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If the Kremnoans truly decided to settle somewhere else, within the high clouds like the Skyfolk, an island in the distant sea, the mountain of legend that the city had first risen from, then Mydei wouldn’t object. Even if it took him far from Okhema’s high walls where so many of his friends still resided.
There was no reason for Mydei to stay. Not if his responsibilities led him elsewhere. Out of the many things that had once restrained him—a cursed prophecy, a burden of responsibility, a bloodstained crown, and a radiant Coreflame that bestowed upon him the name of Strife—Phainon refused to be another.
Life goes on within the Eternal Pages, including Castrum Kremnos’ mess of internal politics. Where the fortress will settle, now that disaster has been averted and peace restored, is yet undecided but up for debate among Kremnos’ citizens.
To Phainon the mere possibility of the final verdict is daunting enough.
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16 Jul 2026
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“I’m here,” Phainon said into the crown of his head.
Mydei’s hum rumbled from his chest and into Phainon’s own, sinking beneath the skin and reverberating off his bones to echo alongside his heartbeat. “I know.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Phainon said. Promised. His word didn’t mean much, just another thing he had forsaken, no honour, no glory, no love left when his heart had been scraped out so nothing remained but a burning fury set to scorch everything, everyone, in his path. But they hung in the still, silent air, and he knew they were true. He would make them come true—a wish only he could deliver. “Unless I wear down your patience and you chase me off with your spear.”
Mydei’s arms tightened around him, as though he would truly slip away, but he huffed a quiet laugh. “Don’t give yourself so much credit. This patience of mine will hold until long after both our hair has greyed.”
So it hadn’t been just an offhand statement. A slip of the tongue that issued another of their feckless challenges, thoughtless and then forgotten. Mydei really wanted that. To remain by each other’s side until their broad shoulders and golden glow, of strength, heroism, leadership, were abandoned to their youth left behind in the ripples of the past. Their likenesses would be engraved in stone, captured in paint, recorded in ink but the two of them would be withered grey—old when they had always died young.
The thought of it prickled Phainon’s eyes and clogged his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to clear the knot in his throat but the sound awkwardly warbled and the wobble carried into his trembling voice, “Sounds like a challenge.”
The back of Mydei’s head leaned against Phainon’s palm in a silent demand to let him go. His head tipped backwards to prop his chin against Phainon’s clavicle and reveal his gaze made tender by so much affection it was almost sickening, churning Phainon’s stomach. But he could never be without it either.
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But, now, all Mydei’s losses had been returned to him whole. Other people that weren’t Phainon and understood Mydei just as well, perhaps better after growing up alongside and raising a version of Mydei that Phainon had seldom seen. Only when he felt like torturing himself as a mere shadow of his former self, cast in dark corners and nightmares, did he steal a glimpse of the young prince yet to grow into the ferocious lion he would put down by his blade. Not only did they understand the Mydei that had come before but they could see for themselves the person he had become and work, in the present, united behind the future that Mydei wished to welcome.“Maybe our paths have diverged since then,” Phainon quietly mused.
He was thankful his voice had remained steadfast because any crack would have hung in the suffocatingly stagnant air on the cusp of something, like the moments before the sky unleashed a howling storm. Phainon kept his eyes low, on the sparkling jewel that sat heavy around Mydei’s neck, before he could be blinded by a strike of raging lightning.
“It was easy to fall in love with you,” Mydei said mildly. As casual as the rest of his heartstopping declarations that came so naturally to someone as honest as him. “But you’re mistaken if you think it was convenient to be in love with you. The animosity between our cities, the scrutiny of the councils, our reputations that needed to be preserved—our circumstances never made it simple to want more than your camaraderie.”
An awkward laugh fell from Phainon’s lips. Right. That made sense. Even back then, when Phainon was tainted by hatred but not yet consumed by it, before he was stained with sin, he had been well-liked but difficult to love. To everyone he had kept at arms-length, a safe distance to view a piece of pottery without noticing the faults, and Mydei who had been allowed that much closer.
“Despite the obstacles, our… inevitable end, I decided to nurture those emotions that would have been better smothered out. Phainon, I chose you. Over and over again—” he chuckled, a small smile lifting the corner of his lip and the rest of his expression with it, “—without even knowing it. And that won’t change even if we must go through billions of more cycles or overcome powers from beyond the stars.”
