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Rachel! @redordead went to try and live my wag dreams at my boyfriends hockey games and it ended up with his coaches in a punch up??? is this normal??? Replying to @redordead @redordead the other teams coach insulted one of my boyfriends coaches and the blonde one tried to hit him i am so confused Replying to @redordead @redordead ok ive done some googling apparently the blonde one is some russian guy and the other is a cutie patootie named shane or Shane and Ilya coach the McGill Men's Hockey Team and everyone online is totally normal about it.
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Rose and her friends take Shane after a long week while he's on his off season for a fun night out. Having dealt with a lot of stress between the day-to-day stresses of being managed by his mother and everything going on with Rozanov, he takes them up on his offer. Unfortunately, Rose forgot to take his phone away...
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Don't Make Me Beg by thethickofit
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-04
“Shane.” Ilya’s hand wraps around his forearm like a vice. “Pull over.” “What?” Shane asks cautiously, careful to keep his eyes on the road. If Ilya's suggesting what he thinks he's suggesting... Ilya’s grip tightens, and Shane realises that he isn’t suggesting anything at all. “Pull over," he repeats. "Please.”
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The Devil Wears Rozanov by noedovenest
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-04
"On the ice, he acted quick. Found the puck fast, moved to the net faster. Years of experience had honed his reflexes into second nature. But here, off the ice, wearing ROZANOV on his back like some doe-eyed puck bunny in the stands, his brain short-circuited completely." Or: Shane accidentally wears Ilya’s shirt into the locker room. “Oh.” Ilya rested his head back on the pillow, looking over at Shane. “So you are the asshole.” A wide smile stayed frozen on Shane’s face. He couldn’t help it. “No, it’s still you.” “No, it’s not me.” Ilya feigned offense, thumb stabbing toward Shane. “You’re the asshole.” He sat up an inch and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Everyone! Shane Hollander is an asshole!” Shane’s grin was starting to hurt his cheeks, his laughter coming easier than it had in months. He gave Ilya a playful shove, sending him tumbling back into the pillows. In an accent that had begun to fade, Ilya added, “I am feeling too good to lose tonight, anyway.” “Oh yeah?” Shane turned onto his side, propped on an elbow. “’Cause I’m feeling pretty good too.” “No shit,” Ilya murmured, sliding a hand beneath the sheets to squeeze Shane’s thigh, spurring an echo of pleasure that still clung to the edges of his mind. Sunlight soaked their bare chests, a rarity when their time together was usually isolated to late nights and unfamiliar hotel rooms. It felt better than Shane was willing to admit. Almost normal. The thought sobered him. In reality, they were both supposed to be on the ice in a few short hours. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, eyes widening. “Shit, Ilya. We’re late.” Ilya’s eyelids had gone heavy, an arm flung over his face. “Hm?” “I need to get back to my hotel for pickup,” Shane hissed, kicking the sheets aside. Behind him, Ilya groaned, long and dramatic. How he’d earned the captaincy with his complete indifference to punctuality baffled Shane. Then again, no one seemed to mind when he kept dragging Boston to victory night after night. It took effort not to marvel at him in those brief moments from the bench, the way he made it all look effortless. Their clothes lay in a heap by the bedroom door. He hadn’t even folded them. Shane scooped up half the pile and tossed it across the room, a pant leg smacking Ilya in the cheek. “Sorry.” “Liar,” Ilya groaned, expression pinched as he slipped free of the sheets and stretched, arms reaching overhead. Shane was already tugging on his sweats, shirt slung over his arm, when he caught sight of Ilya dangling off the edge of the mattress. Light brown curls stood in every direction, a faint sheen still clung to the dip of his spine, a wrinkle pressed into his skin. For a moment, panic gave way to something softer. There were few things he allowed to disrupt his routine, and Ilya had held the top spot since they were eighteen. Shane crossed the room in a few long strides, leaning in to press a firm kiss to his lips. “See you soon, Rozanov.” Ilya’s hand came up, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him closer, deepening it. "Stop trying to distract me,” he murmured against Ilya’s mouth. “Stop trying to leave,” Ilya countered, fingers twisting into Shane’s hair, tugging lightly. It was almost enough to convince Shane to crawl onto his lap and see how quickly they could fit in round two. Or was it three? Shane bit back a sigh. “Tonight?” Ilya’s jaw ticked. “Tonight.” The distance Shane was forced to put between them had grown harder to bear lately, recent confessions weaving new threads into place. He’d ask him soon, about the cottage. Two uninterrupted weeks, no deadlines, no schedules breathing down their necks. Ilya would probably say no. But