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Lestat’s face is blank of everything, but his dark eyes latch on Louis’ own, locked as tightly as a prisoner’s chain. “You left me.”
Louis swallows. “I shoulda left you decades ago.”
Louis gets on the train, Lestat takes him off it. This is what comes after.
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can you find me? by constellaetions
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
13 Jun 2026
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Shane Hollander has made many mistakes in his life, but volunteering as tribute alongside his best friend during District 11's annual Reaping isn't one of them.
Or maybe it is - he doesn't know yet. He'll confirm or deny when his near-certain untimely end comes.
Shane isn't a fighter. He's not a lover either, despite what he's leading the Capitol to believe. He's just a young man that knows the earth, and by proxy the brutality of nature; human or otherwise.
He doesn’t quite know what to do with Ilya Rozanov, though. Unfortunately it’s clear Ilya knows exactly what to do with him.
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13 Jun 2026
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“Where you go.”
He closes his eyes, and for just one merciful second he’s back in District 11 with peach juice on his thumb and dirt under his nails, the evening bells clanging over the orchards like any other day could follow.
“I go."
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Say You'll Haunt Me by eddiemunsterwashere
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
03 May 2026
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The plane carrying the Voyageurs home from Houston crashes just after take-off.
Shane is on board.
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13 Jun 2026
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He hated that Ilya had him suspended in that in-between place, hated the way the question went straight under his skin and made his own thoughts start to stutter.
What are you?
Not human, but not whatever his mother had spent his whole life preparing him to be, either.
Shane Hollander has been a vampire for six weeks and is still trying to figure out what he wants from the dark. Ilya Rozanov has been dead for two centuries and feels more than qualified to answer the question for him. All Shane has to do is stop running.
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- Part 9 of evil ilya
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13 Jun 2026
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The gap between himself and the body above him is sealed. There is no transition between where Ilya ends and Shane begins. The blood has closed it, or the blood has revealed that it was never there to begin with, and Shane cannot tell the difference, and he does not care.
Is this not love?
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Cliff's Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week (Is Probably Going Better Than Ilya's) by petroltogo
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
15 Apr 2026
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It figures that even half-way across the world Ilya's dick manages to ruin Cliff's day. The real surprise is that it isn't the only dick involved in this mess.
Featuring an ill-timed outing, a supportive but clueless team trying its best, panicking over Russia's LGBTQ laws, too many group chats, an unhinged 3am brainstorming session on how to get your captain a new citizenship (asking for a friend) and Roz' inability to answer his fucking phone.
Or: Ilya disappears in Sochi. Half-way across the world his team does its best to help. Their best is more than anyone could have foreseen.
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- Part 1 of maximal confusion, some believability
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Ilya Rozanov ✅ @theilyarozanov
what is huzanov↳ hiii and byeeeeee @russianlovemachine91
The ship sails at dawn. It has no name. Those who know will know and they will be there.↳ ↳ Ilya Rozanov ✅ @theilyarozanov
it does not sail↳ ↳ Ilya Rozanov ✅ @theilyarozanov
it will never sail↳ ↳ Ilya Rozanov ✅ @theilyarozanov
the ship is landlocked↳ ↳ Ilya Rozanov ✅ @theilyarozanov
it has always been landlocked↳ ↳ Ilya Rozanov ✅ @theilyarozanov
the ship is in a museum↳ ↳ Ilya Rozanov ✅ @theilyarozanov
it does not move↳ ↳ Ilya Rozanov ✅ @theilyarozanov
like hunter↳ ↳ Ilya Rozanov ✅ @theilyarozanov
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Religion's in your lips (en version) by Two_ghostsIW
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
15 May 2026
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— Do you know what you need? — Rose interrupted, resting her elbows on the table. — A boyfriend they hate.
— What?
