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The Benefits of Friendship by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-09-27
Shane and Ilya are coming out this summer. First they need to convince the fans that being competitive doesn’t depend on hating each other at all, actually. With a little [a lot] of help from Harris Drover, it’s all going according to plan. [Well, except Ilya keeps saying that being public friends means they're now officially friends with benefits. Shane did not buy Ilya a ring to be demoted to friends with benefits.]
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The camera tracks Shane and Ilya as they race back up the ice. They cross the finish line in a blur of speed and round on Harris.“I don’t-,” Harris says, “It was so tight. Maybe we call it a draw?”
Ilya throws his arms up. “[Beep], is not a f-[beep]-ing draw, is-”
“Harris, what the [beep]?” Shane shouts, eyes wide. “What do-”
The two of them abruptly fall silent.
“Um, sorry, sorry.” Ilya shrugs.
Shane flushes. “Sorry, yeah, sorry Harris.”
“So I’m guessing,” says Harris, “you want a re-do?”
“Cannot be a tie,” Ilya says at the same time Shane says, “draws aren’t a real thing.”
Harris can’t help it. He bursts out laughing.
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"Hey." J.J. held out his hand for a handshake, as if he were meeting Ilya for the first time, and Shane supposed that in a way he was. "Zane says you don't suck."
Shane had not made Ilya promise to be on his best behavior, and he regretted that immediately as he watched Ilya shake J.J.'s hand with an expression of exaggerated confusion.
"Bood is slandering me? Why would he do this?" Ilya turned to Shane. "And you! You are letting your friends believe I don't give excellent—"
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Shane told J.J. the truth after the almost-plane-crash. Now Shane has the aggressive support of his most sociable and meddlesome friend.
- Part 2 of you've got a friend in me
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Finally open with their relationship and on the same team, suddenly Shane and ilya re not competing against each other. Or are they Or Ilya loves a DIY scoreboard
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Based on a tumblr post by stormsthatrage: Heated Rivalry AU where the relationship reveal happens because David Hollander's phone gets hacked and approximately 5,000 pictures and videos of Shane and Ilya being cute (both together and individually) get dumped onto the internet. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t particularly the worst way to be outed. There was no good way to be outed, of course, but the leak wasn’t their emails, like the Prince of England and the President of the USA’s son, and it wasn’t a video of them together in a compromising position, like the Crown Prince of Sweden. No, it came from an innocent source, one that would beat himself up about it for years to come, even after they’d forgiven him a thousand times over. Their relationship was made public because of one man’s secret proclivity towards photography. — Shane woke up to a pounding headache and someone knocking on the door to the room he was currently sleeping in. He picked his head up from Ilya’s chest, nudging his boyfriend to wake him up, too, and looked around his childhood bedroom with bleary eyes. He shouldn’t have let himself fall for Ilya’s tricks the night before; his boyfriend knew that he couldn’t resist a challenge, and somehow it became a competition to see who could down more shots the fastest. They’d been playing UNO, for Christ’s sake, how did that become an LMFAO song? ”Yeah?” Shane croaked before clearing his throat. God, his mouth was so dry. Fuck Ilya and his stupid fucking vodka. “Come in.” The door opened to reveal his mom, a worried look painted across her face. “Did I wake you?” ”Yes,” Ilya mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “What’s up?” ”So…” Shane pushed himself up to stare at his mom, standing in the doorway, wringing her hands. “Mom? What is it?” Yuna sighed before taking a step into the room. She came to sit on the bed next to Shane, her phone in her hand. “David went to work this morning and…” Terror pooled in Shane’s stomach like ice water. “What happened to dad?” ”No, no, David’s fine.” Yuna reached out and took Shane’s hand in her own. “David’s fine. He’s pissed off and feels really, really guilty, but he’s fine.” ”Why is David guilty?” Ilya said, still half asleep. ”There was a cyber attack on the building. And they got everyone’s cell phones, too.” Shane sighed. He’d heard about that happening at a few different government buildings recently. It sucked, but why would it make his dad feel guilty? It’s not like he had government secrets on his phone. ”Okay,” Shane said. “So why do you look like something really bad happened? Not that the cyber attack isn’t bad, but…” ”Why wake us up to tell us?” Ilya finished. ”David…” Yuna sighed again. “David had a folder of photos on his phone. Of you two. Together.” The ice was back in Shane’s stomach. He felt Ilya sit up beside him, felt his warm hand spread across his lower back, the slight tremor in his fingers. “How many pictures?” Shane whispered. ”About… 5000,” Yuna said. ”Jesus Christ.” Shane buried his face in his hands. ”What are we doing in these photos?” Ilya asked. ”Nothing bad, just… It’s pretty obvious that you’re in a relationship. There’s pictures of you kissing, and snuggling on the couch. A few videos where you say that you love each other.” Her cheeks went a little pink. “You two being a bit messy last night.” ”Last night?” Shane looked up at his mom with wide eyes. “He took videos of us last night?” Yuna nodded. ”Jesus Christ,” Shane said again, flopping back onto his bed. — Hayd: You okay? Hayd: Shane? Shane: Currently throwing up, but yeah. I’m okay Hayd: too much vodka? Shane: too much vodka — Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov - Lovers? Published 2 hrs ago It came as a surprise to pretty much everyone in the hockey world (and a few outside of it) when the photos leaked this morning of Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov in a - gasp shock
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Ilya sees Scott Hunter kiss his man on the ice and is immediately filled with horror at being out-done by him, so calls Shane so they can plan how they're going to fix this.
