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    Ilya's hand continues its path up and down Shane's back, and Shane thinks again about how love is sometimes just this: a palm on the spine, moving in circles, waiting for you to come back to yourself. There is no promise of saving you—Ilya cannot save him, they both know this and are alright with it in their own ways—but there is a vow of staying, lingering in order to witness. Touching the bruise so that its pain triggers the memory that you are allowed to be touched.

    Outside, the snow continues its work of erasure. Inside, Shane's breathing begins to even out, every limb recalling how to be a man at rest rather than an animal fawning and freezing. The trembling subsides, wave by wave, as if Ilya's hand is smoothing it out of him.

    "Sleep, зайчик," Ilya says softly, his free hand coming to rest in Shane's hair. "I have you."

    This is not true, Shane thinks, and it is also the only true thing.

     

    recovery, shane learns, is not a straight line. to begin to understand something, you must first name it.

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    27 Jan 2026

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    beautiful bawled my eyes out

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    Shane Hollander knows he’s not a small guy. Years of hockey and workouts have built up his muscles, and lucky genetics from his father’s side places him just shy of six feet. He’s checked hockey players half a foot and several pounds more than him, knocked Scott Hunter into the ice in the one fight he’s ever actually thrown hands in. But as much as Shane loves the game, the fast movements, passes, and team camaraderie, there were times where he could only feel regret at following the path of athletic fame. He puts on the media smile he practices in the mirror as he brushes his hair each day, uses the bright lights of press conferences to erase his view of the audience, and keeps his answers simple and focused on hockey.

    The number of people outside the arena still makes him feel crushed in on all sides, small. Eyes trained on his face, cameras flashing, pens and cell phones being passed into his hands. The itch of it all settles under his skin.

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    @OttawaPoliceDispatch: Police have been dispatched to a house alarm in Galetta, On. Possible break in, destruction of property.

    @OttawaOfficialPoliceDepartment: Recent Missing Persons Report filed for Shane William Hollander at 9:25 pm in Galetta, On

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    26 Jan 2026

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    10/10 so angsty perf fluff end

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    "Hollander..."

     

    Shane parts from his water to huff petulantly. "I'm fucking sick, alright?"

     

    Ilya steps closer, between Shane's legs, and puts a cool hand on his forehead. "Oh, sweetheart," Ilya sighs. There's this dark look in his eyes, but Shane is too tired to try and decipher it. He leans into the cool touch on his forehead and closes his eyes.

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    14 Jan 2026

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    creamed my pants 10/10

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    Shane doesn't even have to look up to know that Ilya is grinning, a feral, vicious thing as he knots his fingers in Shane's hair and tugs, just hard enough for Shane to let out a whine. The dull ache reverberates down his nerves, as he opens his mouth and pants, sucking down lungful after lungful of Ilya's sweat and musk, salt straight from his skin as he noses at the hem of his shirt.

    “Is good, we won,” Ilya murmurs, stroking his hand through Shane's hair. “Have been wanting to show—have been wanting to give prize.” He pauses, and Shane knows his next words are going to be a cruel gift, a dagger of lust straight between his ribs. “And Hollander has been eager to show off, yes? Three goals,”—he whistles, low and mocking as Shane shifts at his feet, his ears burning as Ilya cups the back of his head, scratching blunt nails over his scalp—“is like he needed to prove how bad he wants.”

    OR: Ottawa wins the Stanley Cup. Everyone gets a reward.

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    11 Jan 2026

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    10/10

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    "HEEEAT!"

    Shane trembles. He can't be, it isn't possible. No omegas have gone into heat on the actual ice in years, not with heat suppressants and timing the cycles and --

    "Fucking hell, Shane," says Hayden as he grabs his hand, hauling him onto his skates. His familiar beta scent calms him a little. "How did this even happen?"

    "I don't know." Shane blinks. "Are they really going to call a..."

    "HEAT BREAK!" The umpire yells, to a roar from the crowd, the biggest Shane has ever heard in his years playing hockey.

    Omegaverse hockey AU: If an omega goes into heat in the middle of a hockey game...well, one of the alphas is just going to have to help him out. Which is fine, as long as it's not that annoying cocky Russian guy

    Please take note of the dubcon tag

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    28 Dec 2025

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    10/10 dubcon omegaverse public 🤭