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still the best (still an asshole) by pucksandpower
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
20 Dec 2025
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Four times Ilya Rozanov reminded everyone exactly who the fuck they were dealing with (spoiler: still an asshole, still elite, still not going anywhere), and one time he didn’t have to be anything except soft.
Or being out didn’t make him nicer. Being married didn’t make him softer. Being older didn’t make him weaker. And being a father? Well. That’t when things get complicated.
(He’s really good at that last part. Don’t tell anyone.)
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10 Feb 2026
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The love story of a fae prince and a hedgewitch in the middle ages. <3
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07 Aug 2025
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It had happened slowly, so many months chipping away at the cold façade, and Hob knows now that Dream is so much more than the person he pretends to be. He likes soft things, sweet things, likes having his hand held, and his hair played with. For all that he pretends to be indifferent, there's been a new bouquet of flowers on the counter at The Dreaming every two weeks since Hob had gifted him that first bunch of daffodils.
Dream is a little bit broken. Hob likes to fix things. They fall in love.
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02 Aug 2025
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“My kids call me Professor Gadd. Coworkers call me Rob.” Hob nuzzles his cheek along Dream’s shoulder, enjoying the scent of his own cologne lingering on the sweater Dream is borrowing, as well as the smell of stardust and sleep and whatever other unnameable things the Endless was made up of. Feeling wildly content, Hob hums wordlessly. They are spending this leisurely Sunday on Hob’s couch, with Dream sat comfortably between his legs, reclined against Hob’s chest. Hob gently squeezes the pale hand intertwined with his. “Your turn.”
Dream sighs and Hob can feel his snarky little eye roll even if he can’t see it. “The Greeks call me Oneiros.”
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Or, Dream and Hob trade names, kisses, and some untold troubles.
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28 Jul 2025
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"You've never even given me your name," Hob calls out. He fails to hide the hurt and frustration in his voice, his nose tingling with the promise of tears.
The semblance of a sad half-smile flickers across his stranger's face. He replies without hesitation, without discussion.
"I am Dream of the Endless."
At last, something real. Peculiar, and it raises even more questions. But the answer is honest; Hob can tell.
"So… just… Dream?"
"I go by many names – but yes."
"Why tell me now? What's changed?"
Dream answers, unblinking.
"Everything."
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In which Hob and Dream reunite after Dream's escape. A story about healing, longing, change, and forgiveness, featuring lots of cuddling. And tea.
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28 Jul 2025