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Ilya is hurt- and stubborn- refusing medication even though he's clearly miserable. Shane is trying to be a good husband. Then he learns about the woman who would've been his mother- in-law, and things fall into place.
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Once More to See You by fuckboy_genius
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Ilya has a nightmare.
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Mother Dearest, Is Your Heart Still Beating? by ItsMayBiTheWay
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-29
“We had a visitor waiting when we got back to the house tonight.” Yuna finally spoke. “It was, of course, alarming to find a stranger in our driveway, a car we didn’t recognize, a person we didn’t recognize.” “Okay.” Ilya intently listened, nodding at everything. “She explained that she had found me through the foundation, and wanted to reach out to me before she did anything else.” Her hands reassuringly squeezed around Ilya’s ones, eyes never leaving his even for a second. With a deep breath in, she closed her eyes. “She told us her name is Irina. Irina Sergeevna Rozanova.” OR Irina Rozanova survives her suicide attempt but goes into hiding. Only after Grigori dies, she feels safe enough to find her son. OR Irina lives
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Unanswered, Unaware by allaboutfictioncoffeeandplants
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-29
The plane crash aftermath, if Shane and Ilya had broken up 3 months earlier
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what you want, what you need (has been killing me) by blongblong
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-29
Ilya’s soulmate seems to care a lot, about some very, very, specific things. Ilya tries to imagine what it’d be like to be on the receiving end of that kind of focus, that intensity. He thinks of Hollander staring him down during their last face-off. Hollander had looked like he wanted to rip Ilya’s stick from his hands and beat him with it. It was kind of hot, if Ilya’s being honest. It was even hotter when Hollander won the face-off. Christ. Ilya really needs to stop fucking thinking about Shane Hollander. or: ilya rozanov has been ready to meet his soulmate since he was ten. he thinks it'd be great if they also got the memo, because he’s running out of space to keep all their ginger ale.
- Part 2 of you and i might just be the best thing
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My Little Loon by arenasoundsystem (cutflowersounds)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-28
“Mama,” he says, bringing the cigarette to his lips. “You have been worried about me. I know.” The smoke in his throat is so familiar. When he breathes out, it's already jagged. "I wanted to tell you that you don't have to be. Not anymore." (Or: after waking early one morning at the cottage, Ilya goes down to the water to talk to his mother.)
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Never Forgotten (except the sound of her voice) by TheQueenoftheAbyss
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
'I have seen your charity in her name, Mama should not be forgotten.' The note was short and to the point, no love for Ilya from his brother was scrawled into the familiar letters. But there was love for their mother there, and there was the fact that Andrei had sent it at all. - Ilya's brother sends a parcel containing home video from Ilya's childhood to Canada. Ilya never expected to receive a parcel from his brother after five years of no contact, and He never expected to hear his mother's voice again.
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What do you say to someone who you spent the last decade believing was dead? That’s what his father told him anyway. His mother was dead. She couldn’t handle it anymore, she couldn’t handle him anymore so she ended it. Took her own life while he was at school. It was for the best his father told him. They were better off without her. or ilya finds out his mother is alive and tries to make up for lost time.
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Twitter Reacts: GQ's Ten Things by happinessofthepursuit
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-25
cami @hollaatme shane hollander ten essentials gather around girls we are about to EAT shipping (hollanov) up to boston @thebostonsportsgirl omg y’all ilya’s ten essentials just dropped!!!! we are so up!!!!
- Part 3 of Heated Rivalry YouTube Interviews
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10 Things NHL Star Ilya Rozanov Can't Live Without by happinessofthepursuit
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-24
TITLE: 10 Things NHL Star Ilya Rozanov Can’t Live Without LENGTH: 10m 15s (ten minutes and fifteen seconds) STATUS: Final Draft, Ready for Publication PROJECTED PUB DATE: June 26, 2017 CAMERA A, a center shot. ILYA Rozanov is sitting behind the table, wearing a silk burgundy dress shirt that’s loosely buttoned at the top, revealing his chest. A gold chain is visible around his neck. Ilya is smiling at the camera mischievously. ILYA Is hard to remember first big purchase with NHL paycheck. Back then, most of it went to family in Russia. English lessons, maybe?
- Part 2 of Heated Rivalry YouTube Interviews
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Boston lost. The Raiders are pissed. Ilya keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop.
