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Less Dead Than You’d Think by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-02
Newly turned vampire Shane Hollander is determined not to be a monster or let his new status stop him in any way from his dream of becoming an NHL star. He stubbornly keeps a diurnal schedule, only drinks animal blood, and never so much as bares his fangs in polite company.
His careful rhythm is disrupted when natural born vampire Ilya Rozanov waltzes into his life. Ilya is his opposite in every way: no sleep schedule to speak of, freely mixes matters of blood and sex, and grins with his fangs when he’s particularly pleased.
All this should repulse Shane, of course, not make him so desperate it’s as if some part of him has been waiting his whole life to surrender to the uncontrollable attraction.
[Now with a sequel: More Alive Than You’d Know]
- Part 1 of LD/MA
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Fluent in What We Never Named by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-28
Shane blinked at Rose. "What," he asked, voice flattening. His fingers twitched against his glass, condensation dripping onto the tablecloth. The words didn't compute. A relationship dynamic sounded like something from a psychology textbook, not whatever chaotic, magnetic pull existed between him and Ilya. "What dynamic? Nothing like that is going on."
Rose’s fingers froze against her glass. She studied Shane’s face. Watching the furrow between his brows, the way his jaw tensed like he was bracing for impact. He genuinely didn’t know. The realization hit her then. “Shane,” she said slowly, “you seriously don’t see it?”
or
Shane realizes that he and Ilya are in a very under negotiated D/s relationship
Google doc of fic chapter 5 starts on page 72!
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Whimpering, Shane looked down between their bodies. Ilya’s other hand dragged slowly down Shane’s chest, over his trembling stomach, and came to rest just below his navel. There, pressed against Ilya’s own abdomen, was a soft, distinct bulge.
“See?” Ilya whispered, his eyes glowing with a feral light. “That’s me. Inside you.”
He pressed down with his fingers, right on the bulge.
Shane screamed.
(or, first day at the cottage gets Ilya scent drunk on his omega)
Tag to be covered: Crying Shane Hollander
- Part 8 of Crashing out over Hollanov
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ain’t ever been vanilla, honey (just wait until you get a taste) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-21
5 times Shane discovers a new kink for himself + 1 time he discovers one for Ilya
- Part 9 of off the ice (smutty hollanov one shots)
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Ilya often enjoys teasing Shane with a certain concept, but Shane knows Ilya is far too jealous of a man, actually, to commit to this idea he likes to throw around, and Shane would never agree to it because he only has eyes for one man. A threesome. The idea is a threesome. Or: how hollanov can ethically, monogamously, have a threesome.
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Ilya is certainly no stranger to having his son’s boyfriend over for the holidays. Shane has visited the Rozanovs plenty of times before, mainly for family celebrations. If Ilya is being honest with himself, Shane isn't really a great match for Andrei. He's not really sure how they've lasted so long. Not because Shane is a bad partner for Andrei, in fact, it's quite the opposite. Ilya thinks Shane could do better.
No one needs to know that Ilya may or may not have fantasised about Shane once or twice before. Only once or twice.
Or:
Ilya Rozanov has a thing for his son's boyfriend, Shane Hollander.
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Ilya pulled back, gasping. His lower face was glistening wet in the dim light. He stared at the pulsing source between Shane’s legs with utter rapture. “You squirt,” he breathed, awestruck. “I did not even finger you yet, and you squirt for me.” He gave a breathless, giddy laugh. (or, Shane gets cursed with a pussy) Tag to be covered: Shane Hollander Has a Vagina
- Part 4 of Crashing out over Hollanov
- Part 1 of Hollanov Buys (Etsy) Curses
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hold me down, I get high on you by sunnysalutations
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-23
Shane surprises Ilya by wearing a thong and a Rozanov jersey.
- Part 3 of off the ice (smutty hollanov one shots)
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“I think I would like to know what a creampie tastes like here in Ottawa.”
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Shane and Ilya have gone 20 days without, and Shane, along with his new battery-operated friend, is going to show Ilya just how much he missed him. ~~~ "Open." Shane opened his mouth and Ilya fed his cock back in, not gentle this time. He thrust forward and Shane gagged, eyes watering, but he didn't pull back. He breathed through his nose and relaxed his throat and took it, took everything Ilya gave him. "That's it," Ilya growled, fucking into his mouth with short, brutal strokes. "That's my good boy. Taking my cock so fucking well. Always take me exactly how I like it."
