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the things your lips won't say. by Skamtrash
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-11-28
shane gets jealous seeing ilya kiss someone else. when he confronts him in his hotel room, ilya shows him why there's no reason to be.
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Shane had always been reserved about his omega nature, keeping secrets that not even Ilya, his devoted alpha boyfriend, managed to uncover over the past year. During a winter trip, the couple decides to take a new step in their relationship; an intimate moment Shane believes he is finally ready to experience. However, what should have been a moment of trust and connection reveals challenges he has not yet fully overcome.
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you know what this is by unearthedlove
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-11-21
Ilya reaches into his pants’ pocket and pulls something out. Shane flushes. Ilya is holding a butt plug. Shane looks down at the object before looking into his husband’s face, “You want me to wear that tonight? Are you crazy?” (Or: Ilya proposes an interesting idea to Shane as they prepare to attend the 2022 NHL Awards.)
- Part 2 of future hollanov fics
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They’d hyphenated. by lastproject
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-11-18
3 times Ilya calls Shane Rozanov and one time Shane calls Ilya Hollander.
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Shane is still adjusting to being out. He’s trying, he really is. But he’s still very protective of what they have. (Or: 5 times Shane feels embarrassment when the Centaurs find out something about their sex life and the time he stops caring.)
- Part 1 of future hollanov fics
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Aching, Aching, Aching, and Alive by verbaepulchellae
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-11-13
They’re getting into a rhythm now, though, and Shane can see it. He can see this team winning the Cup this year. He tries not to get ahead of himself, tries to stay focused and go game by game, reminds himself that building up a team takes time and several seasons, but god. He wants this legacy: for himself, for Ottawa, for Ilya. For both of them and everyone else. Which is why, goddamnit, now is not the time to crash out over fantasies of Ilya working his whole hand down to the wrist into Shane’s ass and fucking him on his fist. And yet. Shane should know by now that timing and “good ideas” are rarely factors in whether or not he gets obsessed with something. OR: It starts, as a surprising number of things actually do, with a text from Rose.
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but i’ll keep safe in your arms by unearthedlove
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-11-11
It's been a wonderfully blissful summer. They’ve spent most of it at their house in Ottawa, only having a brief window at the cottage right before the twins arrived. But it’s alright, Shane is already planning how they’ll spend the entirety of next summer at the cottage. Ilya is really looking forward to seeing them in cute baby swimsuits and big floaties. Unfortunately, this bubble they’re living in will pop tomorrow. (Or: Shane and Ilya prepare to spend the first day apart from their twins.)
- Part 6 of future hollanov fics
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can i have your heart in a plastic box? by unearthedlove
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-11-04
Shane knows it’s silly to be annoyed by Ilya sleeping with “model-handsome men.” For god’s sake, Ilya has been in a committed relationship with Shane now for 5 and a half years and they’ve been married for 18 months. It’s stupid. (Or: Shane and Ilya attend their first All-Star Game together as a married couple and Shane learns some things from Cliff Marlow. Shane doesn’t expect to get so possessive.)
- Part 4 of future hollanov fics
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proving a point by loving professionally by h0pei5Abutterfly_08
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-11-03
just a fic about them being cute shane and Ilya had now been married for six months and playing together for five. They loved every second of it, the games, the chirping, the shared hotel rooms that somehow always ended with one of them stealing the other’s pillow. It felt like making up for all the years they’d wasted pretending they weren’t in love. Ilya adored it. He could finally hold Shane’s hand in public, talk about him in interviews, and say things like “my husband” without flinching. But there was still that tiny voice at the back of his head whispering hide. For Shane, that voice was more like a full marching band. He was getting better, though. Slowly. He didn’t flinch when Ilya grabbed his hand anymore. He only scowled a littlewhen Ilya kissed his cheek in front of teammates. But still, the world hadn’t quite caught up with them. The media preferred to call them rivals instead of married. And the ones who did acknowledge it seemed to dissect their every move like scientists studying penguin mating rituals. Shane hated it. He’d blocked every gossip account within a ten-mile radius. He didn’t see why two hockey players being in love needed to be news. Meanwhile, Ilya lived on the side of social media where people posted fan art, heart emojis, and wrote essays about how they’d “saved hockey.” He saw the good. He wanted to give them more. Shane