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“Just for a while.” Shane breathed, his eyes unwavering and persistent. “I just - I just need a taste. I’ll be good, I promise.” He licked his lips and edged closer on his knees. “I’ve been waiting for you. Don’t I deserve a reward?” He’d never been one for propriety, but Ilya was quite sure that heat-drunk omegas who barged their way into homes and scandalized staff didn’t merit praise. But he’d never been one to deny Shane anything, so he relented anyway. -- Or: Shane goes into heat a month before the wedding and throws propriety out the window.
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takes a bit more by idioticthoughts
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-23
An alternate universe in which Shane brings Rose to Tampa. Ilya isn’t jealous. No, really. He’s not. Or, a bit of canon-divergence for the sake of some extra angst and dom/sub Hollanov.
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Every moment I'm callin', you should know that I'm all in by mickeysmyheart
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
Shane rolls his eyes. Ilya chuckles. He’s finished his pizza so he leans back in his chair, watching his boyfriend do his skin care. “You are lucky you are very cute,” Ilya tells him. Ilya loves the way Shane gets all shy and smiley when he compliments him. “You don’t have to watch me do my skin care,” Shane tells him as he uses some kind of rolling thing on his face. “No, but I want to see you and you are doing skin care so I watch you do it,” Ilya says. “But you have too many steps,” he adds after seeing the cute blush on Shane’s face. OR Ilya FaceTimes Shane one night and catches him in the middle of his skin care routine where he decides to tease Ilya during it.
- Part 1 of Pleasing: The Series
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Shane and Ilya came out as a couple and started playing for the same team. They get to travel together now. Ilya wants to have some fun, and Shane can't say no to his boyfriend. That's how he ends up with a plug in his ass on an airplane surrounded by teammates.
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Strip It Down by inexplicablymine
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
Ilya can’t believe his eyes. There is a huge twenty-foot-tall photo of his— of Shane Hollander in a pair of Calvin Klein briefs giving the camera his “come fuck me” look. Or, Shane does a Calvin Klein campaign, Ilya has feelings about it.
- Part 1 of #MyCalvins
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yeshche odin by EverythingsAvengers
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
Jane: Did I do something wrong? Please, Shane thinks, blinking rapidly. Tell me so I won’t do it again. (Or: the one where Shane drops and Ilya does something about it.)
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look how far we’ve come, my baby by omis
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
It’s worse these days—his reaction to Shane looking at him or being in his presence. Ilya thinks it’s just his body’s natural reaction to Shane, but recently Shane's hair has been littered with graying strands and Ilya finds it harder and harder not to drop to his knees every time Shane enters a room. - Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander love each other, love their daughter, and thank all heavens that Svetlana Vetrova is in their lives.
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Inhale. Exhale. Inhale— He smells it, then. Thick and acrid, staining the back of his tongue in the taste of second-hand smoke. His eyes open, watering as he hacks a deep-seated cough. He scans the rooftop, wondering what the fuck is on fire when he sees him—cast in shadows, face half illuminated from the glow of the city below them and a cigarette dangling from his plush mouth. Ilya Rozanov. OR: the Christmas Party fic
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How to train your boyfriend in one week, guaranteed.
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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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Ilya's hands are in his hair, his teeth on on his lip
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“So,” Ilya says, dragging the word out. He’s swiping at non-existent crumbs on the counter, avoiding his eyes. “You have dinner at parents on Christmas, yes?” “Yeah.” Ilya nods. “I can house-sit while you are away. Make place pretty, if you have decorations. Make it less boring.” Shane’s eyebrows fly up. “What? You don’t want to come with?” Finally, Ilya looks up at him. Hesitantly, he asks, “You want me to come with?” Frowning, Shane says, “I– yeah. Yeah, of course. You think I invited you here just so you could spend Christmas alone?” Looking away, Ilya shrugs. “I am intruder here, Hollander. You have family. I do not. Makes situation… difficult, maybe. You forget the world thinks we are rivals.” “Not difficult,” Shane says immediately. “You want to come, you’re coming.” Or: Ilya's in Montreal alone during the week leading up to the Winter Classic. Shane doesn't let him spend Christmas alone.
