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say you want me now by attxntionreadxr
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-16
It's perfectly reasonable to put on a suit to meet your rival/first time hookup. Based on a tweet I found, wondering what would happen if Shane hadn't realized how silly putting on a suit to meet Ilya would be. (Title: Magnolia by Meadowglade)
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Hayden Pike’s Cape by GrendelsMother
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-01-16
“I can’t just make some announcement, ‘hey everyone, Ilya babysat my kids, he’s a great guy!’” Hayden threw his hands up in the air. “I mean, actually you can, sweetie, but I was thinking something more gradual.” ... ... ... The one where Hayden is actually the hero of the story, because Jackie talks him into rehabilitating Ilya’s asshole image by publicly defending him, several times. The reactions to the FanMail are different this time, because of Hayden.
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malicious compliance by heydoeydoey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-16
It’s supposed to be an honor, being chosen for the All-Star game, especially being named a captain, recognition from the league and the fans and other players. Shane didn’t know until now it could feel like this, too, like a punishment.
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a simple case of mistaken identity by LiarsandThieves22
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-16
"What could Hollander possibly need with Boston social media lady?” Rozanov asked. “Shane’s in love with her,” Hayden said. Rozanov’s face did something very weird. -- Or: after becoming a bit obsessed with solving the Mystery of Boston Lily, Hayden thinks he finally has it figured out. She must work for the Boston Raiders. Now all he has to do is find her next time he's in Boston and tell her that her and Shane shouldn't have to hide their relationship. Problem is, the only person he can find is Ilya Rozanov, and Rozanov is being a real dick about the whole thing.
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During the finalist game, Shane changes up his jersey. - "You're not actually going to wear that, right?" Hayden asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's my last name," Shane responded, brows furrowed. "I can wear the fucking jersey." Ilya noticed. He wasn't fucking dumb, and he was married to him, to Shane. Of course, he was going to notice if something was up with him. He'd be dumb, and a fucking asshole at that if he didn't know something was freaking out Shane, his husband of three years. He saw the fidgeting, the way he was walking around the house, going in and out of rooms, pacing. And in the way he looked at Ilya, before shifting his gaze, tearing his eyes away. Something was wrong. When Shane stepped into the room again, Ilya didn’t hesitate. He reached for him, his hand sliding easily around his waist, pulling him in. He buried his face in his hair and leaned into him like it was second nature. He smelled like her shampoo, soft, familiar, and like home. “My love, what is wrong?” he asked, his voice muffled against his head. “Nothing,” he said quickly, too quickly. Ilya pulled back just enough to look at him. Shane's jaw was tight, his eyes flicking off to the side instead of meeting his. He frowned, brows knitting together in that way he knew all too well. “You are lying,” he said—not accusing, just certain. Shane caught his bottom lip between his teeth, "Just.. you're certain you'll be coming to the game tonight, right?" Ilya smiled. So that was it. "Yes, любовь, god, I told you million times that I am going with your mom and dad. It is the finalist game, Shane. I will watch you win." He blushed a little at that, "We don't know if Montreal will win, since they-" "Shhh." Ilya pressed a finger to his lips, lifting another hand toward his chin, lifting it till their eyes met. He spoke in Russian, slowly, enunciating each word so Shane could understand. "I will watch and you will win. Then we celebrate at home with your mom and dad. Then they will leave, and I will reward you, okay?" Shane blushed harder, pink decorating his face. "Okay." ◙▒◙ ♫♩♬ The locker room was long and narrow, lined with rows of dented metal lockers that rattled softly every time one was opened or shut. The air carried a mix of faint soap, sweat, and deodorant. Benches ran down the center, their wooden slats smoothed from years of use, creaking when someone sat down too quickly. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a pale glow that made everything look a little washed out. Somewhere in the background, a shower dripped steadily, echoing against the tiled walls, while voices bounced around the room, laughing, complaining, calling out names, filling the space with an easy, familiar chaos. Shane stood at his own locker, staring at his own jersey. Heat rushed to his face before he could stop it, a slow, creeping warmth that settled in his cheeks and refused to leave. He wondered how Ilya was going to react, what he was going to say when he walked out onto the ice. Someone clapped a hand on his shoulder, "Captain, we go on in five. Get dressed already!" Shane and Hayden looked at each other before both of their eyes trailed down to the jersey clasped in his hand. "Oh my fucking god.." Shane tensed up, "What?" "You're not actually going to wear that, right?" He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's my last name," Shane responded, brows furrowed. "I can wear the fucking jersey." He smiled before continuing, "I'll actually only be responding to the team when they call me by my actual last name." JJ appeared next, laying both arms on Shane and Hayden's shoulders. "Coach will kill if you guys do not come in three mi—fucking!" He yelled, before pointing, jabbing his finger onto the jersey, over the white lettering, "What the—what the fuck!?" Hayden looked back at JJ, pulling at his hair, "And we have to call him that for the whole fucking game!" Shane just laughed, "Yeah, you do." ◙▒◙ ♫♩♬ The hockey arena was cold in a way that seeped through clothes and settled into the bones, the sharp scent of ice and metal hanging in the air. The rink stretched wide and bright under the harsh overhead lights, the surface smooth and freshly cut, marked by bold red and blue lines that stood out against the white. The boards were scuffed and scarred from years of impact, plexiglass rising above them, smudged with fingerprints and streaks from flying pucks. The sound of skates slicing into the ice echoed sharply, every stop and turn ringing out like a snap of thunder. The audience filled the stands in thick, restless rows, bundled in jerseys, scarves, and winter coats. Some leaned forward eagerly, elbows on their knees, while others stood to shout, clap, or pound on the glass. Cheers rolled through the arena in waves, faces blurred together in a sea of excitement and anticipation, eyes glued to the ice.
