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I thought I'd uncovered your secrets (but turns out there's more) by promienny
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Ilya Rozanov was a showy alpha, the type that glowed under the spotlight, specially in the rink. He spoke very outwardly, even if his english left him hanging sometimes, and got along well with the other alphas in his team. The picture was quite different with his opponents. They didn’t like one bit the shenanigans he got up to in the middle of games, some considering him one of the biggest assholes in the MLH, specially because he didn’t cower from using his liquor scent to overwhelm his opponents. Now, active hockey players that were omegas? Counting with Shane there were a total of one. Reading about the history of the MLH in the 90s he was aware there were at least three fully out omegas that partook in official games in the last 20 years, but none of them were first line players and quietly drifted into obscurity after the end of their short-lived careers. That made Hollander’s position specially tricky, since he wasn’t a fully out omega. or Shane Hollander has a big secret, being an omega in an alpha dominated field. And his attraction to Ilya Rozanov could put his whole career in jeopardy.
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a blanket of freckles by Acinonyx1
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-30
Ilya Rozanov is a 42 year old hockey player on the cusp of retirement. Shane Hollander is the fresh faced rookie he's fucking.
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Shane and Ilya go to a club where Shane gets too friendly with other guys, Ilya isn’t too happy about it Or Ilya makes sure Shane knows who he belongs to
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i'm your biggest fan, mr. hollander by orphan_account
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Shane blinked away the easy haziness settling over his mind and turned, his mouth going dry and his heart stuttering to a stop in his chest as he pieced together what was happening. One of Shane’s extra jerseys – one used almost exclusively for photos – was pulled across Ilya’s body, clinging to his chest and shoulders and loosening around his waist where his body tapered in. “Oh my God,” Shane exhaled, fairly certain that he might be dying and this was the first glimpse of heaven he was going to get. Ilya turned slowly, grinning, and showed off the HOLLANDER spreading across his back and Shane’s number branding him. “You played so well, Mr. Hollander. I’m such a fan of you.” or, hollanov roleplay with ilya in shane's jersey
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Hayden Pike has just discovered Ilya Rozanov's plans to murder Shane Hollander, and he is panicking, ok? Or- Ilya and Shane's odd foreplay leave poor Hayden in a frazzle with the implications of Ilya Rozanov lurking in the shadows of a parking lot, licking his teeth like a wolf. (Multiple POV's)
- Part 1 of Ilya Goes Hunting
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self indulgent fic where ilya suprises shane with a sex machine… despite being anxious and a little annoyed shane just wants to please him
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Shane did know it was probably not the smartest idea he had ever had, but, well. He was learning that maybe the smartest thing was not always the best one. At least, he was beginning to learn it.
"You're sure?" Ilya asked him again, for the millionth time.
"Yes. Ilya. Of course."
- Part 1 of Hollanov After the Cottage
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Hollander is always a bit like that, in increments. He takes every loss personally – every missed shot, every empty netter, every failed pass. He could stand to get out of his head for a while. It would be good, Ilya thinks, for him to calm down. To sit and relax, maybe.
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Give Me Your Skin (I Need Your Warmth) by RighteousPunk
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Lily: Wanna do actual bet? Maybe it was Shane’s competitiveness being struck like a match at the mere thought, maybe it was because their one and only bet, six months before in Las Vegas, had resulted in Shane touching himself for Rozanov. The result was the same: Shane did not consider what kind of terrible idea Rozanov could come up with before replying. Jane: What kind? Lily: Accuracy shooting competition Jane: Ha I always beat you there Lily: Not this year This year I win And you wear my jersey Or: Shane loses a bet and has to wear Ilya's jersey.
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The Rules of Service by Blink_Blue
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
A bellboy. A star guest. Shane’s just doing his job… until Ilya Rozanov arrives. A little consensual mischief turns into an irresistible game. (Because we need more than five seconds of that roleplay scene.)
