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Lance is under no hallucination when he says he’s an attractive person. He IS attractive. Hunk thinks so, his mom thinks so- the people who truly matter all agree that Lance McClain is one fine piece of ass. So it was only a matter of time before everyone else started noticing it too.
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10 Jul 2026
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“Wait, so the Galra are litterbugs ?” Lance asks, indignance clear in his voice. Lance can see Keith roll his eyes so hard all the way down the table he’s surprised they don’t fall out of his head.
“As if you care about the environment.” He scoffs. And what the hell?! Keith’s being so much snippier than usual, which is saying something because even on a good day he’s just a know-it-all little bitch .
“I was the President of the Ocean Life Conservation Club back at the Garrison, Asshole!” Lance yells, standing up from his chair. His full stomach instantly protests at the quick movement, cramping slightly.
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Lance flushes clear up to his hairline, the heat of it frying his brain. “Are there any other incorrect observations you wanna make? Or can we go to bed?”
Keith misses nothing, tracking the warmth blooming all over Lance’s face with keen eyes. “None that you’d admit to,” he says in a murmur.
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Lance and Keith share a bed.
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09 Jul 2026
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Lonely is the Night by grapenehi
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
09 Mar 2026
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It was two years on from returning Leia to her adoptive parents on Alderaan, and it wasn't that Obi-Wan didn't think he deserved to be haunted by his former Padawan; he knew he very much did. But at least all his previous visions had had the decency to stay outside. And silent.
Now Obi-Wan has an apparition of Darth Vader showing up in his home on Tatooine, standing over him in his kitchen, and sitting down with him at mealtimes. And, to make matters worse, he keeps saying the oddest things.
Things like, "I'm sorry," and "I killed Emperor Palpatine," and "I handed the Imperial government over to Bail Organa in exchange for your address."
Worst of all: "I love you, Obi-Wan."
Crazy old wizard, indeed.
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04 Mar 2026
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Obi-Wan wouldn't mind dying, but he would hate for it to be slow and messy.
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Obi-Wan's Anakin. Not the horrifying monster in black or the confused, yellow-eyed boy who'd tried to kill him. Not the person who had mercilessly cut down children or strangled a young father to death. Obi-Wan's Anakin had shone brightly in the Force and treated droids like they were people. He had sassed his Master and loved harder than anyone Obi-Wan had ever known.
But that was part of the problem, wasn't it? In the end. Those hadn't been two separate people. The real Darth Vader was out there, right now, calling someone else Master and murdering indiscriminately because he had a fragile, easily broken heart and more connection to the Force than any one person should. Obi-Wan's heart was breaking for a boy who'd placed his unwavering, unshakeable faith in all the wrong people, all the wrong causes.
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"Yes; yep; okay," Darth Vader said, and the door slid shut and all was quiet again. Obi-Wan bit his lip and tried not to think about how ridiculous the word 'yep' had sounded coming out of that fearsome, mechanical mask.
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No, that wasn't fair. Obi-Wan deserved this. Obi-Wan deserved a vision of what was left of Anakin Skywalker, miserable and alone and desperate, because that's what he was. That's who Obi-Wan had made him to be. Anakin was trapped in a prison he and Obi-Wan had built together.
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And maybe that was nothing more than his own wishful thinking. Obi-Wan was not, in fact, sure that the Force was going to allow them this. There were so, so many sentients in the galaxy who deserved happiness more than they did. So many more people who had caused far less hurt than either Obi-Wan or Anakin. Cosmically, it didn't make any logical sense.
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The medical droids had had to break his ribs to do it, cracking open his chest cavity, and Anakin had been in so much pain afterward that he'd passed out the first time he'd coughed after surgery. But he kept on living, because Obi-Wan had asked him to.
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Luke grinned back. "Hi, Ben!" he greeted cheerfully. "Thanks for bringing my dad to me."
Obi-Wan found himself nearly choking back a sob as, first Luke, then Anakin, then Obi-Wan, took one hesitant step forward.
