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Between college, his night shift, and the other thing, Shane really doesn't have time to 'get to know' Ilya Rozanov. The man is clearly dangerous and obviously infuriating, and Shane totally does. Not. Have. Time.
Ilya doesn't do attachments, and he never does favors. He shouldn't give in to the urge to take care of this idiot student who was so mean to him, and he really shouldn't become so invested in his well-being.
The one where Ilya's the heir to a mafia syndicate, Shane really needs to get some sleep, and Hayden is not allowed to share his hats. There's passive-aggressive caretaking, more secrets than necessary, and bickering that can be heard through the walls.
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Shane: did you send my mom an SOS? Ilya: a what? what is SOS? Shane: like a distress signal Ilya: da. yes. told her there is big distress. my husband needs to get fucked by end of week or his dick will explode. would leave our kids with one less father Or, Shane and Ilya have been cockblocked by their kids for nearly 2 weeks. When they finally get a night to themselves, the tension snaps before they even make it to their dinner reservation.
- Part 5 of Our House
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An Act of War by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV), The Shots You Take - Rachel Reid
2026-02-06
After learning Crowell threatened Troy, Ilya has a plan but it's gonna need some assistance from retired players Adam Sheppard and Riley Tuck.
(Basically, I finished Role Model and decided to throw in TSYT boys into that story for the drama of it)
- Part 8 of Troublemakers
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Yesterday is History by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-02
Ilya wakes up confused. He’s pretty sure he fell asleep at home, in bed, with Shane fast asleep in his arms, but he wakes up on a flat surface with a pinch in his lower back. Had he fallen off the bed in the middle of the night? Neither he nor Shane move much in their sleep, but he supposes it isn’t impossible.
He levers himself up on one hand, stretching out his back slightly as he sits up. He’s definitely not in his bedroom anymore. The room he’s in is large and full of bulky hockey players spread out across the floor. Their soft groans and quiet questions begin to filter in his ears as they wake up as well. He sees some players he knows are on the Voyageurs, some of his own teammates, some coaching staff, and even some WAGs like Jackie Pike and Cassie Boodram. But the most important person in the room is laid out next to him, face slack and peaceful with sleep.
“Shane,” Ilya urges, shaking him. “Shane, wake up.”
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The obligatory characters watch their own show fic.
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I'll corrupt every branch of this family tree by Odinsmom12
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-01
Shane Hollander took a job at the Rozanov estate because he needed the money, not because he wanted to spend his days polishing marble floors in a house that felt more like a museum than a home. He definitely didn’t expect to keep running into Ilya Rozanov—the heir. Ilya was used to control. Shane was just trying to survive. Somewhere between stolen glances and quiet hallways, they started wanting things they weren’t supposed to want. And in a house built on rules, that turned out to be the most dangerous thing of all.
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Leaning over Shane was a man. He had dark hair and was annoyingly handsome, the sort who looked like he’d never struggled with a grammatical case in his life.
Shane laughed. Ilya turned his head.
That was his husband. His Shane. His beautifully focused Shane, with the scattered freckles and the adorable way he leaned into a problem. And he was gifting that hard-won laugh to a stranger.
Ilya is happy Shane is learning Russian. He just wasn’t prepared for how it would feel to watch someone else teach him, correct him, and make him laugh.
Ilya reacts normally. Which is to say: not at all.
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Alexei's world tilts on his axis on a regular Thursday, when he finds two police cars and an ambulance parked in front of their driveway.
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Alexei Rozanov and the ordeal of growing up too fast.- Part 1 of Rivers and Roads
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5 times Ilya was honest about his feelings for Shane.
- Part 1 of Sincere Communication
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Set after The Long Game A few years after Shane has joined the Ottawa Centaurs, captained by his husband, he does a Wired Autocomplete Interview where he accidentally gives away a few shocking facts that hockey fans had not been privy to prior to that point (including, perhaps, what went down during his fight with Scott Hunter all those years ago and maybe also that he and Ilya had been seeing each other for a lot longer than most people expected) and then he has to learn to deal with the internet storm that followed, along with some annoying reactions from friends and family. Including: lots of teasing, lame jokes, cursing, viral tweets, trending hashtags and one exasperated Shane Hollander.
