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    All fics are inspired by specific lyrics in songs.

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    He moves, his hands steady, counting the measures as he pours. One-two-three, one-two-three. Ice sings against glass - liquid swirls in a chaotic, beautiful vortex. The world narrows mercifully to the simple logic of weight and movement, physics that he can control. For a few blessed seconds, the memories pressing against the back of his skull recede, and there is no phantom bite of ice under his skates, no roar of a stadium crowd worshipping a god that no longer exists.

    Just this.

    He slides the drinks down the bar with a practiced flick, flashes that curated smile again, feels the brief, shallow surge of satisfaction when one of them says, “Keep the change,” and tosses an extra bill into the tip jar. Small victories. Small comforts.

    Shane has learned to survive on crumbs.

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    14 May 2026

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    “Motherfucker,” Ilya breathed out.

    “Rozy?” Marleau questioned.

    His mind went back to a shitty, dim hotel room in Saskatchewan. His first case going under. Rookie shit. He was in and out but on his night off did pull a freckled man back into the hotel room with him. Had the best lay he had ever had, then disappeared. In that dim hotel room he had met Shane Hollander, they had never exchanged names. Hollander, now he knows, wasn’t willing to give up anything about himself. Not to the agent he clocked at a first glance.

    “You stand out,” He had mumbled against the skin of Ilya’s hip bone, his big brown eyes glanced up at him, “gotta be better at pretending if you want to stay alive long enough to have a career.”
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    Ilya is an undercover agent and Shane is part of the underground fighting ring he's sent to break up.

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    13 May 2026

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    “You have no idea who your parents really are, do you?” the Russian asked seriously after a few minutes passed of them staring at one another, though it was really more Shane glaring and heaving while Ilya calmly observed him with an unsure glint in his eye.

    “I have no idea what I’m doing here and what you want with them. If this is some kind of stupid business dispute, I have bad news for you, asshole. I don't know about their business, I don’t even know what their business is, and I’ve never been involved in their business,” Shane seethed as slowly as he possibly could so Ilya could understand that he genuinely had no idea of what was going on. “Now will you please untie me and take me home? I don’t even care if you knock me out again, just fucking let me go!”

    Ilya set the glass down to the side of him on the black leather cushion and rose from his seat, unfolding gracefully until he was towering over Shane with cool indifference. He bent slightly, leaned in close enough to Shane’s face that he could smell the vodka the Russian man had been drinking, then said easily, “I think I will keep you, actually.”

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    13 May 2026

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    This boy would kill him. This gorgeous, precious and kinky boy will be his downfall, and Ilya will not even resist.

    “Yes moya lyubov. My little slut, only mine. No one else can have you, no one else is allowed to even look at you, yes? Only me.”

    “Yes, God. Only ever you.” Shane whined, throwing an arm over his face.

    “No no no, none of that now.” Ilya firmly pulled his arm away from his face, before pulling both of them up above his head, holding them there with one hand, “You cannot say such filth, and then get shy on me Hollander.”

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    The Hollanov BDSM Mafia AU fic that my depraved brain has come up with.

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    12 May 2026

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    mafia boss!ilya being #downbad and shane walking him like a dog.

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    12 May 2026