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Hayden knows what he saw. Clear as day, right there in the middle of Shane’s text thread with Lily. A dick pic. Hayden keeps mindlessly scrolling Instagram—a pantomime of paying attention, not really taking in anything that’s passing across his screen. Mind racing as a series of realizations wash over him. Christ, no wonder Shane was so cagey about Lily. No wonder he didn’t want to introduce her to the guys. Hayden would like to believe that everyone would be chill with it, but he could think of at least five guys off the top of his head that would a hundred percent take issue with Shane dating a trans woman. He can imagine, far too easily, the kind of slurs that would get thrown around the locker room if anyone ever found out. Towards Lily, sure, but towards Shane too —because Shane had to be gay, if his girlfriend had a dick, right? Or, Hayden finds out something that he was never supposed to, and decides that the only thing he can do is show his best friend that he can be the best ally ever, if he just gives him the chance.
- Part 1 of The Lily Files
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something you can fix by some1_around
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
Maybe if the video ended there, Shane thought, it would be okay. Okayish. Still incriminating. Still a fucking disaster. Still embarrassing, to have his breakup with this beautiful actress filmed and disseminated on Reddit of all fucking places, but not a nail in his coffin, burying him alive. But the video didn’t end there.
“Can I ask if you’ve ever been with another guy?” she had to ask.
And he, tears visible in his eyes, had to nod.
Just once. Just a single nod.
Why did he have to nod?
“Have you ever told anyone that before?” He shook his head. “Was it different? With a guy?”
“Of course.”
Of course.
“Was it better?”
“Yes.”
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Shane’s conversation with Rose is secretly recorded. Months later, after the All-Star game and Ilya’s confession in Russian, the video gets leaked online. Shane is outed to the world while Ilya is in Russia, and must now finish the 2016-2017 season with the entire world in on his secret.
- Part 1 of something you can fix
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dude, we’re getting the band together by getalittleclosey
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-26
“Still boring Shane.” Ilya disappeared to the kitchen and came back with his bottle of vodka and five glasses. “We play truth, dare, sing. If sing, must drink.” “My parents-“ Shane started. “No. Boring. Get you boring buzzer. Bzzz,” Ilya interrupted before he could respond. ~ Shane invites the band to his parents’ cottage for rehearsal and cozy games. The rest of the boys have other plans for their week of freedom.
- Part 2 of The GCU Factor
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All I want for Christmas is you by AriasAstro
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-26
Shane did not mean to be running in a storm, protecting his last minute gift from the wind and snowflakes, and yet here he was. After all, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ditched Ilya again. Or Shane's an overthinker and it causes him to do some dumb shit. The Hollanov Holiday Special!
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Unscripted Emotions by minniekitten
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-26
Shane and Ilya are asked to an ad campaign together for CCM, Shane deals with some emotion.
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Shane tears his ACL and someone that looks a whole lot like Ilya Rozanov is spotted smoking a cigarette in the hospital parking lot.
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i'll only let sunshine kiss by Acinonyx1
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-26
Shane had known of Ilya Rozanov since his cottage stood on the shores of the lake. The creature had yanked him off his jetski one summer. And whilst Shane had flailed, sure he'd met his end - via drowning or mauling yet to be determined - Ilya had brought him back to the surface, laughed as water had streamed from Shane's nose, tapped his freckles and disappeared. Now, many years later, Ilya lounges on Shane's dock, a burger held in his webbed hands and a frown on his face. Or, a hockey player by the name of Ilya Rozanov does not exist. But a being that inhabits a lake in Ottawa does.
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A Russian Fairytale by ladyschrei
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-26
Shane goes to Ilya's house and then gets sick. Ilya, obviously, has to take care of him.
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Shane accidentally steals Ilya’s jacket. And he just decides to... not give it back.
