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[theprinceandagcd]

you'll be mine (and I'll be yours) | Hollanov | 6.2K words | Rated E

Ilya hums, playing the card he's been considering for this entire conversation. “We could make more interesting, yes? A bet.”  “A bet,” Shane repeats, eyes flashing. “Like what?”  The reporter cuts in. “What about wearing the other player’s jersey?”  They both turn to her, and Shane says, “Like, the loser wears the winner’s jersey?”  “Maybe at the next game in a couple of months?”  “Is a good idea,” Ilya muses, nudging Shane’s elbow. “You will look better in my jersey than in Montreal jersey.”  Shane makes a low noise, his eyes holding a bit of a spark when he looks back to Ilya. It’s what Ilya was hoping for—the tiniest crack in the mask. He can see a hint of exasperated affection around the corners of Shane’s eyes, a little bit of fire burning just beneath the surface. It sends a thrill down Ilya’s spine, and he wonders if Shane will be snarky when Ilya gets him naked tonight.  “That’s not happening,” Shane replies, shaking his head. “Because you’re not winning.” --- Ilya should have known better.

[rylandsgrace]

How many order tickets have you written me at The Claw? I know your handwriting. That bottle shattered at the Vigil, just like the barometer shattered in my apartment. Both times I felt something, and I know you felt it, too. And both times we were close enough to…

[theprinceandagcd]

don't you dream impossible things? | firstprince | 6k words | Rated T

He figured this part of the yacht wouldn’t be crowded—the only thing visible from this side is the river, it's the furthest point from a source of alcohol, and it's the most vulnerable to the evening chill that clings to the surface of the water. So he's surprised to find a lone figure standing on the deck, shrouded in shadows and leaning against the railing, staring out at nothing. The light from the boat and the moon overhead is just bright enough for Alex to recognize a perfectly tailored suit and blonde hair and the sharp cut of a strong jawline. Henry. Of fucking course. The expression on Henry’s face seems almost wistful in a way that Alex recognizes and feels drawn toward. The gentle breeze and relative quiet make the air feel like an embrace, like a stolen fragment of calm, shrouded in melancholy and the relief of finding space to breathe. So maybe it would be fine. Maybe it wouldn't be a fight. “You know,” Alex says before he can second-guess the impulse, taking a step closer. “If you're trying to make your Titanic dreams come true, this really isn't the place to do it.”

for @theheartofmaria <3

[theprinceandagcd]

don't you dream impossible things? | firstprince | 6k words | Rated T

He figured this part of the yacht wouldn’t be crowded—the only thing visible from this side is the river, it's the furthest point from a source of alcohol, and it's the most vulnerable to the evening chill that clings to the surface of the water. So he's surprised to find a lone figure standing on the deck, shrouded in shadows and leaning against the railing, staring out at nothing. The light from the boat and the moon overhead is just bright enough for Alex to recognize a perfectly tailored suit and blonde hair and the sharp cut of a strong jawline. Henry. Of fucking course. The expression on Henry’s face seems almost wistful in a way that Alex recognizes and feels drawn toward. The gentle breeze and relative quiet make the air feel like an embrace, like a stolen fragment of calm, shrouded in melancholy and the relief of finding space to breathe. So maybe it would be fine. Maybe it wouldn't be a fight. “You know,” Alex says before he can second-guess the impulse, taking a step closer. “If you're trying to make your Titanic dreams come true, this really isn't the place to do it.”

for @theheartofmaria <3

[theprinceandagcd]

don't you dream impossible things? | firstprince | 6k words | Rated T

He figured this part of the yacht wouldn’t be crowded—the only thing visible from this side is the river, it's the furthest point from a source of alcohol, and it's the most vulnerable to the evening chill that clings to the surface of the water. So he's surprised to find a lone figure standing on the deck, shrouded in shadows and leaning against the railing, staring out at nothing. The light from the boat and the moon overhead is just bright enough for Alex to recognize a perfectly tailored suit and blonde hair and the sharp cut of a strong jawline. Henry. Of fucking course. The expression on Henry’s face seems almost wistful in a way that Alex recognizes and feels drawn toward. The gentle breeze and relative quiet make the air feel like an embrace, like a stolen fragment of calm, shrouded in melancholy and the relief of finding space to breathe. So maybe it would be fine. Maybe it wouldn't be a fight. “You know,” Alex says before he can second-guess the impulse, taking a step closer. “If you're trying to make your Titanic dreams come true, this really isn't the place to do it.”

for @theheartofmaria <3

[theprinceandagcd]

don't you dream impossible things? | firstprince | 6k words | Rated T

He figured this part of the yacht wouldn’t be crowded—the only thing visible from this side is the river, it's the furthest point from a source of alcohol, and it's the most vulnerable to the evening chill that clings to the surface of the water. So he's surprised to find a lone figure standing on the deck, shrouded in shadows and leaning against the railing, staring out at nothing. The light from the boat and the moon overhead is just bright enough for Alex to recognize a perfectly tailored suit and blonde hair and the sharp cut of a strong jawline. Henry. Of fucking course. The expression on Henry’s face seems almost wistful in a way that Alex recognizes and feels drawn toward. The gentle breeze and relative quiet make the air feel like an embrace, like a stolen fragment of calm, shrouded in melancholy and the relief of finding space to breathe. So maybe it would be fine. Maybe it wouldn't be a fight. “You know,” Alex says before he can second-guess the impulse, taking a step closer. “If you're trying to make your Titanic dreams come true, this really isn't the place to do it.”

for @theheartofmaria <3

[smlmsworld]

you'll be mine (and I'll be yours) ♥♥♥

by theprinceandagcd a Heated Rivalry fanfic

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Pre-Book 6: The Long Game (Game Changers), Secret Relationship, Bets & Wagers, Shane Hollander Wears Ilya Rozanov's Hockey Jersey, Possessive Ilya Rozanov, Light Dom/sub, Explicit Sexual Content, The jersey stays ON during sex, Established Relationship

Summary:

Ilya hums, playing the card he's been considering for this entire conversation. “We could make more interesting, yes? A bet.”

