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Hayden picks up the wrong phone and sees something he never expected to see from Shane’s Lily. Misunderstandings ensue featuring: good friend and ally hayden + WAG chat Ilya
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Sorry I can't hear you (I'm kind of busy) by photographer_of_thoughts
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-04
Shane takes some deep breaths, trying to sound normal again as he goes to press the button to unmute. But as he looks at his phone screen, he realizes there's no line through the microphone on the the call that Hayden is still very much a part of. Which means - “Um, Hayden?” Shane asks as he brings the phone back to his ear, feeling all the blood drain from his face. There's a few beats of silence before he hears his best friend practically shout, “What the fuck, Hollander?” or, at the cottage, Shane forgets to press 'mute.'
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i wanna know peace again (wanna be singing a different song) by alternateevak
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-04
Shane Hollander knew a lot of things. He knew that there were not many things easier than breathing, but that Hockey was one of them. And the other was loving Ilya Rozanov. One of these is easier than the other, especially when he also knows he's probably been having a panic attack for a whole day and under no circumstances can Ilya Rozanov know about it.
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Shane has grown accustomed to his neurodivergence being used as the butt of a joke. Ilya has not. Yuna Hollander suffers no fools. OR Living as his authentic self is liberating and Shane wouldn’t change it for the world, but it doesn’t come without complications. At least he has his husband, his parents and his friends to back him up.
- Part 2 of Heated Rivalry/Hollanov
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“You've heard all my sex stories over the years. The good, the bad, the ugly. And yet I haven't gotten a single story out of you." Shane spluttered, cheeks flushing crimson. "Because it's none of your business? What the fuck?" "Aw, so you don't kiss and tell?" Hayden teased, laughing when Shane's blush deepened. He shoved at his shoulder, trying to wipe the smile from his face. "Relax, dude. I'm only messing with you. You don't have to tell me anything. But, like, we can talk about this shit. Sex, you know. I don't care that it's between two guys. Honestly, it's kind of interesting-" "Jesus Christ," Shane muttered. "This is not how I thought this was going to go.”
- Part 1 of Pike’s Guide to Being an Ally
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i saw you in a dream (you stayed the same) by sergeantfuckybarnes
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-03
Hollander’s face flashed in his mind, once again, as he took that glance backward that cost him the game, and almost his life. Before Marlowe had reached him, Hollander’s expression was pure triumph, a beaming smile directed towards Ilya that made his heart clench. This injury would likely prevent Hollander from playing the rest of the season, which would be devastating for both of them. Ilya could only hope that the rest of this season was all that Hollander would lose. Some outcomes could be much worse. Ilya couldn’t live in a world without Hollander. He wouldn’t. Ilya couldn’t even entertain that thought without getting nauseous. He took deep breaths in and out, leaning his head on the wall behind him. Slowly, his breathing began to even out as he drifted into a fitful sleep. OR Rozanov has glimpses of different lives with Hollander and realizes he would love Shane again and again.
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hayden pike’s five-step guide on getting your gay best friend to come out to you by savetheday
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
Step 3: If your friend doesn’t bring up their sexuality on their own, try subtly hinting that you know. “So, Jackie has this friend,” Hayden begins. “Hayd, I told you I don’t want to date right now,” Shane protests. “Well, this is a guy friend. Maybe you’d want to meet him?” Shane frowns, clearly confused. “Okay? Is he a fan or something?” “No, but he could be your fan,” Hayden says with a wink. “What are you talking about?” Shane asks, clearly not picking up any hints. Hayden sighs. “Never mind, let’s go to practice,” he grumbles, resolving to try again later. Or: Hayden Pike tries his best to be an ally. It would be a lot easier if Shane would just come out already.
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“The fuck? What are you doing here?” “I am wondering same thing about you.” “You’re wondering—you’re in Shane’s—what the hell is going on?” “Close the door, please. Is cold.” Shane gives Hayden the go-ahead to grab a package from his house—but Ilya flew in a day early as a surprise. Oops. An alternate Hayden-finds-out story set the winter after The Cottage.
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nothing in this world I wouldn't do by Blue
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
After Hayden guessed Shane's big secret, after the two of them had a longer conversation but before they'd all had dinner, he'd gone down a rabbit hole of Shane's old interviews trying to find what signs he'd missed. Hayden handled Shane confirming his crazy ass theory well enough to put a look of relief on Shane's face, but he still had to come to terms with it afterward.
