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“But…” Ilya stalls out. He conjures his sun’s face: the soft curve of skin where the corner of his eye becomes the sweep of his cheekbone, the stubble that clings to the soft end of his chin, the strong and even line of his eyebrows. “Solnyshko,” Ilya says. “It means sun, yes, but… it’s like a pet name. Sunshine. Honey. I’m calling you my sun.”
This is mortifying in English. Christ, he should never have started this conversation. He should have shaken Shane off when he had the chance. Even as Ilya thinks this, he knows he could not have done it. He cannot deny Shanyshko anything. That has always been the problem between them. What a terrifying, awesome, horrible problem to have. Ilya would like to have this problem for the rest of his life.
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or, Ilya and Shane talk about their love, their lives.Series
- Part 2 of sailing, sailing
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11 Feb 2026
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Shane thinks that his past sexual encounter was "just bad sex". Ilya disagrees.
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24 Jan 2026
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Hayden knows something is wrong the moment Shane lets his coat drop to the floor, in a little pile by the front door, instead of neurotically hanging it up like he always does. How could a hookup with 'Boston Lily' leave him this distraught?
Or; an outsider perspective of episode 4, where Hayden has to pick up the pieces Ilya left of Shane after he storms out of his home in Boston.
01/18/25- EPILOGUE ADDED!
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- Part 8 of Hollanov
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14 Jan 2026
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Once outside, he leaned forward and put his hand against the cold stone wall. His phone was still to his ear, the message still recording.
“Ilya. Please. Please. I can’t do this. I don’t know what to do. Please. You can’t be dead.” His voice broke on the word. “I love you. I love you so much. More than anything. I need to hear your voice. I need you to…I need you…I need you…fuck. Please Ilya, please.”
Shane took the phone away from his ear and held it between both hands as though he were praying. He realized he was on the floor and didn’t know how he got there. He was crying. He was fairly certain he was hyperventilating.
His brain was desperately trying to grab at anything. Any thread of logic. Any idea of what to do next.
I have to see him.
Yes. That made sense. Shane needed to get to Tampa. Now. He would go there. He would find Ilya. Ilya would be fine. They would be together. He would see him. Tell him how much he loved him. He had to go. He had to go now.
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OR: What if Ilya lost his phone during the emergency landing, Shane couldn't reach him, he panicked, and chartered a plane to Tampa to find him instead...
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05 Jan 2026
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“You aren’t overheating in that?” She shook her head. “I promise I’m not attempting to seduce you in a grubby muggle pub.”
“You know I only allow myself to be seduced in libraries,” she said. He did know. He knew it very well. In fact, their first kiss -- if one could refer to such a monstrously hungry convergence in as simple a term as "kiss"-- had been in the Restricted Section of Hogwarts Library when they'd been back for an alumni event two summers ago.
“Mmm, yes, only in libraries, and our office, and my townhouse, and that one alleyway in–” she covered his mouth to stop him.
“Are you calling me easy?”“Never. I worked damned hard to become someone even moderately worthy of your attention.”
Hermione rolled toward him until he was forced to lay on his back. She curled into him, her face buried against his chest.
“Dolohov cursed me in fifth year.” Draco knew this. He traced his finger over her coat in the approximate location he would find her scars. “I told you there wasn’t any lasting damage.” He stilled his hand. She continued, “I lied.”
Snowed in after a mission goes sideways, the stress and proximity lead to mutual confessions.
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22 Oct 2025