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Shane and Ilya’s 12-year-old son has his first panic attack before a hockey game. Luckily for him, he has a dad who is all too familiar with them.
- Part 2 of Our House
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i go home (just to see your face) by heydoeydoey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-24
Ilya misses the hit, the first time, digging a chunk of cookie out of his ice cream. But he catches the slow-mo replay, which is probably worse.
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all my days, i’ll know your face by justhockey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-24
“My husband won’t like you touching me like this.” “Husband, eh? You’re married?” Ilya can feel the sleepy rumble of the man’s voice against his back. He presses further into it, folding his own hand over the one that’s splayed against his stomach, and slotting their fingers together. “Yes. He will be very sad when he finds out I am in bed with second best hockey player in NHL.”
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nighty night, papa's mama by hollanov_1410
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-21
Shane and Ilya are living the domestic, married life they've always envisioned for themselves. But when their 3-year-old daughter experiences loss for the first time, in the form of a little bumblebee she befriended, Ilya finds himself guiding her through grief.
- Part 1 of Our House
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the flames all seemed to take the shape of you by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-19
He doesn’t remember any part of that night that didn’t involve Shane. He doesn’t remember the woman’s name, or what she looked like, or even why he didn’t go home with her. All of that was insignificant, a blur that faded into nothingness.
He only remembers Shane, and then the absence of him.
(They finally talk about what happened at the club.)
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“Okay,” Ilya announces, clapping his hands as he steps into the one room in the house Shane’s designer wasn’t allowed to touch. “Your father is abandoning us today. What do you want to do, dochen’ka?” From a tangle of hot pink sheets and butterfly-shaped pillows, his eight-year-old daughter looks up at him with more sass than any one person should be allowed to hold. “Dad has work,” Nina points out, just as Shane yells from the kitchen, “I am not abandoning you! I am going to my job!” -OR- Ilya and his daughter go to the Science Museum and learn that Ilya might be a little bit scared of butterflies.
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Ilya has a rough day(or a few)and Shane decides to pamper and spoil his husband to make him feel better
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Shane grinned. “You are experiencing baby fever!” Ilya cocked his head to the side, and looked at his husband confused. Shane let out a snort. Just a little one. Ilya raised his eyebrows, and Shane began to laugh. “Baby fever? What is this? I have no fever,” Ilya pouted. He couldn’t understand why Shane was giggling like a teenager. “Oh,” Shane kept laughing, almost not being able to get the words out. “Shaneee,” Ilya whined ----- After watching Amber Pike, Ilya gets hit with the worst baby fever of his life. Now he just has to convince his husband to get him one.
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“I had a dream,” Ilya replied. Shane tensed up. Shit! But Ilya soothed him, “A new one. Good one.” “Good?” “Yeah,” Ilya breathed. === One day, Shane finds Ilya listening to a melancholic piano piece on repeat.
- Part 1 of
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While at the cottage, Shane takes Ilya on an evening kayak ride across the lake. It goes super well, obviously, because they’re both extremely athletic and extremely mature individuals. “Well? Get in!” Shane said. “I will fall over,” Ilya said. “No, you won’t. You’re a professional athlete and I’m holding the boat. Don’t be a baby.”
