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There was always an angle.
Regulus had grown up in a house where there was always an angle, where kindness was currency and warmth was transactional and every smile had a price printed somewhere in the fine print if you looked closely enough. He knew how to read it. He was good at reading it.
He just hadn't found James's angle yet, and that bothered him more than he was willing to admit.
He finished his coffee, set the mug on his desk in its specific place on its specific coaster, and pulled up his training schedule on his phone.
First practice of the new term. Nine o'clock. He had forty minutes.
He pushed James Potter's smile to the back of his mind — firmly, deliberately, with prejudice — and went to get ready.
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24 Jun 2026
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Regulus blinks. “What do you want?”
“What?” the person asks again as they step into the sphere of light emanating from the booth window, and Regulus sees it's a boy, with his glasses askew on the bridge of his nose and flecks of copper in his eyes. He’s wearing a beet red jacket that looks like it’s seen better days, and a shirt for some environmental organization Regulus has never heard of before, the cartoon earth gap-toothed and smiling. His skin is dark and flustered as they regard each other, and his tongue pokes between his teeth when he says, “I’m here for the auditions. Play. Theater. Yes.”
This is also what Regulus knows: fall play auditions are definitely not until after school tomorrow.
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loser theater kids and the ephemeral nature of youth
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“What are you doing here?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” James said with a grin, flashing straight, white teeth. “Decided to take a midnight stroll. You?”
“Could you stroll in any other part of the campus?” Regulus responded.
“Oh,” James murmured, smile faltering. “Well, I didn’t mean to intrude. I didn’t know you would be here, and I heard you playing and it was really, very good.”
“Wonderful,” he said, voice dry. “Now if you would be so kind and leave.”
“Can I listen?” James blurted. His nose scrunched after the words left his lips, and he reached up to scrub his fingers at the skin just beneath his eyes, behind the lenses of his round-rimmed glasses.
“No.”
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Or, Regulus wants to be a classical pianist but can only bring himself to practice at night, and James has insomnia and finds music is the perfect cure. An exploration of Regulus's mind and struggle with the Black family, his journey to accepting himself, and his path to mending broken relationships, building new ones, and maybe, possibly, finding love. (circa 70s in a boarding school much like Hogwarts, only muggle)
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10 Jun 2026
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let me be the fire (that keeps you warm) by brightlyburning
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
13 Jun 2026
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The touch burned: broad strength, casually possessive, callused fingertips dragging across the cloth of his shirt. Shane was six feet and near ninety kilograms of muscle, and Rozanov touched him and steered him like he expected to be obeyed, and Shane-
He leaned back, caught by the unthinking pull of Rozanov's dominance. Leaned into Rozanov's hand before his brain could even come online and beg for the silence submission promised, body too stupid and touch-starved to know any better. Too easy.
Shame welled hot in his throat. He controlled the instinctual jerk away and covered it with a step forward, allowing Rozanov's hand to slide off his back as he ducked towards the bar entrance.
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Shane Hollander, newly free of Montreal and all its memories, is ready to start a new life as the alternate captain for the Ottawa Centaurs. His need to submit, his post-concussion syndrome, his nightmares - he can plan for them, control them, and deny them.
Too bad no plans survive contact with the immovable object that is Ilya Rozanov, the Centaurs' captain.
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09 Jun 2026
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Shane sees an Instagram Reel on JJ's phone of Ilya and his women in every city. It sends him into a spiral that only Ilya can get him out of.
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A tiny bit AU where Tuna Melt Day doesn't end in a disaster and things go a little differently from there.
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“I want. I fucking want. Please don’t stop.” Shane begged, brushing a hand up the back of Ilya’s head. He caught hold of Ilya’s curls and tugged softly. Ilya moaned. “I just need…”
“Tell me, baby. Let me give you what you need.” The words were laced with Ilya’s plea. “Let me take care of my baby. Tell me.”
“Can I have the control now? Let me own you tonight the way you own me.”
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- Part 10 of Stolen Moments
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09 Jun 2026