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sue me, i wanna be wanted by mightyd0lphin
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
19 Mar 2026
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Ilya grinned smugly. “Fine. That is what I thought. Let me fuck you, Shane, I promise it will be so much better than fine.”
“Why are you so obsessed with me?”
“You are pretty. And I like a challenge.”
“Asshole,” Shane spat.
“I get off at eleven. Come home with me tonight.”
“Fuck you. I’m not cheating on my boyfriend.”
Ilya hooked his lip between his teeth, looking Shane up and down like a predator. “...Okay. Let me have your number.”
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Shane never meant to get caught up in this situation. Ilya Rozanov was a damn asshole. He was just also really, really hot.
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28 Mar 2026
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Change Your Win Conditions by Vee (Vera_DragonMuse)
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
05 Feb 2026
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Sometimes life came at you with a clenched fist and Ilya had never figured out how to duck.
So here he was, twenty-eight years old, single, dealing with the fallout from injuries given to him by the game he loved, and the second youngest assistant coach in the league to one of the worst teams. Stability was hard to come by, but he was managing.
Then along came Shane Hollander to knock him on his ass, one more time.
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25 Mar 2026
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frequently, secretly fond of each other. by milominderbinder
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
30 Mar 2026
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Shrugging one shoulder far more casually than he possibly feels, Ilya says, “I like both. Is secret, okay?”
“Okay,” Hollander says, voice cracking.
He doesn’t say anything else. The air’s so heavy around them that it feels like being in the middle of a scrum, the weight and heat of all those bodies pressing down on you. Danger always feels like hockey; it’s the most dangerous thing Ilya knows, except for this. Everything dangerous in his life involves men’s bodies and just how close he can get to them. Closer than he probably should.
Nobody knows why Shane Hollander dropped out of the 2009 draft at the last second, and a year later it stuns the whole hockey world when he's signed by the Boston Raiders. Having the two biggest stars in the league on the same line is great for Boston - but playing alongside their worst rival was never exactly in Shane or Ilya's plans. Especially not when staying away from each other starts to feel just as impossible as getting along.
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24 Mar 2026
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Shane and Ilya had mutually agreed to keep their whatever-they’re-doing out of Sochi. It was an easy decision to make: this was bigger than any MLH rivalry and definitely bigger than a few hotel hook-ups. There was no room for distractions, not with Olympic gold on the line.
So it’d be really fucking great if their daemons could get on the same page and stop trying to cause an international fucking incident.
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- Part 7 of my heated rivalry anon fics
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16 Mar 2026
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He watches Hollander’s eyes track over the laundry detergent sitting on a shelf, the amount in the hamper and back to the machine, and it’s as obvious as if he’s got a little thought bubble actually hovering above his head— “you want to start a load of laundry,” he says, snickering a little.
“It’s just— we’re on the road again in two days, and all my normal stuff is dirty,” Shane says, reaching for the hamper and sifting through to grab only the lighter colors.
“Okay,” Ilya says. He’s still hard, and he presses a hand to the bulge under his pants, ostentatious, a blatant display as Hollander turns to look at him. “You do your household chore in middle of sexy hookup. I will go get naked and lie in your bed, and if you can tear yourself away, maybe you get there in time for me to get inside you before I come.”
Hollander’s eyes darken, flickering down to Ilya’s hand pressed against his groin. “Uh. Give me like. Thirty seconds. A minute.”
And, indeed, it can’t be longer than a minute later that Hollander is naked and climbing on top of Ilya on the bed, the low rumble of the washing machine providing a soundtrack to their embrace.
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15 Mar 2026