanna Fuck You Like An Animal'," Ilya finally replied, not batting an eyelash as Shane dissolved in chuckles. "You mean Closer," said Shane. "Yeah, I've listened to Nine Inch Nails. That does sound like you." "Club music, something raw, something edgy," he said. "Skillrex. Avicii. It's what I like." He eyed Shane from under his brows. "Whereas you...let me guess." Shane's dark brow remained lifted as he stared at him, urging him to continue. "Adele," Ilya pronounced flatly, with a bit of a grimace. "Angsty. Full of meaning. Will make you cry during fucking." Shane burst out laughing. "No. I mean, I adore Adele and I do have all her records, but no, I wouldn't put her on during those times. Or even when I think about having sex." Ilya watched as Shane's gaze slid away, becoming distracted, as though he were looking deep into himself. This examination of introspectiveness was a new thing for Ilya. He was guilty of calling Shane boring early into their acquaintance when he was like this; he'd thought him moody and antsy, and he still sometimes found it frustrating, if only because Shane seemed so far away from him, but he was learning to read Shane better now, paying attention to his subtle cues and shifting responses. After a short pause, Shane continued, "I've never...I mean, I've never really slept with anyone whom I'd like to put some music on for." "Not even Rose?" Ilya could not help but ask. He was almost embarrassed to admit that Rose Landry, lovely human being that she was, was still very much a thorn on his side whenever he thought of Shane being with her, no matter how brief. Shane gave a small, wry smile. "Well, she put on her music when we were together, of course," he said. Ilya reached out a hand to touch him lightly on the knee. "What about me?" he asked, voice soft. That broke the spell as Shane's gaze slid back to him. "Have you ever played your songs when you thought of me?" "All the time," said Shane softly. "Really?" Ilya shifted so he lay on his side, head propped on one hand. "What times?" Shane shrugged. "Late at night, mostly, in bed with my pods on, thinking about you and what you might be doing. Missing you. Fantasizing about you." "You touched yourself." It was not a question. "Of course," said Shane, his gaze steady as he looked him right back.
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A devastating on-ice collision changes everything for Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, and everyone who loves them.
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Ilya learns to relax, sort of.
- Part 22 of Hockey Time!
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On the Grassy Shore by LadyElspeth
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-23
At the cottage, Ilya Rozanov asked Shane Hollander to practice yoga. Taking another long sip from his bottle of cold beer, Ilya grinned. “Hey, Hollander,” he said in an upbeat voice, “where’s your yoga mat? I haven’t seen it.” Even though Shane was wearing sunglasses in the lazy afternoon light as he leaned down to check out the stove to prepare for dinner, Ilya could bet that Shane was rolling his eyes. “Please tell me you aren’t thinking about that stupid house tour again. Why?” “Why not?” Ilya shrugged. “Learned some new words too. ‘Fortress of solitude,’ am I saying it right?” he pronounced carefully, not wanting to mess up any syllable. “Because I still can’t believe you watched the whole damn thing!” Shane threw a rag resting on the grill’s handle to Ilya, who caught it easily only to toss it aside. “I did. I want to see it.” Shane turned around sharply to stare at Ilya. “See what? Me doing yoga?” A larger grin, almost wicked, was expanding on Ilya’s face. He knew how Shane loved it when he smiled like that—just a matter of time before Shane gave in. “Oh yes. You showed it to the camera crew. You can show it to me.” And Shane was already blushing. “All right,” Shane mumbled, moving his eyes away from Ilya’s face and starting to walk indoors. “I’ll be right back.” Ilya tried to hide his excitement by nodding slightly and drinking the beer again. A minute later, Shane reappeared with the light blue yoga mat, the same one that Ilya saw on his tv in Boston, and spread it on the grass. Ilya shook his head and clicked his tongue loudly. Shane paused, looking up with raised brows. “No, no, it’s wrong. Turn it to the side,” Ilya instructed. “I need the same angle.” Shane chuckled, “Asshole.” Nevertheless, he moved the yoga mat, and Ilya nodded with approval. What happened next was so mesmerizing that Ilya nearly let the bottle of beer slip through his fingers several times. Fucking hell, Shane was taking off his sunglasses, shoes, and socks. Then, he was on his stomach, legs flat as he hoisted his torso with the bulging muscles of his arms. And Shane got on one foot and stretched, his toned arms glistening under the sun. Each pose was meticulous, and Ilya felt like he was in a classroom in a high-end yoga studio. Instinctively, he held his breath and leaned forward in his Adirondack chair, his sunglasses unable to hide the intensity of the gaze underneath. When Shane turned around to face the lake, away from Ilya, and reached down, his tight, round buttocks flush against his shorts were too much. Okay. That was it! Ilya decided. In a flash, he carelessly put down his sunglasses, then the bottle, not caring that it fell and the rest of his drink spilled into the grass. He bridged the distance between them, kicked aside his sandals, and stepped on the mat to stand behind Shane. Shane wasn’t done with the last pose. He sucked in a breath when Ilya touched his stomach, pulling him in. “Want to learn yoga?” Shane laughed, leaning back into Ilya’s strong chest. “Yes. Maybe. I don’t care.” Ilya didn’t want to think about English words anymore. He wanted to pin Shane down on his slutty yoga mat that he dared to show to the whole world and fuck him. Turning to face Ilya, Shane smiled. The light breeze, sweet like lemonade, lifted a strand of hair by Shane’s ear. His hair was a little longer now compared to his look during the season, and Ilya loved it. And the light brown in Shane’s eyes as they reflected the sunlight was as tasty as honey. Ilya leaned in to kiss that adorable strand of hair, eyes taking in the bridge of freckles on Shane’s face. “You’re too cute,” Ilya said. Shane blushed and kissed Ilya back on the lips. But their touches on each other’s arms and chest soon became heated in the summer sun. Shane pulled off his tank top, and Ilya, not wearing anything on his chest to begin with, helped him throw it aside. “Show me more yoga,” Ilya murmured and turned Shane around, making them both get down. When Ilya towered over Shane, who was on his hands and knees, he tried to protest:
- Part 6 of Hollanov
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Ilya gets his skates on and tests the ice underneath him. It feels nothing like their professional rinks, which are always perfectly smooth. Each little imperfection in the ice creates a bump that shocks up his legs, and he almost feels clumsy. Ilya hasn’t felt clumsy on ice since he was four years old. “Have you ever skated outside before?” Shane asks, noticing Ilya’s reaction. “Maybe, once or twice,” Ilya lies. “But I am city boy, remember.” “Well, there’s no Zamboni.” Shane grins, and skates confidently past Ilya, further out into their small rink. -- or, Shane and Ilya make the most of their Christmas break.
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The first weed dispensary opens up in Montreal and Ilya decides it would be a fun idea to take Shane. OR, Shane is anxious about his first time weed experience but ends up having a really good time and feels very safe doing so with his husband, Ilya.
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Shane can feel it the moment Ilya’s breathing starts to even out. He has no idea how much time has passed since he climbed into Ilya’s lap. Since they kissed. Since the moment he saw that first tear fall from Ilya’s eye. - OR - The missing scene from Episode 5, between Shane crawling into Ilya's lap and leaving the hotel room.
- Part 1 of Heated Rivalry Missing Scenes
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Not Just on Christmas by Nusilverwolf
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-23
Ilya and Shane have their first Christmas together as a married couple. Gifts are exchanged and naturally the two compete to see who is the better gift giver. Will Shane win with his sweet sentimental gift? Or will it be Ilya's fulfillment of one of Shane's fantasies?
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