- Part 4 of cjo + hr
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i'm grateful to you for letting me lose by bluerosebouquet
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-18
He wanted to bury his face in the juncture between his neck and shoulder, to breathe in the smell of him, to touch his skin and give him everything that he could. He wanted to give to him until there was nothing left, until Shane had disappeared into him forever. “Look at me,” Ilya’s voice was quiet, but Shane obeyed immediately, his eyes fuzzy at the corners, “How are you feeling?” Shane intended to lie. There was no reason to complicate things with hard truths that not even he understood. Instead, his lip wobbled, and he found that he couldn’t say anything at all. “Ah,” Ilya made a noise that sounded nearly as devastated as Shane felt, and put a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him forward. Shane went easily, his forehead pressing into Ilya’s shoulder, and breathing deeply through his nose, trying not to cry. Or, Shane drops after leaving Ilya's house.
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I just binged the book and the show and I thought Shane should cry while being called a slut, have this
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coming undone, sweetheart by lizee
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-16
“Hollander,” Ilya said, voice a low growl, “you, fuck, you smell so...why would you come here? Like this?” Ilya was gripping his arms and Shane nearly let out a whine at the contact. He almost forgot how much he craved touch, how good it felt to be touched by him. Almost. Fuck, Ilya smelled so good. He closed his eyes again and inhaled, resisting the urge to touch his forehead to Ilya’s. To strip right here and let everyone in this club watch as Ilya took him, fucked him right here when he’s wet and willing and wanting. “Like what?” he forced out, realizing he needed to give a response. “Like you’re in fucking heat, Hollander,” Ilya hissed through his teeth, pressing a hand into Shane’s chest and pushing him a little. Or, the club scene from episode 4 but omegaverse.
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Ilya picks up on the third ring, breathing heavily into the phone. Shane hears a door slam shut through the device. “Do not yell at me.”
Shane stares at the half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table. “You suck.”
“I suck? I scored hat-trick! In your stupid body! I have not eaten in six hours, Hollander. I have not pissed. I have not laid down. I want to go home.”
“Rozanov–”
“Your mother has called twenty times. Your manager has called thirty times. Your father text me picture of crossword puzzle and ask for help. Clue is about American President from the 1980s. I cannot help!”
OR: the hollanov bodyswap fic.
- Part 3 of cjo + hr
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"Please," Shane moaned, moving his hips in a circular motion. "Please make me—" He was cut off when Ilya’s hand squeezed his throat, Shane’s head starting to rush sending pleasure in between his thighs. "What'd I tell you last time, Shane?" "That you make the rules." Shane whined. "That I make the rules," He repeated softly. "So you take what I give you with a 'thank you' and you don't ask for more." Days after the birthday dilemma, Shane was feeling a bit mischievous. He hadn’t had the birthday sex he wanted, his boyfriend was currently keeping him at arms length, and he was sure he could break through Ilya’s tough exterior. No matter how stubborn and unrelenting Ilya could be, Shane would always be one thousand times worse. Currently sitting at the dining table, Ilya had a book in his hands and glasses on his face— glasses that had Shane dreaming of very dirty things. Walking behind him, Shane wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, resting his chin on his shoulder. “What’re you doing?” “Reading.” “What’re you reading?” “A book.” A puff of air left Shane at Ilya’s dry tone, and a small smile lifted his lips when a plan to break him came to mind. Shifting his body just slightly, Shane slowly trailed his right hand down his boyfriend’s chest, making sure his fingers slid under the holes of his button down, his short nails slightly scratching at the skin before making their way to the top of his jeans. Unaffected—or trying to be—Ilya stayed silent, continuing to read. “Put that book down,” Shane said softly into Ilya’s ear, his teeth nipping at the shell of it. “I promise…I’m far more interesting.” “I doubt that.” Unwavering, Shane continued his torment. Using his left hand, he grabbed onto Ilya’s jaw, tilting it to the left so that his neck was exposed. It was rare that Shane took charge like this, often leaving it all up to Ilya to control. Shane was so independent in his life. His meals, his workout, his entire career was picked apart and planned to its last minute. So when he had sex—correction. When sex