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    ‘I look forward to getting to know you more, husband-to-be.’ Ilya smirks, tongue wrapping around the last word with relish, a hand coming to trace the freckles dusted across his cheeks with a surprisingly delicate touch.

    Shane smacks his hand away with a snort, tampering down the blush threatening to make itself known to instead snap out a frosty retort. ‘In your dreams.’

    Except all Ilya, the Prince of Rozan, has to offer is a dark smile and wandering eyes. Shane can feel them burning through his clothes, his shoulders resisting the urge to curl inwards and shield himself from Ilya’s gaze.

    ‘Oh, but you already are. Am I not in yours, sweet prince?’

    or: Shane, Crown Prince of Hollaith hates Prince Ilya of Rozan with a passion. So the idea of marrying him is his worst nightmare - right?

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    14 Mar 2026

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    this was sooooo good. i love it i love it i love it

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    “Expecting company?” the person calls.

    There’s no way.

    He knows that voice—has heard it in his bed, and on the ice, and in his dreams—but he hasn’t heard it this closely and alone in years.

    For a split second, he thinks no one will be there. That Svetlana was right, and becoming a recluse was making him crazy.

    When Ilya finally does turn around, Shane Hollander is standing there, looking at him warily.

    “Ilya?”

    The ghost is back, only he speaks, and he’s not really a ghost at all.

    Or, Shane and Ilya never speak again after the tuna melt debacle and Shane marries Rose. Seven years later, news hits that they are getting a divorce. Somehow, Shane shows up on the doorstep of Ilya's remote cottage, with only a duffel bag and a small hope. For Ilya, time has changed both nothing and everything.

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    13 Mar 2026

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    He realizes it right before everything goes to shit. He’s just standing there in the loft and Eddie’s handing him Christopher’s backpack and talking about “he’s not that fast” and “order pizza” and Buck sort of stares at him—partly in shock, partly in reverence—and he thinks "I love you." He shoves it down immediately, of course, as far down as it’ll go, but the fact of the matter is, it’s there somewhere, floating around inside of him. He can’t get rid of it now.

    Not that it matters all that much, though, because there’s the whole quitting thing and the lawsuit thing and the argument in the grocery store and by the time he’s given his (re)start date he know; he well and truly fucked up.

     
    or: another classic post-lawsuit fic. Angst, hurt, some comfort, more angst, more comfort.

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    08 Mar 2026

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    Next to Shane laid four dildos, nipple clams, a ball gag, a vibrator, and a chastity cage.

    The game was simple: guess what dildo Ilya was sticking inside of him. If he got it right, he'd be rewarded. But if he got it wrong, he'd be punished.
    Simple enough.

    Or so he thought.

    Turns out, the rectum isn't an expert of determining textures.
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    Ilya creates a game where they test out several toys at once. Shane's competitive nature cannot save him here.

    Timeline: Several months after Season 1 but before The Long Game.

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    05 Mar 2026

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    Eddie's hand shot up before his brain could stop him.

    "Two thousand."

    It was for the orphans.

    The words left his mouth like they’d had been fired from a cannon, and every head at his table swivelled toward him.

    "Eddie?" Chimney's eyebrows climbed so high they nearly lifted off his face.

    "What." Eddie kept his gaze fixed on the stage, where Buck had gone very still, that grin frozen in place and his eyes locked directly on Eddie. “May can bid for Ravi, but I can’t bid for Buck?”

    “I think that was different?” Chimney gaped at him. “…wasn’t it?”

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    Eddie bids on Buck at the auction, things escalate from there.

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    Warning: This fic is shameless smut and I regret nothing.

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