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    It’s perhaps the sweetest Svetlana has ever known Ilyusha to be. She has always been granted access to the more affectionate side of Ilyusha, the one that he rarely shows to anyone else, but it was never anything compared to this. This tenderness, this adoration, that he gives so freely to Shane. It’s like her best friend is a completely different person right now, and she starts to wonder if maybe she was wrong earlier.

    Maybe, instead of being too boring for Ilyusha, perhaps Shane Hollander is giving him the space to become something soft. Something without walls, or masks, or armour.

    (Or, 5 times people doubt their love for each other, and 1 time they are certain of it.)

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    15 Feb 2026

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    “I could, though,” Shane said, not willing to give up just yet. “Seduce you. If we were meeting for the first time right now. As adults, I mean.”

    “You want to try?” Ilya asked.

    “If you think you can handle it,” Shane said. His blush was only getting darker, but the set of his shoulders was determined.

    Ilya smiled at him, helplessly charmed. Shane was such a competitive little shit, and he loved him so much.

    “What did you have in mind?”

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    13 Feb 2026

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    Shane deserves a special treat for making it through a tough season. He doesn't know how special the brownies at the Centaurs' party are.

    aka hospital Shane on the good drugs makes his return

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    03 Feb 2026

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    “And here I was going to behave, ask if I am yet allowed to touch you.” Ilya reaches between them to capture Shane’s chin between thumb and forefinger, looking intently into his eyes for a half-dozen heartbeats or so. Then his lips are on Shane’s, a warm press of mouths turned wet as Ilya slides his tongue between Shane’s teeth.

    “It was so fucking annoying, not being able to,” Shane grumbles into Ilya’s mouth, breaking the kiss so he can nuzzle Ilya’s pulse instead. “Not wanting this is stupid as hell.” As he rubs the underside of his jaw into Ilya’s shoulder, he feels the alpha’s low chuckle vibrate through to the base of his own spine, making him squirm.

    “For once we agree on something, Hollander. You are very stupid and annoying.”

    Some months after Shane recovers from rejection sickness in Ilya's bed, they share their heat/rut together at the cottage, both clinging to the delusion it's still casual.

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    29 Jan 2026

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    A memory loss fic where Shane gets hit hard in the head and wakes up in the hospital. He thinks he is 27, sneaking around with Ilya and still in the closet, only to learn that they are married.

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    Tears spilled down his mother's cheeks. “No, honey, you’re not twenty seven. You're twenty nine. Almost thirty.”

    Shane snorted. “That can’t—”

    “It is, sweetheart. And Ilya is…”

    She glanced at the door where two large shadows stood just beyond the frosted glass window. The shorter one embraced the much, much taller one.

    Shane’s heart started beating frantically in his chest. His head pounded as he tried to take in what he was hearing, tried to process what the fuck his mother was saying to him.

    “Ilya,” he squeaked. “Ilya is what?”

    “Ilya is your husband.”

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    08 Jan 2026

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