"Luke," he said thickly, "you are so very welcome."
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“Come on,” Comeau says. “Are we all just supposed to pretend it's normal that you’re still playing house with Ilya Rozanov?”
“Gil—” J.J. says, but Shane doesn’t want him to finish that sentence, to pull Comeau gently off the ledge he’s steering himself toward. Shane wants to push him, kicking and screaming, to make them say it to his fucking face. That after all this time, they still hate him for the heinous crime of falling in love.
“We’ve been married for two years,” Shane says. “I’m not sure that qualifies as playing house. I mean, it’s longer than you were with your first wife, isn’t it?”
Or: Shane reunites with his former teammates at J.J.'s bachelor party. He's finally ready to say (and maybe punch) his piece.
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23 Feb 2026
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A man is dead at Draco Malfoy's hands, and the consequences will reverberate for Sirius, for Harry, for the wizarding world entire, and, most of all, for Voldemort. It is not so easy, though, to forsake his parents and his old friends in Slytherin, as he is forced to choose what he will become and who he will leave behind. The only certainty left to Draco is his own power, which is becoming stronger and stranger and more and more dangerous.
Almost as dangerous as how much he loves Harry Potter.
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10 Feb 2026
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"Yes, you have once again managed to beat up our fifteen-year-old ward, I'm so impressed," Remus deadpanned,
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"Draco," Remus reminded him for the fiftieth time, "You know we're trying to wane you off the dark magic, sweetheart," and Draco made his most innocent, helpless face at him.
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Harry was forbidden from spending the night with Draco, though he did end up coming up more nights before the trial, after nightmares. He seemed instinctively to seek out Draco, who generally had nothing more constructive to provide than making fun of him.
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Harry had been smart to secure the promise before dropping the name. Some Slytherin in that one after all.
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Draco felt his hair swing into Harry's face and rather smother it, but Harry didn't seem bothered.
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Harry stared with interest as they went through the Auror cubicles. Father had used to threaten Draco with signing him up to become an Auror if he was too badly-behaved. He hadn't been able to imagine anything more undignified than running around as a common member of law enforcement.
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Draco confined himself to a quick hug and whisper of "Bloody hell Luna it's you my favorite cousin I missed you so much wah Luna it's Luna" before he pulled her beside him, holding her hand on top of the table.
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"Longbottom, you are dangerously close to losing your position as my favorite Gryffindor!"
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He snorted out loud when Umbridge dropped the line, "Progress for progress's sake must be discouraged." She was less subtle than Father when it came to these things. She might as well have rented one of those neon Muggle signs to hang flashing over her head reading FASCISM FOR FUN AND PROFIT.
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Draco dealt with the impending prospect of a Black Quill in the way best suited to his strengths: he cursed it.
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"Which Greengrass?" Harry began to demand, incensed, while Draco marveled that Harry knew there were two of them. "Daphne or Astoria?"
"You know their names?" Draco drawled. "Even the third-year one? Why, Harry, you are quite the connoisseur of Slytherins, aren't you?"*
Neville laughed nervously before seeming to realize Draco meant it. Then, in an unexpected shock of warmth, Draco felt Neville's arm go around his shoulder. "You should," said Neville softly. "We need you, you know. I need you. All of us do. Harry most of all."
"Because I have this fucking wand?" Draco snapped, looking up glaring. But his temper didn't make the skittish Neville pull back for once.
"No," Neville said, with a very Gryffindorish faith in his eyes. "Because you're the one who makes us feel brave."*
So their friend group split in two with predictable results. Draco got Luna and Hermione, and Harry got Ron and Neville, in an incredibly uneven distribution of brainpower.
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"I love it," Harry said, "I love it so much, I can always find you in any room by this hair," fingers combing greedily through. "And I- I always wanna touch it. Can I pull it again?"
"Yeah," Draco said softly. "Yeah, you can. Like the first time you kissed me..."*
"You're not my enemy. You'll never be my enemy. And I'd walk through that fire again for you that proves it. Like I did before."
