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Cancelled Flight Home by vlademetri
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-11
But he refused—absolutely refused—to sleep on the airport floor. Across from him, however, Ilya had surrendered to that reality much faster. or Shane will not sleep on the dirty airport floor...unless his husband asks nicely cause he's sad Read pt. 2 HERE
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- 1/1
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Shane is very pregnant. Ilya is obsessed with his pregnant husband. They have very hot sex. Pregnant Hollanov smut. Don't like, don't read.
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- #81037276
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shed some light on me, please by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-11
Shane thinks he might kill his boyfriend. Because it is February 14th, and Ilya Rozanov is standing in his kitchen like he belongs there. - Shane's boyfriend works too hard, and feels bad about it. Good thing he has a friend to keep his boyfriend company whilst he's gone.
- Part 1 of moth to a flame
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- English
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- AO3:
- #81021466
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David Hollander tries to reassure his son's boyfriend and ends up being the one comforted instead.
Or,
My take on that David and Ilya conversation.- Part 3 of Heated Rivalry Oneshots
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- #81041256
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When a fan video accidentally reveals an intimate photo, Shane must come to terms with the world knowing his biggest secret.
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Ilya, two weeks after having another hook-up with Shane, has a one night stand with a girl.
He doesn't compare the two.
He doesn't.- Language:
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When Ilya and Shane decide they want a plan to let them soften the rivalry and (maybe, eventually) come out without it being an NHL emergency, they ask Yuna for help. Yuna's got a 6 stage plan and it is absolutely, definitely going to work.
- Part 5 of It starts in an elevator
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- #80046371
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“Have you ever thought about fucking me in my sleep?”
Ilya had nearly dropped his phone as he let the words process slowly in his head. And Shane flipped a page in his book before looking up at Ilya, innocently, like he hadn’t just–
“I mean only if you want to, I just think it would be hot, you know?”
Ilya heaves a sigh and tries to put the image out of his head. It would be wrong, no? For him to–for them to–or, Shane has a new kink he wants to try. Ilya fights for his fucking life.
This is pure filth involving Somnophilia, Ilya's feelings about it, and Shane being a freak.
- Part 2 of My 30-Days of Anon HR Freak Shit
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She's got her mouth open, too, ready to snap at him to leave, because Shane does not need this right now. He can come back, if he has to, when her son's less fucking vulnerable, high on painkillers and reeling from mood-swings; not that she thinks he will, which, good. Really, she's just about to, when Shane's voice sounds. "Ilyaaaaa!" he lets out delightedly. For another long moment, nobody moves. Rozanov's face has contorted. His brows are furrowed and he's looking only at Shane. Is he confused? Yuna's pretty damn confused. Because– "Il-yaaaa!" Shane repeats, loud and sounding – ecstatic, really. Absolutely ecstatic. Yuna stares at Shane's bruised face and tries, desperately, not to cry. She loves hockey, loves it with all her heart, is obsessed with Montreal and her son's career – but she hates it, too, when it leaves Shane broken, collapsed on the ice. It's not okay. It's never okay, seeing him there, helpless and hurt. It's even worse when she's not there. Yuna and David had been at home when it'd happened. They'd put the game on in the background, as they were wont to do with all of Shane's games, and Yuna'd been ironing as David made dinner, the two of them talking lightly together about nothing much. It'd been perfect, really. Her younger self would never have thought it, but she lives for those quiet evenings with her husband, easy and calm, the smell of good food wafting through the house and the croon of the speaker in the background. A good night, she'd thought. Shane'd been on his A-game. In the face-off, he'd stolen the puck from Rozanov, and raced across the ice, and he looked like he was really, truly enjoying it. He'd been smiling. Yuna'd remarked on it. Then, suddenly, silence. Yuna'd looked up at the sudden hush. The audience's usually a constant white noise, the calling and hooting and booing merging together into one dull sound. The commentators remarked on every pass Shane made, especially tonight, when they were playing Boston. Silence was never – ever – good. She hadn't known who it was at first. There was just a figure in a blue jersey, smashed onto the ice. She'd stood up, squinted. Was it Hayden? But no, PIKE was there, plastered on the back of the figure throwing himself onto the Boston player that'd caused the fall. Was it Gagnon? Then – "And Shane Hollander's down!" the commentator had announced, and everything in Y una went still. Shane's been injured before, of course. It's hockey. Yuna'd been forced to cope with it ever since Shane was nine and first bowled over by one of the other players – bigger than him, bulkier than him, always more aggressive than him. He usually gets up, though. He usually gets up. He doesn't this time. After that, everything blurred into one. David had sprinted upstairs, and he’d grabbed the overnight bag that they'd never used, that was needed only for emergencies, and then he'd been down and Yuna'd remembered how to breathe again and they were in the car, rushing- rushing-rushing to where their son was, miles away, being carted off to hospital in Montreal. They'd got there as soon as they could. It wasn't soon enough. But the doctor had calmed them, reassured them, told them, "Your son's alright, Mr and Mrs Hollander, he's just got a fractured collarbone and a mild concussion. Don't worry." Then he'd added, with a friendly grin, "He'll be out for the playoffs, though, I'm afraid." A Voyageurs fan. As if Yuna cared about the playoffs.