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  1. Public Bookmark 43

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    “You okay?” Shane asks, dropping his t-shirt into the hamper.

    Ilya doesn’t glance over. “Yes.” It’s firm and final. An obvious demand to drop it. And Shane might’ve… if Ilya wasn’t currently climbing into bed in a long-sleeved shirt. Shane stands by his side of the bed, watching Ilya like he’s never seen him before. In all of their years together, he’s never once seen Ilya sleep in a long-sleeved shirt aside from that night their heating unit broke, and they’d had to bundle up until it could be fixed in the morning. But that was three years ago, and it’s the beginning of spring right now. And Ilya runs warm.

    “What?” Ilya asks, finally realizing that Shane isn’t getting into bed.

    “Why are you wearing that?”

    - or, Ilya hides an injury, and it's totally not a big deal (except it is to Shane)

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    16 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 21

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    "What they don’t tell you when you become ‘famous’ is that fanmail doesn’t strictly need to be positive by definition. Sometimes fanmail can look like a picture of him walking into his building at night, gear bag slung over one shoulder and face illuminated by a streetlight, unaware someone is photographing him. Fanmail can be his signature on a puck, returned to him covered in animal blood (he assumes it’s animal blood) and reeking of rot. Fanmail can even look like thin, white strips on the side of his sensible car, from someone keying it while he was in the store. Fanmail can look like anything, really. "

    In which Shane is the victim of an attack.

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    16 Jun 2026

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    "Do you ever wish I was softer?" he asks Ilya. "That I was less stubborn or more...I don't know. Sweet?"

    They're lying in bed, legs intertwined and bodies tangled together under the sheets, still naked from the night before. It's a quiet Sunday morning, sun peeking through the curtains and warming Shane's half of the bed. Ilya's hand curls at the nape of his neck, fingers working through the knots in Shane’s hair.

    Ilya hums before, "You think you are not sweet?"

    or, shane worries he's not enough of an omega and ilya helps remind him that he is.

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    16 Jun 2026

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    Where his friend’s curls should have been on the pillow there was a shock of black hair. Instead of Roz’s familiar features he was looking at a face full of freckles, a face that he recognized easily as they had been playing against each other only hours earlier.

    Shane Hollander.

    Shane Hollander was in Ilya Rozanov’s bed.

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    Another Cliff finds out fic.

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    16 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 5

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