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    [Eddie 11:48]
    Forgot how weird this is
    [Eddie 11:49]
    I mean not weird weird but different
    [Eddie 11:49]
    Slippery

    Fuck. Buck’s stomach does somersaults at that one-word text. He exhales a shaky, quivering breath, checking over his shoulder to make sure the coast is still clear. This must be how aristocrats felt when they saw a bare ankle.
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    Buck and Eddie are both antsy for round two with Eddie's new parts. Just as soon as Buck gets off of work.

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    15 Jun 2026

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    Shane knows he shouldn't, and yet he still does, or: every hookup Shane and Ilya should've had between 2011 and 2013. Because TV budgets aren't infinite, but our need for smut between these two is. Featuring: bruise sucking! Deepthroating! Intercrural! Shane removing Ilya's clothing with his teeth! Edging! The boys being extremely goofy! And so much more.

    They shuck all their clothing off—Shane doesn’t even bother to fold his, he’s too hungry, too impatient—but as he moves to pull Rozanov towards him and into bed, he’s arrested by Rozanov’s grip on his forearm.

    He follows the direction of Rozanov’s gaze and finally remembers: the bruise. He hasn’t paid much attention to it. Hasn’t felt it, really, since Rozanov has stepped into the room.

    It’s a real beauty, about the size of his palm, and dark purple-blue. Rozanov is staring at it like he’s hypnotized.

    “I did that,” he says, half question, half statement.

    “Probably,” Shane says.

    “No, it was me,” Rozanov says, and this time he sounds absolutely certain. He brushes gentle fingertips over it; Shane shivers.

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    One unlucky hit on the ice, and Shane loses more than he could've imagined, or: the romance novel amnesia AU that nobody asked for and that I felt compelled to write anyway.

    Shane—Shane was alive. He was alive, and in the best hospital in Montreal, and being monitored by a vigilant team of doctors and nurses. The machines that were attached to him proclaimed his life. There was his heartbeat: 62 beats per minute. His blood oxygen was 99%. There were all sorts of other numbers and charts, none of which alarmed the nurse who had bustled in and then bustled out again. That meant that everything was good—except for the fact that Shane had not woken up yet. That, Ilya knew, was very, very bad.

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    29 Mar 2026

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    Ilya is watching the sun rise over the lake at the cottage when Shane joins him and makes a little request.

    “So, I was wondering…next time we fuck…would you like to, uh, skip the condom? Because I’ve been thinking about feeling you skin-to-skin inside me for a while now, and it’s been driving me—”
    Shane did not get a chance to complete his sentence because Ilya had hauled him over and was giving him a kiss, fierce and biting and ravenous.
    After many glorious moments of kissing, the sun warm on their cheeks, Ilya pulled back. Shane licked his lips and gave Ilya a darting glance before looking away. “Anyway, yeah, it’s been driving me insane,” he said, and cleared his throat.
    “Well now that you said it, it makes me insane too,” Ilya replied. “Come.” He stood and hauled Shane up along with him. “Chop chop, Hollander. No time to waste.”

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    “Well, I mean…” Richie starts, as if this entire situation was like any other reasonable discussion he’s had. “We can, if you really want to. I’m game.”

    Eddie chokes on the coffee that was still running down his throat. He looks at Richie as if he’d just grown several heads. Surely it couldn’t be this simple, right? “Um, what?

    Richie remains nonchalant. “Roommates with benefits, you said? Not the worst idea ever.”

    (Or, Eddie and Richie are roommates in college and one day decide to start casually hooking-up. Things go about as well as expected.)

    UPDATE 20/09/19: for everyone asking, I will be posting the final chapter within the next few weeks. It has been a long time coming and I can't thank you all enough for your patience and understanding. All of your comments have inspired me to finish it and I hope you all like it. Big love, talk soon xx

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    28 Feb 2026

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    Eddie keeps forgetting that he has a girlfriend. Or that Buck has a boyfriend.

    a.k.a:

    Chimney's bachelor party, as told in two parts.