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be my baby by amongtheshadows
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
07 Jun 2026
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it's game day in new york and shane is the only person in the universe that can wrangle the absolute menace that is ilya rozanov
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- Part 9 of shane and ilya are (not) co-dependent
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08 Jun 2026
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Vegas Canon Divergence AU by Water_Nix
Fandom Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
30 Mar 2026
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26 May 2026
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Shane’s hearing is muffled, sound bubbling in and out like he’s swimming through the lake, dipping under the surface and back into the air. He can make out a word here and there, enough to know that Rozanov is trying to get him to breathe with him. He can feel the expansion of Rozanov’s lungs against his hands as he takes deep breaths in and lets them out. Shane tries to copy him, he does, but every inhale carries the scent of him, his cologne, his skin, his hair products. The scents are so familiar to him, and he wants more than anything for them to calm him, make him feel safe, but they are doing the opposite. Why are they still so familiar to him after not being anywhere near Rozanov for half a year? Why does he still want to shove his face against Rozanov’s throat and suck in every last last hint he can get?
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Ilya takes longer to arrive in the bathroom after they present the award together, leaving Shane time to sink into a full-blown panic attack. This leads to a very different night in Vegas and an earlier beginning to Shane and Ilya’s relationship
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very secret clickable link please ignore
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23 May 2026
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Ilya Rozanov fined $5000 for flipping a camera the bird from the New York Admiral’s press box
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Ilya returns to Boston after the cottage and finds Svetlana waiting in his kitchen. With wine and vodka and ready to look him straight in the eye and ask, “So it went well then, with your Shane?”
Ilya caves and tells her everything. Because clearly she already knows. She always knows.
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“I want him to meet you,” Ilya says.
She beams at him then, nodding, but he winces, adds, “Although maybe I didn’t do a very good job of... he’s jealous of you, I think. My fault. He might not want to meet you. He might... Ah, blyat.”
Sveta is giving him another look. Another ‘you are very stupid but I love you’ look. He waits her out.
Sveta sighs. “So you are telling me that you were here in Boston, burning down everything around you because he was dating Rose Landry. And that boy was sitting at home jealous of me.”
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22 May 2026
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"I just—I should be thankful we haven’t seen this side of him on home ice, eh?”
Ilya frowned at the comment. “What do you mean?”
“Shane’s captain voice is very different from his teammate voice.” Wyatt shrugged simply. “He’s a lot more proactive here. And louder. He sees everything and he doesn’t hesitate to point it out. But at home, he leaves that to you and Wiebe and Bood.”
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Shane has some scars from his time with Montreal that still linger. It takes Ilya a hot minute to stumble onto the fact, and just a little longer to confront it head on.
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16 May 2026
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“Shane. Solnyshko. Lyubimiy. You know this is not true. You know—why didn’t you tell me you felt like this earlier?” He demanded, angrier for him than at him. “We said we would talk about things now. We said—”
“Because it didn’t really matter.” He could feel the carefully nonchalant shrug against him, which only told him it did matter, at least a little. “Not really. I’m here now. We’ll probably retire here someday. Together, even, maybe. I don’t really have to deal with being captain ever again, which is probably the best outcome for everyone involved. So why think about it?”
A horrible thought occurred to him.
“Is that why you chose Ottawa?” Ilya asked him quietly. “Is that why—Vegas was ready to offer you what was probably one of the most expensive contracts in league history and the ‘C’. Did you pick Ottawa because we didn’t? Because we couldn’t?”
“I picked Ottawa for you, for us.” The ferocity that had abandoned his husband finally returned with that statement. Shane leaned upward to glare at him, as though that would drill his words into Ilya’s brain. “I didn’t pick Ottawa because I wanted to avoid being captain. That was just a bonus. I picked Ottawa because I wanted to live with my husband, and Ottawa made that possible. I was tired of the distance and the pain and the waiting, just like you were. I wanted us to build a life together, Ilya, and live it together, and that matters more than hockey to me. I have all the hockey milestones I need. I have my cups. I have—”
“You have a legacy.”
“I have my laurels,” Shane corrected him lowly, and most would have missed it, but his contrition was as clear as day to Ilya. “Laurels that aren’t worth a legacy when the people I won them with didn’t blink twice before disavowing me. Which is why I know they don’t really matter. I could have gone to Vegas. I could have added to the trophies. I could have…it doesn’t really matter what I could have done. If I had sacrificed us to get there, they would have been just as worthless as the cups I already have are.”
Ilya had not doubted the love his husband had for him, but…
“Your cups are not worthless,” Ilya corrected Shane just as lowly but more gently.
