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  1. Rec 74

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    The nights were already cold and Berlin's streets were poorly lit, but Shane didn't mind. Berlin wasn't a pretty city; apartment blocks repeated themselves in washed-out mustard tones, aseptic blues and greens, off-putting reds. The windows of the newer buildings were so small he wondered if those rooms even got any light.

    Now that he thought about it, he could barely remember Hannover's architecture. He'd never paid attention. Hannover simply was.

    How many things in his life simply 'were'? When was the last time something had demanded his full attention?

    Or: Shane and Ilya meet in an erotic massage parlor in Berlin in 2012. They're both sex workers.

    Or: an exploration of desire as a world-building force.

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    21 Jul 2026

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    Berlin sex work AU, lovely writing

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    “Were you thinking of also bringing clothes?” Shane asked, glancing into Ilya’s suitcase.

    “Do you think we will need them?”

    “I’m just saying you might want the option of going outside,” Shane said, dropping a kiss on Ilya’s shoulder and wandering into the closet.

    Ilya was obviously going to pack clothing, he just had priorities. Like making sure their whole sex toy collection would fit into his suitcase, not to mention two of the biggest bottles of lube he’d been able to find.

    “Take the batteries out of anything that vibrates,” Shane called. Ilya rolled his eyes. What was he, an amateur? “Do you think I should bring two pairs of walking shoes or is one enough?”

    “How many walking tours are we going on?”

    “I don’t know.”

    “How do you not know? What have you been doing for the past month?”

    “Research! But I didn’t book anything yet in case we decide we want to just sit by the pool for ten days instead.”

     

    Or: Shane and Ilya Go Honeymooning. Set after The Long Game.

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    09 May 2026

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    WIP

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    “Ilya Rozanov came out to you as bisexual earlier this year,” Harris said, like he was trying to make sure he got his facts straight. “And you didn’t mention it to your boyfriend.”

    “I couldn’t just out him,” Troy said. “Also you weren’t my boyfriend yet. And I had a lot going on, okay?”

    Harris stared.

    “And he sort of told me about…?” Troy said, gesturing at the phone. “I mean, I sort of asked, and he didn’t say that it wasn’t, uh, happening. I don’t know. I guess I forgot about it.”

    Harris flopped backward on the bed, both hands over his face.

    “How,” he said. “Did you forget.”

     

    A very fluffy fic in which Harris Drover is all of us. Takes place toward the end of The Long Game & has MAJOR spoilers for that book.

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    21 Jul 2026

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    Cute

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    Ilya's on a hotel roof in the middle of the night. The draft is tomorrow, and he can't sleep.

    That's when Shane Hollander appears, but he's somehow thirty-five years old, and acting very friendly... and he's wearing glasses. This must be a dream — mustn't it?

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    21 Jul 2026

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    Time travel, charming, hot

  5. Public Bookmark 45

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    “Oh, I love it. I love ugly, brutal things. But you make it beautiful, too, Shane Hollander, with the way you play, and that is what I have come to watch. You are so light on your edges, so crisp and graceful. You are dancing on knives, and everyone else is trying not to fall.” He pushed himself away from the pillar, and Shane held very still, frozen, as Rozanov reached out to cup his chin, gripping it so hard Shane’s lips parted. “Beautiful,” he said firmly.

     

    Or: Shane Hollander, Gold Medallist, encounters Ilya Rozanov, leshy.

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    21 Jul 2026

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    WIP