A birthday fic drawing on my birthday lol (did I go looking for a birthday fic on purpose? You have no proof)
I cry every time I think of this bcs oh my gosh in my heart this is absolutely canon idc what Rebecca thinks this definitely happened 😭 it’s heartbreaking but wonderful and now that I’ve read it I never want to go back to a time that I didn’t it’s so good 🤌🤌🤌
Check out the fic on AO3 if you guys are in the fandom and have the time!
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It’s a great read and such a small moment but such an important one at that and I wish we actually had this in canon
My first foray into Heated Rivalry fanfiction. Hope you enjoy!!
“I have bad feeling about this.”
The two men looked up at the two-story suburban Ottawa house. Strings of multicoloured lights twirled around the squat, snow-covered cedar trees in the front yard, and a little cobblestone walkway curved up from the driveway toward the porch.
Shane looked over his shoulder and grinned. “You’re scared of my parents now?”
Ilya raised one dubious eyebrow. “Is not just your parents inside. Also there are aunts. Uncles.” He shuddered dramatically. “You should not have told me about Great Aunt Alice.”
Shane laughed. “It’s fine. Just ignore everything she says, and the rest are all gonna love you.” He leaned up on his tiptoes and kissed Ilya’s rough-stubbled cheek. “Just like I do.”
“Like you do?” Ilya wiggled his eyebrows up and down, and Shane saw the start of a mischievous grin twinkling in his eyes. “This will make this party much more interesting.”
My first foray into Heated Rivalry fanfiction. Hope you enjoy!!
“I have bad feeling about this.”
The two men looked up at the two-story suburban Ottawa house. Strings of multicoloured lights twirled around the squat, snow-covered cedar trees in the front yard, and a little cobblestone walkway curved up from the driveway toward the porch.
Shane looked over his shoulder and grinned. “You’re scared of my parents now?”
Ilya raised one dubious eyebrow. “Is not just your parents inside. Also there are aunts. Uncles.” He shuddered dramatically. “You should not have told me about Great Aunt Alice.”
Shane laughed. “It’s fine. Just ignore everything she says, and the rest are all gonna love you.” He leaned up on his tiptoes and kissed Ilya’s rough-stubbled cheek. “Just like I do.”
“Like you do?” Ilya wiggled his eyebrows up and down, and Shane saw the start of a mischievous grin twinkling in his eyes. “This will make this party much more interesting.”
Hope you enjoy it this time, you gave it all away. It was mine, so when you're dead and gone, will you remember this night twenty years now lost? It's not right.
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Summary:
Xaden Riorson is fine. He’s got a good life, a girlfriend he really likes, and he’s finally over his childhood family trauma. But then, on Christmas Eve 2025, his aunt sends him to the grocery store to pick up butter and eggnog and a chance encounter with his mother sends Xaden spiraling into his childhood memories of Christmases long past. Some are happy. Some are sad. Some are infuriating. And sometimes, an apology just isn’t enough…to make up for all the pain. What would he say if she tried to apologize?
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Christmas, holiday fic, Holiday Angst, Dramedy, Angst, Divorced parents, Apologies, Family Drama, Grief/Mourning, Unconditional Love and Support from Remaining Family Members, Strong familial bonds, Title from a Blink-182 Song, The Holidays Can Be Hard, Holiday Traditions, There are cute and funny parts I promise
Words: 8,771 | Status: Complete
Excerpt:
Vroom. An electronic roar tore through the living room, startling the cat, who slipped away under the couch only seconds before a remote control monster truck came skidding in, my cackling cousin running in behind it. The truck crashed into Bodhi’s dad’s leg. G.I. Joe flew out of the passenger seat and across the room. Ken flopped over onto the carpet.
A Christmas Eve catastrophe. Bodhi seemed positively delighted.
✭ the way they tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear like it’s instinct, like they didn’t even realize their hand moved until it was already touching you.
✭ sitting together on the floor while rain taps the windows, and they lean their head against your shoulder just to “rest for a second”… but they don’t move again.
✭ them offering you their scarf and wrapping it around you themselves, fingers brushing your neck a little too gently for “just keeping you warm.”
✭ you reaching for something at the same time, fingers colliding, both of you freezing like you accidentally triggered a spell.
✭ “hold still,” they whisper, fixing your necklace or brushing something off your face with such focus it feels like prayer.
✭ walking side-by-side, your hands swing just close enough to graze every few steps, until one of you finally, quietly, hooks a pinky around the other’s.
✭ the soft exhale they let out when you laugh. like they’d been holding their breath the whole time without noticing.
✭ them draping a blanket around your shoulders from behind, not saying anything, just lingering a second longer than necessary.
✭ sitting knees-to-knees while they teach you something with their hands, guiding yours gently, slowly, like the whole world is balanced between your palms.
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Sharing Clothes, or stealing, Depends on the perspective, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, in class, Chemistry, Dorm Laundry, Dorm Life - Freeform, Pre-Relationship, Texting, Hoodie, Lucky Hoodie, it smells like a sexy man, ridoc is obsessed, and you should be too, Dual POV, Inspired by shane hollander and that damn hoodie gif
After a laundry mishap, Ridoc finds himself with a hoodie he doesn’t recognize. It just might lead him to the love of his life.
May or may not be inspired by the Shane Hollander Hoodie GIF. Whos's to say.
Excerpt:
Out of habit, I put the end of the hood’s string in my mouth, and have to fight back a smile as I chew on the end. I just know this hoodie belongs—belonged, it’s mine now, I’ve decided—to the cutest boy.
Durran. Whoever that is. I spin around and collapse face first into my bean bag and say the name out loud over and over again until Sawyer comes back to our room and asks me, “The fuck’s got into you?”
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Sharing Clothes, or stealing, Depends on the perspective, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, in class, Chemistry, Dorm Laundry, Dorm Life - Freeform, Pre-Relationship, Texting, Hoodie, Lucky Hoodie, it smells like a sexy man, ridoc is obsessed, and you should be too, Dual POV, Inspired by shane hollander and that damn hoodie gif
Fic Summary: Following War Games and the events at Resson, Bodhi is overwhlemed by grief, the rebellion, and his new position as Flame Sectionleader and finds himself turning to Liam's squadmate Ridoc for solace as the two scheme an elaborate plan to steal Commandant Panchek's underpants. And somehow, much to his surprise, Bodhi finds himself falling for the larger-than-life rider.
Note: This fic is an Iron Flame retelling from Bodhi & Ridoc’s POV.
Chapter Summary: While their friends steal the Warrick and Lyra's jounrals from the sublevel vaults, Ridoc and Bodhi stand guard. It's time for them to have a big conversation, one that's been a long time coming.
Excerpt:
Three hours had passed and not once did Bodhi even glance in Ridoc’s direction, despite Ridoc’s increasingly desperate attempts to catch his eye. Granted, Bodhi’d been busy making sure his cousin didn’t kill Aaric—Cam—whoever the fuck he was, so Ridoc tried not to let it bother him. Honestly, watching Bodhi get between them was working for him. Two of the most powerful men on the continent and Bodhi didn’t cower or balk.
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