— I'm serious. Think about it. Imagine their faces if you showed up at home with an alpha they'd never seen before, without asking anyone's "opinion" — she said, making air quotes with her fingers. — And on top of that, one with all the characteristics they hate. They'd be furious, but they'd have to swallow it. It would be perfect revenge.
— You forgot just one tiny detail: I don't have a boyfriend. And even if I did, unfortunately my taste is very similar to theirs. If they hate him, I probably will too.
Rose took another sip of her coffee, observing him over the cup with that expression Shane knew all too well.
— And who said it has to be real?
— No. Absolutely not.
Or: The one where Shane's alpha sisters are a bit controlling because he's the only omega in the family, and so he starts a fake relationship with Ilya just to annoy them.
English version. Text originally published in Brazilian Portuguese.
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"Why did you stop?"
The question came out low.
For a second, Ilya thought he would make a joke. Say he had gotten tired, that he had discovered the thrilling pleasure of studying physical education, that skates were expensive, or any other acceptable escape.
But Shane only let the air out slowly.
"You know why."
"I know part of it."
"The main part."
"I want to hear it from you."
Shane turned his face toward him. His expression was not irritated, but tired. And maybe because of that, Ilya felt the question weigh more than it should have.
Shane looked back at the ice and, for a while, said nothing. Ilya waited.
"I had my first heat in the middle of the season," Shane said at last. "I was fourteen."
Ilya did not move.
"Until then, I was just Shane. The son who played hockey. The fast kid. The one who gave coaches trouble because he argued strategy like he was forty and had three Stanley Cups behind him."
A small smile crossed his face. It disappeared quickly.
"After, I became the omega."
The word fell without drama, and maybe that was why it hurt more.
"It didn't happen all at once," Shane continued. "No one came in and said, 'you can't play anymore because your body now bothers everyone.' That would have been more honest, I think. It was all gradual. First came the concern that I might get hurt. Then the conversation with the coach, the meeting with my parents, the suggestion to take a break, less time on the ice, and then the bench."
He laughed without humor.
"Always with care. Everything always with so much care. That's the part that irritates me the most."
Ilya looked at him.
"Because it looked like protection."
"Because they called it protection." Shane tightened his fingers together. "I couldn't fight it without seeming ungrateful. Everyone talked as if they were doing it for me. As if they were preventing some tragedy. As if I would break if an alpha checked me too hard into the boards."
His mouth twisted.
"Which is ironic, considering I'd been thrown into the boards by alphas since I was eight and no one cared that much before."
Ilya felt his jaw tighten. "Your coach allowed it?"
"He tried to hold on for a while. More than most would have tried." Shane looked toward the back door they had come through. "We both knew my hockey career was over, that the NHL doesn't accept omegas. But I could have had a few more years in the junior league. He said I was still one of the best, that the team needed me, that it could be adapted. But he didn't control everything."
"Your parents?"
The question slipped out before Ilya decided whether he should ask it.
Shane did not seem surprised.
"My mother got scared. My father was torn. My sisters were... you can imagine."
Ilya could imagine. Too easily.
Shane took a deep breath.
"I don't hate being omega."
The sentence came firm enough to make Ilya look at him more closely. Shane was still looking at the rink.
"I need to say that because people always misunderstand. They think that, if I complain, it's because I wanted to be alpha. Or beta. Or anything that would make my life simpler. And that's not it."
He swallowed, but his voice did not fail.
"I don't hate my body. I don't hate my scent. I don't hate my secondary gender. I hate what people do with it."
Ilya felt something tighten slowly in his chest.
"I hate walking into a place and seeing the expression change when they remember I'm omega. I hate that any anger I have is seen as hysteria, that any boundary I set turns into drama." Shane laughed, small and bitter. "I hate that they looked at me, on that team, and decided everything I was before mattered less than what I had just become."
The silence after that was enormous. The entire rink seemed to hold the weight of the sentence.
Ilya wanted to say something useful, but he did not even know where to begin.
"I'm sorry." He hoped it would be enough.
Shane turned his face toward him. "Me too."