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Ilya wants so many mornings with Shane that he takes waking up to those freckles for granted. He wants to know how Shane takes his coffee, how he picks out his clothes, what he puts in those stupid healthy smoothies he’s always drinking. He wants to know everything about Shane, all the little things that he’s never seen before. He wants to know him. Better than he knows himself. And it’s terrifying. So Ilya deals with his feelings the only way he knows how - (kitchen) sex Ilya has known Shane for his entire NHL career. Almost 10 years, off and on, in hotel rooms and apartments, through loss and trauma and stolen moments. Ilya knows what Shane looks like when he’s thinking too deeply, when he needs help to shut off his brain. When he’s desperate, needy and right on the edge. Ilya knows what he looks like when he cums, hands free, moaning out Ilya’s name into the air like a prayer. And he knows that look Shane has, impossibly fond, the one that always turns Ilya’s guts inside out. He knows he loves him, and he knows - terrifyingly - that Shane might just love him back. But he doesn’t know Shane. It’s never more apparent to him than now, standing in Shane’s cottage, waiting for the coffee to finish percolating. It’s the first time that he’s been alone in Shane’s home and he’s fascinated. It’s even more Shane than the apartment he’s only seen in the background of Facetime calls. Shane once admitted that most things in his apartment were picked out by a designer he hired when he first moved to Montreal. This place though? It has the little touches that just scream Shane’s practical taste - in the furniture, the art, and cheesy throw pillows his mom must have bought him. Ilya sees him in the family photos on the wall, moments in Shane’s life that he’s never even heard about before. Ilya wants to belong here. He wants to be in the photos on the wall, to have a say on the new rug that Shane talked about getting under the dining room table. He wants to wake up next to Shane beyond just these two weeks. Ilya wants so many mornings with Shane that he takes waking up to those freckles for granted. He wants to know how Shane takes his coffee, how he picks out his clothes, what he puts in those stupid healthy smoothies he’s always drinking. He wants to know everything about Shane, all the little things that he’s never seen before. He wants to know him. Better than he knows himself. And it’s terrifying. “You know,” Shane says, brushing past Ilya in the kitchen. “It doesn’t actually drip faster if you stare at it like that.” “No? Thought that was the saying - a watched pot always boils.” Shane laughs as he pours himself a cup, so at home here, in his loose t-shirt that’s wet at the collar from his shower. “A watched pot never boils. Coffee?” “Da. Your English idioms are stupid.” “Agree with you there. How do you take it?” “Black is fine.” Shane hands him the cup he just poured, in some cheesy tourist mug from some attraction in Ottowa. He pours another mug, and Ilya watches intently at the amount of milk that Shane pours into his mug. Shane’s oblivious to Ilya’s observation, he sips his coffee, looking at the lake out of the window. “Looks like it might rain today. I was hoping we could take out the kayaks.” “You have kayaks?” He’s distracted, not quite sure what a kayak is beyond some kind of boat. Ilya’s attention has moved to the way that Shane’s throat moves when he swallows his coffee, and the way that the water from his hair slides across it, soaking into the collar of his shirt. God, he wants Shane in so many ways but this is the most familiar. The heavy swooping in his gut, the way that he knows, instinctively, how Shane will react when he touches him. It’s familiar. He wants it now. Doesn’t think he’ll ever stop wanting it. “Yeah, it’s a good workout, going across the bay and back.” He crosses to the fridge, opens it to stare inside. “What do you want for breakfast?” He’s close enough now that Ilya can reach out, tug at his elbow until he’s closer. “What?” Shane asks, standing in front of him. “Hungry for something else,” Ilya says, taking the coffee mug out of his hands, setting them both behind him on the counter. “Want you.” “I just showered,” Shane sighs as Ilya’s lips land on the mark he left the night before, tongue sliding to taste every inch of him. “Ilya…” And god, Ilya’s addicted to the way that his first
- Part 1 of Got Me Goin’ Like (Ooh)
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There was a build up, okay? The tuna melt fiasco is their first hookup AFTER the summer but Ilya was emboldened by the last hookup BEFORE the summer. — Inspired by the 5 second clip in the montage in episode 4 where Ilya wears the teal Adidas shirt and they kiss against the glass/up the stairs in Shane’s apartment. When Ilya leaves his hotel on that late spring evening, the sun is still out and it would actually be a great evening for a walk. Hollander’s apartment is just a half hour walk away, but Ilya calls an Uber anyway. It’s warm, he just took a shower and got all nice and handsome for an evening with the one and only Shane Hollander. It’s been over two months since their last hookup and Ilya has been pestering him all morning and afternoon with lude texts and promises. It was worth every shut the fuck up and I’m at breakfast with my parents and not.before.the.game. To be fair, Shane was the one who asked him to come over after this game and he asked this two weeks ago. Two months since they’ve fucked and now Ilya had been looking forward to this night specifically for two weeks. Whether he was jerking off, or just trying to figure out what he should have for dinner, Shane Hollander was always right there at the forefront of his mind. Ilya tries not to dwell too much on what that means, tries not to dwell on why he’s been so bored with the Boston nightlife for a while now, tries his very best not to put two and two together and come to