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"You are doing this on purpose," Ilya accused. Shane looked up, perfectly innocent. "Doing what on purpose?" "The—" Ilya gestured. "This. The—the organizing." "The organizing that I do. Every Thursday. Like I have for the entire time we've been together." "You know what you're doing." Shane's lips twitched. Just barely. But Ilya saw it. "I'm folding a hoodie." BREAKING: Local man gets pavlov'd by the KonMari method, more at 11.
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“Okay,” Shane said. “Let’s just keep it friendly, yeah?”
Ilya gifted him a smile. “For you, always fun.” Then he added, “Also, Pike, you play this very badly. Like hockey.”
Hayden launched himself to his feet. “Oh, I’m sorry, is this coming from the guy who flops like a dying fish every time someone skates near him?”
Shane has a problem: his boyfriend and his best friend hate each other. His solution is forced bonding through board games, charity work, cooking classes, movie nights, and a double date.
Or: Five times Shane tried to make Ilya and Hayden bond, and one time they accidentally did.
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Ilya Rozanov’s Guide to Fanfic Etiquette by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-21
H: I can't believe I have to explain to you why you can't write RPF about yourself and your husband TO POST ON THE INTERNET.
I: Harris, this is very poor fanfiction etiquette.
I: YSINMS
I: Ship and let ship, Harris.Or, Harris tries to get Ilya to stop writing fanfiction and instead gets lessons in appropriate fanfic etiquette.
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Five Times One of the Centaurs Wanted to Murder Ilya Rozanov by The_Shittiest_Knight
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-18
+ One Time They All Had His Back Set after the events of The Long Game. Ilya Rozanov was well known to be a menace. He liked living loud and never shied away from a fight. After Shane's transfer to the Ottawa Centaurs he settled in some ways, in others he got infinitely worse. One thing they hadn't accounted for was how disgustingly in love with his husband Ilya was. Ilya was not going to let them forget.
- Part 1 of
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Ilya didn't know what came over himself but every instinct in his body told him to slap his boyfriends ass. So he did. It was casual, almost careless, but as the crack of the slap echoed across the lake, so did the moan from Shane's throat. or: Ilya slaps Shane's ass and Shane REALLY likes it. It was a crisp day in late August and the sun had already dipped behind the trees when the banter started. They were both lounging on the porch of Shane's cottage - Shane with his head in Ilya's lap, and Ilya sipping on a beer, wearing a shit-eating grin that said 'I'm winning this argument'. "You're so full of shit." Shane said with a lazy voice, eyes half shut. "You would have missed that last goal by a mile if my controller didn't disconnect." Ilya snorted. "Lyubimyy, just admit, I am the hockey video game master." Shane rolled his eyes but the corner of his mouth twitched. "Keep dreaming Rozanov." They'd been at this for at least an hour - light jabs, who deserved the last chip in the bowl, who looked better in the team's new hoodie. The kind of sharp-edged flirting that had become their method of affection over the years. Ilya combed his fingers through Shane's hair. "You talk big game for someone who folded like wet napkin in the locker room with me last week." Shane snorted a laugh. "That was strategic retreat. Huge difference." He stands up to grab another beer from the cooler. "Oh Mr. Strategy." Ilya teased. "You are lucky I fell so generous tonight." Shane shook his head in defeat and grabbed the iron stoker and poked at the fire pit that had been spitting flankers. Ilya didn't know what came over himself but every instinct in his body told him to slap his boyfriends ass. So he did. It was casual, almost careless, but as the crack of the slap echoed across the lake, so did the moan from Shane's throat. They both froze and Shane's face turned a vibrant shade of red. Too ashamed to look back, he started off into the trees, white knuckling the bottle in his hand. "Don't." He muttered, but it sounded more like a plea than a command. Ilya tilted his head, studying Shane. The smirk he had now replaced by something sharp and hungry. "It did not sound like a 'don't' to me." Shane swallowed. "Ilya-" Another slap sent the stoker tumbling to the ground and elicited a different sound. This time it was a whimper - a small, helpless whimper. Ilya exhaled through his nose like he had been punched. "Fuck you are serious." Shane couldn't bring himself to answer. The tips of his ears burned and the tingle on his ass cheek left a dry feeling in his mouth. Ilya stood abruptly, not caring that his beer had tipped over into the grass. Shane turned to meet his eyes slowly, and they were hungry. "Bedroom." Ilya