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    [“Oh fuck,” Cliff hears himself say out loud as his brain suggests—something. “Roz and Holl…oh, fuck.”

    Pike goes still for a moment before shoving him, rough and unexpected enough that Cliff nearly overbalances. “Fuck off, Marlow,” Pike snarls, hauling him in by the sweater.

    Cliff ignores it, staring past Pike’s shoulder. “Fucking Christ, fucking—are they—”

    “Shut the fuck up, shut up, shut your fucking mouth, Marlow.”

    “They’re—fuck, fuck, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t—” Cliff finds himself looking at Pike almost pleadingly, a weird helplessness buzzing in his fingertips and toes. “I didn’t kno—”

    “You don’t know shit,” Pike says savagely, physically putting himself between Cliff and the space Hollander used to be. “Shut your fucking mouth, you don’t know anything.”]

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    Cliff Marlow's POV of The Hit and the aftermath, as he starts to put a few things together.

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    01 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    god this is so. ugh. i'm always so fascinated by outsider povs. i think it's such a difficult thing to pull off. this fic EXCELS at it. marlow is such a good conductor, and the way this writer shows his thought process... broken sentences, fast pace. amazing. truly incredible.

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    He drives to the airport with an unshakeable urge to pull over and turn around. He smokes four cigarettes in a row before he boards the plane, then chews an entire pack of gum on the flight to try and cover the worst of the smell.

    He exits the airport half-hoping that Shane has chickened out of the whole thing. Then he spots him, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel in the most boring suburban dad car Ilya has ever had the misfortune of laying his eyes on, and he’s so happy to see him that his legs feel unsteady beneath his weight.

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    Or, the cottage, Ilya's version: an extended ep 6 featuring my take on what happened in the gaps we didn't see.

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    01 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    oh i wish there were a million more words of this story. it leaves behind a little ache and a whole lot of love and ugh. lovely in every single way

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    Ilya tries to breathe. Shane is the one who panics. In fact, Ilya has been so calm over the past hour. So, so calm. Soooooooo so so so amazingly calm that maybe Shane will reward him with a very nice blowjob later. Ilya has been calm because Shane needs a rock to lean on, but Shane is gone and now Ilya is panicking. This is his only chance to rectify the first, shirtless impression he made on Shane’s father.

    “Do you still read New Yorker?”

    OR: Ilya, on the confluence of Shane with David, Yuna, and Svetlana.

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    30 Dec 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    what a beautiful, sweet fic. ilya really is my baby

  4. Public Bookmark *

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    A continuation of Shane and Ilya's story post-Long Game.

    Starting with Canada facing Russia in the 2026 Winter Olympics, and including all of the moments that come before and after that.

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    29 Dec 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    this entire series is abnormally good but the first one... extra special, i believe

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    If this is Christmas, Ilya will start to believe in that stupid man who lives with polar bears and makes toys.

    He'll believe in anything, any God, any religion, if Shane Hollander’s body is its temple.

    Or: the sugary highs and lows of Christmas Day through the years, from Ilya Rozanov's perspective.

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    26 Dec 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    stop. stop my god. i'm not usually one for christmas fics (or movies!) but boy does it hit the spot