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  1. Public Bookmark 46

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    Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov show up late to what they think is a preliminary meeting for a perfume campaign.
    It is not a meeting.
    It is a photoshoot.
    They are underdressed, unusually intimate with each other, and absolutely convinced that no one notices a thing.

    Or: The photographer notices everything. The makeup artist does her best. The managers panic.

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    25 Jan 2026

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    Hayden felt sick as he saw Shane glance between them and his own phone in J.J.’s hand, taking in what was probably his worst nightmare playing out right in front of him. Because Hayden could see it, within seconds, the way his face closed off, went blank, like he knew exactly what was happening because he’d been dreading it for so long.

    But his eyes, fuck, his eyes showed everything even as he went very still. The bone-deep profound terror was all there.

    Hayden wanted everything to stop, he wanted to shove J.J. out of the room, shove himself out of this situation, shove Shane out of harm’s way.

    “Why the fuck is Rozanov sexting you?”

    Hayden wanted to shove the shirt Shane hadn’t had time to put on in J.J.’s fucking mouth.

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    24 Jan 2026

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    Harris hadn’t meant to say anything. He hadn’t even realized what he’d said, honestly, until Ilya’s reaction: choking on his beer, eyes bugging out, looking more nervous than Harris had ever seen him look.

    Why couldn’t he have just kept his mouth shut? He was tipsy, and probably a bit too comfortable, but still. He should have known better. He felt like the biggest asshole alive.

    Hold on. Rewind. Start from the beginning.

    Or:

    Five times Ilya Rozanov set off Harris Drover's gaydar (and Harris said nothing), + one time Harris completely put his foot in it

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    24 Jan 2026

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    A whump fanfiction series that is actually, secretly, a fix-it.

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    22 Jan 2026

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    “Shane?” Ilya asks again. “What happened?” His gloveless hand twitches and he lifts it a fraction of an inch towards Shane.

    Shane tosses his own gloves to the ice and reaches forward, lacing their fingers together. “You took a bad hit,” he says, gritting his teeth against the fear clawing at his guts. “Flipped headfirst into the ice. Are you okay?”

    Ilya groans in answer and squeezes his hand, though Shane can't tell if he meant to do that or not.

    Suddenly, there are people all around them. Shane shifts protectively close before he realizes it’s the medical team.

    “Hollander, get back to your bench,” someone says, but there’s no way Shane’s going. Even if he wanted to, Ilya’s gripping his hand like a lifeline, eyes finally locked on Shane’s face. Shane isn’t leaving him.

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    22 Jan 2026