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    17 Feb 2026

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    He’s so close. But Buck’s face sways even closer, eyes hyper-focused on Eddie’s mouth, like he wants to ensure that what he whispers next make its way inside:

    “The quiet, closeted catastrophe of Edmundo Diaz—performed nightly for an audience of none.”


    Eddie flinches. For a second, all the noise in his head goes silent.


    “W-what—” Eddie’s voice cracks and he’s trying to frown, trying to be mad, but he feels exposed, so his words come out broken, confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

    or: buck fights back during the kitchen scene in 8x17 and it sends eddie spiralling

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    06 Feb 2026

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    Rozanov glanced at Shane's phone screen, reading the top notification. Then his mouth curved. “Duolingo, huh? So fucking boring, Hollander.”

    Shane’s face went hot. “Yeah,” he said. “Learning French.”

    Rozanov’s eyes snapped to his. The smirk deepened. “Bad liar, Hollander. You are fluent.”

     

    or - Ilya finds out that Shane has been learning Russian behind his back.

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    10 Jan 2026

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    "Hollander..." The name came out strangled, broken. "Fuck. Fuck, I forgot—"

    Shane understood in the same instant, the absence of latex a shocking heat inside him. 

    Christ. 

    or - the boys forget to use condoms for the first time

    Pt2 - Ilya Rozanov does, in fact, own a belt

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    09 Jan 2026

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    Ilya picks up on the third ring, breathing heavily into the phone. Shane hears a door slam shut through the device. “Do not yell at me.” 

    Shane stares at the half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table. “You suck.”

    “I suck? I scored hat-trick! In your stupid body! I have not eaten in six hours, Hollander. I have not pissed. I have not laid down. I want to go home.” 

    “Rozanov–” 

    “Your mother has called twenty times. Your manager has called thirty times. Your father text me picture of crossword puzzle and ask for help. Clue is about American President from the 1980s. I cannot help!”

    OR: the hollanov bodyswap fic. 

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    03 Jan 2026

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    The term, he’s told, is temporary retrograde amnesia. Ilya doesn’t need the direct translation to understand: he forgot things. Ten years of things.

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    31 Dec 2025

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    It was during this hysterical lament that Ilya realized what was wrong, what was off. The initial softness, the confusion, the vulnerability. It was out of character — Shane was so often in control of himself, of what he said, even when emotions were high . . . with one exception.

    If Ilya fucked him particularly . . . intensely, if he got Shane feeling a lot, he'd get soft afterwards. Quiet, a little ditzy, emotional. The first time it'd happened — or the first time he'd recognized it — was years ago in Las Vegas after winning MVP. He remembered the look on Hollander's face when he left — wide and teary-eyed, lip trembling, tripping over himself.

    Since then, with a little trial and error, Ilya had learned how to manage it. Had grown to love it. If he treated him right, he could buff away all of Shane's sharp edges and be left with the soft, gooey inside. Floating and tethering himself to Ilya.

    Now, Shane was out there, floating, without anyone to tether himself to. Falling. And suddenly Ilya was panicking, too.

    or: shane, trying to get over rozanov, has sex with someone else and and falls into subdrop. scared and confused, he calls ilya.

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    30 Dec 2025

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    The morning after Shane's heat breaks, he wakes up in an empty bed with a deep, throbbing mark on his neck and a text on his phone from Ilya that says, I am sorry. We should break the bond.

    Or, a bite in Vegas ruins everything, for a while.

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    29 Dec 2025

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    “...Hollander,” He hears Rozanov say, urgent like it’s not the first time he’s said it. “Shane,” he follows it up with, and that snaps him out of it. He’s never called him that. Shane, reluctantly, lifts his face a little, eyes glazed over as he meets Rozanov’s eyes.

    “What?”

    “You stink,” Rozanov says, concern dripping. “No, you—fuck. You reek. What is—” Ilya’s fingers lift up, tugging at the scent patch, revealing more of the spot beneath it. Even Shane can smell himself at that point. He does reek. Reeks of heat, of Omega, of honey and sweetness, of something that would melt on your tongue.

