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Love Me Harder by innerslumber
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-01-26
Ilya Rozanov is leaving behind Russia and going to Canada. Lucky for him, he gets to stay with a new family. But once he meets Shane Hollander, sparks fly and he starts suspecting that Shane is more than what he seems. AKA: And They Were Alpha/Omega Roommates!
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- English
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- 48,000
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- 9/9
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76038866
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Ruined Dreams and New Beginnings by AmoureusedeRimbaud
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-18
Shane Hollander’s life is over. No more fame, no more hockey, no more fans. When Shane awakens latent omega tendencies and triggers a breakthrough heat, Shane has to learn what it means to be, not just an omega, but an omega with Ilya Rozanov as his alpha.
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- English
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- 3,529
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77892711
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You Fight So Dirty (But You Love So Sweet) by f4nt45ywh0r3
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-14
The Ottawa Centaurs play the Montreal Voyaguers for the first time since Shane transferred teams. It isn't a warm welcome, and Ilya takes the disrespect to Shane personally, ending up being ejected from the game. Later that night, Ilya shows Shane that even though he fights dirty, he can love so sweet.
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- English
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- 2,055
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77651031
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Shane forgets to take his heat suppressants before the Montreal v. Boston game. He goes to Ilya’s house after the game, and Ilya takes care of him.
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- AO3:
- #77472091
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You Want to be Good, but You’re Begging Me to Cum by f4nt45ywh0r3
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-11
Shane just wants to be fucked, but Ilya is playing hard-to-get. Shane watched Ilya in the mirror as he added weight to the bench press in his home gym. “Something wrong?” Ilya questioned as he continued to add more weight. “You’re definitely going to need a spotter,” Shane said as he continued his weighted squats. Ilya smiled brightly, “That is what my loving boyfriend is for, yes?” Shane blushed. He lived for moments like this. The Voyaguers played in Boston last night, and Shane got to spend the night. Even better, they had a few days off from practice, so he stayed behind in Boston. Ilya lay back on the bench and looked to Shane expectantly. He put down his weights and walked over to the bench. “I’d be much more willing to do this if my loving boyfriend, perhaps, wasn’t wearing a shirt?” “You would do it anyway,” Ilya rolled his eyes as he pulled off his shirt, “Pants too?” It was Shane’s turn to roll his eyes now, “I guess you can keep those on.” Shane spotted Ilya as he did an insane number of reps, only being occasionally distracted by the noises he made when exerting himself. Shane couldn’t help that his cock began to stiffen in his pants. He knew if Ilya noticed, he’d never hear the end of it. By the end of Ilya’s third set, Shane’s cock was fully erect, and his ass was slick. He knew Ilya could scent it, but when he got up, he just gave Shane a quick peck on the lips and started taking the weights off the bar. Shane was livid and felt rejected. Many times, Ilya had bent Shane over the gym equipment and fucked him from behind so they could both watch in the wall of mirrors. Either of the home gyms was honestly their favorite place to fuck because it meant they could both watch. Dumbfounded, Shane just stood, trying to hold himself together, while Ilya continued with the next exercise in his chest routine. “Don’t stop on my account, Hollander,” Ilya said as he began doing chest dips. He looked sinful, covered in sweat, muscles bulging, and the sounds he made were… it was all very distracting. Two could play at this game. Shane abandoned his leg day routine and transitioned to every exercise he could think of that would show off his pert ass. He went through a whole process of Romanian deadlifts, good mornings, weighted sumo squats, and goblet squats. Every ass-building exercise in his arsenal was put to use. Ilya didn’t seem to notice, and that pissed Shane off even more. He couldn’t take it anymore. Abruptly, he dropped the dumbbells he was working with and wiped them down, racking them. He quickly wiped down all of the other equipment he had used and headed upstairs. As he marched up the stairs, he held his breath waiting to hear Ilya’s following footsteps. He heard nothing. Ilya was usually so responsive to him. It’s not like Shane was in heat; he suppressed his heats during the season. He had only allowed his first heat to happen last summer when Ilya decided to extend his stay at