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No one had ever kissed Draco like Harry did, like he was casting Legilimens with it and trying to force his way into Draco's head.
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It was appalling selfishness, but it was hard to feel too bad about it, when not only he but Harry seemed happier than he had ever seen him in either timeline.
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"I think," Draco said, clutching onto Luna's hand, "That I need to sit down."
"Draco?" Luna asked anxiously. "Draco, what's wrong? Is it Harry? Should I send him away? Should I curse him for you?"*
"Okay," Draco said, "Here are my demands to ensure a happy, healthy, congenial environment as dormmates where no one feels unloved or gets the Cruciatus curse cast on them in their sleep. One, none of you ever, ever lay hands or spells on any of my people again. That means Luna, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Neville. Those five. Anyone else, fair game. Though I'll be pissed if you kill the Weasley twins. Ginny Weasley, have at her, go crazy-"
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"Shut up," Harry groaned. "Why wouldn't I be possessive of you..." Draco tangled their tongues together, trying to breathe through his nose even as he got lightheaded. "You're so hard to hold onto," Harry gasped, and kept kissing him as if that could change it.
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It made Draco melt, the casual presumptuousness in that gesture, like it was up to him to decide about how Draco's hair should be, whether he wanted it free to hold in his hands.
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"Why have you decided to take them all?"
"Keeps me busy. Makes Hermione happy," Draco muttered, which did not look an answer she'd been expecting. -
Draco Malfoy and the Wheel of Hecate by starbrigid
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
30 Sep 2020
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Whatever Draco does in the past, it seems he is unable to change much for the better. But he hasn't given up trying, and in the year where Voldemort rises again, he will stop at nothing to ensure he prevents it, leading him down a dangerous path. Standing in his way is not only the force of evil and the force of destiny, but the force of his own indecision, as he finds he can no longer share his secrets with his godfather, nor can he protect his beloved cousin Luna- and nor can he keep his feelings for Harry a secret any longer either. For better or for worse, the reckoning has come.
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08 Feb 2026
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"I can't believe you did this," Draco said wide-eyed, "You really are the best-"
"Don't say it-"
"The best godfather-"
"Don't say it-"
"The best godfather that ever-"
"I sent Aurors after you," Severus reminded him, and Draco just jumped up and down a bit at that, he was so ecstatically happy.
"I needed the dueling experience!" he shouted rapturously.*
"You think I'm better-looking than Ron?" Potter asked, which, okay, not supposed to be the take-away there. Draco looked him dead in the eye, and did what he did when Potter was being an absolute blockhead, pushing aside the hair on his forehead and poking at his scar. When he was really mad at him, he did it with his wand. But Potter wasn't being purposefully hurtful, just oblivious, so only his right index it was. Potter, who sometimes seemed to love being scolded, smiled at that, which made the whole gesture counterproductive, and yet Draco did it.
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"I'll go talk to him," Hermione sighed, and held out her bracelet for him to flick the H charm reassuringly.
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"Swedish Short-Snout," Charlie concluded at last, "Not just the color, it's a dead ringer, nice," and patted the little jeweled head, tugging at each of its little horns playfully before letting it go. "A little dragon for a little dragon, huh?"
"Only Hagrid calls me that," Draco laughed, while Potter cleared his throat.*
She began to sob, unrestrained, and Draco had never felt so guilty in his life, not even when he thought his intervention had earned Sirius the Dementor's Kiss. Because if he'd left it alone, this would have been Ginny Weasley and not her. And Ginny back then wouldn't have been half so alone, not just a little girl with an ancient monster- two ancient monsters.
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"Oh," Hermione said rather shrilly. "No different at all, then!"
"Harry thinks we can do it and get away with it," Draco reassured her.
Hermione gave him a severe look. "Harry would believe it if I told him you could dry up the Great Lake and enslave the Giant Squid with a single spell. That doesn't mean you actually could."*
"It's so great that you hate Cedric now," Harry said happily, and raked his hand back through his hair, before looking between himself, Draco, and the water with a gulp.
