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Exegetic Chains by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-10-14
Scott is lucky, apparently. Ilya suggested picking him up in a sports car—he’d get tossed in the trunk with the rest of the baggage. Shoved in the back of Shane’s practical British whatever the fuck, knees bumping Ilya’s seat, headrest not adjusted for his height, Scott’s having flashbacks to growth spurts in mom vans driven by church volunteers.
“How is our princess, hm?” Ilya ducks over to look at Scott in the rearview, and Scott already has a middle finger ready for him.
“It’s damsel, Ilya,” Shane corrects.
“Not helpful,” Scott interjects.
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It's only a week. Scott can survive a week, can't he?
- Language:
- English
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- Chapters:
- 6/6
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- 1
- AO3:
- #87769386
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Shane Hollander begins his NHL career unchallenged when Ilya Rozanov enters the KHL after World Juniors. One season of being allowed to terrorize the ice and the Winner’s Room is enough for Boston to drag Ilya out of Russia.
What they had not accounted for in releasing a second generational talent into the league was that not all predators are solitary. Ilya may want to bring Hollander to his knees, but he wants to present the defeat of an inferior player to his feet first.
He just has to convince Hollander to let him.
- Part 2 of Winner Takes All
- Language:
- English
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- 114,576
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- 15/?
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #81434161
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Championship Vinyl by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-09-14
“You are braver than me, dude. You could not pay me to call some of my exes.”
Ilya shrugged. Truthfully, it was a stretch to call anybody on the list an ex. The only person he had been an official, labelled boyfriend to was Rob, and he wasn’t about to call Rob to ask where things went wrong.
“Wait, how are you going to talk to that one guy if you don't even know his name?” Cliff asked.
Fuck. Ilya should have taken his time to think of someone easier to put on the heartbreak list.
“Not sure. I will work on it,” Ilya scowled.
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When Ilya’s boyfriend Rob dumps him, he decides to reach out to his top five heartbreaks to figure out why he is so easy to leave.
Some people on the top five list are friends, some he hasn't spoken to in years. One man on the list proves hard to find, a one-night stand with beautiful freckles whose name Ilya never learned.
High Fidelity-ish AU. Ilya owns a record shop and figures his shit out post-breakup as he finds the person he's meant to fall in love with.
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- English
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- 49,553
- Chapters:
- 10/12
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #89610761
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I just want you to come inside by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-07-09
"Don't you want to know what it would be like to fuck me? To claim me like this when no one ever did? To make me yours in every possible way?"
Ilya barely had time to finish his sentence as Shane's lips were on his, engulfing him in a feverish kiss. Shane broke the kiss, panting against Ilya's mouth.
"Shane, will you please fuck me?"
Or: Shane tries weed for the first time and Ilya asks Shane to fuck him.
- Part 2 of married hollanov
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- English
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- 1/1
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- AO3:
- #88244081
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pretty (kind of dirty face) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-11
Shane Hollander, a well booked, in demand model is back for the summer for a well deserved break. It was all going so well until his car decides to break down. Unsure of what to do, he calls the first garage he can find, not expecting to meet the most infurtiating, aggravating and beautiful man he had ever seen.
Or,
Shane's a brat who is used to getting what he wants, Ilya Rozanov doesn't give into a pretty face that easy.
- Language:
- English
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- 25,178
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- 2/2
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- 1
- AO3:
- #82209291
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Shane has always hated Ilya. Always. From the first time he saw him leaning against a car like he owned the street, talking too loud, smiling too easily….and Ilya just knows how to tick him off— like it’s second nature, like he can tell exactly what gets under Shane’s skin and leans into it every single time.
It doesn’t matter where they are, or what’s going on, Ilya finds a way to make it about him and Shane ends up pissed off before he even says a word.
Shane huffed as his phone lit up with vibration. He grabbed the phone off the charger. The screen lit up again, he glanced down at an unfamiliar number.
Unknown: don’t ask how I got you number but I’m bored come race me if you’re not too scared to get beat again Hollander 😉
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- 1
- AO3:
- #82021081
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Shane stared up at the ceiling. Everything he’d been keeping inside for the last month was threatening to boil over into a ugly mess, and his eyes stung. “I thought that if I could just ignore it, it would go away. I thought that if I gave it more time, I’d keep myself from doing something drastic.”
He rubbed at his face and kept his hands there, a shield to protect him from the weight of the decision he couldn’t keep running from. “It’s been weeks, and I don’t know what to do. I feel sick every time I think about going back, but…” He looked at Ilya and saw the blue eyes there creased with concern, sadness, and that simmering anger at everything that had ever hurt Shane. He sniffed. “I don’t think I’m strong enough to leave. Leaving feels like giving up. But so does staying.”
