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  1. “Um,” Shane sighs. “It’s a curse, I guess.”
    Icy dread and hot anger coalesce into a hard ball in Ilya’s chest. “What curse?”
    Shane tosses his head, runs a hand through his hair. He looks out the window, because whatever is going on with him is clearly too agonizing to experience while looking directly at Ilya’s face. He crosses his arms over his chest, lurches a single step towards Ilya like he’s attached to a string pulled taut.
    “Remember rookie season,” Shane says, apropos of nothing.
    Ilya cuts a sharp, humorless grin. “Most of it.”
    “They put you on Curse Protocol. You said it was a hazing thing. And I told you, do you remember, that I’d heard of guys—”
    “Getting their dicks cursed off,” Ilya says.
    “Yeah,” Shane says, eyes refusing to settle. He looks fucking hunted, like he expects to be brutally struck down in the very near future. “Well.”

    Shane Hollander is not the first hockey player to be the victim of a nasty playoff curse, but this one is a little different. Ilya rises to the occasion in a couple of ways.

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    “Good luck.”
    Former Montreal Metros Captain Shane Hollander-Rozanov gives an “inspiring” two-word message to his former teammates ahead of the much-anticipated rematch between the Centaurs and the Metros.

    -or-

    Everyone wants a piece of Shane Hollander. Ilya has something to say about that.

     

    *Now with a bonus E-Rated chapter 🤭

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  3. Wild Geese by

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    When Shane pulls away, he swallows audibly and the breath catches in his throat when he says, “There’s something you should know, too. Um, before.”
    Ilya traces a thumb over his lips, pouts his own to show he’s listening. “Hm?”
    “I’m a man,” Shane says, carefully.
    Ilya scoffs. “Obviously. I’m not—”
    “No, no, I mean—I’m a man. You need to remember that. Because—”
    “Oh,” Ilya murmurs. He brings his other hand up, settles it in the curve of Shane’s neck. “I understand."

    A hockey player and the most beautiful man he's ever seen walk into a bar.

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  4. The first time they’d done this, in Ilya’s bed, Shane had been mystified at Rozanov’s insistence that he not enter the nest without Shane’s permission. Now, Shane feels something akin to smugness flexing its claws in his chest. A primal satisfaction at the rightness that he is the one with the power - at present, if not for much longer - alpha just outside the nest and at his mercy. Like Shane will only yield for someone who has earned it. He can draw out Ilya’s suffering just a little longer, make him earn it. Shane rakes his gaze over the delicious chest and bicep muscles bunching above the edge of the nest. “Waiting for something, Rozanov?” “Are you going to let me into your nest, omega?” His pronunciation of the endearment is more Russian than English, accent thickening around the syllables. “Depends. You gonna give me your knot?” “Hm, does not sound like begging yet to me.” Some months after Shane recovers from rejection sickness in Ilya's bed, they share their heat/rut together at the cottage, both clinging to the delusion it's still casual.

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  5. Shane Hollander has a laundry list of problems at any given time, and being a vampire (while keeping it a secret) is pretty consistently at the top of the list. His top problem right now, though? How much he really wants to sink his teeth into Ilya Rozanov, in every possible way.

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  6. Ignoring his hard-on (for now) Ilya sits on the couch, alone in his apartment with his hands limply at his sides while he takes a beat, his brain reorganizing itself with the reality where one of the sexiest photos Ilya has ever seen of Shane exists and is out in the world and Shane is wearing the scarf that Ilya knit. Inhale, exhale.

    Distantly Ilya thinks about his ice-cold cool guy we-can-fuck-however-you-want persona. He waves at it from the shore as that Ilya sets off for Valinor never to be seen again. Price and Marleau hosted a Lord of the Rings watch party once when they were snowed in in Calgary. Ilya liked it more than he anticipated, sue him.

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  7. Scent Drunk by

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    Whimpering, Shane looked down between their bodies. Ilya’s other hand dragged slowly down Shane’s chest, over his trembling stomach, and came to rest just below his navel. There, pressed against Ilya’s own abdomen, was a soft, distinct bulge.

    “See?” Ilya whispered, his eyes glowing with a feral light. “That’s me. Inside you.”

    He pressed down with his fingers, right on the bulge.

    Shane screamed.

    (or, first day at the cottage gets Ilya scent drunk on his omega)

    Tag to be covered: Crying Shane Hollander

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  8. “Rozanov needs a place to stay. His visa won’t allow him to go home to Russia over the break, and we don’t have the cash to put him in a hotel.”

    Did the Harvard dorms completely shut down over the winter break? What about the dining hall? Shane supposed he didn’t really know. He’d never stuck around to find out, when he was younger. 

    “Okay?” 

    Coach raised his eyebrows. “So, he’s staying with you.” 

    Shane’s eyes went wide. 

    “What?” 

    “Come on, Captain,” Wiebe looked down his nose at Shane. “Try not to look too thrilled.”

     
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    or, Shane's a senior captain with an empty house over winter break. and Ilya's the freshman who will be crashing his Christmas. 

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  9. Shane stares at the fabric in his hands and takes a deep breath. He’ll never hear the fucking end of it if he wears this thing out. He’ll never hear the end of it if he doesn’t. Lose-lose, really. A whoop sounds out behind him as Shane slips the jersey over his head. It sits awkwardly, though he can’t tell if that’s because the material is brand new or because his body won’t relax. It’s hot, as if the fabric lettering on the back is branding his skin. As if he’ll take off the jersey and be marked for life: ROZANOV. 81. Shane wears Ilya's jersey out in public. Ilya has very strong feelings about it.

