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Shane As It Ever Was by Anonymous
Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-05-22
Ilya wakes with no memory after an eventful night. Or maybe it wasn’t eventful. He doesn’t remember, that’s the problem.
- Language:
- English
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- 7,110
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #85342996
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something in the water by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-04-17
“I can always play poker,” Hollander says, far slower than he’d recited the stats. “What are you playing?”
“Durak,” Ilya says when the others just look expectantly at him.
After a beat, Hollander seems to muster up his courage. “Can I join?”
Or: Five times people learn the still waters of one Shane Hollander hide a veritable card shark, and one time Ilya gets to see a different side.
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- English
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- 9,946
- Chapters:
- 6/6
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- 1
- AO3:
- #82145191
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make it make sense by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-03-07
In a world where David doesn't walk in on Shane and Ilya at the cottage, what happens next?
Well, Shane is his mother's son. He makes a plan.
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- English
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- 8,800
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #80781581
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Hayden is the person who knows Shane best. Even if he sometimes feels like he doesn’t know him at all.
Surely, that fear won’t be proven right after Shane’s concussion… right?
- Part 17 of [challenge] Heated Rivalry Febuwhump 2026
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- English
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- 1,398
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #79669056
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“We got married, Mom,” Shane said.
There was a slight pause. “Married,” his mother said.
Shane grabbed the phone. “Yes, Mom. We got drunk and then we went and got drunk married in Vegas. Happy MLH Awards Day to us all.”
“Shane,” Ilya said reprovingly.
“Well, we did.”
- Part 1 of Married in Vegas
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- English
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- 4,200
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #79694801
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This chat is dangerous by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-16
Gianna: what'd I miss??
Sarah: my cousin needs a date and shane hollander has a girlfriend
Gianna: omg????
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another WAG Ilya fic <3
- Part 1 of heated rivalry social media fics
- Part 6 of all dwk heated rivalry fics
- Language:
- English
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- 5,662
- Chapters:
- 5/?
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77044411
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Shane’s throat is scratchy, particularly when he has to face Ilya Rozanov. Surely, that is just coincidence.
- Part 14 of [challenge] Heated Rivalry Febuwhump 2026
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- English
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- 1,393
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #79184401
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Rose faces a problem. Svetlana may be the answer.
- Part 12 of [challenge] Heated Rivalry Febuwhump 2026
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- English
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- 1,398
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #79140586
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Some days, Ilya feels carved open.
Not all coping mechanisms are healthy. But sometimes, they just have to get you through.
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- English
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- 1,342
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #79020866
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Ilya is very sorry that Shane is no longer his agent’s favourite client.
Shane disagrees.
- Part 3 of a 'convenient' solution
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- English
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- 100
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #79075751
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“So,” McDermott says nervously, “I think I just saw something I wasn’t supposed to see.”
Benji’s imagination plays through a series of increasingly alarming scenarios. Fistfights. Cocaine. Indecent exposure. Honestly, with hockey players, it could be anything.
“Big names. Two really big names. They were…” McDermott lowers his voice. “I’m pretty sure they were kissing.”
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- 1,394
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #79031556
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The first time Rose sees Svetlana Vetrova, she doesn’t even get to talk to her, and it still steals her breath.
In which destiny meddles and Rose wishes it didn’t.
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- English
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- 1/1
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- AO3:
- #78918851
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“No, I mean you and Shane – I mean, Jane. You’ve made up.”
Ilya lurches towards her, halfway out of his seat before his brain catches up with him. He lets himself drop back into the couch, though the smug glimmer on Sveta’s face tells him the damage is done. He’s given the game away.
That doesn’t mean he can’t try regardless. “That’s – no, I don’t know a Shane,” he protests.
After the cottage, Svetlana lets on she knows, Ilya tries to play dumb, and Shane takes it a lot better than Ilya may have ever dreamed – roughly in that order.
- Language:
- English
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- 3,125
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #78211961
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Saying Nice Things About You (Behind Your Back) by Anonymous
Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-01-19
“Yeah, what the hell?” Comeau echoes. “Since when do you go around defending Rozanov?”
“I – I’m not,” Hayden says, starting to carefully fold his clothes so he doesn’t have to look anyone in the eye. Maybe Shane is onto something, always folding his things instead of throwing them into his bag. Gives you a moment to concentrate on something manual, to think before having to respond to questions and comments.
“You literally were defending him right now,” J. J. points out.---
Four times Hayden defends Ilya Rozanov to other people, and one time he defends Ilya from himself.
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- English
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77962536
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Language was mistake. Honeybees communicate by dancing. Works for them, lets them figure out where good flowers are. Ants do it with smells, little chemical trails on the ground to get back to food source. There’s a monkey that screams different for leopards than eagles – different sound for different predator. People, though. People have too many words, too many languages, and Ilya is very, very tired.
