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“Do you think I could get into the dressing room hallway?” Ilya asked.
The photographer cocked their head, “Why?”
“I feel that doesn’t matter to you.”
Ilya could feel his stomach sinking. How was he supposed to get to Shane Hollander if he never stayed still? “Do you know when he will be done with everything?” When the photographer gave him a confused and irritated look, he reached for his wallet. “Better yet, do you have his phone number?”OR
The model AU inspired by all the stunning runway looks and the love that, in every universe, Ilya has for Shane Hollander.
- Language:
- English
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- 99,782
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- 11/11
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- 1
- AO3:
- #92178606
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There was probably something wrong with him, that being spanked until he cried by his husband made him pliable and horny, but he didn’t care. He didn’t have to worry about anything anymore, except pleasing Ilya. Shane doesn't make decisions anymore. That's Ilya's job - all Shane has to do is obey.
- Language:
- English
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- 3,127
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- 1/1
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- AO3:
- #90406316
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In case of Rozanov, contact Jane by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-08-10
The Boston Raiders don't know who Jane is.
They only know she lives in Montreal, Ilya sees her whenever they're in town, and she seems to be the only person on earth capable of keeping Ilya Rozanov on a leash.
After two weeks of bag skates, Marlow decides they're desperate enough to call her.
He probably should've asked Ilya who Jane actually was first.
- Part 1 of In case of...
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 9,059
- Chapters:
- 2/2
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #90235596
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Sober or Not, It’s Always You by shanebug_2481
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-07-11
The room tilted slightly, and Shane’s throat was raw. He swayed there a moment, scanning the spinning room for somewhere to steady himself – for Haas or Dykstra. Ilya had been right; he should have slowed down, stayed with his teammates. He hadn't listened, and now he was alone, 2 Moscow Mules and 3 shots deep, stuck at the bar and lost in a sea of people. Shane just wanted his husband. The alcohol hadn't done anything to soften the effects of the music and lights encircling him. He felt trapped – suffocated – like his skin was fusing itself to his stiff muscles. The room spun faster, and the Canadian wasn't convinced he was standing upright anymore. His heart pounded in his ears as the music rattled his ribcage once more, an insatiable itch beckoning his blunt fingernails. He wanted to scream. He wanted to rip his hair out. He wanted to tear his clothes off. He wanted Ilya.
- Language:
- English
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- 10,157
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #88341231
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there may never next time be by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-06-01
He figures Ilya would be pretty surprised if he showed up to his house out of the blue. Surprised enough to be put off, probably. Shane is way too bad of a liar to think of any plausible excuse. If this is really happening, if Shane is actually by some miracle getting another shot at this, then he’s going to have to play this smart. His impatience to see Ilya again will have to be tempered. He’s not sure how time travel works, but he has the sneaking suspicion that one wrong move could unravel everything.
Ilya is alive.
Just the thought of it is enough to make Shane crack his first smile in a year.
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AU in which Ilya dies in the Centaurs' plane crash. A year later, careless with grief, Shane drives his car into a blizzard and wakes up in Boston, in 2016. When faced with the opportunity to do it right this time, and keep Ilya for good, Shane knows that every decision he makes will be crucial. It's terrifying, but Ilya once told him that he's brave. Now it's up to Shane to prove it.
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- English
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- 23,149
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #85966106
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“You want to fix things, Hollander?” Ilya murmurs, riding the first wave of confidence he’s managed to find in weeks. “Maybe you show him what I was missing while you were busy being scared. Why going without it made me into something so terrible.”
When Ilya’s grip slackens, Shane turns inside of it just enough to align their faces. Temple to temple, hot breath between their mouths. Close enough to count the stars again.
“Ilya…” he whispers, clinging. "I—I need you."
“You always have,” Ilya allows himself a small, genuine smile. “Will you prove it, Shane?”