–Shane would, though, she remembered, and told herself to give a brittle smile and thank him. She did. She's here, now, sat at his bedside. It's not a familiar position, not like it would be for a lot of hockey families. Shane's just that good. Yuna's overwhelmingly glad it's not. She doesn't think she could cope if he got himself in here every season. It's been a few hours since he'd first woken up, blinking dazedly at her and David, drugs pumping through his system to keep him relaxed and pain-free. It'd been startling, actually, the easy grin that slid onto his face when he'd spotted them. Shane'd smiled slow and smooth and genuine. It'd crinkled his eyes up and he’d been squinting, too, because of the bright lights, and he’d looked happy. Happy and loose in a way that made Yuna realise he was usually so, so tense; so, so stiff. He'd been slow to wake. He'd shifted, and grumbled to himself, and Yuna and David had rushed to his bedside to be right there when he finally blinked himself to consciousness. His head flopped a bit, and he’d muttered something she couldn't quite make out that sounded like "Ill-ya," and repeated it over and over again. She still doesn't know what it means. He'd stopped saying it when he realised she and David were there, had quietened down and looked at her and then beamed. Then his grin had gotten smaller, regulating, but he'd greeted them in a soft, slurred voice, and very quickly gotten tired again and drifted off. That'd been around midnight, Yuna thinks, maybe later. David had exhaled and kissed her and gone off to book them a hotel for a couple days. Yuna couldn't bring herself to go with him. Because he knows her, and he loves her, and probably because he feels better if Shane has one of them there, he'd gone without protest. She'll join him tonight, she thinks. When Shane's been awake for more than just a few minutes. She just sat with him, watching him breathe; she checks the clock and the heart-rate monitor every so often. She'd managed to get a few hours in around three a.m., crashing in the stiff armchair in the corner of the private room Shane's in, and she'd woke up again at half seven, her phone glaring in the dull dark of the room. One of the nurses must have switched the light off when they'd seen her asleep. Yuna's thankful. Now, the little numbers on the screen say 08:47. Visiting time's started. Not that anyone'll be by for a couple hours yet, thank God, because Yuna really can't deal with people right now. Except David. He should be here shortly too, the only saving grace. Him, she always wants by her side. As if summoned by her thoughts, there's a gentle knock at the door, and it's pulled open. David walks in, circles under his eyes, but they're certainly not as bad as hers are bound to be. His expression softens when he looks at her, and she smiles a little helplessly. "How's he doing?" he asks lowly. "Alright, I think," she says honestly. "But –" "It's never easy seeing him like this," David agrees. Yuna lets out an exhausted sigh. "Yes," she says. "Yes. Nothing's changed since you left. He's just..."
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He's getting good at this game: sneaking his questions between advances, keeping Shane in that warm state of mind where he'll actually answer them, and stifling the panic rabbiting in the base of his skull.
“So, this is thing?” He asks, tilting his head to try and catch Shane's eye. “You are most charming murderer.”
“Don't be a dick,” Shane huffs.
“Me? Never.” Ilya ducks to kiss Shane's cheek, then his nose, then the opposite cheek, pressing their faces together. He can't help kissing Shane again, on the temple this time, before he continues. “I must be lucky,” he says, “to know you are most boring man alive.”
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Ilya goes to Shane's place for the first time since discovering he's a murderer.
- Part 2 of kill me (romantically)
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Slowly, the realization of what he is asking him to do sets in. “Shane,” he croaks, his voice breaking. I can’t hurt you. “Please,” Always so pretty when he begs. Even like this, all messed up and bloody. Ilya loves him more than life. “I don’t want anyone but you touching me." That finally did it. During the Boston vs. Montreal game, Marleau doesn't knock Shane out completely but still injures him. While a fight breaks out, Shane begs Ilya to help him, right there on the ice in front of the whole arena. Unfortunately, Ilya could never say no to him. [SECOND CHAPTER WITH REACTIONS NOW ADDED]
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Outtakes from the world of Fuckboy Fuzz, in which Scott crashes out post-breakup, gets a horrible haircut, comes out three years early (in the most ridiculous possible fashion) and makes everyone around him very concerned.
