Lt_Rogue



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    "Hayes!" He calls while he knocks loudly on the door. "Ilya!" he adds, just in case.
    Wyatt opens the door a minute later. Shane can't help but chuckle. He's still wearing a costume, one that Shane doesn't recognize, and his shirt is stained with something that stinks of really strong alcohol. His hair is sticking up in all directions and he's squinting. "Hollander, what the hell."
    "I could ask you the same thing," Shane crosses his arms, taking a look inside Wyatt's hotel room. Ilya doesn't seem to be there, and the anxiety starts reaching his heart, turning its beating erratic. Shane's mostly annoyed, if he's being honest, but there's this feeling twirling in his gut. He doesn't like not knowing where Ilya is. "Where the hell is my husband?"
    Hayes blinks.
    "What?"

    Or, after a bad depressive episode and a terrified confession, Ilya made a promise to his husband. He swore he would never, ever leave him. And he'll be damned if he doesn't keep his promise, even if he has to fight strangers, jump off a moving car and cross the whole Nevada desert. He will get back to Shane, even if it's the last thing he does.

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    “Just-” Ilya starts, intending to tease, the offer of a massage more about getting Hollander back in a more relaxed headspace than anything else, but then the wire-tight tension in the muscles under his fingers registers, and he frowns, pressing testingly before making a noise of disapproval. “Fuck, Hollander, you are secretly doing crime or what?”

    “What?” Hollander asks, confused, starting to lift his head before Ilya pushes it back down absently, focused now on feeling out the knots Hollander seems to be completely made of. He’s felt tension in Hollander’s shoulders before, usually during coaxing little squeezes while coaching him through learning how to deep throat, but he’s always written it off as nerves from learning something new.

    Now he wonders if Hollander is just nerves, period.

    (the "ilya massages shane" fic inspired by hudson saying that playing shane made him sore because he was so tense all the time)

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    “Hey, Hollander, it’s your turn to tell the story,” Wyatt Hayes interrupts from the row behind them. 

    “The what?” Shane questions, looking to Ilya, who only manages to give him a sort of sympathetic look. “Is this some kind of hazing thing you didn’t tell me about?”

    Troy Barrett’s head pops up from the row in front of him. “It’s something we do every flight. Harris told the story about his sister and a skunk on that first flight after the incident in Tampa, and it kinda became a thing. Helps to calm everyone’s nerves.”

    “Oh,” Shane says, feeling nervous and kind of annoyed already. “Just like…any story?”

    “Usually it’s something funny. Pretty simple stuff,” Nick Chouinard tells him. “But you’ve got to stand in the aisle and project so we can all hear you.” 

    “Oh, but I don’t have that loud of a voice,” he tries to say, but it doesn’t seem like anyone is listening, an excited rumble moving through the team. 

    Fucking great.

    “So, the first time Ilya met my parents was so bad.”

    “How bad was it?” Hayes deadpans, and everyone laughs again.

    Shane swallows. "I'm so glad you asked."

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    Going no-contact with Curtis Barrett had been surprisingly easy.

    Not emotionally, at first, but physically easy in the sense that Troy didn’t even need to actually block his number or monitor his socials. His dad never rang, or messaged. Not a single thing since that night when Troy had finally stood up to him, looked him square in the face and told him he was gay and Curtis had just stared in bewilderment, anger, disgust, and watched him go.

    Which is why when Troy takes his phone off plane mode as they walk through the airport after touching down in New York, he stops in his tracks as he sees a notification for two missed calls. From his dad. One voicemail.

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    A fic about Troy still trying to find himself despite being an openly gay, engaged man, and how his past doesn't stay in the past, but this time he's got love on his side.

    Featuring Ilya being the best bisexual buddy, Harris is incredibly smitten, loving queer-platonic-friendships, and discussions of Buffy villains.

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