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He seemed to have that mindset for a lot of things. And it was becoming increasingly problematic for Ilya, though he’d never admit it. He would prance around the lawn behind a push mower, foam earplugs jammed in his ear canal, and look perfectly content as the grass bag filled up. He would come into the house and wrap Ilya in his arms and his clothes would smell like fresh grass clippings and it would be so sweet that Ilya would have to kiss him and suck his dick right wherever Shane found him. Or, Five times Ilya has a domestic kink, and one time he... has a domestic kink, but in the opposite direction.
- Part 9 of My 30-Days of Anon HR Freak Shit
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sandcastles (all the pleasure, none of the burden) by prettyshadow (theaujasmin)
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-02-21
“H’rder,” Shane whines into his mouth, not even trying to interrupt the kiss but speaking pathetically muffled and slurred around Ilya’s tongue. Ilya knocks their foreheads together, smiles. “Nooooo Ilya, not before the game, Ilya,” he whines, a sweetly mocking imitation of Shane, “and now look at you, mhm? Why should I ever listen to your complaining, baby, when you’re gonna be such an easy, perfect slut for it anyways?” Or: Shane plays four-dimensional chess to get Ilya to fuck him even when he tells him no, for Shane-typical control freak reasons, in Shane-typical convoluted ways, with Shane-typical unawareness of this being a sex freak thing. Ilya provides, of course.
- Part 1 of quantum mechanics
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crystal, come right in by weeb_grass
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-21
“You're being cruel, Ilya. Please just— stop.” Pain blooms across Ilya's expression, a brief lapse in form. He's quick to recover, furrowing his brow and pursing his lips, like Shane’s made more than a simple request, like he's got Rose Landry here in his lap, parading her around like Ilya has with all his women since rookie year. Like he has any right to that pain. “Oh, so this is what it takes to make you say my name without freaking out.” Or: Shane does not go home with Rose after the club.
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hold your hand through plastic now by shaneshole (MuddieBuddies)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-20
Male carriers are a rare breed in North America. With only .005% of the male population having the recessive gene. In Canada there are a couple hundred male pregnancies documented each year with only half of them carrying to full term. Shane Hollander was one of the .005%. He just didn't know it. or; the angsty Shane Hollander mpreg fic
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Ilya first saw his ангел, his angel, in Montreal. His angel first tried to kill him in Ottawa. They finally stop running in Vancouver. Ilya has been in love the whole time.
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“You’re taking him to the Canteen?”
“Yeah- wait. You know it?” Shane turned to Rose with a surprised look on his face.
“He’ll like it!” Miles said, looking a bit shame-faced, like a child who hadn’t expected to be caught out.
“The Canteen, Miles.”
“He’ll have fun!” Miles insisted.
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Going to a kink club with Miles may be one of the weirdest things Shane has ever done. But the evening gets even freakier when he bumps into Ilya Rozanov, his longtime rival and captain of the very team Shane was meant to be playing that night.
He's unfairly hot and incredibly irritating- but he gets under Shane's skin in a way no other dom can.
So hey, they might just find a way to make this work.
(Based on my own experiences as a domme in the London kink scene!)
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You Are My First Pick by ItsMayBiTheWay
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-14
The first time it happens, Shane doesn’t even realize what is happening. The mystery package does not have any return address, but is directly shipped to Shane’s home. Curious as to what it is, he carefully opens it. OR Five times Shane gets anonymous Valentine's Day gifts and one time he figures out who they are from!
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“Да. Yes. Ilya Rozanov.” Ilya said looking at the woman, Rose, he presumed. He shifts his gaze to his victim with an apology on his lips. Only for every word he had ever learned in English or Russian to completely slip his brain, except one.
Freckles.
That was all Ilya could manage to think. Freckles.
And so many of them. Adorable brown marks, varying in hue and size, were scattered across the man's cheeks and nose. His nose. Had Ilya ever noticed someone's nose before? He quickly decided not to dwell on that when the boy finally met his stare.
The big eyes that focused on Ilya were nothing short of beautiful. Pools of brown swirled around his pupils, which Ilya wanted to dive head first into.
Holy shit this man is stunning. As in, ‘Oh my god I think I just fell in love with you’, kind of stunning.
or jock ilya is obsessed with nerd shane
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I hate the taste of my own medicine by Anonymous
Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-02-10
Both Shane and Ilya are perfectly content to ignore the elephant in the room
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practice makes miserable by UglyGreenJacket
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-09
“What are you wearing?” Ilya asks, his voice sounding strangled. Shane looks down, confused. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? I always–” “Why are you wearing your glasses?” Ilya interrupts, and Shane notices the tension in his entire body when he speaks. “I ran out of contacts,” Shane says. “So you are wearing glasses to practice?” “Yeah, it’s just one practice,” he says defensively, even though he’s done nothing wrong. “I’ll grab a pair of contacts from the eye doctor this afternoon." “Right,” Ilya says, his eyes laser-focused on Shane’s face as his lips set in a tight line. “Is that a problem?” Shane quips, and it comes off kind of bitchy, but he’s so confused as to why Ilya would have any issue with him wearing his glasses to one practice. He normally loves Shane in glasses. Ilya seems to shake himself out of whatever weird-ass mood he’d fall into. He smiles, but it looks strained. “Of course not. Let’s go.” ___ Or, Shane has to wear his glasses to practice and Ilya absolutely cannot deal with it.
