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Thin Walls (Five All Stars where Scott had the room next to Ilya, and one where he didn't) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-10-23
What if Scott ended up in the room next to Ilya every fucking time they were at All Stars together?
Maybe he should find a way to let Rozanov know what he overheard. Point out that he's fucking lucky it was Scott next door and not a different player or someone in management. Maybe he should slip the name of the resort he went to in Ibiza last summer under Rozanov's door to make up for the fact that he just got himself off picturing what it would be like to be fucked by him.
Maybe he should just do his very, very best to forget this ever happened.
Spoiler alert: he won't forget
- Language:
- English
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- 3,491
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #95234051
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your good buddy lily by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-06-20
of all things, hayden doesn't expect a t-shirt to be the thing that exposes it all
- Language:
- English
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- 22,024
- Chapters:
- 5/5
- Files:
- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #75638591
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Shane and Ilya are different behind closed doors.
A multi POV fic that allows other characters to get a glimpse behind the wall.- Language:
- English
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- 22,470
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #82053071
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It's not the worst thing Cliff's ever done, by far, but he wouldn't exactly say he's proud of it either. It's surprisingly easy to get the number from Roz's phone, despite it being practically glued to his hand all the time. But 8 shots and 3 beers will do that to a man, Cliff supposes - even a Russian one. He's doing this for Roz, and for the team. Sure, the boys had probably been joking when they'd mentioned going "straight to source" to solve The Montreal Jane Problem, but the last 6 weeks had been frankly unbearable. He wasn't sure what exactly Roz had done, but it had to be fixable. They'd been texting for years, for christ's sake. Undoubtedly messy and unconventional, but clearly this Jane was way more important than Roz was willing to admit. Maybe even to himself. Maybe that was the problem. _________________ (Or, Cliff starts texting "Jane" before the 2017 All Star Game, and things sort of go from there.)
- Language:
- English
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- 10,248
- Chapters:
- 2/2
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #81517151
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Hayden just wanted to surprise Shane with a guy’s night in. Shane had been flat lately, and he and JJ thought it would be nice to distract him with friendship.
How they ended up stuck in a fucking closet watching Shane get dicked down harder than anyone in the history of the world has ever been dicked down, Hayden would never quite understand.- Language:
- English
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- 13,250
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #81188126
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“I don’t care that he’s gay!” Hayden says. Shane turns finally, locking eyes with Hayden, searching for any truth in that statement. Because there’s a difference between knowing theoretically that you share a locker room with a gay guy and seeing him ride a dick like it’s his life’s purpose. “I don’t. You know that. I just…him?”
“Yes,” Shane says softly. “Him.”
Hayden lets out a guttural groan. “Jesus, man. You couldn’t at least top him?”
Or: 6 times Shane and Ilya get walked in on, +1 time they walk in on someone else
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 5,386
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #80656521
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When I Look in the Mirror (I see you too) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-23
At the MHL awards in Vegas there is only one bathroom back stage, it just so happens Scott Hunter is trying to get a breather when the two people he had been trying to avoid all night come in and seem to miss that he’s there.
What will he overhear? And how will it change things.
- Part 1 of How they find out.
- Language:
- English
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- 4,084
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #80095131
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“Come on,” Comeau says. “Are we all just supposed to pretend it's normal that you’re still playing house with Ilya Rozanov?”
“Gil—” J.J. says, but Shane doesn’t want him to finish that sentence, to pull Comeau gently off the ledge he’s steering himself toward. Shane wants to push him, kicking and screaming, to make them say it to his fucking face. That after all this time, they still hate him for the heinous crime of falling in love.
“We’ve been married for two years,” Shane says. “I’m not sure that qualifies as playing house. I mean, it’s longer than you were with your first wife, isn’t it?”
Or: Shane reunites with his former teammates at J.J.'s bachelor party. He's finally ready to say (and maybe punch) his piece.
