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wishing you all the strength in the world for this shift 🫂 might i submit for your consideration… ilya’s pre-rut starting before he and shane expect it to. shane is out of the house and comes home to ilya having buried himself in their shared laundry pile for the comfort of his and shane’s scents combining. he’s already a little bit gone and shane is scrambling to move up all of their preparations while also taking care of ilya in this moment

Hiii baby love!

It’s going ok so far thank you! We are just understaffed so a bit busier than it should be but the kids are ok right now knock on wood 😚

(Sorry in advance this is LONG!!!) But hi! hi! Pre rut Ilya my sweetheart my love my baby boy. I love this idea, like it’s irregular/ out of sync maybe because he’s been sick or Shane’s heat came early so it bought Ilya’s rut toward too.

And usually, usually, Shane is very good at catching the earliest signs in Ilya- his longer workouts, the way he’s a bit more jittery, unable to sit still for long periods of time, the extra grit in his play, the way he gets clingy, nothing crazy, he’s a touchy guy normally but his hands will linger, he will sleep with his face pressed into Shane’s stomach, or with Shane on top of him, as close as they can be. And the headaches, he always gets headaches in the earliest part of his pre rut. The muscle aches don’t come till a few days before usually but the headaches can come almost two weeks out.

But his Rut isn’t due for three months so neither of them are expecting it. Shane is out seeing rose or at a meeting of some kind- had left Ilya at home with a quick peck in the laundry room, and a slap to his ass from Ilya. The morning had been normal, breakfast together, coffee with quiet tangled feet before they woke up enough to chat softly between them.

Shane gets home and he’s shuffled off his shoes and put his keys down, and theres no sound of Ilya coming to greet him which makes him frown a little because that’s their routine really, always, when one of them gets home the other is right there at the door to greet them. It could be the years apart they did, but they are always eager to find each other no matter how short the time apart. Shane pulls in a deep breath, the smell of their home, their combined scents, of his alpha, nearby somewhere and lets that settle him.

Maybe Ilya is just in the shower or the gym, Shane thinks and he walks further into their home.

With a small yawn, Shane pads into the kitchen first, no sign of Ilya, then peeks into the laundry room on his way past, no Ilya. Shane gets to their large living room and oh. There’s his alpha. Ilya is sprawled out long across the couch, in just sweat shorts, neatly folded laundry in a basket by the couch, and then a small pile of unfolded laundry on the couch, beneath Ilya’s head. Oh. His face is turned into the fabric of one of Shane’s hoodie, his nose and jaw obscured by the soft grey. Oh. His scent is stronger too, it’s subtle but Shane can smell it where he’s stood like he’s on the couch with Ilya.

Shane’s stomach twists in worry, and he’s quick to make his way to the couch, crouch by Ilya and place a hand on Ilya’s cheek. He’s warm, like the edge of a fever, cheeks dark, skin hot against Shane’s open palm, cool from being outside. Ilya doesn’t wake but he stirs, moves like a flower seeking the sun, he turns his face into Shane’s hand, nose drags against the skin, down to find his wrist and he’s nuzzling his face and lips there, lazy circles.

It makes Shane’s heart squeeze, his omega tugging in his lower belly as a need to sooth his alpha. It has to be pre rut, Shane is sure of it, the heat of his body, the kitten pile of their things, the strength of his scent. Shane pulls his hand away from the alphas nuzzling, attempting to comb through Ilya’s curls, scratch gently to wake him the way he likes to be woken up and he lets out a low miserable whimper when Shane’s wrist is dragged form his nose and mouth, a sad little sound that makes Shane’s heart leap. And yeah, fuck. Ilya’s rut is on his way.

Shane’s heart begins to race, mind moving faster- they had plans, well organised plans- six days off together, less time than they’d like- but realistic during season, to see out Ilyas rut together. Two days for the worst of his pre rut, when it was at fever point Three days of actual rut and one after Shane had a grocery delivery set up, a meal plan for them frozen meals and pre planned shakes. His and Ilya’s calendars were adjusted, less social commitments and brand deals to fullfill. But all of that was three months away, and Ilya was showing signs of rut now. Fuck.

Shane surrenders his arm to Ilya, lets him sleep nuzzle and preen and kiss as he pulls out his phone to send his mum an SOS. He keeps it brief, a warning that Ilya’s rut is coming in one or two weeks and can she please help him. Shane goes to click onto his iCal to see what coming commitments they will need to work around, stress in the low of his spine, when he hears Ilya’s voice low and syrupy.

“Shane?” His voice is shy and soft, and Shane is quick to avert his attention from his phone. Ilya looks bashful, wide soft eyes, head turned away from Shane’s wrist like he’d been caught doing something wrong.

“Hey baby” Shane breaths, tries to ignore the waves of worry cresting in his chest, trying to keep his scent clean of his concern, heart pumping.

