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  1. Public Bookmark 64

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    Another red light.
    “Ilya?” Shane leans closer this time, brushing his knuckles lightly against Ilya’s jaw.
    “Where does it hurt?” His voice is tight, urgent. “Talk to me.”
    No answer.
    Ilya’s head has tipped toward the window again. His lashes rest against fever-flushed skin, cheeks burning red under the passing streetlights. His breathing is too shallow — each inhale catching faintly at the end like it hurts to pull air in.
    “Ilya?” Shane presses. “Hey. Tell me where it hurts.”
    Nothing. The silence slams into him.
    “Fuck—” His hand tightens on Ilya’s thigh. He gives it a firmer shake. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. No. Ilya. Hey.”

    Ilya doesn’t get sick often.
    But when he does, it’s never small.
    Fever is the one thing that can kill him.
    He knows it. The doctors know it. The ER staff knows it.
    Shane doesn’t.
    And Ilya would like to keep it that way.

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    25 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 59

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    He promised himself that he would never miss any signs again. Yet here he was, on a plane, flying towards his husband in the hospital because he hadn’t realized Ilya was in pain.

    He thought about all the times Ilya passed on food lately with a random excuse. The way exercise had seemed harder. The way he turned down sex.
    Fuck.
    How did he not see it?
    He was supposed to know these things. Ilya always noticed when something was wrong with him.
    Why can’t he notice back?
    Ilya must be so disappointed that he’s letting him down yet again.
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    OR: Ilya has a medical emergency but Shane was not there.

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    25 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark *

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    Jane: We don’t send pictures

    Ilya: Pleaaaase Shane
    Ilya: My father just died
    Ilya: Need photos
    Ilya: Is grief!

    Jane: Jesus Christ

    Ilya: Yes he is dead too
    Ilya: Well…
    Ilya: Not anymore...

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    A look into Shane and Ilya's texts while Ilya was in Russia for his father's funeral

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    23 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 55

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    Five times Ilya felt like his epilepsy ruined his life, and one time it didn’t have to.

    A 5+1 fic

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    21 Jul 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 23

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    They were almost home when it happened.

     

    Some asshole gets drunk and runs a red light…right into Shane and Ilya.

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    21 Jul 2026