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"It's blood magic," Draco reminded her. "Dark, dangerous blood magic that I'm totally unqualified for-"
"Don't say that, Draco," Luna said serenely. "You're the person most qualified to do blood magic that I know."*
"Frankenstein! I'm going to be expelled because you trusted Moaning Myrtle!" Hermione shrieked right in his ear. Draco tried to convey with his eyes that he was ready, willing, and able to Obliviate, if not more drastic action.
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"So what," Harry breathed, standing obediently for Draco to fuss with him. "It's your job, then? To put me in my place?"
"It's only fair, Harry," Draco laughed, tilting his head and giving him a teasing smirk as he smoothed the tie down. "You're always putting me in mine."*
And when Draco's charm woke him at six that morning, he had the invisibility cloak in his possession as well. He'd asked for it from Harry before bed that night, and he'd gone right up and down from Gryffindor Tower and handed it over to Draco. Without even asking for a reason.
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"He was like this for the First Task, you know," Hermione said with a fond sigh. "He just hid his face in my hair and wouldn't look up until we said it was over. It's almost lucky he was unconscious for the second one."*
"It's not on you," Harry told him, touching Draco's cheek and guiding his face up to his. "Draco, you've done everything you can to help me get ready. You all have." He turned to face the four of them, his faithful if not entirely forthcoming friends, and gave a brave smile, his earlier nerves looking washed away. "How could I not be fine when I've had all of you behind me?" His hand stayed on Draco's cheek, stroking over it. Draco pressed his face shudderingly against Harry's palm, burying it there, just trying to breathe.
"Take care of Draco," was the last thing Harry said to any of them, laughing as he pushed Draco into Hermione's arms, before the call came for the champions to head towards the maze. Molly Weasley gave him a firm, motherly hug, and they all called out their wishes of luck, before Harry had to turn and leave them behind.*
"Harry is my friend," Hermione said with a significant look, "And so is Ron, and so is Luna. But you're my best friend. You know that, don't you?" Draco nodded shakily.
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Draco's hands had gone to his mouth, stricken, but they dropped when Remus added, "But that doesn't mean you have nowhere to go."
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After going back in time, Draco has tried to follow the path he remembers. But third year brings a new Ravenclaw cousin, a new Boggart, and a newly admiring Harry Potter, along with castle grounds full of Dementors and what they make him remember. With secrets of his mother's family coming to light, and a godfather he understands far less than he ever thought, Draco will discover that the time in which he can remain passive in the new timeline has finally come to a close.
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- Part 3 of The Mirror of Ecidyrue
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04 Feb 2026
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"I gifted the other copy to the Hermione shrine," Draco told them, and set Hermione in a flustered huff trying to explain to all of them that no, Draco had gotten this all wrong, her parents did not have a shrine to her...
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Draco put on an appropriately thoughtful expression. "No, you're right, Potter. I only have so much of me to exert. I'd best save my exertions for more... choice endeavors." Draco let his gaze drift over in the direction of the Hufflepuff table, and waved at Diggory when he looked over.
"Diggory," Potter said through gritted teeth, "Isn't even that good at Seeker-"*
And Potter retorted, "Oh, Draco, you're wearing the clasp I gave you, it looks nice on you."
Had ever a man more deserved to be clobbered at Quidditch? It almost made Draco regret the specter of Dementors felling Potter before Draco could do it himself.*
But he would never betray Hermione. That was his rock, his only cornerstone. They remained on the same side, waiting to hear from Black, and waiting.
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It wouldn't help future relations between Hermione and Severus to throw Hermione under the bus, and admit she'd been the one to tell Luna. "I only have three humans I trust in this world," Draco said instead. "Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, and you, sir. Please don't let me down."
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"Don't worry," Draco told him placidly, and could not resist the urge to press his face into Potter's shoulder for just a moment, leaving it there before pulling it away in a nonsensical form of reassurance. "If Black's been playing me this whole time and he really is guilty, I'll kill him before you have the chance."
