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It's Been A Long Time Coming by leiascully
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-12
Ilya and Shane are so excited to have made the playoffs in Shane's first season with the Centaurs until they remember: no sex during the playoffs.
- Part 51 of Hockey Time!
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 20,098
- Chapters:
- 7/7
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76962346
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shane hollander's guide to bottom prep by bisexualbuckley
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-11
Ilya shrugs and runs his hand from Shane’s waist down to his ass and back up. “But you are so good at it. What is English saying? Having it with science?” “Having it down to a science.” “Exactly. Some things come natural to you, yes? Doing your bottom prep stuff. Taking my cock. You are perfect bottom. Made to be bottom. You love to be bottom.” “I do. I love it.” Shane swallows, reminded of exactly where he is and what he’s doing, a cautiously confident smile on his face as he starts to ride more with his legs than his hips. “And you thought I would throw it all away for some Taco Bell.” OR; shane hollander's foolproof bottom prep routine and how his lovely boyfriend takes care of him
- Part 1 of hollanov bottom prep <3
- Language:
- English
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- 13,028
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #75821841
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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.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 7,574
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77487016
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Karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me by mickeysmyheart
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-10
After two games lost because of Ilya's antics, Shane decides to torture him via his appearance on The Tonight Show while Ilya is back home in Ottawa.
- Part 7 of In a world post TLG
- Language:
- English
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- 8,071
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77405626
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Shane tries to get under Ilya's skin during a game. He succeeds, and wants Ilya to do something about it.
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- English
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77411651
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Then Ilya’s mouth was there. Right on the spot. His lips pressed a soft, lingering kiss to that exact patch of skin below Shane’s navel. It was a combination of the location, the tenderness of the gesture so at odds with Ilya’s usual aggressive passion, and the sheer accumulated sensitivity of weeks of focused attention that broke the dam. or, that picture of Ilya kissing Shane's lower belly broke my brain.
- Part 1 of Crashing out over Hollanov
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- English
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- 1,653
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77267376
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Shane Hollander finally gets the perfect job at Rozanov Enterprises as a personal assistant. What he didn’t account for, is becoming his boss’s—-Ilya Rozanov—-prey.
- Language:
- English
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- 26,387
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- 13/13
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- 1
- AO3:
- #75906381
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My name is Shane || Меня зовут Шейн by Kzzak
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-06
Shane Hollander decides to show off the progress he has made with Russian. Ilya goes nuts over it. Set in Ilya's apartment during Episode 4.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 6,399
- Chapters:
- 2/2
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76398006
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In a hotel room in Montreal, Ilya Rozanov accidentally learns something new about Shane Hollander.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,370
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76676446
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matter of fact, i caught you lookin' back by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-05
“No,” he says, smiling gently, like he doesn't know how irritating he's being. “Is my room first, da? You should speak with front desk.”
Hollander stares at him.
And then he starts to laugh.
“You ask the front desk,” he shoots back, in between his odd wheezes. Ilya's heart starts to pound in double time, because this is not—this cannot be Shane Hollander playing bed chicken with him. Their competitiveness is fierce, to be certain, but surely, Hollander would be the bigger person, no? “This is my fucking room, Rozanov. Wild horses couldn't drag me away.”
OR: Ilya's apartment is under construction. Shane's in town for a game. It'd be a shame if they somehow had the same hotel room.
[or, or: we need some more goddamn 'there was only one bed' out here.]
- Part 9 of heated rivalry masterlist
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 19,326
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #76941361
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Ilya watches Shane play billiards and has several NSFW thoughts about it. Thoughts, obviously, turn into actions.
- Language:
- English
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- 7,592
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77031476
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Home is Wherever I'm With You by miss_begonia
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-04
"You know," Ilya says, "when we have a house together, I want those curtains with lace on the bottom. Like grandmothers have." "Are you trying to kill my boner?" Shane says. Ilya helps him out of his jeans, his hands immediately going to Shane's hips and pulling him down the bed. He gets Shane where he wants him and sinks to his knees, his mouth finding the soft skin of his inner thighs. "F-fuck," Shane says. "We will get sheets that are not navy blue," Ilya says, licking along the curve of his hip bone. "And maybe higher thread count because my baby is sensitive." "I hate you," Shane says, his breath hitching when Ilya bites him on the thigh, light but still a pinch. "How do you feel about air fryers?" Ilya asks. "I want one, I think." Or: Ilya and Shane go shopping for home decor.
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- English
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- 2,156
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77102336
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JANE: We didn't even kiss "Fuck." Shane presses his forehead against the elevator wall, his eyes fluttering closed against the tears threatening to fall. His vision darkens at the edges and he can't quite catch his breath, his chest aching. He sent it. His finger fucking slipped and he sent it. The text sent.
