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Spilling Secrets by five_ht
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
04 Apr 2026
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Rose: This is lowkey the best night of my life
Shane: The best night of my life was the first time he fucked me
Rose: I mean you've won two Stanley Cups
Rose: But sure, go off you little horndogOr: Shane, recently cleared from concussion protocol, gets tipsy at his parents' cottage and texts his new best friend.
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vestigial instincts by pressuretoparty
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
23 Jan 2026
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Their rivalry, as history has written it, has finally come to an end.
"I won," Shane breathes, and the smile, the smile that's been plastered on his face since he scored, grows wider.
Montreal knocks Boston out of the playoffs. Shane learns how to be Ilya Rozanov's boyfriend. Ilya wears Shane's jersey. Set about a year after the finale.
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- Part 1 of winners-verse
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never believe it's not so (it's magic) by paytonrambles
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
25 Mar 2026
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"The cat has long, mostly black fur with a white patch on its fluffy chest. An abundance of long white whiskers adorn its cheeks and brows. The cat draws in panicked breaths as it looks up at Ilya.
And—wait a minute. Ilya knows those eyes. Those eyes are as familiar to him as his own, even with newly slitted pupils. And the fur? Ilya has no doubt it’s an exact match to the straight black locks that normally sit atop Shane’s head. Well—normally only on Shane’s head. And, well, a few other places too, but that was a thought for when Shane wasn’t a cat.
Or, Shane gets cursed and turns into a cat in Ilya's Boston apartment.
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matter of fact, i caught you lookin' back by sargeantwoof
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
05 Jan 2026
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“No,” he says, smiling gently, like he doesn't know how irritating he's being. “Is my room first, da? You should speak with front desk.”
Hollander stares at him.
And then he starts to laugh.
“You ask the front desk,” he shoots back, in between his odd wheezes. Ilya's heart starts to pound in double time, because this is not—this cannot be Shane Hollander playing bed chicken with him. Their competitiveness is fierce, to be certain, but surely, Hollander would be the bigger person, no? “This is my fucking room, Rozanov. Wild horses couldn't drag me away.”
OR: Ilya's apartment is under construction. Shane's in town for a game. It'd be a shame if they somehow had the same hotel room.
[or, or: we need some more goddamn 'there was only one bed' out here.]
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- Part 9 of heated rivalry masterlist