“No.” Ilya shook his head and shuffled forward so his body was mirroring Shane’s, twin parentheses encompassing their shared years in between worn bodies. “No, my love.”
Or: After the playoffs end for Montreal and Ottawa, Shane has a decision to make. His relationship with the Metros is on thin ice, and it might take a couple Centaurs to break it for good.
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- English
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- 26,637
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #81760036
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4 times Shane and Ilya hook up in their car while keeping their love a secret, plus 1 where they're finally out
- Language:
- English
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- 16,340
- Chapters:
- 5/5
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79392051
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Shane: did you send my mom an SOS? Ilya: a what? what is SOS? Shane: like a distress signal Ilya: da. yes. told her there is big distress. my husband needs to get fucked by end of week or his dick will explode. would leave our kids with one less father Or, Shane and Ilya have been cockblocked by their kids for nearly 2 weeks. When they finally get a night to themselves, the tension snaps before they even make it to their dinner reservation.
- Part 5 of Our House
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 7,221
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- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #79149991
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pour us a road, we'll both drink and drive by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-02-08
“Sex, Hollander,” Ilya says because he’s suddenly not in the mood to do anything except spell it out. “I am talking about sex in the Porsche.”
“Oh,” Shane says as Ilya starts to suck at skin covering taught muscles. “You’ve thought about that before, I take it.”
Ilya groans against him. “You have no idea.”
There’s a good chance Shane will shut him down. It’s reckless afterall, and even he can recognize that. But he also knows that there’s a part of Shane that loves to do things he shouldn’t. It’s the whole fucking reason they started this thing in the first place. There’s a part of him that beats at the cage of his control. A part that only Ilya seems to be able to release.
He really hopes that part wins out.
“That sounds like a really terrible idea,” Shane says, his voice strained between breathy pants, and Ilya’s fine with it. Really. He’s sure they’ll have tons of other opportunities to do stupid sexy shit one day. But then– “But I think I’m just tipsy enough to let it happen.”
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Or, on Ilya's last night in Boston, he and Shane take his car for one final ride.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,458
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79097241
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love and lust (wanna be yours) by blankjournals
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-06
“You really wouldn’t mind if I had sex with someone else?” Ilya does mind. Hearing it said back to him, almost makes him flinch, a sudden and brittle sound right next to his ear that he fails to recoil from in time. But he swallows back the bitter truth and replies, “Of course not. If that is what you want.” He waits, sitting on his living room couch, phone pressed painfully against his ear, his other hand gripping his knees till his knuckles blanched. He could feel his own heart rattling behind his ribs, pulse rockingloudly. His mind was an echo of alarm, demanding of him: Why isn't Shane saying anything? It was the loudest silence he’s ever lived through, until Shane finally said, “Okay.” OR: inspired by the fight in TLG where Ilya tells Shane he can sleep with other men. But this time, Shane actually takes the offer.
- Part 1 of missing scenes from TLG 📖
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 11,920
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- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #78995356
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The command had sliced through him like a knife, and Shane had very nearly opened his mouth. It didn’t just paralyse his jaw, his entire body locked up, shock rippling through him. No matter how many comments were made, neither of them had ever been so evil as to order him so directly. Not since- But then Ilya Rozanov had tackled both of them to the ground, flinging his entire body weight at them, skates flying into the air. - AU where Shane just wants to play hockey but biology and shitty teammates make it nearly impossible. Ilya just wants to have some good competition on the ice. They make it work (eventually).
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- English
- Words:
- 75,287
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- 8/8
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77013786
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Ilya fucks Shane in—and on—his beautiful, expensive, shiny, custom baby blue convertible. That's pretty much it.
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- 1/1
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- AO3:
- #78190096
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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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- 2/2
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- #78097941
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“You looked so fucking pretty tonight, Hollander. In that big jersey, with that backwards hat. Wanted to bend you over in front of all your friends and fuck you untill you cried.” Shane whimpers, hands grasping at the car seat beneath him. “Please, Ilya. Touch me. Need you.” Ilya pulls his own shirt up over his head and then pauses. Has an idea. “Get in the back seat, sweetheart.”
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- 1/1
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- AO3:
- #77543266
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“I can have anything?” he asks. And Shane, in his wisdom, hesitates, but only for a second. He strokes Ilya’s cheek, palm scratching against the stubble there, and says, “If it’s something within my ability, yes.” “Okay.” Ilya puts his chin on Shane’s chest. “It is an easy wish. I want to fuck you in my car.”