wanted to crawl into the nearest rink freezer and hide. Still, there were always haters, the “keep hockey straight” crowd. Shane ignored them. Ilya pretended to, but sometimes the comments still stung. They were walking hand in hand with Anya before a game, their ritual, talking about their six-month anniversary plans. Ilya was thrilled. Shane was nervous. “I have it all planned out,” Ilya announced, beaming. Shane side-eyed him. “That’s… not reassuring.” “Ah, moya lyubov, is surprise,” Ilya smirked. “That’s even less reassuring.” Before Ilya could retort, a group of young hockey bros spotted them. “Rozanov! Hollander!” Shane’s shoulders tensed immediately. The guys came over, grinning, phones ready. “Can we get a photo?” Ilya glanced at his husband, who smiled a little too tightly and nodded. Ilya squeezed his hand. “Of course.” They posed, smiled, said polite goodbyes. The fans walked away, but Shane caught the sideways look at their intertwined hands. His stomach twisted. “Come, let’s go home,” Ilya said softly, tugging his hand. He didn’t add before I commit a murder with a hockey stick. At home, Shane started packing their gear while Ilya made lunch and fed Anya. His phone buzzed. It was Harris. Harris: hey, ilya. hate to do this, but you said you wanted to know when stuff popped up. might wanna see this. Attached was a photo of them from earlier — smiling, holding hands. Cute. Except the caption read: “Guess they’re still trying to make their ‘relationship’ look normal.” Ilya stared at it for a full ten seconds before muttering something in Russian that probably shouldn’t be translated. Ilya: thank you, Harris. will hide from Shane. Ilya: why can’t they just accept us? Harris: they’re idiots. don’t let it get to you. Ilya: I don’t. it’s Shane I worry about. He sighed, shoved his phone away, and went back to making lunch. Halfway through, Shane wandered in and they got… distracted. In the way that leads to being late for warm-ups. By the time Shane’s phone alarm went off, they were both breathless and tangled on the couch. “...worth it,” Ilya panted. “Completely unprofessional,” Shane muttered, buttoning his shirt. “But yes.” As they drove to the rink, Shane scrolled through the Centaurs group chat, laughing at the chaos. He didn’t mention the photo. But something in him had snapped when he saw it. He was tired. Tired of pretending, tired of being polite, tired of hiding behind “no comment.” So when they arrived, Shane turned to Ilya, grabbed his jersey, and kissed him. Hard. Long enough that when they pulled away, another car had pulled up beside them. Bood leaned out his window, smirking. “Damn, your relationship gets questioned and suddenly you two go full rom-com in the parking lot.” Shane’s face went red. “They have to see what they’re missing out on,” he shot back, to the utter shock of both Bood and Ilya. Ilya blinked. “Who are you and what have you done with my husband?” Inside, Bood elbowed Evan. “Hollander’s snapped. Love finally broke him.” During warm-ups, Shane skated next to Ilya, watching him laugh. Why had he kept the two halves of his life separate for so long? Maybe the point wasn’t to prove love and hockey could coexist, maybe it was to just live it. Then Ilya’s hair came loose from under his helmet. Shane, without thinking, pulled off his glove and fixed it. The look Ilya gave him was somewhere between shock and heart eyes. They won 2–1. Both scored. Of course.
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Before and After Pictures by GrendelsMother
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-11-01
“I think what people are most interested in is whether your game—against each other— changed once you were together.” They looked at each other. Shaking their heads. It was never going to go away. But they didn’t intend to change their approach in keeping some things to themselves. —--------------—- another story of people trying to find out when it all started.
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Lights, Cameras, Charity by orphan_account
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-10-29
At a glamorous Toronto hockey charity gala, Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov navigate flashing cameras, high society, and a secret relationship. Between playful teasing, stolen glances, and slow-burn tension, the two struggle to keep their feelings hidden — but some sparks are impossible to ignore.
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Passionate as sin by clockwrkpendrxgon
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-10-25
Shane distantly registers that he is having a panic attack. But that doesn’t make sense, isn’t his chest moving? His heart beating? Then why can’t he breathe? It is probably because his breath is somewhere out there in an ambulance on the way to the hospital.
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Fall Out of Focus by verbaepulchellae
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-10-21
Ilya grasps Hollander’s chin and turns his head so he can bite a bit cruelly at his jaw and scrape his teeth down his neck. “Guess you’ve caught up with me,” he can’t help but tease Hollander as he shudders under Ilya’s mouth. “Stanley Cup win, League MVP. Copy cat.” “Oh fuck you,” Hollander says with that boyish grin, and his hands grip Ilya’s shoulders, map down his arms. Ilya flexes and feels Hollander’s appreciative squeeze at his strength. “Don’t be a sore loser.” It's the 2015-2016 season NHL Awards. A few things need to be taken care of before the season's truly over for the summer.