happened with Ilya, Shane would often let him take the lead, enjoying the ability to let go. To not have to think about what to do, how to react. He could just feel and take and be in the moment. Some would call this submissive, but Shane just viewed it as his lifestyle. Pressing a soft kiss behind his ear, Shane began trailing identical ones down, lining the column of his throat with open mouthed, hot kisses. Stopping at a particular spot he knew would work on Ilya, Shane began sucking the skin greedily, his other hand still rubbing his boyfriend’s chest, his fingers rifling up Ilya’s button down so it no longer tucked into his pants. “How about now?” Shane murmured. “Is that book still interesting?” It took a beat before Ilya could respond. When he did, his breath hitched just slightly in his throat but Shane immediately caught onto that, smirking against his skin. “Y-es.” “I see…” Shane said, feigning a sigh. “It’s too bad. I was going to let you sit in that chair all pretty while I did all the work. But if you’d still like to read…well, I guess I can’t stop you.” “Your hand is still on my dick.” “Is it?” Shane asked, pretending to be shocked. “Oh my—what’s that doing there?” It was even rarer that Shane could control their play for this long, usually Ilya would take the reins by now and press him against the nearest surface, fucking Shane stupid. Instead of removing his hand, however, Shane palmed the front of Ilya’s pants, feeling him grow harder with every touch. He smiled wide, exhilarated at the prospect that he was the one to make Ilya feel this way. A thud sounded before a hand had gripped Shane’s, pausing his movements on his dick. Shane, just slightly alarmed, looked down at his boyfriend to see that his book was gone from his hand and instead, his expression was replaced with something heeded. Something dark. Something that dug deep into Shane’s stomach, burning him from the inside out. Easily, Ilya had twisted his body and grabbed onto Shane’s waist, manhandling him so that he was standing in between his legs. A breath left Shane as he placed his hands on Ilya’s shoulders for stability, staring down into his boyfriend’s eyes. He watched him thoughtfully. Red dusted Ilya’s cheeks, his eyes glazed over deliciously, and his neck covered in hickey’s that left Shane feeling very satisfied. Instead of backing down, Shane took one hand off of Ilya’s shoulder, using it to grab his boyfriend’s jaw again and lift it up so that Ilya was forced into whatever position Shane wanted him to be in. Leaning down, Shane gently pulled off Ilya’s glasses, setting them on the table behind him before capturing his lips in a soft kiss.
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Jane: Let’s Play 8Ball! Lily: what the fuck is this Jane: It’s a text game Jane: You have to download the app Lily: and y r u sending it 2 me Jane: It’s not a big deal “lily” Jane: Play or don’t play, see if I care
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take the crown, shut it down, 'bout to steal the show by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-14
Shane doesn't even have to look up to know that Ilya is grinning, a feral, vicious thing as he knots his fingers in Shane's hair and tugs, just hard enough for Shane to let out a whine. The dull ache reverberates down his nerves, as he opens his mouth and pants, sucking down lungful after lungful of Ilya's sweat and musk, salt straight from his skin as he noses at the hem of his shirt.
“Is good, we won,” Ilya murmurs, stroking his hand through Shane's hair. “Have been wanting to show—have been wanting to give prize.” He pauses, and Shane knows his next words are going to be a cruel gift, a dagger of lust straight between his ribs. “And Hollander has been eager to show off, yes? Three goals,”—he whistles, low and mocking as Shane shifts at his feet, his ears burning as Ilya cups the back of his head, scratching blunt nails over his scalp—“is like he needed to prove how bad he wants.”
OR: Ottawa wins the Stanley Cup. Everyone gets a reward.
- Part 4 of heated rivalry masterlist
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i’ve got one foot in the golden life, one foot in the gutter by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-13
“You broke up with her,” Ilya says, arms loosening against his chest.
“No, she, uh—” Shane ducks his head, avoiding Ilya’s eyes. “We slept together. And she kind of … she didn’t confront me, I guess. But she talked to me. Kind of hinted that she thought I might not be…”
“Into girls?” Ilya finishes for him.
“Something like that.”
“You denied it?”
“No, I— I told her. About me. About—us,” Shane’s head snaps up, a hand lifted in Ilya’s direction. “Not about us, us. That I’d been sleeping with someone. Another player. I didn’t tell her about you.”
OR: Shane comes out to Rose and runs toward the safest pair of arms he knows: Ilya’s.
- Part 2 of cjo + hr
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