Potter pulled back and tilted his head, biting his lip as he stared into Draco's eyes, as if searching for answers to unanswerable questions. "Why is it that when you say that, I believe it?"*
"Who on Earth are you?"
"Hello, I'm Luna," she said brightly, "And I think you ought to be killed."*
There had been so many pieces there down in the dungeons. Draco's pounding head could not follow which ones were being sacrificed. "Ron... Luna... You stunned my cousin... You stunned my second-favorite Weasley..."
"Second-favorite?"
Draco couldn't even follow what he was saying anymore. "Charlie Weasley was a champion Seeker. And they say he's gay and good-looking..." -
Draco Malfoy and the Heir of Slytherin by starbrigid
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
04 Jul 2020
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Draco Malfoy never asked for a second chance, nor did he particularly want one. But he found himself in his old body at eleven, and after a year at Hogwarts, he has a plan for the year before him: keep to himself, find Dobby, improve relations with fellow Slytherins to cordial but distant, get over this stupid obsession with Harry Potter, and no more jokes about controlling a Malfoy mountain troll. No one else thinks they're funny. And no more cursing people- well, only as many people as necessary...
Draco Malfoy has never been very good at following plans.
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- Part 2 of The Mirror of Ecidyrue
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04 Feb 2026
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Hermione lay back beside him, and he began to play with the turquoise charms on the bracelet on her wrist. He felt an uncomfortable warmth in his chest at the sensation of comfort beside her, one he had never felt with his peers, even Vince or Greg or Theo. She might, he had come to realize over the course of her visit, be the first and only real friend he had ever had.
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He was now inside the vanishing cabinet with Potter, perhaps the two things he feared the most in the world that were not currently at Azkaban.
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If Potter hadn't minded a jealous best friend, he might as well have just taken up Draco's offer of friendship the first time.
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"What?" Myrtle said sulkily, and Draco leaned back and enjoyed the tableau before him of his two favorite Muggleborns in awkward conversation.
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Draco wondered if Ron and Potter would prefer being mercy-killed by Draco, rather than being eaten alive by spiders.
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"What the hell," Draco complained, "It's not like it actually spells Lord Voldemort by itself, it has to be a sentence? It's not even a perfect anagram?"
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Draco Malfoy and the Mirror of Ecidyrue by starbrigid
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
31 May 2020
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All it takes is one look in a mirror and an ill-advised attempt to shatter it, before an embittered Draco Malfoy fresh out of Azkaban is sent back into his body on the day he gets his Hogwarts letter.
Suddenly, Draco has an unwanted second chance, with a Sorting Hat that doesn't know what to do with him, a certain Muggleborn who won't leave his study table alone, and green eyes he just can't get out of his head. And then there's his new wand, whose choice of him could just mark him as every bit as dark a wizard as his name means he should be.
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- Part 1 of The Mirror of Ecidyrue
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02 Feb 2026
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Dared he think that the ghost of a smile on Severus's face? "Off with you. And if you make me regret this, you will regret it more."
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Draco thought forward ruefully to him and Granger's future entanglement. Granger could do better than Weasley in her sleep, but she probably wouldn't.
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"I know you will want an explanation, for which I can only offer that I caught word of my valuable study partner, Granger- whom I know you find to be an insufferable know-it-all, sir, which she is, but she's also irreplaceable for my studies, because I'm-"
"Going to be an Unspeakable, yes," Severus finished drolly. "Continue."*
Longbottom sat with them in their compartment on the Hogwarts Express, bemused by Draco's declaration that he was hands-down his favorite Gryffindor. Ron and Hermione's huffy reactions were quickly upstaged by Potter's sputtering fury. "Now, now, Potter," Draco drawled, smoothing a hand over the snake crest on Potter's chest. "That doesn't include you at the moment, remember. Until tomorrow, you're a Slytherin."
