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    Collection of prompts, headcanons, ideas, missing scenes, and tomfoolery that I think would suit the Netfix!Witcher universe.

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    Collection of prompts for the Reed900 ship from Detroit: Become Human.
    As the prompts are filled they'll be reordered in a somewhat chronological sense; pre-relationship, pining, and established relationship, also ranging from rated T to E bc they all have cursing or some form of violence within them.

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    A completed look into the minds of my favs after the shit show that was S1: 6. You know...you know.
    Either way this was completed before the even bigger let down of S2: E8 so..... I guess it's all good for know.
    Here's hoping for season 3.

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    Loosely inspired by this tiktok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGdxJ3hAr/ so full credit to Lucy

    Starts after the game Hollanov plays against each other during the Rose Landry era
    Their teammates aren't as daft as they are in canon, hence the title

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    12 Oct 2026

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    Loosely inspired by this tiktok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGdxJ3hAr/ so full credit to Lucy

    Starts after the game Hollanov plays against each other during the Rose Landry era
    Their teammates aren't as daft as they are in canon, hence the title

    WIP 11/?
    TBR

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    “Hello? What is going on? Did you mean to call me?” Ilya asked nervously, glancing around at his team to make sure they weren’t focused on him, confirming that most of them were either undressing and checking their own phones or teasing St. Simone about the new tattoo he had gotten the other day.

    “I—I think—” Shane stuttered, and Ilya frowned when he heard another scream from Shane’s end of the line that didn’t sound like a gleeful hockey celebration. Was there something beeping loudly, too?

    “I think the plane is crashing.”

    And Ilya’s world came crumbling down.

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    After the tuna melt incident, Shane calls Ilya from a plane that is going down.

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    12 Oct 2026

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    “Hello? What is going on? Did you mean to call me?” Ilya asked nervously, glancing around at his team to make sure they weren’t focused on him, confirming that most of them were either undressing and checking their own phones or teasing St. Simone about the new tattoo he had gotten the other day.

    “I—I think—” Shane stuttered, and Ilya frowned when he heard another scream from Shane’s end of the line that didn’t sound like a gleeful hockey celebration. Was there something beeping loudly, too?

    “I think the plane is crashing.”

    And Ilya’s world came crumbling down.

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    After the tuna melt incident, Shane calls Ilya from a plane that is going down.

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    “Worried about me, Hollander?”

    A few months ago, Shane would’ve called him an asshole and left him in this dingy hospital room alone. A few months ago, Shane would’ve rolled his eyes and thrown back a line about wanting to ensure all his patients were looked after and how he had a responsibility, especially to members of his own firehouse. Hell, a few months ago, maybe Shane wouldn’t have even been here in the first place.

    But today, after the scare he’s had and the hours he’s spent really coming to terms with… well, everything, Shane just nods tiredly.

    “I was. I was terrified actually. I haven’t left this hospital since I rolled in doing chest compressions on you because we couldn’t get your sinus rhythm back and your heart stopped.”

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    OR: Ilya Rozanov is Firehouse 17's supposed asshole lieutenant and Shane Hollander is their newest paramedic.

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    12 Oct 2026

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    “Worried about me, Hollander?”

    A few months ago, Shane would’ve called him an asshole and left him in this dingy hospital room alone. A few months ago, Shane would’ve rolled his eyes and thrown back a line about wanting to ensure all his patients were looked after and how he had a responsibility, especially to members of his own firehouse. Hell, a few months ago, maybe Shane wouldn’t have even been here in the first place.

    But today, after the scare he’s had and the hours he’s spent really coming to terms with… well, everything, Shane just nods tiredly.

    “I was. I was terrified actually. I haven’t left this hospital since I rolled in doing chest compressions on you because we couldn’t get your sinus rhythm back and your heart stopped.”

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    OR: Ilya Rozanov is Firehouse 17's supposed asshole lieutenant and Shane Hollander is their newest paramedic

    WIP 10/12
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    A snowstorm strands the Boston Bears in Montreal with not enough hotel rooms and nowhere to go in their rival’s city.
    On a reckless impulse, Ilya volunteers to stay with Shane Hollander.
    His teammates think it’s a joke.
    Shane plays along.
    No one knows they were in the same bed just hours ago.

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    12 Oct 2026

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    A snowstorm strands the Boston Bears in Montreal with not enough hotel rooms and nowhere to go in their rival’s city.
    On a reckless impulse, Ilya volunteers to stay with Shane Hollander.
    His teammates think it’s a joke.
    Shane plays along.
    No one knows they were in the same bed just hours ago.

    TBR

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    Shane flew in a day early for the CCM photoshoot in Toronto and saw Ilya Rozanov carrying a child in front of the hotel reception. His decision to help changes everything.

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    If he didn’t heard about the recent passing of Rozanov’s father, brother and sister-in-law in a car accident, leaving him and his baby niece the sole survivors of the family, he would have thought she was his child, seeing how similar their looks, down to the golden curls and blue-green eyes.

    “So, I managed to sort out the booking issue. Your room should be ready in a few hours, but until then, you can use mine for a bit. They're also going to arrange childcare for…” Shane paused, realizing he had no idea what the little girl's name was.

    Rozanov shifted the child higher on his hip. “Ah, is my plemyannitsa, uh, niece, Lyudmila.”

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    12 Oct 2026

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    Shane flew in a day early for the CCM photoshoot in Toronto and saw Ilya Rozanov carrying a child in front of the hotel reception. His decision to help changes everything.

    ******

    If he didn’t heard about the recent passing of Rozanov’s father, brother and sister-in-law in a car accident, leaving him and his baby niece the sole survivors of the family, he would have thought she was his child, seeing how similar their looks, down to the golden curls and blue-green eyes.

    “So, I managed to sort out the booking issue. Your room should be ready in a few hours, but until then, you can use mine for a bit. They're also going to arrange childcare for…” Shane paused, realizing he had no idea what the little girl's name was.

    Rozanov shifted the child higher on his hip. “Ah, is my plemyannitsa, uh, niece, Lyudmila.”