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Ilya has a surprise for Shane. ---- “But I want to see you,” Shane whined. “Just long enough to get surprise,” Ilya murmured. The silk scarf slid snug behind Shane’s head, darkness making Shane breathe faster. Shane swallowed hard as the world narrowed to touch and sound, every nerve straining for proof that Ilya was still there. He tilted his head just a fraction, just enough to catch the ghost of movement. Fingers. Long, confident. He tugged uselessly at the scarf binding his wrists to the headboard. “Ilya,” he breathed. “You said you wouldn’t tease.” “But I want to see you,” Shane whined. “Just long enough to get surprise,” Ilya murmured. The silk scarf slid snug behind Shane’s head, darkness making Shane breathe faster. Shane swallowed hard as the world narrowed to touch and sound, every nerve straining for proof that Ilya was still there. He tilted his head just a fraction, just enough to catch the ghost of movement. Fingers. Long, confident. Drifting down his chest towards his aching cock. Shane’s excitement burned fast and bright, tightening low in his stomach until it felt less like arousal and more like need. The longer Ilya made him wait, the worse it got. Every second without him another reminder of how badly Shane wanted him. He tugged uselessly at the scarf binding his wrists to the headboard. “Ilya,” he breathed. “You said you wouldn’t tease.” A low chuckle answered him. “Did I?” Rough fingers caught his ankle and pulled his leg straight. “Hold still, baby.” Shane forced his body to be still, barely breathing as every bone in his body begged for the Russian’s touch. Ilya lifted his leg and pressed his foot against solid muscle. His thigh. The realization sent a shiver through him. Something soft wrapped around his ankle, tightening fast. A cuff. “Baby,” Shane gasped, the word tearing out of him. “Mmhmm?” Lips brushed just above the leather - unhurried, possessive - before his leg was lowered and the other lifted. The second cuff clicked closed. “You good, moya dusha?” “Yeah,” Shane panted, rolling his ankles. The leather was absurdly soft. “Let me see you.” “Almost.” Ilya told him, earning a groan of frustration. His rich laugh vibrated over Shane’s skin. “Patience.” “I’ve been fucking patient.” Ilya just laughed again, and his body weight left the bed. Shane strained without thinking, chest lifting off the mattress, chasing heat that was already gone. Don’t leave. Don’t- “Baby-” Shane hardly recognized his own voice. “I’m still here.” Ilya’s voice was suddenly close. Warm lips brushed Shane’s mouth. Just enough. “Fuck,” Ilya murmured. “Y ou’re beautiful.” “Rozanov, please.” “I love when you sound like that.” Then he was gone again. Something heavy landed at the foot of the bed. Shane frowned beneath the scarf, confusion threading through the lust. His right foot was lifted, leg straightened. Metal tapped metal. What is that? Hands tightened around the cuff. Then his other ankle was lifted. The cuffs were attached to something, he felt it before he understood it. The bed shifted. Shane was tugged downward just enough to stretch his arms fully overhead. “Fuck!” “Know what it is?” Weight settled over him before he could answer. Thighs framing his chest. The scarf was stripped away. Light rushed back in and there was Ilya, looming above him, his curls a halo around his face, eyes sharp, cock hard and leaking. “Ilya…” Shane’s tongue flicked out without thinking, brushing the flushed head of Ilya’s cock. A sound tore from Ilya’s chest. “So pretty.” he muttered, shifting his cock out of Shane’s reach. He cupped Shane’s cheek, tipped his head back. Shane sucked his thumb into his mouth, eyes locked on Ilya’s face. On the tight jaw, the way his curls brushed his forehead when his brow furrowed. “Fuck,” Ilya groaned. “Look at you.” Shane hollowed his cheeks around the digit, sucking hard. Fingers tangled in his hair, jerking his head back just enough to steal his breath. “Do you want to be my slut tonight?” Ilya whispered, stroking Shane’s cock once, then twice, then letting it slap back against his stomach. “Forever,” Shane moaned. God, forever. “Want to be good for you. Let me be good for you.” “Open your mouth.”
- Part 1 of Stolen Moments
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Shane Hollander is gay and at this point the whole world knows this – his husband most of all. This fact was confirmed millenia ago… and yet, the mere mention of that woman causes indescribable jealousy to flare up inside Ilya Rozanov. It literally has nothing to do with Rose Landry, she is a great friend to Shane and, at this point, she is a great friend to him as well. He loves her as much as Shane loves her. Why then is the green-eyed monster ever present when they joke about their past relationship? Perhaps he needs to discuss his jealousy issues and possessiveness with his therapist… or he could simply remind his husband who he belongs to. Ilya prefers the latter, especially when he has things to prove wrong.
