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    Shane could deny it – he could try to pretend the man in the audio whimpering for more isn’t him, that it’s a scam, that it was fake or edited. He could get lawyers involved, or take it to the press before anything leaks and control the narrative himself. But he doesn’t know how much more the blackmailer has, and he can’t risk Ilya getting outed or deported or – well, he can’t risk Ilya.
    *Shane and Ilya don't get caught at the cottage. But they still get caught.

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    24 May 2026

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    A series of somewhat haphazardly connected social media fics that take inspo from pop/stan culture

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    21 May 2026

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    Shane watches Ilya shove a hand through his hair, waits for him to meet his eyes. “You pretend to want things, pretend I can have things that we both know you won’t let me have,” he says, his newfound self-esteem carrying him past the point of no return. He wishes he’d never discovered it, because it’s making Ilya’s face do something awful.

    “Oh, you mean I hurt your feelings?”

    Close enough, Shane supposes, his chest aching again. He goes to lift his hand again, sees Ilya zero in on the movement, doesn’t. “I guess so.”

    Ilya scoffs, mean and sharp. “So sorry, Hollander, I didn’t mean to make you get so emotional about a casual fuck.”
    Asshole. So many times he has lobbed the word at Ilya in exasperation, reluctant affection and disbelief, but now he thinks it with vitriolic anger. “I think you should go.”

    Shane finally decides that Ilya's ability to weaponise sex isn't enough for him anymore. Ilya doesn't take it well, but Shane holds firm. Then they start to text about it. Sort of.

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    15 May 2026

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    It was one time.

    Statistically, condoms had a 98% success rate when used properly. That meant that the condom packet had to have been perfectly sealed, the latex itself had to have no tears or degradation in the material, and it had to be worn as directed.

    So why?

    Why did it feel like the universe was saying fuck you in big bold letters and giving him double birds at the same time?

    So why did the blue lines and the pregnant on the two tests sound so fucking fake?

    Or: Where Shane finds out he's pregnant after their first time together in 2013 despite wearing protection, because the universe loves to fuck with him.

    Set in Omegaverse. Tags will be updated as story progresses.

    (Will be updated every 4-6 days, opposite of The Fertility Face-Off. Updated: May 20th)

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    15 May 2026

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    Shane didn't hear the rest of Ilya's question. It happened so fast, in the span of a blink. One minute he was staring at his husband and the next he was in a hallway, the momentum of whatever that had moved him causing him to stumble forward. His body collided with the door in front of him, the thud of the impact ringing out into the hallway. 

    "Ow, fuck, what the fuck?" He groaned, steadying himself. "What the hell was that?" 

    A lock clicked, the door in front of him swung open. 

    "Sasha, ya ne khochu..." A voice, so familiar even without the rasp Shane knew it would gain in time that he recognized it instantly, stopped. "Who are you?" 

    "Oh." Shane gasped, his eyes growing wide. There, in front of him, was his husband. Only it wasn't his Ilya, as in the one he was just talking to, the one he woke up next to every morning. This Ilya was a bit smaller, his curls a bit bigger and more wild, younger. His eyes more guarded than the open, adoring blue Shane was used to now. "Oh my god."

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    11 May 2026