- Part 7 of Stolen Moments
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“What’s your favorite Russian word?” Ilya sits with his legs caging Shane in from behind, softly kissing the freckles behind his ears and down his neck. “You.” Shane doesn’t hesitate or have to think about it. It’s so simple, yet it means just about everything to him. “Without you I wouldn’t have a reason to love anything else.” His head tilts to say, angling awkwardly as he does his best to face Ilya and gauge his reaction. It’s subtle, but the twitch on the corner of his lips is enough for Shane to lean forward and press a kiss on Ilya's cheek. “Boring, right?” AKA... Ilya has something very important to ask, and Shane couldn't be more prepared to answer him.
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“I told you it was supposed to be a surprise asshole,” Shane whispers and it was only then that Ilya finally noticed the razor in his hand and the notch of hair missing from Shane’s perfect pussy. Ilya’s throat goes dry and his hand reaches out to thumb at the perfectly smooth area. Ilya helps Shane shave.
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Ilya sat on the edge of his bed in the hotel room, phone in hand, scrolling through search results. The game against Boston had ended hours ago, a solid win, but his mind refused to settle. Shane had texted him earlier, something casual about practice schedules, but it stirred up the thoughts that had been building for weeks. Shane lived for hockey. Every drill, every shift, he analyzed it like a puzzle to solve. Off the ice, he carried that same intensity, always planning, always pushing. The only times Ilya saw him truly let go were at the cottage, fishing or just staring at the lake, or right after they collapsed together, bodies spent. Those moments revealed a different Shane, one who didn't need to control every detail. Ilya wanted more of that for him.
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I always want to win with you. by Blombus
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-04
For the first time on the Olympic ice rink, we have a married couple sharing the ice. Well, hopefully. Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov, both wearing the Maple Leaf for Team Canada. Hollander just signed with Ottawa after ending his long-standing career in Montreal. The world is yet to see them on the same team, playing together. Like you said, hopefully tonight is the night! or - Shane and Ilya play their first Olympic games for Team Canada. Kinky celebrations ensue.
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“Ya tebya lyublyu…” Shane's heart skips a beat in his chest. Ilya’s lips kiss and kiss over and over but Shane can't stop thinking about where he's heard those words before. He's heard them in that soft, yearning tone, in a desperate, emotional frenzy— And then it clicks. Ilya has said them to him before, and he can pinpoint exactly when.
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“Wow,” Ilya snickers. “Not even Golden Boy Hollander is safe from the pussy curse, huh?” “Do not call it that.” Ilya crosses his arms and looks at Shane like he’s being stupid. It’s a frustratingly familiar look. “It is a curse that gives a pussy. Pussy curse. It’s not that bad of curse, actually.” Or; Someone commissions a witch to curse Shane with a vagina. It’s a flagrant violation of MLH rules, but Ilya’s always been good at making lemonade out of lemons.
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I Follow You, Even Into Your Dreams by Buyurei
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
Shane’s body seems to sway, and his dick finds friction against Ilya’s body. Then, what Ilya can only describe as a miracle. Shane exhales, and speaks in his sleep. “Suhz, uhz… Anov…” Shane inhales deeply, and says “Ozanov… Nnng…” on the exhale. He whines through it. Ilya freezes. He can’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. Shane says Ilya’s name in his sleep. Ilya can't resist.