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“No,” he spoke over his husband firmly. “I’m talking now. A bad captain does not lead any team, even a good team, to a Stanley Cup. But a good captain can’t banish all the rot if he doesn’t have enough support either. No one man can do that all on his lonesome. You think I would have had it this easy in Boston? No, solnyshko, Boston would have been as hard as Montreal. Maybe worse; who knows? I can count on one hand the teammates who would have stood behind me, maybe fewer. I was lucky with Ottawa. Management backed me. Coach Wiebe backed me. I had support. Hunter was lucky in New York. Admirals ownership backed him. Overwhelmingly. The turnover on that team was one for the records after a cup win, and you know it. They even had to get a new coach. You just weren’t as lucky in Montreal, Shane. Management didn’t back you, teammates didn’t back you, and you couldn’t jump ship before disaster struck.”
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“Yes, but I never wanted to overstep. Or—or take your place.”“Making the right choice is not overstepping.” Ilya thought back to his earlier words. “Is this why you’ve been holding back? Because you think you might overstep?”
“I’m not really holding back anything the others don’t already know or see.” Shane shook his head insistently. “Everything I see on game tape or on ice, the coaching staff has probably seen anyway, and if they miss it, you and Bood don’t. I’m not some savant who sees more than you all do, Ilya. I just—this was your team, yes? I came in as a player. A good player, yes, but just a player. I didn’t come here to step on any toes or exert influence that I hadn’t earned. I didn’t come here to tell people how to do their jobs when they’ve been doing it fine without me.”
“You are an idiot, lyubimiy.” Ilya snorted at his justification. “You are Shane fucking Hollander. If anyone has earned the right to step on toes, it is you. You think anyone gets Shane Hollander and asks him to be just a player? No team is that dumb, kotik. Teams weren’t falling over themselves, offering you the eye-watering contracts they were to get just a player. They wanted the Shane Hollander package. So do I. If I had not thought you maybe deserved a little break to enjoy your hockey without responsibilities, I would have pulled you into our strategy meetings on your very first week here. But I thought you deserved to ease in at your leisure. I thought you were happy, Shane. I was wrong. I didn’t realize you were being an idiot still.”
“I am happy! And I was not being an idiot—”
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“Ilya.”“If the only reason you have for saying no is stupid notion that you think you make a bad captain, then I won’t hear it.”
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a flood that wrecked our home by boginyagroz
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
11 May 2026
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“Please say something.” Pike sounded miserable, and even with his mind hollowed out, Ilya felt a twinge of satisfaction. “I know you hate me. Just say it. I deserve it.”
Ilya’s mouth opened, but before he could say something, Shane sat up. He looked at Pike, his face flat, but Ilya saw the paleness in his cheeks where a beautiful flush usually sat.
“I do, Hayden. I do really hate you right now.”
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or: Hayden Pike accidentally outs Ilya and Shane through his FanMail video. Except the “accident” isn’t an excuse anymore.
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- Part 2 of strike, you’re out, pike
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10 May 2026
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bruised knuckles (get kissed better) by GeneralDisarray
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
02 Apr 2026
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“I want to kill them, of course. I want to hit them until the ice is covered in blood and they need ambulance to take them home.” Ilya pauses. “But I will not. If you do not want me to.”
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It's the Ottawa Centaurs' first game against the Metros since Shane left Montreal. Shane wants to win. Ilya just wants to punch people. They strike up a deal.
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04 Apr 2026
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sure thing by alspancakes
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
17 Feb 2026
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These were just a couple kids, at the end of the day. Boys. Barely nineteen, though in a few months, their lives would completely change. They’d be the biggest new stars in hockey. It was almost a gift, in a sense, to witness them now, like this. Untouched by true fame.
Just boys.
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or, ten years of Shane and Ilya, as seen through the lens of the 2010 CCM shoot photographer
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19 Feb 2026
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Five times Shane Hollander doesn't ask for help (but gets it anyway) and once when he does.
Or: A collection of incredibly gratuitous soft moments between your two favorite hockey players.
Sister work to "The Only Exception."
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10 Feb 2026
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After waking from a particularly rough nightmare, Phainon becomes painfully aware of the Heir's instinctual reactions to him – eyes widening in momentary terror, shivering at the lightest, sudden touch. He knows they forgive him, but knowing they're afraid of him sometimes still pierces his heart like an arrow.
And then, Mydei suddenly becomes distant.
He spirals.
A/N: small hiatus
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- Part 4 of Deliverance
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04 Feb 2026
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“There you are.”
He jerks, head whipping around.
Khaslana stands in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, leaning against the frame. In the dim room, his blue eyes shine, giving off an almost eerie light, pin him in place.
Mydeimos clears his throat and properly turns around, wringing his hands. “Where else would I be?”
“I don’t know,” Khaslana says, lips pursing, a crease in his brow.
Shit, did he forget about something?
“Maybe the training grounds.”
Oh.
“Fuck. Sorry, that totally slipped my mind.”
