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Proof (That I Was Here) by OpalApparition
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-02-10
Ilya Rozanov has never had a drink that didn’t mean something, or didn’t make him think of someone. He’s had a lot of drinks. A history, told in cocktails.
- Language:
- English
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- 3,279
- Chapters:
- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #79273056
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̶B̶o̶y̶friends with benefits by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-09
“You are so pretty, Hollander. Your freckles err— take my breath.”
Shane glares. “Rozanov, you can’t say that here,” he says through gritted teeth. “They can hear us.”
“Who gives a fuck?” He declares with a careless shrug. “Whole world knows we are lovers, so what?”
The world most definitely does not need to know that he’s on Ilya’s extensive fuck buddies roster.
Or
According to Ilya, Shane is the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. If you ask Shane, he’ll tell you they are just fuck buddies.
- Part 2 of Gwen’s heated rivalry fics
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- English
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- 10,139
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- 4/4
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- 1
- AO3:
- #78940096
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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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- English
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- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #79165301
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Shane Hollander goes Casual (so cool and unbothered) by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-02-09
Shane Hollander is tired of wanting someone he cannot have, and he’s dying as he waits for someone who will not stay. Someone who doesn’t want to stay, not when there are so many others waiting for him. Fun of another variety, Shane left a treat amongst many.
It’s humiliating. It’s distracting. And it feels like shit.
He wishes he could erase his feelings, move on as easily. In an effort to gain back control over the ‘situation’ that has become his romantic attraction to a notorious player, Shane attempts at imitating Ilya Rozanov’s methods until he perfects them and becomes as good as keeping it light and casual as his rival.
Or Shane tries to Hoe Phase himself into a self discovery journey to choke and kill his feelings for Ilya Rozanov. Ilya is not the only who suffers from it, but he sure feels like he’s being choked and killed.
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Story ends after chapter 6 but I keep writing bonus because the hyper fixation doesn’t end.- Language:
- English
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- 26,658
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- AO3:
- #77581216
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something about the sunshine, baby by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-08
Ilya Rozanov can't understand what's so great about Shane Hollander. He's a conceited, vain, and superficial celebrity who only cares about money and his music. Probably. Ilya can never remember exactly what he dislikes about the man when Hollander looks at him with his mesmerizing eyes and lets him fuck him the way Ilya likes.
Whatever, he's never had such strong principles anyway.
- Part 1 of Every night the stars come out to play
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- English
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- 48,504
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- 2/2
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- 1
- AO3:
- #78608141
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Spolia Victoris by OpalApparition
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-02-08
“Does the Dominus enjoy serving a slave?” Ilya murmured. Shane looked up at him through dark lashes. His mouth was a hairsbreadth away from Ilya’s cock, and Ilya could see the exact moment the last of his composure burned out, shedding, the way a snake left its old skin behind, eyes bright and body underneath already new— —and instead of answering, Shane licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft, root to tip. The law calls Ilya a slave. The mob of Rome calls him their lion, their Gladiator. Senator’s son Shane calls him to his bed. Now Shane wants to call him free, but that means owning him first.
- Language:
- English
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- 19,095
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- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #79143956
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a secret to yourself by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-07
When you’re in love with someone as beautiful as Shane Hollander, you get used to being jealous.
God, do you ever.
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- English
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77790811
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love and lust (wanna be yours) by blankjournals
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-06
“You really wouldn’t mind if I had sex with someone else?” Ilya does mind. Hearing it said back to him, almost makes him flinch, a sudden and brittle sound right next to his ear that he fails to recoil from in time. But he swallows back the bitter truth and replies, “Of course not. If that is what you want.” He waits, sitting on his living room couch, phone pressed painfully against his ear, his other hand gripping his knees till his knuckles blanched. He could feel his own heart rattling behind his ribs, pulse rockingloudly. His mind was an echo of alarm, demanding of him: Why isn't Shane saying anything? It was the loudest silence he’s ever lived through, until Shane finally said, “Okay.” OR: inspired by the fight in TLG where Ilya tells Shane he can sleep with other men. But this time, Shane actually takes the offer.
- Part 1 of missing scenes from TLG 📖
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- English
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- 11,920
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- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #78995356
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A Fucking Babe by wilmonstan12345
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-02-04
"Maybe he should ask Ilya for Shane Hollander’s number. Shane was a fucking babe. The thought made Troy smile, and that was at least something.” *** What if in Role Model, Troy actually asked Ilya for Shane's number?
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- English
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- 7,593
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- 4/4
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- 1
- AO3:
- #73416901
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(do all the things that I should have done) when I was your man by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-04
Someone left Hayden Pike in charge of the music for Shane Hollander's Tribute his first time back in Montreal.
It goes about as well as you can expect
- Part 1 of When We Play Montreal
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- English
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #78911781
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How to Lose Your Boyfriend in One Sentence (The Worst Idea Ilya’s Ever Had) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-04
Ilya suggests Shane can sleep with other people because he’s trying to be selfless. Shane storms out because he thinks Ilya is trying to get rid of him. They both spend the next several hours spiraling in different cities: Shane in a Montreal bar, Ilya in his own head.
