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Kevin smiles, pleased with himself. He wants Jean so strung out on the edge he cannot think, wants him to feel so good his brain melts out of his ears and he can't string together any coherent sentences. He wants Jean to feel half as good as Kevin does with Jean in his life.
"Kevin," Jean gasps, breathing harshly. "Please."
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tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll by gaykevinday
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
29 May 2026
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A week later, Neil receives a package in the mail.
He opens it in his room with the blinds drawn, sitting in the middle of his bed. It feels like a sacred ritual, something secret, and meant just for him. There's a single card inside. Pierce Your Doll To Awaken. There's a red pin in a small bag attached. He sets them off to the side and pulls out the main course. It's wrapped carefully in red tissue paper, but Neil undoes this in a few rips and tears.
In his hands, he holds his own handmade, custom Kevin Day voodoo doll.
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Years after escaping the violence that shaped them, Kevin Day and Jean Moreau have finally built something soft, stable and real together. But when Kevin begins hiding a devastating illness that slowly steals him away piece by piece, their hard-won happiness turns into a desperate fight against time, grief and the unbearable reality of loving someone you cannot save.
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I love you, he thinks helplessly. I loved you when I had nothing, and even now that I have so much more, I will never love anything as much as I love you.
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Kevin cooks, Jean remembers something, and they fuck about it.
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He bent down and began soaking up the tea, gathering the pieces of the shattered mug into a little pile as he went.
When he soaked up all the liquid, he tossed the towel into the sink and dropped down beside the pile.
He could fix this. He could.
He sifted through the jagged edges until he found two that looked like they went together, the edges and colors matching. But when he held them together, they didn’t fit quite right. It was as if pieces even smaller had broken off so they couldn’t go together again, and Kevin sifted through the pile for them, but they were so minuscule he couldn’t tell which they were or if they were even in the pile at all.
His eyes heated, and his throat felt tight as he set the pieces down and picked up two others, trying to make them fit again. But it was the same problem, over and over and over, until tears were rolling down his cheeks.
It was stupid to cry over a broken cup, but –
He grabbed a piece, turning it over in his hand, a little Ferris wheel car visible.
It was the first trip he and Jean had ever taken together outside of games.
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Or, Kevin does something that triggers Jean and spirals into self-loathing.