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Stuck in this, so let's do it together by Anonymous
Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-02-08
Here lies Ilya Rozanov. Cause of death: Shane Hollander speaking Russian and not kissing him.
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pour us a road, we'll both drink and drive by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-02-08
“Sex, Hollander,” Ilya says because he’s suddenly not in the mood to do anything except spell it out. “I am talking about sex in the Porsche.”
“Oh,” Shane says as Ilya starts to suck at skin covering taught muscles. “You’ve thought about that before, I take it.”
Ilya groans against him. “You have no idea.”
There’s a good chance Shane will shut him down. It’s reckless afterall, and even he can recognize that. But he also knows that there’s a part of Shane that loves to do things he shouldn’t. It’s the whole fucking reason they started this thing in the first place. There’s a part of him that beats at the cage of his control. A part that only Ilya seems to be able to release.
He really hopes that part wins out.
“That sounds like a really terrible idea,” Shane says, his voice strained between breathy pants, and Ilya’s fine with it. Really. He’s sure they’ll have tons of other opportunities to do stupid sexy shit one day. But then– “But I think I’m just tipsy enough to let it happen.”
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Or, on Ilya's last night in Boston, he and Shane take his car for one final ride.
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Mint and Candied Oranges by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-08
Three times Shane fucked himself on his foster father’s knot while he slept, and one time Ilya was awake for it.
The rules of their foster relationship were simple: don't ask about the blood, don't touch the guns, and definitely don't ride your alpha father's cock while he's blackout drunk.
Shane is very bad at following rules.
- Part 20 of Cross-Checked & Kissed (smut oneshots)
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...I guess I should just say it. I was wondering if you'd—”
“I think we should stop seeing each other.”
“—like to come to my cottage this summer.”
The plate slips from Shane's hand and shatters on the kitchen floor.
Or: Shane doesn't get injured that night Montreal plays Boston. Ilya follows through on his plan to break things off with him. Well, he tries, at least.
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6 Months by Nituaii
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-02-03
Shane didn't know what he should say, what he could say. They hadn't talked since that night, hadn't been in contact much. Which at first hadn't worried Shane. It wasn't unusual for them to go longer periods of time without contact, and especially with the Olympics looming so close, with them both being chosen for their teams, it had only seemed logical to focus on their duties. He hadn't worried. Had lived in that blissful state of finally knowing what it felt like to be taken, of sharing the arguably most intimate part of himself with someone he trusted. Knew he could trust. Thought he could trust. OR: What happened during those 6 months when Ilya ignored Shane? How did that time change things for Shane?
- Part 7 of
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Ilya thinks he’s being a good friend to Troy when he gets Troy to confess his crush to him. But when the crush turns out to be Shane, HIS Shane, he does the most stupid thing he could possibly do. He gives Troy Shane’s number. Ilya Rozanov wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand as he stepped off the ice after another grueling practice session in Ottawa. His muscles ached in that satisfying way, the kind that reminded him he was alive, pushing limits. His teammates were scattered in the locker room, some laughing about a drill, others stripping off gear with tired grunts. Ilya felt a buzz of anticipation wash through him as he remembered his boyfriend Shane was due to visit this weekend, and just the thought of it made the world feel a little less heavy. Sneaking around had always been exhausting. But those stolen moments? Worth every fucking risk. Troy Barrett was hanging back by his stall, twisting his gloves in his hands like they owed him money, Ilya noticed. A few months ago, after a late-night game, after weeks of talking and trying to get Troy to trust him, had cornered Ilya in the empty hallway and spilled his secret that he was gay. He'd said it in a whisper, eyes darting around to make sure there was nobody nearby when he said it. Ilya had just shrugged, clapped him on the back, and told him it was no big deal. “Your life, your business Barrett,” he'd said. "I got secrets too." Troy had looked relieved, like a weight had lifted, and since then, there was this unspoken bond between them. Ilya respected that trust if he was being honest. it wasn't easy being different in a league full of homophobic, straight people. But now, Troy looked downright nervous, shifting from foot to foot, his face flushed under the locker room lights. He kept glancing at Ilya, then away, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Ilya arched an eyebrow as he unlaced his skates, tossing his helmet into his bag and faced him. "What? You look like you swallowed bad borscht. Or maybe you finally realized your slapshot sucks. Spit it out Barrett." Troy let out a nervous chuckle, but it came out strained, like he was forcing it a little. “Nah, man. My slapshot's fine, dare I say better than yours on a bad day. Hey, can we talk? Somewhere private? Not here with these clowns eavesdropping." Ilya nodded, curiosity getting the better of him. He grabbed his towel and slung it over his shoulder. "Sure. Hallway? Or you need a confessional booth?" They stepped into the dim corridor, the door clicking shut