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It had been 185 days since he had last seen Ilya. Not that Shane was keeping count. But they were Hollander and Rozanov. They would always find their way to each other, eventually.
Between ruffled sheets and sweaty legs tangled in each other, Ilya whispered right by the Canadian’s ear. “I was thinking we should try that… What is the word?” He seemed to think. “Ah! Bondage. You know? I put something over your eyes and—”
“I know what bondage is, Rozanov,” Shane replied, his voice suddenly tight and strained. The sleepiness vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, sharp alertness. “I don’t like it. Maybe we could try something else?” Shane interrupted, his voice hitting a strange, high frequency.
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Or: Ilya and Shane spend almost 6 months apart after the 'tuna melt incident'. In an attempt to spice things up when they reunite, Ilya discovers that Shane has been with other men. However, Shane's desperate attempt to move on from Ilya led him into a series of coercive encounters he has struggled to categorize as anything other than "bad sex."
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23 Feb 2026
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Shane had schedules to stick to, regimens to maintain, plays to study, drills to perfect.
He needed to eat the same thing, every day. Train in the best way to keep his mind and body fit by keeping to strict programs. He needed to stick to his plan so that he could ensure that everything also went, well…to plan.
He needed all of these things to fall in place otherwise— well he tried not to think too hard about the otherwise. He couldn’t let otherwise happen.Basically he’d treated his body like a fucking temple for majority of his life and had no problems with it yet— And then he turned 30.
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Shane starts noticing changes after he turns 30— He doesn't bounce back the same way he used to and it suddenly sends him spiralling.
Ilya is there to pick him up and kiss him better when he’s brought to an abrupt halt. -
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Spencer's desperately looking for any answer to his diagnosed psychosomatic migraines that's not that very diagnosis. He knows it's not psychosomatic. Because it can't be. He knows it's not.
He's really not expecting the diagnosis he ends up with. Who would've thought he was one in a million in the worst way possible. Good thing Hotch is along for the ride, because he's not sure he could handle this alone.
(Post Se6Ep12 - Corazon)
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28 Oct 2025
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It’s been two months since the storm, and Childe hasn’t seen Zhongli not even once, not since that fateful meeting with the Signora where the truth is finally unveiled.
And what a fun little kick to the gut that is, the realization that not only had he been played by all sides, but he's also being tossed aside like trash now that his use had run its course.
It’s not that Childe doesn’t get it. He’s a Harbinger. He knows first-hand what it means to do his duty, to put the mission first and his personal feelings far, far away, preferably locked up in a box, where it wouldn’t interfere with his job. He knows what it’s like working with vipers, to scheme and plot and lie in wait for the opportune moment to stab his opponent in the back.
But this time, this time Childe can’t help but feel a little (a lot) gutted.
Stupid. He’s gotten himself stupidly attached.
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A story about Childe trying to move on after the events of 1.1 Update, but some of his actions have consequences, and those consequences have followed him back to Snezhnaya.NOTE: THIS FIC WAS DRAFTED BEFORE 1.1 UPDATE CAME OUT. MIND THE CANON-DIVERGENT TAG FOR THIS REASON.
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15 Feb 2023
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Whatta BANGER. Chapter 6, shits going down. 18 omfdnkcdmngmdf är på 19
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The soft glow of the pool light casts dancing shadows on his already gaunt features, accentuating his high cheekbones, his deep set eyes and exhaustion ridden dark circles.
He’s as beautiful as always, in Aaron’s eyes. Ethereal, almost. Deeply burdened.
Hotch makes his mind up easily then, nodding along as he processes Reid’s distressed rambling and reaching down to start untying his shoes.
It’s only when he stands again and starts to approach the pool that Reid finally looks up, his brows climbing his forehead when he notices Hotch moving to sit beside him.
“What are you doing?” He asks quietly, squinting almost as if he’s suspicious of Hotch’s motive here. Maybe he is. Aaron can be self aware enough to admit this is an uncharacteristic move for him. Spencer tends to bring that out in him.
“Sitting with you,” Hotch replies as if it’s obvious, as if this is at all normal for him.
AKA Spencer has a bad night, and Hotch is there to make it better.
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08 Feb 2025