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THIS CONTIANS MILD SPOILERS FOR THE LONG GAME HOWEVER NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PLOT Waking up alone in the cottage is rare for Shane. Waking up to a cold bed is a warning sign. A year after their first real off-season together, Shane finds Ilya down by the water, haunted by a dream that felt a little too real. What starts as quiet comfort turns into a desperate need to prove they are both still here, still real, and not going anywhere. Or What if Ilya told Shane about the dreams he was having in long game
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He was used to being without her. The pain never went away but the sting became manageable; something he could tuck away and avoid ever thinking about. Except when he couldn’t. Like during Hockey Moms Weekend. Ilya’s mother had died when he was twelve. By the time he was truly an orphan, Ilya had spent most of his life without her than he had with her in it. He was used to being without her. The pain never went away but the sting became manageable; something he could tuck away and avoid ever thinking about. Except when he couldn’t. Like during Hockey Moms Weekend. It was a tradition across the league where the players’ mothers came for the weekend, spending time with the team for a brunch, a skate and some fun activites, and then traveling with the team to cheer them on at a game. It was fun! Everyone loved it! It was a way to appreciate the women in their lives who sat in the cold to watch them play and drove them to practice early in the morning and nursed their many bumps and bruises along the way. Not that Ilya would know. It wasn’t his first time, of course. His whole childhood he had gotten used to not looking up. Not as his classmates cheered at the sight of their mothers picking them up from school. Not as a child when he had gotten hurt and wanted someone to comfort him like other children got when they skinned their knees. Not as his teammates turned into babies the moment they scored their first professional goals and saw their mothers in the crowds or heard their proud voices over the phones. No. Ilya had trained himself. He had gotten used to keeping his eyes fixed on what was in his hands and Ilya had always made sure there was something in his hands. A phone, a puck, tape. Something in his hands to keep him occupied so he didn’t have to listen to what he never had. In Boston it had been his gear and then his phone, texting Jane and wondering if Shane turned into the same gushy child the rest of the players in the league got the moment their mothers stepped into the locker room with skates in their hands. His rookie year, the social media girl had admitted that she had made sure her team of interns knew not to pester Ilya that weekend for content. Her name had been Eliza and she had been kind. She hadn’t made a big thing of it. Just quiet gave Ilya some peace when he’d been dreading it for weeks. Ilya had made a fool of himself eating disgusting American snacks for a video for her to make up for the thoughtful gesture. But Ilya couldn’t hide away anymore. Not now that he was in Ottawa. For one, he was the captain and that came with a certain level of expectations. He was meant to set an example. Some people didn’t know how lucky they were to have mothers who embarrassed them. For another, his new team was annoyingly perceptive of his mood. In Boston, his teammates knew when to avoid him and not push for more. Ilya never told them and no one ever asked and he’d liked it this way. But the Centaurs were a different team. They cared about him and he loved them more than he thought himself capable of loving a group of people. The Centaurs were practically vibrating with excitement as the weekend steadily approached and Ilya didn’t want to ruin it. So, he put on a smile and tried not to wince at the sharp pain bursting behind his ribs as he forced himself to watch the first wave of mothers that came through the door for the team brunch. Wyatt and Evan waved down their mothers as if they couldn’t see them from ten feet away. Nick Chouinard took his mother’s luggage while playfully teasing her about over packing. Bood picked his mother off her feet in a hug that made even Ilya’s bones ache just watching. Each of them, elite athletes in their primes who had knocked out a few teeth and had mouths that could make even him blush sometimes. But they were all just big softies at heart. Ilya tried to stay out of his own head. He played his part. He stood up and greeted every one of their guests, charming and assuring them that yes, their darling boys absolutely did not get up into any trouble at all in the hotel rooms. They were perfectly good, well behaved angels who were always in bed on time and never in threat of being arrested ever. Each and every one of them cooed and awed over him until their sons got jealous and then Ilya made his excuses to find a quiet corner to nurse his headache and the ache he couldn’t shake from his lungs that made it hard to breathe. The room was a labor of love. The conference room had a wall of windows that looked out over the skyline of Ottawa where snow was trickling from some soft grey clouds in the sky. Several round tables were draped in table clothes with the team colors. Strings of fairy lights had been wrapped around center pieces of beautiful flower arrangements of white roses and sprigs of lavender. Several of the mothers had made a stop at the mimosa bar where freshly squeezed orange juice was waiting next to bottles of champagne and garnishes of raspberries and cranberries and strawberries and pretty much any berry catering could get their hands on. Brunch was a relaxed affair with a buffet of eggs, waffles, bacon, sausage, steamed asparagus with hollandaise sauce, and more fruit arranged in the shape of a peacock. There was an entire table dedicated to chocolate sweets and cheese. Music was playing softly in the background and Harris had set up a photo booth where Ilya was sure many of the mothers would be dragging their sons after a few more mimosas.