ordered. "Now." Shane walked ahead of him on shaking legs, acutely aware of every step he took and every time the fabric of his shorts moved against the sensitive skin on his ass. The bedroom door clicked behind them. Ilya didn't rush. He gently pushed Shane face-down onto the duvet, fully clothed, and climbed on top of him, bracketing Shane's thighs with his knees. One hand settled between Shane's shoulder blades to hold him in place, the other rubbed slow, methodical circles over the curve of his ass. "Are you going to tell me to stop?" Ilya asked, leaning low so that his breath tickled the other's ear. Shane shook his head and with a cracked voice he answered, "no." "Good." The first new spank came down hard enough to make Shane's entire body jolt. Heat bloomed instantly, sharp and bright. The second followed right after, then a third. Each one delivered just for Ilya to hear the sounds of pleasure escape involuntarily from Shane's lips. He paused at ten, hand smoothing over fabric like he was petting something precious. "Still good?" Shane nodded frantically, the duvet now damp from the stream of tears running from his eyes. His cock was painfully hard against the mattress and he could hardly help his hips rocking downward to relieve some of the tension. Ilya groaned in satisfaction. "Greedy Hollander." He shoved Shane's shirt up as far as he could and pulled down the lower garments just enough to expose Shane's ass. Ilya stood back for a moment to admire his work - one cheek as he had always seen it and the other bright red with the faint outline of his palm. He had decided in that moment that not even Da Vinci could paint something this beautiful. He kneaded a handful of the swollen flesh before cracking his hand down again. Ilya built a slow but firm rhythm, each swat turned into a deep ache that made Shane tremble. Every few strikes, Ilya would pause to knead again and, if curiosity peaked him, he would use his thumb to pull back the cheek just enough to watch his boyfriend's hole flutter. Shane was so fucking embarrassed but god did he want to keep going. "You like this," Ilya said with wonderment. "You really fucking like this." Shane could only nod and sniffle, now at a loss for words. When Ilya slid his hands between Shane's thighs to find him leaking and hard, he could only groan as if he were the one being spanked. He knelt to the floor and pulled Shane's hips out just a little. One hand wrapped around Shane's aching dick, the other resuming the spanking. Beads of pre-cum rolled down Ilya's hand and dripped onto the floor. Shane's thighs shook with each slap and the whimpers of wanting were no longer spaced out by silence. "Will you cum like this Hollander?" Ilya asked with intent. "I haven't even fucked you." Shane made a broken sounds that resembled a yes. "Then do it."Ilya insisted. "Let me see." It didn't take long after that. Ilya would guess maybe three more slaps before Shane came with a shuddering cry into the mattress. His hips jerked uncontrollably and cum gushed out onto Ilya's pants. The lingering heat on his ass amplified every pulse until he had nothing left to give. Ilya eased him through it, palm rubbing slowly over the sensitive skin. He certainly did a number on the poor guy. When Shane finally stopped trembling, Ilya leaned in to press a kiss into the back of his thigh. "I hope you don't like this rug too much. You made a mess." Ilya teased softly.
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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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“You can stay as long as you want,” he responded. Svetlana wondered how much of that statement was Canadian courtesy. Or: Svetlana finally gets to meet Ilya's boyfriend.
- Part 3 of
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In a world where Shane was encouraged to do high school theatre because he was socially awkward. The consequences of this live on the internet forever.
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Shane delivered the Russian greeting flawlessly. “Zhenit'sya.” The music from a nearby speaker suddenly felt obnoxiously loud in the abrupt silence that followed. “Hollander,” Tanner said slowly, “did you just… propose to Rozanov?” Shane decides to learn Russian for completely normal reasons, such as pride, spite, and being deeply in love with his boyfriend. Ilya agrees to teach him as a joke. This goes about as well as you’d expect.
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"I play,” Ilya said, his voice a deadpan rasp, “because if I do not play, my father make me work at potato factory. I hate potatoes. I want to buy car that goes fast enough to scare God." Or Clips and photos of Ilya's teenage years in Russia get leaked.
- Part 1 of Unhinged_Ilya_Rozanov.mp4
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Shane wants to thank Scott for his role in getting them together. Ilya isn't going to make it easy.
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