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Ever since that summer by 1410lovers (prinzessinglitzerfee)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-16
When he played for Montreal, the other guys on the team would often give him weird looks. He knew he wasn't great at making friends but he also didn't think it was necessary to be friends with everyone on the team. Still, it hurt how hostile some of them got over Shane's strict routines. Some even commented about his "psycho behaviour" but usually Hayden would make them shut up. Only when Shane was having panic attacks, the others would be more aggressive about it. They weren't worried about Shane, all they seemed to care about was that he was different. ~ or: Shane's experience with being autistic through his life. And finding peace with it!
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"Hmm, what was that, Hollander? Were you trying to say something?" Even though Shane and Ilya often only refer to one another by their last names, the way it sounds rolling off Ilya's sex drunk, accented tongue has Shane feeling tingles all the way down his spine. "Fuck off—jesus, ah!—stop talking and fuck me already!" Shane finally snaps. His cheeks are ruddy, voice hoarse from moaning, and his legs are shaking. (Or, Alternatively, friends with benefits hollanov in college, featuring anxious mess Shane and emotionally stunted Ilya - it's mostly pwp with happy ending)
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Shane bombards Ilya with random facts until one question changes everything: "Do you know what a kiss feels like?”
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Shane clenches his teeth so hard he feels the pain in the back of his skull. “You deserve more than a sham mating,” He says thickly. “Perhaps,” Rose reaches across his kitchen bench top to take his hand, “But you deserve more than a forced mating,”
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Freckles. From cheek to cheek, right over the bridge of a very tiny button nose. He knows these freckles. Knows them better than he knows the backs of his own hands, probably. Which, really, combined with the basket and the blanket and the fact that this happens at least once a season to someone in the league, Ilya’s heart races, then settles as he holds the baby close. “Well, hello there, my little one.” AKA wish baby fic
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"No. I'm not sick," Ilya grumbled. Immediately after, he coughed so hard that Shane was a little worried that Ilya would cough up his guts. "You have a fever and you sound like you're dying. You're sick," Shane said as he handed the glass of water and ibuprofen to Ilya, who was glaring at him. or, Ilya is sick and Shane looks after him
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Lily: This is the kind of thing we could be more obvious with. Lily: Miked up 👀 Lily: We could talk wedding plans during the game. ——— * The league decides the next Montreal v. Ottawa game should be Mic'd Up. * After, Shane and Ilya talk jealousy and make a sex tape. * Years later, the Pikes make amends for the FanMail debacle.
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prompt: sugar crash “So there’s dinner on the stove, in case you two are hungry — yes, even your shitty birdseed, Shane — and extras for the kids but they’ve all eaten.” Hayden was grabbing stuff and shoving it away as he spoke, clearing up the lounge so that it was somewhat presentable. “Most of their toys are in the den, but they can have two each in the lounge — two — at any one time. Don’t let them tell you otherwise. Bedtime is at seven, they will try to stay up later. There will be many tricks, don’t fall for a single one of them. “Arthur’s potty just got emptied — he took a massive—” “Dump,” Shane cut in as he bounced Amber in his arms. Jackie was still near enough, he thought, to hear him. Amber couldn’t talk but she could babble. Hayden already had three dollars in that jar in the past five minutes. “—shit just before dinner,” Hayden continued, ignoring Shane’s correction. Fourth dollar in the jar.
- Part 11 of a prompt a day for 2026: 365 days of prompts
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Based very loosely on events from The Long Game that my brain wanted to put into the first book, somewhere between Shane’s injury, and before Scott Hunter wins the cup - for maximum angst, obviously.
What if Ilya’s plane had actually crashed? And what if it had happened before he and Shane had the chance to confess their love and know what it was like to be together.
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A fic so I could write a really needy Shane who can't hide his feelings anymore, and an Ilya who is faced with the undeniable truth that someone cares for him.
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Hayden Pike is determined to figure out who 'Lily' is, and he plans to get to the bottom of it by questioning his best friend and also possibly doing a little snooping. Set mainly in the year after Heated Rivalry, when Ilya was still playing for Boston and his first year with Ottawa when Shane and Ilya's relationship was a secret.