the cottage after they came out to his parents. It was... intense. The doctors had warned him that suppressing his heats for so long, nearly 15 years, would make the first few more fierce and possibly more frequent. He couldn’t not suppress them, though, an omega in the NHL probably wouldn’t go over well. Especially since he was supposed to be the alpha of the Voyaguers as captain. Thinking about the time they spent together during his heat, Shane’s cock throbbed, and he felt so empty. He decided a cold shower would take care of his problem. He didn’t even want to jack off, not when Ilya could be—should be—taking care of him. Shane used the en suite bathroom, walking through Ilya’s bedroom to get there. He reminisced on the time Ilya had built him a nest when he had forgotten to take his suppressants before a game one time. The cold shower did nothing to pacify his arousal. When he turned the shower off and opened the door to grab his towel, he noticed Ilya standing in the doorway, naked. His arms were crossed, and he was still sweaty from working out. His cock was fully erect, pointing at Shane. A lock of golden brown curly hair fell in front of his eyes. He looked like a Greek fucking God. If there were a male Greek God of Fucking, it would be Ilya. Shane maintained eye contact with Ilya as he dried his body, slowly, sensually. When he was done, Ilya held his hand out to Shane. He immediately took it. Ilya walked them into the bedroom and pinned Shane against the wall. Their cocks rubbed together, and Shane moaned at the touch. Ilya took Shane’s jaw between his thumb and forefinger, tipping his gaze to meet his, “If you want me to fuck you, my sweet omega, all you have to do is ask nicely.” Shane’s cheeks blushed pink, and he nodded as he pulled Ilya’s lips down to his, pushing to his toes to compensate for his height. This kiss was different than the one they shared in the gym—it was hot and needy and messy and just so raw.
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- English
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77475021
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”What is this?” “License to Live. My mom and I watched it a lot when I was a kid.” “Ah. So is boring movie?” ”Fuck you.” Shane threw a piece of popcorn at him. Ilya caught it with his mouth, moving to take the entire bowl from his hands instead. “Why is he in hospital? What happened?” He suddenly demanded, furrowing his eyebrows at the screen. “Car accident,” Shane responded flatly after a few moments. A few seconds of silence passed by them. “In Russia, she would have hit him for leaving bed.” Ilya suddenly said, crunching on a piece of popcorn loudly. Shane pressed a cold can of coke to his leg. “Shut up, I’m trying to watch the movie,” He said, throwing him a quick glare before reaching over to grab the blanket off the end of the couch. ______________ 4 times Hollanov talked too much during movies and 1 time they didn’t.
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- AO3:
- #77482831
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“I’m coming to the cottage,” Shane heard when he answered his phone. He was momentarily stunned, he hadn’t expected Ilya to bring it up again himself, let alone say yes so easily. “Shane, are you there? Or ehm, if you don’t want me to come anymore, that’s okay too,” he heard Ilya stammer. “No!” Shane exclaimed quickly. “I definitely want you to come!” “Oh, thank goodness, for a minute I thought I’d made a fool of myself, because you didn’t remember even asking me or something. You did seem pretty high when you did.” Shane laughed at that. “I was very high, but not just on the meds,” he said. “Well Mr. Hollander, are you flirting with me?” Ilya exclaimed and then he giggled. He actually giggled and the sound made Shane feel weak in the knees. “What if I am?” he breathed out. “You have lot of talk,” Ilya replied, and Shane could almost hear him smirking. “Maybe you should put your hands where your mouth is!” Shane barked out a laugh. “What?” Ilya asked, confused. “Is that not the saying?” “It’s ‘Put your money where your mouth is’,” Shane replied, laughing. Or where Ilya comes to the cottage, but is he ready for the secrets Shane has been keeping?
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- English
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- 18,614
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77080816
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Vetiver and Patchouli by Nituaii
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-01-09
God. What the fuck had just happened. Shane pressed his head between his knees, the joints tight against his ears as he squeezed his thighs together, putting pressure on his head between his legs. Sometimes, that helped him calm down. But the scent of Rozanov, the phantom touch still lingering against his skin... ... the bite mark throbbing at the back of his neck. Or: After that fateful night in Vegas, Shane is left with a huge problem. A massive problem at the centre of his neck. || A/N: For people worried about the Rape/Non-Con tag. It's ONLY about the Non- Consentual Claiming bite, and them fucking while Ilya is drunk (which is only mentioned, not explicitly written). NOTHING else in that regard happens.
