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still the best (still an asshole) by pucksandpower
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
20 Dec 2025
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Four times Ilya Rozanov reminded everyone exactly who the fuck they were dealing with (spoiler: still an asshole, still elite, still not going anywhere), and one time he didn’t have to be anything except soft.
Or being out didn’t make him nicer. Being married didn’t make him softer. Being older didn’t make him weaker. And being a father? Well. That’t when things get complicated.
(He’s really good at that last part. Don’t tell anyone.)
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Holding Patterns by thecouchsofa
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
29 Nov 2025
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“Do you want to know how it feels?”
Shane let his hand fall back to the couch. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and lifted a brow at Rozanov. “What – holding the Cup? You’ve already made that joke once.”
“No.” Rozanov’s fingers encircled Shane’s wrist and then he was pulling Shane’s hand between his legs.
Or: Shane tops.
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and i spit out the seeds by linearity
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
30 Oct 2025
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A video of Shane sucking Ilya’s dick is leaked. Over the next twenty-four hours, Ilya goes on an odyssey.
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betrayal (never comes from your enemies). by Joooceee
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
31 Aug 2025
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“You know - my biggest fucking fear came true on a huge scale. The entire planet found out I’m gay, Ilya can never go back to his home country again, my life blew up, and none of you asked if I was okay. I can’t believe I almost gave him up just so I would never have to face this exact reaction from people who yesterday I would’ve considered family. I can’t believe what I almost let you all cost me.” And then, quieter, “I can’t believe how little it took for you to throw me away.”
Hauling his bag over his shoulder, Shane stared around the room, one more glance at the men he’d given the best years of his career to.
“Best of luck next year without me.”
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Hurt by the team's accusations that he let the Centaurs win, Shane gets his pain off his chest before leaving the Voyageurs' locker room for good.
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“...Hollander,” He hears Rozanov say, urgent like it’s not the first time he’s said it. “Shane,” he follows it up with, and that snaps him out of it. He’s never called him that. Shane, reluctantly, lifts his face a little, eyes glazed over as he meets Rozanov’s eyes.
“What?”
“You stink,” Rozanov says, concern dripping. “No, you—fuck. You reek. What is—” Ilya’s fingers lift up, tugging at the scent patch, revealing more of the spot beneath it. Even Shane can smell himself at that point. He does reek. Reeks of heat, of Omega, of honey and sweetness, of something that would melt on your tongue.
Shane reefs himself back. The Omega inside him aches, mourns, whimpers at the loss of contact. It’s needed, though. He scrambles back, hand slapping at his neck to force the peeled patch back down over his scent gland. He backs up till his spine knocks against the bathroom stall.
“You are in heat at award show? Why would you hide this? Why would you not call out sick? Are you—are you insane? You care this much about trophy?”
OR Shane goes into heat in Vegas