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mouth all bloody (hollanov, E, 9.4k, ch 1/2)
tags: vampire shane, angst, blood drinking, dom/sub, thematically necessary fingers in his mouth
When Ilya is seventeen, Shane Hollander shakes his hand in a parking lot in Saskatchewan. His skin is ice cold. Fucking Canadians, Ilya thinks, and then he fumbles in his coat pocket for his box of malbaros and the thought slips away into the freezing winter air.
part 2 of falconer
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SPF 50, caller ID (hollanov, gen, 1k)
“Ilya,” Shane whispers. “Do you think we’re gonna make it?” He means—he doesn’t know what he means. He’s not sure he meant to say it out loud. It’s just. He’s been thinking about it, is all. How they go on from here. Ilya cracks an eye open. He moves his fingers against where they’re curled against Shane. “You have freckles on your arms.”
The last sunset at the cottage.
tidal (hollanov, 2.8k)
tags: pining while fucking, angst
Shane has Rozanov's location on his phone. It's not a big deal.
performance diet (hollanov, M, 3.4k)
tags: vampire shane hollander, character study
Shane knows what his recommended daily intake is down to the milliliter. The food he can fit into his walnut-sized stomach is protein dense and tasteless. Sometimes, when the emptiness in his gut doesn’t settle before a game, he takes a nasal spray to inhibit the smell of blood. It all works. None of it makes him feel human.
part 1 of falconer
just before you go (hollanov, M, 4.9k)
tags: appendicitis, sickfic, hurt/comfort, angst, when your hookup almost dies and you can't tell anyone, i just really like writing angst okay
The thing is, Hollander’s not a complainer. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Ilya’s seen him skate through cracked ribs, sprained ankles. Last season he finished a game with twenty stitches in his face, running on some unholy combination of willpower and sheer dedication. So if Hollander’s accepting the meds Ilya gives him, if he’s admitting that he’s in pain, if he’s telling Ilya that— Something might be actually fucking wrong with him. Ilya bites the inside of his cheek so hard he tastes blood.
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tension (hollanov, M, 5.7k)
tags: massages, under-negotiated kink, painplay, communication issues, angst, canon-compliant, character study
He finds a spot. Above Hollander’s shoulder blade, the knot hard and rigid, like bone. He leans into it slightly, testing. Hollander breathes again, hard. “Roz—” Ilya presses his thumb into the knot on Hollander’s back, and the air leaves Hollander’s lungs in one breath.
sweating all your sins out (darlingstern, T, 8.3k)
tags: darlington/alex stern, darlington & alex stern, darlington & pamela dawes, pre-relationship, illnesses, post-canon, seizures, vomiting, angst, hurt/comfort, fever dreams, everybody cries at some point, sickfic, dawes is lowkey the mvp, many things are hinted at, some good some bad
“He’s burning up.” Alex says. “He was going to come down for dinner, and then he fainted.” Darlington sits up shakily. He lists a little to one side, then rights himself. “He can hear you,” he mutters. “It’s fine.” For the second time that night, Alex feels the floor drop away from her. “It’s not fine,” she hisses. “You just passed the fuck out, Darlington. What the hell is wrong with you?” Darlington comes down with a nasty case of hell fever. Things get bad, and then they get much worse. Alex tries to hold on.