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    "And they, well. They brought in an omega specialist?”

    “Specialist?” Ilya asked, his tone wary. The word sounded uncomfortable in his mouth, so Shane tried to fill in the gaps.

    “A doctor. For omegas.”

    That threw Rozanov off for a second. “But you are not omega?”

    Shane scrunched up his face, creasing the skin on his forehead and around his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he dropped the first of his two bombs. “No, Rozanov. I am. I’m an omega.”

    He heard the Russian hum on the other side, considering this. “Makes sense. Is why you are so pretty. And why you have such nice ass.”

    Shane’s ears burned. “Shut up, stop talking about my ass.”

    “But I can still talk about how pretty you are, yes?”

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    hellooooooo i am back and i am writing the alpha/omega fanfic of my dreams!!! do not wake me im exactly where i wanna be!!! aka a fuck or die where shane is on suppressants for far too long and calls ilya for help with his terrible horrible awful no good impending heat - but the circumstances and the yearning are magnified by like a billion times <3 yay!

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    13 Apr 2026

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    “Listen, I know the sweater is ugly, but it’s rude to stare,” Shane said peevishly. He was overstimulated and wanted to go home, the last thing he needed was some dickhead staring at him.
    Ilya took a long drag of his cigarette, eyes still not leaving Shane.
    “Maybe staring is not bad thing,” Ilya said. “Maybe I stare because you are very pretty.”
    Shane floundered before he could form real words. “Well. That’s stupid.”
    “The staring? Or you being very pretty?”

    Or: A meet-ugly turned friends with benefits frat boy college au. Shane is convinced he’s nothing more than just another hookup on Ilya’s extensive roster. Ilya’s spent his whole summer plotting on how best to lock Shane down. Misunderstandings, emotional constipation, and terrible communication skills have nothing on Ilya Rozanov's persistence when it comes to getting his man.

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    08 Feb 2026

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    “Alexei, I fucking told you to never call me again, you fucking piece of—”

    “Am I speaking with Ilya Grigorievich Rozanov?”

    Ilya went silent immediately. That was not his brother’s voice. Nor was it Katia’s, his sister-in-law. It was an aristocratic, cold voice. He went completely still.

    “Yes.”

    “I’m calling from the Child Services Department, Ilya Grigorievich,” the woman continued, and Ilya frowned deeply. “Your brother Alexei Rozanov and his wife died yesterday in a car accident.”

    Twice in his life, Ilya had felt like this. The ice around his heart melted just enough for the numbness to vanish and give way to a sharp, stinging pain. It lasted only two seconds before he managed to compose himself. He didn’t want to feel anything for Alexei, so even if Katia’s death carried a trace of sadness—she was a mess, but she always tried to smile at him and cook warm meals for him when he visited Russia—, he dismissed the feeling entirely.

    “So what?”

    “You are the only living family member of their daughter. Your brother named you as her legal guardian, Ilya Grigorievich.”

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    08 Feb 2026

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    “Game is over,” he says. “You won. I lost. I was annoying. Normal.”

    “That’s not—” Shane starts, then stops, because he actually doesn't know how to finish that thought without sounding like an idiot. His jaw works, teeth grinding together.

    That's not what I meant. That's not the point. You said I was boring and you were right and I need you to say it again so I know where I stand, so I know what you think of me, so I can stop waiting for the other shoe to drop.

    He settles for: “You were kind of an asshole.”

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    05 Feb 2026

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    Shane let out a put-upon sigh and stepped into Dr. Terry's office, closing the door behind him. “So, I was really nauseous this morning. Threw up a little. And Ilya is making me come talk to you about it.”

    Terry quirked an eyebrow at him. “Husband Ilya or Captain Rozanov?”

    “Both.”

    “Oof.” Terry gestured at him to take a seat. “You sure you’re not dying, bud?"

    (formerly titled: at the top of the mohs scale)

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