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true blue by scarlettroses
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
29 Mar 2026
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"He said it was just a stronger edible," Wyatt says. "Apparently it was supposed to be super natural, and relaxing and rejuvenating, not the weak Canadian shit, and—"
"You say a bad word, Hazy," Ilya interrupts, pointing a tiny finger at him.
"Right." Wyatt winces. "Sorry, kid."
Rejuvenating. Shane turns the word over in his mind a few times, while readjusting Ilya’s little body in his arms.
Jesus fucking Christ.
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or, with the help of some mysterious russian candy and a very loving husband, ilya rozanov heals his inner child.
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ilya: what if i married svetlana??
shane: what if i put concealer on my freckles?
Based on a twitter prompt, where Ilya ragebaits Shane. But, Shane knows the power he holds over his man.
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22 Apr 2026
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Hey, Handsome by floydfairy
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
23 Mar 2026
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“Sveta thought you might like seeing me look pretty,” Ilya said, deliberately batting his eyelashes at Shane. He tilted his head as Shane approached, jutting out his bottom lip ever so slightly, the gloss catching the light and giving it a plumper appearance. He watched, feeling victorious, as Shane’s gaze flickered down to follow the motion. “She dressed me up for you. What do you think?”
Shane leaned down over Ilya, standing between where his legs spread as he sat on the edge of the bed. His hand rose, gently cupping his jaw—his touch was hesitant in a reverent way, like if his fingertips brushed too hard, he might ruin the beautifully painted canvas that was Ilya’s face.
“I didn’t know you could look so pretty,” Shane whispered, thumb lightly stroking over his cheek.
Svetlana does Ilya's makeup, and Shane likes it a lot.
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21 Apr 2026
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im hot and dizzy. my throat dry and i can’t breathe
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Harris, who was sitting next to Shane, nudged him with his foot. “Yeah, I mean, it’s not kinky kinky unless Shane went out and bought, like, a full-on sex swing or something crazy like–”
Harris stopped talking because Shane had frozen. Completely frozen. His glass halted halfway to his lips. His eyes went wide and fixed on a point on the far wall. The blush that had been a soft pink bloomed into a scarlet tide that crept from his neckline to the roots of his hair.
Ilya, watching him, threw his head back and burst out laughing.
(or, 5 times Ottawa Centaurs found out their sweet Canadian cinnamonroll is a freak and 1 time they realized that Hollanov's freaks are matched)
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- Part 10 of Crashing out over Hollanov
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20 Apr 2026
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“…You want to?” he asks.
Shane blinks. “What?”
“Kiss someone.”
The question makes Shane’s brain short circuit.
Shane swallows. “I mean—yeah.”
“Then why haven’t you?”
“I don’t know.” Shane shrugs again, shoulders tight. “Timing. People. It’s just… not something I think about like that.”
That’s not entirely true.
He does think about it. Just in a different way. Abstractly. Like something other people do, but not he himself.
Ilya watches him for a long moment.
“I could show you.”