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The Distance Between Us by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-30
Ilya Rozanov has spent ten years circling Shane Hollander. Ten years of hotel rooms and secret phone calls. Ten years of pretending he doesn't feel it, doesn't need it, doesn't wake up reaching for someone who's already gone. Ten years convincing himself he's not good enough. That he's not worth it.
Then a plane needs to make an emergency landing near Montreal, and Yuna Hollander is on it.
So when Shane calls him from a bathroom floor, unable to breathe, Ilya stops pretending.
After five hundred miles of frozen highway, three and a half hours of driving like a man possessed, a hospital waiting room full of people who have every reason to hate him, and a boy who looks at him like he's something worth keeping, Ilya may have learned a thing or two about what it means to be loved—and to let himself love freely.
- Language:
- English
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- 104,414
- Chapters:
- 3/3
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- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #81207291
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Shane and Ilya are different behind closed doors.
A multi POV fic that allows other characters to get a glimpse behind the wall.- Language:
- English
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- 22,470
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #82053071
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You're all I ever wanted in my life by mickeysmyheart
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-27
When Shane Hollander moves to Boston to be with his longtime boyfriend, he doesn't expect to start developing feelings for his boyfriend's oldest friend and roommate, Ilya Rozanov.
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- English
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- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #81960711
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Shane hears about Cliff Marleau's specialty in threesomes and, after asking his husband, learns about it firsthand.
OR: Shane becomes the meat in an Ilya/Cliff sandwich
- Part 1 of The Talented Mr. Marleau
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- English
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- 7,744
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #81928931
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i'll let you set the pace ('cause i'm not thinking straight) by aidaninkling
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-03-21
And oh, Ilya was a weak, weak man. Because Shane had clearly gotten the wrong advice from someone along the line. And as his RA, his mentor and guide in the first year of Shane's college career, he was meant to correct that. Steer his charge clear of such horrible, terrible ideas as asking their “straight” RA to teach them how to kiss behind their boyfriend's back. Say no, malysh, you really don't need to worry about this, your first kiss should be with someone you love and trust and really want to kiss. “Okay,” he said, instead, and thought that at least he wasn't going to be sent back to Russia. He was going to be sent straight to hell.
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- English
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- 3/3
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- 1
- AO3:
- #80565086
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"Where are we going?"
Ilya gave him a sharp smile. "Why don't you tell me?"
"Huh?" Shane blinked.
"I know you've been to gay club in L.A. before. Where did you go?"
Shane flushed as he finally caught on. It hadn't even occurred to Shane that he had, technically, done the gay club thing at least once before, just not with Ilya. Of course Ilya wouldn't forget that fact, and it suddenly made a lot more sense why he'd chosen L.A. for this little expedition.
"Seriously?"
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Ilya has an idea of how he and Shane can celebrate their recent win in L.A. and it definitely has nothing to do with Hollywood blow job guy.
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- English
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- 3,313
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #81335796
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‘I look forward to getting to know you more, husband-to-be.’ Ilya smirks, tongue wrapping around the last word with relish, a hand coming to trace the freckles dusted across his cheeks with a surprisingly delicate touch.
Shane smacks his hand away with a snort, tampering down the blush threatening to make itself known to instead snap out a frosty retort. ‘In your dreams.’
Except all Ilya, the Prince of Rozan, has to offer is a dark smile and wandering eyes. Shane can feel them burning through his clothes, his shoulders resisting the urge to curl inwards and shield himself from Ilya’s gaze.
‘Oh, but you already are. Am I not in yours, sweet prince?’
or: Shane, Crown Prince of Hollaith hates Prince Ilya of Rozan with a passion. So the idea of marrying him is his worst nightmare - right?