what if he didn’t? “Go,” Ilya said at last, breaking the kiss. Part of Shane was grateful, because he wasn’t sure he had the willpower to do it himself. The absence of Ilya’s touch settled in immediately, a dull ache that followed him as he turned for the door. There was a mindset Shane liked to settle into before a game, and he was struggling to reach it. It was clouded, inevitably, by the memory of Ilya’s hands roaming over bare skin, teeth at his neck, the way he’d murmured filthy encouragement as they found their rhythm and slipped into Russian when they lost it. Maybe it was for the best that they didn’t make a habit of afternoon meetings. This was torture. Traffic was thick, and Shane tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, eyes flicking to the clock again and again. Was time moving faster today? By the time he’d parked and sprinted up to his hotel room, there was barely enough time to pull on dress pants and shrug into a high-end suit jacket over a wrinkled shirt. It didn’t quite meet dress code, but he’d rather take the hit for that than further fuel Hayden’s theory that he’d been late because he was with a woman named Lily. A woman Shane had vehemently denied existed. His protests had sounded less convincing lately, and maybe he’d stopped caring if they did. Theriault waited outside the bus, and Shane was already apologizing before the coach could get a word in. “My bad, Coach.” “First for everything I suppose,” Theriault grunted, giving him a look that lingered somewhere between concern and curiosity. Shane was the captain. He was supposed to set
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Shane has been feeling lonely lately, and this ad from a nearby humane society just breaks his heart, this cat looks so lonely and sad. He can't help it! Or, Shane is lonely, adopts a cat to make himself feel better after he realized that calling his folks wasn't helping the feeling of loneliness enough. The Pikes come over for dinner, Shane confesses how he's been feeling, gets comforted. Ilya and Shane talk on the phone, and they love each other. They live happily ever after, because fluff is amazing, THE END
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Ilya was used to it, a lot of women find it attractive and sexy when he speaks Russian– it might be one of the reasons why they would hook-up with him. Though, he would never expect Shane to like it too. Ilya had a hunch, but he did not pay attention to it. He thinks it was just Shane being curious or being attracted to Ilya, but the patterns were getting too hard to ignore. It was subtle, very subtle. Not obvious enough for everyone in the room to notice it, but then no one is watching or observing Shane like he does, perhaps that is one of the reasons why he was the only one who noticed it. When Ilya was too tired, too annoyed, too worried, or too angry to translate whatever was on his mind into English, he just let his thoughts to exist as they were. It was easier for him anyway, even after years of living outside Canada, he still can't express himself fully without slipping a Russian word or two. Ilya thought everything was normal, Shane doesn’t mind when Ilya suddenly speaks in Russian mid conversation, but then he started to noticed it lately. Every time a Russian slipped out of him in moments he wasn’t watching himself, Shane would react every time.
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Why does Shane Hollander stare at Ilya Rozanov? Shane clears his throat hard, panic rejoining his bloodstream. “But I don’t like stare stare. It’s just professional awareness. Team situational awareness. Hockey reasons.” “Yes,” Ilya nods gravely, eyes glinting. “Very serious hockey staring.” Shane groans. (The one where Shane and Ilya take on Web's Most Search Questions about them.)
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“Is he a good hockey player?” His question was met with silence for a few moments. When he couldn't take it anymore, he glanced at the other and found that Ilya was still looking back, his face now serious and calculating. “Miller is OK. You are better.” Or, Ilya has a new teammate and Shane gets a little jealous.
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Get the fire out from the wire (I'd share a life and you'd share a life) by LoneswaggingRanger
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-04
While Shane is out talking with his mom about his sexuality and her unquestionable acceptance, Ilya and his father are inside having a heart-to-heart of their own. Shane's father is so… nice. Easy, kind. Not constantly demanding that Ilya performs more, provides more, gives more, wins more, more, more, more— "So, uh." Shane's father cuts through the fog of Ilya's thoughts. "How do you feel about all of this?" What sort of question was that? "Uh, good, I guess." Ilya shrugs, before remembering that David's son is probably out there having a panic attack with his crying wife.
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When Ilya proposes he could marry Svetlana to get citizenship, he did expect Shane to be a little surprised. However, what he didn't expect was for Shane to look away from him without saying anything. Ilya had never regretted anything more in his life.