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too foreign for home (too foreign for here) by TessaTheDreamer
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
"Shane Hollander was learning Russian at an infuriatingly fast pace. Ilya predicted that the already bilingual man, who had no accent in either English or French, would exceed Ilya's own Russian skills in no time and rocket to intimate familiarity with the musical vowels and soft lilts of his native language. Which would be made even easier for Shane by the fact that Ilya hadn't spoken a full sentence of Russian in over two years" Ilya freaks out about forgetting Russian. He finds comfort in Shane.
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we haven't spoke (since you went away) by beyondinfinity
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
Ilya was down again. This happened every year, every month even - Shane knew this. He expected it. Sometimes, he saw it coming beforehand. He’d notice a vacant look in Ilya’s eyes, dishes left unwashed, little lapses in Ilya’s daily routine that most people would brush aside but that Shane knew meant he’d need to be a little more “on” than he normally was. Sometimes, though, Shane didn’t see it coming. Sometimes, out of nowhere, he’d interact with Ilya and Ilya would just be - well, he’d be there, but he’d be gone. Yuna and David are in Moscow when they stumble upon Ilya's mother's grave.
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A lot to live without by orphan_account
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-14
After pressing a kiss on Ilya’s lips, Shane tucks himself against his side and meets his eyes. “Feeling okay?” The question presses onto Ilya’s heart. It has the same reasoning behind it as to why Anya is allowed on their bed just this once. It is also why he’d rather sleep through the entire day. Eyes closed again, Ilya nods. He gives himself a few seconds before opening them again. “Is not as bad as long time ago. Feels like I am allowed to miss her now and be happy at same time.” Stern whispers coming from the other side of the door wake Ilya up. The fog of sleep drifts away slowly, yet he refuses to open his eyes. In the back of his head he knows his body won’t allow him to doze off again. That doesn’t stop him from still trying, though. A frustrated groan escapes his mouth as he rolls over and pushes his face into the pillow. The thought of smothering himself with it so he can pass out and sleep some more flickers through his mind. “Anya- no, come here!” Before he can even lift his head, a heavy weight lands on Ilya’s back and pushes an ‘oof ’ out of him. A wet nose is pressed to his cheek, the sound of panting getting closer to his ear. His protest against waking up crumbles immediately. Whilst squinting his eyes open to get used to the light, he carefully rolls onto his back. Anya then once again jumps on top of him. “Pretty girl,” Ilya mumbles as he wraps his arms around her. She excitedly wags her body along with her tail and pushes her nose back to his cheek. He can’t help but fall into laughter, trying to avoid her attempts at kisses. In the corner of his eye Ilya notices Shane watching them. His smile grows even bigger. “Pretty boy.” Shane snorts at that. “She’s been trying to get in for hours,” he says as he walks over and climbs into the bed. After pressing a kiss on Ilya’s lips, Shane tucks himself against his side and meets his eyes. “Feeling okay?” The question presses onto Ilya’s heart. It has the same reasoning behind it as to why Anya is allowed on their bed just this once. It is also why he’d rather sleep through the entire day. Eyes closed again, Ilya nods. He gives himself a few seconds before opening them again. “Is not as bad as long time ago. Feels like I am allowed to miss her now and be happy at same time.” Today marks another anniversary of Irina Rozanova’s death. Throughout the years Ilya’s coping mechanisms have changed drastically. Most of them involving alcohol, fighting or working out until he couldn’t breathe. Afterwards he’d always find his mother’s grave and lie down next to her, falling asleep for a few hours. That isn’t a possibility anymore. Marrying his husband had also meant that he would never be able to go back to Russia. And even though Ilya would make that choice a thousand times over, he feels a bit lost every time this day arrives. Shane presses a kiss to Ilya’s hand, which is closed around the pendant of his necklace. “Go take a shower whenever you’re ready, okay? Then I’ll make you some breakfast.” He brushes a curl out of Ilya’s face and looks at him. The soft smile turns a bit sheepish, a tinge of red creeping onto his cheeks. “I uh-, I also brought a bottle of vodka. And your secret pack of cigarettes - which is far too easy to find, by the way.” For a few seconds Ilya just stares at him. Then he starts laughing, pulling Shane even closer. A wave of serenity washes over him as he breathes out the last giggles. “Hollander, you are terrible therapist. Terrible, awful.” His grin seeps into his voice. He presses a longer kiss onto Shane’s lips and grabs his hand to intertwine their fingers. “But you are the most amazing husband. Thank you.” They