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“You are sure, Hollander?” Ilya grins with a glimmer of sympathy in his light blue eyes. Flashes of scenarios pass through Shane’s mind, not understanding where the rope will go, but Shane never backs down from a challenge. He puts on a fake smile, “Why not, Rozanov?” “Hello.” “Hi, Hollander.” Shane runs his hand through his freshly washed, jet black hair, trying to appear confident. But he can’t help how fast his eyes fall to Ilya’s bare chest, unable to match his gaze. Ilya, always endeared by Shane’s antisocial nature, speaks gently, “You look pretty. Just for me, huh?” “No.” Shane cheeks flush, aware of how he’s being analyzed. “I had to take a shower after the game.” “Ah,“ Ilya takes a step, closing the space between them, “I see.” His own appearance reflects the late hour. Shirtless in low hanging sweats, as his messy blond curls round his head like a halo. Shane’s eyes remain down, crossing his arms over his chest. Ilya pauses, always able to sense Shane’s caution when they’re together. He inhales, upset with his own strong and stubborn nature. He can’t afford to lose Shane. Now inches away, Ilya's nose fills with Shane’s familiar clean, floral scent, seemingly perfect to him. They don’t speak anymore. Instead, Ilya raises his right arm, caressing Shane’s soft cheek with his callused fingers. The stale hotel air becomes lighter knowing what comes next. Ilya’s rough fingertips trace along Shane’s pouty lips, instinctively relaxing his jaw and allowing Ilya’s thumb to enter his warm mouth. He sucks it, taking his rival as he so often does. Intoxicated by the heaviness of Ilya's finger lying on top of his tongue. He pulls him in until his smooth lips wrap around his bony knuckle, then pulls back, closing his eyes in complete bliss. Shane hums, hollowing his cheeks, completely fixated on the soothing feel in his mouth. Ilya’s own lips part in a trance, mumbling approval in his native Russian. He admires how peaceful Shane looks with closed eyes. His long, dark lashes lying above his lightly freckled skin, like a doll. Ilya leans in, replacing his thumb with his plump lips. They share a sloppy kiss, spit collecting at the corner of their mouths. Tongues cross over top of one another, shamelessly moaning as they unite. Ilya eagerly digs under Shane’s shirt, pulling the fabric over his head. They can’t stay away for more than a few seconds, like magnets, their lips crash together once again. Ilya’s top lip overtakes Shane’s shallow mouth, shoving his tongue deep inside, relishing in his submission. Ilya speaks into Shane's open mouth, “I have something.” Shane tilts his head back, “Yeah?” “Yes. Something for us to try.” “Okay,” Shane hesitates, dread filling his chest, hating surprises. Ilya turns away and picks up a paper bag that’s been tucked behind a chair. He opens it and pulls out a meter of rope that could have been purchased at any hardware store. Shane's eyebrows come together, confused, “For you?” Ilya’s face grows wide, showing off all his crooked teeth. He laughs in Shane’s face, “Ha- no, no, no.” He walks towards him holding the rope between their bare torsos, “For you.” Shane gulps, intrigued but uneasy, “Um, okay yeah.” He hates how nervous he sounds. He’s not as experienced as his partner, still slightly fearful of Ilya’s unpredictable dominance. “You are sure, Hollander?” Ilya grins with a glimmer of sympathy in his light blue eyes. Flashes of scenarios pass through Shane’s mind, not understanding where the rope will go, but Shane never backs down from a challenge. He puts on a fake smile, “Why not, Rozanov?” Shane’s suddenly being pushed backwards, landing fiercely onto the hard mattress. Ilya commands in his deep voice, “Arms up.” Shane obeys, revealing the dark hair in his pits beneath his sculpted triceps. Ilya sits on his chest, running the rough rope through his hands, stinging his palms. He grips Shane’s wrists together with one hand, keeping them in place. Shane whines from the sensitivity quickly finding its place around his thin skin. He watches Ilya’s face contort with concentration as he works above him. His chest rapidly rising and falling from anticipation. Shane wonders when Ilya learned how to do this, and how many other people have been below him, just waiting. Once his wrists are carefully tied together, Ilya extends the rope behind a rod of the bed’s headboard, trapping his arms above his head. Ilya mumbles under his breath, “Beautiful,” while moving off Shane's hard body. Shane automatically tries pulling his arms down, already uncomfortable in his position. The rope only rubs further against his wrists, a soreness quickly developing, keeping him motionless. He understands now, he’s stuck in a room with a feral animal, exposed and vulnerable to whatever it wants to do with him. Shane can only strain his neck forward to watch Ilya wander around the bed. The low light of the hotel room casts a deep shadow over Ilya's brow bone, blocking his eyes, only adding to Shane’s apprehension.