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It only takes five days before Yuna Hollander breaks and does what she does best. or I think we can see where Shane gets it from.
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Game Day Superstition by Written_Willis
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-15
Shane’s lips twitch and Ilya knows he’s fighting off a smile. He knows immediately that his boyfriend is up to something. “You are planning?” Shane’s grin breaks free as he corrects, “Plotting, maybe scheming.” Ilya wags his gloved finger. “No matter the word, you are up to no good, Hollander.” “Depends on who’s asking,” he admits before skating away. OR Shane steals something of Ilya’s and they both suffers the consequences.
- Part 2 of Oral Fixation
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Title inspired by pool (stripped) - by Samia Ilya's life was perfect. The Centaurs were thriving with both Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov. He'd always loved playing against Shane, but playing with him, with his ring on his finger, was a whole other level. He couldn't have been happier. He doesn't remember why it happened. Or why it had to happen to him. Or Ilya gets in a car crash and everything changes.
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Yes, the world is beautiful because it’s so different… but what the hell is wrong with Russians? After Shane and Ilya move in together, Hollander suddenly starts noticing strange Russian habits, rituals, and little bits of madness that his Canadian brain needs some time to process. And somehow, all of it makes him feel equally confused and… completely in love with the chaos that so effortlessly comes with his boyfriend. // Ilya is already playing for Ottawa
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Anya wanders into Shane’s yard and decides he would be a perfect match to be her Papa’s human. Or The one where Anya conspires to get Ilya a boyfriend.
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Shane is in his first Season with the Ottawa Centaurs and Harris asks him to do a Q&A video for the fans to open up to them a bit now he's out and proud. It's chaotic, mainly because Ilya is sitting off screen making silly comments and Shane wants to end him. This is the transcript and subsequent comments of that video. Or: 'Hi, I'm Shane Hollander and this, is 'Ask Me Anything'.
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“You have pretty eyes,” Shane says, staring directly into his. “My eyes are not pretty. I am not the pretty one,” Ilya teases, his own hand coming to hold the one Shane still presses against his cheek. “You have a pretty dick,” Shane retorts and Ilya snorts. “Well, I cannot argue that.” -- Shane is once again, hospital-bound and high as a kite. This time, Ilya can enjoy it a bit more.
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Ilya is wary of Shane’s dad, having a bad track record with fathers. David gives him some much needed reassurance. They hug it out.
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“So… you and Rozanov, huh? That's a thing now?” Shane freezes, “What?” You're starting to sound like him. They never really talked about that, just moved on like nothing happened. After Scott kissed his boyfriend on the ice, Shane knew it wasn't meant to be anything homophobic, but he'd always still felt hesitant about it. While Scott might know about being a gay NHL player, even he wouldn't understand this. Besides, the media might have focused on Shane and Ilya being rivals, but there had always been much more hostility between Ilya and Scott. Scott gives him a strange look, “You're friends now, right? Or is that all PR?” “Oh.” He tries his best to remain calm and relaxed, even if his heart is beating loudly in his chest, “Yes. I mean, we've been friends for… a long time. Just… the media blew the whole rivalry out of proportion and it was… easier.” Scott nods slowly, sipping his drink, “How, though? I mean, no offense, but he's… well, an asshole.” (Or, Shane runs into Scott, who finds out their secret)
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Something has been bothering Shane for a few days and Ilya is desperate to find out and help in whatever way he can ---- Ottawa gets new shirts that come with plastic tags that bother Shane. Ilya does everything to find out what's been bothering Shane, and when he does, solves it in a very Ilya Rozanov way.
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Life Doesn't Have to Change by StuffandStuff18
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-15
Shane is diagnosed with autism, and goes through the process of coming to terms with it, all while Ilya supports Shane in the ways that he needs.
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Shane wipes his eyes, still catching his breath. "What, you don't have any Russian towns with rude names?" Ilya's dark brows knit together, his eyes drifting toward the ceiling as he mentally catalogs his homeland's geography. His fingers drum against the countertop, leaving small prints in the dusting of protein powder Shane spills. "There is Dobrye Pchely? Means kind bees." Shane's laughter fades into a soft, genuine smile. "Okay, but that is fucking adorable." He leans his hip against the counter and takes in the morning light catching the stubble on Ilya's jaw. "How is Russia cuter than Canada?" he marvels, voice warm with affection. Ilya's shoulders square defensively, chin jutting forward. "Russia is not cute. We have sensible names, not pant names!" "There's also a town called Dildo," Shane tells him, eyebrows raised in challenge.
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A quick rendezvous after a game becomes anything but when Shane realizes that Ilya is sick. Shane does his best to deal with a clingy Ilya all while enjoying a more domestic side of things he never expected to embrace.
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penalty in the neutral zone by coldriddendevastation
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-15
“You’re sick,” says Shane, albeit shakily because he isn’t sure about this. He isn’t sure about them, or what they are. He doesn’t know if he’s allowed to care or worry because he doesn’t know what to call them. There is no routine or rules. All he knows is he probably shouldn’t be calling the captain of another team, especially not in the locker room. He shuts his locker and grabs his bag. “You are obvious. Did you call me to say obvious things, like sky is blue? Or Montreal sucks. Or that you cry when you come?” It sounds like he’s smiling. Shane’s stomach swoops, tripping over itself in a swell of affection. He rubs his hand over his face, feeling disoriented by the flood of conflicting emotions. “Fuck you,” Shane snaps, habitually. or: ilya always texts shane before they play against each other, but today he doesn’t. shane, and all spectating eyes, can tell someone is off with boston’s captain.
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There's no hold backs at the cottage, so Shane asks Ilya when he first fell in love. or Shane rights a wrong from his own moment of realization.
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