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Ilya allows himself to bask in this new, peaceful reality they are building for themselves, where they can exist in between breaths, where their hearbeats synchronize and do the talking instead of fast hands and impatient bodies, desperate for connection and release. This could be Ilya’s safe haven, if he let it. The one place where the storm finally quiets down. The thought terrifies him as much as it ends something deep and raw inside of him.
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Vanilla Sweetness Like I'm Sixteen by sunsetmagnolia
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-04
Shane must have a weird look on his face when he turns around, because Maeve is watching him like something hilarious just happened. “What?” he asks. “Thank you Shane,” she repeats in a bad imitation of Rozanov’s accent. “He doesn’t say thank you to Hayden?” “What do you think?” In which Ilya is a menace at his local coffee shop, but only to Hayden.
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Hayden picks up the wrong phone and sees something he never expected to see from Shane’s Lily. Misunderstandings ensue featuring: good friend and ally hayden + WAG chat Ilya
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Shane Hollander was an incredible hockey player. His shot accuracy was legendary. He was a fantastic strategist and play caller. He, despite Ilya's insistence otherwise, was one of the fastest on the ice. Still, none of that was what made Shane great. What made him great was how he cared. Shane would do anything for his team - including get his hands a little dirty. OR Shane Hollander can be bad, too. Five times Shane's gloves come off on the ice.
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Heated Rivalry: Gay and Wholesome Windsor Corridor by RobinAsterix
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, the long game - Fandom
2026-01-04
SPOILER WARNING: Would take place after the events of The Long Game so there's risk of spoilers! A variety of one-offs of Shane and Ilya getting to do things in and around the Montreal and Ottawa areas once they're eventually publicly out.
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Ilya has a secret. Kip has a slightly smaller secret.
The boys have each other's backs (Except Ilya is 100% a brat about it)
- Part 4 of Troublemakers
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Anyway, Don't Be A Stranger by Pickle_Chips
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-04
Svetlana sat there, gorgeous as always, curls catching the light, wearing his new Ottawa jersey. At least this time, Ilya thought gravely, she wore pants. - Svetlana meets Shane Hollander. Ilya thinks all in all, it could have gone worse. -
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Across the Stars by Strange_johnlock
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
Ilya adjusts the blanket around Luna, shifts his gaze away from her sweet face and towards the sky. It is full of stars, bright here, far away from the city. Hundreds and thousands of them, and the same person who has placed the freckles on Shane Hollander’s cheeks and nose must have sprinkled them onto the firmament. “Ah, husband withdrawal makes me a romantic, I think,” he whispers, and Luna makes a sound that must surely mean she agrees, but thinks he has gone mad. ___ Ilya deals with Shane being away on his first road trip. The Hollanders are there to help. And Shane, well, he is full of surprises.
- Part 3 of Moon, Sun and Stars
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Babe for the Weekend - Hollanov by Wellington28
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
Ilya was going to murder him. He should have just corrected Scott. Should have said, "No, that's my best friend, we grew up together." Simple. But instead he'd agreed to bring his nonexistent boyfriend on the trip like an idiot. How was he going to talk Ilya into this? -or- The one where Shane accidentally lets his coworkers assume Ilya is his boyfriend and instead of telling them the truth, he convinces Ilya to play along for the weekend.
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The Case of the Missing Puck: Solved (and held over Hayden Pike's head) by Icantthinkofagoodusername7
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
“Where's the remote?” Shane asks in a slightly raised voice so that Ilya can hear him from the kitchen. Ilya walks over, leaning against the doorway to watch as Shane looks in between the coach cushions, “Pike must have it.” “What?” Shane takes the moment to stop what he’s doing and look up, his eyebrows furrowing together in that way that Ilya finds adorable, “Why would Hayden have it?” “Because some people never change,” Ilya answers easily. “What? He hasn’t taken anything before, he-” Ilya shakes his head, standing fully straight again and walking over to behind the couch, leaning slightly forward so that he can look into Shane’s eyes when he says, “That is not true. The puck. 2017. He took it mid-game- mid-play! An attempt to sabotage and-” Shane does a mixture of scoffing and laughing, picking up a pillow and throwing it at him, it bounces off of him easily, “Oh my god, Ilya, that was twenty five years ago! Let it go.” * OR, during one fateful game in 2017, the puck randomly disappears from the ice, Shane and Ilya accuse each other until it's found in Hayden's pant leg. Ilya does not let this go.
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