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- English
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #85098486
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“I’m…. I have a boyfriend, actually,” Shane whispered. “So…”
“So?” The demon’s expression broke into an amused grin. “I don’t really care, but I can be polite. Where’s he, then?”
He ditched me just an hour before our date for something definitely more important, and that’s how I got in a shitty warehouse with my friends, summoning a sex demon, who hit my balls while I was asleep and it was so fucking good I got the hardest orgasm in my life, though Shane.
“Like, currently?” he said. “I don’t know.”
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Demon summoning go wrong. Or right?
- Language:
- English
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- 10,246
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #83897671
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Eric Bennett hasn't cried.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 688
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #83671576
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if the silence takes you (then i hope it takes me too) by chagrinocturne
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-04-02
“Ilya, baby,” he started, instinctively, in English. “Slow down a little, I-” “Что?” he murmured, blinking at him, confused now. “Почему…?” Or: Ilya is the one taking a hit on the ice. He’s brought to the hospital, concussed. When he wakes, he can only speak Russian… and Shane has been studying.
- Language:
- English
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- 5,511
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #82306826
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take what i want (and i want you) by velvetkiwi
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-01
"I want to not be me for a while. I want to reach a point where my 'yes' doesn't matter because you’ve already decided for me." Shane Hollander is tired. Tired of the 'Golden Boy' mantle, tired of the Captain’s "C," and tired of being the one in control of every single detail. He doesn't just want a night off; he wants to be dismantled. He leaves the back door of his cottage unlocked as a silent invitation for a thief to take what he's no longer willing to carry. And Ilya Rozanov is more than happy to steal the one thing Shane has never been able to give up: his autonomy.
- Part 1 of My Strange Addiction
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- English
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- 13,593
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- 3/3
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- 1
- AO3:
- #82088106
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my heart, it pours and pours by SimpforLinBeifong
Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-03-27
Shane goes down on the ice, hard. Ilya spirals in the locker room. Yuna makes a phone call. Somehow, it ends well. *** He hears a sharp breath being sucked in and a cold, decidedly female voice states “Ilya Rozanov.” It feels like a bucket of ice-water has been dropped on his head, chilled tendrils crawling down his back. "Who-who is this?” he manages to get out. “Yuna Hollander,“ the woman, Yuna fucking Hollander, hisses, like an angry cat. “Shane Hollander’s mother!”
- Part 1 of Hollanov Mpreg One-Shots
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- English
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- 6,512
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #81957776
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Luca Haas: Lost in New York by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-22
On an off day in New York, the Ottawa Centaurs are free to do as they please to enjoy the city. While everyone is making plans, it is revealed that nobody knows where Luca is. Not even his own boyfriend.
OR
The Ottawa Centaurs convince themselves that Luca was kidnapped in New York City.
- Part 3 of Ottawa Centaurs Gone Wild
- Language:
- English
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- 3,677
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #81644911
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Shane Hollander's PDA Agenda by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-17
It happens in an instant.
Over Ilya’s shoulder, Shane sees the doctor and Wiebe give each other a look, and in a sudden bout of impatient anxiety, Shane ends up saying the words that come to ruin everything.
“Don’t touch me.”
The effect is instantaneous. Ilya’s hands fly to his sides, and Shane gets a front row seat as Ilya’s heart breaks before his very eyes. Eyes dimming and lips trembling in slow, painful technicolor.
It causes Shane’s heart to break, too, and he vows, immediately, never to see such a look cross his husband’s face again.
