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Wine Night (Before Anyone Notices… But Not Really) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-05
Shane Hollander isn’t as secretive as he thinks he is.
Neither is Ilya Rozanov — at least not to Scott Hunter.Or: Scott Hunter knows more than he lets on (then he makes it very clear)
- Part 3 of Wine Night, Eventually
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- #77114431
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the montreal vs boston game by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-05
When Shane collides with Cliff Marlow during the Montreal vs Boston game in April of 2017, Ilya has to get through the evening not knowing how he's doing. He eventually confides in his roommate Cliff, who subsequently invites himself onto Ilya's trip to the hospital the next morning.
“Ask,” Ilya said flatly, trying not to admit to himself that he probably knew what he was about to be asked.
“What is your relationship with Shane Hollander?” Marlow asked.
He didn’t ask ‘are you and Shane Hollander in a relationship?’. If he asked that, Ilya might have laughed and told him everything. As it was, he considered lying. He was pretty sure that at this point, Marlow would believe whatever Ilya told him. It was apparently clear to Marlow that something was different about Shane and Ilya, so if Ilya told him they were friends and that Shane had been reaching out to him about his father, Marlow would believe him. It technically wasn’t untrue.
It also wasn’t covering the part where they’d been fucking since they were nineteen years old.
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An alternate take on Hayden discovering the identity of Boston Lily and meeting Ilya as Shane's boyfriend for the first time. It takes a week from the moment Shane comes out to the Montreal Metros – with quiet determination and his jaw tense – for Hayden to put two and two together. At least, he thinks he’s got the correct answer. And the correct equation to solve. “So… Lily,” he says and Shane flinches like at a jumpscare. Which isn’t great given he’s currently cradling Amber in his arms like the good uncle he is. They’ve had dinner at Hayden’s, one that Jackie insisten on to show Shane nothing has changed. Hayden has assumed that much was obvious, but given the wary glances Shane has been giving him all evening, maybe Hayden’s wife has been onto something. She’s always been the brains of the relationship. “Is that why I’ve never seen a picture?” Over the years, Hayden has developed theories about Boston Lily. He dismissed most of them. Of course she wasn’t married, Shane would never go there, he just wasn’t the type. And his relationship with Rose Landry suggested he didn’t have a problem with public spotlight on his relationship, so she probably wasn’t a celebrity either. In the end, Hayden has secretly settled on the idea that Boston Lily was a high class dominatrix who helped Shane handle the pressure of being Shane Hollander, the captain of Montreal Metros, the NHL superstar, the involuntary inspiration to many. And Hayden decided not to ask. Now, however, the answer was obvious. “Lily’s a man.” Shane is staring at him with the doe-eyed gaze of a hunted animal. The baby stirs in his arms when his grip on her tightens just a little. “Hey, man, we won’t be doing that,” Hayden says, reaching for Amber to gently pry her out of his best friend’s grip. “You don’t need to use my baby as a shield. I’m not going to be an ass about this. There’s no need to take hostages.” “Sorry.” “No worries,” Hayden bounces the baby, hoping she won’t wake up just yet. They’re both keeping their voices low. “She is, though, right? Your Lily. A guy.” Shane’s ears are burning when he nods shortly. “Are you still seeing her? Him,” Hayden corrects himself quickly. Shane seems to have lost the ability to talk, but a brief hint of a smile flashes across his features. Under his freckles, his cheeks darken with a blush. “Man, it’s been ages. Years, right?” Hayden can’t remember when he’s first noticed Shane glued to his phone and sneaking out of his hotel room, but it has been a long time ago. Now that he thinks about it, Shane’s secret rendezvous in Boston have always been a part of Shane Hollander lore. “Is it serious?” Impossibly, Shane’s cheeks turn darker still. He gives a sharp little nod. “We’ll be playing Boston in what, two weeks? You must be looking forward to it.” Shane opens his mouth, but then he closes it again. His face does something indecipherable. He shrugs. “I think you should introduce us,” Hayden barrels through. “I’m your best friend. I should make sure this guy is worthy of you.” Shane actually laughs at that. “I don’t think— Actually, I think he won’t be in Boston.” “Liar. He’s always in Boston.” Hayden gives Shane a suspicious look. “Are you worried I won’t approve, is that it? Is he old?” He loves seeing Shane genuinely amused. “He’s definitely not old. Same age.” “He’s not out, then,” Hayden guesses. “I can be discreet!” It’s true. He’s never told anyone about his suspicion that Shane’s seeing a dominatrix. “I’d have to ask him. I’m not sure he’d be—“ Shane shakes his head. “But he really doesn’t live in Boston anymore.” “Oh.” Hayden feels his heart break a little. When he considers it now, Shane never got to see his Boston Lily all that often. It seemed much more frequent the way he’s been glued to his phone all these years, but in reality it was only a few times a year. To think the man has moved somewhere further away? Ah, Hayden ached for his friend. “Does he live in any of the cities we’ll be playing? Long distance is harsh, man.” Shane takes a breath. “He— He lives a bit closer now. I get to— It’s not that bad anymore,” he smiles a little. “Maybe we could— If he’d want to, which I’m really not sure— Maybe we could have a dinner. Sometime. If schedules allow. His isn’t much better than ours.” Hayden’s curious about this man now. “What does he do?” Shane only shakes his head. “I’ll have to talk to him first. No promises.” *** Two weeks later, Hayden and Jackie received an invitation to have dinner at— Shane’s cottage near Ottawa. “It’s more convenient for everyone, trust me,” Shane assured him. “And it’d be easier for you to leave than if we visited you. If you don’t like him.”