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Hayden Pike’s Cape by GrendelsMother
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-01-16
“I can’t just make some announcement, ‘hey everyone, Ilya babysat my kids, he’s a great guy!’” Hayden threw his hands up in the air. “I mean, actually you can, sweetie, but I was thinking something more gradual.” ... ... ... The one where Hayden is actually the hero of the story, because Jackie talks him into rehabilitating Ilya’s asshole image by publicly defending him, several times. The reactions to the FanMail are different this time, because of Hayden.
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Shane is finally ready to come out on his own terms in an emotional Instagram post about his relationship with Ilya... The only problem is everyone thinks he was hacked. To be fair, Ilya writing: No is true, I'm gay for Hollander, did not help.
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a simple case of mistaken identity by LiarsandThieves22
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-16
"What could Hollander possibly need with Boston social media lady?” Rozanov asked. “Shane’s in love with her,” Hayden said. Rozanov’s face did something very weird. -- Or: after becoming a bit obsessed with solving the Mystery of Boston Lily, Hayden thinks he finally has it figured out. She must work for the Boston Raiders. Now all he has to do is find her next time he's in Boston and tell her that her and Shane shouldn't have to hide their relationship. Problem is, the only person he can find is Ilya Rozanov, and Rozanov is being a real dick about the whole thing.
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looking in from the outside by syntjjh
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-16
After their retirement, Shane and Ilya have spent over a decade in a public relationship, but the world still doesn't understand how serious, boring Shane Hollander and cocky, irritating Ilya Rozanov are the perfect match. Now working as television panelists on Saturday hockey broadcasts, their relationship is put on display. // Five times outsiders can't understand Shane and Ilya together, and one time it's impossible not to.
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A few years after Shane and Ilya's wedding, Andrei Rozanov dies and leaves his young daughter, Katerina Andreiovna Rozanova, parentless. She's supposed to go to her next-of-kin, but the Russian government is making it hard for the husbands to gain guardianship.
They have to fight to get their niece, and they will do whatever it takes to bring her home.- Language:
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Ilya looks at him, that carefree smirk pulling at his lips, and time slows. JJ is barreling toward Ilya, and it’s obvious he hasn’t processed that Ilya’s turned away from him. And Ilya, oh God Ilya can’t see, and the world is moving at a snail’s pace around Shane but there’s no time, he can’t open his mouth to warn him and— —and JJ collides harshly with Ilya, sending him richocheting into the boards and Shane's world stops. -- Or, what if it was Ilya who was hurt instead of Shane?
- Part 1 of i can't seem to not need to need you
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The Phone Call by Rain_And_Books (Huni_obri)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-15
“I’m fine,” Hayden snapped, voice cracking just a little. “You’re on drugs. You’re confused. Let’s maybe not talk about your... your marital activities.” He looked away from the man, finding the floor much more intriguing. “But it’s true! And you’ve heard them before.” The Russian explained, and Hayden paused. “No. I didn’t. I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” Ilya smiled. And Hayden groaned; it was one of those cocky smiles that he had whenever he was about to be an asshole. Which was always. Or Ilya gets sent to the hospital after he collapses. Now, all drugged up, he starts explaining to Hayden what happened during the phone call when he and Shane were at the cottage. Hayden sat on the chair watching Rozanov, contemplating every life decision he had ever made. Why did he agree to come with Shane to the hospital again? Oh, right, cause he’s a supportive friend and loves Shane. Rozanov’s chest rose and fell with his breaths. The man was still unconscious, the drugs they gave him knocking him out. Shane had to run home to get a couple of things and left Hayden all by himself. He had asked him to watch over Ilya in case he woke up, because he didn’t want his husband to be left alone. And now Hayden had to suffer through watching Rozanov. Though as long as he remained asleep, Hayden would be fine with it. Of course, Rozanov did not care for his comfort. Hayden had just started to relax, or as much as he could relax in a plastic chair that seemed designed to punish the human spine, when the steady rhythm of Rozanov’s breathing stammered. Hayden straightened instantly. “No,” he muttered under his breath. “Absolutely not.” Rozanov’s brow furrowed, the crease between his eyebrows deepening. His fingers twitched against the sheets. Once. Twice. Hayden leaned forward despite