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A Moment to Ourselves by Afraid_Industry8409
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
Ilya and Shane are adjusting to being new parents, but they still find a way to connect with one another. Sex. The way is sex.
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Lily: It is too dangerous to be alone with concussion. I will stay at your apartment like nurse. -- Shane goes to Montreal for the weekend during his concussion recovery. So does Ilya.
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Poulet Frit Kentucky by Nothing68
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
Ilya comes over to Shane's cottage and domestic fluff and smut ensues. Or Ilya really hates French, Shane loves that he hates it
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Ilya’s smirk grew. “Whoever wins MVP gets anything they want.” Shane’s brows furrowed. “Anything?” “Anything,” Ilya repeated, his eyes gleaming. “If you win, you can ask for anything you want.” A thrill went down his spine. “And I’m guessing you already have something in mind if you’ve suggested this bet.” Instead of responding, Ilya leaned down and kissed him—a filthy, obscene kiss that left his dick twitching pathetically against his thigh despite the fact he was completely spent. “You will see, Hollander.” “You’re on, Rozanov.” And, at the time, Shane really did feel good about his chances—orgasm haze aside. Now, standing in the bathroom of a Vegas hotel suite, he almost cursed his own damn competitiveness. . Or, a bet was made and Shane is a good sportsman. That is the only reason he is putting on Rozanov's jersey. Promise.
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Shane didn’t tell his parents until the lease was already signed. “Oh, by the way,” he said, shoving a spearing of carbonara into his mouth, “the guy I’m rooming with is an alpha.” Yuna was scrolling through Facebook, so it took a moment for her to register what Shane had said. His father, however, furrowed his brows and frowned. “What?” David leaned forward, hand reaching toward his son as if to pull him off a cliff. “Why in the world would you room with an alpha?” Yuna’s eyes darted up. “What?” David repeated, “He just said he’s—” “Rooming with an alpha, yes, I heard.” Yuna unceremoniously dropped her phone on the table. She made a quick scan of the restaurant before speaking, as if worried someone would overhear that her unmated omega son had agreed to live alone with an alpha. Shane loved his parents, he did. He loved having an alpha mother and a beta father, and he knew they adored him back. But it didn’t change the fact that they sometimes let their biases seep through. “That’s not safe, Shane.” ///// Shane meets his scent-kryptonite in the form of Ilya Rozanov.
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“It was a bad hit, Shane,” Hayden says, worriedly. He looks up to where Ilya is quietly observing them, leaning against the lockers with his eyes fixed intently on Shane. “Ilya, doesn’t it look bad?” “Is not bullet wound,” Ilya says flatly, “he will be back on ice within week.” or, Shane and Ilya play on the same team and hate each other in every way but one…or so Shane thinks until he gets hurt on the ice and Ilya is a little too nice about it all.
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“This is a little embarrassing but, would you happen to know if Shane is single or not? And you know, open to… someone like me? A man?” Ilya felt his heartbeat speeding up, his breath rising. What the fuck. Ilya gets very angry when a producer of an ad that Shane and Ilya have to film takes interest in his boyfriend. Possessive Ilya!!!! Takes place after cottage episode. They are boyfriends :) Ilya was shooting for some ad, theatrically drinking a sports drink, while fake wind was blowing his hair back, and he couldn’t wait for it to be over. Him and shane were asked to do this silly advertisement video, the brand wanting to use their ‘rivalry’ as a way to sell the product. Little did they know Shane and Ilya weren’t rivals anymore (if they ever really were) in fact they were boyfriends now. Ilya still thought it was a crazy idea to grasp, having a boyfriend. But when he remembered that it also meant that it was Shane Hollander who was his boyfriend, he felt pretty content with the label. Shane had already left the set half an hour ago as he was finished with his scenes already. Ilya knew the producer on the set quite well, Daniel, he was a few years older than Ilya, he was pretty sure he was 30 years old. Daniel was a handsome tall guy with dark brown hair and a thick brown beard. Shane and Ilya have worked with Daniel a few times over the years. Ilya liked the guy, he knew Shane did too, he was fun to work with. However, Ilya hadn’t missed how Daniel and Shane had chatted earlier today. Daniel was standing a bit too close to Shane for Ilya’s liking. He even noticed Daniel had touched Shane’s arm, Ilya had to hold himself back to not push Daniel away with force. He never liked when others touched Shane outside of hockey. On the field it was fine, it was part of the game, but he didn’t think there was any need for anyone to be touching Shane outside of games. But Ilya would almost