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As they design the summer camp Ilya needs Shane to understand how important Open Windows, transparency, everything being visible is to him. If it could be designed like the Cottage that would be ideal. Miscommunication and fustration leads to a tense and difficult night that ends in sercrets being revealed.
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The Part We’re Still Figuring Out by Icyhot_Kem
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-12
“Come on, Shane don’t be like this.” “Be like what exactly?” Shane found himself biting out, already regretting the answer the moment the words left his mouth. Hayden groaned, the sound of his tired exhale hanging in the air as he dropped his greasy bag of fast food onto the nightstand. With a soft rustle of sheets, he settled onto the edge of the bed. Shane could feel his eyes on him, though he was still facing away, not being able to bring himself to meet Hayden’s eyes just yet. “Look, I’m just not used to it yet, alright?” Hayden’s voice was low, edged with frustration. “Can you blame me? We used to talk shit about him all the time, and now I’m just supposed to... what? Like Rozanov?” -- Or: Despite the dinner with Hayden eventually ending with an apology, and some sort of truce between Hayden and Ilya, Shane is still struggling.
- Part 1 of Chasing Some Understanding
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The girl pulled away from Ilya just for a moment, down his neck while whispering something Shane didn't want to know. And Ilya. Ilya was happy. He raised one of his hands to tuck a strand of hair behind the girl's ear as he laughed at something she said. He kissed her cheek one more time before she strutted away to her friends. Then, Ilya looked up. Straight at him. Or After two months of no contact, Ilya and Shane reunite. In a club.
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My love is priceless by The_WriterWoman
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-12
Shane sat at the Montreal Metros table, his dress shoes polished to a mirror shine, his tuxedo tailored perfectly across his shoulders, his hair styled for once. He was trying to pay attention to the auctioneer's rapid fire chatter. He didn't even want to be here. It was just another thing his Mom made him do for his image. But here he was, waiting for his turn for someone to bid on an evening with him. His eyes kept drifting across the ballroom to where Ilya Rozanov sat with the Boston Raiders. Or An evening with Shane is being auctioned off for charity, and a certain Russian is going to make sure no one else gets it.
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Ilya knew sadness could kill, and it could do it quietly like it took his mother. So he stayed charming, desirable, and useful. He never asked for reassurance, didn’t get needy. He would never admit he needed Shane. Right?
- Part 3 of Amiera's Hollanov
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the lasagna incident by alaska_was_taken
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-12
or Jackie Pike has known about Shane and Ilya ever since she caught Ilya delivering Shane's home-made lasagna to her doorstep because Shane was running late to meet his parents for dinner, and (one of) Ilya's love languages is 'acts of service'
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Shane squeezed at Ilya’s thigh, the gesture was fun; not the usual sensual expression that led them both naked and moaning. “Do not try to distract me; Yuna, your son is horrible.” Ilya played his ten of hearts, Shane smirked as he placed down an ace. — Seeing Yuna and Shane interact leads to Ilya missing his own mom. A much needed conversation happens.
- Part 2 of Heated Rivalry; Mommy Issues Highkey
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Ilya Rozanov would be tempted to enact Cold War levels of biological warfare against his opponent if only Scott Hunter didn’t already look as awful as he feels. The other hockey player faces him, sending a death stare in his direction and clutching his stick in a way that would be intimidating if he weren’t Scott Fucking Hunter and if it wasn’t obvious he wasn’t trying with all his might to prevent himself from taking a nosedive onto the ice. Ilya would manage a quip if he could muster the energy to - something about how the old man should really have taken a sick day - but keeps his mouth shut, totally because he doesn’t want to kick someone when they’re obviously already down, not in any way because his own throat hurts too much to talk of course. Ilya Rozanov would be tempted to enact Cold War levels of biological warfare against his opponent if only Scott Hunter didn’t already look as awful as he feels. The other hockey player faces him, sending a death stare in his direction and clutching his stick in a way that would be intimidating if he weren’t Scott Fucking Hunter and if it wasn’t obvious he wasn’t trying with all his might to prevent himself from taking a nosedive onto the ice. Ilya would manage a quip if he could muster the energy to - something about how the old man should really have taken a sick day - but keeps his mouth shut, totally because he doesn’t want to kick someone when they’re obviously already down, not in any way because his own throat hurts too much to talk of course. Maybe this game will be easier than he thought; the Centaurs seem to be faring at least a little better than their big apple competitors, who seem to be in worse form, if that’s even possible