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Rose volunteers for a nonprofit that rescues sex-trafficked omegas, and Shane thinks it's a great cause. He even attends their fundraising galas.
Then, one night, Rose calls to ask for a favor: She wants Shane to let a recently-rescued male omega live with him. In his apartment.
His name is Ilya, Rose explains, and the thing is, despite omega hormone levels, he acts and smells just like an alpha. He can't keep staying in an omega group home because he's scaring the other omegas and endangering the staff.
But he could live with Shane, Rose insists. "You're a big strong alpha hockey player, so he can't intimidate you physically. But also he needs to feel safe, which he can with you, because you're not like other alphas." She pauses. "You know?"
By which she means Shane has never had a full rut, his scent glands barely work, he can't form a knot, and he has no interest in sticking his dick in anyone. Which, whatever. It's fine.
But if being a failure as an alpha means he can help this omega, Ilya, who's apparently as much of a biological anomaly as Shane is…
Shane says yes.
And maybe it's a stupid decision. But he knows that it's also the right one.
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- English
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- 158,925
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- 24/?
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- 1
- AO3:
- #81447731
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After they reunite at the 2017 All Stars Game, Shane asked Ilya to spend his heat with him. It was almost certainly a bad idea, but that never stopped them before and it certainly won't start now.
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- English
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- AO3:
- #93114261
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By now, they've been hooking up for something like six years, and so surely, surely, Hollander is aware of the fact that Ilya is not an alpha in the ways that count.
(Or: Hollander does not know. He finds out when Ilya unexpectedly goes into heat, and everything that they had falls to shit.)
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- English
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- AO3:
- #80448246
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He doesn’t know how he ends up in the downstairs coat closet.
No memory exists of moving, of going down the staircase and shedding his ruined clothing until he’s only in his underwear, or opening the door and ripping all of Mama’s coats down to the floor. Vaguely, he recalls trembling in the cloud of her scent, stale and unhappy under the haze of old cigarettes.
What he remembers is flashes. Alexei, furious tears in his eyes, telling Papa he’d found Ilya. Papa, scowling down at him, snapping, “Ilya, get out of this closet right now.” One of Papa’s cop friends, saying, “Jesus, Grika, look at him. He’s in h—” and Papa replying coldly, “Not another word.”
Papa, kneeling in front of the closet, saying in an uncomfortable, painfully false, soft voice, “Synok, come out now. You cannot nest here.”
- Part 8 of all dwk heated rivalry fics
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- AO3:
- #78873656
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Shane Hollander is an alpha, and to the rest of the world, so is Ilya Rozanov.
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- English
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- 40,608
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- 11/11
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- 1
- AO3:
- #75427446
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As soon as the door shuts behind Shane, Ilya is on him like a leech.
- Part 1 of hr rare kink buffet fills
- Part 2 of all dwk heated rivalry fics
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- English
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- AO3:
- #77954201
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”Rozanov looks good in Russia, sure, but here? I don’t know if he’ll hold up.”
Shane wasn’t supposed to be listening. At sixteen, a decade into competition hockey, this was his first time at the Saskatchewan arena and he’d taken the wrong turn in the long, echoing corridors. The conference room door was shut, but there was a crack at the bottom and the words spilled out into the hallway, bouncing off the cheap vinyl tiles. He tried to breathe quietly, desperate for news about his opponent. There was only one other player near Shane’s level, and he’d come all the way from Russia.
“The rumors—”
The voice trailed off. Someone cleared their throat.
Heart beating double-time, Shane felt for his scent blockers. One firm cuff around each wrist, pads on either side of his neck. The underwear everyone wore, basic manners. Too many alphas in a small enough space could—had—led to fights in the locker room. Always, Shane had to set a good example. Had to be better, so he could play.
“I don’t believe it.” A chair creaked. “No fuckin’ omega plays like Rozanov.”
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- English
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- Chapters:
- 8/8
- Files:
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- AO3:
- #76609401