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  1. Public Bookmark 92

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    He comes here for all of his methodically scheduled ruts, he’d told Ilya, high on pain medication in a hospital bed in Montreal. It’s so nice and private. It’d be perfect for a heat, too.

    Ilya had trained himself for years not to flinch, but he had then. I don’t have those, Hollander.

    I know, I know. I’m just saying, he’d replied, and then fallen asleep in Ilya’s hand, not saying anything at all. Ilya had stayed until the nurse returned, thinking about it. And then he hadn’t stopped thinking about it after that, either.

    And now here he is, patchless at Shane Hollander’s Fortress of Solitude as he falls into rut, and Ilya feels the first twinges of a body he’s smothered with synthetic hormones for the last decade of his life flickering back on, stretching a muscle he’d long since believed had atrophied.

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    24 Oct 2026

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    From a Threads Prompt: "Is there an omegaverse tuna melt fic it fic where Shane actually CAN'T leave because Ilya's knot is still inside him?"

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    “Hey!” Ilya almost howled when Shane tried to get off him, and he clamped his hands down at the Omega’s hips, snapping out a warning growl. “Stop. We are knotted. You have to stay here, stay on me, or you will hurt us both. Stop.” 

    “Right. Fuck.” Shane dragged his hands through his hair, then down his face, “Sorry. I just– I gotta get out of here right away. Please."

    “Well, we are stuck together.” Ilya forced his voice calm, “So maybe we should talk about this?

    “No. No way. This is my actual fucking nightmare.” Shane whispered. “This is the fucking worst– I can’t–” 

    “That is rude.” The Alpha frowned. “I thought I did a good job knotting you.” 

    “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” the Omega hissed, "This isn't funny!"

    "I mean" Ilya hesitated. "Is maybe a little--"

    "ROZANOV!"

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    28 Aug 2026

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    Over the next few weeks, Shane finds himself reading about him and Ilya Rozanov fucking in a thousand different ways, places, and universes.

    They fuck in all sorts of positions, some of which Shane has trouble picturing. They fuck in the sin bin, the hydrotherapy pool, the janitor’s closet.

    Clearly, the real Shane and Ilya need to up their game. The most adventurous place they’ve ever had sex is a windowsill, and they gave up on 69ing after a half-hearted attempt where Shane—accidentally!—kneed Ilya in the back of the head and Ilya had the gall to get all huffy about it even though Shane was the one with teeth marks on his dick.

    (In which Shane discovers fanfiction.)

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    19 Aug 2026

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    Shane felt Finn’s sudden rage, the way he resented Dane for how nothing ever touched him—and underneath that, the way Finn, inexplicably, wanted to be the thing that could. “Just because your life doesn’t matter doesn’t mean you get to fuck up mine.”
    Ilya’s eyes widened, just for a moment, sparking with something close to hurt before narrowing back into coldness. “I’ll be ready for your mandatory tour in the morning, Prince Finn.” He turned his back on the camera, still shirtless of course, but somehow it looked defenseless now, instead of cocky.
    “I—” Shane said, and reached toward the screen.
    Ilya shook his head, ever so slightly, and walked out of the room. Shane stared at the empty space where he’d been, bereft.
    “And cut,” Scott said. “Holy shit.”
    Ilya walked back into view, sat down in his chair, smirk firmly back in place. Shane’s hands were trembling.
    “Well,” Kip said. “I think it’s safe to say the chemistry is there.”

     

    Or, Shane and Ilya are cast in a production of Ember & Ice and eventually they fuck about it.

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    18 Aug 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 33

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    The moment the hotel room’s door had shut behind him, Shane had been pressed against it.

    “I have an idea for tonight,” Ilya had murmured, nipping at his ear until Shane trembled. His fingers pinned Shane’s wrist to the door, up next to his head.
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    married Shane and Ilya, a post-game hotel room, down on the floor to make it more real.

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