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“-can’t see each other again,” Ilya says, looking only at Shane’s hand, holding it so, so gently and stroking over Shane’s skin so, so softly. The soothing feeling of it makes it very hard to focus, but Shane tries very hard to do it anyway. “I tried-we tried, but this can’t happen again.” It takes a moment, but Shane finally manages to make sense of the words, and he lets out a soft noise of understanding.
Ah. He’s apologizing that he won’t be able to see Shane in the hospital again before he leaves.
“I understand,” he says, and he does. It was probably really hard for Ilya to get here even once, and it can’t be very long before his plane leaves. He’s sad, of course–they didn’t even get to spend time together, really–but it’s not like this will be the last chance they ever have to see each other. He gives Ilya his best attempt at a smile, and if it comes out a little sad, too, all Ilya does is reach out to stroke the backs of his fingers gently over his cheek.
(ilya goes through with his plan to break up with shane in the hospital) (the problem? shane is too high to understand that he's being broken up with)
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04 Jun 2026
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“You are planning to rob me or what?” He hears Rozanov call, and he can’t help but smile slightly even as he rolls his eyes, closing the door to the linen closet and feeling strangely lighter than when he opened it, reassured that he’s just trying to read into a blank page, that today doesn’t mean anything more than Rozanov doesn’t mind him being around, which is strangely flattering.
“I don’t know,” he calls back. “Don’t Russians like diamonds and fur and stuff? Where should I start looking if I want to know what my options are?”
He hears Rozanov laugh, and it makes him smile.
When he joins him in the living room once more, Rozanov tugs him down to lean against him again. Shane goes easier this time, settling into it, knowing it doesn’t mean anything other than the fact that he just happens to be the closest warm body, the person on Rozanov’s roster who filled today’s slot.
(the tuna meltdown doesn't happen) (this does not mean they get ANY better at communication)
(or: how shane didn't realize he had a boyfriend for several months)
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03 Jun 2026
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gold in the offering by spelling__bee
Fandoms: Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
26 Feb 2026
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"You and Svetlana. When you - I mean, you don't have to tell me any details, obviously. But do you use condoms, with her?"
This must be a translation issue, Ilya thought wildly. He'd missed something crucial.
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- Part 4 of heated rivalry
- Part 1 of prompt fills
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02 Jun 2026
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As the Romans Do by kooksie
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
01 Jun 2026
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As a straight man, Ilya Rozanov has never had a gay roommate before, but it’s going pretty well. Shane Hollander is kind, silly, and an even bigger hockey nut than Ilya.
So when Shane starts bringing men over, and Ilya begins to want to bash their fucking heads in, Ilya comes to a startling conclusion: He must be homophobic.
(He’s jealous.)
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02 Jun 2026
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Omg. The pining! The oblivious to how own feelings but still so obsessed Ilya. One of the best AUs in the fandom
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Free Shot by smugrobotics
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
31 Jan 2026
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“I want you to use me.”
Ilya pauses, hot dog halfway to his mouth, his eyebrows scrunching up and holding, even as he finishes taking a bite. The confusion sits there the entire time he’s chewing, looking at Shane expectantly. When Shane doesn’t say anything else, he swallows down his mouthful with a swig of beer and smacks his lips obnoxiously.
“Use for what?”
“Sex,” Shane says. He keeps his volume level, resists the urge to drop into a whisper. It feels so wrong to say this sort of stuff with the sunlight on his back. “I want you to use me for sex.”
“I do not do this already?”
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02 Jun 2026