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Nip it in the Bud by PiratePam
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
07 Feb 2026
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“What? But I…Aren’t we going to…” Shane stuttered and Ilya tipped his head to the side, a sympathetic half-smile on his lips. “I’m not sick! Is this what this is? You think I’m sick?” Shane said, not quite yelling but raising his voice, almost to prove he could. Unfortunately for him, a solitary cough escaped him at the very same time, despite his efforts to stifle it.
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Ilya takes care of a sick Shane, whether Shane wants him to or not.
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“You need to spread your hands more mate,” Ed suggests as he lines back up opposite of Stede. “Just imagine that at the top of the net is a big, juicy ass you want to–”
“I know how to block a hit thank you very much!” Stede interrupts with a yell, hoping the blush on his face looks like exertion from the exercise.
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Stede and the crew join a sand volleyball league and meet the infamous Krakens led by Blackbeard! Dorky, sports themed flirting ensues.
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Bookbind - Save The Best for Last by BeaBonnet29 by PiratePam for BeaBonnet29
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
27 Nov 2023
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Edward Teach has the most popular booth at the Providence Marketplace. He's The Pickle Guy! He runs this place...
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Ed laughed again softly. “Yeah, I know. Just didn’t want to come on too strong.”
“But I love how strong you are.” Stede said before he could stop the words.
Ed the football coach, teaches Stede a thing or two, both on and off the field.
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Washed Up, Irrelevant by lavery
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
08 Feb 2026
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Shane Hollander ranks hockey players; number five will surprise you!“Who’s the third?” Shane asked with seemingly genuine confusion.
“What?”
“The third player.” Shane clarified, “In the big three of active players? I mean it’s me and Ilya, right?”
Amelia nodded mutely whilst Luca Haas, who had been asked the question, stared at Shane with wide eyes.
“So, who’s the third?” Shane’s face took on a contemplative look.
“Scott Hunter?” Amelia said with confusion.
“Hunter?” Shane looked surprised. “Why?”
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To be clear, Ilya is grateful the rookies aren’t growing up the way he did in the NHL. Ilya took the hazing to the chin – humiliation rituals, beat downs, grueling practices to prove he could “hang” with the big guns on the team.
That being said, there’s still some part of Ilya that balks at the request by the gaggle of rookies to watch The Iron Giant, a veritable children’s movie at the team’s latest movie night.
OR: Five times Shane and Ilya were the support system for the Centaur rookies they dreamed of having when they were younger.
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06 Feb 2026
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“That one with the leather and the hair, he’s getting cast for sure.”
“Oh, yeah. Doesn’t even matter if you can actually bake, when you look like that!”
“He’ll be this year’s Chigs, or Sandro. Everyone’s flavor, you know?”When Ed Teach gets cast on The Great British Bake Off, he understands the assignment. Look hot on camera, banter with the judges, bake memorable shit.
He isn’t there to make trouble. He isn't there to make friends.
And he certainly isn’t there to fall in love with fellow baker Stede Bonnet.
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Edward Teach is a pop star about to embark on his latest tour when he develops vocal nodes. Stede Bonnet is the voice specialist who treats him. Sparks fly.
“Right. And could you please describe your singing voice to me? Or sing something you feel showcases your voice, if you feel comfortable. For my usual clientele, I’d suggest their go-to audition song, but I don’t get the sense that you do much auditioning.”
There’s a long pause during which Stede takes note of the guy’s eyes. Not a literal case note, that would be inappropriate. His eyes are large and brown and expressive, quicksand eyes. Eyes a person could get lost in. Right now, they’re slightly narrowed at Stede. He seems to decide something.
“Listen,” the client says. “I appreciate you not wanting to make it weird, but I promise I’m used to it.”
“Used to it?” Stede asks, and there go the eyes again. Stede has the oddest sense of being taken apart, exposed, like the recurring dream he has of walking through the halls of his secondary school without a single stitch of clothing on, down to the same vague, unsettling sense that it should be more awkward than it is.
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Stede draws his attention back to the head massage, alternating pressure from the kind of bruising that’s enough to knead a migraine away, to gentle, delicate strokes through his hair. He grows almost meditative with it, forcing his eyes away from Ed’s face and simply enjoying the feeling of body heat and cool, damp-silk hair against his palms. Truthfully, he could do this for hours, rather than the usual three-to-five minutes that’s usually afforded to customers when they…
When…
It’s been longer than three-to-five minutes.
A quick glance at the clock reveals it’s been far, far longer than three-to-five minutes.
Stede doesn’t mind, obviously. And Ed doesn’t seem to be about to question it. But the snide little Lucius-like voice in the back of his mind points out that almost twenty fucking minutes is maybe a bit of an overkill.
Stede yanks his hands away from Ed’s hair like it’s covered in bleach.
“Okey-doke!” Stede manages, voice shrill and a little strangled.
From across the salon, the real Lucius snorts.
(OR: Stede's a hair stylist. Ed shows up for an appointment. And shows up. And shows up. And shows up...)