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    “You will not be so nice when we beat you,” Ilya told Shane Hollander, holding onto his hand, not letting him pull away. Not yet.

    But Hollander’s brow furrowed, not in anger but in confusion. “Ah, um, sorry,” Hollander said. “Merci. My English is bad. Worse… than you. Maybe slower?” And he leaned in, like that would help him understand.

    Ilya’s eyebrows rose, and his smile widened.

    Or, Ilya Rozanov grew up in Russia. Shane Hollander was raised in France. When they first meet, neither of them can speak English very well. Somehow, it’s easier to understand each other when words aren’t getting in the way.

    (Stand-alone remix of “I’m Reading Your Lips (You’re Speaking My Language)” but this time neither of them are native English speakers, and learning a new language is sort of like falling in love, if you think about it.)

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    16 Feb 2026

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    ‘I look forward to getting to know you more, husband-to-be.’ Ilya smirks, tongue wrapping around the last word with relish, a hand coming to trace the freckles dusted across his cheeks with a surprisingly delicate touch.

    Shane smacks his hand away with a snort, tampering down the blush threatening to make itself known to instead snap out a frosty retort. ‘In your dreams.’

    Except all Ilya, the Prince of Rozan, has to offer is a dark smile and wandering eyes. Shane can feel them burning through his clothes, his shoulders resisting the urge to curl inwards and shield himself from Ilya’s gaze.

    ‘Oh, but you already are. Am I not in yours, sweet prince?’

    or: Shane, Crown Prince of Hollaith hates Prince Ilya of Rozan with a passion. So the idea of marrying him is his worst nightmare - right?

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    “Is that all you need? For someone to tell you what to do?”

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    English is Ilya's second language. He tends to leave a lot unsaid.

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    All Dane could think of was how incredibly beautiful he looked. To just stand there, bathing in the sunlight without anything covering his face, his starry shimmering wings spreading behind him.

    He looked like an angel of death. And if he was, Dane would willingly welcome his entry to the gates of hell. To meet his demise by having the privilege to see Finn in his entirety like this without any hindrance would be the greatest honor.

    It didn’t matter how far he was. Beholding the part of his soul that was taken away from him was already enough to send him to his fatal end.

    Come to me. Kiss me and hold me in front of all your soldiers who want me dead. Pull me close and stab me in the chest. I don’t care anymore. Please. I’m dying.

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