conclusions that will benefit no one. He’s sure everything will be just fine again after they fuck tonight and he gets this out of his system. At least for a little while. It’s nice to have this, this evening. The Raiders are out of the running for the cup after today’s game and Ilya could spend all night sulking about it, could start dreading the prospect of another miserable summer in Moscow today, but instead he gets to forget about it for one more night. Shane still greets him at the back entrance. “You’re not cold?” he asks, when Ilya shows up in nothing but a longsleeve Adidas shirt. “I guess it’s a pretty nice day out, but it’s supposed to rain later tonight.” “Are you the weatherman now?” Ilya asks, passing him through the door and heading up the stairs without waiting. Shane catches up to him and tries to pass him. Ilya blocks him. He can’t help himself. They do this every time. Ilya is pretty familiar with Shane’s apartment at this point. He knows all the lights are going to be dimmed with soft orange lighting. He knows the place is going to vaguely smell like vanilla from the fancy scented candles near the entrance. Just for decor, he’s pretty sure. Ilya has never actually seen Shane turn one on and he’s also never seen the remnants of one having been turned on before. He doesn’t know if Shane even likes the scent of vanilla that much. His shampoo and soap are citrussy. He doesn’t wear cologne. If Ilya had to guess, with the limited knowledge he has, he would guess that Shane doesn’t like any strong smells at all. But what does he know, really. To him the candles smell great. Maybe it’s pavlovian at this point. He enters the apartment, smells the candles and gets unimaginably horny. He takes his shoes off, before moving any further, but once they’re off he leaves Shane at the front door and lets himself wander. He passes the brown leather couch. They hadn’t gotten further than this point the last time he was there. They had fallen onto the couch right away. He bites his lip as he passes it, remembering how Shane had tentatively reached back with one hand and had said: “You can go harder if you want.” He had said it with his eyes tightly shut. Ilya didn’t need to be told twice, held him down and fucked him hard. He made sure to keep his own eyes open though, fixed on Shane’s face for any sign of unease or discomfort. It was a great night. “Did you get a haircut?” Shane then asks. Ilya turns to look at him, hand going up to his hair without thinking. “Couple days ago,” Ilya says. “You like it?” “It looks good,” Shane says, like it’s a forced admission. Shane then closes the gap between them, placing his hands right above Ilya’s hips. “No, it looks nice, pushed back like that,” he then says, more earnestly. Ilya thinks it’s so interesting how he gives these earnest answers when they are nose to nose and gets all snappy when there is too much space between them. Shane doesn’t give out a lot of compliments, so Ilya doesn’t respond. He’s sure he’ll ruin it if he does. But his silence is barely noticeable, because Shane kisses him and Ilya kisses him back eagerly, hands coming up to Shane’s face. Ilya feels his shoulders hit the glass panel of the staircase that heads up to Shane’s bedroom. And he can feel it in that very first kiss, that Shane is as hungry for this as he is. Shane’s hands start tugging on Ilya’s shirt immediately, and Ilya is more than happy to get rid of it. He laughs when Shane refuses to stop kissing him as he leads him up the stairs. Shane still has each and every one of those pillows, even though Ilya now knows he removes half of them everytime he goes to bed, just to put them all back again when he makes the bed in the morning. Something about liking the symmetrie. Ilya makes sure Shane gets fully undressed as he drops his own jeans and underwear, and then makes himself comfortable on the bed as Shane neatly puts the clothes on the chair. It only takes a second and Ilya thinks it is cute every single time. “Come lie down with me,” Ilya says, unnecessarily. But he knows Shane likes the clarity to start with. It’s a fine line Ilya is still figuring out. Shane likes direction, but he doesn’t like being treated like a prude. Likes being bossed around and being put in position, but doesn’t like feeling used. Ilya learns something new about him every time they get together. About the way he likes to have sex at least. Shane lies down next to him, on his side like Ilya, propped up on one elbow. Shane kisses him first again, running a hand up and down his chest, fingers flicking over his nipple, grazing over his chest hair. Ilya has to touch, too. He places a firm hand on Shane’s ass, pulling him close enough for their cocks to slide over each other. They both react to it simultaneously, pulling a little chuckle out of them. Shane’s smile is sweet like honey, even when he looks away. It gives Ilya an idea. He manoeuvres Shane onto his back and gets on top of him. He uses his hands to align their cocks and then gently grinds down. It elicits the exact reaction Ilya was hoping for. “Feels good?” he asks softly, just to make Shane think about it for that moment. Shane nods, looking up at him with both his hands on Ilya’s shoulders. “Feels really good,” he says, voice a few notches deeper than usual. Ilya grinds down again, repeating his movements at a steady pace. Shane lets one hand travel up to Ilya’s head and pulls him down for a long, openmouthed kiss, until he finally stops Ilya with both hands on Ilya’s hips and a small shake of his head. “I can’t keep this up much longer, I’m going to…”
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They lie in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the steady and slow beating of Shane’s heart on the monitor. He’s perfectly content to just bask in Ilya’s presence and form until the doctor comes back, but eventually, he can feel Ilya staring at him. So he opens his eyes and sees an expectant look on his husband’s face.
