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gently, as a sun rises by cor_aeterna
Fandoms: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), Star Wars - All Media Types
23 May 2017
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After everything, they travel.
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you, plural.
or: Svetlana has Ilya, and then she does not.
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Of course Ilya had known that Shane would come back but it was gratifying, still, the text from Jane, Can we meet up when you’re here tomorrow, I don’t care where. I really need to see you. The intimation, probably accidental, that Shane was so very desperate he was open to the idea of Ilya fucking him in the street. Ilya typed and deleted many potential replies, which was not characteristic of him.
(Or: Shane gets blackmailed. Ilya handles it.)
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ghosts we've always known by impetuous
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
26 Jan 2026
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“Seeing you smile like that, it makes me want to give you all of this,” he called out, making a sweeping gesture across the ice.
Shane turned back to look at him, eyes bright, and laughed. “Canadian Tire Centre? I know you’re rich, Rozanov, but an entire arena is a pretty big real estate investment.”
Ilya pushed off, skating to a stop in front of him, knowing his expression had morphed into something serious. “Hockey, Hollander. It should have been yours.”
Or, everything that happens when your dreams don’t come true.
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good on my own accord by impetuous
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
21 Feb 2026
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No serious hockey fan or sports commentator worth their salt would have considered record-breaking Boston superstar Ilya Rozanov to be Shane Hollander’s rival exactly, but sleeping with a man who had a specific offense-related vendetta against him and a wrist shot like a jet engine to back it up was probably ill-advised just the same.
Or, Shane is a goalie. Ilya can’t score.
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“Do I dream?” Hollander repeats. When Ilya nods, he says, “Yes? Why?” His eyebrows bunch together. “Wait, you’re not—do you mean in like, a sex way?”
“No,” Ilya says, watching that flush spread. “But I like your idea better. What do I do in these dreams?”
Choking, Hollander says, “Fuck off.”
He is his mother’s son.