Queenxx
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Matt hadn’t felt like this in a long time. This emptiness and sadness had slowly been consuming him, and he didn’t know how to make it stop or if he even could.
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A house fire leads to Sylvie and Matt taking an unexpected step in their relationship.
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“-moya rybka, I am sorry, sweet girl-” Ilya is saying, on his knees in the middle of their living room and patting the rug near him with what looks like devastation on his face as Anya continues to ignore him, curled up on Shane’s lap instead. Fresh off of several stacked events to fit them into a weekend–because Shane’s mom is nothing if not efficient when it comes to the deals she makes–Ilya got home only a few minutes ago, still in the outfit he’d left his Buzzfeed puppy interview in, which Anya had clearly not appreciated, sniffing him suspiciously after her initial excited greeting and then retreating to Shane immediately when he patted his thigh in welcome.
Shane is trying not to be obviously enjoying Ilya’s turmoil as much as he is, shifting Anya to lay on her back like a baby in one arm and cooing at her.
“I know, huh? Papa left and played with who knows how many other dogs, and the whole time you were here missing him. I bet he wasn’t even thinking about you, huh?”
“Hollander!” Ilya says, sounding scandalized. “Do not tell her that! Is not true!”
(collection of standalone fics/ficlets prompted by my own tumblr posts) (will update as inspiration strikes)
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24 Apr 2026
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“Hi,” Ilya says, his attempt at making his voice a purr lost to how fucking happy he is, to have this, to see Shane Hollander in a way no one else ever gets to. He crosses the room and kneels over him, pulling him up into a kiss that Shane gives him easily, making a sweet, soft noise that makes Ilya want to bite him with how cute it is. Instead, he gets a handful of the edge of the soft, fuzzy blanket to whip it off of Shane and replace it with his own body-
-only to be stopped when the blanket turns out to be far, far fucking heavier than he anticipated, pulling him up short when his attempt at a flick ends with barely moving the edge before it flops back down with audible weight.
(ilya versus shane's weighted blanket)
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23 Apr 2026
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stormed in and stole my thunder; we still learn about each other by touchbrat
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
13 Apr 2026
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Ilya inhales sharply, furrowed brows giving his hesitation away.
Shane’s breath hitches in his throat as his eyes rapidly scan Ilya’s face, his downturned mouth, the way his pulse hammers visibly in throat. He physically watches the way his own intentions land on Ilya and prays to whatever entities exist that, for once, he is reading the situation correctly. That the spaces between the lines are not lying to him.
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Or, 5 times Shane wondered what it would be like to take Ilya apart and 1 time he actually did.
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22 Apr 2026
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do i want you because you're wonderful? by owlsandowlsandowls
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
28 Mar 2026
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Except — wait. This is perfect. Hockey is the other way that Ilya knows Shane better than anyone else in the world. Sex may be Ilya’s favorite shared language with Shane, but hockey is their first. And it’s the perfect way to show Shane that nothing has changed.
They can be Shane and Ilya together on Ilya’s couch, in Shane’s apartment, in the million hotel rooms in between. But they can still be Hollander and Rozanov on the ice, playing hard and fast and viciously competitive.
Ilya will show Shane that, tomorrow. He’ll play a great game of hockey, no, the best game of hockey he’s ever played, and Shane will know that it’s okay, that they’re okay. And then Shane will text him after the game and they’ll fall back into bed again and Shane will take his clothes with him when he leaves, happy and sated and Ilya’s, again.
Ilya flops back onto his bed, grinning at the ceiling. He has a plan, a great plan, better than the tuna melt idea. Tomorrow, they’ll play hockey. Tomorrow, Ilya will get his man back.
or, the game after the Tuna Melt Incident
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21 Apr 2026
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Shane feels like he might be sick. He crouches down in front of Ilya, slowly, and takes in the reams of scattered notes around them; scrawled Cyrillic, cross-hatched abrasions where the pen has ripped all the way through, a couple of illegible English words dotting the chaos here and there. It looks like a crime scene.
“What, uh,” Shane starts haltingly, sucking in a shaky breath before trying again. “What’s all this, Ilya?”
Ilya finally seems to notice that he’s there. He looks at him with wide eyes, red-rimmed, like he’s cried at some point then scrubbed furiously at the tears. Dreadfully, he laughs.