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take what i want (and i want you) by velvetkiwi
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-01
"I want to not be me for a while. I want to reach a point where my 'yes' doesn't matter because you’ve already decided for me." Shane Hollander is tired. Tired of the 'Golden Boy' mantle, tired of the Captain’s "C," and tired of being the one in control of every single detail. He doesn't just want a night off; he wants to be dismantled. He leaves the back door of his cottage unlocked as a silent invitation for a thief to take what he's no longer willing to carry. And Ilya Rozanov is more than happy to steal the one thing Shane has never been able to give up: his autonomy.
- Part 1 of My Strange Addiction
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- #82088106
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Bridgeford is a small, quiet town. Too dull to hold someone like Ilya, a restless young alpha always chasing something sharper, faster, louder. Too suffocating for Shane, an omega who’s spent too long under watchful eyes, tired of being seen as a social case just because he's an omega.
One last summer. That's all they both have to live through before they're both off to the big city. That was the plan.
Until fate pulls a few strings, and suddenly, two complete strangers feel drawn to each other in all the wrong ways.
OR: a modern, dramatic fairytale of two soulmates finding each other
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- 41,362
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- 7/?
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- AO3:
- #81608996
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A look at the year that Ilya still played for Boston, except they explicitly state their dom/sub relationship, and explore that dynamic (and kink) together.
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When they first started, it was by accident. Ilya followed Shane’s lead; he read his body and responded with his own. Shane liked to be on his knees for Ilya, and Ilya liked to keep him there.
The first time it went wrong. Shane thought it was his fault. It wasn’t.
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Now with 10k-word SMUTTY EPILOGUE
- Part 1 of Bellboy
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- 63,639
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- 15/15
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- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #78253961
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“I am not scared,” he lies. Each word is soft but crisply enunciated so Shane can't miss them. “Do you want me scared?”
“Obviously not,” Shane snaps at him. He gestures toward Ilya's waist, toward the slim outline of what he had clocked as a folding knife the second Ilya started carrying it, and adds, “but I know you're not just ‘happy to see me.’ I want the truth, I need to hear that-” he chokes over his words, his lips moving too quickly for his brain to keep up. “Please, be honest with me, for once.”
For a long, silent moment, Ilya just stares at him, grinding his teeth behind a placid expression as if Shane can't tell.
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Shane and Ilya talk about their feelings, kind of.
- Part 3 of kill me (romantically)
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- #81852981
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“No, no. Answer. Tell me. How’s it feel to be a fucking winner, and then to bend over and take my cock? You feel like a winner, Hollander? Do you feel like a winner now?” Ilya hisses. He’s being cruel. There is no choice, he just is, no matter how much he hates it. It doesn’t help anything. He can’t stop it.
“Yes,” Shane hisses. “Fuck, yes. I’m a fucking winner,” he gasps.
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Ilya takes Sasha up on his offer to do cocaine during the 2014 Sochi Olympics, and then he fucks Shane instead of dealing with his feelings.
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- #81851801
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Scott took his sunglasses from the side pocket of his backpack and put them on. His phone vibrated. He pulled it out and there it was: a picture of Kip and Elena from across the street. Kip smiling, Elena pouting. Below it, the caption: "Please don't die crossing this sea of people."
Scott laughed to himself, put the phone away, and pushed the door open.
The screams of excitement crashed over Scott like a wave. Fans crowded the sides of the path, many with tears in their eyes, others with their arms reaching over the metal barricades, everyone wanting a piece of that night. Happy shouts celebrating the victory, hoarse voices declaring their love for the team, words of pride and admiration. Scott smiled slightly, giving a general wave as he walked, sharing looks of gratitude to both sides – until the smile froze on his face.
"THEY TURNED HOCKEY GAY?! SERIOUSLY?! FUCK YOU, HUNTER!"
The voice cut through the air like a blade. Scott swallowed hard, his eyes finding a compact group on the other side of the metal barricades. Not happy at all. Men, mostly, their expressions twisted with hate, being held back by the police officers doing security.
"HOPE YOU DIE, YOU FAGGOT!"
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“I guess your wish came true.” Shane looked at his younger self, and then at Ilya. “What wish?” Hollander asked, halting his fidgeting to pay attention to Shane. “I wished for two of you. If you cannot tell, I am a very greedy man.” Ilya emphasized his words by playfully pinching at Hollander’s ass, his other hand coming out to squeeze Shane’s thigh. - Or the one where Ilya randomly meets a witch and decides to jokingly wish for two Shane's at the same time. When its granted, he very happily indulges.
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he wants to be good for ilya, he always does, but right now, he has a part to play. and when ilya gets that dark, disapproving look in his eyes as shane disobeys, he's reminded precisely why he had thought up this particular scenario in the first place. he wants ilya to take what he wants, regardless of what shane wants. he wants ilya to force him, to not listen to him, to chase his own pleasure without any regard for shane's. and he knows ilya is getting very, very close to doing just that. (or: shane wants a break and enter roleplay, and ilya is all too happy to oblige. featuring cnc, primal play, and all things rough, wet, and messy.)
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- AO3:
- #81647211
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Remind Me You Were Here by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-17
There’s a bruise on Shane’s hip that shouldn’t mean anything.
