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    “You still haven’t fucked him?!”

    “Shhh,” Hermione hissed. “Be quiet! He’s upstairs.”

    “Sorry,” Ginny said with a laugh. “Though maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if he overheard.”

    Draco’s ears perked up at this. They were talking about him. About Hermione fucking him.

    “I’m beginning to think he’s a lost cause,” Hermione said with a sigh.

    What? No, no, no.

    Ginny snorted. “Oh please, you’ve never been one to give up so easily.”

    Yes! This is why you’ve always been my favorite Weasley.

    “Yeah well, he’s driving me absolutely mental,” Hermione groaned. “It’s a good thing I have Rosie to take the edge off, or I’d have been institutionalized by now.”

    Draco’s blood ran cold. Who the fuck was Rosie?!

    A misunderstanding between Draco and his Ministry mandated wife unfolds in a way he never could have expected.

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    02 Sep 2026

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    What do you do when your ingratiating ex won’t leave you alone? Ask a fellow professor to pretend he’s dating you, of course. 

    And when said coworker tells the press that you’re married

    You— 

    Wait. That wasn’t part of the plan. 

    Or, Draco shows Hermione precisely how he would treat his wife.

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    02 Sep 2026

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    And yeah, Shane knew that Ilya hadn’t been okay last time he was in Russia, but Ilya had had the very real excuse of a funeral to blame things on. Ilya had downplayed it as much as he could, and Shane hadn’t been there; he’d heard the fatigue and he’d seen Ilya’s tired smile, but he hadn’t felt the way Ilya’s hands were cold the entire time he was there, hadn’t seen through the screen the way Ilya dropped eight pounds in three weeks, hadn’t kept time when there were twenty hours in Ilya’s day instead of something closer to sixteen. Or, on the flip side, for the week or two after, when there had been approximately ten conscious hours in a day.

    It was one thing to see something. It was another to feel it in your hands.

    Ilya and Shane are so, so happy for their first year married. They’re playing in Ottawa together, they’re fucking winning, they’re together and out.

    So now, after a year, Ilya should be fine. He should be great. He should not be flinching at small noises or nearly punching people off the clock or feeling like he’s drowning whenever he’s not on the ice.

    Or: Ilya Rozanov, meet your PTSD.

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    01 Sep 2026

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    “You can cry when I knot you though, because it will be that good.” Ilya smirks, grinding against him with purpose.

    Shane groans, keening his neck into the pillow at the mere thought of it. “You’d do that? For me?”

    A deep hum reverberates between them. “I’d do a lot of things for you, Hollander.”

    aka Shane gets his heat early and someone refuses to stay away

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    01 Sep 2026

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    Social media fics that all involve my close personal friend Kate coming up with some… interesting narratives.

    None of them have anything to do with each other, and they all happen in different universes; the only thing they have in common are the returning Twitter users.

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    01 Sep 2026