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Ilya picks up on the third ring, breathing heavily into the phone. Shane hears a door slam shut through the device. “Do not yell at me.”
Shane stares at the half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table. “You suck.”
“I suck? I scored hat-trick! In your stupid body! I have not eaten in six hours, Hollander. I have not pissed. I have not laid down. I want to go home.”
“Rozanov–”
“Your mother has called twenty times. Your manager has called thirty times. Your father text me picture of crossword puzzle and ask for help. Clue is about American President from the 1980s. I cannot help!”
OR: the hollanov bodyswap fic.
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“What the hell,” Shane says, voice jarringly loud. It reverberates through him, his voice lower like this, coming out of his own mouth. Hands trembling, he slaps gently at his own cheeks, unwilling to hit himself any harder in Ilya’s body. He feels the sting of it, anyhow, and feels it again when he tugs at his – now curly and blond – hair.
*
He can’t think about that right now; if he lingers on this, he will panic and spiral, and only one of them can have a breakdown at a time.
*
“You’re in a car?” Shane asks. “Where are you going?”
“Wherever Taxi takes me. I hope is off bridge.”
Crackly, distant through the line, Shane hears someone say, “I’m not doing that, sir. We’re just going to the hotel.”
“If hotel is at bottom of New Jersey river, is fine,” Ilya says.
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His head drops forward, resting against the steering wheel, and then, he screams. He screams until his throat goes hoarse, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
Because he is a normal, well-adjusted guy, he then clears his throat, turns the key in the ignition, and pulls out of the parking lot. The radio crackles to life, playing Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepson.
Shane is silent the entire drive back to Ilya’s home, and listens to the song more intently than he has ever listened to any song before.
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His hand flies down to grip himself through his sweatpants before he can think better of it, arousal flaring bright when it occurs to him that this is Ilya’s dick. Ilya, who is uncut and gorgeous– who fucks him like he needs it to breathe, who makes sex feel safe and sexy at the same time, who knows how to reduce Shane to mindless, fucked-out noises and full-body twitches.
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Tomorrow, he'll call Shane and apologise. He'll fix what he broke. He doesn't want Shane to be angry at him anymore.
He doesn’t remember swerving to avoid a merging truck.
He also doesn’t remember hitting the tree.
Or: Ilya gets into a car accident. Shane is there to pick up the pieces.
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30 Dec 2025
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For a long time, they stand right there in Ilya’s hallway, holding each other. Ilya clings, a little afraid Shane might disappear if he lets go. Shane lets Ilya cling and holds him tenderly, heartbreakingly mindful of Ilya’s injuries.
Ilya wants to beg him to stay. To take Ilya with him, when he leaves. He feels like a little kid, too weak to hold on, too quiet to make himself known.
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according to your heart by bluerosebouquet
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
07 Dec 2025
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“Did you see Rozanov get clocked by a fan outside?” JJ looked nothing short of delighted as he spread this news to the locker room after the game.
Shane’s head snapped up.
“What?” he couldn’t keep a note of panic out of his voice. Which was stupid, because he and Rozanov hadn’t spoken in months. Since Vegas.
Not that Shane ever thought about Vegas.
Or the texts that he hadn’t sent.
Or anything like that.
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30 Dec 2025
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hold you as the water rushes in by justhockey
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
12 Dec 2025
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“Ilya,” Shane whispers. “Ilya, baby, can you open your eyes?”
He’s met with silence, and the frantic tremor of his heart turns into an earthquake. The ice beneath him seeps into his veins and freezes his blood. Panic claws at his chest, scaling his ribcage like a ladder and lodging in his throat. He can barely breathe around the terror.
“Ilya, you need to open your eyes. You need to look at me.”
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Shane doesn’t want to risk Ilya waking up without Shane being by his side - without Shane holding his hand. Back on the ice Ilya had said his name before he’d even opened his eyes and seen Shane there with him. He’d wanted him, needed him, and that’s not something Shane takes lightly. Not when Ilya never asks for a damn thing from anyone.