- Language:
- English
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- 8,798
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76981836
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What do you get the man who self-proclaimedly has everything he could ever want and need? This is the dilemma Shane faces yet again, wondering what on earth he could possibly get Ilya for his birthday. The answer comes in the form of raiding Ilya’s closet and impulsive 3 AM purchases. or the hollanov birthday sex au no one asked for
- Part 2 of vignettes in time
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- English
- Words:
- 9,111
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76853676
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And that night I was happy. by thesumofentropy
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
Shane swallows the lump in his throat. “We need your help.” Yuna sounds slightly concerned, her voice tinny through the phone. “Is everything alright? Should we drive over?” “Yeah, um—we have a, uh. A—” “A baby,” Ilya finishes. “You are a grandmother now. Surprise.” “Sorry, did you—” Yuna pauses. They can hear David faintly in the background. “You mean, like, a baby animal? A puppy?” “A wishbaby,” Shane croaks. There’s silence on the other end of the line. “Surprise,” Ilya says again. Shane and Ilya win the Stanley Cup. They weren't exactly planning to also win a baby.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 11,692
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76986356
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Fans discover an Ilya Rozanov fancam in Shane Hollander’s Instagram reposts.
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- English
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- 2,696
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76968526
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There is no plot. There is no foreplay. This is smut. He never broke eye contact with Shane–not for a second. Their breathing picked up, growing heavier as that familiar pull of desire and want overtook them. They stared at each other, fully aware of just how far gone they both were, how badly they wanted each other, how obsessed they’d become with each other.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,282
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76972896
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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.
- Language:
- English
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- 4,102
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76926206
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A strong arm caught him easily, guiding him back against the shelves. The force was inhuman but controlled and gentle. The vampire leaned in, close enough that Shane could feel the chill radiating from him. “I did not come here to frighten you,” he said softly, forehead nearly brushing Shane’s. “I came to ask you on a date.” The library had settled into its late-hour stillness. Most of the overhead lights had been extinguished, leaving only a handful of brass-shaded lamps burning overhead, their yellow glow casting long shadows across the reading tables and towering shelves. Dust hung faintly in the air, visible when Shane shifted beneath the light. The place smelled of old paper, leather bindings, and furniture polish. Shane sat alone at one of the long oak tables, collar loosened, sleeves rolled to his forearms. He scratched absently at the back of his neck as his eyes dragged over the same line of text for what felt like the hundredth time. The words refused to stick. His head throbbed faintly, and the wire frames of his spectacles pinched at his temples. The clock mounted high on the wall ticked loudly in the quiet. He let out a muted groan and dropped his forehead against the tabletop, careful not to knock his books over. “Now then,” came a voice from the aisle, firm but not unkind. “You know better than that, young man. No sleeping in the reading room.” Shane lifted his head and found the librarian approaching, a stern woman in sensible shoes pushing a cart stacked neatly with returned volumes. Her hair was pinned tight at the nape of her neck, her eyes sharp behind round lenses. “Sorry, ma’am,” Shane murmured, rubbing his face with both hands. There was no arguing it. He snapped his book shut, slid it into his satchel along with his notes, and cinched the strap tight. His studies could wait until morning. Tonight, his mind was finished. He shrugged into his dusty brown leather jacket, smoothing it down out of habit, then slung the satchel over his shoulder and made his way toward the heavy front doors. Outside, the cold greeted him sharply. Winter had settled in earnest, the air biting and dry as it rushed over his face. His nose stung immediately, cheeks flushing red as he exhaled into his cupped hands. The street was quiet, save for the distant hum of an automobile somewhere far off. He lingered beneath the stone archway, shifting on his feet to keep warm, before stepping out onto the path. A cloud of smoke drifted across his vision. He coughed softly and turned his head, squinting into the gloom. For a moment, he thought it was just shadow pooled against the building. Then he saw the ember. A bright orange glow flared briefly, illuminating a cigarette between pale fingers. Shane blinked and did a double take, turning fully now as the rest of the figure resolved itself under the lamplight. The man stood half-hidden near the wall, tall and broad-shouldered, coat collar turned up against the cold. Curly, light-colored hair fell loosely across his forehead. Even in the dim light, his skin appeared unnaturally pale. Shane felt suddenly aware of himself. Of the emptiness of the street. Of the late hour. The man was…handsome. A shiver ran down Shane’s spine. He gestured awkwardly toward the cigarette. “I don’t think you’re meant to smoke here,” he said, voice hesitant despite knowing full well he was right. “Oh?” The reply was smooth, accented, foreign in a way that made Shane’s shoulders tense. “There’s a notice,” Shane added, pointing toward the sign affixed near the entrance. He nodded once, lips pressed thin, and quickly walked off without waiting for a response. The following night arrived without ceremony. Shane found himself once again leaving the library late, satchel heavier this time with completed work. The path ahead was lit by tall streetlamps, their bulbs flickering softly as he walked beneath them. The cold crept through his coat, sharp and persistent. But it wasn’t the cold that made him uneasy. It was the feeling. That unmistakable prickle along his spine, the sense of being watched. Of footsteps that weren’t quite there. He told himself it was foolish, just nerves and imagination, but he didn’t turn around. Then a voice spoke from behind him. “Are you going to ignore me forever?" The words were smooth, carrying a thick Russian drawl that slid down his spine like ice. The sound of it echoed faintly in the open street. Shane yelped, nearly jumping out of his skin as he spun around, bag slipping off his shoulder. “What the fuck—?!” he shouted.
- Language:
- English
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- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76932081
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mistletoe and new year kisses by Raverin2
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-01
Ilya's mad that he hasn't gotten to kiss his own husband under the mistletoe. Unbeknownst to him, that's by design because Shane has a surprise.
- Part 7 of 10 Days of Winter (Hollanov Discord)
- Part 9 of Heated Rivalry
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,153
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76842471