GuiltyBystander
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Camille is still living in the cabin with Duncan, and she's getting tired of the cold climate. She only seeks physical warmth from Duncan at first, but then their entire relationship heats up.
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The advert he’d seen online the month before had seemed too good to be true; between his parents and his teammates asking when he’d settle down, Shane was tired. Tired of the constant match making, even as well intended as it was and tired of feeling like even this private aspect of his life was something performative; like there was nothing to his existence that was just for him.
He’d wanted an easy out, and Google had had the answers.
Utmost discretion. Blonde. Green eyes. Passable English.
After hours of research vetting the agency he’d selected, Shane had wired over the funds and crossed his fingers before immediately stress cleaning his already pristine house.
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- Part 25 of Retro Writing - May 2026 Challenge
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"Come in.” the boy says impatiently, his Russian enviably flawless.
“Sorry.” Shane mutters back. He’s still working on his vocabulary, but years of listening to Ilya muttering in Russian whenever they were together has given him a pretty good ear for the accent.
“You speak Russian?” the boy demands in rapid Russian. “Do you know what’s going on? Where am I? Where’s my Mama? Who is this fucker?”
“Slowly, please. I am learning. Say it again, please.” Shane replies with deliberate care, stepping into the hotel room and closing the door. “And don’t say fucker.”
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- Part 14 of Retro Writing - May 2026 Challenge
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“I’m not your ‘buddy’, I’m your husband.” Shane says firmly, and it’s his ‘I’m the team Captain and you’re the team fuck up’ voice that he’d had to pull out on the Metros every now and then. To this day it makes Hayden’s body tense in reaction, and Shane hasn’t been his Captain in a long time.
“No, Shane- Please, it’s me, it’s Hayden.” he pleads, finally looking Shane in the eye, and oh god, he still has some- on his chin-
Shane’s glare lessens, but it’s replaced with concern. It’s a tiny little wiggle of a frown between his eyebrows and he usually gets it when one of the kids is swinging too high on the swing set, or when Amber toddles into the kitchen while they’re cooking.
“What?” he says slowly.
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- Part 16 of Retro Writing - May 2026 Challenge
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On his doorstep, Shane found a little kid who could have been no older than five years old clutching tightly onto a bouquet of what seemed to be hand picked lilies with tears running down his face and he froze in shock. The boy looked up at him—big hazel eyes glassy with tears, face screwed up clearly trying to hold them back—looking lost and panicked, reminding Shane that he, in fact, was the adult who was supposed to be doing something.
“Shane,” the boy said with a sob, wrapping his arms around Shane’s middle and shoving his face into his stomach. “Where is mama?”