behind them, muffling the locker room noise to a distant sound. Troy leaned against the wall, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, his eyes fixed on the floor like a child waiting to be scolded by a parent. What could Troy possible be so nervous about? Ilya couldn’t stop wondering to himself. He was about to say “Spit it out Barrett, I don’t have all day to play guess my thoughts game with you,” but then Troy spoke before he got the chance. "Okay, so... there's this player I like. Or, I think I like. He's just hot, like really hot. Got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. It lights up his whole face, you know? Makes you want to stare forever. And his eyes? Man, they're killer. Plus, he's got that whole intense, focused vibe on the ice like he owns the puck." Ilya grinned wide, leaning in with genuine excitement. This was new territory for Troy. Crushes weren't something he'd brought up before. It felt good to be the confidant and also hearing first hand gossip that he was definitely going to tell Shane later that night. But Ilya wasn’t going to tell him that. “Oh? Good for you Barrett. Finally getting some action in that boring life of yours? Who is mystery man? Tell me. I know every player in league. Maybe I set up introduction for you, yes? Or scare him into confessing if he’s into men?” Troy's face turned even redder, and he hesitated, biting his lip like he was debating running back to the locker room. This was new, Ilya thought. He couldn’t remember Troy ever being this flustered before. Not even when he had finally confessed to him he was gay. “I don't know if I should say it though” “Why” Ilya’s curiosity reached an all time peak at that. Who was this player? Whoever this player was, it had to be a tough guy or someone that seemed out of his league for Troy to be so nervous about telling him. “It’s kinda bold. And he's like out of my league. Way out. Like I'm a beer league scrub and he's NHL All-Star material." "Come on," Ilya urged, his voice light and encouraging. He slapped Troy's arm playfully. “Don't be shy like little puppy Barrett. Even if you too chicken to ask him out, I do it for you. I talk to guy, make it happen. Tell him you're great catch, strong and also quiet type. Girls love that yes? Guys too probably. Easy peasy. “Well I don’t know if girls or guys in general love that but maybe…” Troy trailed off, one hand still resting nervously at the bottom of his head, scratching lightly, but Ilya cut in, already losing his patience. “Who? Spill Barrett or I start guessing. Which player is it? Is it that one you almost fought with the other day from Toronto? The one with weird mustache?" Troy shook his head quickly, a small nervous laugh escaping him. “No, god no. That mustache is a crime. Alright fine. But don't laugh, okay?" He took a deep, shaky breath, his eyes finally meeting Ilya's. "It's Hollander." The word hung in the air, and for a split second, Ilya didn't process it. Then shock slammed into him like a body check against the boards, hard, unexpected, leaving him winded and almost losing balance. His mind raced, hard and fast. “Hollander? "Who? Hollander Isaac?" There was one minor league scrub named Isaac Hollander, right? A nobody with average skills and zero presence. Had to be him. Please let it be him.The only other “Hollander” option here was well, oh fuck! It couldn’t be right?
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find light in the beautiful sea by weeb_grass
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-31
“Ilya,” he breathes into Shane's open, slightly panting mouth. Shane jostles their position, pointing his thumb at his own chest in an exaggerated manner. “Shane,” he replies. Quietly, like it's a request, not a statement. Ilya's eyes gentle, and he kisses Shane's nose. “Shane.” Or: another "Shane stays post-tuna melt scene" fic.
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Slip of the Tongue by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-01-27
One accidental word sends Shane spiraling, but Ilya knows exactly what Shane needs—and he’s going to make him ask for it properly.
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Shane accidentally calls Ilya Dad and realizes he might have a daddy kink
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how I've lived 'til now, I tell them I don't know by imbihesgay
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-26
Still, there’s something that sticks in his chest about all of this, feeling like somehow, he’s failed. Baby should have turned on her own by now. What is he doing wrong? Everything else about the pregnancy so far has been textbook. He’s done everything right- his diet, his exercise routine, prenatal yoga, Lamaze class, protein shakes, oil massages- Seriously, he's done every single thing the pregnancy books advised him to do. He hasn’t missed a single one. Yet, somehow, he’s failed at this. And this is pretty fucking important. If she’s not head down, he can’t safely deliver her. And if he can’t do that- Christ. Shane exhales again, rubbing his hands deliberately over the aching stretch of skin on his belly. He pushes against her stubborn little foot, low on his side. “Why don’t you wanna flip, little girl?” he asks softly, brows furrowed. “I did the stupid elephant walk and I burned moxa at my feet. I’ve done the stretches, I let your dad massage my belly, I’ve tried everything. What am I doing wrong, hm?” -or, shane is 36wks pregnant with their first baby, and she's being stubborn about flipping head down-
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hard launch, soft landing by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-24
A series of vignettes, as told through Instagram.
Or: Ilya and Shane learn to love vocally.
(NOTE: each chapter can be read as a separate piece. one story = one Insta post)
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