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Wyatt was not, like, nosy. For sure, he was interested. He was curious. He engaged with people, obviously, because most people were interesting and engaging and had cool thoughts and said neat stuff if you asked.
So, no. Wyatt wasn’t nosy, but he wasn’t stupid, either.
Or: A Bromance Blooms In Ottawa
Or: The Ballad of Wyatt and Ilya- Language:
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13 May 2026
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mutual instincts by downtheroadandupthehill
Fandom Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
07 May 2026
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fresh bruises we learned patterns to by downtheroadandupthehill
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06 May 2026
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The first time they’d done this, in Ilya’s bed, Shane had been mystified at Rozanov’s insistence that he not enter the nest without Shane’s permission. Now, Shane feels something akin to smugness flexing its claws in his chest. A primal satisfaction at the rightness that he is the one with the power - at present, if not for much longer - alpha just outside the nest and at his mercy.
Like Shane will only yield for someone who has earned it. He can draw out Ilya’s suffering just a little longer, make him earn it.
Shane rakes his gaze over the delicious chest and bicep muscles bunching above the edge of the nest. “Waiting for something, Rozanov?”
“Are you going to let me into your nest, omega?” His pronunciation of the endearment is more Russian than English, accent thickening around the syllables.
“Depends. You gonna give me your knot?”
“Hm, does not sound like begging yet to me.”
Some months after Shane recovers from rejection sickness in Ilya's bed, they share their heat/rut together at the cottage, both clinging to the delusion it's still casual.
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12 May 2026
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He’s curled up in a hospital bed, one of the wide ones, for nesting. The metal rails on either side are helping to keep the pillows and blankets in a vaguely nest shape.
It scents a lot like another Omega, somehow familiar, but not Shane. David most likely, since Shane does not look in any fit state to build a nest. But Ilya’s brain dismisses the scent of another Omega. Not a threat; doesn’t matter.
Ilya strips his shirt and ditches it in the same moment as he works his shoes off by stepping on the heels. He drops his sweatpants too. He hears Yuna growl. He really doesn’t care.
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09 May 2026
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It started out fine.
A visiting SAS captain would be joining them for a few weeks, and it was nothing short of normal, nothing other than perfectly fine. The captain knew Simon, though – knew him before he was Ghost, knew him when they were both FNGs and had no idea how to tie their boots properly let alone specialize in anything like they did today. He’d walked up to Simon and clapped him on the shoulder, somehow looming tall over the lieutenant, and flashed a dimpled grin.
Johnny locked eyes with the captain. He was met with something irritated looking back at him, the captain’s eyes running over him from top to bottom before back up, narrowing again as they made eye contact. Soap watched as the captain settled a hand on Ghost’s back — low, far lower than could be seen as casual. He looked back at Soap with a victorious look in his eye, raising an eyebrow at the sergeant in a challenge before whispering something to Simon as they took their leave, his hand still settled deep on Ghost’s back.
No, this wasn’t fine at all.
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08 May 2026