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He and Rozanov were trying to find common ground wherever they could, and right now that meant drinking Russian vodka with only an ice cube or two to soften the blow. It wouldn't be his drink of choice, usually, but he was making a concerted effort here. For Shane. For Shane, he tells himself, every time Roz is an unrepentant asshole. Which is to say, anytime he opens his fucking mouth. or hayden and ilya are basically friends now, even if they're not very friendly about it
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Hayden accidentally infects the entire team with head lice from his kids. Shane passes it on to Ilya, who has no idea what “lice” means in English and completely freaks out. A short, cute story set before the cottage, full of love, fluff, and a little reflection on what it would be like if they were actually together. PS: You most likely don’t have lice, so don’t panic if your head starts itching after reading this! Mine definitely did Shane stood under the hot spray of the shower, smiling to himself. Last night with Ilya had been unreal. Montreal had beaten Boston 4–2, which had left Ilya absolutely furious afterward, and that ending in the angriest, best sex Shane had ever had. And after that, the best sleep of his life, tangled up next to him. Shane tilted his head back and let the water run down his face, dragging his fingers through his hair. He scratched hard. God damn it, his scalp itched like crazy. Maybe he was allergic to the new shampoo. Fuck that organic stuff, he should just brought the normal stuff. He shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it tight around his hips. Just as he stepped out of the bathroom, his phone started blowing up. Lily: You are cute when you come Lily: Thanks for last night. Excited to see you lose next time 😘 Shane snorted. Asshole. He was about to type something back when a new notification popped up. Hayden: I am so sorry guys. Please don’t kill me. JJ: What did you do? Arthur: If you say norovirus again, I swear to God. We play against New york tomorrow. Hayden: I talked to Coach. He’ll tell you what to do. Arthur: You’re scaring me. Hayden: Jade and Ruby have head lice. I have head lice. And we all shared that helmet for pictures earlier this week… yeah. I’m so fucking sorry. Shane’s stomach dropped. His scalp itched harder. Head lice? He’d never had head lice in his life. Wasn’t that a kid thing? Could you get sepsis from it? Could it spread to—God, he didn’t even know. Another notification came in. Coach: Everyone to the locker room ASAP. I’ve called in hairdressers and the team doctor. We’ll handle treatment today. If you want to buzz your head, today’s the day boys. I’m sending instructions for what to do with bedding, clothes, towels—everything. Shane stared at his phone. Fantastic. *** The locker room was chaos. Laughter echoed off the tiles. Half the guys had already buzzed their heads; others sat on folding chairs with shower caps pulled tight over their hair, taking selfies and laughing like this was some kind of prank. How were they so calm? “Hayden, this is your fault!” someone yelled. “My wife says I’m sleeping on the couch for a month!” “I’m sorry, David!” Hayden shouted back from the showers. “Jackie’s baking brownies for everyone!” Shane made his way over. Chairs were lined up near the showers, guys combing through hair and applying treatment with help from the team doctor and hairdressers. Hayden sat in one of the chairs, looking like a kicked puppy. “Shane! Over here!” Hayden said. “I’m really sorry, man. I know you hate this stuff. But it’s harmless if you treat it right.” “Yeah, yeah,” Shane muttered. “At least I don’t have hair like Jonas.” He nodded toward Jonas, who sat stiffly while a stylist worked through his long, thick dark hair. Jonas had been traded from Ottawa last summer and had sworn not to cut it until he won a Stanley Cup. Hayden winced. “You think Boston Lily’s gonna be mad at me?” Shane shot him a look. “What? No, I, What…” “Shh. It’s fine,” Hayden said. “You left early, you were glued to your phone all night, smiling like an idiot. Acting like you do when Boston Lily is in town.” “Hush,” Shane said, face burning. Fuck. Ilya. His thick, blond curls. Their heads on the same pillow. Skin to skin. Shane definitely had lice. Which meant… Oh god. The media would eat this alive if it got out. The Montreal Voyageurs with lice. And if Ilya had it too…
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Love You in the Dark by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-02
Shane Hollander returns from his rendezvous with Rozanov wearing a gutted expression and a shirt that isn’t his.
OR: Hayden Pike finds out the truth. Sort of.
A/N: Title from the Adele song.
- Part 2 of My Moon
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It’s the fall of 2018. Shane has come out to his team, and the night before a game in Boston Hayden comes to Shane’s hotel room for a movie night. But he’s been thinking, and the math is mathing a bit too well. “No, my theory here is… your Lily, who you are still totally dating, is Ilya Rozanov.” Mainly Hayden’s POV, but some of Shane’s at the end. This is part of the same series as my two other short Hayden POVs (about Shane coming back in Ilya’s clothes, as well as the blowjob phone call), and refers back to them a little. But this can absolutely be read on its own too.