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Shane has had a long week and decides to relax by taking a bath and using a bath bomb to relax his muscles. He's so relaxed he takes a nap, not even registering the colour of the bath bomb he used... Inspired by someone, I dont remember who it was so if someone remembers the fic, please tell me. It basically had Shane taking some panadol or something cos he had a headache but he fainted and Ilya found him and thought he tried to overdose The rivalry between Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander was the kind of legend that fueled sports talk radio for decades. It was the stoic, iron-willed Russian Captain against the golden boy of Canadian hockey. On the ice, they were a collision of tectonic plates—heavy hits, sharp words exchanged through mouthguards, and a mutual disdain that seemed etched into their very bones. In reality, the disdain was the most expensive mask in professional sports. For over eight years, they had been a ghost story told in darkened hotel rooms and anonymous apartments. For two years, they had been "forever." They were boyfriends in the shadows, navigating a world of secret back entrances, and the constant, crushing weight of a double life. But tonight, the ice was far away. Ilya had just finished a late flight back to their shared sanctuary in Shane's quiet cottage outside of Ottawa, a home no one else knew Ilya was embraced in. The cottage was hushed, the only sound the hum of the refrigerator and the distant whistle of the wind against the glass. Ilya dropped his gear bag by the door, his shoulders aching from a grueling game against Toronto. He wanted nothing more than to find Shane, bury his face in the crook of his neck, and let the persona of "The Iron Rozanov" melt away. "Shane?" he called out, his voice raspy. No answer. A sliver of light spilled from beneath the master bathroom door. Ilya smiled faintly, rubbing the back of his neck. Shane must have beaten him home and opted for a soak to soothe his own battered ribs. Shane was a fan of rituals—expensive salts, high-end candles, anything to drown out the noise of being Shane Hollander. Ilya kicked off his shoes and padded toward the bathroom. "I’m home, malysh," he murmured, pushing the door open. "I hope you saved some hot water for-" The sentence died in his throat. The smile didn't just fade; it vanished as if it had never existed. The bathroom was thick with steam, smelling of hibiscus and cedarwood. But Ilya’s brain didn't process the scent. It processed the sight. Shane was submerged in the tub, his head tilted back against the porcelain, his eyes closed, his body unnervingly still. And the water-the water was a deep, visceral, terrifying crimson. It looked like a massacre. It looked like a life drained out into a ceramic basin. In an instant, the year was no longer the present. The luxury apartment dissolved. Ilya was twelve years old again, standing in a cramped kitchen in Russia. He was seeing his mother’s pale, limp hand draped across the ground, pills scattered everywhere. He remembered the silence of that day, a silence that felt like a scream you couldn't hear. The trauma, suppressed under layers of muscle, fame, and hockey padding, erupted like a geyser. "Shane!" The sound that ripped from Ilya’s chest wasn't a name; it was a sob, a fractured howl of pure, unadulterated agony. He didn't walk; he lunged. He hit the tiled floor on his knees with a bone-jarring thud, his hands shaking so violently he could barely grip the edge of the tub. "Shane! No, no, no-. Shane, wake up! Look at me!" Ilya’s large, calloused hands plunged into the dark red water, frantic and clumsy. He grabbed Shane’s shoulders, hauling him upward. His mind was a strobe light of horrors. Did he have a knife? Did he take something? Was the pressure of the secret too much? Did I miss the signs? "Please, pozhaluysta, Shane, don't leave me!" Ilya was hyperventilating now, the air coming in jagged, useless gulps. He dragged Shane’s limp upper body out of the water, pinning him against his chest, heedless of his own expensive sweater getting soaked in the red liquid. He was checking for wounds, his fingers searching Shane’s wrists, his neck, his chest, his eyes blurred by a thick veil of tears. "Stay with me, stay with me, I’ve got you-" "Ilya? Wh-what?" Shane’s eyes flew open, wide and disoriented. He sputtered, coughing as water splashed into his face. He felt Ilya’s heart hammering like a trapped bird against his back, felt the crushing, desperate grip of the man’s arms. "Ilya? What’s happening? Are we-is there a fire?" Shane scrambled for purchase, his hands splashing in the red water. Ilya didn't let go. He couldn't. He was rocking back and forth on the floor, holding Shane to his chest with a strength that was bordering on painful. His face was buried in Shane’s wet hair, and he was making a sound Shane had never heard bbefore, a low, broken whimpering. "You’re alive," Ilya choked out, the words barely intelligible. "You’re alive, you’re alive..." Shane finally managed to twist around in Ilya’s arms, his own heart racing from the sudden, violent wake-up. He looked at Ilya and his stomach dropped. The giant, stoic Boston Captain looked like a ghost. His skin was ash-gray, his eyes bloodshot and unfocused, and he was trembling so hard his teeth were literally chattering. "Ilya, look at me. Hey, look at me," Shane said, his voice dropping into a soft, urgent tone. He reached up, cupping Ilya’s face. "I’m okay. I’m right here. I just fell asleep. I was so tired, I-" Shane’s gaze flicked down to the tub, then to the red stains on Ilya’s clothes, then back to the tub. The realization hit him like a cross-check to the throat. The bath bomb. He had bought a new one at the boutique near the arena. "Midnight Rose," the label had said. It was supposed to be luxurious. He hadn't realized it would turn the water the color of an arterial spray. And he knew, God, he knew, about Ilya’s mother. Ilya had only told him once,
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At first, Yuna thought she saw a ghost. When Rozanov appeared next to her son, at first she didn’t recognize him. She had seen his picture on tv or on tabloids countless times, so it was not like she didn’t know what he looked like, but in those ten years the antagonism between him and her son had grown so much that he resembled, in her mind, a mythological creature. It was like facing a folkloristic monster that you had seen in books and never thought could actually exist. But there he is, standing still behind Shane, wearing a Boston’s t-shirt – the audacity! – his hands crossed in the front like a young scholar waiting for the teacher to judge his polished uniform, in complete silence, while Shane is mumbling some sort of explanation. And then Shane says: “This is Ilya.” ~ * ~ Yuna and David had known about Ilya Rozanov since he first crossed their son's path. But after that day at the cottage, they discover a whole new aspect behind the mask that Ilya has worn for all those years.
