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You’ll go to heaven and I’ll go to hell in the meantime by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-03-30
After Vegas, Shane begins to give up on Ilya and looks for a new way to feel wanted.
Ilya, of course, finds out about this and locks in.
A small dose of jealousy and a bigger dose of communication add up to change the trajectory of their affair from 2014 onward.
- Part 1 of 2014 Remix
- Language:
- English
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- 29,141
- Chapters:
- 7/7
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- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #80275726
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Twelve hours, Shane reminds himself. Twelve hours, and then he can come home and sleep for as long as he needs with nobody to disturb him. He can do this. --- Or, Shane gets sick and thinks he can hide it. Ilya sees right through him.
- Language:
- English
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- 7,852
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79976646
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the first cut was the deepest (and the next one was a soft touch) by only_the_golden
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-30
A flickering light in the locker room sends Shane into a meltdown after his first game against Montreal since joining Ottawa. Title from "Work Out" by Rainbow Kitten Surprise
- Part 6 of Autistic Shane Hollander One-Shots
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- English
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #78568296
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Would they get into trouble with their own team over this? Probably. Would it be worth it? Abso-fucking-lutely. “He’s doing it again,” Dykstra stage-whispered, pulling Ilya back to reality. “It’s getting weird.” Bood nodded. “Yeah. How he actually managed to land Hollzy with that creepy smile is beyond me.” Ilya snorted. “Fuck off, idiots.” “Ah,” Wyatt made a cheerful noise. “He’s back! We missed you, Cap.” “But we’d also appreciate it if you could stop grinning like a lunatic,” Chouinard said, pointing at Ilya’s face. “You look like you’re about to become the Metros’ worst nightmare.” OR For months, Shane has been treated like an outcast—branded a traitor by the city he once called home. Now he can’t wait to leave Montreal behind for good. Yet, determined to keep his dignity, he takes part in one final fan event to raise money for a children’s hospital. On the surface, it’s simple enough. Fans exchange money for an autograph, a picture and a fleeting moment with their former hero—nothing Shane hasn’t done countless times over the past decade. This time, however, his final obligation to the team doesn’t end the way he expects.
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- English
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- 8,506
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- 1/1
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- AO3:
- #77821201
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Shane needs a break at a charity gala, luckily Ilya knows exactly what he needs.
- Part 2 of hollanov’s filthy escapades
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- English
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- 1/1
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- 1
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- #77401501
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Shane doesn’t say he’s overwhelmed. He never does. He shows up instead—later than planned, jaw tight, movements clipped like every second is being audited. His bag lands by the door with more force than necessary. He stands there for a moment too long, as if waiting for instructions he hasn’t been given. Ilya clocks it immediately. “Hey,” he says gently, already closing the distance. “Come here.” Shane shakes his head once, sharp. “Just—give me a minute.” Ilya gives him thirty seconds. Then he takes Shane’s wrist—not tight, not demanding—and guides him further into the apartment. “Shoes off,” he says, voice calm, certain. “Jacket too.” or Ilya takes care of an overwhelmed and overstimulated Shane by letting him float away into subspace for a bit. Shane doesn’t say he’s overwhelmed. He never does. He shows up instead—later than planned, jaw tight, movements clipped like every second is being audited. His bag lands by the door with more force than necessary. He stands there for a moment too long, as if waiting for instructions he hasn’t been given. Ilya clocks it immediately. “Hey,” he says gently, already closing the distance. “Come here.” Shane shakes his head once, sharp. “Just—give me a minute.” Ilya gives him thirty seconds. Then he takes Shane’s wrist—not tight, not demanding—and guides him further into the apartment. “Shoes off,” he says, voice calm, certain. “Jacket too.” Shane exhales, something brittle easing. He does as he’s told. Good. Ilya takes the bag, sets it aside. He steers Shane toward the couch, presses him down with a hand on his shoulder. “Sit.” Shane sits. It’s small. It’s nothing. But it’s also everything—permission to stop managing, to stop anticipating, to stop being the one who has to decide what happens next. Ilya disappears into the kitchen and comes back with a glass of water, sets it in Shane’s hands. “Drink.” Shane does. His hands shake just a little. Ilya sits beside him, close enough that their thighs touch. He doesn’t ask questions. He doesn’t ask Shane to explain. He just starts grounding them back into the same room. “Phone,” Ilya says, holding out his hand. Shane hesitates. Then he hands it over. Ilya puts it face‑down on the table, out of reach. “Good.” Shane swallows. His shoulders slump, just barely, like a structure being allowed to fail safely. “I didn’t realize how loud it was,” Shane says finally, staring at nothing. Ilya nods. “It gets like that.” He shifts, pulls Shane gently but firmly against him, Shane’s back to Ilya’s chest. He wraps his arms around Shane’s middle, solid and warm. Shane stiffens for half a second out of habit —then melts. Ilya rests his chin on Shane’s shoulder. “You don’t have to think right now,” he murmurs. “I have you.” Shane’s breath shudders. “I don’t know what I need.” “That is okay,” Ilya says without hesitation. “I do.” He adjusts the blanket over them. Turns the lights lower. Presses a slow, steady rhythm into Shane’s side with his thumb, counting breaths Shane doesn’t realize he’s following. Minutes pass. Maybe more. Shane leans back fully now, trusting the weight behind him. “You’re good at this,” he says, voice soft, almost surprised. Ilya smiles into his hair. “You let me be.” Shane is quiet for a long moment. Then, barely audible: “Thank you.” Ilya tightens his arms, just a little. “Anytime.” Later—much later—when Shane’s thoughts have slowed and the world has shrunk back to a manageable size, Ilya asks one more thing. “Stay?” Shane doesn’t hesitate this time. “Yeah.” And for once, he doesn’t feel like he’s choosing. He feels like he’s being taken care of. Ilya doesn’t move for a long while. He waits until Shane’s breathing has evened out, until the tension has fully drained from his shoulders. Only then does he speak again. “Okay,” he says quietly. “Next thing.”
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- English
- Words:
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #75848601