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  1. Public Bookmark 47

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    “If you lose that ship, I will hunt you down and kill you.”

    His mother’s promise echoed in Shane’s mind, taunting him as he surveyed his crew. Shane had made his own promise to his mother before he left: of course, he could handle the crew of the Voyageur. A rowdy band of pirates could always be kept in line with the promise of wealth and women. As long as Shane kept each treasure in a steady stream, the men would obey, the ship would return to harbor, and Yuna wouldn’t murder him.

    Perhaps none of those promises mattered now that Shane and his entire crew were drowning in the Sōya Strait.

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    Historical Fiction Prince/Pirate AU.

    Pirate Prince Shane Hollander and the pirate crew of the Dutch/Japanese ship The Voyageur are shipwrecked off the east coast of Siberia.

    Tsarevich Ilya Rozanov is on a hunt to learn more about the exclusive Dutch-Japanese trading routes. And a very lucky crew just landed in his lap.

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    27 Apr 2026

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    Shane felt Finn’s sudden rage, the way he resented Dane for how nothing ever touched him—and underneath that, the way Finn, inexplicably, wanted to be the thing that could. “Just because your life doesn’t matter doesn’t mean you get to fuck up mine.”
    Ilya’s eyes widened, just for a moment, sparking with something close to hurt before narrowing back into coldness. “I’ll be ready for your mandatory tour in the morning, Prince Finn.” He turned his back on the camera, still shirtless of course, but somehow it looked defenseless now, instead of cocky.
    “I—” Shane said, and reached toward the screen.
    Ilya shook his head, ever so slightly, and walked out of the room. Shane stared at the empty space where he’d been, bereft.
    “And cut,” Scott said. “Holy shit.”
    Ilya walked back into view, sat down in his chair, smirk firmly back in place. Shane’s hands were trembling.
    “Well,” Kip said. “I think it’s safe to say the chemistry is there.”

     

    Or, Shane and Ilya are cast in a production of Ember & Ice and eventually they fuck about it.

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    23 Apr 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 53

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    His eyes are intent on me, scanning my body again, lingering on the bulge under my pants, because of course I’m already half fucking hard. It’s kind of invigorating, kind of a rush, the way he’s looking at me.

    Hungry.

    So. I lift my hands from where they’re holding the edge of my desk, and I start to unbutton my shirt.

    // 'Later tonight. Come to my room.'

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    22 Apr 2026

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    "He said it was just a stronger edible," Wyatt says. "Apparently it was supposed to be super natural, and relaxing and rejuvenating, not the weak Canadian shit, and—"

    "You say a bad word, Hazy," Ilya interrupts, pointing a tiny finger at him.

    "Right." Wyatt winces. "Sorry, kid."

    Rejuvenating. Shane turns the word over in his mind a few times, while readjusting Ilya’s little body in his arms.

    Jesus fucking Christ.

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    or, with the help of some mysterious russian candy and a very loving husband, ilya rozanov heals his inner child.

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    20 Apr 2026

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    "Rozy," Brian, the team doctor says, "talk to me, buddy. That puck clipped you pretty good, how’s the pain?"

    Ilya blinks. He clenches his jaw against a wave of nausea. He rests his cheek on the ice, and the cold helps a little.

    "Bad. Very bad." He swallows. "Is Shane here?"

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    or, in the final MTL/BOS game of the year, ilya takes a puck to the head.

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    19 Apr 2026