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    If you need anything, you call me. That’s what Aizawa had said when he’d given him his number. Hitoshi wasn’t really sure what he meant by that. He probably didn’t mean this.

    What would he even say?

    He wasn’t sure, but he’d already pressed the Call button.

    It rang three times. Aizawa was probably on patrol anyway, or asleep. Either way, he wouldn’t answer his phone.

    The ringing stopped.

    “Shinsou?” Aizawa’s voice was low, heavy with the dregs of sleep. “What is it?”

    “I’m sorry. You were asleep.” Hitoshi could have kicked himself. Of course Aizawa was asleep: it was one in the morning, what was he thinking

    “It’s okay,” Aizawa said, interrupting Hitoshi’s rapidly spiralling thoughts. “I wasn’t really. I drifted off grading papers.” There was a noise on the other end of the line, like Aizawa was now in motion.

    “What’s going on?” Aizawa still sounded tired, but there was an alertness to his voice that hadn’t been there before.

    “Uh.” Shit. What was Hitoshi supposed to say to that? “Nothing.”

    Definitely not that.

    Or, Hitoshi is in a bad situation. Aizawa is going to help, whether Hitoshi wants him to or not.

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    “Ilya,” he gasps. “You’re drunk, hey, ah, wait,” he adds, and he’s trying so hard to do the right thing here, but Ilya’s cock is still sliding against his and he can’t stop himself from moving his hips to chase it.

    “Yes,” Ilya says. His mouth trails down over Shane’s collarbone and his chest, leaving a trail of spit because he’s being so messy. “Waited all night to have you,” he mumbles, looking up to meet Shane’s eyes, and takes his nipple between his lips.

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    “Should call you the Ottawa Puppies,” says the Toronto centre, Svensson. As an insult it makes no sense, so Ilya ignores it, until he continues, “Hear Hollander keeps you on a short leash.”

    Ilya is the captain, so if anything, he should be holding the leash. In English, you can be singular or plural, but he knows what Svensson is trying to say. He is saying Ilya Rozanov, you are Hollander’s bitch.

    “Only sometimes,” Ilya replies, grinning. He wins the face off.

    OR: Ilya trains himself to be a very, very good guard dog for Shane.

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    Phillip has been trying to convince his husband to accompany him to Christmas Mass for years, but Benoit Blanc remains stubbornly uncooperative. When Phillip finds the files to Blanc's latest case, the tide might just be turning for him.

    Father Jud's first Christmas Mass in Chimney Rock is coming up. As his congregation is celebrating the festivities with their family and friends, he starts to feel a little lonely again and finds himself thinking more and more of a certain detective.

    Luckily – as we know – at Christmas, love is all around!

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    Benoit forces himself to look up at Jud from where he was attempting to decipher the Father's scribbled notes. Jud stands there, shaky hands hanging loosely at his sides, in his dark sweater and grey sweatpants that Benoit knows are only staying up due to the efforts of some tightly-drawn drawstrings. Hair dripping, cheeks rosy, eyes bloodshot, beautiful. 

    Road to fucking Damascus.

    or: the days and months following martha's death

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