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Something cold settles low in Shane's stomach at her hesitation. His mom almost never hesitates, always confident and firm in what she is doing. Whatever she's about to say, it's probably no small thing.
"There's something I need to tell you," she says quietly. "Something we need to tell you."
"Mom?" Shane asks, confused. Shane stares at his mother, waiting for the rest of the explanation, but nothing comes. Mom keeps both hands on the steering wheel, her eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead. "What do you mean?" he asks quietly.
"David isn't your biological father."
- Part 4 of Gross Hollanov Week 2026
- Part 9 of Hollanov Smut
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The blackouts are getting worse.
They aren't dangerous, in the long run, just strange. Strange because they only ever happen when Shane is at home; never on the road, at the rink, or even when in public.
His blackouts only ever happen in his condo.
Shane doesn't even realize something is happening at first. He'll get home after practice or a game, exhausted, and the second the front door closes behind him something in his body loosens. A warmth spreads through him and his thoughts will go fuzzy at the edges. His inner omega will start purring low and smug in the back of his mind.
Nest, it says.
Once the thought hits, the urge becomes almost unbearable. He usually makes it to the bedroom before the rest hits. Shane will crawl into bed still half dressed, burrowing instinctively into the blankets, dragging pillows close against his chest while warmth floods his body in thick, heavy waves. His painfully organized nest will become messy, Shane digging around until the chaotic placements feels perfect.
And then—nothing. Absolutely nothing. Hours vanish, sometimes even entire evenings.
- Part 5 of Hollanov A/B/O
- Part 5 of Hollanov Smut
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Shane is a reporter for The New Yorker. Ilya works as a political consultant at the Russian Consulate. They’ve known each other since being rivals on the hockey team in college. It took a while for them to become friends, but since they have, the pair have gotten close. Very close. As their bachelor years dwindle, they decide to try to set one another up with their best girlfriends. It doesn’t go as they’d hoped. Or, Hudson inspired me to write a When Harry Met Sally AU. Happy New Year.
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