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Finding your soulmate is supposed to be beautiful. You stand in front of someone and you say their full name; they say yours. Your soulmarks appear somewhere on your bodies, and it's supposed to be beautiful. Life-changing.
It's not supposed to happen a week before the World Juniors tournament in a dirty Saskatchewan parking lot. It's not supposed to be Canada's newest darling hockey player and your future rival who whispers your name. It's not supposed to be a boy that your skin blooms for.
And if that does happen, despite the fact that it shouldn't, you're definitely not supposed to lie to your soulmate's face, refuse to say his name in return, and pretend that you never felt your soulmark appear at all. And if that happens, somehow, you're definitely not supposed to kiss him less than a year later. And then later. And then later. And then later, until you realize you never want to leave his bed despite the fact that you've never told him the truth about the bear tattoo on your chest.
or, finding out that his soulmate is Shane Hollander isn't beautiful. Ilya can't pretend that it's not life-changing though.
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- Part 4 of my heated rivalry anon fics
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Bookmarked by Petchy8011
06 Feb 2026
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the heart is hard to translate by catknives
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
07 Jan 2026
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Shane is twelve when he realizes he can understand Russian.
Or, in a world where you can understand whatever language(s) your soulmate speaks, it takes Shane and Ilya an embarrassing amount of time to realize they’re soulmates.
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- Part 1 of all this and heaven too
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Bookmarked by Petchy8011
31 Jan 2026
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Ghost lets himself be pulled up slightly, his hand just as steady on Soap's thigh. "That what you need, Johnny?" he asks, licking his lips behind the balaclava. Soap’s eyes drop to his mouth, flick back up. "You wanna draw blood? Be in control?"
"Lt–" Soap starts, lips parted on a rough exhale. A plea or a warning, Ghost can't tell. He's too focused on the way Soap's pupils dilate, and the way the edge of the knife digs into the fabric at his throat.
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When Graves rears his head not ten days after Las Almas Ghost starts questioning Soap's loyalty, and with it whatever's left of his own sanity.
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Bookmarked by Petchy8011
22 Jul 2025
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“Ghost?”
“Soap.” Ghost’s voice was a low buzz, gravelly with static. In the absolute silence of the snow-covered forest, it sounded both deafeningly loud and intimately quiet.
“What’s your favourite season?” Soap asked.
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Four seasons, five countries, six months.
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Bookmarked by Petchy8011
24 Jun 2025
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Ghost takes one proper look at the detective through his scope and feels his heart jump in his chest. Even with his face twisted in rage he’s the most perfect alpha Ghost has ever seen. His hair is ridiculous, the mohawk completely incongruous with his position with Scotland bloody Yard, yet the way he’s commanding the men tells Ghost he’s clearly in charge of this scene. He’s good then, very good if he’s got this assignment; The Met has been chasing Ghost for years and they’ve never even got close. He’s pretty, so damned pretty and radiates alpha energy so intense that Ghost is certain that’s his designation.
For the first time in a decade Ghost’s omega perks up. A rumble pushes out of his chest and Ghost realises with a start that he’s purring.
Time to fucking go.
He disassembles his rifle with far less care than usual, throws everything into his bag and does one last sweep of the rooftop he’s been lying on. No trace. With a final glance down at the detective, who’s now ordering the scene to be closed off and tented, Ghost shoulders his rifle and vanishes back into the bustling streets of London.
Bookmarked by Petchy8011
22 Jun 2025