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The lighters stop working.
Or: Naim, Ryan and the world.
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“It scares me, a little,” Naim said suddenly, soft as a confession.
Ryan frowned. Cigarettes forgotten, he shifted onto his side so he could look at Naim properly, but he didn’t speak. Not yet—he knew from the way Naim was frowning that he was trying to untangle the chaos in his brain.
“Now that we’ve gotten this far, it makes me… Hope.”
“... For more?”
Naim couldn’t meet his eyes, but Ryan didn’t push it.
“... Yeah.”
He didn’t think he could handle it if he met Naim’s eyes right now, either.
(A long conversation after sex, four years after the boys left that shithole of a town behind.)
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- Part 2 of gardenias on the tile
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The day he finally can invite Shane back to his place, months after the Tuna Melt incident, Ilya got shot instead. He still drove back home, because death can wait, he needs to win Shane back first.
Well, as it turns out, all actions have consequences; Ilya’s was having to go through the indignity of finally having his feelings returned, while everyone watches.
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“No vodka?” Rozanov asks, tsking in disapproval but looking amused. “What then? What does the great Shane Hollander want when he does a good job? What is your vice, Hollander?”
“Hmmmm, mangoes,” Shane sighs out wistfully. It’s not a dangerous allergy for him, but it does mean being itchy and sometimes a little queasy for a couple of days after. Really he knows that he should probably avoid them altogether, but with every other restriction he has and with how controlled he is with his life even outside of that, it’s his one little indulgence, a pressure-relief valve of one bad choice to let some steam off at the end of a season, when he carves out time in his cottage when he can make his annual bad choice and enjoy a few days of wild mango madness before he makes himself buckle back into the restraints he usually keeps his life in.
He looks up when he hears Rozanov snort.
“Mangoes?” Rozanov repeats, tugging his shirt over his head. “Really?”
“They’re good,” Shane defends. “Better than vodka,” he adds, pointedly.
(shane has food allergies but makes an exception for mangoes) (5 times ilya didn't find out about this allergy and 1 time he did)
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17 Jun 2026
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Allergy comfort was not something I was expecting out of a fanfic
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An embrace for things unsaid by Canyon_Wren
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
17 Jun 2026
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Yuna Hollander had her ducks in a row. She was put together, organized, and prepared for anything. So when she found herself at the Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston with a broken wrist, a smashed phone, and no wallet, she was understandably flustered. Finding Ilya Rosanov in the ER waiting room was a completely different flavor of unexpected.