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“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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any time, any place by transshanehollander (cyrusbreeze)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-10
A very pregnant Shane agrees to a day of free use at the cottage during his and Ilya’s babymoon. It’s better than either of them expected.
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Shane has two kids, a soft belly, and a husband who looks at him like he hung the moon — which is great, except Shane can't stop standing in front of mirrors picking himself apart. Ilya has a solution. It involves a dark forest, five minutes head start, and absolutely no mercy. ________________ Or, Shane is getting fucked in a Forest
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Ilya wins MVP. Shane wears Ilya's gift to himself during the ceremony, driving him crazy with the filthiest mouth.
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Ilya's fingers tightened on his chin, his thumb stretching up to rub across Shane's mouth. "What the fuck did you just call me?" His voice was practically vibrating, his eyes flashing down at him.
Shane stared up at him in confusion for a second. What did I say? He thought as the memory of less than a minute ago settled over him.
Daddy
His eyes went wide and blood rushed to his face as embarrassment hit him like a truck. "Oh, baby... I..."
Ilya released his face to curl his fingers around Shane's throat. "No, Shane. Say it again."
Shane blinked. "What?"
"You heard me." Ilya's thumb pressed into Shane's lower lip, dragging it down slightly. "Say it again."
- Part 8 of Stolen Moments
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He thinks of Ilya’s commanding tone: “Hollander, here”, “take it for me”, or Shane’s personal favorite, “kneel.” Shane, through all these years, has been amazed that to Ilya these little commands are so casual, just a part of fucking for him. To Shane, these words are all consuming. They shut off the hyperactive part of his brain and he can just… enjoy. Ilya takes over, makes Shane feel good, uses Shane to feel good, and Shane goes gooey for it every time. He’s never known peace like getting railed by Ilya Rozanov. Shane knows you can't eat your cake and have it, too. He knows that asking too much of Ilya would be plain selfish. Knows that asking to be told exactly what to do so he can shut his brain off isn't normal. And Ilya... well he doesn't think Shane knows shit.
- Part 1 of Today I Fell, and Felt Better
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