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Shane Hollander loses a game. He can’t lose a game. He can’t speak. He can’t think. Ilya takes care of him.
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What was that thing the nice nurse lady said when she came in? About Ilya smothering him with a pillow? Oh. That's right. Everyone thinks they hate each other. That they're rivals. People don't know they actually like each other. It's a secret. Except he just told this nice nurse lady that he's in love with Ilya Rozanov. Uh-oh. or; Shane is a little high on pain meds and says some things he shouldn't.
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“Mexico top. Hollywood blow job guy. And me.” - Headed Rivalry, Chapter 20
“I couldn’t even get you off my mind when I was with those guys, I was so obsessed with you, even then,” Shane admitted.
“Really?” Ilya craned his neck up to make eye contact with Shane.
Fill for the Fulfill A Crave-ing prompt: Shane accidentally moans Ilya's name while hooking up with another man.
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“Game is over,” he says. “You won. I lost. I was annoying. Normal.” “That’s not—” Shane starts, then stops, because he actually doesn't know how to finish that thought without sounding like an idiot. His jaw works, teeth grinding together. That's not what I meant. That's not the point. You said I was boring and you were right and I need you to say it again so I know where I stand, so I know what you think of me, so I can stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. He settles for: “You were kind of an asshole.”
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After Russia crashes and burns at the Olympics, six months pass where Ilya cuts Shane out completely, refusing to answer his texts. So when they both get booked for yet another ad campaign, Shane arrives on set with a strict plan to ignore Ilya entirely. But then he learns the premise of the entire campaign: making fun of Ilya’s English. It will take a lot for Shane to forgive him, sure. It won’t take nearly as much for Shane to stand up for him.
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“I cannot believe that you invited him” He can believe it, actually. His mother invites him every year, this is just the first year he’s actually showed up. A fact which was news to Shane until he’d walked into the cottage, weekend bag slung over his shoulder, to the sight of Ilya Rozanov reaching up on his tippy toes, t-shirt riding up to expose the small of his back, helping his mom hang garland over a doorway Shane had, literally, nearly turned around and walked right back out Its Christmas and its snowing and Shane's mom's annoying (ly hot) best friend is stuck at the cottage
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“The fuck are you wearing, Roz?” Ilya jerked his head up and turned around. Cliff Marleau was staring at him with a puzzled expression. “A t-shirt, Marly,” Ilya said. “You’ve heard of them?” “Why the fuck are you wearing a Metros shirt though?” Marleau crossed his arms across his chest. What? Ilya was about to retort, something about Marleau taking too many hits to the head, but when he glanced down, he was surprised, then horrified to see the red and blue Montreal Metros logo in the dead centre of his white shirt. Shane’s white shirt. Fuck.
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pushing it down & praying by lavender (punchinginadream)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
“I get kind of–” Shane makes a little whining noise in the back of his throat, tips his head toward the ceiling for a moment before looking back at Ilya. “I hate those fucking press conferences. I hate them, Roz, and sometimes it just feels like too much and I can’t–” One hand goes up to run through his hair, already a little mussed, and Shane gives it a slight tug, making a frustrated noise that Ilya hasn’t heard before. And Ilya decides that’s enough. - or, a post-game press conference makes shane hit his breaking point. ilya goes after him.
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One-shot where Ilya comes to visit Shane at his family's cottage, where he finds Shane baking his Grandmother's cookie recipe and rails him.