- Language:
- English
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- 13,108
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- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77499776
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The bus was just a run of the mill charter bus. Nothing special. No obnoxious Greek letters to indicate that- Well, fuck. “Mom,” Shane hissed suddenly, getting closer as she waved to bus full of frat boys. “You cannot be serious.” (Professor/college student AU with a side of frat boy Ilya)
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- English
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- 13,528
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- 3/3
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77078556
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pretty blue streetlights and his brown eyes by byulelle
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
“Like you could even drive mine, Hollander. Too strong, too powerful for boring man like you,” he bellows, eyes sharp and smoldering. And the implication isn't lost on Shane. “You don't know that,” Shane scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Want to test drive then?” Ilya slides the key fob towards the space between them. When his vodka arrives, Shane's hand darts to grab the glass and downs it all in one go. “You take me,” he says through a grimace. “If I like how it…drives, maybe I'll buy it from you when I steal that Stanley from under your nose,” he mumbles before walking off towards said car. Ilya just cocks a brow up, amused. “Maybe I need to put a muzzle on you, Hollander,” Within the space of a hundred roaring sports cars, Shane Hollander finds his favorite ride.
- Language:
- English
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- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76850856
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Shane adjusted his tie for the third time, his skin prickling with awareness of the toy nestled deep inside him. Shane's muscles tensed under his shirt, his reactive nature making him hyper-aware of the remote tucked in Ilya's pocket. Ilya leaned close as he passed, his breath warm against Shane's ear. “Behave,” Shane's voice cracks. "I-I'm fine, just a h-headache." The lie burns in his throat as he forces a smile, his hand trembling against the back of his neck, eyes darting anywhere but at Hayden. Completely unaware of the hand climbing Shane’s inner thigh, fingers pressing into the tender flesh just below his groin. Shane's pulse hammers against his collar as sweat beads at his hairline. Shane's adam' s apple lurches violently. He can feel Ilya's smirk burning into his profile without looking. He bites down on his tongue, tasting copper. Ilya's presence sears into his left side, while his other hand makes a show of adjusting something in his pocket. The vibrations suddenly intensify, sending a violent shudder through Shane's core. His vision blurs at the edges. Shooting electricity up his spine. His knuckles go white against the leather seat. His teeth clamp down on his bottom lip as Ilya's grip becomes bruising, fingers digging into the flesh through the soft black material. Leaning in, hot breath scorching Shane's ear: " Get yourself together, Hollander," each syllable dripping with that Russian growl that makes Shane pathetically weak. Fucking. Sadistic. Asshole. And all because of one goddamn bet. Only two hours earlier he was in the comfort of his own home. Steam billows from the bathroom as the door swings open. Ilya emerges, towel riding dangerously low on sharp hip bones, droplets racing down the planes of his chest and disappearing beneath the white terry cloth. Shane's fingers trace the edges of a small brown parcel on the kitchen counter. Ilya Rozanov, the label reads in neat block letters. Below that: Shane's address, his apartment number. Ilya freezes mid-step. The corner of his mouth twitches upward. "This showed up today." Shane lifts the box slightly. "Your name. My place." Ilya's bare feet pad across the hardwood. He plucks the package from Shane's grip with long fingers, his knuckles brushing Shane's palm. "Mine," he says, placing it on the far edge of the counter, just beyond Shane's reach. "So I don't get to see what's inside?" Ilya reaches for a pair of grey joggers draped over the arm of the couch, pulling them on with a fluid motion. "It's for you, actually." Shane's stomach flips. The NHL26 loading screen bathes their faces in blue light as they sink into the sofa, controllers in hand. Shane's eyes dart to the kitchen every thirty seconds. The box sits there, taunting him. His birthday was ages ago, their anniversary wasn’t for another couple months, Today is... nothing. His player skates past the puck. Again. The controller vibrates with another missed opportunity. Ilya's score climbs: 3-0, 5-0, 7-0.
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- English
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- 5,625
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76615041
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“Listen to me, Hollander,” Ilya’s voice is commanding, intense. That same tone that he uses to make Shane turn liquid in his arms. “You are going to do exactly as I say—” Shane nods furiously, now desperate to get behind the privacy screen of the limousine. “We are going to get in the car together, you are going to put your filthy mouth to work, and I am going to use your throat to keep my cock hard until we get back to the hotel.” Shane makes the only echoing sound in the hallway: a pitchy whine that has Ilya’s cock throbbing. “When we arrive, we are going straight to my room. Understood?” Shane nods, but Ilya wants to test his teammate to see just how much he can push tonight. Ilya swallows. “Answer me, Hollander.” “Y—yes,” Shane rasps, quiet but determined as he looks at Ilya like he could break Shane in half and he would thank him. “Yes, Ilya.”
- Language:
- English
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- 11,038
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76507936