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    Andrew and Neil grow up together.

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    Juggling a mobster serial killer household and high school is harder than Neil had anticipated. and that goth kid on the roof really needs to mind his own business.
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    a high school AU where neil and mary never run from nathan and neil meets the foxes in private high school instead.

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    "Oh." Hollander has gone a little red, beneath his freckles. "I am from… French Canada? Québec? Do you know? Very… very small town there, no English, only French. I try to learn, but— is a bit hard."

    Ilya feels mildly stupid. He knew, obviously, that they speak French in Canada, but he didn’t know it was, like— some people’s only language. He’d sort of assumed everyone was fluent in both.

    "Huh. Cool."

    "Your English is very good," Hollander offers.

    Ilya laughs.

    "I mean, yeah— I grew up in Minneapolis."

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    aka. the one where the language barrier is reversed. it changes everything.

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    31 May 2026

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    “Did, uh,” Frankie starts. She sounds faint. “Did you just say your boyfriend?”

    Ilya’s stomach drops. Oh. Oh, fuck.

    He doesn’t know what his face does. There will probably be pictures of this moment all over the internet by tomorrow morning. He doubts it’s flattering, considering there’s a non-zero chance he’s going to throw up all over the microphone.

    Ilya scrambles. Too tired, too shocked at his own brain’s betrayal to know how to fix this. “Blyat,” he spits. Then he laughs, and even he can hear that it sounds more wild than genuine. “English language is hard, yes? I meant my boys, my boys who are my friends. The Centaurs, yes? They are all my boy friends.”

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    Ilya Rozanov has a no-good, very bad two days and accidentally outs himself. He's not having a great time.

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    27 May 2026