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First Love/Late Spring by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-10-20
After the Tuna Melt Incident, Shane and Ilya gradually started drifting apart. Texts became more scarce, hook-ups less frequent and feelings pushed aside until, in the moment of absolute panic, Shane ghosted Ilya fully.
Now, three years later, Shane Hollander and Rose Landry are engaged. Shane's life finally seems to be going in the right direction. No distractions, great girl, lots of hockey.
And then the new season starts and trades between teams happen.
And Ilya Rozanov, whom Shane promised himself to forget, is suddenly on the same team.
And, worst of all, he becomes the Alternate Captain.- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 395,390
- Chapters:
- 40/40
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79742816
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Shane joins Ilya on a quick trip to Moscow, which soon transforms into a nightmare. Ilya is arrested and targeted so harshly that he's not sure Russia will let him go this time.
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Shane witnesses Ilya's family.
Alexei and Ilya's relationship is explored.
Yuna flies to Russia.
Lots of Svetlana.
Healing journey fluff afterwards.- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 142,860
- Chapters:
- 21/21
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #78329636
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The Distance Between Us by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-30
Ilya Rozanov has spent ten years circling Shane Hollander. Ten years of hotel rooms and secret phone calls. Ten years of pretending he doesn't feel it, doesn't need it, doesn't wake up reaching for someone who's already gone. Ten years convincing himself he's not good enough. That he's not worth it.
Then a plane needs to make an emergency landing near Montreal, and Yuna Hollander is on it.
So when Shane calls him from a bathroom floor, unable to breathe, Ilya stops pretending.
After five hundred miles of frozen highway, three and a half hours of driving like a man possessed, a hospital waiting room full of people who have every reason to hate him, and a boy who looks at him like he's something worth keeping, Ilya may have learned a thing or two about what it means to be loved—and to let himself love freely.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 104,414
- Chapters:
- 3/3
- Files:
- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #81207291
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They say it’s my fault (but I want him so much) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-03-23
Ilya Rozanov always knew that Shane Hollander carried the Montreal Metros on his shoulders, but when the whole world gets to see the same thing, the game changes.
And having to watch his boyfriend exhaust himself playing practically alone while his teammates ignore him makes anger bubble in Ilya's chest.
But it's at his own press conference that things... heat up.OR,
Ilya's POV interview after the Centaurs' victory and Shane's stumble, in which the author continues to rant about the Montreal Metros/Voyageurs being assholes.- Part 2 of Nobody else, so we can be free
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 12,805
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #81702171
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This was what tended to scare Shane the most, when Ilya was unwell: the gradual loss of him, despite being physically there. He would go quiet, blank, slow to speak and slow to respond, nothing like the pulse of intense energy and liveliness that sparked in him at his baseline. Shane missed him, when he was away in that place. It was not a place Ilya could always describe, and it was not somewhere Shane could rescue him from, or even join him in for company. So Shane waited, every time, for him to come back. He always came back. That was the only relief in it.
- Part 2 of snowdrops
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 14,051
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #81324646
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He Hit Him and it Felt like a Kiss by Dandeliondaisiesdukes
Heated Rivalry (TV), Heated Rivalry (TV) RPF
2026-02-25
When Ilya throws a punch on the ice after a homophobic remark, Shane hates seeing Ilya hurt. They don’t argue and where Shane’s tears finally stop the fight. The locker room is a pressure cooker, but they don’t crack. Not there. Shane keeps his face carefully neutral while he changes, answers a teammate’s joke with the right tone, the right smile. Ilya can feel him watching anyway. Can feel the heat of it without ever looking up. His knuckles throb, split and swollen, but he keeps his hands busy, tapes them himself, jaw locked. When their eyes meet, Shane gives the smallest nod. You good? Ilya nods back. Later. Later is a long drive home with the radio on low and neither of them speaking. Later is the apartment door clicking shut behind them, the quiet rushing in too fast. Shane drops his bag by the door. “I didn’t like that you fought him.” Ilya exhales through his nose. Here we go. “You weren’t supposed to.” “I saw it,” Shane says. “I heard it. I didn’t like it.” “He crossed a line.” “I know,” Shane replies. “That doesn’t mean you had to break your hand.” Ilya turns, irritation flaring. “It’s hockey.” “That’s not an answer.” “It is,” Ilya snaps. “This happens every night.” “And every night I hate it,” Shane shoots back. “I hate watching you get hurt.” Ilya scoffs. “I’m fine.” “You’re bleeding,” Shane says. “You’re always bleeding.” Ilya bristles. “So what, you want me to just stand there?” “No,” Shane says, frustrated. “I want you to stop acting like violence is the only language you have.” That stings. “I didn’t fight because I don’t know any better,” Ilya says coldly. “I fought because someone said something about you.” “And I didn’t ask you to,” Shane fires back. “I don’t want to be the excuse you use to wreck yourself.” “Don’t do that,” Ilya says. “Don’t make it sound like I regret it.” “I’m not,” Shane says. “I’m saying I don’t like watching you pay the price.” “You don’t get to decide how I play,” Ilya snaps. “I’m not trying to,” Shane says. “I’m telling you how it feels to sit there and watch you throw your body into something that could cost you games, seasons, careers—” “So now I’m irresponsible,” Ilya interrupts. “No,” Shane says. “You’re reckless.” Silence slams down between them. Ilya’s voice drops. “You knew who I was.” “And you knew who I was,” Shane shoots back. “Someone who worries. Someone who loves you enough to be scared.” “That’s not my fault.” “I didn’t say it was,” Shane says. “But it is my reality.” Ilya runs a hand through his hair, pacing now. “You think the league is going to protect you? You think refs give a shit?” “I think you getting suspended doesn’t help me,” Shane snaps. “I think you getting concussed doesn’t help me. I think you bleeding on the ice because someone wanted to get under your skin about me doesn’t help either of us.” “So I should just let them say it,” Ilya says bitterly. “Let them think it’s okay.” “I’m asking you to trust me to handle my own battles,” Shane says. “I don’t need you throwing punches for me like I’m made of glass.” “I’m not protecting you because you’re weak,” Ilya says. “I’m protecting you because I love you.” “And I love you,” Shane fires back, voice breaking just a little, “which is why I don’t want to watch you destroy yourself.” “That’s dramatic,” Ilya snaps. “It was one fight.” “It’s never one fight,” Shane says. “It’s always one more.” “You don’t get to cherry-pick parts of me,” Ilya says. “Hockey is violent. You don’t get me without that.”
