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Rather than give him the joint, Ilya takes it back between his own lips and sucks in a deep breath, the tip glowing as he does so. Then, before Shane can process it, he’s reaching up and sliding one large hand around the back of Shane’s neck, pulling him down so their lips meet.
Shane gasps softly, and Ilya takes the opportunity to blow smoke into his open and waiting mouth.
Oh, God. Are you there? It’s me, Shane Hollander. We’ve had our differences, but I think I’d like to convert for real this time. I’m ready. Open the pearly white gates. I’m coming up.
Shane goes to a house party, gets high, then gets on his knees. bon appetite
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Drowning Lessons by effervesc3nt
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
15 Jun 2026
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Svetlana: Ilyusha, I have a proposition for you.
Ilya: What?
Svetlana: I have a friend - he is very sweet, very handsome. Realized he’s gay but is too nervous to date because he’s inexperienced in bed. Up for giving him some lessons? He’s not out. Would be DL.
Ilya: No.
Shane’s breath hitched. Why did he feel so disappointed? This was the best case scenario. Getting sex lessons from his hockey arch rival was the worst thing he could do. This was good. This was how it should be. And his name had never been said, so Rozanov was none the wiser–
He yelped when he saw what Svetlana had responded with.
Svetlana: It’s Shane Hollander.
Ilya: Da. I will do it.
Or; Ilya Rozanov gives Shane Hollander sex lessons. What could go wrong?
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“You are baby.” He said matter of factly.
“I’m, what?” Hollander seemed offended and surprised all at once.
“I catch you touching yourself and now you can’t even look at me. Baby.” Ilya teased, not moving his eyes away from Hollander’s.
He watched a blush creep under Hollander’s freckles and thought about kissing them. He nearly broke eye contact just from that. He needed to stay focused.
“I’ve just been busy!” Hollander defended himself. He took a step back from Ilya. Ilya took a step forward. He stared at Hollander, making the doubt on his face clear.
Hollander’s whole body was fidgeting. Ilya loved how nervous he was making him. He could tell Hollander was close to breaking.
“Admit it. You are baby.”
“I’m not!”
“Then prove it,” Ilya growled, walking forward until Hollander’s back was up against the wall.
Or; The classic trope: Ilya accidentally walks in on Shane while they dorm together.
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20 Apr 2026
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AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES (with a delicious dose of angst)
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Cloud 9 by Potatogirrrl
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
13 Apr 2026
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“Hi.”
Ilya could swear his ribcage was having a hard time putting up with his heart. It was Shane’s fault alone. “Hi,” he replied like the love-sick puppy that he was, gently cupping his husband’s chin before kissing him, being rewarded with giggles. Drunk Shane was so cute, Ilya had half a mind to excuse themselves from the celebration already.
“Shots?”
“Drink your ginger ale like good boy and I’ll think about it.” Water was the next step he had in mind, hoping it would help with the headache he knew his husband was going to get the very next day.
“I’m always a good boy,” Shane commented with a scrunch of his nose.
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The Centaurs win their first cup so celebrating is due (ft. drunk Shane and whipped Ilya ♡)
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where the hell is my husband? by gimmekisss81
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
16 Apr 2026
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“Do not touch me! I have a husband!”
Shane blinked at him. “Ilya, I am your husband. Get your ass in the car.”
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Ilya has a guy’s night out with some of their Ottawa teammates. Shane, not wanting to be out until 3:00 a.m., opted to stay home. He ends up being out until 3:00 a.m., anyway, because his husband is simultaneously the most annoying and adorable drunk he’s ever seen.