“What?” Shane questions.
“Are we going to talk about it?”
Shane’s brows draw down in confusion. “Talk about what?”
A mischievous grin splits Ilya’s face. “That I am your emergency contact.”
“Oh, my god,” Shane groans. “You are not going to make this a thing. It’s not a big deal.”
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Or, hockey injuries are temporary. But having Ilya Rozanov as your emergency contact is forever.
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“I'm not worried about it.” “Me neither,” Shane declares. And if that's true, the drugs must be pretty good, because Shane worries about everything. (Or: the second time Ilya Rozavov sees Shane Hollander high.)
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can the child within my heart rise above? by moonstonedaura
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-09
Shane reflects on his feelings about hockey after a fight with his and Ilya's teenage daughter.
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“Is she sleeping?” “Yeah, she’s out like a light.” He places a kiss to the back of Ilya’s neck. “She’s a good baby.” A contented hum leaves Ilya, then he turns around, scooping Shane into his arms. “And you’re a good dad.” “I still can’t believe that’s real.” Shane brushes his fingers over Ilya’s cheek, as if grounding himself to reality. “I can’t believe she’s ours.” Though it’s dark, he can see Ilya’s smile. “Lily Rozanov-Hollander.” He presses a kiss to Shane’s nose. “Has nice ring to it.” Five years after their marriage, Ilya and Shane decide to expand their family.
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a drag path, etched in the surface by justhockey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-09
It kind of looks like junk, at first. Just a random collection of items, like the lost property box at the arena for things the cleaners find after games. But Shane quickly realises that the collection isn’t random at all. No, this is a box of memories. Ilya’s memories of Shane.
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floating in awe (and wonder) by brokencomatose
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-08
“when we finish breakfast, i want you to go back up to our room. you will wait for me to take anya out and then I will come to you. you have choice- sit on edge of bed or sit in middle of bed. whatever you think will be most comfortable. okay?” shane pauses in the process of finishing off his second piece of toast, the bread halfway to his mouth as he blinks at Ilya a few times. “but-” “no,” ilya’s voice is low but firm, and he reaches his free hand out to nudge shane’s towards his mouth and waits until the other takes another bite before he continues. “you want to be good, yes?” shane nods almost immediately, the flush on his cheeks darkening to a deeper pink as he does so. “of course. but we need-” “to be good boy, that means that you will listen. you trust me to take care of you.”
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Competition was in Shane and Ilya's blood. Even when it comes to painting clay hockey helmets for charity. I do not support AI, I do not use AI in my work(s), and I do not consent to my work(s) being used for AI in any shape or form. If I ever find my work(s) outside of fan spaces where they should be, everything gets locked—that’s a promise, not a threat.
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The Next Paige by writinpoobs
Heated Rivalry (TV), Heated Rivalry (Book), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, The Long Game (Book)
2026-01-08
A few months ago Shane and Ilya had decided to take the next massive step in their relationship. Parenthood. With a birthday party to plan, the realness of fatherhood hits both of them. The beautiful and the ugly self doubt. At this point though, they know they can rely on each other. Even for this new chapter. (Hollanov child focused, Skip child mentioned!)
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- AO3:
- #77306986