consider Daniel as a friend, him and Ilya even went to the bar once after a shoot, so he had ignored his discontent with that unnecessary arm-touch for the moment. “Okay I got your shot, thanks man,” Daniel told Ilya. Ilya nodded, finally the shoot was done. He was about to walk away from the set when Daniel suddenly stopped him. “Hey man, wanna get a beer after? We could watch tonight’s game at the bar?” Ilya thought about it, he knew Shane wouldn’t be home because he was going to have dinner with some family, so Ilya wouldn’t be able to see him until after dinner meaning he had some time to kill anyway. So he didn’t see why not. “Yeah sure, let’s do it,” he told Daniel. Some time later they were at the bar, having a decent time, but he couldn’t help but wish he was with Shane right now. Since they had spend the 2 weeks together at the cottage and become official, Ilya felt even more in love with Shane than ever. Which he didn’t even think was possible. Now that he knew what it was like to spend everyday with him, every moment he didn’t spend with Shane felt like a waste of his time. All that Ilya could do was look forward to the moment he would see Shane again. It felt like he was addicted to Shane. He craved him, constantly. Daniel interrupted his thoughts, “Hey man, I have a weird question.” Ilya noticed he looked a little nervous. “Okay.” Ilya said, curious where this was going. “So um, you’re quite close with Shane right? Shane hollander?” Daniel asked, looking at him expectingly. “Well yeah, a little, I guess,” Ilya lied. He wasn’t sure if he liked where this was going. Was Daniel onto them? “Yeah, exactly… So I was wondering…” Daniel stopped mid sentence. This drew Ilya crazy. “What, wondering what?” he asked him. Daniel continued, “This is a little embarrassing but, would you happen to know if Shane is single or not? And you know, open to… someone like me? A man?” Ilya felt his heartbeat speeding up, his breath rising. What the fuck. He couldn’t believe what Daniel had just asked him. Or what the hell he would possibly answer to this question, so he just stared at his friend. Daniel continued: “Because I’m going to be so honest with you man… I think he’s so fucking hot. Like jesus… The things I would do to-“ “Okay okay. Enough. I got it.” Ilya cut Daniel off. What the fuck was happening. Ilya felt sick in his stomach. Daniel was trying to fucking hit on Shane. And Ilya knew that could absolutely never happen. Never. Shane was off limits. Ilya was livid. He frowned and rubbed his forehead with his fingers, unsure how to deal with this situation. “Well? Do you know?” Daniel then asked, getting impatient. “Do I know what?”, Ilya snarled. “If he’s single or not?” Ilya sighed, this guy is fucking annoying, he thought. “I highly doubt it,” Ilya said, a little more angry than he intended. Daniel nodded. “Yeah you’re probably right. I mean why would he be, right? He’s so good looking dude. Those eyes…” Ilya was boiling inside. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Shane was his. No one else could talk about him like this. Or even think about him like this for that matter. “And that ass…” Daniel continued. “Okay man I think you should stop talking” Ilya tried to interrupt him. He was so fucking pissed. He wanted Daniel to shut up. “If I got the chance, I would fuck him so-“ That was Ilya’s last straw, before he could think, he punched his friend right in his face. Ilya saw red. “Dude what the fuck,” Daniel groaned. Everyone in the bar gasped out of shock and that’s when Ilya realized what he just did. He quickly grabbed his jacket and ran out of the bar. He got in his car and drove home as fast as he could. He was still shaking with anger. He couldn’t deal with someone talking about Shane like that, his own friend at that. He couldn’t say he was exactly shocked though, he knew damn well that Shane was gorgeous. There were probably thousands of people out there that would do anything for a chance with Shane, and Ilya didn’t blame them. He hadn’t felt this jealous though since Shane dated Rose Landry,
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possessive love disorder by Literal_Multifandom_Trashcan
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
Ilya’s jaw was hanging open as he stared at Shane, vaguely processing the whoops, catcalls, and cheers surrounding him at what Shane was wearing. His eyes roamed up and down Shane’s body, greedily drinking in every detail of what his husband was wearing. Him and Rose had just gotten to the club, but Ilya might have to turn his husband around and leave with him immediately. Because wow…wow. or shane decides to get an outfit with rose and wear it to the club. ilya goes insane or or shane hollanders waist appreciation fic
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don't ask (and i won't tell) by londonfoglatte (nimbus2003)
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-21
five times shane and ilya's friends have questions about gay sex -- and one time they wish they knew less. OR the Centaurs are a wonderful team. accepting. kind. curious. it's that last one that has Shane wondering if he’d rather be back in montreal, hiding in the closet, than here, making up for the failures of the Canadian sexual education system.