OR Shane embarks on a mission to heal his husband’s heart, one PDA at a time.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 39,658
- Chapters:
- 5/5
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #78297091
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When Shane suspects Ilya has the flu but he's away for a game, he calls upon his mother to make sure Ilya is well taken care of in his absence. ___ “I’m sorry I thought you were mama,” Ilya quickly said on top of her words, still unwilling to meet her eye. So this was where the majority of the silence stemmed from, then. Shame. She immediately sat back down, plate forgotten. Even with his head angled downwards, she did not miss the red flush on his cheeks and chin. YUNA “Hey, sweetheart. Isn’t the game beginning in two hours? What’s up?” Yuna huffed quietly into the receiver of her phone, amused, as she watched David mercilessly throw snow off of the roof of their car with a shovel. He caught her watching through the kitchen window, sent her a gloved thumbs-up, and continued to sweep it from the windshield as if he had a vendetta against the wintertime. “Mom— hi,” Shane’s voice was tinny and obscured on the other line, as it always was whenever he was so far away, but this time even more-so when combined with the noise of what must have been the locker room. Shane rarely ever called this soon before a game; his priorities often more-so aligned with keeping his teammates in check and completing pre- game interviews, not placating his nervous mother. Something was amiss, and she had a nagging feeling it was serious. “Is something wrong?” She asked, unable to contain it. She heard him sigh. That was never a good start. Somewhere near him, a teammate shrieked something incoherent. But she patiently waited him out as he tried to find the words. “It’s— Lily,” he finally said, clearly frustrated. Her heart ached. She hated that he needed to be so careful with his words when around anyone he knew personally. She hated that he couldn’t be open and honest and carefree. She hated that all of the men he surrounded himself with got to talk openly about their wives and girlfriends and children, and he was relegated to a code- word like an obsessive middle schooler. But she steeled that anger for another time. “She’s sick, I think. Since I’m all the way over here for another twenty-four hours at least, I was hoping you might be able to… check up on her.” The ‘her’ was strained. Yuna nodded gratuitously, despite the fact that her son couldn’t see her. “Of course. Of course I will. Do you know specifically what’s wrong?” “Flu, I think. H—she won’t tell me. She mentioned not feeling well a few hours ago, and I haven’t heard anything since,” then, quieter, more nervous: “she would never ask for help, but I know she needs it. She wouldn’t have mentioned anything if it wasn’t bad.” Yuna Hollander did not know her son’s boyfriend quite well just yet. He had only recently fully transitioned to living in Ottawa, and therefore only just becoming a common occurrence in their lives— perhaps even more common than her own son. She had had him over plenty of times with Shane by his side, but only a handful of times by himself: almost always to watch Shane’s games. While so much was obscured in shrouded ambiguity, though, she did know one thing for certain: that Ilya Rozanov seemed to be a very stubborn man. And that Shane himself would never reach out, asking for her help on his behalf, if he didn’t think he needed it. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” she decided. “I’ll send you updates, but focus on the game for now, okay?” Shane snorted. “Yeah, yeah. Text me, please.” “Of course, honey. I love you.” “Love you too.” ____ Ilya’s new-construction mansion in Ottawa, purchased with Yuna’s amateur but enthusiastic real-estate guidance, was imposing beneath the newly-fallen snow: large and dark and glassy. David had managed to free Yuna’s car by the time she’d gathered a bag of groceries and medication, and she was not particularly cautious on her speedy drive over. She did not bother with knocking. There was no doorbell, and the house was sprawling; she doubted Ilya would notice if she walked right in if he was in one of the back bedrooms. She put in the code Shane had given her and noisy kicked off her shoes to announce her presence, but it sparked no reaction from the silent, open-floor living space. She placed her shopping bags on the counter and continued down the hall, knocking on the large door she remembered leading to the master bedroom when she had last been given a tour by the realtor, months ago. “Ilya? It’s Yuna,” she called, forcefully. There was no answer. Suddenly nervous, her hand shook, just barely, on the handle. “I’m coming in.” The room was dark, save for the meager light coming from a lamp on the dresser. It smelled stale and musky, like a teenage boy’s room when left unattended and uncleaned for too long. It was not messy, though— but eerily empty, as though nobody lived there. No clothing, no photos, no decorations besides the essential bedroom furniture. The only sign of life was a curled-up lump on the bed, facing away from the door. Yuna walked over, crouching down beside the bed near Ilya’s sleeping face. His expression, though slack and peaceful, was marred