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    So Shane Hollander is, how do you say in English, a dirty little thief. A clothing thief, to be precise. Ilya can't say he saw that coming, but he also can't pretend he's all that mad about it.

    His shirt looks good on his Shane. On Shane. On Hollander.

    Right. His shirt looks good on Hollander.

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    04 Apr 2026

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    blanket permission for translations (posted on ao3/linked), podfics (posted on ao3/linked), art of any kind inspired by the fics in this collection! i would love to know about them though

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    03 Apr 2026

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    So when he typed out on his phone “we didn’t even kiss” with tears rolling down his cheeks, he just wanted to type it. He just wanted to feel it— to feel the pain he had inside of him. That maybe typing it would help let it out, he would type it and the feeling would go away.

    And the stupid fucking elevator still wasn’t here, and he was forced to sit there and wallow in his sadness. He should’ve thought this through, his hands were still shaking and as he went to delete the text. His clumsy thumb accidentally hit the send button.

    “Oh fuck.” That snapped Shane out of everything.

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    What if Shane accidentally sent the "we didnt even kiss" text to Ilya?

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    28 Mar 2026

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    “You have a ride back home, right? Please tell me you aren’t going to drive. You’ll crash one of your stupid sports cars and get a concussion. Or die.”

    “Awe, so sweet to me, worrying. But no, I am in Moscow. I have no good cars here, only shitty Marussia B2. Stupid purchase. You know, the B2 is just B1 but with fancier clothes? Look better than B1, though. B1 look like low-money 80’s future movie.” He makes an annoyed sound. “No. I do not have word. научная фантастика. What is movie type that has flying cars?”

    “Jesus,” Shane says, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk so much.”

    “You like my voice, da? So is no problem, for you.”

    “Fuck you. Do you mean sci-fi?”

    Rozanov makes a triumphant sound. “Yes, that! Sci-fi. B1 look like that meme of a cat’s face covered in cream. Ugly car. So, at least I have better choice. I can look at it and not wish to drive it off cliff and into garbage land.”

    “...You’re thinking of a landfill.”

    Or, Ilya keeps calling Shane at odd hours to talk about nothing and everything. Shane, for some reason he can’t quite rationalize, keeps answering. And texting. And then things get a bit out of hand.

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    25 Mar 2026

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    “You can’t unmake the world.” Ellana still holds his hand. “You have tried that already.”

    “What, then?”

    Post-DAV story - *obvious spoilers* - about the horrors of the past and the hope for the future.

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    10 Jan 2025