“What’s wrong?” Ilya asks, and his pretty face is collapsed in a big sad frown, brow furrowed and he’s sitting himself up, looking down at the clothes he’d curled up in and he’s blushing, face pink and eyes low and then he’s wriggling to sit up properly, hands moving to fuss with the clothing he’d been napping on.

“Oh- sorry I uh- I didn’t realise I was so tired” he is quick to the explain, picking up the clothes and beginning to fold them, eyes darting up to Shane.

Shane is shaking his head then, his hand reaching out to catch Ilya’s wrist as he’s folding. “It’s fine, Ilya I can do it later, you feel ok?” And Ilya is still trying to fold, shaking his head.

“Mm no I promised remember moy lyubimyy? Laundry done so we can have lazy afternoon” Ilya’s smile looks a little frayed and he’s embarrassed and Shane’s heart is fuzzy. His sweet alpha.

“Ilya” he says, voice low and soft, and Ilya’s eyes are on him.

“Are you okay?” Ilya asks again, looking unsure and Shane knows Ilya can sense his unease in his scent and he’s probably making it up in his mind that it’s because Ilya hadn’t finished the laundry.

Ilya looks soft and young, big eyes and messy curls and the strong wafts of alpha radiating off him, the change toward rut that always makes him seem so unsure. It makes Shane ache.

“I am, I missed you” he says and ignores the buzzing of his phone, his mum replying no doubt. He tries to pull all his focus on Ilya for now, on settling him before he can go into planning mode. Ilya’s told him how out of sorts this makes him feel, the anxiety, the rushing hormones that make his head buzzy and confusing at times.

“I missed you too” Ilya replies honestly, finally stopping his folding to look at Shane, lips parted slightly.

Shane smiles and climbs up onto the couch, into Ilya’s lap, wraps his arms around Ilya’s neck, making sure his wrists brush the warm skin of Ilya’s throat as he does. He settles in Ilya’s lap and nuzzles his way into the curve of Ilya’s neck, presses his nose in and breaths in the scent of home home home alpha alpha alpha.

He feels Ilya’s grumble under him and Shane knows he smells like other people, like products used in the shoot, not like himself. If he’d known Ilya was in pre rut he’d of showered at the set before coming home, packed his scent free soap.

“Was busy, lots of people around me but wanted you there” Shane whispers, and it’s true, always true but something he knows Ilya needs to hear now, not just feel.

“Missed my alpha” he mumbles and finally feels Ilya’s shoulders settle, his arms squeeze around Shane, and he’s got a hand in Shane’s hair, gently encouraging the movement of his head with scratches of his scalp. Shane smiles at the familiar tactile command and begins to scent Ilya.

“Missed you too sweetheart” Ilya breaths and Shane feels a small shiver wrack through the alphas warm body. His skin is feverish under Shane.

“Wanna shower with me?” Shane asks, and his arm is between their chests now, his hand rubbing over Ilya’s chest, wrist dragging over the skin to leave his scent behind.

“Yeah?” Ilya asks and Shane nods nods nods, pulls back to peck Ilya’s soft mouth, a small kiss that Ilya immediately chases.

Shane hums and catches Ilya’s face in his hands, smooths his cheeks with his thumbs and kisses kisses kisses him soft and slow.

Shane pulls back and his mind is trying to race away, trying to worry and fixate on all the things that aren’t organise for his alpha, aren’t organised to look after him like he needs- like Shane know he needs, like how Shane loves to care for him. His baby. His anxiety spikes, at the thought of not being able to look after Ilya like how he wants to and Ilya senses it, smells it and he huffs, shoves his face into Shane’s neck and rubs his face all over his glands.

“Sorry” Ilya mutters and Shane shakes his head, soothes a hand over his curls.

“It’s okay Ilya, we’re ok” he mumbles and Ilya breaths “no Shane I think maybe. Maybe my rut is going to come early I’m sorry. I have a headache and I feel hot I-“ . he confesses, trails off and Shane nods, turns his head to kiss at Ilya’s ear, forehead. His fingers scratch through his curls, he presses as close as he can to Ilya, holds him tight, his big strong nervous alpha, clinging to Shane, quietly confessing his worries- like he’s let Shane down.

“It’s okay alpha” Shane cooes “it’s okay, it’s just us yeah? Just us and I’ve always got you” Shane breaths, forces deep breaths to calm his concerns, to be sure for Ilya.

“Come on, let’s shower yeah? Then we can finish the laundry together and then our lazy afternoon huh?” He suggests and Ilya nods, nods, curls tighter to Shane and fists his hand in the front his tshirt.

“Okay. I’d like that.” he mumbles, and Shane leans his face down into Ilya’s, nuzzles at it sucking kisses over the skin till he can rub their lips together, a nuzzle of shared breath.

“Okay” Shane repeats and thinks- knows- he will do everything to make sure his Ilya is just that through this sudden rut, okay, with Shane.