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Lestat cuts his hair. Louis likes it.
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Six times when Emma considered how Mr Knightly was indeed an unusual gentleman.
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One minute Elton wanted to lose himself in the moment, but then the next minute he wanted to grasp onto John and shake him. In which John Reid is an asshole and then makes up for it.
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Oneshot: It’s not like anything John’s heard him play before.
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John can sense his control faltering.
John Reid's POV of his first meeting with Elton John.
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I Got a Heart-Shaped Bruise (and it hurts like the thought of you) by Hartzy
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
29 Apr 2026
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Tampa Bay, Room 1217 missing scene
Between tears, laughter, and sex, Shane and Ilya find their footing again, and start to make room for something more.
Slots right into the missing space in Episode 5 and is canon compliant.Please note: this is a version of Chapter 3 of Hard Bruises for everyone who was not interested in canon divergence but still wanted the scene in Tampa Bay. Hard Bruises includes the Montreal Club AU scenes and much longer Tampa Bay chapter. If you have already read chapter 3 of Hard Bruises, you're set :) Nothing here will surprise you too much.
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21 Jul 2026
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Ilya had thought it was dumb, when Galina suggested it. A code word for when his mental health was bad—he and Shane didn’t even have a code word for sex, and Ilya was regularly tying Shane to the bed and slapping his ass until it was as red as a tomato.
“Is there a reason you’re calling me?” Shane asks now, voice echoey over the phone. “Or is this part of your strategy to win our argument?”
Ilya swallows hard. “Constantinople,” he says.
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Or: Ilya goes through a rough patch.
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19 Jul 2026
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“I always feel so safe with you,” Shane pants into the pillow as Ilya fucks into him. Shane flat on his belly on the bed, Ilya plastered on top of him like the world’s heaviest weighted blanket, their skin pressed together all the way from their knees to the nape of Shane’s neck. “So safe, so safe, I’m—oh, fuck, Ilya—“
By all measures, Ilya should be touched by this comment, if not wildly turned on. Instead, he finds he has to squeeze his eyes shut for a brief moment, hips stilling, to focus on thinking sexy thoughts so his cock doesn’t go soft.
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Ilya has some issues with the notion of safety, especially as it applies to him.
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19 Jul 2026
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“Sometimes, I wish he was a worse person,” Ilya admits one night, while he and Yuna are doing the dishes. Shane and Ilya had come over for chicken parmesan, and it had been a lovely dinner, right up until David, clearing the plates, mentioned that he had met a guy at the store the other day who was a big fan of Shane’s, had a kid who idolized him.
David asked if Shane could sign a piece of merchandise for him, maybe record a video. Shane said yes, because he had a rule, about doing things for child fans. Now, Shane was off shooting a video while Ilya did the dishes, and Ilya already knew the way it would require Shane to drag his public face up from the depths of his stomach, the work it would take him to shed it afterwards, the way it would taint this evening.
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19 Jul 2026
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Staring at the Sun by Nerve_Itch
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
20 May 2026
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The first sound Ilya hears is a thin, discordant symphony of beeps and whirs. Something vibrating.
The next thing he hears is…wet. A sort of shaking, gargling sound, that feels like the ugliest crying he’s ever heard. And through it, Shane’s voice.
“I’m with him now, mom. He’s— he’s not fine. He’s not. I know—”
Ilya wants to ask who's not fine, but he can’t feel his own body, his mouth, enough to ask.
“Yeah,” Shane is saying, only slightly calmer. “I know. He wasn’t breathing—"
Ilya knows there's a link, between the clinical musicality of medical settings, Shane’s audible, awful distress, and his own physical incapacity. It’s just, it’s so tenuous, and the air around him is so thick, so heavy. It would be easy, to sleep, a little.
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Footage of the last game between Ottawa and Montreal is everywhere; it’s breached containment from the sports world, and now it seems like everyone is baying for Montreal’s blood. Except, Ilya is oblivious. Not exactly blissfully so, but as the fight for accountability within the league rages on without him, Ilya just wants someone, anyone, to tell him what happened.- Language:
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