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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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Lily: i am alive
Lily: hurt
Lily: but they gave me drugs it’s nice
Lily: i want you
Lily: my hands miss yours
or; ilya gets injured on the ice. shane can't handle it.
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The term, he’s told, is temporary retrograde amnesia. Ilya doesn’t need the direct translation to understand: he forgot things. Ten years of things.
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22 Jan 2026
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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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21 Jan 2026
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“But it was like—looking at a piece of art, you know? Like, just looking at someone and thinking, how do they even exist? That level of… awe, almost.”
Will thinks about Mike in the back of Argyle’s van. About the jut of his cheekbone, the glimmer in his eye. The curve of his lips. Still, even through all that—hiding something. Just like Jonathan said. A beautiful mystery, wrapped up in one of the most complicated packages Will’s ever seen. “Yeah,” he murmurs, resting his chin in his palm. “Yeah, I get it.”
“Wheelers, huh?” Jonathan murmurs, with a slight smile. “Got some kinda spell over us, man.”
“God, tell me about it,” Will groans.
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mid-apocalypse, will comes out to his brother, then makes a move on mike. all in all, it goes better than expected.
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