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    Shane grabbed a teaspoon from the drawer next to him and dipped it into the sauce, turning to face Ilya with his hand cupped underneath it to catch the drips. As he moved around the island, Ilya’s pulse picked up again and his brain smashed together a montage of nights like this from some imagined future. Shane cooking for him in their kitchen, offering his creation up for Ilya’s judgement. Maybe there would be a nice playlist on. Maybe the pasta would be actual pasta, not chickpea. Maybe they’d be cooking for more than just the two of them. Christ.

    Balancing on the cusp of a something new, Ilya boards a flight to Shane's cottage for two weeks.

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    26 Jul 2026

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    “You didn’t like it the last time we tried it,” Shane said.

    Ilya gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Was years ago. Maybe it is an acquired taste, like licorice.”

    “You also don’t like licorice,” Shane pointed out.

    “Yes, but I keep trying it because Luca likes it so much.”

    “And then you make a face and tell him how awful it is.”

    “When have I ever told you your dick is awful?” Ilya said, looking mildly offended. “I am its number one fan.”

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    26 Jul 2026

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    “Mmm. You want it bad,” Ilya purrs, teeth grazing the column of his throat.

    “Yeah,” Shane whines, hating how petulant it sounds. A fresh flare of determination rises up in response. “Just give it to me. Ilya. I can—just go hard. Just make it fit.”

    Ilya laughs quietly, incredulously. It’s hot against Shane’s ear. “Make it fit."

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    Or: in the midst of a stressful season, Shane's a little... out of practice. He's not gonna let that stop him getting what he wants.

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    21 Jul 2026

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    The pressure in his chest tightened unbearably before it released. Ilya could only hold tight onto Scott as an aching stretch from the depths of his being lurched forward, reaching and seeking and finding that other edge, frayed with the same pain and need and guilt and loneliness, two broken threads weaving together so tightly that nothing, not fear, not shame, not death itself would dare try to unravel it again.

     

    That buzzing feeling got louder, like something was trying to vibrate out of his skin, turning his breath ragged. But instead of feeling overwhelmed, it felt right. Like the grind of new blades turning on fresh ice. Something at the core of him was straining outward, was reaching out for something just in front of him and—
    There she was.

    His soulmate.

    Soulmate AU featuring Ilya & Scott/Shane & Rose as platonic soulmates as they navigate the events of Heated Rivalry.

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    18 Jul 2026

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    His mother taught Ilya how to fly. It takes longer for him to learn how to fall.

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