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wallet? check. keys? check. secret immortal? check. by ivara
Fandoms: The Old Guard (Movie 2020), The Old Guard 2 (Movie 2025)
14 Jul 2025
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Andromache isn't the only one with a secret immortal she forgot about in her back pocket.
Outside, as Nile replies, there’s a faint “hup!” sound like someone doing a 10 ft vertical leap and then swinging over the balcony railings. Nile says, “Joe’s out on the -”
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personally, I suspect death puts us beyond their power by ivara
Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
01 Jul 2023
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When she takes the position in the archives, when she kills the thing that killed Angus back, she takes the recorder with her.
The Grinning Wheel goes up in crackling flames.
The summer heat is muggy, the roar of the fire lingering in her ears, and Gertrude is overhot, shaky with adrenaline and misplaced fear. She hides her shakes in the press of people on the tube, the livid burns on her hands in the pockets of her jacket. The metal of the tape recorder is cool against her skin. It feels like a job well done. It feels like satisfaction. It's only when she's shut the door in the silence of her flat that she hears the whiir. It's run out of tape.
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Over the years, the sound stops.OR: a study of Gertrude Robinson on tape through the years. The choices add up.
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pity the man that stands in my way by ivara
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
13 Apr 2021
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there's just such a disconnect between Hilda's voiced proposals to sit each battle out and her brutal axe murder capabilities
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“Just got the word from the officials, Metros are shutting Miitka down for the night," LeClaire says almost dispassionately. “Third period we’re up against,” LeClaire consults his clipboard, “Shane Hollander. Drafted 2009, current starter for the Laval Maples, posts a .905 save percentage.”
Ilya stays where he is, rolling the name around in his head once, without much interest.
Hollander.
Doesn’t ring a bell.
Inspired by that one twitter post, what if Shane was a goalie?
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19 Mar 2026
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There’s nothing loud about his game. Nothing showy, no scrambles unless he has to. The only thing that looks like an actual preference for Hollander is his glove-side, snatching pucks clean out of the air like he knew exactly where they’d be. It's irritating in a way Ilya can't quite articulate: there's no overcommitment to punish, no extra foot out of position, no tell to read. No panic. Even when the puck moves east–west he doesn’t bite early.
There's one clip in particular though—that two-on-one against Winnipeg, the pass hasn’t even left the blade and Hollander’s already leaning in the right direction. Ilya watches it at half speed. Watches it again. Rewinds to the moment just before Hollander commits.
Ilya rewinds it a third time.
Not because it's pretty. Because there's something in the timing he can't quite place yet, a decision happening earlier than it should, and it's sitting wrong in the back of his head like a word he can't remember.
His phone buzzes on the cushion beside him and for a half-second his heart stops. It’s just the team group chat though: the veterans went out together and someone has posted a golf score, Feller’s apparently, and the responses are immediate and merciless. Ilya watches the notifications stack up without touching his phone.
Below all of the team chats, unopened: You have (7) missed calls from Alexei.
Ilya turns back to his laptop. Watches the two-on-one clip one more time. At normal speed, it’s a half-impossible correction. No extra rotation. No wasted slide. Perfect.
The apartment settles around him in the dark, and Ilya lies back and stares at the ceiling and lets whatever is sitting in his chest just. Sit there. It's not nerves—Ilya’s never had nerves for hockey, not for years. No, this is something with more edge to it than nerves, something that wants the puck on his stick, eighteen thousand people screaming, and Hollander square in his crease at the other end of the ice, watching him. Waiting for him to make a move.
Two days till the first game of the second round.
Ilya closes his eyes.
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Cat with a feather—who the hell comes up with this sort of thing? Shane’s next breath comes out sounding like a laugh without Shane fully meaning it to, but it’s kind of worth it for the way the corners of Rozanov’s eyes go all crinkly as he smiles.
It’s a 1-0 game for Montreal right now. Is this really what Rozanov thinks about mid-game? Shane has to know.
“I’m surprised you can even see what my face is doing under here,” he says, squinting exaggeratedly through the cage of his mask, tapping the bars lightly with his blocker, “probably not what you should be looking at. Is that why you haven’t scored anything on me yet, Rozanov?”
Rozanov grumbles something under his breath, spinning his stick in a way that communicates displeasure clearly across language barriers, and Shane feels a pulse of satisfaction.
"Here's a tip," Shane adds, because he wants to be helpful. No other reason. "You're supposed to be aiming in here." He gestures into the net with his blocker. "Not directly at my glove hand."
“Oh, Hollander,” Rozanov says, drawing the name out as he looks around the rink with an exaggerated expression of surprise. “Are you sure? I thought we were playing catch.”
Shane snorts. Rozanov’s a funny guy. "Yeah well. Keep doing that. Easy saves for me."