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Poulet Frit Kentucky by Nothing68
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
Ilya comes over to Shane's cottage and domestic fluff and smut ensues. Or Ilya really hates French, Shane loves that he hates it
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When a devastating call from Moscow interrupts a routine practice, Ilya Rozanov’s world tilts on its axis. His brother is dead, and his ten-year-old niece, Sofia, is left alone with nobody by her side Ilya knows he is the only one who can save her from the state system, but the Russian Federation doesn't recognize his marriage—in fact, it disqualifies him. -Compleated- Please note I didn't have a beta reader and my English is not the best I PROMISE THEY DONT BREAK UP THEY JUST GET DIVORCED BC FUCK RUSSIA
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“It was a bad hit, Shane,” Hayden says, worriedly. He looks up to where Ilya is quietly observing them, leaning against the lockers with his eyes fixed intently on Shane. “Ilya, doesn’t it look bad?” “Is not bullet wound,” Ilya says flatly, “he will be back on ice within week.” or, Shane and Ilya play on the same team and hate each other in every way but one…or so Shane thinks until he gets hurt on the ice and Ilya is a little too nice about it all.
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After a panicked call to Ilya about a sick delirious Shane, Ilya drops everything to head home to reach him.
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possessive love disorder by Literal_Multifandom_Trashcan
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
Ilya’s jaw was hanging open as he stared at Shane, vaguely processing the whoops, catcalls, and cheers surrounding him at what Shane was wearing. His eyes roamed up and down Shane’s body, greedily drinking in every detail of what his husband was wearing. Him and Rose had just gotten to the club, but Ilya might have to turn his husband around and leave with him immediately. Because wow…wow. or shane decides to get an outfit with rose and wear it to the club. ilya goes insane or or shane hollanders waist appreciation fic
- Part 1 of fashion icon
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“I love you, Shane Hollander. You know that, right?” “Of course. And I love you, Ilya Rozanov.” “Good. Now shut up and come for me like the good little boy you are, yes?” Or, it's their last night at the cottage and Shane comes apart.
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you fall asleep to her name (why do you feel shame?) by red (rubinaah)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-20
Rose almost couldn’t believe her eyes. She’d never heard Shane mention someone named Lily before. This was so unexpected, she’d honestly just been waiting for their first time together to judge if he was actually into women or not, she’d even prepared her whole ‘I don’t mind my boyfriend being gay’ speech but she’d never had a partner cheat on her before. Well she wasn’t sure if he was actually cheating yet. It took her everything to wait until morning. But when Shane finally awoke she asked that damn question. "Who is Lily?" (OR: Rose finds an asleep Shane looking at a text thread with Lily. Only she'd never heard of a Lily before and feared the worst. Luckily for her, Shane explained everything. Or well, almost everything.)
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“I need to sleep,” Ilya murmurs next to him on the bed, his voice distant. “Yeah, me too,” Shane rushes to agree. His fingers drum against his glass of vodka and he chugs the rest in one go. “I should, uh…” He moves to stand up off the bed, the soiled towel dropping from his stomach, and his knees buckle. Shane stumbles but remains upright, his vision blurry. But the glass in his hands slips from his trembling fingers, and, to his absolute horror, shatters all across the floor of Ilya’s penthouse suite. ---- After the hookup where Shane and Ilya didn’t kiss, Shane nearly passes out in his rival’s hotel room.
