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    Ilya is not going to steal Shane Hollander's dog. That would be illegal. And wrong. And someone would probably find out and make Ilya give him back.

    So. Not stealing.

    But there is nothing wrong with giving Chernysh all the pats and treats that he deserves, is there?

    Nothing wrong with encouraging Chernysh to spend more and more time at Ilya's house until he doesn't even remember who Hollander is.

    Because Hollander is stupid and boring and does not deserve a dog as good as Chernysh. No, he doesn't, does he? Because Chernysh is the best boy in the whole world, yes he is.

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    Oh. He’s ducking under the covers, under Ilya’s shirt, crawling up until he’s fully inside it—head pillowed safely on Ilya’s chest. The love that rushes through Ilya feels catastrophic, and he chokes with it. “Shane,” his voice trembles. Ilya pulls him closer, always closer. “Shane.” 

    Shane makes a high, soft noise in his throat, burrowing deeper into Ilya—almost like he’s trying to crawl inside Ilya’s body. Ilya would let him, if it were possible. Would carve out a place for Shane within himself, offer it with his bruised and bloody palms. Here, all of this—is for you. Shane makes that noise again—soft, pleading, like a whine—and Ilya succumbs, is helpless to. 

    He recognises it for the wordless plea it is, and gives Shane exactly what he wants. “Shanebug,” Ilya says softly, and Shane melts into his chest, every last string holding him up cut. “I love you.” 

    —a nickname, and all the love that comes with it.

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    06 May 2026

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    At eleven years old Ilya Rozanov's class is given an assignment:

    They will be randomly paired with a student at another school in Canada via email. In order to get full credit on the assignment, they must send at least five emails back and forth and gather enough information to write their project.

    After seven years, Ilya is pretty sure he's done enough for 100%

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    Shane and Ilya sending emails throughout the years. What happens when they meet?

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    i think i’m dehydrated i cried so many happy tears

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    The straps were thin against his skin. His chest was not completely flat under it, his rounded pecs filling out the fabric a little, the navy-stripe cotton lay flat against his pectorals with the lace framing his tiny bit of cleavage.

    Ilya dresses Shane up, despite his resistance.

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    The first time Shane sees the Voyagers winner’s room, the tiny cell-like cavity cut into the wall of one of the endless tunnels that makes up the layout of his new workplace, his stomach turns. It's a harrowing enough thought, the dubious measure of consent implied by things like sportsmanship and caving to tradition, but fuck.

    He tells himself he's just excited by the nature of the room, the figurative coming of age that a winner's room represents.

    It has nothing to do with the guilty, illicit idea of the only other person in the league who can hope to match him. And what they might get up to in here, undisturbed, permitted to indulge.

    Ilya wins a match, and to the victor go the spoils.

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