himself, eyes fixed on the bed. He told himself this was his responsibility. That Shane had trusted him with this. That if Rozanov woke up and tried to rip out his IV or start a fight with the heart monitor, it would technically be Hayden’s fault. His eyelids fluttered. Hayden groaned softly and scrubbed a hand down his face. “You have got to be kidding me.” Rozanov’s eyes opened, slow, unfocused, glassy with medication. For a long moment, he just stared at the ceiling, breathing shallow and uneven, like the air itself was an inconvenience. Then his gaze shifted. And landed on Hayden. Rozanov squinted, clearly trying to piece together reality. He then slowly moved his head away from Hayden and around the room. “Where is… Shane?” “Gone,” Hayden said. Then, because he wasn’t a monster - because he saw the hurt appear on Rozanov’s face and he didn’t want to see that expression on anyone’s face, even if he was Rozanov, he added. “Home. He’ll be back.” Rozanov’s face relaxed slightly, even though his body remained stiff. His fingers curled in the sheets again, knuckles whitening. “You stayed.” “He left me here,” Hayden corrected. “Against my will.” That earned him a faint huff of breath that might have been a laugh if it hadn’t sounded so painful. Rozanov closed his eyes for a second, regaining his composure. As much as he could in his highly medicated state. “You look,” Rozanov murmured, “miserable.” “Thank you,” Hayden said. “I’ve been working on that.” Another silence stretched between them. The machines filled it, beeping steadily, unbothered by the tension coiling in the room. Hayden shifted in his chair, suddenly aware of how close the bed was, how fragile Rozanov looked despite everything he knew about the man. Rozanov swallowed. “I don’t remember… coming here,” he admitted. “You collapsed on the ice,” Hayden said before he could stop himself. “Scared the hell out of Shane.” Rozanov’s eyes flicked back to him, something raw and unsettled flashing across his face before he masked it. He stared at the ceiling again, jaw clenched, like he could will himself back into unconsciousness. He remembered the sudden collapse of Rozanov. Montreal and Ottawa were playing against each other, and as soon as Ilya’s body collided with the ice, Shane became an absolute mess. Thankfully, Rozanov fainted towards the end of the third period; otherwise, Hayden was sure, the paramedics would have had to deal with two hockey players in need of medical assistance with Shane’s impending panic attack. Hayden exhaled slowly. Great. Wide awake. Alone together. This was going to be a long wait. “I want Shane,” Rozanov complained. Hayden sighed. “He’ll be here soon. He just needed to go grab some of your things.” Hayden explained again. He knew Rozanov was medicated, but he really didn’t want to keep repeating himself for the entirety of Shane’s absence. “But why couldn’t he go later?” Ilya whined. Hayden resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Somehow, this particular brand of Rozanov chaos was… almost amusing. He had half a mind to take out his phone and record him, just to spite him afterwards. “Because we didn’t expect you’d wake up already. He thought he’d come back to you still asleep.” Ilya frowned, as if Hayden had just told him the world’s greatest injustice. “But Shane is supposed to be here when I wake up.” “I know,” Hayden said, through gritted teeth. “He will be. Soon.” Ilya stared at the ceiling for a moment, then turned his head again, eyes unfocused. “He usually is.” Hayden paused, unsure where this was going. And kinda scared. Rozanov on a normal day was an ass, Rozanov high on drugs… “Usually is what?” “Here, when I wake up,” Ilya clarified. “Or when I fall asleep. Or in between.” He hummed thoughtfully. “Especially in between.” A lopsided smile appeared on his face, his eyes closing as if he had lost himself in a memory. Hayden felt something cold settle in his spine. He had a bad feeling about where this was going. “Okay,” he said quickly. “We don’t need to-“ “Because we have sex,” Ilya said, plainly. Hayden choked on absolutely nothing. “Yep. There it is.” He said, mortified, and then muttered. “I’m gonna kill Shane.” Ilya blinked at him,
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During the finalist game, Shane changes up his jersey. - "You're not actually going to wear that, right?" Hayden asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's my last name," Shane responded, brows furrowed. "I can wear the fucking jersey." Ilya noticed. He wasn't fucking dumb, and he was married to him, to Shane. Of course, he was going to notice if something was up with him. He'd be dumb, and a fucking asshole at that if he didn't know something was freaking out Shane, his husband of three years. He saw the fidgeting, the way he was walking around the house, going in and out of rooms, pacing. And in the way he looked at Ilya, before shifting his gaze, tearing his eyes away. Something was wrong. When Shane stepped into the room again, Ilya didn’t hesitate. He reached for him, his hand sliding easily around his waist, pulling him in. He buried his face in his hair and leaned into him like it was second nature. He