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,615
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #80209841
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"I’m sorry, I am just—” He drops his fork to wave his hand around, the way he does when he's searching for the proper word. He knows enough English words to describe what it is he’s feeling, but they don’t feel like adequate descriptors. My father, the man I loathe, is dying, and there is nothing I can do to save him. Everyone in my life expects so little of me, and I feel as though I may disappear. I feel like, if I did disappear, perhaps the world would be all the better for it. You are the only man in my life who has made me feel happy to take up space. Shane, tell me, what is the English word for this?
Ilya Rozanov's okay, not good, probably bad day.
Set during a liminal space of my design between the All-Star game and Ilya's father's death.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 9,640
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79694056
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It's been weeks. They've gone without seeing each other for far longer than this, but ever since they announced the charity they've been making up for lost time. Now weeks of separation feel like years. or: Shanes no good very bad day.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,179
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #78920921
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“Hi Irina.” Ilya feels his blood still in his veins. His vision almost immediately blurs at the sound of his mother’s name falling so gently from Shane’s lips. Shane rambles something, almost to himself, before: “I’m Shane. Shane Hollander. And I’m in love with your son, Ilya.” Ilya’s breath catches, heart lurching in his chest, fluttering almost painfully as the realization hits him: He’s introducing himself to her. . . or Shane talks to Ilya’s mom, Ilya overhears.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,813
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #78516766
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the days can be so lonely by aioio
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-18
When Hayden Pike’s mother is diagnosed with dementia, the last person he expects to understand is Ilya Rozanov. Grief has a way of finding common ground.
- Part 1 of hard conversations
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 6,375
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #77883326
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Shane almost misses the stench of a cigarette beside him after sex.
Shane has never smoked a cigarette in his life, but right now he’s craving the smell. Craving the specific ones Ilya smokes. It’s pathetic.
Shane is sitting up against his headboard, but he’s not alone in bed. Miles, Rose’s actor friend, lays next to him, eyes closed as he relaxes in the afterglow. For some reason, Shane doesn’t feel much of an afterglow himself.
After Rose breaks up with Shane, he sleeps with Miles, but all he can think about afterwards is Ilya.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,722
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77866376
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Svetlana lets Ilya know that Alexei had another daughter. He has two nieces. And they need him. **COMPLETE**
- Part 1 of A Typical Canadian Family
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 9,396
- Chapters:
- 6/6
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76626446
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The cocky curl of his lips was all the confirmation Shane needed. You really did time it, you fucker. Ilya’s decisive goal came two point six seconds before the end of the game. Not accidentally. He did it to spite the Montreal Metros. Shane most of all. It was cruel. Ilya Rozanov, with his Russian pride and mannerisms was cruel. Except for the times when he came to Shane’s hotel room. Or when Shane went to his. It was insane how Ilya always changed behind closed doors. How his smile turned genuine, how the weight of expectations lifted from his shoulders, and only the sweet lust remained, cradling Shane in its attentive arms. Ilya on the ice, wearing the colours of his team, and Ilya in the bedroom, wearing nothing, were two different people. TL;DR: Fuck toxic masculinity, everyone is allowed to cry!
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 3,854
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77524161
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Ilya sat straight up after falling, and he looked to his immediate left, seeing the motionless body sprawled out on the ice. It didn’t register to him right away, though it should have. Then, he noticed the blood, a small pool starting to form under Shane’s head. No. no no no nonononono. He glanced down at his skates, noticing a small trace of blood on the tip of his right blade. He felt like he was going to puke.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 23,595
- Chapters:
- 11/11
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #76761131
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"He seems to understand immediately what's going on, because he turns Ilya towards him, even though he's considerably taller and has much more body mass than David. No matter how big a child grows, to their parents they will always remain a child. Even though Ilya isn't his son, this unwritten rule definitely applies here." or: Missing scene between Ilya and David in Episode 6: The Cottage.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,762
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77222076