- Part 3 of hollanov 5+1
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“I love you, Shane Hollander. You know that, right?” “Of course. And I love you, Ilya Rozanov.” “Good. Now shut up and come for me like the good little boy you are, yes?” Or, it's their last night at the cottage and Shane comes apart.
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Shane was thinking about what awaited him tonight as he washed his hair in the showers with the rest of his team after the game, and a small smirk graced the corner of his lips. The thought of Ilya pinning him to the bed like he’d pinned him to the boards, seeing him clean and freshly-showered post-game and then wrecking him all over again into a sweaty, breathless mess. Ilya deserved that tonight. Shane would fight back a little, just for the fun of it— but Ilya always got him in the end. Shane was weak for him every time. *** Shane and Ilya meet up after the game at Ilya's penthouse in Boston, and Ilya plays with Shane like putty in his hands. No matter how vicious he was on the ice, Shane Hollander was always so, so good for Ilya Rozanov.
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Shane surprises Ilya with a small gift, Ilya thanks him.
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it's a fine line (between love and hate) by londonfoglatte (nimbus2003)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-20
five times shane and ilya's friends worry they're are on the verge of divorce -- and one time they realize they're flirting. OR this revelation does nothing to ease the tension between Hollander and Rozanov. they battle for every goal. sometimes, when Ottawa’s up by a few and they’re together on the power- play, hayden thinks they might even be competing for the puck. he shakes his head. he knows they love each other, but man. can any marriage survive that amount of rivalry?
- Part 2 of hollanov 5+1
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"No," Shane said again, a minute or so later. "No?" Ilya mumbled against Shane's skin. "Not good," Shane said petulantly. Ilya pulled his face away from Shane's shoulders and opened his eyes, though he couldn't make out much. Some horrible realization was building in his chest, and he wasn't sure he wanted to see it clearly. Still, he asked, "You're not good?" Shane sighed like he was in pain. "Not good enough." Or Ilya reminds Shane how good he is. Playing with Shane was electric. Ilya had gotten a taste for it during their All-Stars game in Florida, when they'd finally been put on the same team for the first time in their competitive careers, but that was nothing compared to playing for the Ottawa Centaurs together. Ilya was the captain, but sometimes it felt like they shared the position. Their other teammates certainly treated Shane with enough reverence that he may as well have been their co-captain. "Assistant captain at best," said Ilya when he and Shane talked about it. Shane threw his head back in laughter in that way that showed off the long expanse of his neck. Ilya wanted to bite him. "Fuck you," said Shane through another laugh. Ilya grinned, all teeth like a shark, and gave into his base desires to sing his teeth into Shane's skin, just hard enough to make him yelp. "I don't really think of myself like that, you know that, right?" Shane asked him sometime later, when they were naked and sweaty, and Ilya was already thinking about how much they needed to change their sheets. "Like what?" Ilya asked distantly, his thoughts were still sluggish from sex. "Like a co-captain or an assistant captain or whatever. We all think of you as the captain." Shane pulled him close. "Me included." Ilya's thoughts cleared just enough for him to tease. "Is lie. Otherwise, you would call me captain in bed." Shane's cheeks turned red, his whole face turned red, all the way down his neck. He scrunched up his face like a kitten. "Gross," laughed Shane. "I don't want to think about you like that when I'm on the ice." "Gross?" gasped Ilya, offended. Shane laughed again, this time louder than before. See? Electric. Ilya had never felt anything like it. They played together and practiced together—except when Coach Wiebe separated them because they were being annoying—and went home together every night. They didn't win all their games, which Shane said he expected, but Ilya found annoying, but they won most of them, and every time Ilya was off the ice, he would have to fight the urge to pin Shane down in the showers and fuck him. For the first