“It’s fine.” His eyes dip to the box on the counter. “You went out to eat?”
“Uh, yeah. Haephestion dragged me along.” He feels slightly guilty about lying to him for this, but he really wants to keep him and Audata’s efforts a secret for now.
Khaslana makes a dull sound in the back of his throat. “Then I guess you’re not hungry?”
“Not yet.”
There’s a tension in the air Mydeimos can’t quite identify, though it's thick enough to weigh heavy in his lungs, makes him fumble with the bottom of his shirt.
“Cipher’s grilling right now. I’ll just go alone, then.”
“Wait- huh?”
“It’s fine, really, Mydei. You look tired anyway. Go get some rest. I’ll join you later.”
And with that, Khaslana turns and is out the door before Mydeimos can wrack his brain to say something.
Listening to the door fall into the hinge, he chews on his lip, glancing back down at the leftovers.
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Here’s my Achilles’ heel by mrbusinessman (ifyoudo)
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
20 Jan 2026
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For a second Ilya pauses, then he opens the door and steps inside. Yuna is sitting on the hospital bed with her leg wrapped in a cast. Besides her lifted leg, there are no obvious signs indicating anything even happened. They barely look at each other before wheezing laughter echoes throughout the room.
Five times Yuna needs Ilya’s help and one time he needs hers.
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30 Jan 2026
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“It’s one of your superstitions, right?” Hayden asked. “Like my hat. It’s your good luck shirt.”
Shane felt a chill run down his spine.
He hadn’t thought anyone would notice. In truth, he’d barely noticed himself. It wasn’t something he was actively doing. It wasn’t like his weight circuit or his diet or his night routine. It wasn’t meditation or yoga or cross-training. Those were all things he did with meticulous, painstaking purpose. This was just… this was something else. This wasn’t thought driven. If he was being honest, it barely had to do with hockey. It maybe was one of the only things in his life that didn’t have to do with hockey. If he was stressed, he wore the shirt and it made him feel a little bit better. It just so happened that most of the time he was stressed about something to do with hockey. That was it. It was just a feeling.
A feeling of calm that came from Ilya Rozanov’s shirt.
OR: Shane accidentally wore Ilya's shirt back to the hotel after it things started to feel Too Real. What if he kept the shirt?
OR: 5 Times Someone Noticed Shane's New Favorite Shirt + 1 Time Shane Realized Ilya Still Had His Too
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18 Jan 2026
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"I don't know, I only just noticed, I didn't—"
"We would've heard if it fell on the dock, right? The clunk?"
Shane's heart broke a little, because it meant Ilya had finally come to the same realization as him.
The crucifix was in the water.
Ilya’s chain breaks without him noticing. Shane comes to the rescue.
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12 Jan 2026
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Over and over again, he searched and dove and snagged breaths, and got glimpses of his heartbroken husband. He wasn't going to stop, damn it. Not until Ilya had his mother's cross again. Truly, Shane never should've found it. Two inches of metal, and a small city’s worth of water.
But the sun was going down, and light was coming into the water at an angle, and a single sunbeam caught on a little golden crucifix, just under the edge. Shane saw the flash, the blinding white reflection, and he locked on like a shark to blood. He dove, and he grabbed, and he had it.
It almost felt better than winning the Stanley Cup. It was best medal he'd ever received. Once the cross was safely tucked into his hand, he pushed himself back up onto the dock and knee-walked until he and Ilya were only a few inches apart.
"Ilya." Shane ran a hand along his shoulder, holding the little piece of metal in his open palm. "Ilya, look. It's okay."
Slowly, Ilya looked up again. Shane could see every emotion on his face—the original misery, then the shock of seeing what was in Shane's hands, and then the smile and tears as the relief set in.
Shane had never seen such reassurance overtake his husband's features, and god, was he grateful for it, was he grateful to see Ilya's pained expression turn calm. Sure, a few leftover tears spilled, and yeah, Ilya was still hiccuping, but he wasn't crying. He was happy again.
"I didn't… I thought it was sweet of you to look, I did not think you would…"
Poor thing. He could barely even talk. Shane shushed him gently and kissed his nose.
"You married the most determined man in the NHL, remember? Of course I found it."
"The luckiest, maybe."
"Maybe the universe helped me find it."
Ilya turned the cross over in his hand. "It seems to help us a lot." He was still sniveling.
With a wet, cold hand, Shane pushed Ilya's hair out of his face and cradled his cheek. "We'll get two chains, okay? Thin ones. And if one breaks, the other one will be there as a backup. You'll be wearing it again tomorrow."
Ilya nodded slowly, staring into Shane's eyes, as though they were the only thing that could rescue him.