stay like that for a while. When the silence in his head starts to turn into a building pressure, Ilya decides to finally get out of bed. “I am going to shower. No healthy breakfast, yes? Is sad day for me, you have to be nice. Yogurt with granola is not nice.” “I would never,” Shane laughs, not even trying to sound believable. They have an unspoken agreement that Ilya tries his breakfast first before making something else. It’s not a huge success. So far, only two or three times he has gotten a positive reaction. Shane is pretty sure all of those had been lies to make him happy, but he’ll gladly play along if that means Ilya eats a healthy breakfast once in a while. After a last kiss, Ilya walks to the bathroom and turns on the shower. The pressure in his head is still growing - breaking down the walls he built for it. By the time his skin finally meets the scorching hot water, he has to put his hand against the wall to prevent himself from falling over. His mind races with thoughts he wouldn’t even dare to speak out loud. Not to Galina, especially not to Shane. The pendant hanging from his necklace finds itself in his other hand as he slowly drops down against the wall. When he is seated, one arm around his knees, he lets his head hang. Ilya Rozanov does not believe a god exists. Just like the fairytales his father had spoiled for him at a young age, Ilya has left that part of his culture and childhood behind. However, he will always revisit the faith he once desperately clung onto just in case. He doesn’t believe it works, he refuses to even acknowledge a god that has taken so much from him. But his mother did and that is all he has left from her. So Ilya prays. He speaks to his mother, apologises to her for everything she had to endure - despite none of it being his fault. He begs her to visit him in his dreams, even if it is in another nightmare. His arms are shaking and his tears blend in with the steaming water as he pleads for her to come back to him. It takes some time for him to calm down again. Whilst he gets his breathing back under control, he washes his hair and scrubs his body with shaky breaths. The fingers that had been clamped around the pendant now carry angry red indents with a pain he ignores. Ilya turns the shower off after what could have been either five or fifty minutes, quickly dries off and puts on black joggers. Back in the bedroom he takes off the bedding and replaces it with clean sheets. Shane had been very persistent in not wanting Anya on the bed, yet still let her go this morning. Changing the sheets so Shane won’t have to worry about them is the least Ilya can do. He throws the old bedding into the laundry basket, slides into his slippers and then makes his way to the kitchen. The gnawing feeling around his heart lessens upon hearing music and soft singing. “I am still dreaming. My husband is almost too perfect.” With a grin he wraps his arms around Shane, who transfers the fried eggs to the avocado toast and then turns around. Ilya holds his face as if it’s made out of porcelain to study the freckles he knows by heart. His own grin softens to a genuine smile after they share a kiss. “What do you mean ‘almost’?” The playful tone in Shane’s voice feeds his expression. He raises an eyebrow at Ilya, gesturing to the plate full of food and the bowl of fruit next to it. “I’d say I’m pretty much nailing this marriage thing.”
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The resemblance hit Yuna like a punch to the gut. The same honey-colored curls, though hers were styled in a gorgeous twist at the back of her head. If Yuna could see past all of the times Ilya’s nose had been broken and re-healed, she imagined it would look something like the woman’s in front of her. And those eyes - a mix of hazel and gold with tiny flecks of green if you looked close enough. Ilya must have gotten his strong jaw from his father, because this woman’s features were narrow and sharp. Stunning.
When she smiled, it looked so like Ilya’s that Yuna could have cried.
“Irina,” she said.
“Yuna,” Irina said, bowing her head politely.
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Ilya wishes on a star. The universe helps it come true.
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Soulmates (or Shane and Ilya winning the Love Game) by Justaromanticfool
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-10-05
He knew it stung Ilya, people not understanding. It stung him too. Because to Shane, loving Ilya was like breathing and also like standing on solid ground after years of drifting. It flooded him and steadied him at the same time. It hurt, knowing the world reduced them to a rivalry, a strange story, a piece of scandalous gossip when what they had was so much more. He wanted to be by Ilya’s side for everything, the mundane, the bright and the hard. And maybe not everyone who was in love felt like this, so overwhelmed and so steadied all at once. But Shane did. And if love was a contest, well… he is the winner. Best couple. Number one. Most epic love story ever. Or 4 times Shane told people him and Ilya were practically soulmates and the 1 time the universe told him.
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