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    all fics i write for the heated rivalry universe will be linked into this one. some will be connected. some will definitely not be.

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    14 Jan 2026

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    Shane's been on the receiving end of Hayden's assessing gaze enough times to be able to guess at what he's going to ask next as he wrinkles his nose and juts his chin out, narrowing his gaze at them. “You know, you never really did say how long it was that you two were hooking up for before you got serious.”

    “Is a long time,” Ilya says, with more than a little bit of pride in his tone. Shane tips his head back to meet his eyes and shrugs. Neither of them has ever dropped anything more than several years in interviews, keeping the details to themselves, but it’s less of an issue than he expects. He sort of wants to brag about how long it’s been; he wants to celebrate the fact that they had all those broken years together and still managed to make it through.

    At this point, they’re coming up on more years together than not, which is insane if he thinks about it too hard.

    OR: As always, the truth shall set [Shane] free.

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    “No,” he says, smiling gently, like he doesn't know how irritating he's being. “Is my room first, da? You should speak with front desk.”

    Hollander stares at him.

    And then he starts to laugh.

    You ask the front desk,” he shoots back, in between his odd wheezes. Ilya's heart starts to pound in double time, because this is not—this cannot be Shane Hollander playing bed chicken with him. Their competitiveness is fierce, to be certain, but surely, Hollander would be the bigger person, no? “This is my fucking room, Rozanov. Wild horses couldn't drag me away.”

    OR: Ilya's apartment is under construction. Shane's in town for a game. It'd be a shame if they somehow had the same hotel room.

    [or, or: we need some more goddamn 'there was only one bed' out here.]

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    Canada had given him his life as he knew it, but it had never felt one hundred percent comfortable, either. He missed Russia sometimes, but it didn’t have the thing that mattered most. Ilya had exactly one home, and it was this: his face pressed into a smooth chest, his head tucked under a strong jaw, with freckled arms wrapped around him and delicate fingers combing through his hair. Anywhere else was a temporary excursion.

    A treatise on second (and third) languages, homesickness, acceptance, Shane's struggle learning Russian, and the things people do when they care.

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    13 Jan 2026

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    Ilya tries to breathe. Shane is the one who panics. In fact, Ilya has been so calm over the past hour. So, so calm. Soooooooo so so so amazingly calm that maybe Shane will reward him with a very nice blowjob later. Ilya has been calm because Shane needs a rock to lean on, but Shane is gone and now Ilya is panicking. This is his only chance to rectify the first, shirtless impression he made on Shane’s father.

    “Do you still read New Yorker?”

    OR: Ilya, on the confluence of Shane with David, Yuna, and Svetlana.

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    12 Jan 2026