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    Albus and Scorpius are fated for each other, but fate has many twists and turns.

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    “Uh,” he says, looking up from his screen and feeling his ears go hot, realizing for the first time that this habit of his hasn’t actually come up before until this exact moment.

    “What?” Rozanov asks, sounding more amused than anything else. “You are one of the people who does Instagram for food now?”

    “No,” Shane says, stalling between answering and finishing his Snap so he can send it to Melissa, “one sec.” He finishes typing out 'Tuna melt. Chips. Pickles. It smells really good. Swiss cheese, I think.' before he looks back to Rozanov, putting his phone facedown on the coffee table. “Just sending it to someone on the staff. She likes knowing what I’m eating.”

    He doesn’t know if Melissa likes knowing what he’s eating, per se, but she also seems pleased when he talks about enjoying food for things beyond how many grams of protein it has in it.

    “Ah,” Rozanov says, in a tone Shane can’t quite read. “You always send her your food then, this girl?”

    (shane has a habit of sending his team's dietician his meals for approval) (the problem with this habit? he forgets to tell ilya exactly what it is that melissa does) (how the tuna meltdown is AVERTED through the power of miscommunication)

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    13 Jul 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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    11 Jul 2026

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    This deep in the heat he was mostly senseless, less Shane Hollander and more omega. It used to scare him, before he found Ilya, the loss of control. Now, he melted trustingly into the sheets, soothed by Ilya's promise and their mingling scents in the air.

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    Just a short pwp omegaverse.

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    11 Jul 2026

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    And so Shane steps into the Voyageurs' locker room, Luca on his heels, leaving the door open just a crack so Ilya and the others can hear what's going on.

    The room goes quiet immediately, all faces turning to Shane in shock.

    Hayden's the first to react, scrambling up from his stall, eyes wide. "Shane? What's going on?"

    "I just wanted to see if any of you were willing to talk? So quiet on the ice today. I thought you'd have things to say to me, all things considered." Shane sweeps his gaze over his former team, uses his disappointed-Captain-voice and feels a smidge of smugness when it clearly hits them as it always has. "So say them to my fucking face, not behind my back."

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    Shane needs to clear the air with the Montreal Voyageurs. Post-Book 6: The Long Game.

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    11 Jul 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 51

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    ilya fucks up.

    shane makes him regret it.

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