    Shane reefs himself back. The Omega inside him aches, mourns, whimpers at the loss of contact. It’s needed, though. He scrambles back, hand slapping at his neck to force the peeled patch back down over his scent gland. He backs up till his spine knocks against the bathroom stall.

    “You are in heat at award show? Why would you hide this? Why would you not call out sick? Are you—are you insane? You care this much about trophy?”

    OR Shane goes into heat in Vegas

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    29 Dec 2025

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    Ilya’s hand wraps around his bare wrist and squeezes. Shane barely stops himself from collapsing to his knees.

    The pressure lights up every receptor of his touch-starved nervous system, wrenching a small, pained noise from the back of his throat. Every muted sensation comes flooding back so intensely that it almost hurts. He needs Ilya to hold him down until there’s nothing inside him but quiet. He wants to sink into him and disappear.

    It takes Shane an entire beat to remember where they are. Fighting against the fog in his mind, he manages to drag his gaze up to meet Ilya’s.

    There’s a slow-dawning horror and understanding on Ilya’s face.

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    Or: Shane is in subdrop after their encounter in Vegas. Ilya fixes it.

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    29 Dec 2025

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    “You get wet like a girl,” Ilya murmurs, sliding his thumb across the slit of Shane’s dick, tracing through the pre leaking from him like a faucet. “Soft hands like a girl, wet like a girl,” his head ducks, mouthing at his jaw, grinning, then he hears Shane whimper. “Get fucked like a girl.”

    “I’m not—” Shane huffs, frustrated, but despite that, his hips twitch upward, chasing Ilya’s touch.

    “No, no. You are not a girl, sweetheart,” A nip to the sensitive skin just below his jaw, quickly soothed by a swipe of tongue. He tastes like clean sweat, freshly showered before coming to the hotel room, he’s sure, but glistening with sweat now that he’s beneath Ilya’s hands, beneath his mouth, wrapped in his words. “But you are my girl. You want to be a good girl, hm? Yes?”

    Within his grasp, Hollander’s cock twitches, another pulse of slick mess dripping down the side of him, smeared across the pad of Ilya’s thumb. “Rozanov.”

    or Shane isn't a girl, but he sure doesn't mind when Ilya calls him one.

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    29 Dec 2025

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    “This is so stupid,” Shane mutters, already clicking into “Lily”’s contact. If he doesn’t answer by the fifth ring, I’m hanging up, Shane promises himself.

    Rozanov answers immediately. “Hollander?”

    Fuck. Fuck, okay. The one time Rozanov chooses to be punctual, and it’s this.

    Hang up. Hang up, just hang up. Say it’s a butt dial. Holy fuck, Hollander, hang up!

    But... fuck it. He’s already here. He makes himself open his mouth, and the words tumble out: “I—I need you.”

    Or; Shane can't get off and calls Ilya for help, ft. the dildo

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    29 Dec 2025

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    “Is that milk?”

    Hollander stiffens under his touch, and with his face buried in the pillow and Ilya's cock buried in his ass, murmurs, “No…”

    Ilya blinks down at the growing wet patch under Hollander's chest.

    “Oh. Is vodka then?”

    “Fuck off, Rozanov.”

    While Ilya struggles with the inner conflicts of his desires, Shane’s body decides on a more physical way of showing his affection.

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    29 Dec 2025

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    Shane stares down at his phone screen in utter, abject horror.

    He doesn’t know what happened. How his thumb managed to slip and hit send. He was backspacing—he’s absolutely positive he was backpacking—because no way in hell would he have actually sent a message to Rozanov whining about the fact that they didn’t kiss. There’s no reality in which that makes sense and doesn’t make him look like an idiotic, obsessive, overly attached freak.

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    29 Dec 2025

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    A video of Shane sucking Ilya’s dick is leaked. Over the next twenty-four hours, Ilya goes on an odyssey.

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    28 Dec 2025

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