time, Ilya's life was full. He played for Ottawa with his husband and went home to his husband's family. He spent time with Yuna and David and let himself pretend that they were his parents too. They certainly liked to refer to themselves as such, which Ilya loved and also found unnerving. He'd never realized how scary it was to have something to lose. Things went from the empty to the grey of winter to the bright, stinging heat of summer after Shane joined his team, after they got married, after they moved in together and didn't have to sleep in separate beds. Every day, even in the frigid Canadian cold that came late in the year, felt like that first summer at the cottage to Ilya. But it wasn't all sunshine, as much as Ilya had hoped it would be. It was pretty close, almost perfect, but there was something that Ilya couldn't ignore. "Fuck Montreal," Tanner said, a sneer in his words. They trashed Montreal more than they did any other team, which was to be expected from Ottawa, but had only gotten worse following Shane's leaving the team. "They're not all bad," Shane said with a sigh, needlessly diplomatic. "Oh?" Tanner asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "Should we let them win then?" Shane shook his head. He looked like he was smiling indulgently, but Ilya didn't miss the way the muscles in his neck strained slightly. He hadn't slept much leading up to this game, and Ilya could see the dark circles under Shane's dark freckles. He didn't like them. "Fuck no," Shane said with a soft laugh. They won their game against Montreal, unsurprisingly. They were a better team. Shane had carried Montreal for years, and they were finally learning what it meant to be without their star player. Especially considering that Hayden was across the ice looking at Shane like a kicked puppy. Ilya left the rink with vindication clinging to his teeth like blood. He slapped Bood on the back roughly, and the two of them grinned at each other. The other players were congratulating Shane, who was smiling politely at each of them. Not one of the smiles touched his eyes, and something unnerved grew in Ilya's stomach. “Going out tonight?" Luca asked with that chipper grin that made every like him. "Sure," Shane agreed first, which was more worrying than the lack of sleep. Ilya's eyebrows furrowed, but when Luca turned to look at him, he nodded enthusiastically. "You heard him," Ilya said with the brightest grin he could manage. The bar they went to felt more like a club for how packed it was, and despite Ilya's latent desires to be out among people, loud music blasting in his ears as he swallowed down a few shots of Vodka, he'd never wanted to head home more. He nearly told Shane as much, nearly pulled him aside, and pressed his lips to Shane's collarbone to get what he wanted.
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As Shane is watching Ilyas posts he realises that Ilya could replace him anytime once he realises how boring and imperfect he is. After restless nights and overthinking Shane spirals and ends up having negative thoughts about himself which results in him having bad habits. Ilya notices that Shane is not being himself lately and tries to figure out what’s wrong since he can’t handle seeing his beautiful boyfriend suffer in silence
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Shane and Ilya’s rivalry has never led to real violence, until now, when Shane is distracted and can’t keep his hands or anger to himself. What begins as a heated confrontation on the ice ends in a night of pleading and passion. “I can fix it, let me show you how I can fix it.” Shane’s eyes flicked down to Ilya’s pants and back up again. “You love sucking my dick, da?” He asked Shane as if he didn’t already know the answer. “And yet you punch me on ice,” he said. “And you believe I still let you?” Shane was silent. Was this it? Had he finally crossed a line he couldn’t step back from? Was he about to lose the one thing he’d been craving since the puck dropped, the thing that had tangled him up so badly it spilled onto the ice in front of everyone? “You are denying a blowjob from me because I punched you?” Shane spoke trying to understand what Rozanov had planned.
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better whip me if i misbehave by evilrussianprincess
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-19
Ilya decides to make Shane jealous, and Shane won't let him get away with it. Or - the whiny, pathetic top Ilya fic where Shane makes Ilya beg for it.