- Part 2 of A bit of this, a bit of that
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About a month after Las Vegas, Ilya has his day with the Stanley Cup. He texts Shane to fly to Boston and celebrate with him, and they have angsty sex with the Cup in the room. FYI: It's a superstition that touching the Cup before you've won it will prevent your team from winning it. Thursday July 17, 2014 12:46pm Lily: What are you doing this weekend? Jane: Nothing. Why? Lily: Come to Boston Jane: Why? Lily: 🙄 Jane: Aren’t you in Moscow? Lily: Not yet. Come to Boston Lily: The 19th Jane: What? I can’t! That’s this Saturday Lily: Will be worth your while 😉 Jane: No way 1:24pm Jane: Flight lands at 3 Lily: 😘 *** “Are you fucking kidding me?” Hollander dropped his duffel bag, jaw slack with disbelief. Ilya stretched his arms out in welcome, a wide smile on his face. “Glad you could make it.” Sitting in the middle of his luxury penthouse was three feet of gleaming silver, practically winking between them. Ilya leaned over, resting his arms over the top of the Stanley Cup. “This is why you texted me?” Anger twisted in Hollander’s eyes, and Ilya immediately knew he’d made the right choice on how to spend his day with the Cup. “Thought I’d let you see it for yourself.” Ilya grinned. “You will probably not get another chance to be so close to it, so.” “God, fuuuck you.” Hollander rolled his entire head as he said it, looking to the ceiling as though it might have some answers. “Yes.” Ilya smirked, nodding. Hollander turned back sharply. “So that’s it? You wanna fuck me with the Stanley Cup in the room?” And there was that heat, the exact reason Ilya had known Hollander was the perfect person to celebrate with. Internally, he felt like cheering. Instead, he sauntered over, grabbing Hollander by the waist and pulling him close. The look in his eyes was so murderous it was making Ilya giddy. Hollander hadn’t even been there for five minutes, and it was already giving him a head rush. He hadn’t known if he would show up. After the NHL Awards, Ilya told himself he’d let it rest this summer. He’d enjoyed the Cup parade. He’d seen Svetlana. He’d delayed his flight to Moscow once, then twice. But now a month had passed, and on late nights and in morning showers, he could not shake the mental image of Shane Hollander jerking off for him in a Las Vegas hotel suite. The thought of that obedience alone had already made him come into his fist more times than he could count. “I’ll let you touch it.” Ilya purred, pushing his hips into Hollander’s, lining their cocks up through their sweatpants. “If you want.” Hollander tried to pin him against the wall, but Ilya had already moved on to stripping clothes off of him, piece by piece, as he tugged him further into the room. He felt cold metal hit his back and wobble, and Hollander immediately let him go, jumping back three feet. “I swear to God, Rozanov, if you let me anywhere near that thing—” “Shh, shh.” Ilya cooed, returning the Cup to its standing position before pulling Hollander back into his arms. Hollander spooked easily, and he was well aware that he was already walking a fine line. In an effort to calm him down, he kissed him, enjoying how quickly he softened in response. “Is okay. You will probably never get one of these either way.” Hollander’s nostrils flared in an intoxicating mixture of fury and arousal. “Get. Fucked.” “Am hoping to,” Ilya leaned down, dragging his lips along Hollander’s jaw and tracing teasing fingers along the soft skin beneath his shirt. Hollander exhaled, closing his eyes as he fought the inevitable, but Ilya could already feel him growing hard against him.