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Our Captain, Their Problem by Bruja_oscura
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
11 Dec 2025
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Ilya Rozanov has a "tiny car accident" (his words). Shane Hollander has a full-scale, system-shutdown panic attack about it. Meanwhile, a horrified Hayden is praying for someone to throw him in a lake and tell him that this is all just a big joke, or maybe for a meteor strike; he is really not picky. J.J., on the other hand, is trying to bleach the image of his sweet captain making out with Ilya fucking Rozanov from his brain.
It's a very normal day for the Montreal Voyageurs.
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Did he pray? In that final, inevitable second when physics took over, Ilya, who carried his faith like a secret, would surely reach for it. He would inevitably though of his mother. Was he relief at the thought of seeing her again? Or did he think of Shane? Did he grieve for them the same way Shane was grieving right now?
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Ilya’s eyes held his, steady and sure, not rising to the bait of the smirk. “Aren’t you a brave man, Shane Hollander?”
Yes, Shane thought, the certainty settling deep in his bones. I must be. To love you this much and survive, it takes a courage I didn’t know I had.
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please leave a message by subcorax
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
18 Dec 2025
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Sarah
Does anyone have the number for Shane's girl from Boston? I feel bad that they've been seeing each other for this long and we've never added her here.Jackie
Oh good point! Let me ask Hayden.Jackie has added Lily to the conversation
Lily
what
what is thisOr: Ilya Rozanov is, apparently, one of the girls.
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- Part 1 of You Have (81) Unread Messages
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there is something wrong with you (that is also wrong with me) by PenguinMerchant
Fandoms: Captive Prince - C. S. Pacat
08 Jul 2021
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Damen is thirteen years old when his brother kills Auguste in a field at Marlas.
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Sometimes they talk when they play. Or, more accurately, Laurent talks; Damen likes to concentrate on the game, likes to let his mind sink into the playing field of their black and white stones and watch as all of the possibilities open and close before him, and that sort of headspace doesn’t leave much room for speech. But Laurent likes to talk. At first Damen had assumed it was a distraction technique and to his credit it did work, the first few times. But Damen eventually comes to realize that Laurent just likes to talk, likes to speculate endlessly about the intrigues at court, likes to regale Damen with tales about how he had outsmarted his tutors, or how he had stolen a biscuit from the larder and no one had been able to tell it was him, or how he had learned a new sleight of hand trick from his valet.
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If it is a trap Damen’s already too far gone to see where the danger lies, and he follows Laurent into a dreamless slumber not long after.
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“When you introduce me to those people,” Damen says. “Sometimes I think I believe you, and I wonder if I did used to be a gladiator and I just can’t remember. I don’t know if I’ve ever been to Patras, but when you talk about it I think that it's possible I've traveled there before. Maybe I didn't come from anywhere but instead sprung from the ground, and you found me under a rock in your grandfather’s garden.”
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“I miss the cliffs of Ios the most,” Damen continues, only vaguely aware of Laurent’s sudden tenseness beside him. “The sound of water crashing up against the stone there. You can hear it in the palace as a sort of drumming, a beat that never goes away. It’s...comforting, and I miss it. And I think you’d like the ocean. You’ve never seen anything as blue as the Ionian Sea, Laurent. Not even your eyes are that blue, despite what that miserable diplomat from Patras said to you last week. You’d burn in the Akielon sun instantly, but there’s a beach I used to go to that has trees almost right up to the water. You could sit on the sand and watch me swim. It’s so hot there, I’m not sure you’d know what to do.”
“You would...take me with you?” Laurent asks in that same strange voice.
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“It was nothing. They insulted my heritage,” Damen lies. “They called me a barbarian. A brute.”
“I call you that.”
“I like it when you do it,” Damen says, because he’s starting to get a better idea of what Laurent’s mood really entails right now. “I like a lot of things I don’t normally when you’re the one doing them.”
