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‘Something about the thought of the empty, Kip-less apartment that’s waiting for him back home in NYC is really doing a number on him right now, and all he wants to do is sleep, so he can forget about everything for a few hours – or, better yet, get so blindingly drunk on board this plane that he can forget everything for even longer. He decides on option number two, accepts the champagne, and empties it in one long gulp.
“Whoa whoa whoa, Hunter, did Canada hurt your feelings this bad?” says a male voice with a gruff, Russian accent directly next to him.
Scott looks up and finds Ilya Rozanov looking back at him. He’s in grey sweats and a black hoodie and somehow manages to look well-rested after the flight from Sochi – probably the same one Scott just took –, all smooth golden curls and zero dark circles under his eyes. Scott hates him a little bit for it. He hates him a lot more when he pushes his hand luggage under the seat next to Scott’s and lets himself sink down in it.’Scott and Ilya meet on a plane after the Sochi Olympics. Things escalate a bit.
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08 Mar 2026
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standing in my light by leaveanote
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
05 Jan 2026
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In the sweaty summer days that follow, they can’t get enough of each other, making love almost every way imaginable.
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“I love you,” Ilya chokes out. “More. Please.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
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06 Mar 2026
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A video of Ilya and Yuna at the farmers market goes viral.
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- Part 4 of Flufftober 2025!
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03 Mar 2026
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“The fuck are you wearing, Roz?”
Ilya jerked his head up and turned around. Cliff Marleau was staring at him with a puzzled expression.
“A t-shirt, Marly,” Ilya said. “You’ve heard of them?”
“Why the fuck are you wearing a Metros shirt though?” Marleau crossed his arms across his chest.
What?
Ilya was about to retort, something about Marleau taking too many hits to the head, but when he glanced down, he was surprised, then horrified to see the red and blue Montreal Metros logo in the dead centre of his white shirt.
Shane’s white shirt.
Fuck.
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03 Mar 2026
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And suddenly, filling his entire screen, Rozanov was grinning into the camera with a row of bloody teeth. His lip was split. When he wiped his mouth with the back of his bare hand, it came away streaked with red. He spat the rest onto the ice with an awful smile and a wink before getting to his feet.
Jane: Can you stay in the dressing room?
Lily: Are you asking or telling?
Jane: You hate being told what to do.
Lily: Not when it's you
Jane: Stay.
Jane: You looked really fucking good taking that hit.
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03 Mar 2026