smelled like her shampoo, soft, familiar, and like home. “My love, what is wrong?” he asked, his voice muffled against his head. “Nothing,” he said quickly, too quickly. Ilya pulled back just enough to look at him. Shane's jaw was tight, his eyes flicking off to the side instead of meeting his. He frowned, brows knitting together in that way he knew all too well. “You are lying,” he said—not accusing, just certain. Shane caught his bottom lip between his teeth, "Just.. you're certain you'll be coming to the game tonight, right?" Ilya smiled. So that was it. "Yes, любовь, god, I told you million times that I am going with your mom and dad. It is the finalist game, Shane. I will watch you win." He blushed a little at that, "We don't know if Montreal will win, since they-" "Shhh." Ilya pressed a finger to his lips, lifting another hand toward his chin, lifting it till their eyes met. He spoke in Russian, slowly, enunciating each word so Shane could understand. "I will watch and you will win. Then we celebrate at home with your mom and dad. Then they will leave, and I will reward you, okay?" Shane blushed harder, pink decorating his face. "Okay." ◙▒◙ ♫♩♬ The locker room was long and narrow, lined with rows of dented metal lockers that rattled softly every time one was opened or shut. The air carried a mix of faint soap, sweat, and deodorant. Benches ran down the center, their wooden slats smoothed from years of use, creaking when someone sat down too quickly. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a pale glow that made everything look a little washed out. Somewhere in the background, a shower dripped steadily, echoing against the tiled walls, while voices bounced around the room, laughing, complaining, calling out names, filling the space with an easy, familiar chaos. Shane stood at his own locker, staring at his own jersey. Heat rushed to his face before he could stop it, a slow, creeping warmth that settled in his cheeks and refused to leave. He wondered how Ilya was going to react, what he was going to say when he walked out onto the ice. Someone clapped a hand on his shoulder, "Captain, we go on in five. Get dressed already!" Shane and Hayden looked at each other before both of their eyes trailed down to the jersey clasped in his hand. "Oh my fucking god.." Shane tensed up, "What?" "You're not actually going to wear that, right?" He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's my last name," Shane responded, brows furrowed. "I can wear the fucking jersey." He smiled before continuing, "I'll actually only be responding to the team when they call me by my actual last name." JJ appeared next, laying both arms on Shane and Hayden's shoulders. "Coach will kill if you guys do not come in three mi—fucking!" He yelled, before pointing, jabbing his finger onto the jersey, over the white lettering, "What the—what the fuck!?" Hayden looked back at JJ, pulling at his hair, "And we have to call him that for the whole fucking game!" Shane just laughed, "Yeah, you do." ◙▒◙ ♫♩♬ The hockey arena was cold in a way that seeped through clothes and settled into the bones, the sharp scent of ice and metal hanging in the air. The rink stretched wide and bright under the harsh overhead lights, the surface smooth and freshly cut, marked by bold red and blue lines that stood out against the white. The boards were scuffed and scarred from years of impact, plexiglass rising above them, smudged with fingerprints and streaks from flying pucks. The sound of skates slicing into the ice echoed sharply, every stop and turn ringing out like a snap of thunder. The audience filled the stands in thick, restless rows, bundled in jerseys, scarves, and winter coats. Some leaned forward eagerly, elbows on their knees, while others stood to shout, clap, or pound on the glass. Cheers rolled through the arena in waves, faces blurred together in a sea of excitement and anticipation, eyes glued to the ice.
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Yes, the world is beautiful because it’s so different… but what the hell is wrong with Russians? After Shane and Ilya move in together, Hollander suddenly starts noticing strange Russian habits, rituals, and little bits of madness that his Canadian brain needs some time to process. And somehow, all of it makes him feel equally confused and… completely in love with the chaos that so effortlessly comes with his boyfriend. // Ilya is already playing for Ottawa
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“That, and the exhausted edge to his voice when he’d asked Hayden if they could change the topic of conversation. Because Hayden had been complaining about Rozanov for nearly half an hour, so drained he’d actually forgotten that maybe the person who, for some reason, loved him wouldn’t want to hear about Hayden’s many grievances. Especially while they were literally on the way to a movie night with the guy. Hayden’s mouth clicked shut, guilt building up sticky behind his teeth as he understood just how badly he must have fucked up for Shane Hollander to ask for something he wanted, namely, for Hayden to stop being a dick.”
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