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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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branch into leaf by oriflamme
Fandoms: Naruto (Anime & Manga), Books of the Raksura - Martha Wells
09 Jun 2026
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It's a little troubling how familiar this has become, possibly. Kakashi is very aware of what he's doing. Risking. Has risked, past tense, what should probably be an alarming number of times, now. There's a reason he doesn't let any of the other halfway tolerable patrollers accompany him on these paper-thin 'scouting' trips. A reason apart from the way they'd start dropping hints that he's not being safe, being reckless with his life again.
Ha. Hm. No, after giving it appropriate analysis, mostly he's…curious.
Call it an on-going experiment.
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"You realize you do not have to compete with me in the zombie apocalypse, Hollander. ESPN is not tracking our zombie kill count.”
Ilya can live with Hollander hurting, as long as Ilya is the one who hurt him. Hollander will feel survivor’s guilt, obviously. He’ll go to the media crying and tell them how brave Ilya was. Their names are going to be linked together forever, and there is nothing Hollander can do about it, and Ilya will not experience any consequences.
Sometimes women tell him that his asshole cover is just a front for insecurity, but it’s okay, because he can put his walls down just for them. These women are wrong. Ilya is just an asshole. Nobody but God can judge him, and He’ll have the opportunity soon.
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What if instead of Montreal, their game during episode 4 was in Boston. And instead of having a terrible time at the club, Shane, Ilya, and a bunch of their respective teammates (and the dentist, the referee and the EBUG) have an even worse time barricaded in the dressing room trying to survive a zombie attack. It might be easier if they were on speaking terms—but then, maybe it wouldn't.
They just wanted to play hockey.Series
- Part 1 of Amiril Fic (Not Cover Art)
- Part 1 of Bobblehead Night
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27 Aug 2026
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SH: We’ve never been safe. We’re never going to be safe. We just wanted to play hockey. But they just want us to play hockey. It’s not the same thing.
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“We aren’t fucking dying,” Hollander says louder. “Come on, man, what are you going to do when you get out of here?”
“If I’m not trying to eat brains? Go to fucking confession.”
Hammersmith laughs. “I’m going to fucking retire,” he says. “My wife’s been on me about it for two seasons now. If I’d listened—” He clears his throat. “I’m gonna retire. Finish remodeling the house. Go to, I don’t know, Prague or something. I’ve never taken the kids anywhere that wasn’t for fucking work.”
“Same. I’m quitting my job,” Anna says. “I can’t afford it. I don’t care. Fuck it. I never want to see yoga pants or a spin bike or hear a zumba playlist again. I’m going to sell interviews about being stuck in the Haymarket with you guys.”
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“I’m going to get really fucking drunk,” Comeau says fervently. “And I’m going to do all the drugs.”“Inspirational,” says Hollander.
“Well, what the fuck are you going to do, then?”
“Win another Stanley Cup. Obviously.”
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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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- Part 2 of Wish I Were Here ("Fool." AU)
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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 🥰
The wound that love left in you is still there. It’s a hematoma under your skin. It’s necrotic. We all go through life collecting these wounds that never heal.
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a pox on all your houses by apocryphal
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
20 Jul 2026
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"Chlamydia?" Ilya has never heard Hollander's voice reach such heights in the absence of a cock. "You have chlamydia?"
"I did not get it on purpose," Ilya complains.
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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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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?