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The world did not work like this, with him under Rozanov, with Rozanov fucking him for the first time in his life and then again and again and again. It did not work like hiding his whole life, the important parts of it, from his parents. But also, it did. And fuck if Shane was going to give it all up because he was scared.
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15 Jun 2026
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“Ah fuck wait,” Rozanov grunts, “your car.” With one dextrous hand, he takes off his hoodie and then the Nike t-shirt he’s wearing, using the t-shirt to catch the mess as they both come, and that alone is so fucking hot that Shane shouts a slew of curses as he releases into the fabric.
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the coast is not clear by WriteThroughTheNight
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
01 Jan 2026
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“My flight is early tomorrow,” Rozanov says. He bites his lip. Shane’s eyes stick there too. “You look in hallway, yes?”
Shane sticks his head out. The hallway is empty.
Would it hurt? To go another round? Rozanov has to fly out early anyway, it’s hardly like they’ll be spending time befriending each other. What is one night, when they’ve already crossed the line with eyes wide open?
“Shit,” he says. “There’s a couple at the end of the hallway, arguing, you know? You better wait until they leave.”
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Shane lies, that first night, to keep Rozanov to himself a little longer. The changes spiral out from there.
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- Part 1 of the coast is clear
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Shane sends him a text that says 'thinking about your cock' with a picture of his rippling abs, and even though Ilya really appreciates the abs, all he can think about is the faint bruise blooming on Shane's ribs, and whether it hurts him very badly, and whether there's anything Ilya could do to make it hurt less, if he were there. He wants to be there, he realizes. He wants to be there for the rest of his life.
He has to duck out of the team weight room so he can cough up a fistful of petals.
So.
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Or: Ilya gets Hanahaki disease.
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- Part 6 of my anonymous heated rivalry fic
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21 Jan 2026
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“It’s going to kill you,” he says. “You’re letting it kill you. I just don’t understand what could be worth that.”
Grunting, Ilya pushes himself to his feet. He aches all over, but then he always aches all over, now. Like without enough oxygen his body is always playing catch-up with recovery. The injuries are stacking up faster than ever before.
“Luckily, you do not have to understand,” Ilya says, because how could he possibly explain it? Of course he knows he’s not in Russia now. He could get the surgery. Most people would. Sure, he wouldn’t be able to return home at the end of it, but it’s better to live a long life in America than to die a young man on Russian soil.
But if Ilya got the surgery, he wouldn’t live a long life in America. He wouldn’t. It would be some other person, the person he was before he fell in love with Shane Hollander. The cocky nineteen-year-old who thought he could fuck a hot rival two or three times a year and never think about it again, the arrogant little shit who was terrified telling anyone anything about himself lest they hurt him with it, the dumb little boy who still shied away when his father raised his voice—
That person is gone. The person Ilya is now—he can’t claim to be an unbiased observer. But he likes to think he’s better, now, than he was before he loved Shane. If Ilya loses that love, he’s not sure he won’t lose himself right along with it.
It’s an obvious decision. Perhaps the most obvious decision he’s ever made.
Wow, just wow. Ingredibly beautiful and funny and sad and lovely.
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I am so late to this fandom that I completely missed the dreamwidth kink meme. There was an "Ilya lactation" prompt over there ("Pick your reason (omegaverse, magic, med side effect) but I just want those luscious tits of his producing milk. Prefer with Shane, but open to other pairings. with or without mpreg") that just seemed like a missed opportunity for two weird compulsions to suit each other perfectly.
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“You are tit man, Hollander!” Ilya sounds delighted.
Shane cringes, “Oh, that’s gross! Don’t say that!”
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- Part 1 of Hawksley Rivalry
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25 Mar 2026
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Shane’s not leaving until he gets an answer. He knows people describe his play as “intelligent,” “rule-abiding,” “consistent.” They forget “relentless.”
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Shane lets his socked toes dig into Ilya’s ridiculously plush rug. He puts his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. Hundreds of thousands of people watch Ilya play hockey, but no one really sees him.
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(The first time he’d been here, Shane had chirped Rozanov about what must be an astronomical heating bill. “I hate cold,” Ilya had shrugged. “You’re from Russia and you basically live in ice rinks, and you hate the cold?!” Shane had yelped, and Ilya had just shrugged again—"bad life choices”—and pulled Shane down for a kiss.)
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“I will have to consider this generous offer.”
“Oh, fuck off!” Shane is never going to ask Ilya fucking Rozanov for another thing! “If you don’t want to—”
“I will have to, maybe, seek competing bids, Hollander. Perhaps institute draft system.”~~~
Take off little shirt—no one wears these things, what the fuck, Hollander. Also, pants. Who buys this suit for you, your mother? No, leave socks. Do not roll the eyes, I see this."
I LITERALLY CANNOT
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The shape of things we know by sistercacao
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
28 Mar 2026
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“Where are you going?”
“To the arena, Hollander. We are playing a game in three hours.”
“That’s tomorrow, Rozanov,” Hollander says, smirking like Ilya might be fucking with him and he wants to make sure he’s in on the joke. He looks behind and around him. “Um, can I come inside?”
“Hollander, we have game today. You were here yesterday.”
Hollander is striding toward his kitchen, looking over his shoulder at Ilya like he’s getting tired of the joke. “Very funny. I was in Montreal yesterday, Rozanov.”
“Hollander.” Ilya goes to stand in front of him. Hollander’s eyes flicker up and down his body the way that Ilya usually craves, but is rather unwelcome right now. “Today is Thursday. Game is today. Yesterday, you came to my house. We ate tuna melts, watched Buffalo game. Then, you left.”
“Rozanov, it’s Wednesday morning. And I’ve never been to your house before.”
“Hollander…”
“Look at your phone if you don’t believe me.”
Ilya snorts like a bull and pulls his phone out of his pocket, swipes down on the screen to look at the date.
Wednesday, November 9th.
Or: Ilya Rozanov in Groundhog Day!
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08 Jun 2026
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“Fuck,” Ilya says, his voice hoarse. “Sorry.” He has never said sorry as much in his life as he has since meeting Shane. They don’t warn you that fucking a Canadian might just turn you into one.