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Rozanov glanced at Shane's phone screen, reading the top notification. Then his mouth curved. “Duolingo, huh? So fucking boring, Hollander.”
Shane’s face went hot. “Yeah,” he said. “Learning French.”
Rozanov’s eyes snapped to his. The smirk deepened. “Bad liar, Hollander. You are fluent.”
or - Ilya finds out that Shane has been learning Russian behind his back.
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29 Dec 2025
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“...Hollander,” He hears Rozanov say, urgent like it’s not the first time he’s said it. “Shane,” he follows it up with, and that snaps him out of it. He’s never called him that. Shane, reluctantly, lifts his face a little, eyes glazed over as he meets Rozanov’s eyes.
“What?”
“You stink,” Rozanov says, concern dripping. “No, you—fuck. You reek. What is—” Ilya’s fingers lift up, tugging at the scent patch, revealing more of the spot beneath it. Even Shane can smell himself at that point. He does reek. Reeks of heat, of Omega, of honey and sweetness, of something that would melt on your tongue.
Shane reefs himself back. The Omega inside him aches, mourns, whimpers at the loss of contact. It’s needed, though. He scrambles back, hand slapping at his neck to force the peeled patch back down over his scent gland. He backs up till his spine knocks against the bathroom stall.
“You are in heat at award show? Why would you hide this? Why would you not call out sick? Are you—are you insane? You care this much about trophy?”
OR Shane goes into heat in Vegas
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27 Dec 2025
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Ilya’s hand wraps around his bare wrist and squeezes. Shane barely stops himself from collapsing to his knees.
The pressure lights up every receptor of his touch-starved nervous system, wrenching a small, pained noise from the back of his throat. Every muted sensation comes flooding back so intensely that it almost hurts. He needs Ilya to hold him down until there’s nothing inside him but quiet. He wants to sink into him and disappear.
It takes Shane an entire beat to remember where they are. Fighting against the fog in his mind, he manages to drag his gaze up to meet Ilya’s.
There’s a slow-dawning horror and understanding on Ilya’s face.
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Or: Shane is in subdrop after their encounter in Vegas. Ilya fixes it.
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27 Dec 2025
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The lack of resistance made Seongje press harder. Scruffing him. “Answer me.”
But Hyuntak didn’t. He went slack under Seongje’s grip like someone sliced his achilles heels.(Seongje unintentionally bitches Hyuntak).
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16 Dec 2025
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hyuntak hates seongje.
but he also knows that hate only fuels his lust.
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12 Dec 2025