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    Shane Hollander Rozanov is many things: a devoted father, a loving husband, and currently, a pregnant omega stranded in a restaurant with his three-year-old daughter because nobody believes he's married to the owner.

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    15 Jun 2026

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    “You like this, Hollander? Really?”

    “Yes,” he sobbed, more tears rolling down his cheeks. “Fucking love it. Love it so much, thank you, Ilya. More, please,”

    “Greedy boy,” Ilya scoffed, tugging Shane’s head back roughly. “You always want more. Am I not giving you enough?”

    “It’s not..” he thought carefully, pausing for a moment. “Hit me harder, Ilya.” Another tear fell from his eye, soothing the burn of his cheek.

    “You are sure? I don’t know, does not seem like you can handle it.”

    “I can take it,” Shane breathed out. “I can, I promise. I want it to hurt.”

    Or — Shane’s been trying to work on emotional regulation and his feelings for a while now, nothing seems to work. Nothing but the sensation of hit after hit, slap after slap, delivered straight to him.

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    13 Jun 2026

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    A short lil crack fic and social media fic wherein Ilya’s overdramatic about Shane missing one (1) game so Harris decides to make social media content out of it.

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    13 Jun 2026

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    Barred from his own locker room after a game against Boston, Shane shows up to the Bears room instead, hoping for refuge.

    He gets that and more.

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    13 Jun 2026

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    “I wasn’t a fan of that drink, by the way,” Shane tells him absently, bending to slip the last plate into the dishwasher.

    “What drink,” Ilya says.

    “It was the one you left in the gym. I told you I was going to workout while you were gone, I figured you put it there when you were finished before you left.”

    Ilya frowns. “Shane. I did not leave a drink for you.”

    Somewhat exasperatedly, Shane sets the machine to go and then reaches for the hand towel, dries his palms as he leans against the counter opposite him. “It was the green bottle. That’s the one you always use for that stuff.”

    “The green bottle,” Ilya echoes slowly, thick brows furrowed. “Where was it?”

    “Between the treadmills. On the mat.”

    The memory slams into Ilya like a check to the boards.

    “Oh,” he says plainly. And then, distinctly more intrigued the second time, “Oh.”

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    12 Jun 2026