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Easy but competitive by RatedEforEmotion
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-15
"Let's see who cracks first then." "Is that a fucking challenge, Rozanov?" He asks with a shit eating grin on his face. "You bet it is." "Alright." Shane extends a hand. "Bring it on." And oh, Ilya intends to. Ilya loved days like this. It was sunny, the kind of sunny that made the grumpiest people happy. The Canadian birds were chipping away and Shane was playing some God awful music. The lake was calm, glassy in places, broken only by the soft lap of water against the dock. Shane had taken over the entire cottage with noise and movement- bare feet on wood, the screen door slamming, laughter echoing out across the trees. Ilya loved the way the air smelled like pine and warm water , loved the ache in his shoulders from swimming too long, loved lazy lunches that stretched into the afternoon and conversations that didn’t go anywhere important. He loved how quiet his mind felt here, how the days asked nothing of him except to be present. But most of all Illya loves that all of his days seemed to be like this. His stay at the cottage has been extended so many times both he and Shane know he'll be here as long as possible, likely untill start of the season. "Do you want ice-cream?" Shane asks, sitting down on the swing while purposely letting their legs touch as he types something onto his phone. "Dad says there was a discount at the store, he could drop us off some." "Hollander, do your parents know you're a millionaire?" Illy scoffs, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "So, you don't want the ice-cream?" "Of course I do." He grins, looking out over the lake. "When can David bring it to us?" "Stop calling him David, it's weird." Shane grumbles, furrowing his brows. "What should I call him?" Illya smiles, reaching over and soothing his eyebrows because he can. He can just reach over and do little things without it being questioned, without Shane wondering why he's doing it. Because it's not weird to cuddle your boyfriend, it's not weird to soothe him or even call him nicknames. Ilya wonders if Shane would like that. What would they even call eachother? "He'll bring it over in like 20 minutes." Shane says, breaking him away from his thoughts. "Good." He says, letting his fingers go up into Shane's hair and watching as the other man molds into it, sliding closer and letting Ilya play with his hair. "You're very easy." "Excuse me?" He finally puts down his phone, his gaze, although offended, finally landing on Ilya. "I am not easy." "You are, Hollander. Let's be honest." Ilya grins, God he loves fireing him up. "Fuck off." Shane scoffs, pulling back a bit. "You're easier than me." "I am not." He says, getting offended himself even when he knows they're both purposely firing eachother up. "Even if I was, I am better at resisting than you." "You are not." Shane says, staring him down. "It's not my fault you're the one always staring things. If I even tried you would fold so fast." Ilya stares at him, Shane cannot possibly be serious. They have been doing this for the better part of a decade and it is very obvious Shane has always been easier. It started with him being less experienced and following Ilya's lead but over the years it's just the way they work. Yes, Ilya starts things but that's because Shane always goes for it with enthusiasm. "Is that so?" He raises his eyebrows. "Try then. Let's see who cracks first." "Is that a fucking challenge, Rozanov?" He asks with a shit eating grin on his face. "You bet it is." "Alright, game on." Shane extends a hand. "Bring it on." And oh, Ilya intends to. He, of course, is the first to make a move and it's as soon as just ten minutes later when David brings them ice cream. They're eating it in the kitchen, still mildly bantering about who will last longer, when he starts. He holds Shanes eyes, sucking the vanilla ice-cream off the tip of his spoon. He watches Shane's lips part and does it again, letting some ice cream drip out and off the corner of his lip before slowly licking it. Ilya knows he has a big ego, he has always been told so, but he knows it's not just his ego talking when it comes to giving head. Ilya is amazing at it, he's amazing with his mouth and he knows Shane knows so. He knows Shane is thinking about it as he watches his suck the spoon. "Fuck you." Shane whispers. "That's playing dirty." "Nei." Ilya shakes his head, putting the spoon down. "It's playing exactly as this is to be played." "Whatever." Shane says, looking away. Ilya grins, watching the skin under his freckles darken. That evening, as he's sitting at the couch and scrolling through his phone he can feel Shane come up behind him. His elbows rest on the backrest of the couch right behind Ilya and he leans in, whispering into his ear. For a moment Ilya thinks his brain is messing with him, that he's forgotten English words again but then he catches up, realising Shane is whispering French into his ear. "Fuck off with that croissant shit." He says with a chuckle. He knows what Shane was going for but Ilya prefers his dirty talk in languages he understands.
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