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  1. It's just something about you (All the things you do) by

    Heated Rivalry (TV)
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    2026-09-26

    12:00 AM- January 1st, 2004, 12 years old. Ilya clumsily shifts forward, knocking their noses together. Shane's breath hitches at the contact. Then all he feels is Ilya’s lips making contact with the corner of his mouth. All his senses leave his body. His mind is blank. The only things that exists are hazel eyes, golden curls, and the Russian boy in front of him, whose lips feel soft against Shane's or Shane and Ilya meet at boarding school in Canada in 2003. They would die for each other, they are best friends...they are also totally in love with one another and are just too stubborn and scared to admit it out loud.

    Language:
    English
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    126,198
    Chapters:
    18/18
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #78604276

  2. So High School... by

    Heated Rivalry (TV)
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    2026-01-04

    Ilya has been at the school for a year, he didn't speak to anyone, but knew being at the Hockey school was better than the alternative - being in Russia, or being dead. Everything is fine until Scott Hunter asks him to show the new student around. Shane Hollander is quiet, but beautiful and Ilya doesn't know how he's going to survive being so close to him. Especially when they're both just as broken as each other. Was Scott Hunter right all along? Would Ilya and Shane end up fixing each other? [Descriptions of bullying, homophobic assault, mentions of suicidal thoughts and eating disorder]

    Language:
    English
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    49,402
    Chapters:
    28/28
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #76517751

  3. do not fear (for i am with you) by

    Heated Rivalry (TV)
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    2026-01-04

    “Bless me, Father,” Shane said, voice steady out of habit. “For I have sinned.” Ilya Rozanov is an eighteen-year-old who was sent to a Catholic all-boys boarding school by his dad to straighten his messy behavior, where he meets the religious boy who knows nothing but to repent to his sins at least once or thrice a week. Shane Hollander believed that praying every night and putting God first is what matters over everything, and boys who are like Ilya are resented by the nuns and the church. In a place built to mold boys into men of God, some sins are harder to confess.

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    English
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    26,297
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #77063401

  4. ill show you mine by

    Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
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    2026-01-02

    Ilya is fairly certain that you don’t accidentally walk in on your roommate half naked this often. Shane, for his part, seems completely uninterested in correcting that assumption. The semester has only just started and Rozanov has lost count of how many times hes walked in on Hollander getting dressed in their dorm room. Its becoming a bit of a problem. "Stop making this habit, Hollander," he groans and raises his hand to his eyes. But he allows himself a small gap between his fingers to get a look without his roommate noticing. Across the room, Hollander stands in a white towel and is frantically pushing clothes around on his bed to presumably find something to wear. He shifts and leans awkwardly, his towel opening to reveal a long stretch of muscled leg and the curve of Hollanders ass. "I swear, Im not," he says defensively. "You just have terrible timing." "Change in washroom. Like others," Rozanov mumbles. And he peeks again despite himself but immediately regrets it and snaps his fingers closed when he catches a quick glimpse of the dark hair between Hollander's thighs and the length of his soft cock. Feeling like being an asshole, and also maybe hoping to see more, Rozanov drops his hand and gives Hollander a once over. Hes blushing now and piling a shirt and pair of trousers into his arms. "You could just knock, like a normal person." "Is my room too, Hollander," he says, temper rising at the notion. "I know that, but still. Ease up, eh?" "Easel up, eh?" Rozanov mocks his accent back and makes his way over to his side of the room. Hollander just huffs and with a final survey of his bed, he finds a white pair of socks and makes a beeline for their shared washroom. "I'm going to get dressed in the washroom, now." “Good job, Hollander,” Rozanov calls after him. “Here is gold star for you.” When the sound of water starts in the bathroom, probably Hollander brushing his teeth or shaving his non existent facial hair, Ilya takes off his own hoodie. His fingers dig into the dark green material and he pulls it over his head and tosses it down onto the floor beside his bed. Next he tugs off his shirt, a simple t-shirt, white and featuring a Canadian band he liked as a kid, Billy Talent. Something he listened to a lot on his walkman, enjoying the way the English rolled around in his mind. He rubs his rough hands down the center of his torso, up and down the planes of skin and then he thinks... Maybe, perhaps, Hollander could do with a taste of his own medicine. Rozanov would be lying if he claimed he hadn’t imagined it before. Hollander flustered and pink, probably caught off guard. Hollander looking at him like that. The sight of him in a towel alone is enough to wind something tight and aching in Rozanov’s gut. If Hollander pushed--if he teased-- Preferably beneath him. The bathroom door opens. Hollander steps back into the room, fully dressed now, hair neatly combed. He stops short when he sees Rozanov shirtless on his bed. “Why are you undressed?” Hollander asks. “You just gave me shit about that. Like, two minutes ago.” He smells like mint and coconut and Rozanov hates that he knows that. Rozanov pulls his hand from his abdomen which has by now trailed far lower than he intended, "Is nothing. Leave me alone, Hollander." Brown eyes fall to where Ilyas hips sit in his jeans and he catches onto Hollanders eyes to let him know hes been caught. "Okay," is all he says, and settles into his bed. The next evening, Rozanov waits in their room. He knows that Hollander is supposed to be back from an extra hockey practise shortly. And he also knows that he'll be filled with adrenaline, his hair and skin damp with sweat. Thinking about it has him half hard in his trousers already. Eagerly, he shimmies out of them until theyre pooled around his ankles and he unbuttons his shirt with trembling fingers. The shirt finds its way to the floor. In only his white boxers and socks, he sits up on the edge of his bed. From his nightstand, he takes out a magazine he keeps burried under a pile of nonsense school work.

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    English
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    1/1
    Files:
    2 versions
    AO3:
    #76965581