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tucked beneath my muscle memory was you by downtheroadandupthehill
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
28 Dec 2025
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Still, he’s felt like absolute shit for weeks, and the idea of sitting in his hotel room, where he would probably masturbate, cry, and have another night of fitful sleep, did not make him feel any better. Getting to be skin to skin with Ilya Rozanov did. And surely Rozanov wouldn’t be demanding Shane make a nest in his damn bed if he didn’t fully intend on actually kissing him in it and keeping him there until morning, right?
Maybe that would be enough to pick Shane up out of this drop, keep it from happening again.
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After not sending the "we didn't kiss" text, Shane's omega hormones go into distress mode. Despite trying to hide his symptoms and play through the misery, when Ilya Rozanov finds out what's going on, the alpha Shane's body wants most is determined to fix it.
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31 Dec 2025
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Heat On Ice by Camme975
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
25 Dec 2025
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This season for Shane Hollander is everything - scouts watching, stats climbing, NHL dreams within arm’s reach. He’s disciplined, controlled, built to dominate. But then he goes into an unexpected first heat in the middle of a game. No one notices except Ilya Rozanov, a rival he’s only ever admired through screens and stat sheets, the one man whose scent cuts through Shane’s fever like relief.
A whispered room number becomes inevitability. Shane arrives shaking, desperate, half-feral with need he doesn’t understand. What follows is hours of relentless waves of heat and hunger, release collapsing into need again, Ilya’s hands and voice the only thing keeping Shane from burning through the mattress.
Bookmarked by behind_every_exquisite_thing
26 Dec 2025
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“So,” Ilya says, dragging the word out. He’s swiping at non-existent crumbs on the counter, avoiding his eyes. “You have dinner at parents on Christmas, yes?”
“Yeah.”
Ilya nods. “I can house-sit while you are away. Make place pretty, if you have decorations. Make it less boring.”
Shane’s eyebrows fly up. “What? You don’t want to come with?”
Finally, Ilya looks up at him. Hesitantly, he asks, “You want me to come with?”
Frowning, Shane says, “I– yeah. Yeah, of course. You think I invited you here just so you could spend Christmas alone?”
Looking away, Ilya shrugs. “I am intruder here, Hollander. You have family. I do not. Makes situation… difficult, maybe. You forget the world thinks we are rivals.”
“Not difficult,” Shane says immediately. “You want to come, you’re coming.”
Or: Ilya's in Montreal alone during the week leading up to the Winter Classic. Shane doesn't let him spend Christmas alone.
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Bookmarked by behind_every_exquisite_thing
23 Dec 2025
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Ilya’s hand wraps around his bare wrist and squeezes. Shane barely stops himself from collapsing to his knees.
The pressure lights up every receptor of his touch-starved nervous system, wrenching a small, pained noise from the back of his throat. Every muted sensation comes flooding back so intensely that it almost hurts. He needs Ilya to hold him down until there’s nothing inside him but quiet. He wants to sink into him and disappear.
It takes Shane an entire beat to remember where they are. Fighting against the fog in his mind, he manages to drag his gaze up to meet Ilya’s.
There’s a slow-dawning horror and understanding on Ilya’s face.
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Or: Shane is in subdrop after their encounter in Vegas. Ilya fixes it.
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Bookmarked by behind_every_exquisite_thing
23 Dec 2025
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The doorbell rings just as Shane is finishing brushing his teeth – the first thing they rose to do, because he wants to kiss Ilya good morning – and he and Ilya exchange a confused look in the bathroom mirror. It's barely dawn, and Ilya's curls are adorably tousled from sleep as he scratches his ribs lazily, toothbrush dangling from the corner of his mouth.
Shane hesitates, then rinses his toothpaste out and runs a hand through his hair. "Fuck, it's probably anti-doping."
No one else would be here at this hour – unless it's an emergency.
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Bookmarked by behind_every_exquisite_thing
23 Dec 2025
