“You said this was your favorite place on Earth.” Ilya’s voice is so sexy sometimes that Shane has to actively concentrate. “Yeah.” He squeezes Ilya’s hand. “Can it be mine too?” Shane inhales sharply, emotion piercing his chest, managing to say “Yes,” before succumbing to several things. Mostly, a bright balloon of joy, a more base satisfaction of pleasing Ilya, a thin shard of pain knowing how fucking long it took them to get here.
i thought about sunlight putting highlights in blonde hair, freckles getting darker in the sun, and how much i love summer, for like 2 seconds too long and blinked and now i have 3k of cottage fluff. please enjoy 💛




