- Language:
- English
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- 5,539
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #79898801
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"Fucking moron." Cliff mutters. "Who doesn't like eating pussy? Well. I mean." He darts a glance out of the corner of his eye. Rozanov chuckles into the mouth of his beer. "Marley, you know how much pussy I've eaten?" "I just meant--I wasn't trying to be insensitive. I know Hollander's gay." "Mm. True, Shane would cry." He tilts his beer into his mouth then, so Cliff almost doesn't hear him say, "Different for him with cock, though." Cliff laughs. "You're a fuckin' dog, Rozy." "Whaaat? I'm just saying, my husband? Fucking lo-o-ves to suck cock. Loves it." Cliff is just trying to be a good friend. He's not realizing anything about himself at all.
- Language:
- English
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- 4,825
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- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #79707986
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“Okay, no, you’re right. Fuck the Admirals. But fuck their stupid gay-kiss Stanley Cup win, too.”
What?
Another moment of quiet, then:
“I never kissed my boyfriend on the ice, though,” Shane muttered resentfully. Hayden’s heart thudded at the bitterness in his tone. Shane didn’t talk like that.As Shane becomes more comfortable in his and Ilya’s relationship, he starts letting his guard down, bit by bit. Hayden is subject to some very confusing one-sided phone conversations.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 16,547
- Chapters:
- 6/6
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #78314896
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Breakfast waits, feelings linger.
- Part 2 of Scrabble Is Boring Anyway
- Language:
- English
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- 3,194
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #78245561
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If the percentage of gay ex-boyfriends Rose has was anything less than 70%, or if her self- esteem had been any lower, she might have been offended or hurt right now. The realization had started slowly. And still, even now, her own experience with Shane and what she knows of him only allows for the picture to change slightly and become one of him actually enjoying sex, but not anything beyond that. He is still socially uncomfortable and hates talking about sex except for that one joke that started out as one of the worst sentences Rose thinks she’s ever uttered out loud. The shy and hesitant version of Shane is still firmly cemented in her mind. Rose is curious, though. She never really stops being curious. It’s why she’s standing here, hidden, not moving a muscle or making a sound as she becomes an accidental voyeur of Shane and Ilya as Shane rides Ilya on the couch.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,429
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #78191781
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ilya's been away for a week with no one to toy with... he comes home to find shane has been feeling equally desperate and happily joins in on the fun
- Language:
- English
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- 2,542
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77984561
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Ilya is giving Cliff a ride to the club. Should be fine right until an overly horny Shane Hollander starts texting his husband. But Ilya can’t be on his phone and drive that would be dangerous. So he has his best friend Cliff Marlow answer for him. It gets steamy.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,513
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #78026146
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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
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 7,224
- Chapters:
- 6/6
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77596516
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“Any special someone you’re planning to celebrate the win with?” Ilya takes a moment to think. “Ah, my dog, Anya. She is very special to me.” He pauses, then, “So is her pretty pet sitter.” Shane’s jaw drops. or, shane is anya's dog walker and occasional pet sitter. her owner, on the other hand, makes being professional extremely difficult.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 9,176
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77394741
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The things Hayden will do for his wife (and his best friend) (definitely not for himself) by frizzyanya
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-09
THE MUTE BUTTON ON SHANE'S PHONE DIDN'T WORK
- Part 3 of Teammate Shenanigans
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- English
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- 2,817
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- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77352206