Laurent scoffs but his lips quirk up in the tiniest smile, which means he had liked that answer. In a smooth motion he squats down in front of him so that they’re looking eye to eye, inches away.
“I don’t think that’s what happened,” Laurent says after a moment. “Do you want to try and lie to me again, or shall I tell you what I think?”
“I’m all out of lies,” Damen says, a little breathless, because when Laurent gets like this there’s no telling what he’s capable of. “And you know how I like hearing you talk.”
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"I told you to stay," he says, but his voice comes from somewhere far away, some place where his father isn't dead, where he is still in Akielos, where he is still the heir to the throne and his brother hasn't betrayed him.
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“Whatever I am,” Damen says, low enough that Laurent might not even hear him, “I’m yours most of all.”
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“Do you want me to tell you a story?” Megatron said mockingly. “You won’t like it, Prime. It’s not a very nice one.”
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“You’re the only opponent I’ve had in nine million years that I haven’t been able to defeat trivially, and that includes fifty thousand of them as a gladiator,” Megatron said. “I’m curious how your brain functions. You’re always behaving in so many completely counterintuitive ways, and yet you’re not simply a lunatic or I’d have defeated you by now. It seems a shame to waste the opportunity. It’s not as though you could possibly trust me for it under any other circumstances.”
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“We are an army! You are a bizarre collection of mechanical clowns falling all over each other, somehow accidentally producing effective results a million times more often than you should!” Megatron scraped his head back over and lay there glaring at the ceiling, visibly seething.
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Megatron laughed softly. “Liar. If we got rescued by the Decepticons right now, would you agree to let me do it to you for real, in exchange for safe passage off the planet?”
Optimus considered lying again, and then just gave up: there didn’t seem to be much point. “I’d beg you to do it to me,” he said helplessly.
Megatron literally locked up and overloaded so fast and hot that faint wisps of white smoke came out of his shoulder vents and his cooling systems roared loudly for two solid minutes. He sank back out of it gasping wildly, staring at the ceiling open-mouthed, looking deeply disturbed himself.
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remember me? by jilliancares
Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Deadpool - All Media Types
12 Mar 2025
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“Where am I?” he mutters. Adrenaline is flooding through his body. His heart is beating so terribly that he can feel it inside his chest. His entire body has broken out in a cold sweat. And somehow, despite it all, his spidey-sense is dead silent. What does it know that the rest of his body doesn’t?
“Our apartment,” says the man. He’s standing now. Peter didn’t notice when he got to his feet. “Can you tell me who you are, sweetheart?”
Peter laughs, incredulous. He’s not exactly sure what he’s laughing at. “Peter,” he says. “Of course, I know who I am.”
“Okay,” the man says, sounding just as concerned and careful as before. “But you don't know who I am?”
Or: Peter gets amnesia, wiping out the last 5 years of his life. But really, how much can change in five years?
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Wade leans over him, low, and he squeezes the base of Peter’s cock, tight. “I’ll explain it to you this once, since you’re new here.” He starts stroking faster, finally, God. Peter moans. “You be a good boy and ask me, very nicely, if you can cum.” Wade is even lower now, his words spilling directly into Peter’s ear, his hand moving even faster. “And if you don’t… you won’t.”
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Draco gets back at Harry for his late nights as an Auror by flirting with the new Arithmancy professor. Harry's not usually the jealous type, but he has his moments.
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Draco shifts his head as he turns to look at Scorpius, his cheek touching the pillow. "Did you know that…" He pauses, his throat convulsing, and it sounds audible in the silence, besides Michael's steady, even breathing from the other bedroom.
Scorpius is staring back at him, in wait of something new to learn, a beautiful and intelligent child. He has Draco's mind. He has Draco's eyes and nose and mouth and hair. He is his. All his. All he has of Michael are his wild curls and the green of his eyes, and sometimes he looks into them and imagines that they aren't Michael's, but someone else's.
Draco leans his head closer, biting the quiver out of his lips before he breathes a laden and shuddering exhale, and he whispers, "You are my star in a big black sky."
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