- Part 4 of
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- English
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- 10,505
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77288821
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Shane knows something is wrong before the game even ends—his Heat rising fast and uncontrollable. Ilya gets him home just in time, knots him deep, and refuses to let him face it alone. The roar of the crowd faded as Shane Hollander skated off the ice. The ache in his muscles was nothing compared to the heat building beneath his skin. He had been off tonight— missing shots he could normally make with his eyes closed. His movements felt sluggish, unfocused, his body refusing to respond like it usually did. He could feel Ilya’s gaze on him before he even looked up, that intense blue stare sharp and searching. “You alright, Shane?” Ilya asked, skating up beside him. Shane forced a smile, stiff and brittle. “Yeah. Just… off tonight. Bad luck, I guess.” It was a lie, and they both knew it. The Centaurs still won, but the victory felt hollow. As soon as the buzzer sounded, Shane peeled away and headed for the locker room, desperate to escape Ilya’s attention. The noise, the lights, the closeness of too many bodies—it pressed in on him. He showered quickly. Hot water did nothing to ease the burn coiling tighter inside him. By the time he dressed, his hands were shaking. He kept his head down, avoided eye contact, focused on breathing through the growing discomfort. He was already in the passenger seat when Ilya finally appeared, damp hair pushed back, concern on his face. Ilya slid in beside him, the door shutting with a heavy thud. The familiar scent of his cologne filled the car, grounding and overwhelming. “Shane, what the fuck is going on?” Ilya’s voice was low, edged with steel. Shane swallowed hard. The truth spilled out before he could stop it. “I think… I think my Heat is starting soon.” The words hung between them. “Shit,” Ilya breathed. He turned the key, the engine roaring to life. “We need to get you home.” When the first cramp hit, it wasn’t just pain—it was his body pulling inward, desperate, needy, demanding. His cock twitched uselessly in his pants, half-hard and oversensitive, while slick soaked his underwear. “Ilya—” A hand landed on his thigh, warm and steady. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I’m driving as fast as I can.” The heat surged, relentless. Shane shifted, slick gathering where he couldn’t ignore it. Every bump in the road sent spikes of sensation through him. He whimpered, squirming, trying to find a comfortable position. There was none. The pressure built like a tide threatening to drown him. He broke. His hand slid down, rubbing himself through his pants, desperate for any relief. Friction was a small mercy, a brief distraction from the fire inside him. He arched his back, breath ragged. “Ilya… I need you, please.” Ilya didn’t hesitate. The car sped up, the world outside blurring as Shane’s breathing grew shallow. He could feel the heat radiating off him, thick and real. At home, Ilya killed the engine and helped him out of the car. Shane barely made it inside before collapsing against him, burying his face in Ilya’s neck. “Ilya,” he whimpered. “It hurts so bad.” “It’s alright, sweetheart,” Ilya murmured. “I’ll give you what you need.” He scooped Shane up in his arms, carrying him bridal style. Shane clung to him, trembling. Upstairs, he laid him on the bed. Clothes were stripped away quickly, every touch paired with soft kisses and whispered praise. “So beautiful,” Ilya murmured, over and over. He ran a hand through Shane’s hair, fingers tangling in the damp strands, kissing his forehead, cheeks, neck—each touch setting off new heat. Shane moaned, hips bucking. He was already leaking onto the sheets, need pouring out uncontrollably. He reached for Ilya, fingers clawing at his back. Ilya’s fingers brushed lower. He traced Shane’s hip, sending shivers down him. He dipped a finger into Shane’s slick, and Shane gasped. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Sweetheart, you’re leaking so much. This is all for me, isn’t it?” Shane nodded, unable to speak. He reached for Ilya, pulling him closer. He needed him, craved him. Ilya leaned down, kissing him deeply. He pulled back, eyes blazing with desire that matched Shane’s. “Taste yourself, Hollander.” Shane obeyed, coating his fingers with his own slick, bringing them to his mouth, sucking greedily. The taste was intoxicating, a mix of arousal and desperation. He closed his eyes, savoring it. “So fucking good for me,” Ilya rasped. He moved to the bedroom drawer, returning with nipple clamps and a dildo. Shane’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement. He knew
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- AO3:
- #77327126
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Shane goes into a planned heat at the cottage.