Shane tries to prove a point and almost throws up instead.
Ilya drives to Montreal like he’s about to commit a felony.
And Hayden Pike has to witness all of it.Or, two idiots in love speedrun an almost breakup and accidentally end up engaged.
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- AO3:
- #78897791
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The flight home seemed to take forever. So did the drive, even as he broke every speed limit. His hand was shaking when he tried to get the key in the door. Once, twice, he missed. Then it was flung open. Shane was standing there. He was dressed only in the smallest pair of briefs, the black fabric stretched over the curve of his muscular thighs and ass. A fine sheen of sweat covered his skin and his chest was heaving with shallow, panting breaths. His eyes were hazy and dark. He smelled like sweat and sweetness and Shane. Like everything Ilya had ever wanted since he was just a boy of seventeen. Or: Shane's suppressants are failing.
- Part 1 of "Yes, sweetheart."
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- #77295146
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Yesterday is History by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-02
Ilya wakes up confused. He’s pretty sure he fell asleep at home, in bed, with Shane fast asleep in his arms, but he wakes up on a flat surface with a pinch in his lower back. Had he fallen off the bed in the middle of the night? Neither he nor Shane move much in their sleep, but he supposes it isn’t impossible.
He levers himself up on one hand, stretching out his back slightly as he sits up. He’s definitely not in his bedroom anymore. The room he’s in is large and full of bulky hockey players spread out across the floor. Their soft groans and quiet questions begin to filter in his ears as they wake up as well. He sees some players he knows are on the Voyageurs, some of his own teammates, some coaching staff, and even some WAGs like Jackie Pike and Cassie Boodram. But the most important person in the room is laid out next to him, face slack and peaceful with sleep.
“Shane,” Ilya urges, shaking him. “Shane, wake up.”
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The obligatory characters watch their own show fic.
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- #78757276
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Barstool Sports Canada reports that Montreal Metros captain Shane Hollander has started learning Russian from new teammate and Russian rookie Sergei Dovonchezky.
Ilya has some thoughts. None of them are particularly kind.
- Part 6 of my heated rivalry anon fics
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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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- #78677876
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A video leaks on the internet: Ilya Rozanov, staggering drunk in an alley outside a club in Montreal. He's angry, then crying. What he's saying is pretty incoherent, but it seems like he and Rose Landry had a secret relationship in the past, and now he's jealous seeing her and Shane Hollander dancing together!
Well. That's what the internet concludes, anyway.
The denizens of r/mlhockey and r/mlhmess are delighted to follow this drama as it unfolds. Meanwhile, Shane and Ilya have to deal with being seen as love rivals as well as rivals on the ice.
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- 4/4
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- AO3:
- #78561556
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Leaning over Shane was a man. He had dark hair and was annoyingly handsome, the sort who looked like he’d never struggled with a grammatical case in his life.
Shane laughed. Ilya turned his head.
That was his husband. His Shane. His beautifully focused Shane, with the scattered freckles and the adorable way he leaned into a problem. And he was gifting that hard-won laugh to a stranger.
Ilya is happy Shane is learning Russian. He just wasn’t prepared for how it would feel to watch someone else teach him, correct him, and make him laugh.
Ilya reacts normally. Which is to say: not at all.
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Stick to your guns, Ilya thinks. Sex. With Hollander. That’s simple. Straightforward.
Except nothing about this night has been straightforward. The more time he spends with Hollander, the more he wants him - and not just the sex. He wants it all: the reading glasses, earnest ramblings, moral compulsions. The sweetness Hollander tries to hide. The way he holds back from almost everyone, even from himself, but never from Ilya.
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or: After Vegas, Ilya knows he should end it with Hollander. He likes trouble, yes. Doesn’t mean he likes feeling scraped raw by wanting impossible things. Then they are marooned together for a very long, very strange night during which Ilya begins to suspect – shakily, reluctantly – that they might be… something.NOW COMPLETE!
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- AO3:
- #76740611
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“He’ll never forget anything about their first night. Or any night he shared with Ilya. Every detail has been etched into him. Without them, he wouldn’t recognize himself. Without them he was blank. Stop thinking about Rozanov. Fuck. He seeks new memories. New… etches. So when future archeologists dig up his bones they won’t read them like a love letter to Ilya Rozanov. Shane knows it’s risky. But he doesn’t know that tonight he won’t be etched, he’ll be broken.” When Shane hooks up with a stranger after a game, he thinks the worst that could happen is getting outed. He is wrong. What was meant to be a night to forget all about Ilya Rozanov, becomes a night when he needs him most.
- Language:
- English
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- 75,054
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- 3/3
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- AO3:
- #77450206
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call it what you want by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-28
When Canadian transfer student Shane Hollander joins Boston University’s Division 1 hockey team, he expects intense practices, elite competition, and the pressure to be drafted. What he doesn't expect is to be roped up into tutoring the infuriatingly talented, infamous frat boy Ilya Rozanov. Between late-night study sessions, high-stakes games, and reckless frat parties—how will either of them survive the season?
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Frat Boy Ilya Rozanov x Nerdy Shane Hollander
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- 12/?
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- AO3:
- #76634936