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Ilya walked in through the bathroom door that Shane had left open. He was still wearing his swimsuit. Shane’s eyes automatically fell to the indents in his hips and the dark hair on his stomach. Shane thought he could maybe see an outline of his flaccid cock in his black trunks. He could imagine it, at least. Or A moment in time of Ilya and Shane enjoying themselves at the cottage. After swimming in the lake, Shane jumped in the shower to get all the scum off him. He generally preferred to stay on dry land, but one thing had led to another when Ilya had dared him to jump in. He had already finished, but stayed in to enjoy the hot water on his muscles. His water pressure was fantastic. Ilya walked in through the bathroom door that Shane had left open. He was still wearing his swimsuit. Shane’s eyes automatically fell to the indents in his hips and the dark hair on his stomach. Shane thought he could maybe see an outline of his flaccid cock in his black trunks. He could imagine it, at least. “We could share the shower, yes?” Ilya said, putting his thumbs in the waistband of his swimsuit and pulling down to take a piss. Oh, Shane thought idly, he had been mistaken about the folds. Shane was almost too distracted to notice the heap of damp swimwear Ilya left on the tile floor. His brain caught up with him after a second, “Sure, of course.” Shane liked showering with Ilya. However, “Didn’t you say you didn’t need to shower?” “No, I said you need to shower. You keep thinking about it.” Ilya slid open the door and stepped inside. Shane dragged his eyes up to Ilya’s face for the first time since he’d come inside the bathroom to find a familiar amusement in his eyes. “Is distracting.” Shane waited impatiently for Ilya to come closer. He was already mostly hard, but didn’t want to touch his own dick. Ilya stepped fully into the shower, walked into the curtain of water, and crowded him against the back wall like Shane hoped he would. Part of Shane wanted Ilya to flip him, press his face into the tiles and fuck him. The smarter part of him knew he’d actually enjoy that more outside the water and in a bed or over the bathroom counter or on the floor in the living room. Ilya pressed their foreheads together, grabbed his ass with one hand and his jaw with the other, long fingers wrapped around the back of Shane’s neck. Shane pulled their faces together and they were both smiling as they kissed. They’d showered together several times over the years, but eating lunch, hanging out in the lake, and being able to casually walk in on each other in the bathroom? It filled Shane with some indiscernible yet overwhelming emotion. As they fit together, Shane could feel Ilya finally getting hard. His hips jerked into Ilya’s thoughtlessly. God, Shane wanted to suck his cock, had wanted to suck his cock since he imagined it in Ilya’s clothing folds. Ilya used the hand on his jaw to tilt his chin upwards into the kiss. He squeezed his ass and gave it a tap with his open hand; Shane barely had time to process the sting before Ilya was squeezing again. Shane made a high pitched sound in the back of his throat. Ilya laughed into the kiss, moving his hand to the back of Shane’s head to shield it before pushing him fully against the tile. Shane felt the cold press of the granite tiles that he’d personally picked out from his shoulders down to his ass. Shane gripped Ilya’s shoulders, unsatisfied with the uncomfortable friction he was getting as he rubbed against Ilya’s abs. Ilya was the one who broke the kiss, pulling Shane’s hair a little. Their foreheads came together again as they caught their breath and Ilya took the opportunity to grope his chest, thumb kneading under his nipple. Ilya’s eyes were almost grey in the dim lighting of the shower, somehow looking so different from their usual blue color in his bright cottage. Shane wanted to look in those eyes as Ilya fucked him. Or at very least if Ilya could bend him over, fuck him, and then turn him back around so he could look into them while Ilya came inside him. Ilya seemed to understand the kind of mood Shane was in because he just said, “On your knees.” Shane didn’t really need any encouragement, but he liked hearing Ilya say it. He went down, braced himself on Ilya’s thigh with one hand and reached up to feel Ilya’s large pecs with the other before he ran his hand over his waist, abs, and down to his hips. Ilya’s body was incredible, but it was hard to appreciate it like it deserved when his dick was right there. He swallowed Ilya down a little too fast; he forgot about the water making it harder to breath and choked. He coughed a little, moved his face away from the stream of water for air for a moment before he went back to it. He was pulled away by Ilya tugging on his hair. He looked up in betrayal. He couldn’t really see Ilya’s face through the water, so he refocused on Ilya’s hard cock. Shane pulled forward against Ilya’s grip to mouth at his shaft. Ilya adjusted his grip and pulled Shane back again, harder. Shane whined. “One minute!” Ilya sounded breathless. “Move out of water.” Ilya seemed to want to pull Shane up to reposition them, but once he understood what Ilya wanted, Shane brushed him off. He pushed lightly at Ilya’s thighs to get him to step backwards as Shane followed, crawling on the floor. He heard Ilya softly swear and hurried to get him back in his mouth. Once they were safely out of the spray, Shane repositioned to prove he really could swallow him straight down. It wasn’t as easy as when he was horizontal, but he liked that sometimes too. Shane moved up and down quickly, the wet noises he was making and Ilya’s twitching hips turning him on more. Ilya had his hands on the back of his head and was applying some pressure, but Shane set a quicker pace. Ilya groaned his name and Shane couldn’t help but start touching himself. They had blown each other in the morning before lunch, so he wasn’t that worried about coming fast or, more importantly, Ilya coming too fast. He could taste the salt of Ilya’s precum and pulled up so he could kiss his way down the shaft to his balls. Shane kept a hand on his shaft, jerking him off slowly while he took Ilya’s balls into his mouth. He spent time on them and was rewarded, “Good boy. Good job. Here.”
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Shane’s hotel service by Wutdafuqisaaaa
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
“Sir I’m just a bellboy, you can’t treat the staff like that!” “Oh I think I know how the staff likes to be treated after all these years” Or, the roleplay scene in episode 6 extended bc it hasn’t left my mind since I first saw it.
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