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  10. 5 times Shane discovers a new kink for himself + 1 time he discovers one for Ilya

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  11. “Alpha.” He let his omega take charge of his tone of voice, his logical thoughts taking the backseat at the moment, and he sounded wrecked. “Please be mine.” He felt more than heard Ilya’s chuckle, making him shiver, “I’ve always been yours, Shane.” “Bite me, Ilya.” the mating of two lovedrunk fools.

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  12. “Fuck.” Shane melted into the strong hand at his neck, the pressure over his throat and the heat of the Alpha’s palm. “Fuck, that’s–” his eyes started to flutter closed, his knees going weak, but he heard the Alpha huff a laugh and immediately stiffened again. “Don’t do that.” he warned. “Don’t laugh like me letting you put your hand on my throat is predictable submissive Omega behavior and you're making fun of me." “That is not why i was laughing.” Ilya squeezed Shane’s throat lightly, his thumb pressing over the suppressant patch covering the Omega's bonding spot and blocking his sweet scent. “I thought you would fight it, fight submitting. But you didn’t.” “No I–” Shane swallowed hard. “I like it.” “Good.” Ilya smiled slow and a little dangerous, running his tongue over his bottom lip and then over the sharp ends of his fangs before he leaned in and growled into the Omega’s ear. “Now get on your knees.”

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  13. Rozanov adjusted his towel, and Shane’s eyes were drawn to the motion like magnets. “Well, if I come to 1410 tonight at nine o’clock…” Rozanov said casually, leaving the question open. “I might open,” Shane responded. He shouldn’t have entertained this conversation at all, he knew. He knew how dangerous this could be, for so many reasons and for both of them. But he also wanted, so, so badly. He wanted to be touched, he wanted to feel good, and he wanted Rozanov to be the one to give that to him. He wanted Rozanov. Rozanov nodded, like this was the expected response, and shrugged casually. “I might knock,” he said, then walked away to his own locker where his things were stashed. Or, a trans Shane rewrite of their first time.

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  14. Relationships between two alphas can be...complicated. On the ice, Shane is as alpha as can be. Off the ice, though, that's a different story.

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  15. For as long as Shane can remember, he wanted to play hockey. Nothing will stop him, and since there are no omegas in hockey, no one can know about Shane. Not even Ilya Rozanov, the first alpha who ever manages to get through Shane’s carefully crafted defenses. With a fucking water bottle, of all things.

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  16. Ilya Rozanov was a showy alpha, the type that glowed under the spotlight, specially in the rink. He spoke very outwardly, even if his english left him hanging sometimes, and got along well with the other alphas in his team. The picture was quite different with his opponents. They didn’t like one bit the shenanigans he got up to in the middle of games, some considering him one of the biggest assholes in the MLH, specially because he didn’t cower from using his liquor scent to overwhelm his opponents. Now, active hockey players that were omegas? Counting with Shane there were a total of one. Reading about the history of the MLH in the 90s he was aware there were at least three fully out omegas that partook in official games in the last 20 years, but none of them were first line players and quietly drifted into obscurity after the end of their short-lived careers. That made Hollander’s position specially tricky, since he wasn’t a fully out omega. or Shane Hollander has a big secret, being an omega in an alpha dominated field. And his attraction to Ilya Rozanov could put his whole career in jeopardy.

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  17. Lily: Wanna do actual bet? Maybe it was Shane’s competitiveness being struck like a match at the mere thought, maybe it was because their one and only bet, six months before in Las Vegas, had resulted in Shane touching himself for Rozanov. The result was the same: Shane did not consider what kind of terrible idea Rozanov could come up with before replying. Jane: What kind? Lily: Accuracy shooting competition Jane: Ha I always beat you there Lily: Not this year This year I win And you wear my jersey Or: Shane loses a bet and has to wear Ilya's jersey.

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  18. “M’ sorry, I’m sorry”, Shane whimpers, “Jus’ needed something dirty, couldn’t smell you on your clothes. Smelt bad, smelt wrong. M’ sorry, m’ sorry-” “Is okay, my love”, Ilya reassures, trying desperately to focus on comforting Shane, eyes zeroing in on the way his husband’s legs have fallen open, revealing Shane’s tuft of dark pubic hair and the shimmer of slick on his protruding labia, “What do you need, moy lyubimyy?” Ilya asks, “Tell me- and I will get it for you” Or Shane wants Ilya's dirty clothes for his nest.

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  19. "I think we make this game more interesting," Ilya said, and that got Shane's attention. "Whoever loses has to wear the winner's jersey after the game, yes?" -- Ilya and Shane agree before their game that the loser is going to wear the winner's jersey after the game. Ilya likes seeing his name on Shane's back a little too much.

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  20. Still, he’s felt like absolute shit for weeks, and the idea of sitting in his hotel room, where he would probably masturbate, cry, and have another night of fitful sleep, did not make him feel any better. Getting to be skin to skin with Ilya Rozanov did. And surely Rozanov wouldn’t be demanding Shane make a nest in his damn bed if he didn’t fully intend on actually kissing him in it and keeping him there until morning, right? Maybe that would be enough to pick Shane up out of this drop, keep it from happening again. OR After not sending the "we didn't kiss" text, Shane's omega hormones go into distress mode. Despite trying to hide his symptoms and play through the misery, when Ilya Rozanov finds out what's going on, the alpha Shane's body wants most is determined to fix it.

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