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  1. Game Night by

    Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
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    2026-03-17

    "What about with girls?” Ilya asked.

    Shane shrugged. He didn’t want to think about that now, not here, not when Ilya was conditioning his hair, not while the shower was warm and no one had to rush to find their underwear in a hurry.

    ”I don’t know, just regular.”

    “Regular,” Ilya said, like he was rolling the word around in his mouth, “Hm. Shame that you have to tell all your women I gave you crabs.”

    Shane elbowed him in the ribs, just a light touch, “Fuck off, you don’t have crabs.”

    The MHL has some of their finest in New York City to film promo for the upcoming season. Shane doesn't notice that, in the absence of hockey, Ilya keeps inventing games to keep his attention.

    Featuring a broken condom, too many questions, and probably too much vulnerability for two guys who aren't even supposed to be friends.

    (Canon-compliant, set in the ep. 4 montage)

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  2. Shane Hollander's Guide to a Sexy Summer Staycation by

    Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
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    2026-01-12

    Shane basks in Ilya's decision to come to the cottage for all of thirty seconds before panic sets in... Excerpt: Yuna blinked at him. "You can't just go. You’re still recovering Shane. You’re in a sling for goodness sake.” “No, I know. I…” he cleared his throat. “I know. It’s just…” he trailed off, unable to come up with a single valid reason for the nonsense he was currently spouting. Well, nothing other than all the things he couldn’t say. Rozanov was coming! To Shane’s cottage. Everything on the precipice of changing when he didn’t have any vodka in the cabinet. In the freezer? The refrigerator? Where the hell was the vodka supposed to go? His dad sometimes drank vodka…why didn’t Shane ever pay attention to where it went? He should know this shit! His man was Russian!

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  3. You Chirp Like a Sparrow by

    Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
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    2026-01-03

    There are all kinds of theories about why Scott Hunter and Shane Hollander dropped gloves, but only one of them makes Ilya Rozanov livid... Excerpt: Ilya shrugged. "Who cares what ancient Scott Hunter says to make Shane Hollander mad?” Ilya. Ilya cared very much. Had sent a series of curious texts to Jane throughout the night that had all gone unanswered. Whatever. “Is no big deal. Hollander probably stole Hunter’s old man handkerchief to use as bib.” “Just don’t ask my wife. She has theories upon theories.” Ilya swung toward Jason Caine, the hulking defenseman Boston had acquired from Pittsburgh in a recent trade. Ilya was still figuring the quiet, stoic man out. “Theories?” “Yeah. I tell her she reads too much fanfic.” With a fond grin, he slung his bag over his shoulder. “Anyway, see you guys in the morning.” "Wait," Marleau cut in, turning to Jason. “Now you got me curious as hell. What’s your wife’s theory?” "Yes Caine. What is this theory?"

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  4. Should Have Known Better by

    Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
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    2026-01-02

