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you light my fire like a cigarette by no_ilya_thats_gross
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
26 Jun 2026
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“Please,” he says finally, voice breaking as he gives in. “Fuck, please, Rozanov, I’m gonna—”
Rozanov pulls all the way back, mouth releasing his cock with a noise that makes Shane’s hips rock up into nothing.
“Rozanov,” he begs again.
“Hmm?” Rozanov asks, kissing Shane’s shaking thigh gently. “You need something?”
“You— fuck— you said I could come,” Shane says, trying to keep the accusatory note out of his voice.
“Mhm. When you say my name, yes?”
“I did!” Shane insists, just a hint of a whine in his tone now. Rozanov smirks at him.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says. “My first name.”
OR:
Ilya does something a little different on tuna melt day.
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30 Jun 2026
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Tour de Force by kooksie
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
24 Mar 2026
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Shane had told his manager, verbatim, that he “trusts her judgment” to pick the opener for his first ever world tour.
Her “judgment” shows up to soundcheck with a parking ticket in his hand and a crimson hickey on his neck. Her “judgment” is Russian DJ, Ilya Rozanov.
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Bookmarked by RueElizabeth
19 Jun 2026
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His wellness check doesn’t come in the form of burly men with guns, demanding he put his hands up while they pin him to the wall and deem him a danger to himself or others. It comes in the form of a six foot even, doe-eyed boy in a Metros pullover, freshly showered hair still damp at the ends, and worry dotting his face like the freckles across his nose. He looks angry, too, like Ilya might still find himself against the nearest wall, and not in the fun way.
“What the fuck, Rozanov?”
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Ilya takes personal leave without telling anyone. Shane doesn’t need to ask him about it, but he knows what needs to be done.
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21 May 2026
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“Four months without a chance to fuck you. It is killing me.”
“What if…” Shane says. “I have an idea of something that could help. Since I don’t want you to die.”
Ilya grins wider than he means to. He catches it in his tiny frame on the corner of the screen, then fights the urge to cover his mouth like a little girl at his archrival - who he fucks regularly, and thinks about almost constantly - simply admitting he prefers him alive.
“What, you coming here? You have early game. Three hours to fly to and from Boston in the middle of the night, I don’t think it will work.”
“No. Remember in Nashville, when I told you I, um, have a thing?”
“More specific, Hollander.”
“I could use it. I could…pretend it’s you.”
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Several months after winning MVP in Las Vegas, Ilya fights constantly to keep Shane Hollander out of his mind. After leaving a failed first date, unsatisfied, he finally finds out what color Shane’s “thing” is.
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20 May 2026
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Ilya Rozanov’s opponents would describe him as a brutal savage with a dirty record, known for hitting after the bell’s gone off. Spectators would describe him as a cocky spitfire with the stats to back it up, dollar bills passed around like candy whenever he was in the cage. Commentators would describe him as a barreling force of nature with a promising legacy. Weighing in at a hundred and eighty-five pounds of raw muscle, he was the son of Grigori Rozanov, notorious Russian street fighter, and he pulled no punches, so to speak.
Shane would describe Ilya Rozanov as a fucking asshole with, admittedly, a pretty clean uppercut. Hardly any of the matches he’d watched him win had lasted the full five minutes.
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AU. Shane first introduces himself to Ilya Rozanov ten minutes before they’re slotted to beat the shit out of each other in front of a live audience. They go together like fire and gasoline.
Bookmarked by RueElizabeth
20 May 2026