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Faulty Planes and Paper Rings by Dr0psofaninkpen
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
24 Feb 2026
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Wyatt’s gaze shot up and it was like one of those moments in a fucking movie or something.
Because the person bursting through the door like an absolute tornado at two in the morning was Shane Hollander. The man looked sweaty. And breathless. And panicked. No, haunted. His eyes were wide and tortured, chest heaving like he’d run here from Canada.
What was he doing here in Tampa and not in Canada?
Oh. OH. Oh shit.
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**Spoilers for Book 6: The Long Game - Canon-Divergence**
What if when the Centaurs plane trouble occurred, Shane immediately jumped on a flight to Tampa?
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By fire, by water, by choice by detective_Kazu
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
24 Feb 2026
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The Triwizard Tournament returns to Hogwarts, and with it comes expectation, legacy, and the promise of glory.
For Shane Hollander, a Hufflepuff in his final year, being chosen means standing alone beneath the weight of his parents’ reputation. For Ilya Rozanov, Durmstrang’s brightest star, winning is not a matter of pride but survival.
Caught between spectacle and restraint, rivalry and want, both must decide what they are willing to sacrifice... and what they are brave enough to leave behind. -
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Ilya Rosanov wakes up with a splitting headache, miserable and bed-ridden in his home in Ottawa. His boyfriend/fiancee Shane, stuck in Montreal, tries his very best to cheer him up and make him feel better :)
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Lily: You are hiding from me.
Jane: I’m not! I’m busy.
Lily: Busy losing. You play better when I fuck you.+++
Embarrassed by his very public and short-lived fling with Rose, Shane goes to great lengths to avoid Ilya.
He’s unprepared for just what Ilya will do to win him back.
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Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander have hated each other for three seasons. kind of hate where Ilya hit Shane into the boards so hard his ears rang for a week, and where Shane's smile after blocking Ilya's game-winning shot was the most devastating fuck you either had witnessed.
So when Ilya shows up at Shane’s apartment at 2am on a Tuesday, barely standing, blood dried at his hairline and his hands shaking so badly he can barely knock, Shane doesn’t understand what to do at first, or why Ilya is here, of all places.
He opens the door.
Ilya has a split lip, bruises turning dark across his cheekbone, His eyes are hollow in a way Shane’s never seen them before. He tries so hard to hold himself together, there’s something about seeing him like this. Ilya, who’s never been anything but sharp, mean and untouchable, that makes Shane’s chest feel like it’s ready to cave in.
“Jesus Christ” Shane breathes. “Ilya-”
“Didn’t know where else to go.” Ilya’s accent is thicker when he’s barely holding on, all his carefully practiced English slipping. He won’t look at Shane. “I-sorry. This was stupid. I’ll-”
“Who did this to you.”