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“I don’t think you’re supposed to smoke here.”
Pointing at the sign that was posted literally above Rozanov’s head, Shane’s ire at the Angel-kin’s lack of respect for the rules grows when Rozanov doesn’t even look up.
The flint strikes on the lighter again, to no avail.
“Devil-kin who likes rules. Wow.” Rozanov’s voice is deep, much deeper than Shane was expecting, and it sends a shiver down his spine that knocks his tail loose from his waist. It lashes behind him, broadcasting his irritation for anyone to see, and Shane’s cheeks flush with embarrassment.
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- Part 6 of Retro Writing - May 2026 Challenge
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Tim, bound and gagged, listening to a group of people haggle over his fate, is hard-pressed to think of how this situation can get worse.
Then Hood walks in.
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Shane Hollander is everything a team could want. He shows up early, stays late, and fixes mistakes before they ever become more then blips. By every metric he is the perfect player.
Perfection, it turns out, is not the same thing as being okay.
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cardiac tamponade by asthestarsforetold
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
30 Apr 2026
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Cardiac tamponade: pressure on that heart that prevents it from filling and beating adequately.
Shane thought he knew two things: his move to Ottawa would cause chaos, and that the Ottawa Centaurs were nice.
As it turned out, he only knew one of those things.
(Or: the Cens are still a team of professional hockey players. They're going to fuck up.)
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- Part 1 of Cardiothoracic Pathologies
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13 May 2026
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Ilya’s heart starts to race as he hurriedly shoves his hand inside the rumpled material. Ignoring the exuberant players and their daemons around him, Ilya’s fingertips have barely grazed soft feathers before he’s carefully scooping the tiny body of a sparrow out of his jersey.
“Evie, malysh.” he whispers, horrified.
Shane’s daemon, a tiny sparrow with a mottled mix of brown feathers, lies limp in his hand. She looks so tiny, so fragile like this, that Ilya can’t help but cup his hands protectively around her little body. Running the pad of his thumb gently along her head and back, he tries to coax her awake; though she shivers and pulls her wings back close to her body, she doesn’t wake up.
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- Part 12 of Retro Writing - May 2026 Challenge