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- English
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- 107,199
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- 8/8
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- 1
- AO3:
- #78369061
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i got a taste of the glamorous life by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-08
Ilya grins, a slow, filthy unraveling of lust spilling across his face. “Moya shlyukha, I would not be able to keep my hands off of you,” he rasps, palming his dick, grinning at the faint squelch, the wet drag of his fingers. Shane bucks into his hand, his jaw dropping open, slack with need. Ilya's whole heart aches as he watches his husband sink into pleasure, hitching whimpers escaping from his throat. “You would be the star of the room, no? Every eye would be on you, thorns in their heart for all they cannot have.”
“You do,” Shane reminds him, as if it's needed, as if Ilya cannot feel it in each clench of his thighs, each wandering drag of his fingers, in the way his hips roll across Ilya's, involuntary, strangled whines rising from his mouth. “You always have.”
OR: Sometimes, simply being married to Shane isn't enough. Sometimes, Ilya wants him in ways he can't explain; caught and collared and safe beneath his hand.
- Part 19 of heated rivalry masterlist
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- English
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- 8,634
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- 1/2
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- 1
- AO3:
- #80656701
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“You will each get seven minutes,” Ilya said as he paced in front of them. “You can do anything you like with him. The one rule is that you cannot let him come. Only I get to do that. I will start the timer when you go in. When the timer goes off, you stop and come out here. After you have all had your turn, I will go last.”
Or: Shane gets passed around like a blunt in a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven
- Part 3 of Kinky Hollanov Fics for Perverts
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- English
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- 3,053
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- 1/1
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- AO3:
- #80692416
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“You’ve been good boy so far,” Ilya spoke softly, staring right into Shane’s eyes, “And what do good boys get?”
Shane’s eyes left Ilya’s and traveled down his body until they were locked on the obvious bulge in Ilya’s joggers. “Good things,” Shane breathed, forcing his eyes back up to Ilya’s face.
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Or, Shane has a rough day and Ilya gets him out of his head.
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- English
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- 1/1
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- AO3:
- #80233256
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With a grin, Ilya leans up and kisses Shane slowly, “Who knew laundry got Shane Hollander so hot and bothered?”
“I hate you,” Shane groans, shoving at Ilya’s chest.
Ilya catches Shane's wrist in his hand and presses a gentle kiss to the soft skin there. Shane's heart stutters and he wonders if Ilya can feel the change in his pulse against his lips.
“No, you don't,” Ilya grins, staring up at him with wide eyes.
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Ilya spills wine and Shane offers to wash his shirt, but becomes distracted by obvious Ilya Rosanov related reason.
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- English
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- 1,790
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #80219611
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The arena is beautiful like this, cleared of fanfare and chaos. There’s a special kind of stillness that comes after a big game: a private warmth despite the cool of the ice. To his surprise, Shane’s already on the ice. Ilya blinks, once, then twice, mouth parting. Shane’s wearing clean, black skates— figure skates, doing laps around the rink. His skating has shifted out into something more unhurried, elegant. He’s not a professional by any means — the nature of his strides are still darting. Operating, by habit, towards an invisible puck. “Holy shit,” says Ilya. or: hollander, for all his quirks, is… hollander. rozanov, if were possible, falls a little bit more in love (now with chapter 2: shane is once again filling in for his friend at an exhibition gala and is doing a poor job of secretly practicing for it. ilya finds out and attends the performance)
- Part 1 of
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- English
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- 4,889
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- 2/2
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76063186
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lay me down on the altar, and forever’s what i’ll vow by justhockey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-19
“Am I too boring for you?” He doesn’t mean to ask. Doesn’t mean for those words to come out. They fall from his lips before he has a chance to stop them, and the second they’re out there he wants to take them back. He wants to swallow them down so they can’t hurt anyone but himself. Because Ilya…Ilya flinches. “What.”
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- English
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- 8,127
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- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #79824491
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Shane Hollander works at a coffee shop, plays hockey, keeps his head down, and doesn’t ask questions he doesn’t need the answers to.