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"No," Shane said again, a minute or so later. "No?" Ilya mumbled against Shane's skin. "Not good," Shane said petulantly. Ilya pulled his face away from Shane's shoulders and opened his eyes, though he couldn't make out much. Some horrible realization was building in his chest, and he wasn't sure he wanted to see it clearly. Still, he asked, "You're not good?" Shane sighed like he was in pain. "Not good enough." Or Ilya reminds Shane how good he is. Playing with Shane was electric. Ilya had gotten a taste for it during their All-Stars game in Florida, when they'd finally been put on the same team for the first time in their competitive careers, but that was nothing compared to playing for the Ottawa Centaurs together. Ilya was the captain, but sometimes it felt like they shared the position. Their other teammates certainly treated Shane with enough reverence that he may as well have been their co-captain. "Assistant captain at best," said Ilya when he and Shane talked about it. Shane threw his head back in laughter in that way that showed off the long expanse of his neck. Ilya wanted to bite him. "Fuck you," said Shane through another laugh. Ilya grinned, all teeth like a shark, and gave into his base desires to sing his teeth into Shane's skin, just hard enough to make him yelp. "I don't really think of myself like that, you know that, right?" Shane asked him sometime later, when they were naked and sweaty, and Ilya was already thinking about how much they needed to change their sheets. "Like what?" Ilya asked distantly, his thoughts were still sluggish from sex. "Like a co-captain or an assistant captain or whatever. We all think of you as the captain." Shane pulled him close. "Me included." Ilya's thoughts cleared just enough for him to tease. "Is lie. Otherwise, you would call me captain in bed." Shane's cheeks turned red, his whole face turned red, all the way down his neck. He scrunched up his face like a kitten. "Gross," laughed Shane. "I don't want to think about you like that when I'm on the ice." "Gross?" gasped Ilya, offended. Shane laughed again, this time louder than before. See? Electric. Ilya had never felt anything like it. They played together and practiced together—except when Coach Wiebe separated them because they were being annoying—and went home together every night. They didn't win all their games, which Shane said he expected, but Ilya found annoying, but they won most of them, and every time Ilya was off the ice, he would have to fight the urge to pin Shane down in the showers and fuck him. For the first time, Ilya's life was full. He played for Ottawa with his husband and went home to his husband's family. He spent time with Yuna and David and let himself pretend that they were his parents too. They certainly liked to refer to themselves as such, which Ilya loved and also found unnerving. He'd never realized how scary it was to have something to lose. Things went from the empty to the grey of winter to the bright, stinging heat of summer after Shane joined his team, after they got married, after they moved in together and didn't have to sleep in separate beds. Every day, even in the frigid Canadian cold that came late in the year, felt like that first summer at the cottage to Ilya. But it wasn't all sunshine, as much as Ilya had hoped it would be. It was pretty close, almost perfect, but there was something that Ilya couldn't ignore. "Fuck Montreal," Tanner said, a sneer in his words. They trashed Montreal more than they did any other team, which was to be expected from Ottawa, but had only gotten worse following Shane's leaving the team. "They're not all bad," Shane said with a sigh, needlessly diplomatic. "Oh?" Tanner asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "Should we let them win then?" Shane shook his head. He looked like he was smiling indulgently, but Ilya didn't miss the way the muscles in his neck strained slightly. He hadn't slept much leading up to this game, and Ilya could see the dark circles under Shane's dark freckles. He didn't like them. "Fuck no," Shane said with a soft laugh. They won their game against Montreal, unsurprisingly. They were a better team. Shane had carried Montreal for years, and they were finally learning what it meant to be without their star player. Especially considering that Hayden was across the ice looking at Shane like a kicked puppy. Ilya left the rink with vindication clinging to his teeth like blood. He slapped Bood on the back roughly, and the two of them grinned at each other. The other players were congratulating Shane, who was smiling politely at each of them. Not one of the smiles touched his eyes, and something unnerved grew in Ilya's stomach. “Going out tonight?" Luca asked with that chipper grin that made every like him. "Sure," Shane agreed first, which was more worrying than the lack of sleep. Ilya's eyebrows furrowed, but when Luca turned to look at him, he nodded enthusiastically. "You heard him," Ilya said with the brightest grin he could manage. The bar they went to felt more like a club for how packed it was, and despite Ilya's latent desires to be out among people, loud music blasting in his ears as he swallowed down a few shots of Vodka, he'd never wanted to head home more. He nearly told Shane as much, nearly pulled him aside, and pressed his lips to Shane's collarbone to get what he wanted.
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A fix-it fic for the Tuna Melt scene, except Shane has an anxiety attack about everything before Ilya can make it better.
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The trouble with leaving voicemails by Moonrose8
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-20
“Hi, this is Ilya. I’ll never listen to your voicemail.” Hayden dropped his phone out of shock. ******** Or, what if Hayden was just trying to be a supportive friend and stumbled onto a major secret.
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