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feral shane and his alpha ilya become mates. ilya can’t get enough of his scary, bloody omega.
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- Part 2 of NonTraditional OmegaVerse
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24 Jan 2026
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Ilya Rozanov thinks it's probably best to decline the invitation to the 2017 All-Star Game. It's not swaggering, knothead alpha male bullshit; it's a survival strategy. He doesn't think it'll end well for anyone if he's forced into playing an instinct-driven, blood-pumping sport like ice hockey with Shane Hollander right now, not when Hollander is probably going to bring his new girlfriend to Tampa for the weekend.
But it's Hollander. It's Shane. So of course Ilya doesn't decline the stupid invitation. And of course the game goes sideways.
That doesn't mean it doesn't end well.
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24 Jan 2026
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“Oh, so it’s going to be that kind of game tonight?” Hayden’s eyebrows were raised high, his lips twitching as pulled his shirt over his head.
Shane dragged his eyes up from his phone to give Hayden a blank look. “What?”
Hayden scoffed. “Like you don’t know.” He glanced meaningfully at the phone in Shane’s hand. “Did you think you were hiding it?”Or -
When Ilya goes down from a hit by one of the Montreal Metros, Shane falls into a feral protective rage - one with lasting consequences.Series
- Part 1 of Make a Man (Lose His Head)
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23 Jan 2026
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It wasn’t fair, because Shane didn’t even do it on purpose. His ignorance was a product of years of repression. They’ve been together for more than a decade, and they’ve fucked, fought, and everything in between — but somehow Shane was still oblivious to the warning signs of his heat. In the days before it came, Shane would pace about the house in a huff; sweat on his brow, gnawing on a candy bar, complaining about a headache, befuddled as to his own state of dysfunction.
He always smelled like absolute fucking sin too. It took all Ilya had not to drop to Shane’s feet, mouth open, tongue at the ready, and offer his enthusiastic services. Ilya tried to do so, early on in their relationship, but Shane kicked him away like he was a nosy terrier, tsked at and scolded for its eagerness to serve.
Finicky little omega. Ilya would die for him, truly.
(Or, the trials and tribulations of Shane Hollander's heat cycle).
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20 Jan 2026
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Freckles.
From cheek to cheek, right over the bridge of a very tiny button nose.
He knows these freckles. Knows them better than he knows the backs of his own hands, probably.
Which, really, combined with the basket and the blanket and the fact that this happens at least once a season to someone in the league, Ilya’s heart races, then settles as he holds the baby close.
“Well, hello there, my little one.”
AKA wish baby fic
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20 Jan 2026