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“Oh my god,” the intruder says, voice coming faster and higher-pitched. “Shane, what the fuck? Oh my god.”
“Eeleeyah, come to my cottage,” Ilya mocks, voice muffled by Shane’s skin. “Don’t go to Russia. Come to my house instead. Is so private. No one will know…we will be completely alone. Together.”
“Oh my god, is that Ilya Rozanov?” the intruder yelps like he's about to start hyperventilating. “Why is Ilya Rozanov half-naked in our kitchen, Shane?”
“Okay, I know how this looks,” Shane tells Ilya, “But I mean, technically, we are still alone. Together.”
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At the cottage, Shane and Ilya meet eighteen year old Shane Hollander. This is really only a surprise for one of them. Everyone handles it as well as can be expected.
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20 Feb 2026
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Shane and Ilya spend their final moments at the cottage together, and Ilya tries out a new term of endearment to call Shane after "lovers" didn't go so well. And maybe accidentally, Shane will call Ilya something in return.
written for the ficwip event, "Hey, Sweetheart" 2026
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16 Feb 2026
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Someone’s posted a shaky video from the stands, just behind the whole altercation. It’s close enough to catch the snarl on Rozanov’s face as he charges up the steps. He’s so pretty, Shane thinks faintly. The video starts too late to show what set him off, but it catches the tail end of what the man is yelling, the things he's saying about Shane, before pivoting to calling Rozanov a cunt and bitch and a pussy instead.
Rozanov drops his gloves for Shane. He wishes he could just be grateful, but it feels a little bit like the end of the world.
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03 Feb 2026
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Was it Love or Fear of the Cold That Led Us Through the Night? by vixwixandtix
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
10 Jan 2026
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"Nothing is running. It is a fucking blizzard," Ilya tried to sound calm, but he was still kind of freaking out.
"What time is your flight back?" Hollander asked, still facing the window. It was hard to read his tone without seeing his face, although far be it for Ilya to complain about the view.
"Probably not until afternoon, if planes take off at all tomorrow," Ilya admitted.
"What hotel are you staying at?"
"The Hyatt over by the rink,"
"Yeah, you'll never make it back there tonight," Hollander muttered.
They didn't stay. It just wasn't something they ever did. As soon as they were done, one of them was out the door and back to wherever they were supposed to be in the first place. But surely Hollander wasn't about to send him out into a literal blizzard with no way to get back to his hotel. Ilya put his phone on the nightstand and stood up, tentatively approaching where Hollander remained frozen staring out into the snowy abyss that had once been the city of Montreal.
"Is it okay that I stay here?"
"Well yeah, you're gonna have to, man, there's no way you're getting back tonight," Hollander replied like Ilya was being slow.
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11 Jan 2026
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The thing is, Gerard is forty-fucking-eight years old. He's been in this band since he was 24 - well, give or take the years they were broken up, but, c'mon. You never really stop being in My Chemical Romance. So there's absolutely no fucking reason why he should be acting like he's brand new to the universe on this tour. And yet, Frank.
aka Frank and Gerard have been casually hooking up on and off since, oh, the beginning of the band, and after nearly a quarter of a century, Gerard is finally sick of it.
Featuring: 45+ year old boys being so incredibly dumb, Mikey Way's canonical love of texting, and Ray being the silent glue that holds this whole shitshow together.
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02 Oct 2025