He finds himself wishing it did.
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- AO3:
- #81391311
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Hayden just wanted to surprise Shane with a guy’s night in. Shane had been flat lately, and he and JJ thought it would be nice to distract him with friendship.
How they ended up stuck in a fucking closet watching Shane get dicked down harder than anyone in the history of the world has ever been dicked down, Hayden would never quite understand.- Language:
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- #81188126
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shed some light on me, please by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-11
Shane thinks he might kill his boyfriend. Because it is February 14th, and Ilya Rozanov is standing in his kitchen like he belongs there. - Shane's boyfriend works too hard, and feels bad about it. Good thing he has a friend to keep his boyfriend company whilst he's gone.
- Part 1 of moth to a flame
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- 1/1
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- AO3:
- #81021466
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Restless For Your Touch by alex_q111
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-03
Ilya slithers a hand to the hollow of Shane’s throat, resting it there. “Everything?” he repeats. “Yes, sir.” or Shane and Ilya’s little date by a pool table turns into a heated collision of desire and control.
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- AO3:
- #80522176
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strange days are here again by hollanov_1410
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-25
Ilya rubbed at his face with both hands, trying to knead the heaviness away. It didn’t budge. Probably just caught something from the kids, he thought to himself. Some kind of virus. Except he'd been feeling like this for weeks now. Maybe longer. It was hard to tell. The days blurred when you were tired, and he’d been tired for longer than he wanted to admit. Maybe it was something still lingering in his system. That happened sometimes, right? Viruses could hang around. He'd read that somewhere. Post-viral fatigue. Yeah. That was probably it. Some dormant virus still working its way out of him. Or, Ilya and Shane are married with kids, living the life they fought for. But Ilya's depression is rearing its ugly head again.
- Part 8 of Our House
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- #80202636
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Shane’s preferences are simple: older, rougher, married men who lie to their wives and gone before morning.
Ilya Rozanov is nineteen, Russian, and already moving into his dorm.
Cue in covert hookups, stupidly questionable life choices, and a rookie who stares at Shane like he’s a particularly fascinating bug under a microscope.
Now he has to explain why he keeps getting texts from "Mr. Chicago" while trying to teach this kid how to use the campus laundry without melting his sweaters.
Campus life promised new experiences. It failed to mention the experience of being psychologically dissected over instant ramen by a stupidly handsome blond Russian who hasn't blinked in seven minutes.
This fic is finished! You can binge-read it now 😁
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- #77726161
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"What I’m trying to say is, I want you to fuck me and I want to say no. And I, I want you to do it anyway.” Ilya’s mouth opened and his eyes widened in understanding. “Oh Mr. Pervert, what a thing to say. Tell me more.” Or: All Shane wants is for Ilya to overpower him. It's hard to ask, and even harder to receive what you ask for. But it's worth it in the end.
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- #79310556
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“I’m right here. And you are okay, and you are safe, and healthy, and you are at home, yes? It is quiet, and nobody is there, nobody is bothering you. And the world is full of stupid idiots, but you are not one of them. And I am here. When you need me, I am here.” --------- or: The whole world thinks Shane is gay because of some stupid internet rumors, and he doesn't even have to confirm it. He's losing control of his entire life and he needs somewhere to put what little he does have. Ilya has open hands.
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- #79024196
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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
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- 1
- AO3:
- #77013786
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A Simple Question; A Solid Truth by loveleclerc
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-31
A soulmate. It was what all alphas, betas, and omegas had searched for since the creation of their kind. It was a time that came for every and all beings of full maturity that could speak, run, feel, breathe, hunt, and fuck. And now, it was Shane's turn. He would embark to find his mate like all others who had come before him, consummate the mating bond, and begin the next chapter of his life with the missing piece of his fractured soul—an alpha of his very own. A Hollanov primal A/B/O AU fueled by instincts, mating traditions, and soulmate bonds.
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- English
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- 4/4
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- 1
- AO3:
- #78394751
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“You have no idea who your parents really are, do you?” the Russian asked seriously after a few minutes passed of them staring at one another, though it was really more Shane glaring and heaving while Ilya calmly observed him with an unsure glint in his eye. “I have no idea what I’m doing here and what you want with them. If this is some kind of stupid business dispute, I have bad news for you, asshole. I don't know about their business, I don’t even know what their business is, and I’ve never been involved in their business,” Shane seethed as slowly as he possibly could so Ilya could understand that he genuinely had no idea of what was going on. “Now will you please untie me and take me home? I don’t even care if you knock me out again, just fucking let me go!” Ilya set the glass down to the side of him on the black leather cushion and rose from his seat, unfolding gracefully until he was towering over Shane with cool indifference. He bent slightly, leaned in close enough to Shane’s face that he could smell the vodka the Russian man had been drinking, then said easily, “I think I will keep you, actually.”
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- AO3:
- #76598631
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It's the Metros' season; Shane knows it. And no matter how many hits he takes, Shane's always been good at getting back on the ice.
Letting Ilya Rozanov touch his bruised body when he comes off the ice doesn't change anything. It can't; Shane knows that, too.
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- English
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- 2/6
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- 1
- AO3:
- #76421561