considering how terrible Ilya feels, several of the opposing team coughing into fists or sniffling so loudly it hurts his already pounding head. Barrett has been borderline obsessive since the very start of whatever it is that has been making the rounds of the league, not wanting to risk getting Harris sick and although the team haven’t completely averted it, they are mostly at full capacity; Hayes on top form after being out for the last game, Luca at the tail end of the worst of it, and Boodram somehow managing to skate free from the cold that has been working its way through the rest of the team. In all honesty, they probably should have cancelled. The idea was toyed with this morning, or at the very least presented as a possibility to Ilya when he reluctantly fessed up at morning practice to the fact that he’d been running a fever since last night. It had been the fault of the New York Admirals that they didn’t withdraw, thanks to a stalemate sparked by the word on the street being that their opponents - and particularly their star captain - were struck down with this same flu and might pull out before they could. Neither team withdrew, as had become all too clear with just an hour before the game. I can play, Ilya insisted. And so here they are. Ilya’s stick catches the puck first, Hunter just a moment too slow after him. God, Ilya thinks. The poor guy should just give it up; he is sure good old Kip Grady will be somewhere in the crowds waiting for the end of the last period so he can wrangle his fiance into bed with a blanket and a mug of honey-lemon tea and enough nyquil to dose a horse or just a hockey player with a bad case of man-flu after the game. Although perhaps he is projecting. Someone from the other team - he doesn’t care to register who - checks him, and somewhere in the chaos Ilya ends up being the one to almost take a nosedive onto the ice, his balance off but whether from the loss of his ego or the blade flying from his skate without his knowledge he isn’t entirely sure. For a brief second - less than a second really - he stays like that, staring down at the ice on his hands and knees and contemplating walking out of the rink without so much as a glance back. He’s still considering it as he maneuvers himself off the ice to fix the aforementioned blade issue, but he shakes his head when someone - the coach or a trainer or perhaps someone on the bench - asks him if he wants to tap out. Besides, he doesn’t have his own bed and significant other waiting for him on the other side of this game like Scott Hunter does. Shane is god knows where, on the other side of the fucking country or something at some fucking gala event for one of his fucking sponsors or whatever and so Ilya will be returning to convalesce in his fucking New York hotel room alone after this fucking game, with only a fucking facetime call to tide him over if he’s lucky. This fucking game. This fucking city. This fucking cold. He chokes against the metallic taste coating the back of his mouth, somehow managing to suppress the coughing fit which has been threatening since the end of the first period. If he had to bet, he figures he has the best gag reflex in the entire league, but so much as thinking about the presence of his mouth guard at this moment clattering against his teeth has him fearing he might blow chunks on the ice if he isn't careful. He can only imagine what the commentators might say, the headlines the next morning. He hates this, he hisses as the Admirals level the score. His body not feeling right, not feeling like his own. He’s used to the satisfying hum of muscle memory, being where he needs to be a moment before he even thinks about it. He’s still moving fast, still playing like he always does for the most part, but typically by this point in the game adrenaline is making itself at home; right now, the only thing making itself at home is the fucking crud in his chest. Scott is the one who scored, and Ilya watches him celebrate in envious disbelief, the older hockey player seemingly having taken on a second wind during the intermission. Ilya should ask him for advice on whatever home remedy has seemingly worked its magic, but he has a strong suspicion it has something to do with the man’s fiance in the crowd; a likely promise of the healing properties of true love’s kiss… or true love’s sucking of a dick, he smirks. “Having trouble keeping up, Rozanov?” Scott remarks, although it doesn’t have the intended bite coming from a man who at present sounds like a dying cat. “Oh are you, Hunter?” he furrows his brow, hoping his own hoarse voice sounds at least a little more rugged and less ridiculous. They share a knowing glance. It’s anyone’s game really, with the playing field levelled like this but it is the Centaurs who just barely manage to take the win by the end, a just-missed save allowing them to take back the lead when it really mattered. Ilya doesn’t gloat, and the celebrations are quite frankly a subdued affair, most of the players on the ice already burying their red noses into tissues and in a rush to get off the rink. “Good game,” Scott reaches a hand out to shake Ilya’s, before he hesitates, figuring it’s maybe not the best course of action when he is blatantly contagious. “It wasn’t,” Ilya takes Scott’s hand, shakes it firmly, running the back of his other hand against his dripping nose with a smirk. “But get well soon, yes? Beating you will feel better if actually fair next time.” “Yeah this cold’s a killer. Sorry, I wasn’t thinking; I wouldn’t want to get you sick.” “Too late.”
