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following the path; leaving a trail by allthatsings
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
14 Apr 2026
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With Russia banned from competing in World Juniors, Shane and Ilya don’t meet until draft day. How is their story different without those first few interactions and without the media’s “rivalry” obsession?
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- Part 1 of how did we get here, my love
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02 Jul 2026
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“I’m good at making you come first.”
Ilya rolls his eyes. “Is not true. And besides, I came fifth.”
“I still can’t believe that.”
He shrugs, more nonchalant than Shane suspects he actually feels. “They had not seen me play.”
“I would have loved to play you at juniors.”
“I would have kicked your ass. Gone first overall and you’d have hated me.”
“I wouldn’t have hated you.”
“You do not deny the ass kicking.”
Shane’s turn to shrug. “I could have beaten you.”
“But then I would have hated you.”
“Maybe,” Shane says. He wipes a crumb from Ilya’s lip. “I think we still would have gotten here.”
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who will love a little sparrow by weeb_grass
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
27 Jun 2026
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Spring of 2016: Ilya loses a father.
Summer of 2016: Ilya loses a brother.
Fall of 2016: Ilya gains a daughter, a lover, and a friend.
Or: another "what if Ilya gained custody of his niece" fic.
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28 Jun 2026
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“Was it hard? Watching your dad forget stuff? Did he forget you?”
“Sometimes,” Rozanoz replies. “Most of the time, no. It was better, actually, him being sick. He was a lot nicer as a sick man. Made me feel very guilty. I did not miss him.”
“Your dad… he wasn’t very nice to you?”
Shane tries to picture it, tries to imagine someone other than his own father. His father, who came to every junior hockey event, allowing himself to be chauffeured around by Shane’s mom to whatever meeting they needed to attend on Shane’s behalf. Packing lunches for Shane during his school years, smiling over the stovetop as he made dinner while Shane and his mom poured over hockey stats at her laptop. His dad, who has shown Shane nothing but kindness and warmth, compassion spilling from his actions easily, so earnest in the way he loves his family, showing Shane exactly how he should love other people.
Shane snuggles in closer to Rozanov’s chest.
No, he cannot imagine what it was like growing up with Rozanov’s father. He has, blessedly, always been held like he is something precious.
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“It is the worst day of my life,” Ilya declares, throwing himself dramatically onto one of the kitchen stools. “I went to go get lunch at Russian place I like, the one with lamb pelmeni? They had sign on the door. They are closing. Forever.”
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Or: Ilya’s favorite Russian restaurant in Ottawa is going out of business. There is only one thing Shane “Mr. Real Estate” Hollander can do.
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- Part 4 of my anonymous heated rivalry fic
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22 Jun 2026
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Outwardly, Shane presses a kiss to the top of Ilya’s head and agrees. Internally, he’s already planning. Because Ilya has already given up a lot of his home culture—when he and Shane came out and Ilya knew it meant he could never go home to Russia again; when he moved from Boston, which at least had a small expat community with a few Russian restaurants and grocery stores, to Ottawa, with its singular Eastern European market in an old strip mall and this one little Russian lunch spot. Ilya had sighed and griped but he had adapted, because he loved Shane, because he was willing to give these things up for him. Shane loved him for it. It also sometimes made him so sad his chest hurt.
Mr. Real Estate, Ilya had used to call Shane. Mr. Landlord. Maybe it was time to add Mr. Business Owner to that list.
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Closer to where you are (is where I must be) by sistercacao
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
19 Jun 2026
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“Ilya, what are we gonna do?” Shane says.
Ilya finishes whatever he has been doing on his phone, and tosses it gently to the bed beside him. He crosses the room to Shane, stands in front of him, squeezes into his shoulders with his big hands, rubbing them like he means to warm them up.
“Looks like we will have a little vacation,” he says, with a big obnoxious grin.
Boston and Montreal are sent to Paris to play against each other in an exhibition series in January 2017. Ilya and Shane decide to stay in Paris for one more night. Just one more night, so they can talk. Maybe finally understand each other.
They aren't expecting a volcano to erupt in Iceland and close all the airspace in Europe, leaving them stranded there. Together.
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19 Jun 2026
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“I love you.”
Shane’s eyes go wide beneath his visor and his smile falls away so suddenly that Ilya, for a moment, thinks he’s made a mistake, despite everything, despite Paris.
Then Shane skates into him hard, his helmet connecting with the padding across Ilya’s chest. Heavy arms come up around him, encumbered by all their collective gear. They stand like that for a moment, like a freeze-frame of a celly, and Ilya sheds his gloves and puts his arms around Shane’s giant shoulders and waits.
Shane’s voice is thin and quiet, muffled against Ilya’s jersey. “Why the fuck would you say that here, you asshole?”
Carefully, Ilya lifts Shane’s head, sliding off his helmet and tossing it away. Shane is damp with sweat and blinking hard and Ilya cradles his face and runs his thumbs against the flush on the high points of his jutting cheekbones.
“Shane.”
“Me too,” Shane says. “I love you too. I love you so much, Ilya, I–”
Ilya kisses him then, square on center ice, like maybe he has wanted to do forever, since rookie season, since the first time he lined up along the dot and it was Shane’s beautiful face across from him. It’s an image from his wildest dreams, a desire too impossible to truly even wish for.
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The Boston Year by windoq
Fandom Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
17 Jun 2026
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18 Jun 2026
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Something like grief churned in his sternum–that same something that would hit him in Boston winter when he was surrounded by stark, grey streets, and old buildings coated in snow, and twinkling Christmas lights in shop windows. The shape of it felt like Moscow along its jagged edges. Ilya shut his eyes and breathed.
This time of year, the snow, all of it made him think of his mother. Of her warm blonde hair tucked into her fuzzy winter coat and of her magenta gloves bright against the snow as she balled up handfuls of snow to throw at Ilya and Alexei. Irina had loved the snow, had loved celebrating the festive season, and Ilya had spent the last decade and a half avoiding reminders of it.
Or: Shane invites Ilya to Ottawa to spend the Christmas break with his family. Ilya deals with complex feelings about home, family, belonging, and grief.
Set in the last year Ilya played for Boston before moving to Ottawa.