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Lestat’s face is blank of everything, but his dark eyes latch on Louis’ own, locked as tightly as a prisoner’s chain. “You left me.”
Louis swallows. “I shoulda left you decades ago.”
Louis gets on the train, Lestat takes him off it. This is what comes after.
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Pencil in the Rest by lynadyndyn
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
11 Jun 2026
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Scent patches were mandatory for anyone participating in World Junior's, but a lot of the Russian guys Shane saw in the hotel or around the rink had them loosely attached to their necks or not quite centered over their scent gland. Shane had been on his way to his parents' car when the wind shifted, and he smelled that Rozanov, leaning against the wall and not-at-all-surreptitiously fishing a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket, must have been one of them.
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16 Jun 2026
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Shane looked at his mother, who loved him. Who showed that love through effort, who expected to be loved that way in return. His alpha mom, who had devoted her life to him, and who would always believe, in some small, unexamined part of her, that her opinions about him were innately more correct than his own.
She came over and put a hand on his shoulder. "You know, Shane," she said. "Sometimes it's okay to just… be a person."
Shane said, "I know, Mom." But really, since when had that been true?
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- In which Shane and Ilya meet at hockey camp as teens and a bunch of other things also go differently. Not a teen fic tho I promise! An obsessive careening consuming codependent absurdity of eternal soulmate love.
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- Part 1 of Not to Abolish, but to Fulfill
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14 Jun 2026
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Of course Ilya flew too close to the sun. How could he not? Only a psychopath wouldn't, in his shoes. Or some sort of fucking automaton.
It's easy to blame Icarus, seems obvious: silly, stupid boy, but was it really his fault, what happened? Flying is dangerous. And what's more dangerous is how fucking good it feels to leap out the narrow window of your tower and watch the walls of your prison get smaller and smaller beneath you as you rise ever-higher, to heights no one before you has ever been, feeling the golden warmth of the sun hit your bare skin for the first time in your whole life up to this point, the whole life in which you've been pacing the damp cool dark of your tower or stumbling blind through the convoluted crevasses of the labyrinth, captive to a king who wants to exploit and possess and control you for his own gain, wants to prevent you from being your own, from determining your own life and hope and future.
Surely it's not Icarus' fault, that everything in him so desperately cried for freedom, begged him to fucking fly, needed and wanted him so insistently to bask in the glowing liberating rays of the sun he'd never fucking seen, had only heard of, had only ever imagined in the dark while he tried to sleep, that he couldn't stop himself when he went too far? The walls, the king, the world below were to blame. Because Icarus never would've been so starved for it if he hadn't been raised in a fucking cage like a fucking animal, with no options or choices or purpose. Maybe he could've stopped himself, could have held back, if it hadn't been such a shock how good it was. If he'd even known something that feels this good could happen to him.
Yes, Ilya had written an essay in the spring about Icarus. No, the thesis wasn't much stronger than that. And despite prophesying his own doom while attempting to absolve himself of the fault for it he'd gone ahead and invited Shane to Minnesota for two weeks. And then he had, in full possession of all his mental faculties and knowing goddamn well what he was doing, not just engaged in further unbelievably good sex but had gotten giddy, overconfident about his repeated successes convincing Shane to talk more openly, to be less afraid of the goings-on in his kinky beautiful mind, had entirely too much fucking delusional fun laughing with him and play-fighting in the kitchen, flicking water at his wonderful face just to see his cute irritated little expression as they assembly-lined sandwiches, and basically taking him on little dates all around town. So yes. Ilya had so much delusional fun that he tried to confess his love.
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can you find me? by constellaetions
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
13 Jun 2026
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Shane Hollander has made many mistakes in his life, but volunteering as tribute alongside his best friend during District 11's annual Reaping isn't one of them.
Or maybe it is - he doesn't know yet. He'll confirm or deny when his near-certain untimely end comes.
Shane isn't a fighter. He's not a lover either, despite what he's leading the Capitol to believe. He's just a young man that knows the earth, and by proxy the brutality of nature; human or otherwise.
He doesn’t quite know what to do with Ilya Rozanov, though. Unfortunately it’s clear Ilya knows exactly what to do with him.
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13 Jun 2026
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“Where you go.”
He closes his eyes, and for just one merciful second he’s back in District 11 with peach juice on his thumb and dirt under his nails, the evening bells clanging over the orchards like any other day could follow.
“I go."
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Say You'll Haunt Me by eddiemunsterwashere
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
03 May 2026
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The plane carrying the Voyageurs home from Houston crashes just after take-off.
Shane is on board.
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13 Jun 2026
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He hated that Ilya had him suspended in that in-between place, hated the way the question went straight under his skin and made his own thoughts start to stutter.
What are you?
Not human, but not whatever his mother had spent his whole life preparing him to be, either.
Shane Hollander has been a vampire for six weeks and is still trying to figure out what he wants from the dark. Ilya Rozanov has been dead for two centuries and feels more than qualified to answer the question for him. All Shane has to do is stop running.
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- Part 9 of evil ilya
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13 Jun 2026
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The gap between himself and the body above him is sealed. There is no transition between where Ilya ends and Shane begins. The blood has closed it, or the blood has revealed that it was never there to begin with, and Shane cannot tell the difference, and he does not care.
Is this not love?