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He lowers the phone, and Hayden instantly launches into his rambling before Shane can get a word in. “Listen, I saw you were panicking, and you were so far away that you were barely responding, so I thought I’d call your girl, I thought maybe she knew how to help you better or she could talk to you, I thought–I don’t fucking know what I was thinking, but then he picked up the phone, and–”
“How do you know my passcode?” Shane asks again.
“That’s what you’re focusing on?” Hayden is basically yelling at this point. “Rozanov is screwing your girlfriend, and you’re worried about how I know your fucking passcode?”
Shane’s brain fully short-circuits.
“Rozanov is what?”
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Bookmarked by lestradesdivision
02 Jul 2026
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Solace by NotEvenCloseToStraight
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
04 Feb 2026
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Ottawa, 2010.
Canada wins the championship, and Shane slips away from the overwhelming celebration for some peace and quiet.
Russia loses, and Ilya runs from his father’s furious disappointment to have a panic attack in the stairwell.
Neither boy is really looking for company, but for a tentative few hours in the middle of the night, they find solace, acceptance and a first kiss, first time prelude to something heated and risky in each other’s arms.
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Ilya leaned in with lips pursed and Shane jerked away, “Whoa! What the hell are you doing?”
“You do not want kiss?” Ilya frowned. “You stare at my mouth all night, same as after draft. I thought you wanted kiss.”
“No.” Shane’s eyes were wide. “That’s insane.”
“Okay.” Ilya stood up, hiding how bad the rejection hurt. “I misunderstand. Sorry. Do not worry, I will not say anything about–”
“Wait.” Shane’s grabbed Rozanov’s arm at the last second, gathering all his courage, “Y-yes.”
“Yes.” Ilya repeated. “What is yes?”
“I mean yes.” Shane pulled him back in slowly, carefully, his heart racing. “Kiss me?”
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- Part 5 of Heated Rivalry
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01 Jul 2026
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Hi Ilya,
My name is Shane! I don’t speak Russian, I hope that’s okay. I’m also 25 years old and I love hockey too! So we have some things in common.
I’ve never written an inmate before. I don’t really know why I’m doing this. I guess I’m lonely. I’m not very good at making friends or dating. I think maybe I can be a bit awkward in person, but I’m good at writing. So I hope that’s okay.
or Shane Hollander finds Ilya Rozanov on WriteAPrisoner.com and sends him an email.
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Convince Me Either Way by isto4u
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
04 Jun 2026
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Hollander huffed and then, slowly, looked into Ilya’s eyes. “What if… what if we didn’t do it all the way?”
“Yeah?” Ilya breathed. “Like?”
“What if it’s just the tip.”
Ilya’s jaw literally dropped. “Who the fuck taught you that?”
Hollander shrugged, then his eyes locked onto Ilya. “Yes or no.”
Fuck it.
Or: episode 4 fuck-montage meets Just The Tip meets down-bad but doesn’t know it Ilya Rozanov meets barebacking
OR: Ilya “just the tip” Rozanov and Shane “just fucking come in me” Hollander
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- Part 2 of Heated Rivalry Episode Inspired
- Part 1 of Just The Tip™
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Something tugs in the center of his chest. He should be angry, furious at his brother for trying to do something to screw him over, even after years of not speaking. He’s been doing the same since they were kids, using Ilya as a scapegoat to slip out of his responsibilities and consequences for his own actions. Doing this - getting a woman pregnant that isn’t his wife and claiming it’s Ilya who has done it - is just something else to add to the list.
Instead he just looks at the picture of this tiny little boy and wonders if he’ll have freckles.