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Set during and after episode six. Ilya goes with Shane to Yuna and David’s house expecting discomfort, tension, and restraint. Instead, he finds warmth, awkward honesty, and something he never thought he’d be offered so easily: acceptance. "To be looked at fully. To be recognised. And to be loved anyway." A fic about being chosen, being seen, and the quiet certainty of knowing where you belong. With him.
- Part 1 of Between the Lines
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Wherever I'm with you by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
He drives to the airport with an unshakeable urge to pull over and turn around. He smokes four cigarettes in a row before he boards the plane, then chews an entire pack of gum on the flight to try and cover the worst of the smell.
He exits the airport half-hoping that Shane has chickened out of the whole thing. Then he spots him, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel in the most boring suburban dad car Ilya has ever had the misfortune of laying his eyes on, and he’s so happy to see him that his legs feel unsteady beneath his weight.
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Or, the cottage, Ilya's version: an extended ep 6 featuring my take on what happened in the gaps we didn't see.
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Ilya gets traded onto Shane’s team. The problem was that Shane had one big, shameful secret —and Ilya Rozanov was the only one who knew.
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Summertime, and the living's easy ... Shane's last evening with Ilya before they part ways for the summer. _________ The storm outside of the cabin rolled in with lazy claps of thunder, each cloud more swollen with dark and threatening to spill its guts. Summer felt like it would last forever — each day unyielding yellow sun, each night heavy with the sound of cicadas and two boys immersed with each other's bodies in the thick, warm air. Shane really thought it might last forever, too, with this incredible man lying supine and lazy at the end of his bed, green eyes trained on the grayish black sky, and an incredible pout on. But the terrible thing with time, is that it often comes to an end, and theirs was fast approaching. “I relaxed,” Shane said, smile a little too crooked, heart a little bit jagged. How could it be, that summer was almost over? Thunder gave a fast clap, and the sky finally broke blue water. “I finally got to relax with you, Ilya.”
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hotel, motel, holiday inn by mandathegreat
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Shane’s hands shook a bit as he knocked at the door, once, twice, three times. He waited, only a few seconds before the door opened, and Ilya Rozanov stood before him. His voice cracked a bit as he spoke. “Your luggage is here, Mister Rozanov, sir.” ... Or: Married Shane and Ilya revisit their bellboy role-play from the cottage.
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Footsteps come running over, Shane grasping at Ilya’s face, his shoulders, worry in his eyes as he looks him up and down as if making sure he’s okay. “What is it? What happened?” “There’s a fucking creature on your mirror, Hollander,” Ilya tells him, gesturing far wider than he needs to. “This big. Is enormous.” “It can’t be that big,” he mutters, then he opens the door, and starts laughing. “Oh my god.” “Close the door, Shane, we can’t let it out!” “What?” Shane opens the door even wider, the creature now fully visible in the light. It’s just as terrifying from far away, the eye spots making Ilya feel like it’s staring at him. It sees into his soul—it’s going to come for Ilya in the night and crawl all over him. Disgusting. “It’s just a moth, Ilya.” A bug has entered the cottage. Shane is totally cool about it. Ilya is not. Summer is peaceful, quiet. At least, this one is. Ilya’s never had a particularly quiet summer before—always home in Russia tending to his toxic family, taking care of his father, drinking away the time. Here, at the cottage, with Shane, he’s finally content with his life, and how impossibly boring it’s become. Moments like this, where he and Shane are in bed together, naked and sex drunk, make him realize all his suffering was worth it. Well, maybe not entirely worth it, but it didn’t amount to nothing. He’s not trapped in Moscow mourning his awful father or constantly fighting his brother, he’s home, safe, with a boyfriend he loves and a life planned together he thinks will be all too worth living. Now he’s kissing Shane, the Metros’ captain straddling his hips as they kiss slowly, lazily, almost casually, like they can take their time. They have all summer, after all, maybe they can take their time. Shane tastes like warmth and lake water, and he knows they showered after their latest swim, but it still lingers on his tongue. Tilting his head back, he allows Shane to drag his kisses onto his neck, tugging the skin between his teeth as he