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The team celebrates Shane Hollander’s mysterious new girlfriend. Hayden Pike, unfortunately, thinks Shane is cheating on her with Ilya Rozanov. Hayden Pike prided himself on reading people sharper than anyone else in the Montreal Metros’ locker room. He could clock a lie, a hangover, or a guy’s panic before the laces were even knotted. That skill had been earned the hard way, through seasons of listening to teammates bullshit their way around bad hookups, brutal benders, or shifts they’d rather forget. Yet none of that groundwork prepared him for the afternoon the entire room turned into a pack of howling teenagers because Shane Hollander was apparently, at long last, getting steady pussy. The mayhem ignited from nothing more than the usual post-practice sloppiness. Phones and gear lay scattered across benches as guys rushed for showers or the parking lot. Shane, still soaked in sweat, had dropped his phone face-up and walked off to the showers without a second thought. The screen glowed brightly when a notification slid in from a contact saved simply as “Lily.” The message hit like a slapshot: “come tonight 🍆” The rookie who spotted it first let out a whoop that ricocheted off the tiled walls. “Holy shit, Captain’s got a girl!” Hayden had learned years ago that a hockey locker room operated like one giant, not-very- bright organism. Individually, the players varied widely, from intelligent types to complete meatheads who sometimes seemed unsure which direction the rink faced. As soon as the group latched onto a scandalous bit of gossip, however, the collective grip tightened more securely than new tape wrapped around a stick blade. Facts became irrelevant. From that moment forward, Shane Hollander was indisputably enjoying sex with a woman named Lily, and the verdict stood final. The news brought an involuntary grin to Hayden’s face. He could easily imagine Shane navigating those awkward, sincere dates, arriving with flowers in hand, holding doors open, and working hard to impress a woman already bold enough to send an eggplant emoji without hesitation. The whole picture carried an oddly endearing quality, absurd as it was, and Hayden experienced a ridiculous rush of pride, as though he had somehow orchestrated the end of Shane’s famously prolonged drought. The moment Shane returned from the showers, towel tied low around his hips and hair still dripping, the onslaught of ribbing crashed into him like a blindside hit. The guys didn’t hold back. “Lily got you smiling like that, huh, Hollander?” “She got a friend who’s into defensemen?” “Tell her the whole room owes her a fruit basket for finally popping your cherry right.” Shane’s face went scarlet, the flush starting at his ears and spreading quickly. It was the same one he got when coaches yelled at him or when he missed an easy shot. He muttered something half-hearted about them minding their own fucking business, but the words came out weak and only made everyone laugh harder. As the crowd thinned and they stepped into the quieter hallway, Hayden pulled Shane aside with a light grip on his arm. Shane looked at him with cautious eyes. “Hayden,” he started, his voice low. Hayden lifted both hands in a peaceful gesture. “Relax, man. You don’t have to say anything. I’m just happy for you. Seriously. About time you got your dick wet somewhere that isn’t your own hand.” Shane opened his mouth, then closed it again. He offered one of those tight smiles that could mean anything from thank you to go fuck yourself. Hayden took it as gratitude. After all, Shane was a good dude. He worked hard and was the kind of guy who would spot you a hundred bucks without ever mentioning it again. He deserved someone to go home to, someone who could ride him until he forgot about turnovers and penalty kills for a few hours, even if imagining Shane actually in bed felt strangely impossible with that clean-cut face of his. Later that night, after the game against Boston, Hayden could not sleep. The game had been typical enough where Ilya Rozanov was concerned. Ilya had been his usual insufferable self, smirking across the ice like he owned the rink and chirping Shane in Russian that sounded suspiciously flirty. But rivals were going to rival, so Hayden pushed the thought aside. Still, insomnia gripped Hayden tightly. He had forgotten the melatonin gummies Jackie always packed in his travel bag, complete with her usual lecture on self-care. Too restless to stay in bed, he wandered the hotel hallways in his sweats, barefoot, hoping for anything that might quiet the buzz in his head. He had just reached Shane’s door when a sound stopped him cold. It was a moan that carried clearly through the thin walls. “Shit…” the voice rasped. Hayden’s pulse jumped. His first thought was injury. Maybe Shane had aggravated something in the third period and was toughing out the pain alone. Or perhaps he had hit the bar too hard after the game and was now regretting it. Or, more awkwardly, their strait-laced captain had turned up some hotel porn and forgotten to keep the volume down. Then another moan drifted, followed by a breathless, accented growl. Hayden froze. He recognized it instantly for what it was: pure, unfiltered sex.
