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    “You really wouldn’t mind if I had sex with someone else?”

    Ilya does mind. Hearing it said back to him, almost makes him flinch, a sudden and brittle sound right next to his ear that he fails to recoil from in time. But he swallows back the bitter truth and replies, “Of course not. If that is what you want.”

    He waits, sitting on his living room couch, phone pressed painfully against his ear, his other hand gripping his knees till his knuckles blanched. He could feel his own heart rattling behind his ribs, pulse rockingloudly. His mind was an echo of alarm, demanding of him: Why isn't Shane saying anything?

    It was the loudest silence he’s ever lived through, until Shane finally said, “Okay.”

    OR: inspired by the fight in TLG where Ilya tells Shane he can sleep with other men. But this time, Shane actually takes the offer.

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    It seems Ilya fucking Rozanov adheres to a daily schedule of tomfoolery. He’s always finding ways to irritate Shane with the stupidest shit.

     

    or, Ilya ragebaits Shane as a form of flirting. Somehow it works.

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    19 Feb 2026

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    As he looked past Erica’s leather jacket and wild, blonde hair, the secure weight of Boyd’s arm along his shoulders, he found Aiden and Ethan watching him with Alpha red eyes. This time, the light in their gaze didn’t bring him fear.

    No. No, under the heavy, watchful gaze of the twins, Stiles felt safe.

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    18 Feb 2026

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    He held Stiles’ face like it was the most precious thing and licked Stiles’ neck like he owned it. A kiss was the first thing to greet Stiles in the mornings they spent together, and at nights, it was the last thing he felt on his face. Each time was more desperate than the last.

    Derek told him he was made to be kissed. It was a reward, a pleasure, a relief.

    And then, after all of this, he would disappear. For two days, three, or for a week. Stiles would choke from the thought that this time he definitely ruined it (how? god, how?), and then, in a click of a light, Derek would come back as if he were always there. Calling from a hidden number, cupping his chin, tugging Stiles closer with his hand splayed on his back, so big and insistent. Kissing, loving, refusing to let go.

    But only in a closed room, in the darkest corner of a restaurant, in a black sports car with its windows thick and tinted.

    Stiles dreaded saying goodbye.

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    “So you’re saying Hollander would’ve beaten Haller fucking unconscious or some shit?” Bood laughs, clearly amused by Ilya’s dramatics. He looks at Chouinard like it’s the funniest joke the evening has brought them so far and then looks back at Ilya. His voice dies down when he gets a wink as an answer, making Chouinard choke on his beer. “Oh, fuck, seriously? Are we actually talking about Holly?”

    Ilya Rozanov regularly gets called out on fighting his husband’s battles. He thinks people should be glad it’s him they’re facing.

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    16 Feb 2026