Endlesspouringtea
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"Sveta," he says, before she can greet him. "I think I'm about to do something very stupid."
"You're always doing something stupid," she laughs, her voice tinny over the speakerphone. "What is it this time?"
"I am in a staring contest with a bottle of pills," Ilya says. "And I think the pills might win."
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Or: An alternate take on Ilya's mental health after moving to Ottawa, featuring the reality of long distance relationships, Ilya learning to captain a new team, and a series of game tapes made by Ilya's dead father.
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- Part 10 of my anonymous heated rivalry fic
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17 Feb 2026
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Ilya puts his palms flat against the marble and pushes himself up. “She was a good mother,” he says, decisively, like it’s up to him. He says it, so it must be true. And it is, it has to be. The sun hides behind a wispy cloud, the light curling lacelike over him. “She really was, Shane.”
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17 Feb 2026
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Shane Hollander had decided it was time to have feelings. To make them known at least, and now the same determination that drove him down the ice toward the goal was aimed at Ilya; aimed at the very heart of him.
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15 Feb 2026
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It’s easier for Slade, after the first time.
Dick loves the change in Slade, until he doesn’t.
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- Part 17 of domestic bliss
- Part 20 of Harem
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15 Feb 2026
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a step to the right by cloudsurfing
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
12 Feb 2026
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Shane thinks about Ilya; thinks about the glorious gasping surprise of Shane and considers that he has made an absolutely fucking massive mistake somewhere along his way here but he has no idea what it was. Behind his eyelids he thinks about his own name choked out like a confession and thinks about the Ilya that seemed to come so naturally, and wishes desperately that he'd done something differently. Something, almost anything, but he doesn't know what, can't pin the thought down. He has no idea what he's wishing for except for different.
As it turns out, once they're in motion there's nothing that can keep his eyes open, and he sleeps.
There's a dream that feels like turning inside out, like stretching and rebounding, like a path cleared and his is the first skate that touches the ice after the Zamboni leaves it, and he wakes —
He wakes.
Head thick and foggy until he shakes it and it clears, but he wakes —
— and they're back at the hotel.
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15 Feb 2026