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DefinitelyNotRozanov81’s Guide to Marriage, Hockey, and Destroying Your Husband’s Best Friend Through the Power of Fanfiction by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-05
“You wrote about us having sex while Hayden watches!”
“Fictional us,” Ilya corrects. “Real us would never do that. Probably.” He pauses. “Unless …”
“No!”
Ilya Rozanov has always been competitive. But when his husband’s best friend starts calling a little too often, Ilya discovers a new arena for dominance: Archive of Our Own.
Armed with a pseudonym that fools absolutely no one, explicit tags that would make a sailor blush, and a truly impressive commitment to pettiness, Ilya wages psychological warfare one kudos at a time. His weapon of choice? Extremely detailed fanfiction about why Hayden Pike will never, ever measure up.
The problem? Hayden writes back.
What follows is the most unhinged rivalry in hockey history: a battle fought not with fists or slapshots, but with comment sections, kudos, and increasingly creative ways to humiliate each other in front of thousands of readers. Featuring: footnoted statistics, educational sex advice, one very concerned wife, and Shane Hollander wondering what the hell he did to deserve this.
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- AO3:
- #77167196
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wear me like a secret by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-05
Ilya walked into the bedroom, stuttering to a stop in the doorway as he saw the rucked up bedding. He forced himself to move again, intent on making a beeline to the shower. Instead his eyes snagged on the neatly folded pile of clothes on the leather chair in the corner of the room. A brown jacket, a white tee-shirt, a pair of black jeans, even a pair of crew socks, stacked neatly, waiting.
As if he were being reeled in, Ilya approached the chair and watched from outside his own mind as he ran a finger over the clothes, as if testing their reality. He pulled the jacket from the bottom of the pile, lifting it to his nose and inhaling slowly as he crouched low. He squeezed his eyes shut again, swallowed past the lump in his throat, and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand.
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The Haze of Post Game Celebrations by strawhat_star
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-04
Shane Hollander goes out for drinks with Montreal after winning a game. He gets a little drunk, he calls Ilya, and he knocks out a Vancouver player who tried to start a fight. Just a regular post-game celebration, honestly.
- Part 3 of Nature Offers a Violence
- Part 5 of Heated Rivalry - Collection
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GRWM: Ilya’s Version (ft. The Most Exhausted Man in Canada) by slec
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-04
The one where Ilya becomes a beauty influencer using Shane’s $300 moisturizer, and Shane tries (and fails) to remain invisible. Inspired by Hudson's GRWM
- Part 1 of GRWM (Hollanovs)
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- #77035801
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Priorities Straight by EvilCoffee
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-04
Lily: Describe my dick to him. Jane: Excuse you?
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Ilya kisses him, soft, chaste. He pulls back just a little, his smile all teeth. “I was thinking about how much I want to knock you out.” Shane leans back, eyebrows pulling together as he laughs, a soft breath. “What?” “Knock you out,” Ilya repeats, bumping their noses together while he grinds down, filthy. “Put a baby in you.”
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[Set after the events of TLG] On the first match back facing his old team, Shane’s new teammates find a way to show love to him (and their anger towards the montreal team)
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S. and Ivan are matched on Tinder, while they both use fake names for obvious reasons. At the same time Shane Hollander, Montreal Voyageurs captain has to work with an insufferable hockey player Ilya Rozanov, who becomes a nuisance from the first meeting. OR: Enemies in live, lovers at Tinder. But they don't know it, yet.