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- English
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- 1,912
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- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77331916
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Shane's suppressants fail mid-game and his secret comes out. He's an omega, and not only that, he's been with Ilya Rozanov for a decade and is now bonded permanently. Shane loses his team but gains everything he never let himself want: a public relationship, a baby, and a life that's messy and real and his.
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- English
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- 3,628
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- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77314096
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Going home to his summer cottage after the season ends to deal with his heats alone. Somewhere along the way Ilya caught wind of Shane's scent and now has to go see him at the cottage.
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- English
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- 3,535
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77191011
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For as long as Shane can remember, he wanted to play hockey. Nothing will stop him, and since there are no omegas in hockey, no one can know about Shane. Not even Ilya Rozanov, the first alpha who ever manages to get through Shane’s carefully crafted defenses. With a fucking water bottle, of all things.
- Language:
- English
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- 7,368
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77018846
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that body of yours is absurd by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-28
Ilya learns Shane is insecure about how his body has changed during his pregnancy, and does his best to fix that
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- English
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- 2,379
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- 1/1
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- AO3:
- #76564486
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wrap me up in your love (just don't let me fall) by writerbri
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
"Someone did this to me." Ilya can only nod, knowing that there's not much else to say. What comfort can he offer, when he can only imagine the turmoil that Shane must feel? "You're safe now," he offers, hoping that it can offer some measure of solace. Shane's eyes flit back to him, wide and swallowed up by a tangle of emotions. "I always was," he says, his voice hushed. "You were there." • • • • • Shane is drugged by heat inducers at the club, and Ilya is there to help him through it.
- Part 1 of Eye of the Storm
- Language:
- English
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- 12,072
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- 1/1
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- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #76548966
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“So you come to me?” Ilya stepped toward Shane, “Did you let yourself into my home because in this city I’m the only tether you have to normalcy? Or because you want my knot?” Ilya stood in front of Shane, one hand under his shirt on his hip squeezing softly, the other hand against his face, his finger tips gently sliding through his hair. Shane leaned his head into Ilya’s hand. “I don’t know.” Shane felt the first tear slip down the side of his nose. He didn’t want to cry but his body felt so disconnected. or; shane starts his heat and boston gets snowed out, at least he knows a guy in the city to crash with
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- AO3:
- #76446631
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An A/B/O secret nesting fic. The 5 times Shane steals clothes from Ilya and the 1 time he gets caught, plus his reaction. Inspired by the staircase scene where Shane is holding onto Ilya's hoodie :)
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- 7,158
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- AO3:
- #76354131
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The look in Ilya’s eyes was undeniable. They had spent years dancing around each other, denying and pushing and turning away, but Shane was tired of it. He was tired of hiding, tired of pretending he only wanted Ilya in the dark, in hotel rooms and rushed nights and stolen moments. Maybe it was the heat talking, or maybe it was his exhausted heart giving way under the pressure of Ilya’s warm eyes. Shane invites Ilya to the cottage to share his first heat together, and repressed feelings bubble to the surface. Can be read as a standalone!
- Part 2 of HARD (hollanov omegaverse)
- Language:
- English
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- 5,650
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- 1/1
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76289716
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When Silence Starts Speaking by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-20
Plagued with the issues of his family past and present, Ilya Rozanov finds himself in the media's eyes for all the wrong reasons recently with no end in sight. When the team decides enough is enough with the drinking and whoring, Ilya is suddenly faced with a new issue to tackle—team omega Shane Hollander. Shane is up for the task of getting the Russian alpha under control for the season, but are they both up for the unexpected heated connection between them that follows?
Note: Does contain spoilers for books 2 and 6 of the Game Changers series (Shane & Ilya's stories)
- Language:
- English
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- 40,928
- Chapters:
- 11/11
- Files:
- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #75530136
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dirty little secret by contrapposto
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
“Oh, Hollander,” Ilya sighed, cradling Shane’s face, thumbs gently stroking his freckled cheeks. “You are omega.” It wasn’t a question. Shane nodded pathetically, breathing heavily. “And you are in heat, yes?” One curious hand trailed down, squeezing hard. Biting back a moan at the slick pooling in his boxers, Shane nodded. “I forgot my suppressants,” he said, breathless. “I— I usually just take suppressants all season and then… deal with it myself the rest of the time. But I guess I forgot to pack them. I don’t know what to do.” --- Ilya helps Shane through an unexpected heat.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 3,230
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #75903826
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