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    At the Trident, Robert Baratheon suffers some wounds, and when he wakes, he is not the man everyone knew. At Storm’s End, a dying lady makes a miraculous recovery, returning to life and sent on changing it.

    Or.

    Sirius Black and Lily Evans find out there are consequences of falling through the Veil and ancient magics

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    15 Jun 2026

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    “You could date me,” Rozanov says nonchalantly.

    Wait. What?

    Shane is sure he must’ve misheard. He stares at the other boy in disbelief, his mouth hanging slightly open.

    “What?” he asks aloud, because surely Rozanov must’ve hit his head or something.

    But the blond man just shrugs casually. “You need hot fake boyfriend. I am available.”

    or, the fake dating hollanov fic, in which Shane desperately wants his ex to think that he's no longer hung up on him and his rival Ilya Rozanov is more than happy to help.

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    15 Jun 2026

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    “Enjoying lunch?” Ilya reached over and grabbed a stick of carrot from Hollander’s bowl, crunching noisily. “Wow, special day, you are allowed salad dressing, huh?”
    “Fuck off, Rozanov.”
    “Your car looks slow. Did you bring car seat for the kids?”
    Hollander looked like he would murder him. Even better. Ilya enjoyed this look of steady hatred on him more than anything else. Well. Almost anything else.
    The way he looked when he was desperate to cum after hours of edging probably beat it.

    Shane Hollander is Formula 1's hottest talent and three-time world champion, destined to break records. Ilya Rozanov is a fast, aggressive driver who never had the car to match his abilities - until now.

    They've been rivals in some form for fifteen years - and this season, finally in evenly matched cars, one of them is going to win the World Driver's Championship. That is, as long as they can keep up their carefully constructed rivalry, and not give in to the feelings they've been running from almost all their lives.

    aka: 'What if Heated Rivalry was F1 instead of hockey?'

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    05 Jun 2026

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    What the actual fuck

    James stood still at the door, shocked. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it certainly wasn’t this.

    What the actual fuck

    His mind still couldn’t wrap around what he was seeing. Morgan. Blindfolded. Sitting on the bed. Mostly naked. Looking completely unbothered too, one leg swinging slightly side to side with the other one tucked underneath him.

    What the fucking fuck

    ——

    Or; Dexter moonlights as an escort in between kills to satiate his urges, and James accidentally becomes his go-to client.

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    02 Jun 2026

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    Before Alex can finish typing out the rest of his text, the door of the club is suddenly being swung open, banging him right in the center of his fucking head. He stumbles backwards, falling down onto the sidewalk on his ass.

    “Oh my fucking Christ,” a panicked voice rushes out. And… is that a British accent? Alex doesn’t know. All he knows is that his head hurts.

    “Ow,” Alex says in response, clutching his head in his hands.

    The person with British accent, who Alex assumes is the one that hit him with the door, crouches down in front of him.

    “Did I hit you?” the person, a man, asks.

    Alex huffs. “No, the fucking door hit me by itself.”

    Alex looks up to see who the man is, and he thinks he must be concussed. Yup, he has to be. Because there is no other valid explanation as to why Henry fucking Fox is crouched in front of Alex, looking at him with the most worried expression Alex has ever seen.

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    30 May 2026