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“You aren’t the first client to start an altercation, and you won’t be the last. We’re equipped for alphas like you, Namjoon-ssi. ”
“Monsters,” Namjoon supplies humorlessly.
“Clay,” Seokjin corrects. “Moldable. Ready to be fired in the kiln and emerge beautifully reborn.”
(Namjoon's hormonal imbalance is destroying his life. New Beginnings Rehabilitation Center claims to be the glue that will piece it back together.)
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Moonchild (How it's Supposed to Be) by constellationary
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
18 Nov 2024
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“I don’t need anyone to take care of me,” Namjoon says.
Seokjin glances at him. At his blood stained flight suit, the dark circles under his eyes, his pallid skin, the collarbones jutting out from his near-emaciated figure. “Of course, starlight,” he says, and his tone lilts melodically, almost like he’s placating a child. “You have done very well for someone so young.”
(Namjoon wants a lot of things. A captaincy. A good night’s sleep. Comfort. Somewhere to belong. He finds all of that and more in his new position aboard the Starship Moonchild and its 6-member xenos crew. It’s too bad that Namjoon is exactly what they've been looking for, too.)
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“I do apologize for this. While I wish we could let you roam free, unfortunately past experiences have taught us that isn’t the wisest course of action. We’ve found that nestlings should be carefully monitored, controlled. Otherwise we risk losing our only source of life. Hear that, Jungkook? You’ll be keeping me and my nest alive. What an honor that is. We greatly thank you for your assistance.”
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Jungkook wakes up in a cell, in the middle of a vampire nest, and really fucking wishes he could remember how he got there.
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Hoseok likes the dark.
He likes dark, stagnant, warm places that make sweat bead up on your forehead and evaporate slickly into the thick humidity of air. Like this one. He likes to stay until the room forgets he’s there; absorbs him into its silhouette and its stillness. The corners that call to his instincts are the ones where creepy-crawly things congregate.
Hoseok is one of the creepy-crawly things, too.
(Spider hybrid Hoseok has been passed from foster home to foster home since childhood, desperately wishing for—but never finding—a family willing to adopt a venomous, unsightly species like him. Now 23 years old and aging out of the system, he's placed into a group home full of other unwanted hybrids who fell through the cracks. He, despite his best efforts, belongs.)
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“Somebody’s fussy this morning,” Namjoon says.
“You asshole,” Yoongi says.
“Handsome little prince,” Namjoon says.
Yoongi screams.
Namjoon kisses Yoongi's temple, and reaches into his shirt pocket for the pacifier gag.
This is their routine. This is familiar.
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“So,” Jihoon started. “Anything you want to share with me, Jungkook-ah?” he asked, his voice sounding suspiciously even.
“I... may have met my soulmates,” Jungkook hedged, looking anywhere but at his best friend.
“And?” Jihoon pressed, not taking his eyes off the dish in front of him.
“And they’re really nice?” Jungkook replied, feeling the heat extend further down his neck at the weak admission.
Jihoon glanced over at him and shot him an unimpressed look. “I was under the impression we didn’t like your soulmates,” he deadpanned, glancing down at the cheerful writing on Jungkook’s hand again.
Jungkook sighed and leaned fully against the counter, “Me too.”
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Jungkook thinks his soulmates don't want him. His soulmates wholeheartedly disagree with that assumption.
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17 Jan 2026
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be sweet to me, baby by thebeautifulgame (crying2mitski)
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
17 Dec 2025
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“Of course I’m playing,” Shane retorts, any bite in it undermined by his lack of eye contact and the pink flush steadily blooming on his freckled cheeks, “why wouldn’t I?”
Ilya scoffs incredulously, lowers his voice so his words go undetected by the referee, “They let you start game, smelling like you need a knot.”
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- Part 1 of the first taste (hollanov stand-alones)
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tucked beneath my muscle memory was you by downtheroadandupthehill
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
28 Dec 2025
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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.
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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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Our Captain, Their Problem by Bruja_oscura
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
11 Dec 2025
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Ilya Rozanov has a "tiny car accident" (his words). Shane Hollander has a full-scale, system-shutdown panic attack about it. Meanwhile, a horrified Hayden is praying for someone to throw him in a lake and tell him that this is all just a big joke, or maybe for a meteor strike; he is really not picky. J.J., on the other hand, is trying to bleach the image of his sweet captain making out with Ilya fucking Rozanov from his brain.
It's a very normal day for the Montreal Canadiens.
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He nuzzles against the exposed skin of his neck, inhaling the scent that clings to his suit jacket collar. It’s perfect.
“...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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