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when you are young they assume you know nothing by ageofheroes
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender
25 Feb 2021
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"So let’s let the White Lotus lose their shit over why we’re here, and let them come to us.” She grins lazily at them, feeling more like herself than ever before. “What say you, girls?”
The smiles that they shoot back at her are sharper than the most deadly shuriken in Mai’s arsenal.
or,
Azula doesn't get Zuko to join her in the catacombs underneath Ba Sing Se. And very nearly pays the price.
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Influence by 409_conflict
Fandom Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Heated Rivalry (TV)
08 Jun 2026
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04 Jul 2026
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Anniversary Gifts by wilmonstan12345
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
13 Oct 2025
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“My mom told me that we’re supposed to get each other something with paper for our first anniversary.”
“Paper?” Ilya looked confused. “Like what, a card? We are too wealthy for this, I think.”
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Ilya and Shane try to follow the traditional anniversary gift guide.
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03 Jul 2026
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There’s something else troubling Shane now, Ilya knows. He can wait; with Shane’s weight on his front, his face so close to his own, and the sun setting, he can wait forever. “You think she’d like me? If she’d met me?”
The weight is still on his front, their faces are still close, the sun is still setting. There’s a new weight now; Mama’s cross, suddenly so heavy that he thinks he’s having trouble breathing, although that cannot be true. He doesn’t need to think about it, and he knows what he should say, knows the answer that would keep that hopeful glimmer present in Shane’s big, blinking eyes. But he also knows that Shane would see right through him. And they promised not to lie, not here.
So, Ilya does. “I don’t know,” he whispers, barely whispers, and the admission burns his throat. He doesn’t know what it is, after that; the pre-existing knot constricting his throat, the ray of light that catches the edge of his crucifix and causes it to glow, like an agreement, or, most likely, the way Shane’s eyes widen just a fraction, before he conceals the shock and schools his features into something more neutral.
or, Shane is curious, and Ilya tries to reconcile with his faith
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03 Jul 2026
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And it was nice, having someone who distilled every action so completely it was almost binary: you are doing this for hockey, or you are doing this for Shane. The choice was simple. But it didn’t stop him from wondering on occasion if he had made his life smaller. The thought kept him up at night like the sound of Shane’s voice when they’d sat at the table with his parents for the first time—he’s trying to be loyal to me, not Boston. The terror of thinking he had betrayed himself balanced perfectly by the thrill of knowing Shane liked it. Total equilibrium.
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Two summers, nine years apart, and the changes they bring.
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01 Jul 2026
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And yeah, Shane knew that Ilya hadn’t been okay last time he was in Russia, but Ilya had had the very real excuse of a funeral to blame things on. Ilya had downplayed it as much as he could, and Shane hadn’t been there, he’d heard the fatigue and he’d seen Ilya’s tired smile, but he hadn’t felt the way Ilya’s hands were cold the entire time he was there, hadn’t seen through the screen the way Ilya dropped eight pounds in three weeks, hadn’t kept time when there were twenty hours in Ilya’s day instead of something closer to sixteen. Or, on the flip side, for the week or two after, when there had been approximately ten conscious hours in a day.
It was one thing to see something. It was another to feel it in your hands.
Ilya and Shane are so, so happy for their first year married. They’re playing in Ottawa together, they’re fucking winning, they’re together and out.
So now, after a year, Ilya should be fine. He should be great. He should not be flinching at small noises or nearly punching people off the clock or feeling like he’s drowning whenever he’s not on the ice.
Or: Ilya Rozanov, meet your PTSD.
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01 Jul 2026