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    In the early hours of Saturday, the Hockey world was ablaze with the news that Ilya Rozanov was dead. Killed in a tragic car accident leaving behind a slew of devastated fans and a grieving husband still reeling in shock.

    The news also came as an incredible shock to Ilya when he awoke that same day, hungover and bleary, but very much alive. 

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    21 Apr 2026

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    “Do you...” Ben’s voice trails off, his gaze roaming over her unsurely, “need help with the rest?”

    Rey stares at Ben for a long second, some sort of strange, electric heat simmering up in the air. She wonders where his roommate is. She wonders what bizarre planetary alignment allowed her to go from studying with a broken arm to— to this in Ben Solo’s dorm room in less than an hour.

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    13 Apr 2026

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    Every Boston Raider knows that although their captain has a girl in every port, he’s got a soft spot for the one in Montreal. Dr. Shane Hollander knows it’s better to have a semi-regular source of casual sex than try to make a relationship work during residency. Ilya Rozanov knows that the doctor he’s fucking in Montreal is unaware that he plays hockey, and in fact probably thinks he’s Bratva.

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    29 Mar 2026

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    “How old are you, anyway?”

    Yellow eyes flicked wryly up to him. “Old enough to be more than your father, pup. C’mon, start putting your shit away.” The witcher stood, gathering their first pile of things— for the desk and its drawers— and neatly depositing them.

    “That’s not a number.” The bard smiled sweetly, eyes narrow, in the way Geralt said made him look like a little butcherbird: darling but violent-minded. “Don’t get shy now; you don’t look a day over seventy, dear-heart.”

    Geralt reached over and tugged his earlobe for the impertinence. “Cheeky, but close.”

    Jaskier laughed. Everything but his husband’s white hair looked to be late-thirties, perhaps forty; an excruciatingly fit, well-kept forty, but the shallow lines in his face and the fullness of his physique gave him away somewhat.

    “Fifty? Fifty-five? I’m not going to catch a case of the vapors, Geralt.” Jaskier made a point to keep his expression playful, despite the flush of embarrassment that crawled up his neck to color his face. He liked it, and Geralt knew that he liked it, so there was no shame in discussing it. Particularly when it kept the conversation away from why he liked it.

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    28 Mar 2026

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    Ever since she’d been small, Hermione’s reward for good marks had been a rampage through a bookshop, so the day she tore open her O.W.L.s results and triumphantly brandished the eleven Outstandings, her beaming mother said, “We’ll go to Foyles tomorrow,” without any discussion required.

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    28 Mar 2026