So when a new regular starts showing up—quiet, watchful, Russian-accented, and conducting invitation-only meetings in the back—Shane notices. When that same man takes an unsettling interest in Shane’s closing shifts, his routines, and his safety, Shane does what feels sensible: he adjusts his behavior and keeps his mouth shut.
Ilya Rozanov orders an Americano. He reads, but only in Russian. He worries when people work late alone.
They are operating with very different definitions of danger.
If he didn’t ask questions, he couldn’t be lied to.
The rules were simple.
1. Do not ask questions you don’t need the answer to.
2. Do not share personal information freely.
3. Do not be alone with Ilya Rozanov.
4. Do not give him a reason to think you’re afraid.- Part 1 of Private Meetings and Open Doors
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- English
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- 10/10
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- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #78080711
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The idea of going into his first heat at the great age of twenty years-old has never been something Shane Hollander has grappled with. Mostly because, up until the great age of twenty years-old, Shane was completely happy with his identity as a beta. Or; Shane’s omega presentation is triggered by the one and only Ilya Rozanov.
- Part 1 of undisclosed desires
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- English
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- 6,217
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- 1/1
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- AO3:
- #79631766
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The Ottawa Centaurs are just coming off of a cup win and Ilya and Shane are walking their first award show carpet together. Ilya helps calm Shane’s nerves beforehand, Shane takes Ilya by surprise during his glambot shoot, and somehow they both always end up meeting in the bathroom at these events.
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- English
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #78566336
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Shane loves the way Ilya gives handjobs. He misses it when they’re apart. So, he asks for a lesson.
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- English
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- 1,591
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- 2/2
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #78318986
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Let me hear your body talk by mickeysmyheart
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-18
Shane does a workout interview with Men's Health Magazine. When the video drops while he's out with Hayden, Ilya's at home watching it and having strong Feelings about it.
- Part 8 of In a world post TLG
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- English
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- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77860381
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"You were missing goals because of this...secret." He thumbed over the lace at the thought. Shane tried to swallow the lump in his throat but this new form of humiliation with Ilya was arousing to him. Ilya's reaction was not judgment, just pure want. "Put them on." Or: Shane loses a bet with Hayden and has to wear lingerie during a game. Ilya finds them and is insistent that Shane try them on. Shane Hollander was a man, and men - at least in his mind - did not wear such garments. He glanced at himself in the mirror, clenching his jaw so tight that it hurt. The locker room was a sea of pre-game chatter - sticks tapping against the floor, laughter echoing off the walls, and a pungent scent of sweat-caked gear lingering in the air. But Shane paid no mind to any of that because he could not remove his thoughts from the humiliating secret hidden underneath his hockey gear. It was just a stupid bet really. Hayden Pike had been his friend and foe on the ice for years, playing with and against each other as they were passed from team to team. Their banter was playful and sharp, but at the end of the day they were still good friends. Although after tonight's game, Shane might have to reconsider. A few weeks ago, after Ottawa had pushed Montreal out of the play offs in over-time, Hayden cornered Shane outside of the dressing room. "You've gotten feisty Hollander," he grinned, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Bet you I can score more goals than you in the next match up." Shane, still buzzing from the adrenaline of the loss, shot back, "You're on. Loser does what exactly?" "Something embarrassing." Hayden grinned. "What like wearing woman's underwear during a game?" A question he would later regret asking. Hayden laughed in delight. "Perfect! Full game though, no backing out and no taking them off half way." Shane was certain he would win, but fate - or bad luck - would prove him otherwise. In their rematch, Hayden racked up one solid goal and a hat trick while Shane only managed an assist. A fact that otherwise would not have bothered him, but