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We won’t release a statement right away, someone from the front office said, but if you’re missing a couple games there’s going to be questions. What are we going to call it? A family emergency?
Ilya had almost laughed. What emergency? His father is already fucking dead.
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bright as ever by Anonymous
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
21 Mar 2026
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Ilya sees ghosts, Shane's fine with it. It doesn't come up that often.
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- Part 11 of perfect from now on
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“What is grailed dot com?” Shane reads out loud from the computer screen.
“How have you spent almost fifty grand on it in the last year?”
Ilya doesn’t reply.
“Is it a-” it’s like Ilya can hear the gears turning in Shane’s head, “Is it a porn website?”
Ilya laughs lightly, endeared by Shane's choice of words, “As if you would know.”
“Fuck you, I’ve watched porn.”
Ilya turns to face him, a look of pleased incredulity painted on his features. He watches as Shane processes what he just said and then shakes his head as if to rid himself of the trance. Shane both hates and loves these moments when Ilya gets him to say ludicrous things in his own defense. As if he even needs to defend himself.
Shane and Ilya talk about personal finance, porn and they are in love.
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Ilya wrings out his shirt and tries to swallow the humilation burning at the back of his throat. "It is very funny," he says, flatly. "I am enjoying these jokes. I love to pay damages at every hotel. Is good for your poor sad American economy."
"They do it to everyone," Price repeats, as if Ilya is just anybody and that makes it ok.
Or: Ilya's rookie season costs more than expected.
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“You told me you were starved,” Marcus says, waving a hand at Esca’s too-thin body, “and you still look half-famished, even after a week of good food. At the very least, the sallowness should be gone from your cheeks by now, but it remains there. And yet when I see you eat, it is not with any particular hunger.”
“Oh,” Esca replies, surprise written across his face as though he had not expected Marcus to notice.
“Is the food Sassticca makes insufficient? Do you require something else?”
“N-no,” Esca says, and it seems to Marcus he has caught the man off his guard, though he cannot say why.
“Do you simply need more of it? Are you hungry right now?”
An expression of whetted appetite crosses Esca’s face with such speed and intensity that it shocks Marcus, but Esca only murmurs, “Yes, domine. Famished.”