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Hayden’s words hung in the air, awkward and frantic. No answer. “…buddy?” Hayden finally tried, voice hesitant. Shane’s lips trembled. A tiny, imperceptible quiver at first—but then his hands shot to his face, and the dam broke. Tears spilled over instantly. Hayden froze, heart hammering, mind blank. What the actual fuck. Or How Hayden found out Shane didn't like women and decided to be an amazing friend about it
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in defense of a moral victory by A_Different_Type_of_Flower
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
He walked back to the living room, where Jackie and Hayden were standing, having a whispered conversation, Shane’s jacket folded over Jackie’s arm. They stopped talking and turned to Shane as he entered. “Hey, bud,” said Hayden slowly, not moving. “Uh, do you want me to leave?” asked Shane, gesturing to his jacket, panic rising in his throat. “What? No. No. Absolutely not. We were afraid you’d try and sneak out of here, so I grabbed your coat and keys,” explained Jackie. “Oh,” said Shane, letting out a shaky laugh as he ran his hand through his hair. “Good call. I can’t say it didn’t cross my mind.” or Ilya has a new philosophy in how he picks fights, Shane doesn’t understand the appeal of a moral victory, and Hayden is so fucking glad he married Jackie.
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home for the summer by DistantStorm
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
Summer, 2019 Hayden doesn’t know if he’s seen his kind of happiness on his best friend’s face before, which is saying something considering they’ve won two cups together. He doesn’t let himself think about that for long because it pulls tight on something in his chest and he’s trying to be the kind of sloppy drunk that has lazy sex at three in the morning, not the kind that cries about social injustice and admits he might not hate Shane’s boyfriend as much as he says he does. OR: Hayden Pike and the terrible ordeal of tolerating Ilya Rozanov. Summer, 2019 Of all the things Hayden Pike was expecting from his annual four-day weekend at Shane’s cottage before training camp, spending a quiet evening around the fire pit wasn’t really it. At least, not with Rozanov in the picture. He’d almost asked Shane if there was any time Roz wouldn’t be around, but Jackie had insisted he at least make an attempt to play nicely. So, here they were, blessedly child free since David and Yuna had collected the kids this morning after breakfast, taking them back to their cabin down the way for a slumber party, drinking wine, and relaxing. Shane had started the fire before sunset and they’d all watched the sun sink beneath the ridge beyond the lake, talking about mostly nothing. Hockey talk was banned unless it was about the foundation camp that started in two weeks, and nobody was allowed to work out in the mornings unless it was to do a camp activity since they were all technically on vacation. At some point, Rozanov had gotten up to go inside, returning moments later with a new bottle of wine, which he set in a white-marble chiller at Hayden’s elbow. Hayden had stared at him, wondering who had possessed him since he was pretty sure Roz would rather die than act as a good host to Hayden, whose glass was nearly empty, but Roz was too busy folding his massive six-foot-three frame onto the couch opposite them, resting his head in Shane’s lap like it this all normal and not disgusting. Not disgusting like that, Hayden might not be the most observant guy but he’s not a fucking homophobe, thank you very much, but disgusting because it’s the Russian Stallion, Mister God’s Gift to Women and Hockey, certified playboy Ilya fucking Rozanov. “Comfortable?” The word is barely audible over the crackle-pop of the fire, slurred and quiet. Not perfectly enunciated in the way Rozenov always speaks to, well, everyone. Hayden almost thinks—no shit Sherlock, that’s because he’s aware of the language barrier, then remembers once again this is Roz and he’s not really interested in giving the man the benefit of the doubt. “I’m okay,” Shane confirms, sinking his fingers in Roz’s hair. “You?” “Da.” Roz hasn’t looked up from the fire since he’d laid down. “You are comfy. Like pillow.” Kill me now, Hayden thinks. It’s one thing to know, nebulously, that this is a thing. Like, he knows that Shane and Rozanov are a couple in secret, and if Shane’s happy and Roz isn’t a dick to him, it’s not really Hayden’s business. It’s another thing to experience them being domestic. Jackie, seeming to sense Hayden’s spiraling thoughts, nudges her empty glass at him. “Refill me, baby.” Hayden, being a good husband who would like to get laid tonight since their children will not be around to interrupt them and Shane had put them in a guest room on the opposite side of his massive actually-not-a-cottage-but-a-mansion, abandons his own near-empty glass and does what she asks of him. “I always forget how beautiful it is out here,” she says, pausing only to take a sip of wine when Hayden passes it back. He always fills it up too high to be polite, but she never complains. “No wonder you love it.” “Yeah,” Shane says at the same time Roz murmurs, “It is good to be home.” Jackie, who kicks him in the shin because his mouth is hanging open because, like, what the fuck, acts