sucks a bruise there. Since no one will be seeing him in the coming weeks, Ilya figures one little hickey is harmless. Well… maybe there are several between the two of them. A soft moan parts his lips, his lover’s name on his tongue as he buries his face in Shane’s hair. It’s a little longer now toward the middle-end of summer, but it’s still soft and smells of Shane so Ilya loves it. He especially loves it when he tugs on those dark locks, earning a soft little whimper from his boyfriend. His boyfriend. It still feels surreal to think that after all this time, after all the pining and heartache and hoping beyond hope that this is real, that Shane loves him, too. Sometimes, Ilya thinks he might be the luckiest man in the world… if only their circumstances weren’t so unlucky. If only they could actually, properly, publicly be together, but they can’t. It’ll be years before Ilya can kiss him in the daylight, but that’s a problem for future Shane and Ilya. Present day Ilya is currently enjoying a hickey, and plans to return the favor momentarily. As Shane kisses his handiwork, Ilya flips them over, attacking his boyfriend with a series of kisses that leave him laughing breathlessly. The sound makes him feel euphoric—it also makes him hard. He feels like he could go another round, though they’ve already had sex twice that evening, but from the whimpers coming from Shane and the wetness he feels against his belly, Ilya doesn’t think he’d mind. “Already hard for me, Hollander?” “Fuck you,” Shane grumbles, but he doesn’t protest as one of Ilya’s hands reaches between them, gently stroking his cock. “Oh, fuck.” Ilya grins against his boyfriend’s lips as he swipes a bead of precome over Shane’s tip, using it to stroke him in earnest, both of them panting slightly. Shane’s cock is soft to the touch, even though he’s painfully hard. The good thing about Shane coming so quickly, is he always comes back just as fast. Stroking him a little bit faster, Ilya plants kisses along the edge of Shane’s jaw, breathing in the scent of him as his rival begins to pant a little harder, a soft moan leaving him a moment later. “Oh fuck, Ilya,” he whimpers, head arching back into the pillow. “Fuck…” He spits into his hand, then resumes stroking him, going at a swift pace as Shane becomes a mess beneath him. There’s still come on his belly from earlier, and already, Ilya can tell there will be more soon. “You like that?” he asks, then he kisses Shane before he can answer, the response cut off as a moan into his mouth. Clearly, Shane does like it. He likes it so much his hips buck into the touch, his body leaning into Ilya’s, like he craves him. Ilya runs his thumb over Shane’s slit, earning himself another drawn out moan. “Oh god, Ilya,” he breathes. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna come.” “Come for me, Shane,” Ilya tells him, kissing his jaw again as he strokes him a little faster. “Come for me.” And he does. Shane comes apart with a sharp cry, oversensitive and overstimulated, and he spills all over Ilya’s hand, over his own stomach, onto Ilya’s chest. He kisses him after, rolling on top of Ilya so that he can kiss him deeply, hands wound tight in his hair as he shivers through the aftermath. “I love you,” Shane whispers, and it’s the fifth time he’s said it today alone, almost like he can’t get enough. “I love you, too.” Ilya moans as Shane kisses him again, the two of them grinning as they rest their foreheads together. “I should clean you off.” “What a gentleman.” Smacking him lightly on the chest, Ilya pushes Shane off of him, making his way into the bathroom as the other man wolf whistles behind him. Eyes rolling, Ilya flicks on the bathroom light, ready to grab a wash cloth for Shane, but he immediately screams instead when he sees what’s sitting on the mirror. Right in front of him on the reflective glass, is the biggest bug he’s ever seen. Its wingspan is enormous, easily seven or eight centimeters, brown and black coloring the edges of said wings, with two little black and white eyespots on the corners. Ilya runs back out of the bathroom as soon as he sees it, the towel forgotten in the name of running from the nasty ass bug that’s made Shane’s bathroom its temporary home. Ilya has seen bugs before, seen cockroaches in Moscow and Boston, seen spiders and butterflies and beetles, but none of them have been this fucking big. This is easily, by far, the
- Part 4 of Hollanov one shots
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Rozanov finds out that Shane has a tramp stamp.
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so you can sharpen your axe by KhloeKayHenstridge
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Unfortunately for them, Shane and Ilya are at the cottage on a winter night and there is no wood left for the fire. Fortunately for Shane, Ilya has decided to take matters into his own hands and that means wood-chopping, shirtless. He cannot be blamed for what happens afterwards, he's just a man, after all.
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