- Part 2 of Fuckboy Fuzz (And Related Fuckery)
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"It had never really been in Ilya’s plans to start a Youtube channel for paranormal investigation..."
Ilya Rozanov is the playboy darling of the oft-forgotten ECHL who never quite lived up to his full potential, but he’s also known for spending the off-season hunting ghosts with his teammates Bood and Troy.
When they dare to investigate the tragic ruins of NHL legend Shane Hollander's former cottage, they are expecting to be confronted by a cursed haunting, a vengeful demon, or at the very least... some entertaining Youtube-worthy content. What Ilya is not expecting, however, is to form an inexplicable bond with the ghost of a hot hockey player and discover that nothing (literally nothing at all) is quite as it seems.
OR; Shane is a ghost, Ilya can see dead people, and it's entirely possible that they once knew each other in a past life.
- Part 1 of the cursed cottage
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Still, the knife is a firm pressure into his lower back, his fists balling up at his sides, and his breathing irregular from the blade digging into his back. Behind him, a thick and velvety Russian-accented voice offers as he pulls the wired headphones out with a strange amount of something approaching care, “Perhaps, you are stupid for leaving door unlocked, Mr. Hockey Star.” AKA: these two are fucking freaks and roleplay a break-and-entering uhhh non-con situation but they're both bad at being casual about it.
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call it fate, call it karma by artfullofchaos
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-08
Shane Hollander is ready to climb the publishing ladder and land the job that could completely change his life—even if it means working for the despotic and insufferable Ilya Rozanov.
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With a smirk, he extends his hand to encircle Ilya's wrist, his thumb grazing the tattoo's edge, having committed the placement to memory. He looks ahead into the buzzing sea of microphones, cameras, lights, and reporters. The image they must make on camera is undoubtedly counterproductive. Ilya towering behind him, encasing him between his arms on each side of the table, glaring into the room of reporters that had dared to attack their integrity. “I believe the last question was about possible disciplinary actions against us?” In which, following his final Boston game before moving to Canada, Ilya flaunts his new tattoo during an interview. Years later, the world finally learns who it really stands for.
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Then, a body slipped under the covers. Then, lightning quick, a strong, muscled arm wrapped around Hayden’s waist, and he was pulled into a warm, male, and very naked body. A hand moved down quickly to his ass before he could make a sound. He screamed, and shoved the body away. The man shouted back. Hayden froze. That was definitely not Shane's voice. Hayden ripped the covers off his head. “What the fuck-“ His voice cracked as he took in the face of the man behind him. No. Why the holy hell was he seeing Ilya Rozanov's face right now? (drunk hayden sleeps in shane's bed and is surprised with a visit from ilya)
- Part 14 of ways they didn't find out
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This is heaven and I'd die for it by Deerlie_03
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-07
For one, singular, blissful moment, nothing is wrong when Ilya wakes up.
And then the bubble pops.
With something less like a pinprick and more like a gunshot.
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After Ilya is outed he has to deal with being the only openly queer player in the league, being Russian, and being in love with Hollander even after he ran away all at once. It sucks. He does it anyway.
- Part 1 of The body aches when you tell it to quit
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- 5/5
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- #77745891
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The System by JSwander
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-03-07
Cliff Marlow isn’t gay.
It’s a fact that he’s calm, confident and unbothered by.He’s been hooking up with Ilya Rozanov on and off for a while now, but that doesn’t count.
Rozanov just plays better after he’s been laid.
And the team always plays better when Roz is playing well.It was really as simple as that.
- Part 1 of the system
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- English
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #80815221
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A most improper affair by RogueCat
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-07
When Count Ilya Rozanov arrives in London for the Season, he becomes an immediate fascination of the Ton and an immediate rival for Lord Shane Hollander.
What begins as public antagonism gives way to a secret affair conducted in gardens, clubs, and borrowed rooms, even as expectation, duty, and the marriage mart press ever closer. As reputations rise and alliances shift, Shane attempts to do what is expected of him, only to discover that some attachments cannot be set aside so easily.
A Bridgerton/Regency AU of rivalry, scandal, and love that refuses to remain hidden.
E rating for later chapters.
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- AO3:
- #78242501