“A bet,” Shane repeats, eyes flashing. “Like what?”

The reporter cuts in. “What about wearing the other player’s jersey?” They both turn to her, and Shane says, “Like, the loser wears the winner’s jersey?”

“Maybe at the next game in a couple of months?”

“Is a good idea,” Ilya muses, nudging Shane’s elbow. “You will look better in my jersey than in Montreal jersey.” Shane makes a low noise, his eyes holding a bit of a spark when he looks back to Ilya. It’s what Ilya was hoping for—the tiniest crack in the mask. He can see a hint of exasperated affection around the corners of Shane’s eyes, a little bit of fire burning just beneath the surface. It sends a thrill down Ilya’s spine, and he wonders if Shane will be snarky when Ilya gets him naked tonight.

“That’s not happening,” Shane replies, shaking his head. “Because you’re not winning.”

--- Ilya should have known better.

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Snippet:

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@theprinceandagcd ♥♥♥

[theprinceandagcd]

don't you dream impossible things? | firstprince | 6k words | Rated T

He figured this part of the yacht wouldn’t be crowded—the only thing visible from this side is the river, it's the furthest point from a source of alcohol, and it's the most vulnerable to the evening chill that clings to the surface of the water. So he's surprised to find a lone figure standing on the deck, shrouded in shadows and leaning against the railing, staring out at nothing. The light from the boat and the moon overhead is just bright enough for Alex to recognize a perfectly tailored suit and blonde hair and the sharp cut of a strong jawline. Henry. Of fucking course. The expression on Henry’s face seems almost wistful in a way that Alex recognizes and feels drawn toward. The gentle breeze and relative quiet make the air feel like an embrace, like a stolen fragment of calm, shrouded in melancholy and the relief of finding space to breathe. So maybe it would be fine. Maybe it wouldn't be a fight. “You know,” Alex says before he can second-guess the impulse, taking a step closer. “If you're trying to make your Titanic dreams come true, this really isn't the place to do it.”

for @theheartofmaria <3

[marril96]

Once Upon a Time 3.22 | There's No Place Like Home

[fuckrozanov]

goodmorning this is your assigned shane of the day

[moveslikekeithrichards]

when i say “that reminds me” & theres zero connection you just have to take my word for it theres no time to explain

[doomed2repeat]

Penelope Bridgerton — confused at the concept of having a husband that can’t make you orgasm. Does not know what it’s like to have to fake it.

Colin Bridgerton — confused at the concept of having a wife and wanting to take a mistress. Might not even know what a mistress is.

Perfect couple.

[hyperfixation-fix]

Can't stop thinking about how much of a relief it must have been for Ilya to realise how insanely predictable Shane is. Like, he's lived his whole life with a mother who had horrible mental illness, a father who was unstable and always angry, a brother who couldn't even hold down a job. He's had to keep secrets and lie and read between the lines just to survive.

And here's Shane. Shane who folds his clothes before sex. Shane who will always be happy with a cold ginger beer. Shane who has a stylist and an interior decorator because he likes things to look objectively nice.

Shane who answers "How many times can you cum in an hour?" completely literally. Shane who has no filter and comments on the bed being dirty within 0.2 seconds of cumming all over it. Shane who comes out to Ilya the moment he figures it out himself, and who tells him point blank that it's not just sex, because he never ever expects Ilya to read his mind.

Their relationship is far from simple, but it's probably one of the most predictable things in Ilya's world. Shane is a safe harbour throughout the years, even while the hurricane around Ilya only gets more and more destructive.

[magicaldreamfox1]

I don't ever want that problem to ever go away.

[jafffacakess]

I'd like to buy a vowel

https://archiveofourown.org/works/79363551

💌 4k | T | Post-Episode 6 💌 Hayden figures out who Boston Lily is thanks to three little letters on a Valentine's Day card

They had an early flight.

That’s how this whole fucking thing started.

If they’d just flown into Boston in the afternoon, like they usually did, none of this would have happened.

Shane would have gone to Ilya’s house, stayed overnight, and been back in his hotel room before breakfast. He wouldn’t have gone for a walk, and Hayden wouldn’t have figured out exactly who Boston Lily is.

But no, they had an early flight.

And now Shane feels like he’s about to die.

[persianmom-deactivated20260602]

i’m gently cupping every woman’s face when I say this: there are things far worse than being single at any age

[persianmom-deactivated20260602]

do not let your loneliness convince you that indifference or someone who is constantly hot + cold is better than being alone. being misunderstood or unappreciated is a loneliness of its own

[skaraptor]

AO3 should have an Annotation Mode where you can click to view all of the author's commentary and thoughts about certain parts of the work. A little comment that says "I spent five hours researching vintage radio mechanics for this and didn't even end up using it" or "this is an ancient Hebrew literary technique!" would make my day