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You Make Me Greedy by gracerene
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
24 Jan 2026
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"Hi, I'm Matt," the man said. His gaze swept over the table, and when he met Shane's eyes, he winked. "Great to meet all of you. I'm a big hockey fan."
Shane flushed bright red. Because he recognized that voice, and he remembered that name, but there were billions of people in the world, and Shane had never considered the possibility that his old vacation hook-up would make a reappearance.
"You're a fan?"
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In which Shane and Ilya (and a few friends) run into Mexico top (iykyk) at the Kingfisher.
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matter of fact, i caught you lookin' back by sargeantwoof
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
05 Jan 2026
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“No,” he says, smiling gently, like he doesn't know how irritating he's being. “Is my room first, da? You should speak with front desk.”
Hollander stares at him.
And then he starts to laugh.
“You ask the front desk,” he shoots back, in between his odd wheezes. Ilya's heart starts to pound in double time, because this is not—this cannot be Shane Hollander playing bed chicken with him. Their competitiveness is fierce, to be certain, but surely, Hollander would be the bigger person, no? “This is my fucking room, Rozanov. Wild horses couldn't drag me away.”
OR: Ilya's apartment is under construction. Shane's in town for a game. It'd be a shame if they somehow had the same hotel room.
[or, or: we need some more goddamn 'there was only one bed' out here.]
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- Part 9 of heated rivalry masterlist
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It wasn’t fair, because Shane didn’t even do it on purpose. His ignorance was a product of years of repression. They’ve been together for more than a decade, and they’ve fucked, fought, and everything in between — but somehow Shane was still oblivious to the warning signs of his heat. In the days before it came, Shane would pace about the house in a huff; sweat on his brow, gnawing on a candy bar, complaining about a headache, befuddled as to his own state of dysfunction.
He always smelled like absolute fucking sin too. It took all Ilya had not to drop to Shane’s feet, mouth open, tongue at the ready, and offer his enthusiastic services. Ilya tried to do so, early on in their relationship, but Shane kicked him away like he was a nosy terrier, tsked at and scolded for its eagerness to serve.
Finicky little omega. Ilya would die for him, truly.
(Or, the trials and tribulations of Shane Hollander's heat cycle).
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“Wow,” Ilya snickers. “Not even Golden Boy Hollander is safe from the pussy curse, huh?”
“Do not call it that.”
Ilya crosses his arms and looks at Shane like he’s being stupid. It’s a frustratingly familiar look. “It is a curse that gives a pussy. Pussy curse. It’s not that bad of curse, actually.”
Or; Someone commissions a witch to curse Shane with a vagina. It’s a flagrant violation of MLH rules, but Ilya’s always been good at making lemonade out of lemons.
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Hop, Bunny, Hop by theemporium
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
20 Dec 2025
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Ilya’s smirk grew. “Whoever wins MVP gets anything they want.”
Shane’s brows furrowed. “Anything?”
“Anything,” Ilya repeated, his eyes gleaming. “If you win, you can ask for anything you want.”
A thrill went down his spine. “And I’m guessing you already have something in mind if you’ve suggested this bet.”
Instead of responding, Ilya leaned down and kissed him—a filthy, obscene kiss that left his dick twitching pathetically against his thigh despite the fact he was completely spent.
“You will see, Hollander.”
“You’re on, Rozanov.”
And, at the time, Shane really did feel good about his chances—orgasm haze aside.
Now, standing in the bathroom of a Vegas hotel suite, he almost cursed his own damn competitiveness.
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Or, a bet was made and Shane is a good sportsman. That is the only reason he is putting on Rozanov's jersey. Promise.