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- English
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77781486
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Shane slides onto the bar stool next to him. Elbow-to-elbow. In public, in the light of day, in front of everyone else in the bar. He doesn’t even hesitate. Ilya hadn’t thought Shane would be that brave. or Shane settles into himself. Ilya spirals. Shane walks into the resort bar like he owns it. Shoulders back, relaxed. He looks like he’s on set for one of the commercial shoots that Ilya will never admit he saves to watch when he’s alone. Ilya has seen him in a blazer before, of course. Ilya has seen him in tuxedos, head down and awkward like a kid trying on a grown-up costume. He doesn’t look like that now. He looks like a man dating a movie star. He looks like someone told him he’s Shane fucking Hollander, and he finally believed them. The butterflies that have been fluttering in Ilya’s stomach all morning concentrate into a knot of tension. Shane doesn’t play it cool or pretend not to notice him. He heads straight for Ilya. It’s the first time they’ve been in a city together when the hum of anticipation hasn’t built up under Ilya’s skin. The first time he’s been counting down the days with dread, as well as hungry, unacknowledged longing. Ilya gives himself a pep talk as Shane rounds the bar, and downs what’s left of his liquid courage. It’s time to act casual. What does it matter that Shane has a girlfriend he can be photographed in public with, who can make him smile without the need to hide it, who the world thinks is perfect for him. Ilya couldn’t care less. Shane slides onto the bar stool next to him. Elbow-to-elbow. In public, in the light of day, in front of everyone else in the bar. He doesn’t even hesitate. Ilya hadn’t thought Shane would be that brave. But maybe that isn’t important since they’re nothing anymore, with nothing to hide. Okay, Ilya tells himself. Let’s do this. Shane takes his duties as team captain seriously. Ilya should have expected that, even at the All-Star game, where no one takes anything seriously. Shane brings a different energy than Ilya to the role of captain. He’s calm and focused, attending to details and pre-show rituals like this is any other game of the season. Where Ilya hypes his team up before a game, Shane is the eye of the storm. The rest of the team whoops and jokes in the locker room before they take the ice, and all of them orbit around him like he’s their center of gravity. Ilya is more aware of Shane than he’s pretending to be, which is why he notices Shane circulating. He works his way through the team to speak with each player in turn. He mentions a highlight of their season so far, calling out a standout game or a specific play. He remembers something significant about every single one of them. Of course he does. Ilya wants to roll his eyes, but he has the feeling this isn’t only Shane’s encyclopedic knowledge of hockey at work. Their captain has done his homework. He knows how they shine brightest. Tonight, this is his team. Ilya leans casually against the wall when it’s finally his turn. “Saving best for last? You are here to tell me sweet words about your star player?” Shane’s expression is serious when he says, “Congratulations on not losing every game to Montreal this season.” He can’t hold onto it for long. The corners of his eyes crease and his lips curl up when Ilya dramatically clutches his chest and exclaims, “Everyone else in this room gets compliment.” “I had to think about yours for a while. That’s why I left you for last.” Shane’s eyes dance, bright and warm. “I know you’re not used to a fast center setting the pace. Try to keep up out there, okay?” Ilya doesn’t need to try. He and Shane move together on the ice like extensions of one thought. It’s automatic. Easy. Shane makes a blind pass to him and doesn't look back, like he trusts Ilya to always be exactly where Shane needs him to be. Shane disappears early from the afterparty. Ilya spends half an hour pretending he’s not searching the room for one particular person before he gives up and leaves. Shane doesn’t even glance up when Ilya sits down next to him on the beach. As if he knew Ilya would find him. As if he knew Ilya would look. Before the game, Shane had smelled of a new aftershave or cologne, something cool and spicy. It must have worn off by now, replaced by sunscreen and sweat, or the inoffensive soap from a post-game shower. They’re too close to the ocean, and too far apart from each other, for Ilya to tell. The sunset paints Shane gold. He’d stayed outside today long enough for the sun to bring out every freckle, a thousand constellations across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Ilya hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off him. By the pool, Shane’s pretty brown eyes had been covered by dark sunglasses that hadn’t actually hidden anything. Ilya would bet that Shane’s gaze was fixed on the water running down his chest and abs more than on his face. Shane has always been a contradiction. He’s all dedication and focus in the rink, and awkward uncertainty once his skates are off. It’s a combination that had fascinated Ilya in their early days—Shane’s capable self-assurance when they played against each other, contrasted against his willingness to let Ilya mold him like clay into the shape of his desire. He carries himself now like he’s as confident off the ice as on it, finally sure of himself. His fingers brush against Ilya’s in the sand without a glance to see who might be watching. He asks for Ilya’s room number as if it’s a foregone conclusion where they’ll end up tonight. Maybe it always has been.
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- English
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- 1/1
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- AO3:
- #77703146
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Jane and Lily are hockey fans and closeted actresses. When their texts get publicly leaked, their fake names of Shane and Ilya end up outing the two hockey players by accident.
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- English
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- 1,355
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- 1/1
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- AO3:
- #77422796
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David goes to Shane's cottage to get his phone charger. Or maybe, it's really not about the phone charger. Podfic Available
- Part 1 of The Family Hollander
- Language:
- English
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- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77224451
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it's after the after. after the sunset, back at the cottage, the comedown. a quiet conversation in the warm tub, night buzzing in through the open window. some ideas about the future. about what it's like to have one at all.
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- English
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- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #77029656
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He spots the note, finally. It was half-hidden under the packing peanuts. So you do not wake the hotel next time. “Fucking asshole,” Shane says into the quiet. His heart is pounding. There’s no one there to see, but he feels raw and exposed. He’s standing in his kitchen holding a fucking ball gag that Ilya Rozanov sent him. A ball gag in Boston Raiders colors: red and gold and black. -- Ilya sends Shane sex toys.
- Language:
- English
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- 6,910
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- 3/3
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #76005466