by the pallor of his skin and the unsettling, uneven pattern of his breathing. She slowly reached up to comb a hand through his hair, and nearly yanked her fingers back when she found it soaking wet, heat radiating from his skull. When she had first become a mother, pregnant with Shane, she was mortified that she would have to do things like this: take care of gross, feverish bodies, change diapers. But when she held him in her arms for the first time, it was as though his body became an extension of hers, and that fear dissipated into only small queasiness during episodes of sickness. Though Ilya was not hers by nature, she felt that same unyielding courage in the face of just how gross his damp, sticky skin felt. She quickly yanked the mound of blankets and quilts atop him down to his hips to cool him down, pressing a hand to his back. His tee-shirt was soaked through with sweat. When she then felt his neck, the temperature there was no better. “Ilya,” Yuna, though a calm person in most situations, felt the tightening in her voice. Why hadn’t he woken up by now, with all of this prodding? His skin was hotter than she’d ever felt
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So Much Of You Is Left Behind by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-21
Loud beeps from his phone startled Ilya, and he slowed down, reaching for the device he’d put on the bar between his legs. Jane. He smiled to himself when he saw the notifications, and, checking Marlowe was absorbed in his own fitness, opened it quickly, smiling in anticipation of Shane's words.
The smile was wiped off his face almost instantly.
The blood drained from his face, and Ilya felt like the bottom had just fallen out of his world.
*****
Maybe he was naive, but Ilya always thought he had time. Time with Shane. Time to tell him what he truly meant to him.
That, somehow, one way or another, Shane would always be there.
But a text message late one night threatens to destroy the future that Ilya has spent the time carefully constructing in his mind.
Maybe Shane wasn't always going to be there. That Shane would be cruelly snatched away from him before he had a chance to be honest.
That he would be left behind. Alone.
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #79140611
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“I have a secret,” Ilya whispers.
Half-awake, Shane blinks at him sleepily. “What is it?”
“I cannot say.” Ilya’s eyes flicker between Shane’s. “But this secret, it is why things are complicated. It is why I didn’t go to Russia when my father died.”
OR: a rewrite of Heated Rivalry, with a twist.
- Part 7 of cjo + hr
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- English
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- 4/7
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- #78768181
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Ten minutes into the drive back to his cottage, Shane carefully signals and pulls over onto the shoulder of the empty road, then slumps over with his forehead on the wheel.
- Part 3 of
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"I’m sorry, I am just—” He drops his fork to wave his hand around, the way he does when he's searching for the proper word. He knows enough English words to describe what it is he’s feeling, but they don’t feel like adequate descriptors. My father, the man I loathe, is dying, and there is nothing I can do to save him. Everyone in my life expects so little of me, and I feel as though I may disappear. I feel like, if I did disappear, perhaps the world would be all the better for it. You are the only man in my life who has made me feel happy to take up space. Shane, tell me, what is the English word for this?
Ilya Rozanov's okay, not good, probably bad day.
Set during a liminal space of my design between the All-Star game and Ilya's father's death.
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- English
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- AO3:
- #79694056
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It's been weeks. They've gone without seeing each other for far longer than this, but ever since they announced the charity they've been making up for lost time. Now weeks of separation feel like years. or: Shanes no good very bad day.
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- English
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- #78920921
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How to Lose Your Boyfriend in One Sentence (The Worst Idea Ilya’s Ever Had) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-04
Ilya suggests Shane can sleep with other people because he’s trying to be selfless. Shane storms out because he thinks Ilya is trying to get rid of him. They both spend the next several hours spiraling in different cities: Shane in a Montreal bar, Ilya in his own head.
Shane tries to prove a point and almost throws up instead.
Ilya drives to Montreal like he’s about to commit a felony.
And Hayden Pike has to witness all of it.Or, two idiots in love speedrun an almost breakup and accidentally end up engaged.
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- English
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- 1/1
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- AO3:
- #78897791