- Language:
- English
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- 3,716
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77080941
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Ilya is fairly certain that you don’t accidentally walk in on your roommate half naked this often. Shane, for his part, seems completely uninterested in correcting that assumption. The semester has only just started and Rozanov has lost count of how many times hes walked in on Hollander getting dressed in their dorm room. Its becoming a bit of a problem. "Stop making this habit, Hollander," he groans and raises his hand to his eyes. But he allows himself a small gap between his fingers to get a look without his roommate noticing. Across the room, Hollander stands in a white towel and is frantically pushing clothes around on his bed to presumably find something to wear. He shifts and leans awkwardly, his towel opening to reveal a long stretch of muscled leg and the curve of Hollanders ass. "I swear, Im not," he says defensively. "You just have terrible timing." "Change in washroom. Like others," Rozanov mumbles. And he peeks again despite himself but immediately regrets it and snaps his fingers closed when he catches a quick glimpse of the dark hair between Hollander's thighs and the length of his soft cock. Feeling like being an asshole, and also maybe hoping to see more, Rozanov drops his hand and gives Hollander a once over. Hes blushing now and piling a shirt and pair of trousers into his arms. "You could just knock, like a normal person." "Is my room too, Hollander," he says, temper rising at the notion. "I know that, but still. Ease up, eh?" "Easel up, eh?" Rozanov mocks his accent back and makes his way over to his side of the room. Hollander just huffs and with a final survey of his bed, he finds a white pair of socks and makes a beeline for their shared washroom. "I'm going to get dressed in the washroom, now." “Good job, Hollander,” Rozanov calls after him. “Here is gold star for you.” When the sound of water starts in the bathroom, probably Hollander brushing his teeth or shaving his non existent facial hair, Ilya takes off his own hoodie. His fingers dig into the dark green material and he pulls it over his head and tosses it down onto the floor beside his bed. Next he tugs off his shirt, a simple t-shirt, white and featuring a Canadian band he liked as a kid, Billy Talent. Something he listened to a lot on his walkman, enjoying the way the English rolled around in his mind. He rubs his rough hands down the center of his torso, up and down the planes of skin and then he thinks... Maybe, perhaps, Hollander could do with a taste of his own medicine. Rozanov would be lying if he claimed he hadn’t imagined it before. Hollander flustered and pink, probably caught off guard. Hollander looking at him like that. The sight of him in a towel alone is enough to wind something tight and aching in Rozanov’s gut. If Hollander pushed--if he teased-- Preferably beneath him. The bathroom door opens. Hollander steps back into the room, fully dressed now, hair neatly combed. He stops short when he sees Rozanov shirtless on his bed. “Why are you undressed?” Hollander asks. “You just gave me shit about that. Like, two minutes ago.” He smells like mint and coconut and Rozanov hates that he knows that. Rozanov pulls his hand from his abdomen which has by now trailed far lower than he intended, "Is nothing. Leave me alone, Hollander." Brown eyes fall to where Ilyas hips sit in his jeans and he catches onto Hollanders eyes to let him know hes been caught. "Okay," is all he says, and settles into his bed. The next evening, Rozanov waits in their room. He knows that Hollander is supposed to be back from an extra hockey practise shortly. And he also knows that he'll be filled with adrenaline, his hair and skin damp with sweat. Thinking about it has him half hard in his trousers already. Eagerly, he shimmies out of them until theyre pooled around his ankles and he unbuttons his shirt with trembling fingers. The shirt finds its way to the floor. In only his white boxers and socks, he sits up on the edge of his bed. From his nightstand, he takes out a magazine he keeps burried under a pile of nonsense school work.
- Part 7 of heated rivalry: explicit collection
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,589
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #76965581
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After Shane and Ilya's marriage, an embarrassing habit forms: people start walking in on them in the middle of sex. Or five times they are walked in on and one time they walk in on someone else.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 12,527
- Chapters:
- 6/6
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #73812781