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  1. Summary

    "What did you just say?”

    Sora.
    Blonde hair, silver eyes, and curly brows.
    Our son, Zoro had said. Your son.

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    My own Zoro fell first but Sanji fell harder story, told in two parts.

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    Zoro's love is blunt, unexpectedly tender, and surprisingly soft.

    Sanji doesn’t know how to handle that. Especially when he doesn't think he'll ever be able to reciprocate such feelings.

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    In 2008, Shane Hollander lost to Ilya Rozanov. Fresh-faced, hungry. Like he’d been living off victory points that were scraps compared to the real thing, compared to beating Rozanov, the first man in the world to make him feel second-best. Back then, he’d thought that was the only thing he felt, too. That the electric pulse jostling between them in the gym some time later was a trick of the mind. It was like seeing sky above for the first time. See you at the draft. Life in that paper body.

    or: Ilya comes back. This is the crux of it.

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    16 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Hits in the feels. Beautiful

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    “Did you just tell a customer their outfit was structurally unsound?”

    “It was.”

    If you ask Shane Hollander, he'll tell you the bar's highball glasses are committing a war crime against sparkling water, your outfit has at least three structural flaws, and no, he is NOT blushing, it's just warm in here, and no, he was NOT staring at the new bartender through the gap in the ficus leaves, he was RESTING HIS EYES, and also, for the record, he doesn't care that the bartender has hazel eyes the color of warm stone in late-afternoon light or that his hands can untangle Shane's knotted fingers like they were made for exactly that purpose. He's a particularly opinionated artist with a sunset to paint. He doesn't have time for this. (He makes so much time for this.)

    A neurodivergent artist with the social grace of a startled deer + a bartender with the patience of a saint + a best friend who lives for drama = a love story told in fumbled words, shared sunsets, and the quiet understanding that sometimes the most profound conversations happen without speaking a word.

    Or: Shane Hollander has zero filter, zero social skills, and is absolutely in love with the new bartender his mother hired for their family bar

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    12 May 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    This rewired something in my brain.
    Beautiful story written with a soft heart and a style that brings every emotion to life.

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    Shane has been missing for a long, long time.

    Or: Ilya goes on a road trip. Somewhere along the way, he finds himself again.

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    26 Mar 2026

  4. Rec 7891

    Mystery Work

    Part of AZRAELRIEGO
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    This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!

    23 Mar 2026

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    Shane and Ilya broke up. It was the adult, mature decision they made together and moved on from. Except Shane is still Ilya's emergency contact and Ilya's coach just called.

    Ilya had a seizure. Well, seizures. Multiple. He is in the hospital, in the operation block and suddenly Shane is met with the possibility that last words Ilya Rozanov ever heard from him were "Maybe love isn't enough."

    And then complications occur. And Ilya is not waking up.

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    They’d sat on a perfectly ordinary Wednesday afternoon in their perfectly ordinary kitchen, with coffee that had gone cold on the table between them, and calmly dismantled the life they’d built together. One sentence at a time.

    “Maybe we need space.” “Maybe we’re just hurting each other.” “Maybe love isn’t enough.”

    He wants to go back and shove that version of himself against the wall. Shake him until his teeth rattle.

    Love is the only thing that matters when someone is under general anaesthesia and a stranger is touching their brain, Shane thinks wildly. Love is literally the only currency worth anything in a room like this.

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    17 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    First time I cry so much over a fic.
    The way it's written it feels like I'm literally watching a medical drama and I loved the emotions infused in every sentence.
    Loved loved loved!