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At a camp lunch, Ilya finds out that people ship Shane and Hayden. He is not happy. “You've really never heard of Shayden?” Harris’ jaw dropped in delight, and Shane grimaced. “No. What is Shayden?” Ilya looked around at the faces of the rest of his camp counselors, agitated in confusion at Max Riley's laughter. Abruptly, Hayden got up from the table, red face betraying him as he muttered, "I can't be here for this," and left the room. “Here we go,” J.J. scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to hide a grin. “It's their couple name!” Harris exclaimed. “What.” Ilya’s voice dropped. “Jesus Christ,” Shane sighed, mostly to himself. “Their couple name?” Ilya scoffed. “Yeah, like on Tumblr and stuff.” Max piped up, still laughing. “There's, like, people who make videos and collages and write fan fiction about them.” Ilya's jaw tightened, and Shane looked like he wanted to perish into the ground, intensely focused on his salad. “And you are aware of this?” His Russian accent was clipped and bitter. “I’ve heard of it.” Shane muttered, refusing to look up from his lunch. “What about us?” Ilya huffed, sending misdirected ire at Harris. “Do we have a couple name?” “Of course.” Harris only grinned, nodding. “You guys are Hollanov. It’s been around for ages. Let me tell you, those guys were thrilled to be right.” “Hollanov? Why not Rozander?” “Is that really what you're focusing on right now?” Shane sent him a flat look. “Rozander sounds better.” Ilya grumbled. “They’re both awful.” Troy winced. “Yeah, but you can’t deny that Shayden really rolls off the tongue.” Leah chimed in, earning herself a glare. “What? I’m not the one doing it! More of a K-pop shipper myself.” “What is a shipper?” Ilya scowled, unsure which part of this conversation was irritating him most — feeling so out of the loop on so many English words (what the fuck was Tumblr?), or the concept of Shayden. “Here, let me show you.” Max pulled up his phone, immediately finding thousands of posts dedicated to the beautiful love between Shane and his best friend. The two of them laughing together. Joking around in team promo videos. Holding each other’s shoulders on the ice, speaking directly into each other’s ears. Cheering with the Stanley Cup. Out pushing a stroller. “Okay, that one’s fucked.” Shane pointed at the phone. “They literally cropped Jackie out. She was there.” “They are all fucked!” Ilya practically yelled. “You do make a cute couple.” Harris said, popping a chip into his mouth, only to get a murderous look from Ilya. “What?! They do!” “This is so fucking weird.” Shane sounded dazed as Max played a slowed down, black and white video of them hugging after a goal, set to a Lana del Rey song. Dear God, when I get to heaven, please let me bring my man… “We are a cuter couple.” Ilya grumbled, grabbing the phone out of Max’s hand. “What do I search?” “Here. I’ll do it.” Harris took the reins, instantly finding what he was looking for. “See? You guys get stuff like this.” The photo he found was a screengrab of the two of them facing off at an All Stars game early in their careers. The eye contact between them was admittedly charged, and the caption said, “If a rivalry lasts more than 10 years, then you are no longer just rivals. You are GAY.” Ilya chuckled, despite himself. He’d fucked Shane’s mouth until his eyes watered that night. “Shayden is more loving. Hollanov is more homoerotic.” “That, I cannot argue.” Ilya tilted his head towards his husband, and Shane scowled. “Hold up, I’m searching you guys on AO3.” Leah stared down at her own phone before bursting into laughter. “Oh my God.” “What’s AO3?” Shane looked nervous now. “There are so many more Shayden stories, holy fuck.” Leah laughed, still scrolling. “You guys have a lot of catching up to do.”
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Anniversary Gifts by wilmonstan12345
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-10-14
“My mom told me that we’re supposed to get each other something with paper for our first anniversary.” “Paper?” Ilya looked confused. “Like what, a card? We are too wealthy for this, I think.” ---- Ilya and Shane try to follow the traditional anniversary gift guide.
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I Could Love You 'Til All the Polaroids Fade by verbaepulchellae
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-10-14
“If I didn’t know better,” Ilya had drawled, mostly teasing, as Shane pressed adoring, apologetic kisses into his shoulder, after a hard night out a few months back. “I’d think you were embarrassed to be with me. A first for me. I will try not to let it wound my pride.” “You’re pride is fine,” Shane griped out of habit and then had nuzzled closer, held Ilya tighter because he hated that he could make Ilya feel that way. “I’m sorry. I know I do it. It’s hard for me after so long. I love you so much, it scares me shitless sometimes.” Shane's working on letting go of the control that's kept him and Ilya safe for the past ten years. The fact that he's Shane Hollander means that he's got a plan. The fact that he's with Ilya Rozanov means that plan involves fucking him stupid. And for once, Shane's kind of ready to be the one who drives Ilya out of his mind.
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what if? - the ring was noticed by h0pei5Abutterfly_08
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-10-05
“WHAT?!” “Holy shit!” “Rozanov’s engaged?!” *** what if the team did actually pay a little bit more attention and noticed ilyas ring...
- Part 1 of What ifs? - game changers
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Shane's breath immediately picked up, a natural response to being held under a predator's gaze. It always seemed to happen—his body reminding him that this was wrong, that he should be afraid, that this creature wanted to consume him. But Shane's mind never bothered to listen. In which Ilya is a vampire, and Shane is his beloved, blood-supplying pet.
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Shane learns what cologne Ilya wears, and can't help himself.
Update: now featuring fanart in ch. 2!
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