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  2. Summary

    A collection of the sickfic I've written for Heated Rivalry/Game Changers

    There's no continuity between them, so it's 0% necessary to read the others or read them in order.

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  4. Summary

    Fics I wrote in the course of 5-10 minutes for prompts from VampirePam and then edited/expanded.

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    3
  5. Summary

    A collection of the fics I've written in which Castiel is both sick and human but previously an angel (so no AUs, unless they're canon divergent....which due to the whole human!Cas thing is probably all of them).

    There's no continuity between them, so it's 0% necessary to read the others or read them in order.

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    Works:
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    Bookmarks:
    37

Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark *

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    ”Shane looks up at Ilya again, and there’s a look on Ilya’s face he can’t put a name on. It’s a mix of lust, fondness and something. It’s a familiar look though, and just as Shane is about to ask what Ilya is planning to do-

    ”Touch yourself. I want to watch you, Hollander.”

    There’s a lot of things that’s happening at the same time. Shane shivers, because Ilya’s voice is low, demanding, dominating. His heart starts to hammer, and then it clicks. The look on Ilya’s face is familiar, because it has happened before. In Vegas. In 2014.”

    or Ilya accidentally re-creates the Vegas situation. Shane tries to be on board, but then isn’t. Enter comfort and softness and love.

    *Added chapter 2!!!
    ”You want to do it again? Shane, what-”
    ”Not the whole thing, obviously. The sex part. Maybe with kissing-”
    Ilya had made a ’tsk’-sound with a smirk on his lips. ”Always kissing now, Hollander.”
    Shane had grinned. ”Yeah, so. Can we?”

    Or, Shane wants to re-create the Vegas scene.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
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    Chapters:
    2/2
    Comments:
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    128
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    09 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark *

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    It happens in an instant.

    Over Ilya’s shoulder, Shane sees the doctor and Wiebe give each other a look, and in a sudden bout of impatient anxiety, Shane ends up saying the words that come to ruin everything.

    “Don’t touch me.”

    The effect is instantaneous. Ilya’s hands fly to his sides, and Shane gets a front row seat as Ilya’s heart breaks before his very eyes. Eyes dimming and lips trembling in slow, painful technicolor.

    It causes Shane’s heart to break, too, and he vows, immediately, never to see such a look cross his husband’s face again.

    OR Shane embarks on a mission to heal his husband’s heart, one PDA at a time.

    Language:
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    Words:
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    Chapters:
    3/3
    Comments:
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    Bookmarks:
    3,786
    Hits:
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    06 Feb 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 42

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    On the night of the game against Boston, Shane felt like he was on top of the world. A month later, he felt like the world was on top of him. He wasn't alone in that feeling.

    Now with an added timestamp.

    Language:
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    Words:
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    Chapters:
    2/2
    Comments:
    12
    Kudos:
    307
    Bookmarks:
    42
    Hits:
    7,234

    03 Feb 2026

  4. Rec *

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    TROY:
    Is there such a thing as a player walk out? Like what if we just refused to play our game on Monday?

    Or: The first few days after Shane and Ilya are outed, as told by group chats and social media

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    3,766
    Chapters:
    2/2
    Collections:
    12
    Comments:
    518
    Kudos:
    13,951
    Bookmarks:
    2,488
    Hits:
    58,592

    27 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    #LetThemPlay

  5. Rec 4

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    “Thio, babe? You with me?” I ask as his face scrunches with unwilling alertness. He blinks, slowly, squinting against the light. 

    “Seb?” he whispers, and that one syllable sounds like it dug its claws into the sides of his throat and shredded him apart on its way out. 

    “Hey,” I say, scratching at the shaved side of his head. “You don’t look so hot.”

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    5,283
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    12
    Kudos:
    26
    Bookmarks:
    4
    Hits:
    133

    17 Jan 2026