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Ilya didn’t listen, leaning in a little closer so their arms touched for a moment. They’d been warned by his mother about the intensity of Japanese summers, and the both of them had grown up cold weather boys, but Shane always found Ilya’s warmth otherworldly, a sensation that defied any measure of temperature. Shane and Ilya take a trip.
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Shane dropped his gaze. “You’re really going to make me ask?” “Yes,” Ilya said. “You ask, maybe you get. So, ask.” “Okay,” Shane said. “I want you to fuck me.” Ilya started to laugh. “Don’t—this isn’t a fucking joke, alright?” Shane snapped. “Shut up. I want it to be different. Or, no—the same, but more. I want you to just make me fucking take it. Shit. I don’t know how to ask you for this.” “No, no, is good start so far,” Ilya said. “Go back to the part where I get to make you fucking take it. That’s good. Tell me more.”
- Part 1 of missing scenes
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Nurse Me Back To Health by theemporium
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-26
“You’re not Lily,” he said, his voice accusing and his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “No, I am not,” she agreed. “Lily sent me here to take you to her place.” Shane looked dubious. “You know Lily?” “Yes,” Svetlana nodded. “The real Lily.” Shane huffed a little. “Then what’s Lily’s favourite colour?” Svetlana raised her brows. “Do you even know Lily’s favourite colour?” Shane blinked. “No, why do you ask?” Svetlana stared at him for a few moments, her mind whirling with the set of circumstances that led her to standing in a hospital room on a Thursday morning with one of the best players in the league on more drugs than seemed necessary. . Or, in which the game happens in Boston and Ilya comes up with a very bad, very last minute plan to play Shane's nurse (with the help of Svetlana and identity theft).
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Dinner With Our Exes by LizardRunClub
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-26
Svetlana watches the joint press conference announcing the Irina Foundation and she just knows. She confronts Ilya and tells him she wants to meet Shane. She needs to make sure Shane is good enough for her friend. Shane is a nervous wreck to meet Svetlana. He knows how important she is to Ilya, so he calls on his own female bestie to go on a double date during the All Star break.
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listen how the heart beats lying next to him by pumpkinless
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-26
Every time a text came through about flight times, Shane thought that would be the last one. That Ilya would say, no, actually, but I cannot come to your home over the summer and fuck you in your bed for two weeks and kiss and play house like we are boyfriends, because we are hockey rivals and this has been a seven year long mistake. Also, I will be blocking your phone number and never want to see you again unless I am beating you on the ice. He had doubted every second until Ilya was finally in his car in the airport parking garage.
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Lily: hollander this is a broken shack in the middle of the woods Jane: Listen. I think I got scammed. Lily: you THINK? in order to get some more privacy, shane looks into other cottage ideas.
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And Shane wants to let go. He wants to let go so bad, but he can’t help but feel like something bad will happen if he does, that the universe is somehow going to punish him for this, that everyone will be able to read this submission on his face and deprive him of everything he worked so hard for. As if reading his mind: “Just us in here,” says Rozanov, glancing around for emphasis, voice a solid, anchoring whisper. God, Shane wants. Shane wants so much that it hurts, makes his whole body ache with emptiness, and what he wants more than anything after to be held and pushed into – by Rozanov – is to listen and submit – to Rozanov. He wants Rozanov, and it should be scary, but all he feels right now is a want, an impenetrable need that makes him swallow around glass shards stuck in his throat and slowly put his palms flush on the floor in front of his knees, watching Rozanov like he’s in a trance. or, being the best might be starting to take its toll on Shane, and Ilya knows how to help
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While David rifles through the pantry, Ilya takes a deep breath. This is not his family. He’s here for Shane, because Shane needs him. He doesn’t—he needs to be the steady one right now. Because if Shane sees him freak out then Shane will just freak out more, and that’s not fair. Especially not when, objectively, intellectually, Ilya knows that there’s nothing to freak out about now. But the truth is, Ilya is nervous. or, ilya and david share a moment while shane and yuna go outside. set during s1e6.
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when in kyoto... by huacheesecake
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-26
“What Hollander? Never seen a pocket pussy before?” Shane snorts, he’s seen a pocket pussy before- but this one is a little different. It’s shaped like an egg. He frowns. Ilya takes the egg-shaped object out of the bag, grinning as he unravels the packaging, “Is Japanese sex toy. I bought it online.” Or Ilya makes a sex itinerary for his schedule-loving husband.
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