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I'm Reading Your Lips (You're Speaking My Language) by some1_around
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
22 Dec 2025
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Rozanov cocked his head. “You speak Russian? Or just the curse words?”
“Yes, I speak Russian,” he snapped, defensive and angry. He knew that it had been a mistake to even try to be friendly with Rozanov. “Why? Do I not look Russian to you?” He scoffed.
“No, not really,” Rozanov said. Some of his teammates laughed, although they mostly looked surprised that Shane was speaking to them at all. Rozanov didn’t laugh, though. “Are you Russian?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
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Despite an inauspicious start, when Russia’s Ilya Rozanov learns that Canada’s Shane Hollander is fluent in Russian at their first World Junior Championships tournament, it changes everything and sets them on a different course. Instead of being branded as rivals from the very beginning, Ilya and Shane start off as friends.
And, after all, a little friendly rivalry never hurt anyone, did it?
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07 Feb 2026
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when all i ever did (was race in circles) by brbsoulnomming
Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
31 Dec 2025
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“So you'd be the Viper then, yeah?” Tarquin asks, one eyebrow raised.
“Ser Templar,” the Viper greets, as calm and pleasant as if they'd bumped into each other at the market. “Good evening.”
Tarquin stares at him for a moment, then makes a pointed glance over his shoulder where it's still fucking pouring. A small river has started gushing in the divets where the walkway's been worn down over time. “Oh, piss off, it's a wretched night and you know it.”
There's a couple of sounds like muffled laughter from the gaggle of kids, and the Viper's eyes crinkle just a little bit in a way that Tarquin is going to assume is a smile.
“I was being polite,” the Viper protests.
“Polite would've been picking any other back alley to corral your little flock and interrupting someone else's way home at the end of a shite day,” Tarquin grouses.
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Or, how Tarquin joins the Shadow Dragons and somehow manages to fall in love with his boss.
One of his bosses. Good thing he has two, right?
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01 Jan 2026
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The first time it happens is (New Orleans, 1991 | Albany, 2009 | Augusta, 2012) and they are (drunk | sober | out of time).
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22 Nov 2025
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If Comfy, Warm, and My Size, Why No Sit: A Meta-analysis of Research into the Warm Flat Rectangle by Dr Fluffy Jones by finerandbonnier for snowynight
Fandoms: Original Work
21 Jul 2024
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Ever since humanity brought the Warm Flat Rectangle (WFR) into our lives catkind has striven in both academic and laycat circles to understand its purpose...
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11 Nov 2025
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New Lands for the Living by SassySnowperson for yujacheong
Fandoms: Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
20 Jul 2019
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The war is over, and nobody won. With the galaxy on the verge of destruction, Poe Dameron hatches a desperate plan—go back in time.
But Poe's plan quickly goes awry, and he finds himself on the run from local authorities. The only plan to keep him safe is…extreme, to say the least.
"Can't get you citizenship documents," the man muttered, his voice clearer now that it wasn't muffled by the scarf. Poe took a deep breath and forced himself to think. He looked back at his would-be rescuer.
Who was shoving the scarf back from the top his head, revealing a face that Poe knew. That lots of people knew. Kriff, that everyone knew, trillions upon trillions of sapients in the galaxy would recognize that face.
Luke Skywalker—as fresh-faced and young as the day he became the successful destroyer of the Death Star—was standing in front of him.
Fuck.
"Need a land grant to get a moisture farmer licence, can't even get you a travel visa without citizenship documents…Hm," the legend said, sighing. "Yeah. I think we're going to have to get married."
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24 Aug 2025