    “But you should get tested, it’s important. I go every three months. Like the dentist. My dick is very healthy.” “Well…good, I guess.” Shane didn’t have a rebuttal. It was a good point actually. “Wait, you go to the dentist every three months? I thought it was supposed to be six?” “You cannot possibly be this boring, Hollander.” — Shane is tired, but he’s not missing a chance to see Ilya after a New York charity game. Canon compliant, deleted scene type short fluff. Shane wouldn’t miss a night with Ilya. He wouldn’t, and he wasn’t about to pretend he would. After all these years, he had made his peace with what his priorities were. He’d miss dinners, and parties, a movie premier (once), calling his mom, after game rituals, drinks with his teammates, well deserved ice-baths, and almost anything else (provided it didn’t effect his playing) for an hour with Rozanov. He wasn’t proud. But tonight… well he had missed about all of those. And Shane was frankly cranky. He had skipped lunch because, well. He had preferences for how he liked sex and hadn’t seen Rozanov in more than two months. Then he had played a brutal game against the Bears. It was a skirmish, for charity, so it shouldn’t matter but he hated the blood boiling feeling of watching Ilya across the ice, seemingly unphased by seeing him, crooked smile coming as easy as ever. He hated the taste of copper in his mouth as he took a bad fall in the fourth quarter. His hamstring hurt. His knee hurt. His ass hurt, and not in the fun way. He had watched his teammates commit to huge pasta dinners and he watched them go with more than a twinge of jealousy that came directly from his stomach. He took a shower, and he found himself fantasizing both about Ilya (a familiar kind of shame) and the take-out he was going to smash after (brand new.) He had basically stormed through Rozanov’s hotel room door about an hour ago. His hair was still damp from his after game shower. He thought he even registered a look of surprise on Rozanov’s face before slamming into him, and then slamming into the couch, all things hard and fast and crashing. He vaguely noted that this room wasn’t up to Ilya’s standards, maybe he had booked a second room just to fuck in. Fine. “Holla-oof,” Rozanov had greeted him, before being cut off by Shane basically tossing him against the flimsy Hilton wall. He looked as delicious as ever, Shane noted with more than a bit of envy and annoyance,he had also clearly just showered with low slung joggers and a black T-shirt Shane thought he must get tailored to cling to his biceps just so like that. Ilya had responded to his violence in kind, strong hands gripping Shane and lifting him off the ground, slamming him onto the hotel couch in a way that felt unstructurally sound. Shane bit his lip. “Out for revenge for your loss, Hollander? I can show you some moves, if you’re looking for a mentor.” Ilya had quipped, making quick work of Shane’s jeans. Shane didn’t have time for this, he grabbed him by the nape of his neck, pulling him down. Somewhere under the primal taking and shoving and kissing with teeth Shane felt a deep gratitude that Rozanov seemed fine with anything he threw at him. On the ice it was like he could read his mind in the worst way, blocking him, always one step ahead, one millimeter closer, but here Shane felt greedy for it. He pushed and Ilya was there to catch him. He bit and Ilya bit back, He didn’t need to explain, say “I want it rough tonight,” he didn’t need to say anything. It was choreography. It was a play. Rozanov knew his positions so well. Shane thought he was going to get exactly what he wanted, Rozanov, hard and fast and with minimal posible quips, until about 15 minutes ago when he had his leg hauled up on Rozanov’s shoulder, everything slicked and aligned and perfect and- “Wait,” Shane had said, reluctantly, “stop.” His leg was killing him, throbbing pains shooting through the muscle of his thigh. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered how instantly Ilya stopped, no comments, no hesitation. Shane had been with girls who needed to be stopped five, six times before they got the hint. He wondered if this meant he had literally never stopped Rozanov before, and surmised that probably he was mostly saying “yes yes please” with every cell in his body instead. “Not good?” Ilya asked, sliding his hand from under Shane’s ass up his leg to his ankle, which rested on Ilya’s shoulder. “No,” winced Shane, “it’s uh, god it’s really good-“ Ilya smirked, Shane scowled, “My hamstring, I think I sprained it tonight.” Recognition flooded Rozanov’s face, and if he would allow himself the luxury of imagining it, Shane thought he saw a smidge of relief there too. Ilya surveyed him, laid out beneath him, raw and hard and breathless, and ran his hand up his inner thigh with a practiced ease. “Here?” He asked, rubbing his thumb down the tight muscle. Shane shivered, winced. “Yeah, but I could, turn - “ But Ilya was already moving away from him, perfect naked ass lit by the mediocre hotel lamps. “You need ice.” He called over his shoulder, “This terrible hotel is for business meetings. It has a fridge.” Shane blinked taking in the suite for the first time. It did look like a business hotel, they had crash landed on the living room portion but there was a small fridge where Ilya was heading, with a hot plate and a sad looking Mr. Coffee. “I don’t want ice,” Shane called, reaching for a forgotten couch pillow to cover his erection. Damn Ilya for seeming perfectly at ease this naked, coming back holding an ice pack and his cigarettes, dropping both on the hotel coffee table. He stole the pillow out of Shane’s hands and spread his legs. Shane could feel himself blushing. “You’re in a bad mood, Shane Hollander.” Ilya told him dryly as he gingerly moved Shane’s dick away from the cold and pressed the ice pack just right into Shane’s thigh. It actually felt much better, Shane could feel himself unclench. Ilya reached for his cigarettes but struggled stupidly trying to light them and still hold the ice pack against Shane’s thigh. Shane sighed, took his lighter, lit it for him. Ilya looked sincerely delighted by this, like he might even laugh. Shane scowled deeper. “What has crawled up your ass?” Rozanov asked, moving his leg to stretch it out in just the way you were always taught in sports medicine.

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  5. i could take away the salt from your eyes by

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    2025-12-23

    Shane can feel it the moment Ilya’s breathing starts to even out. He has no idea how much time has passed since he climbed into Ilya’s lap. Since they kissed. Since the moment he saw that first tear fall from Ilya’s eye. - OR - The missing scene from Episode 5, between Shane crawling into Ilya's lap and leaving the hotel room.

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  6. we all need a friend sometimes by

    Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
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    2025-12-23

    Svetlana has seen enough hockey injuries happening in real time to recognize a bad one. After the way Cliff Marlow collided with Shane Hollander, she is not surprised to see that the former needs to be taken off the ice by paramedics. What she is surprised by, however, is the look on Ilya’s face when it happens. Suddenly, a lot of different things start to make sense. OR: How Svetlana figures it out and doesn't let Ilya be alone while he worries about Shane.

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