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    Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. Ilya is struck by how lucky he is to be the first to see Hollander this way.

    Maybe he’s not the stereotypical Sub, but any Dom would fall over themselves if they knew just how sweet and yielding this body is.

    And; Shane learns how good Playing can be while Ilya learns how terrible of a thing jealousy is.

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    13 Jan 2026

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    It was during this hysterical lament that Ilya realized what was wrong, what was off. The initial softness, the confusion, the vulnerability. It was out of character — Shane was so often in control of himself, of what he said, even when emotions were high . . . with one exception.

    If Ilya fucked him particularly . . . intensely, if he got Shane feeling a lot, he'd get soft afterwards. Quiet, a little ditzy, emotional. The first time it'd happened — or the first time he'd recognized it — was years ago in Las Vegas after winning MVP. He remembered the look on Hollander's face when he left — wide and teary-eyed, lip trembling, tripping over himself.

    Since then, with a little trial and error, Ilya had learned how to manage it. Had grown to love it. If he treated him right, he could buff away all of Shane's sharp edges and be left with the soft, gooey inside. Floating and tethering himself to Ilya.

    Now, Shane was out there, floating, without anyone to tether himself to. Falling. And suddenly Ilya was panicking, too.

    or: shane, trying to get over rozanov, has sex with someone else and and falls into subdrop. scared and confused, he calls ilya.

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    11 Jan 2026

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    He’d got the text two days previously.

    Just one small sentence; six little words.

    Jane: I think it’s gonna start soon.

    Ilya had taken one look at his calendar, and then immediately called his coach. He was sorry, he’d explained, but as he’d stated in his contract and included on his medical forms, he was legally required to have one week away from the ice every four months to support his heat partner. In the box where he’d had to fill in their name, he’d put 'Jane'.

    He’d needed some time to get his affairs in order; to cancel the maid, ask someone to feed his fish and make sure he had everything that they were going to need for the coming week. Then, he’d packed up his ratty suitcase, loaded it into the trunk of his car, and hit the road. Just before he left, he sent Shane a text.

    Lily: I’m on my way.

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    Shane is in heat at the cottage. Ilya lends him a helping hand.

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    11 Jan 2026

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    For the kink meme prompt: "in which Ianthe fucks Gideon from behind while Gideon tries to focus on eating out Harrow but mostly ends up trembling with her face on Harrow's thighs while Harrow strokes her hair and praises her (Ianthe is into this, but also annoyed to have her vision of the scene redirected)."

    Not quite that, but, close enough.

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    30 Dec 2025

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    Deafening, the sound of her.

    A pounding at his ear drums, an aching ream of resonance singing round and round the shell of his ears. Whipping winds howling at his eyes until he can barely see, bloodied tears pooling at his lids, catching in his lashes, courting dust, dirt, debris, the smell of the Mississippi hauled outta her riverbed and up in the air, drowning him as he tries to steady his feet. He can’t vamp. Not with his hand still holding fast to the knot of Lestat’s robe, not when the hurricane would force him, them, any direction it wanted, toss them around like a cat with a muddy-shelled roach, and vaguely he realizes that he has no idea where he’s going.

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    Louis and Lestat leave the shack the night of the hurricane, seek refuge in a store, navigate too many memories, argue, ache, and maybe figure out the start of a way forward.

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    03 Nov 2025