the bet was sealed. And now, Shane was wearing the black lacy panties Hayden had mailed him with a note: can't wait to see you squirm. What a dick. The fabric was soft, almost too soft. It hugged him in a way that felt foreign and intrusive. As he laced up his skates, he desperately tried to ignore how the lace rubbed against his skin with every movement. It was supposed to be a joke, just a humiliation tactic, but as he slipped on his jersey a strange heat crept up his neck. He shook it off, focusing on the game ahead. Tonight was crucial - this was his teams chance to earn their spot back in the play offs and Shane will be damned if he lets a silly bet get in the way. The team filed out to the ice for warm-ups and relished in the roar of the crowd. Shane glided onto the rink and relaxed a little when the cool air hit his lungs. He circled the net, firing pucks at the goalie, trying to find his rhythm. But every stride and pivot sent him a subtle reminder of what was hidden beneath his uniform. "Focus." he muttered to himself. Hayden was out there too, smirking as he stretched. Their eyes locked and Hayden winked. Shane vowed to give that man a taste of his own medicine tonight. The national anthem played, the puck dropped, and the game began. Shane won the opening face off and sent the puck back to his defenceman. He charged forward while stick-handling through the neutral zone. Ottawa's defense closed in and he passed to the wing man, but his mind wandered for a split second. The lace pressed against him as he accelerated. He thanked god that his helmet hid the blushing on his face. First period flew by in a blur. Shane assisted on a goal, bringing the score 1-1 but he couldn't shake off the awareness. Every time he sat on the bench to catch his breath, the fabric teased him. It wasn't painful, just constant. By intermission he was sweating more than usual and his heart pounded in his chest. The coach barked orders in the locker room, adjusting lines and replanning strategies. Shane could only half-heartedly pay attention. What the hell is wrong with me? He thought. This was supposed to be embarrassing...not arousing. He shifted in his seat and the lace shifted just right, sending blood to his groin. He stifled a whimper and prayed that none of the other guys had heard what did slip past his lips. During the second period the intensity grew. Ottawa scored on a power play to take the lead. Shane retaliated with a hard check to an opponent, the impact jarring through his body. But even the brute force of the collision couldn't drown out the thrill he felt from this secret. As he skated back to the bench he realized that the lace was now cradling his half hard cock in a devilishly pleasant way. "Hollander get your head in the game!" His lineman yelled as they set up for the next shift. Shane nodded, but he knew that would be an impossible task. He imagined Hayden knowing and pictured a smug look on his rivals face. that thought only heightened the sensation. During a penalty call, Shane looked over at Hayden who was trash talking another Mett. Hayden caught his eyes and his expression shifted. Fuck. Shane thought. He knows. The puck dropped and Shane exploded off the bench. He intercepted a pass and made a break away towards Ottawa's net. The crowd roared but all he could think about was the sliding of lace against his growing erection. He deked the goalie, slapping a shot that dinged off the post. Close, but not a goal. He circled around and huffed in frustration. How could a stupid pair of panties throw him off his game this badly? He would have never missed that shot otherwise! By midway of the second period, Shane was a mess. His plays were sharp but fueled by a bizarre adrenaline that had his sweating profusely. His thoughts were consumed and he liked it. God he liked it. And the make matters worse, he started thinking about Ilya...on his knees...kissing up Shane's thigh to- NOT NOW! He yelled at himself. Shane was all to aware of the sensations in his body now, and not just his arousal. The pressure of his skates on his feet, the weight of his helmet on his head. He wanted to rip his gear off and let someone have their way with him. He wanted Ilya. A whistle blew for icing and Shane lined up to face off with Pike.
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- English
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- 3,293
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77866726
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Accidental Major in International Relations by wolliwillow
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-17
Shane Hollander shows up to university excited for another year of being the best at what he does. Unfortunately, the man who beat him at last year's World Prospect Cup is also there, and Ilya Rozanov hasn't gotten any less annoying. Or any worse at hockey. Now if only Shane could focus on the ice, and stop thinking about nice hands, pretty lips, and the sound of his name in a Russian accent. OR: They play together in college, and discoveries are made.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 47,350
- Chapters:
- 4/4
- Files:
- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #75885571