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"Ilya!" Rose smiled when she found him stirring a pot on the stove. "Rose," Ilya was smiling himself and was ready to tell her about his newest Idiot Classmate story. The words died on his tongue when he saw Rose was with someone. This was an unusual development for many reasons, but Ilya couldn't focus on any of them when all he could see was the most beautiful man he'd ever seen in his life. "Ah.... hello," he said instead, and shot Rose a confused looked before turning to the man again. "Hi," he said. or: Ilya, Rose, and Svetlana are roommates and Rose brings Shane home one day. Ilya yearns.
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how many hockey players does it take to make a meal? by forever_er
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-04
Hayden kisses Jackie on the cheek, then peers over Shane’s shoulder at the batter. “Is it supposed to be that lumpy, man?” He asks it so innocently, like maybe it is supposed to be lumpy. Like maybe he just doesn’t know what batter is supposed to look like. Shane supposes he probably doesn’t. He’s never seen Hayden make anything more complicated than a protein shake. Shane hangs his head. “No.” Hayden laughs, Jackie laughs, and the kids clamber all over him to get a peek at the lumpy mixture. “That looks yucky,” Ruby observes with an air of wisdom from where she has managed to climb onto Shane’s back. “I don’t want to eat that,” her twin agrees from her mirrored position on Hayden. Jackie looks at Shane pityingly. “Shane, sweetie, I’m sure Ilya will be happy with anything you plan for him. Does it have to be a meal?” Shane glowers. “Yes.” --- Or, the one where Shane Hollander gets it in his head that he has to make a traditional Russian dish for Ilya as a grand romantic gesture
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Rachel! @redordead went to try and live my wag dreams at my boyfriends hockey games and it ended up with his coaches in a punch up??? is this normal??? Replying to @redordead @redordead the other teams coach insulted one of my boyfriends coaches and the blonde one tried to hit him i am so confused Replying to @redordead @redordead ok ive done some googling apparently the blonde one is some russian guy and the other is a cutie patootie named shane or Shane and Ilya coach the McGill Men's Hockey Team and everyone online is totally normal about it.
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The Devil Wears Rozanov by noedovenest
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-04
"On the ice, he acted quick. Found the puck fast, moved to the net faster. Years of experience had honed his reflexes into second nature. But here, off the ice, wearing ROZANOV on his back like some doe-eyed puck bunny in the stands, his brain short-circuited completely." Or: Shane accidentally wears Ilya’s shirt into the locker room. “Oh.” Ilya rested his head back on the pillow, looking over at Shane. “So you are the asshole.” A wide smile stayed frozen on Shane’s face. He couldn’t help it. “No, it’s still you.” “No, it’s not me.” Ilya feigned offense, thumb stabbing toward Shane. “You’re the asshole.” He sat up an inch and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Everyone! Shane Hollander is an asshole!” Shane’s grin was starting to hurt his cheeks, his laughter coming easier than it had in months. He gave Ilya a playful shove, sending him tumbling back into the pillows. In an accent that had begun to fade, Ilya added, “I am feeling too good to lose tonight, anyway.” “Oh yeah?” Shane turned onto his side, propped on an elbow. “’Cause I’m feeling pretty good too.” “No shit,” Ilya murmured, sliding a hand beneath the sheets to squeeze Shane’s thigh, spurring an echo of pleasure that still clung to the edges of his mind. Sunlight soaked their bare chests, a rarity when their time together was usually isolated to late nights and unfamiliar hotel rooms. It felt better than Shane was willing to admit. Almost normal. The thought sobered him. In reality, they were both supposed to be on the ice in a few short hours. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, eyes widening. “Shit, Ilya. We’re late.” Ilya’s eyelids had gone heavy, an arm flung over his face. “Hm?” “I need to get back to my hotel for pickup,” Shane hissed, kicking the sheets aside. Behind him, Ilya groaned, long and dramatic. How he’d earned the captaincy with his complete indifference to punctuality baffled Shane. Then again, no one seemed to mind when he kept dragging Boston to victory night after night. It took effort not to marvel at him in those brief moments from the bench, the way he made it all look effortless. Their clothes lay in a heap by the bedroom door. He hadn’t even folded them. Shane scooped up half the pile and tossed it across the room, a pant leg smacking Ilya in the cheek. “Sorry.” “Liar,” Ilya groaned, expression pinched as he slipped free of the sheets and stretched, arms reaching overhead. Shane was already tugging on his sweats, shirt slung over his arm, when he caught sight of Ilya dangling off the edge of the mattress. Light brown curls stood in every direction, a faint sheen still