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Stuck by NotEvenCloseToStraight
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
26 Aug 2026
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From a Threads Prompt: "Is there an omegaverse tuna melt fic it fic where Shane actually CAN'T leave because Ilya's knot is still inside him?"
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“Hey!” Ilya almost howled when Shane tried to get off him, and he clamped his hands down at the Omega’s hips, snapping out a warning growl. “Stop. We are knotted. You have to stay here, stay on me, or you will hurt us both. Stop.”“Right. Fuck.” Shane dragged his hands through his hair, then down his face, “Sorry. I just– I gotta get out of here right away. Please."
“Well, we are stuck together.” Ilya forced his voice calm, “So maybe we should talk about this?
“No. No way. This is my actual fucking nightmare.” Shane whispered. “This is the fucking worst– I can’t–”
“That is rude.” The Alpha frowned. “I thought I did a good job knotting you.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” the Omega hissed, "This isn't funny!"
"I mean" Ilya hesitated. "Is maybe a little--"
"ROZANOV!"
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- Part 9 of Heated Rivalry
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The dog thing by igrowtails
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
24 Aug 2026
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Ilya has sent him a picture. Of a dog.
It’s a good-looking dog, to be fair. Medium-sized, glossy, bright-eyed. It’s not a bad picture to be sent, he’s just… not quite sure what to do with it.
Then, a moment later, the caption arrives. This is Boris. I think I only go home with people who have dogs now.
Ah. Right. Excellent. This is not, in fact, a picture of a dog. This is an announcement from Ilya that he got laid.
Shane sighs. Wonderful.
Perhaps he'll send back a picture of a dog, since Ilya seems to like them so much.
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24 Aug 2026
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EXECUTIVE SUMMARY
On the night of 14–15 December 1984, four senior officers of the Soviet ballistic missile submarine K-219, designation Krasnyy Oktyabr', arrived on United States soil. Their defection is assessed as voluntary, premeditated, and of EXCEPTIONAL intelligence value. This event is to be treated as a TIER ONE defection. Unauthorized disclosure will be prosecuted under Executive Order 12333.SECTION I — DEFECTING PERSONNEL
1. Captain First Rank ILYA ROZANOV, 30 years old. Commanding Officer, K-219. Ten years service, Soviet Northern Fleet. Graduate, Frunze Naval Academy, 1972. Rozanov is assessed as the primary architect of the defection. Motivation assessed as ideological disillusionment regarding the Soviet criminalization of homosexuality, compounded by a romantic relationship with [REDACTED]. -
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Ilya Rozanov thinks it's probably best to decline the invitation to the 2017 All-Star Game. It's not swaggering, knothead alpha male bullshit; it's a survival strategy. He doesn't think it'll end well for anyone if he's forced into playing an instinct-driven, blood-pumping sport like ice hockey with Shane Hollander right now, not when Hollander is probably going to bring his new girlfriend to Tampa for the weekend.
But it's Hollander. It's Shane. So of course Ilya doesn't decline the stupid invitation. And of course the game goes sideways.
That doesn't mean it doesn't end well.
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- Part 3 of my heated rivalry fics
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21 Aug 2026
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close only counts when it's me and you
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What if Shane doesn't go back to his room after the infamous Vegas penthouse suite night? What if he finds himself at the bar with other hockey players and what if Ilya gets a call from Marly telling him this.
What if they both realize how much they've been hurting each other? What if they actually talk?
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“Rozy!” Cliff shouted through the phone and Ilya winced. “Where did you go? You have to get back down here.”
Ilya sighed, rolling his eyes. “I have flight in the morning, Marly. I know what you look like drunk. I do not need to come see.”
“Come on, Roz,” Cliff almost whined. “Even Hollander is down here holding up the bar or maybe it’s holding him up. Kinda hard to tell at this point. Gonna let him be the life of the party when you won the fucking award?”
The fog in Ilya’s brain shifted and scattered at the name.
Ilya’s stomach sank.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.“How many has he had?” Ilya asked, pushing himself up from the bed, glancing around the room until he saw his dress pants and shirt still on the floor by the end of the bed.
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06 Jul 2026
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i am yours and yours and ever (Vegas fix-it)
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