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Shane has always been a soft Alpha, but all the years he spent sleeping with Ilya, a dominant Alpha, unknowingly caused his body to change, turning him into an Omega. He doesn’t know how to feel about it; he doesn’t mind, but surely Ilya won’t want to be with an Omega when all he’s ever been with are Alphas. Or, Shane is now an Omega and hides it because he’s worried Ilya won’t want him anymore, but what he doesn’t know is that Ilya loves him for him, and it’s not going to change anything. It had been a month since Shane last saw Ilya, and then he started noticing small changes in his body. He didn’t think too much of it at the time, but it was strange. He had started smelling sweeter, and the scent of his Alpha teammates had become more noticeable—not repulsive, but stronger, and at times overwhelming. Sure, that never happened before, but he had been stressed lately; more so because he seemed to have been missing Ilya more than normal. Anyway, nothing new didn’t happen for a long time, at least until last week when his stomach started cramping out of the blue in the most achingly painful way imaginable. He knew then it was time to see his doctor, but he had forgotten to make an appointment, and when he remembered, he needed to wait another two weeks due to unavailability. It was fine; he could wait. The pain wasn’t persistent; it came and went, and somehow always made him feel the need for sex. He tried to convince himself he was probably just going into a Rut, but it never came in hot flashes, and pain that caused him to double over. It wasn’t when his teammates joked about how he’d been sweating all over the place despite spending time on ice, and how flushed he’d gotten in the face like an Omega in Heat, did Shane realized something was definitely wrong, and barged into his doctor’s office, desperately in need of answers. They did several tests, and then it was confirmed: Shane Hollander, an Alpha by birth, was now transitioning into an Omega. The change in his scent, the sweating, the pain, and the harrowing need to see Ilya, an Alpha, his Alpha, he was preparing to go into his first Heat. It was safe to say, he didn’t take the news well. How could this have been possible? He had never heard of an Alpha turning into an Omega. It made no sense. To his doctor, it made perfect sense. There was only one way an Alpha could’ve turned into an Omega; it was rare but not unheard of. Shane might’ve been an Alpha, but he was a soft Alpha—it was no secret to anyone, and it was why he got along with almost everyone. However, if he was sleeping with a dominant Alpha, over time, his body would change to accommodate said Alpha. This was just his body's way of saying he wanted Ilya to be his Alpha, his mate. He should feel happy. They could be together; truly be together. Ilya could mark him permanently—he had always hoped for it, but Alphas couldn’t mark each other; it just wouldn’t stay. But… Ilya favored Alphas over Omegas; it was why he liked Shane so much. Surely, now there wouldn’t be a reason for him to stay; surely he would leave. Shane didn’t know how to feel about it; it was best to keep this a secret. ___________________ It had been a month of minor inconvenience, avoiding going to practice, and completely ignoring all of Ilya’s calls and texts, afraid the Alpha would know and reject him, before Shane’s first Heat finally arrived. It took reasonably longer since he was transitioning from an Alpha to an Omega, but it still took him by surprise when he woke up this morning, burning up, caked in sweat, and with a deep, penetrating ache in his stomach and lower back that made him slumped back into bed, panting and crying into the sheets for the Alpha he had been so desperately trying to avoid for the past month. The whole room smelt like an Omega; it was all-consuming and stifling, and drenched in darkness except for the yellow night lamp in the corner. Shane gasped and whimpered when a sudden, painful flare pierced through his lower stomach and all the way to his cock. It had been ten hours since this god-awful Heat started. It was already night, he was naked, trying to ride it out as best as he could, but he couldn’t do this anymore. He was dying—surely. How would he survive another three days of this? He had jerked himself off at least four times, but it wasn’t enough. He needed an Alpha’s knot; he needed Ilya, and regretted not telling the other man. Maybe Ilya wouldn’t have rejected him on the spot if he begged the Alpha to stay. The bed had long been soaked with his slick, something his body never produced before. He had tried touching himself there, but it wasn’t enough—nothing was ever enough! Maybe— “Fuck,” he whined the second he gripped his aching, stiff, and leaking cock in his hand. It was too much—the sensation nearly blinded him, but not in comfort, but hellbent pain. “Ilya. Ilya… I can’t—” “Shane?! Open the door.” That voice, followed by a loud, thundering knock on the bedroom door. It was Ilya. How did the Alpha find him? And how the fuck did he get into the house? There was no one home. Shane’s mind cleared just enough for him to start panicking again. What would Ilya say once he found out that Shane had turned into an Omega? He didn’t think he could handle a rejection, not now—not ever. No. He needed to get out of there. But where would he go? He couldn’t move three feet without falling over in pain. Shane gasped, his fingers squeezing, twisting into the sheets as he struggled to lift himself off the bed, and was unable to do so. “Hollander!” Ilya yelled, his voice deep and thundering. “Open the fucking door before I break it down! Now!” Ilya sounded very much like an angry Alpha. Why was he angry? Did Shane do something to anger him? He whimpered at the thought; tears suddenly clouded his eyes. He didn’t… oh, right. He had been avoiding Ilya. But why was he being so demanding?
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"Hollander..." The name came out strangled, broken. "Fuck. Fuck, I forgot—" Shane understood in the same instant, the absence of latex a shocking heat inside him. Christ. or - the boys forget to use condoms for the first time Pt2 - Ilya Rozanov does, in fact, own a belt
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The day after they talk to Shane’s parents, Ilya wakes in Shane’s arms, deeply in love and wholly unafraid. Great sex follows. Especially when monogamy means…maybe calling it quits on condoms.
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