clung to the dip of his spine, a wrinkle pressed into his skin. For a moment, panic gave way to something softer. There were few things he allowed to disrupt his routine, and Ilya had held the top spot since they were eighteen. Shane crossed the room in a few long strides, leaning in to press a firm kiss to his lips. “See you soon, Rozanov.” Ilya’s hand came up, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him closer, deepening it. "Stop trying to distract me,” he murmured against Ilya’s mouth. “Stop trying to leave,” Ilya countered, fingers twisting into Shane’s hair, tugging lightly. It was almost enough to convince Shane to crawl onto his lap and see how quickly they could fit in round two. Or was it three? Shane bit back a sigh. “Tonight?” Ilya’s jaw ticked. “Tonight.” The distance Shane was forced to put between them had grown harder to bear lately, recent confessions weaving new threads into place. He’d ask him soon, about the cottage. Two uninterrupted weeks, no deadlines, no schedules breathing down their necks. Ilya would probably say no. But what if he didn’t? “Go,” Ilya said at last, breaking the kiss. Part of Shane was grateful, because he wasn’t sure he had the willpower to do it himself. The absence of Ilya’s touch settled in immediately, a dull ache that followed him as he turned for the door. There was a mindset Shane liked to settle into before a game, and he was struggling to reach it. It was clouded, inevitably, by the memory of Ilya’s hands roaming over bare skin, teeth at his neck, the way he’d murmured filthy encouragement as they found their rhythm and slipped into Russian when they lost it. Maybe it was for the best that they didn’t make a habit of afternoon meetings. This was torture. Traffic was thick, and Shane tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, eyes flicking to the clock again and again. Was time moving faster today? By the time he’d parked and sprinted up to his hotel room, there was barely enough time to pull on dress pants and shrug into a high-end suit jacket over a wrinkled shirt. It didn’t quite meet dress code, but he’d rather take the hit for that than further fuel Hayden’s theory that he’d been late because he was with a woman named Lily. A woman Shane had vehemently denied existed. His protests had sounded less convincing lately, and maybe he’d stopped caring if they did. Theriault waited outside the bus, and Shane was already apologizing before the coach could get a word in. “My bad, Coach.” “First for everything I suppose,” Theriault grunted, giving him a look that lingered somewhere between concern and curiosity. Shane was the captain. He was supposed to set
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Shane has been feeling lonely lately, and this ad from a nearby humane society just breaks his heart, this cat looks so lonely and sad. He can't help it! Or, Shane is lonely, adopts a cat to make himself feel better after he realized that calling his folks wasn't helping the feeling of loneliness enough. The Pikes come over for dinner, Shane confesses how he's been feeling, gets comforted. Ilya and Shane talk on the phone, and they love each other. They live happily ever after, because fluff is amazing, THE END
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“Is he a good hockey player?” His question was met with silence for a few moments. When he couldn't take it anymore, he glanced at the other and found that Ilya was still looking back, his face now serious and calculating. “Miller is OK. You are better.” Or, Ilya has a new teammate and Shane gets a little jealous.
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Five Times Shane's Oral Fixation Got Him in Trouble (And One Time It Didn't) by mikkijam
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-04
Shane Hollander has a problem. He can't keep his mouth off Ilya Rozanov, and it's going to get them both in trouble. Five times Shane's oral fixation nearly exposed their secret, and one time it was exactly what he needed.
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Shane sighed. “I usually don’t do that type of thing. I was just listening to music and, I don’t know, felt like it.” “I’m glad you did,” Ilya purred, running with fingers through Shane’s hair. “Mm?” “It is the most sexy you have ever looked.” “Shut the fuck up.” “I do not lie! You are a good dancer, great even. For a Canadian, at least.” Shane dances in his kitchen exactly one (1) time and it gets leaked to the media. Expected chaos ensues. Ilya intervenes in a very Ilya way.
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- AO3:
- #77049876
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Vanilla Sweetness Like I'm Sixteen by sunsetmagnolia
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-04
Shane must have a weird look on his face when he turns around, because Maeve is watching him like something hilarious just happened. “What?” he asks. “Thank you Shane,” she repeats in a bad imitation of Rozanov’s accent. “He doesn’t say thank you to Hayden?” “What do you think?” In which Ilya is a menace at his local coffee shop, but only to Hayden.
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #76874831