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A memory loss fic where Shane gets hit hard in the head and wakes up in the hospital. He thinks he is 27, sneaking around with Ilya and still in the closet, only to learn that they are married.
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Tears spilled down his mother's cheeks. “No, honey, you’re not twenty seven. You're twenty nine. Almost thirty.”
Shane snorted. “That can’t—”
“It is, sweetheart. And Ilya is…”
She glanced at the door where two large shadows stood just beyond the frosted glass window. The shorter one embraced the much, much taller one.
Shane’s heart started beating frantically in his chest. His head pounded as he tried to take in what he was hearing, tried to process what the fuck his mother was saying to him.
“Ilya,” he squeaked. “Ilya is what?”
“Ilya is your husband.”
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The Easier Route by storm_owl
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
01 Jan 2026
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Set after episode 2.
Ilya goes to Montreal for work (he tells himself) and finds Shane at a gay bar, dragged there by his oblivious friends.
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“Hollander,” Ilya said as low as he could. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Probly… too much.”
“And you do not want to come out publicly as gay, yes?”
Drunkenly, Shane wiggled his head from right to left.
“Y-yes—I mean, yes that—no, I don’t want—” His shoulders slumped forward, and Ilya’s heart shot into his throat as he glanced around. “I—I’m not ready yet.”
“Brilliant of your fucking buddies to take you to a gay club then, yes?”
“They don’t know, asshole.”
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“Goodbye, Rozanov,” Shane said, unlocking his door with the code and slipping inside.
It was too hard to find the right English words for: Please let me in, because I can’t stay away from you. I’m a fucking asshole, like you say, and I came here to see you, to make sure you were okay, and I’m not done. I’m not done with you, so please, for fuck’s sake, let me in.
So Ilya took the easier route.“Goodnight, Hollander.”
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First Time by storm_owl
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
31 Dec 2025
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“Yes, please—”
“Oh Hollander,” Ilya chuckled. “You beg so sweetly.”
“Fuck off.”
“I don’t think this is what you want, though,” Ilya said smugly, sliding two fingers into Shane’s ass.
“Holy hell, that’s good.”
“Fuck, that’s it,” Ilya muttered, starting to fuck him harder with his fingers.
Between the moans and whines and slick sounds of Ilya’s spit being fucked into Shane, Ilya hand stayed under his chest. His thumb was gently caressing Shane’s stomach as lightning bolts of pleasure shot to his cock.
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Shane's first time.