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    Shane had agreed readily. Yes, he wanted. To be hunted by a stranger with twenty dogs and a knife on his belt. To see him again. To find the source of the squirming thing in his chest and bring it to light.

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    11 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 66

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    “I love these pretty eyes, and these cheeks with your freckles. You are so beautiful, I want to give you everything you want.”

    A beaming grin, open and smoothed of the world outside their bubble, surrounds Shane's response. “I have everything I want.”

    “Are you sure, sweetheart? Anything. Sunshine, rainbows, I will make them in the sky for you. Anything.”

    “Well, um. Actually." Shane's shoulders curl into a bashful hunch. "…No, never mind, um. It’s silly.” 

    “Baby,” Ilya coos. “Baby, you know you can tell me. Anything at all. I love you. If I can get it for you, I will.”

    “Well, um. It’s…it’s kind of. Embarrassing.”

    “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart." Ilya grasps one of the hands Shane has snaked protectively around his own torso. Kisses the palm, the pads of the fingertips. He's in no rush to find out what flavor of this game Shane wants to play today. "Tell Daddy what is in your pretty head.”

    or: the Shane and Ilya ageplay PWP.

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    11 Jul 2026

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    “Hey,” Hollander says softly, settling a hand on Ilya’s back.

    Ilya turns away and fixes his gaze on a spot of chipped paint on the wall, trying to will the moisture trailing down his cheeks back into his tear ducts. “Sorry,” he whispers, shaking his head.

    He can’t actually remember the last time he felt so utterly mortified. This is not at all what he’d envisioned happening when Hollander asked for his room number. He’d guessed that a conversation was on the horizon; Ilya had just imagined it happening after he reminded Hollander exactly what he’d been missing while he was off being Rose Landry’s boyfriend. But no, Hollander always wants to clear the air, always needs to fucking talk, even though Ilya never has the right words for him.

    “Hey,” Hollander says again, somehow even more tenderly.

    The bed shifts, and suddenly Hollander is crawling into Ilya’s lap and cradling Ilya’s face in his hands and kissing him.

    (or, filling in the blanks between Ilya crying in Shane's arms and the bed being absolutely wrecked in the last shot of that scene)

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    10 Jul 2026

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    Shane doesn't love making decisions. Ilya does. Isn't that convenient?

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    09 Jul 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 59

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    A smutty ghost story by Calico

    Inspired by this incredible tumblr post.

    "It's got good bones," Shane said, to everyone who would listen, forestalling their totally valid concerns about depreciation and the novelty wearing off and like, subsidence. Boring stuff that Shane did not care about today because this was Ilya Rozanov's house. This was the actual house that Rozanov lived and died in, all those years ago. The man, the legend, and now – technically, if someone wanted to think of it like that, and Shane did – the roommate!

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    09 Jul 2026