"Thank you," he whispered, leaning into Shane's hand.
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"None of what you have gone through is your fault, do you hear me?”
He knows his voice is going to break as he speaks his next words, but he says them anyway. “But my fa-my father-“
“Was wrong.” She scoots just a bit closer to him, and when he doesn’t pull away, she wraps her arms around him so fiercely he can’t help the sob that escapes him, and he clings to her like she’s his mother.
orYuna tells Ilya it’s not his fault. Because he needs to hear it.
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11 Jan 2026
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thank you, montreal by strwbrryfox
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
23 Dec 2025
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Ilya took his face in his hands and smacked a kiss onto his cheek, making Shane laugh, which was probably the desired effect.
Harris left with his photos a few moments later, promising Ilya that they’d be seeing them all on the official Centaurs account soon.
“You should make caption, ‘Thank you, Montreal,’” Ilya called after him. “Tag the fuckers too!”
or, shane scores his first goal as a centaur, ilya is a very proud husband.
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29 Dec 2025
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you don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own by playexodus
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
26 Dec 2025
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Ilya had realized it the moment he’d opened his eyes a few days prior, too warm under the covers to be comfortable. Nothing had even happened yet, but he'd felt immediately distant from himself. Like somewhere between sleeping and waking, he’d stepped out of his body and into another.
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27 Dec 2025
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“But since the end of the season, I’ve been waking up with this terrible feeling,” he said, waving a hand around his chest. “It’s hard to explain. I feel…if I open up my chest, there would be nothing but empty space inside. And how could I tell Shane that? How could I possibly tell the person that makes me the happiest man in the world, that I feel like an impostor in his wonderful life?” He felt himself start crying again, all his carefully built habits to mask his feelings deserting him at once. “He doesn’t deserve that. He’s done nothing to make me feel that way. And then I just want to go home, to my mother - but I can’t.” He threw up his hands. “So what am I supposed to do? My father is gone, my mother is gone, my brother is terrible and I can’t do anything about it. I couldn’t do anything for my parents, for anyone, and it’s killing me. I might never know what my niece likes.”
“Ilya,” Sveta said softly.
“I miss home, but I have no home left in Russia. I have nowhere to go. I’m not - needed anywhere.” His voice broke, and he buried his face in his hands.
She gave him a long, sad look. Then she handed him a box of tissues from the side table.
“I want you to listen when I say this.” She waited until he nodded before continuing. “You have done enough. You are everything, Ilya. Yes - don’t look at me like that - you are. That place, your father and your brother, they were never home for you. They were your blood, but not your family.” She squeezed his hand. “You deserve a home and a family that needs you. That loves you, not just what you can give. Give yourself permission, okay? Put down roots in the place where you belong, for once in your life.”
Something inside of Ilya clicked back into place, his body feeling just a little more like his own.
Give yourself permission.
“Okay,” he said slowly. “Okay.”
Sveta kissed his forehead. “I love you. And I’m sorry if I pushed you too hard - I can wait until you’re ready to introduce me to Shane.”
Ilya smiled, despite himself. “It was actually his idea to invite you to visit. He could tell I wasn’t feeling like myself.” He took a deep breath. “Want to meet him? Tomorrow, for dinner.”
She grinned. “Sure. Let’s have dinner with your sweet and lovely Shane.”
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listen how the heart beats lying next to him by pumpkinless
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
25 Dec 2025
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Every time a text came through about flight times, Shane thought that would be the last one. That Ilya would say, no, actually, but I cannot come to your home over the summer and fuck you in your bed for two weeks and kiss and play house like we are boyfriends, because we are hockey rivals and this has been a seven year long mistake. Also, I will be blocking your phone number and never want to see you again unless I am beating you on the ice.
He had doubted every second until Ilya was finally in his car in the airport parking garage.
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26 Dec 2025
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5+1 involving lots of sleepy cuddles
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18 Dec 2025
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let's spend forever together by nocttis
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
04 Nov 2025
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Mydei does the math in his head. It’s July right now, therefore… Phainon should only be three months older than him. He scoffs. “Don’t get too cocky. Three months is hardly a difference.”
“I wasn’t trying to be cocky!” Phainon insists. Despite Mydei’s cold words, Phainon seems too happy. “So you’re an October baby, huh? Were you born on Halloween?”
For a moment, Mydei wonders why his friends and Cyrene left him with this guy again. Then he feels a sharp pain in his head, and the memory of Phainon catching him before he faceplanted onto the ground resurfaces. He resigns himself to his fate.
Mydei goes to Aedes Elysiae for the summer. He doesn't expect to meet the love of his life there.
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06 Nov 2025