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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.
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The Sun Beyond Winter by kurenohikari
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
18 Jun 2026
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There was something wrong with Shane Hollander.
He had known it since he was young.
Most people-most kids, in general-had different hobbies and interests. Their attention drifted from one thing to another. They became fascinated with something for a few weeks, only to abandon it for the next shiny obsession that caught their eye.
Shane had never been like that.
When it came to him, there was only ever one thing: hockey.
Obsessive.
That was the word most people used when referring to his temperament.
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18 Jun 2026
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"The kids would love New York."
"Shane."
"And I could find Jackie a nice brownstone in Brooklyn."
Hayden buried his face in his hand.
"There he is."
"Who?"
"Mr. Real Estate."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
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hat trick by smilebackwards
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
03 May 2026
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“You’re wearing your dad’s hat to the game?” Scott had said, stating the obvious.
Kip grinned at him. “I thought I might need it.”
“For what?”
“In case my boyfriend scores a hat trick,” Kip said. “I’ve never done the whole throwing a hat on the ice thing, it looks fun.”
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14 Jun 2026
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Scott sighed. “You know how Kip started wearing that hat to games?”
“Sure,” Carter shrugged. “Lucky game day hat.”
“He’s wearing it in case I score a hatty. He wants to throw it on the ice for me.”
Carter’s mouth dropped open and his eyes lit up with delight. “Scotty, that’s fucking adorable!”
“Maybe if I could actually fucking do it,” Scott said, frustrated, as he pulled his skates off. And then there was the other thing. “Did you know I scored a hat trick the day I first met Kip?” Scott said.
“I didn’t but that’s also fucking adorable,” Carter said.
Scott reached into the back corner of his cubby and pulled out the velvet ring box he’d been keeping there. “I thought it would be nice symmetry or whatever if I got a hat trick on the day I propose to him too.”
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“Did you… Did you get a whole roll of wrapping paper for it?”
“Yes. And ribbon.”
“You’re cute.”
“Shut up.”
// shane’s birthday is next week. ilya has gifts for him.
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13 Jun 2026
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And maybe it’s stupid that Ilya thinks he looks beautiful like this, in black and yellow with Boston BEARS on his chest and ROZANOV 81 on his back, but Ilya can’t help it.
He’s a deeply flawed man.
He’s possessive, and he’s controlling, and he likes the idea of Hollander wearing his name and his number. He likes the idea of Hollander being his.
He swears under his breath as Hollander is fixing his hair like it matters, like Ilya isn’t going to fuck it back up the first chance he gets.
“This is a gift for yourself,” Hollander says. “Isn’t it?”
Ilya shrugs, looking Hollander up and down.
“It is… What is word?” He gestured vaguely. “Accident that works?”
“A coincidence?”
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“Go?” Rozanov repeats, and Shane thinks he manages to nod, thinks he manages to spin some kind of excuse that he knows Rozanov doesn’t really buy, but he needs to go. He needs to get out of here. He needs to find somewhere quiet and calm where he can ride out this panic and painful tightness until he can catch his breath again. He needs-
He needs to go.
“I’m sorry,” he says, turning heel and resisting the urge to just book it right for the front door only because he’d rather not have to explain to Hayden why he returned from a hookup with Boston Lily in men’s clothes that he certainly didn’t leave in.
It’s not until he makes it halfway up the stairs to Rozanov’s bedroom that it occurs to him in a cold rush that it isn’t just anxiety that makes it this hard to breathe.
“No,” he tells himself firmly, white knuckling the bannister and trying to take a deep breath just to prove that he can.
It wheezes.
(how the tuna meltdown is averted through the power of food allergies and anaphylaxis)
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12 Jun 2026
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“Up,” he says, tapping at Hollander’s ankle to get him to lift his foot up.
“I can tie my own shoes, Rozanov,” Hollander says, and Ilya rolls his eyes both at the insistence and the regression to last names.
“Yes, I can see this by the way you are shaking like very nervous tiny dog.” He smirks, knowing exactly how to get Hollander to obey him. “Hmm, actually, yes, I can see resemblance. Maybe in a past life you are-”
Predictably, it gets him Hollander’s foot in the form of a kick.
He catches it by the heel on its swing back.