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be my baby by amongtheshadows
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
07 Jun 2026
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it's game day in new york and shane is the only person in the universe that can wrangle the absolute menace that is ilya rozanov
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- Part 9 of shane and ilya are (not) co-dependent
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08 Jun 2026
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Vegas Canon Divergence AU by Water_Nix
Fandom Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
30 Mar 2026
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26 May 2026
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Shane’s hearing is muffled, sound bubbling in and out like he’s swimming through the lake, dipping under the surface and back into the air. He can make out a word here and there, enough to know that Rozanov is trying to get him to breathe with him. He can feel the expansion of Rozanov’s lungs against his hands as he takes deep breaths in and lets them out. Shane tries to copy him, he does, but every inhale carries the scent of him, his cologne, his skin, his hair products. The scents are so familiar to him, and he wants more than anything for them to calm him, make him feel safe, but they are doing the opposite. Why are they still so familiar to him after not being anywhere near Rozanov for half a year? Why does he still want to shove his face against Rozanov’s throat and suck in every last last hint he can get?
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Ilya takes longer to arrive in the bathroom after they present the award together, leaving Shane time to sink into a full-blown panic attack. This leads to a very different night in Vegas and an earlier beginning to Shane and Ilya’s relationship
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very secret clickable link please ignore
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23 May 2026
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Ilya Rozanov fined $5000 for flipping a camera the bird from the New York Admiral’s press box
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Ilya returns to Boston after the cottage and finds Svetlana waiting in his kitchen. With wine and vodka and ready to look him straight in the eye and ask, “So it went well then, with your Shane?”
Ilya caves and tells her everything. Because clearly she already knows. She always knows.
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“I want him to meet you,” Ilya says.
She beams at him then, nodding, but he winces, adds, “Although maybe I didn’t do a very good job of... he’s jealous of you, I think. My fault. He might not want to meet you. He might... Ah, blyat.”
Sveta is giving him another look. Another ‘you are very stupid but I love you’ look. He waits her out.
Sveta sighs. “So you are telling me that you were here in Boston, burning down everything around you because he was dating Rose Landry. And that boy was sitting at home jealous of me.”
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22 May 2026
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"I just—I should be thankful we haven’t seen this side of him on home ice, eh?”
Ilya frowned at the comment. “What do you mean?”
“Shane’s captain voice is very different from his teammate voice.” Wyatt shrugged simply. “He’s a lot more proactive here. And louder. He sees everything and he doesn’t hesitate to point it out. But at home, he leaves that to you and Wiebe and Bood.”
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Shane has some scars from his time with Montreal that still linger. It takes Ilya a hot minute to stumble onto the fact, and just a little longer to confront it head on.
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16 May 2026
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“Shane. Solnyshko. Lyubimiy. You know this is not true. You know—why didn’t you tell me you felt like this earlier?” He demanded, angrier for him than at him. “We said we would talk about things now. We said—”
“Because it didn’t really matter.” He could feel the carefully nonchalant shrug against him, which only told him it did matter, at least a little. “Not really. I’m here now. We’ll probably retire here someday. Together, even, maybe. I don’t really have to deal with being captain ever again, which is probably the best outcome for everyone involved. So why think about it?”
A horrible thought occurred to him.
“Is that why you chose Ottawa?” Ilya asked him quietly. “Is that why—Vegas was ready to offer you what was probably one of the most expensive contracts in league history and the ‘C’. Did you pick Ottawa because we didn’t? Because we couldn’t?”
“I picked Ottawa for you, for us.” The ferocity that had abandoned his husband finally returned with that statement. Shane leaned upward to glare at him, as though that would drill his words into Ilya’s brain. “I didn’t pick Ottawa because I wanted to avoid being captain. That was just a bonus. I picked Ottawa because I wanted to live with my husband, and Ottawa made that possible. I was tired of the distance and the pain and the waiting, just like you were. I wanted us to build a life together, Ilya, and live it together, and that matters more than hockey to me. I have all the hockey milestones I need. I have my cups. I have—”
“You have a legacy.”
“I have my laurels,” Shane corrected him lowly, and most would have missed it, but his contrition was as clear as day to Ilya. “Laurels that aren’t worth a legacy when the people I won them with didn’t blink twice before disavowing me. Which is why I know they don’t really matter. I could have gone to Vegas. I could have added to the trophies. I could have…it doesn’t really matter what I could have done. If I had sacrificed us to get there, they would have been just as worthless as the cups I already have are.”
Ilya had not doubted the love his husband had for him, but…
“Your cups are not worthless,” Ilya corrected Shane just as lowly but more gently.
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“No,” he spoke over his husband firmly. “I’m talking now. A bad captain does not lead any team, even a good team, to a Stanley Cup. But a good captain can’t banish all the rot if he doesn’t have enough support either. No one man can do that all on his lonesome. You think I would have had it this easy in Boston? No, solnyshko, Boston would have been as hard as Montreal. Maybe worse; who knows? I can count on one hand the teammates who would have stood behind me, maybe fewer. I was lucky with Ottawa. Management backed me. Coach Wiebe backed me. I had support. Hunter was lucky in New York. Admirals ownership backed him. Overwhelmingly. The turnover on that team was one for the records after a cup win, and you know it. They even had to get a new coach. You just weren’t as lucky in Montreal, Shane. Management didn’t back you, teammates didn’t back you, and you couldn’t jump ship before disaster struck.”
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“Yes, but I never wanted to overstep. Or—or take your place.”“Making the right choice is not overstepping.” Ilya thought back to his earlier words. “Is this why you’ve been holding back? Because you think you might overstep?”
“I’m not really holding back anything the others don’t already know or see.” Shane shook his head insistently. “Everything I see on game tape or on ice, the coaching staff has probably seen anyway, and if they miss it, you and Bood don’t. I’m not some savant who sees more than you all do, Ilya. I just—this was your team, yes? I came in as a player. A good player, yes, but just a player. I didn’t come here to step on any toes or exert influence that I hadn’t earned. I didn’t come here to tell people how to do their jobs when they’ve been doing it fine without me.”
“You are an idiot, lyubimiy.” Ilya snorted at his justification. “You are Shane fucking Hollander. If anyone has earned the right to step on toes, it is you. You think anyone gets Shane Hollander and asks him to be just a player? No team is that dumb, kotik. Teams weren’t falling over themselves, offering you the eye-watering contracts they were to get just a player. They wanted the Shane Hollander package. So do I. If I had not thought you maybe deserved a little break to enjoy your hockey without responsibilities, I would have pulled you into our strategy meetings on your very first week here. But I thought you deserved to ease in at your leisure. I thought you were happy, Shane. I was wrong. I didn’t realize you were being an idiot still.”
“I am happy! And I was not being an idiot—”
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“Ilya.”“If the only reason you have for saying no is stupid notion that you think you make a bad captain, then I won’t hear it.”