Rozanov’s grin goes bigger. “Are you saying you don’t like to work hard? Because I thought you—”
“Hey– Roz!” A Boston player’s voice (Marleau, #7, big hitter) cuts through Rozanov’s chatter so unexpectedly both he and Shane flinch slightly. Shane glances up and (oh, whoops) both Gilly and Feller are being escorted to the box and the rest of the players are moving back to the center dot. From the looks of it the refs apparently decided to make it offsetting majors, despite Shane being almost certain Comeau instigated.
Shit, did we seriously not notice the ref making the penalty announcement?
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Obito tipped his head back, and abruptly all his weight was leaning into Gai’s palms as he grinned. He was glowing, in the sunlight, and Gai thought—he looks like someone who has never been happy before.
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About a year ago, Gai and Kakashi hauled Obito Uchiha out of his Tobi persona like a feral cat being yanked out of the trashcan. Things seemed to be looking up. So why are we talking about Nohara Rin all of a sudden?
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06 Jul 2026
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*cheering* Yay! Yay! YES! :D Obito you can't have what you want 🥰 in your infinite dream 🥰
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Don't Let This Fading Summer Pass You By by DesdemonaKaylose
Fandoms: Naruto (Anime & Manga)
01 Jun 2026
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"You didn't– you don't like me!" Gai managed.
Kakashi frowned. "I like you, Gai. Have I really never told you that?" A depressing thought occurred to him. "Oh. Am I dead? Is that it?"
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The thing about it is that, while some people grow into themselves, Kakashi is the sort of person who grew out of himself. He wasn't ever very good at being a child. Gai hadn't noticed it when he was a child himself, but now that he's got a teenage version of his rival on hand to compare with, he's starting to come to some belated realizations. It shouldn't be surprising; who really gets to be a child in a ninja village? But Kakashi was definitely worse at it than most.
He'd feel sympathetic, except for how the cocky little bastard keeps inexplicably hitting on him.
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22 Jun 2026
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"Lighten up, Kakashi! This can either be a grueling march or a brave quest. All I'm doing is letting it be a brave quest."
"Don't you think you should take this a little more seriously?"
Gai drew himself up, every golden muscular inch of him. "I take everything seriously, Kakashi, that's what you don't get about it! There's nothing more serious than having a positive attitude." He paused there for a moment, looking down at Kakashi, and then clutched his hands to his face. "Ahhhhh I keep forgetting who I'm talking to!"
Always with the dramatics. Maito Dai had been just as over the top at thirty-five, if not worse, so Kakashi wasn't really surprised. Some things are in the bones.
"What's he like?" Kakashi asked. "The me you're used to."
Gai pulled his hands apart and peered down at Kakashi. "I don't know if I should tell you," Gai said, sounding more serious than Kakashi expected. "Never meddle in jutsu you don't understand, they always tell me."
"And since when do you listen?"
Gai changed the subject. "Well, my Kakashi is like—he's like—hm!" he tapped his jaw with both hands, staring up at the dark canopy. "He's a brilliant shinobi, renowned throughout the ninja world, a man who is true of heart and loyal to the end!"
Kakashi nodded indulgently. Of course Gai would say that.
"And also," Gai went on, "he's a lazy, do-nothing bastard who thinks he's too cool for a normal conversation! He's a real asshole! He never acts like he takes anything seriously, and he has terrible taste!"
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“Well, that’s not entirely true.”
They all turned. Leaning against Gai’s shoulder like the man was a convenient fence-post, there was a taller and more solid version of Kakashi watching them through a curved smile. He wiggled his half-gloved fingers.
“Hi,” he said, “we’ve met before. I’m Hatake Kakashi.”
Gai, who had just crossed his arms and stood obligingly in place while the other man used him as a post, blew out an annoyed huff of air. “Children, meet my rival,” he said. “The current and proper version of him.”
“I’m the proper version?” the elder Kakashi asked, slightly disbelieving.
“Compared to this perverted little bastard,” Gai replied, and then instantly slapped his hands over his mouth, looking with wide eyed mortification at the kids.
Elder Kakashi looked at Younger Kakashi with an expression like “Really? What did you do now.” This was a look he most associated with Captain Shikaku, but the older version of him was recreating it pretty well.
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The Astrobiology Immersion Program by startingatmidnight
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
10 May 2026
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It's not every day you wake up with five arms and no eyes, but Ryland Grace stopped having normal days a very long time ago.
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Cunk on Fangs by beemovieerotica
Fandoms: Cunk on Earth (TV), Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
18 Mar 2025
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Philomena Cunk interviews the vampire.
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20 Apr 2025
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“Miss Cunk, the story will not take centuries to tell, just that it covers centuries,” Louis says, his face growing very concerned.
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“Jesus,” I mutter, but I keep eating.
Louis sucks the blood out of Rashid’s neck as Rashid looks like he’s about to cum. I’m having a decent time watching, but it’s doing something to Daniel psychologically.