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Shane rolls his eyes and looks away, unable to maintain eye contact. “You don’t,” he whispers, and Ilya pushes himself to his feet, approaching Shane warily, like any sudden movements will scare him away. “Shane,” he says, reaching out and taking one of Shane’s hands, “look at me.” He waits, and waits, for Shane to turn his attention back to him. “Why would I lie? You said you wanted us to be honest, I am being honest.” A tear finally escapes and runs down Shane’s cheek. He doesn’t appear to notice. “You love me.” It’s a statement, not a question.
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The Long Change (Between Games) by colorsflashing
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-12
Ilya is traded without warning. Shane is left spiraling. Between games, everything falls apart. Or: The one where Ilya Rozanov finds out he’s been traded to the Los Angeles Rush moments before taking the ice against the Montreal Metros.
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The Beginning of a Perfectly Boring Life by iminthisstanshit
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-12
If the Hollander-Rozanov family kept a diary of their boring lives, these would be the things they would write about. or The one where Shane and Ilya become parents, and their life is boring in the most perfect way
- Part 1 of The Diary of a Boring Life
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Shane has a meet-cute in the produce aisle. Ilya briefly contemplates murder via shopping cart.
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‘I love you too’, in sheep-language by lime_marmalade
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-12
“Wow,” Shane said, grinning like he’d just scored the winning goal in overtime. “This is… this is, uh—” he broke off to laugh. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s just really...” He waved the phone at Ilya for emphasis. “Wow.” “Yeah.” Ilya took his phone back. “‘Wow’.” Shane laughed again. “So, me in gear, huh? That’s what gets you hard?” ----- Injured and resting in Shane's house in Montreal, Ilya finds himself drawn to edits of his boyfriend's best moments on ice. Hours of mindless scrolling lead to the discovery of a kink, a blowjob and an all-round great evening.
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Is it Casual Now? by DeletiaClementine
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-12
What happens if Ilya Rozanov doesn’t talk to Shane Hollander for more than a year? Or, Shane Hollander has a hoe phase
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I was drowning (you pulled me out) by VKookies_ot7
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-12
4 times Shane kept it for himself, 1 time he didn't have to. or Shane struggles 4 times and 1 time Ilya is here to help.
- Part 1 of Hollanov
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we could be pro fortnite (hockey) players by icicledust
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-12
The sounds of gun fire filled the living room as Ilya grunted and cursed as he chased someone down in Fortnite. He had discovered a love for the game about a year or so ago when the Cens did one of their children’s hospital outings and found himself playing in his spare time. And being out on a rather nasty ankle injury, he certainly had the spare time. Or, Ilya is going stir crazy and Fortnite gives him a reason to be a little bit of a menace.
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“It’s one of your superstitions, right?” Hayden asked. “Like my hat. It’s your good luck shirt.” Shane felt a chill run down his spine. He hadn’t thought anyone would notice. In truth, he’d barely noticed himself. It wasn’t something he was actively doing. It wasn’t like his weight circuit or his diet or his night routine. It wasn’t meditation or yoga or cross-training. Those were all things he did with meticulous, painstaking purpose. This was just… this was something else. This wasn’t thought driven. If he was being honest, it barely had to do with hockey. It maybe was one of the only things in his life that didn’t have to do with hockey. If he was stressed, he wore the shirt and it made him feel a little bit better. It just so happened that most of the time he was stressed about something to do with hockey. That was it. It was just a feeling. A feeling of calm that came from Ilya Rozanov’s shirt. OR: Shane accidentally wore Ilya's shirt back to the hotel after it things started to feel Too Real. What if he kept the shirt? OR: 5 Times Someone Noticed Shane's New Favorite Shirt + 1 Time Shane Realized Ilya Still Had His Too
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It’s not a cure for the weight on his chest right now, but this is exactly what Ilya needs. He silently strips down to his boxers and crawls in behind Shane. Anya picks her head up at the movement, and Ilya reaches over Shane to rub her back for a second before he wraps his arm around Shane’s waist. “Mm,” Shane hums, inhaling sharply as he wakes up. “You’re back.” - or, a sweet, sleepy moment between husbands
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5 times people found out Shane spoke Russian and one time he told the world. by Theemperor95
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-11
what it says on the tin folks Shane speaks Russian because of course he does, no one knows, and then they find out.
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Ilya finds a small tattoo on Shane's hip during their second meet up. Or They didn't cover Hudson's tattoo during the second meet up in episode 1, so canonically, Shane Hollander has a tattoo.
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