like nothing has happened. Like Rozanov isn’t tense and trying to sit up, like they can’t see the muscles in Shane’s left forearm flex or his fingers splaying across Roz’s ribs to keep him from doing what? Running away? Hayden needs more wine, and even then he probably won’t be able to process this. “Thank you again for inviting us,” she tells Shane, or Roz, maybe both of them? Honestly, Hayden’s smart enough to know he’s not the brains in his relationship, so he takes a hopefully not audible gulp of wine, finishing the glass so he can top it back up. “Our pleasure,” Shane replies, a small smile lifting his lips at one corner. Roz’s left hand closes over Shane’s kneecap as if he needs to hold onto something solid. Like he’s just accidentally admitted something about himself. All this time, Hayden’s kind of thought that Shane would be the one clinging to Roz. Obviously that’s not really how a relationship works. It’s not always even-steven, of course it isn’t, but he just couldn’t reconcile Ilya Rozanov, the mouthy asshole who spent the last eight seasons terrorizing the league—and Shane, especially—with whatever the fuck this is. The guy who turned down what was reportedly ten million a year in Boston to go to Ottawa for slightly less than, who’s currently staring so somberly at the fire Hayden wonders if he can put it out with his eyeballs or something because he’d called this place home and got embarrassed by it? Except—maybe Roz is because he doesn’t really have another place he can just… be. No sneaking around or pretending. Fuck, Hayden thinks. That is really fucking sad, whether Roz is an asshole or not. He looks down into his wine, decides if this keeps up this line of thinking he’s going wind up a weepy drunk. He sets the glass down on the table and rises to his feet. “Alright losers,” he says, before adding, “And my beautiful wife, whom I adore.” Jackie giggles. Roz rolls his eyes and raises an eyebrow in silent question. “I think it’s time to get this party started. Beer pong, anyone?” “We will wipe the floor with you,” Roz drawls, instantly interested in a challenge. “Be careful what you wish for.” Shane finds Hayden’s eyes over Roz’s head and nods microscopically, looking kind of emotional, like he knows what Hayden’s doing.
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His mind takes a moment to process what he’s seeing. He’s not the only player down here after all. Shane is here, still in his black sweats, talking in a low, angry voice to—that’s Rozanov, Hayden realizes. Ilya Rozanov with his hand on Shane’s shoulder, shoving him back against the wall.
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So, Shane was maybe-sort-of dating a Boston Raiders fan? Was that why all the secrecy? If Shane was anyone else, Hayden would think it was overkill, but the guy had gone into tailspins over things that would get him less ribbing in the locker room. Still seemed extreme that he wouldn't even admit she existed, but what did Hayden know? It made as much sense as any other theory he'd ever come up with. In which Hayden reaches out to Boston Lily about Shane's condition after he goes down on the ice. Despite his curiosity, he's determined not to pry... But things come out all the same.
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does anybody have a map? by Archived_owned
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-31
“Okay. That part I get. But fuck, man, why him?” Hayden barked. “Dude,” Shane said, running a hand through his hair, “I’ve already told you—” “No!” Hayden cut him off, voice cracking with a mix of frustration and disbelief. “No, no, no! You told us why you love Lily! You said he challenges you, he makes room for you, all that soft, romantic stuff—but there isn’t a shred of proof that that sweet, slightly awkward, totally manageable guy could possibly be Rozanov. Rozanov! The guy people usually want to beat the shit out of on the ice! And you love him?” Shane pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. “Yes. I love him." Hayden froze mid-gesture, eyes wide, as if Shane had just announced he was going to join a cult. “Him? Really? Him?” Amber's fussing turned both men to Jackie who was raising an eyebrow at her husband. "You are going to have to calm down, Hayden. If you hadn't been so busy fighting when Shane got hurt, maybe you would have noticed that Ilya tried to leave with him?" "Ilya?! Since when the fuck do you call him Ilya?!" ----- Shane comes out to the Pikes
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Cleaning the Ice is Nice? by gayslayerrr
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-31
“Fuck,” Shane heard himself say, pulled out of whatever moment they’d just shared. “The lights turn off automatically at a set time. I should go turn them back on. I need to see to clean the ice again.” Shane was rambling at this point. “OK,” Ilya started, “Can I help you with ice?” Shane was confused. “What?” “We did my job together. Now we do yours. Is only fair.” He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that the fucking Captain of the Boston Bears, Ilya Rozanov, was the same person as the man next to him. It was very confusing. But who was Shane to refuse that offer? Or: Shane got injured before he could meet Ilya and now works as a Zamboni driver at Ilya's practice rink.
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