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Shane Hollander has every aspect of his life under control: his diet, his training, his sexuality.
But when he’s forced to share a room with his rival for the number one draft pick, Ilya Rozanov, he begins to question every rule he thought he had perfected.
Including the one where he would never want a man. Or worse, Ilya Rozanov.
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Or: one year of college changes the trajectory of Shane Hollander’s life.
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I Can Feel It, Magic In Your Fingertips by herecomesthesunny
Fandoms: Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Heated Rivalry (TV)
08 Aug 2026
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Ilya scribbles on his notepad.
What is happening?
What is he doing?“I don’t know,” Wyatt whispers back, trying not to disturb Shane’s work, “But I know he can fix this.”
How?
“Fuck if I know. I’m not a fucking witch. But Lisa said he was the smartest person in their class. Went into biological witchcraft after graduating. He’s the best witch in Ontario.”
Ilya stares at Wyatt, dumbfounded.
WITCH?
SHANE IS WITCH?OR, Ilya is cursed by a witch after ghosting her. He goes to Shane Hollander for help.
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rimming becomes him by vanillatunamelt for blankjournals
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
27 May 2026
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Ilya thought he knew everything there was to know about Shane's sexual habits. His quirks. How his gag reflex is almost non-existent, how his ass craves to be filled if he goes too long without it, how he loves to be kissed so much that, if Ilya really tries, he can get Shane off just by sucking his tongue.
He's never once heard about Shane being good at eating pussy.
Or: Ilya overhears that his totally-casual-sitationship was very good at munching and has a jealous fit about it.
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Shane’s eyes drop down, landing on Ilya’s mouth—except all that does is bombard him with fifty different images of what Ilya’s lips would look like with saliva dripping down his chin, cheeks rosy-red, gazing up at Shane with hazy, galaxy eyes as he lies naked and ruined in their sheets.
And then, because Shane never learned how to control his lovesick mind when it comes to Ilya, that thought is immediately accompanied by the image of Ilya all fucked-out, his blushing face panting with the exertion of keeping his thighs spread, of being taken apart. He thinks about Ilya moaning and whimpering, hole fluttering helplessly as Shane teases it with his tongue, his fingers, his cock, thinks about Ilya begging for him, to let him cum—
“Shane?”
—and suddenly Shane’s hungry in a completely different way.
(It’s 8:02 in the morning when Shane watches Ilya sleep—dead to the world, curls a mess, with drool dripping down pink lips and onto their silk pillows—and thinks, I want to fuck my boyfriend.)
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Statistically speaking, there was a very long list on one end which Shane sat solidly at the top of. On the other end, there was a list with only one name on it.
Shane was the best of everyone Ilya had ever fucked.
Sasha was the best to ever fuck Ilya.
Shane would never have gotten two Stanley Cups if he didn’t know how to pivot and change direction when needed.