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Ilya is a young man in America. Here he is in the off hours.
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31 Mar 2026
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Ilya tries it out. “Tilapia.” He likes the feeling of the vowels, the way the last ones trip into each other, like his own name
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“What did she look like?” asked Hollander.
“She was brunette,” said Ilya. Marleau’s eyes trailed along the hard lines of his traps, past the glint of his crucifix, the swells of his pectorals, towards the trail of hair disappearing into his shorts. They landed on the thickening outline of his cock. “Pretty little thing, with freckles. Big, brown dumb eyes, begging to be made to cry.”
Hollander’s breath hitched. Marleau realized, perhaps belatedly, that this was a game in which truth was incidental.
In 2014, Ilya and Marleau went to Paris on a girl to celebrate the Stanley Cup win. Ten years later, on a balmy evening spent in the Hollander-Rozanov Ottawa home, Marleau reminisces and, courtesy of Shane and Ilya, re-enacts.
It’s just a game of play pretend.
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Jaw Man flicked his middle finger up at Ilya, who didn’t seem to mind, and gestured towards Shane and Hayden with raised eyebrows. “The f*** are you even doing right now, man.”
Ilya said briefly, “Orgy.”
“Uh,” said Shane, “no, that’s not—”
Ilya grinned at him. It was a mean-edged grin but something about it seemed to suggest that he was joking with Shane, rather than about him. “Oh, he speaks.”
“We’re not here for an orgy,” Shane said to Jaw Man. “We’re missionaries with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.”
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Fandoms: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater, Dreamer Trilogy - Maggie Stiefvater
03 May 2025
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“Maybe sooner than that, Damocles,” Ronan said. “Jordan keeps him on a pretty short leash.”
“Oh, yeah?” Adam asked, his tone mild. “Are you jealous?”
Ronan flushed a brilliant crimson, suddenly hot to the tips of his ears. Defensively, with enough vehemence that Adam couldn’t but grin, he snapped, “Man, fuck you.”or: adam learns how to train a dog.
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Ilya locked his arm around Shane’s throat and drew him up onto his knees. The hold was snug, a real headlock, the kind that would make most men tap out. Shane didn’t tap out, but he stayed very still. His pulse galloped against the juncture of Ilya’s elbow, powerfully enough that Ilya could feel its insistent throbbing. Everything in the room had been pulled taut—the cord of Ilya’s shoulders, the line of Shane’s back, even the air between them had a rigidity to it. Ilya was breathing heavily, panting open-mouthed against Shane’s sweat-damp temple.
“I could fuck you like this,” Ilya said. “I could fuck you right now, like this, not let you breathe, not let you come.”
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- Part 4 of missing scenes