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Jake shouldn’t have been born an omega. He has big hands, big feet, big… well, everything. He’s nothing like the sweet and dainty omegas he sometimes sees in the street, usually in the company of men who carry with them the alluring smell of alpha everywhere they go. Each time this happens, Jake has to cross the road.
He’s given up on the idea of ever being like those omegas. By the time he turned twenty, he realized he could never catch an alpha’s eye. Now that he’s twenty-eight, even the silly dreams he used to entertain as a young omega – that somehow, an alpha who’d like someone like him, who’d want him to carry his puppies, existed in the world – have faded from his mind.
Until he catches a scent that makes him dizzy. During a bar brawl. From which he staggers out, bloody, adrenaline pumping in his veins. -
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The king needs an heir. Ciel is the advisor’s son who gets ordered to give him one.
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Is this what Hope smells like by Nituaii
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
19 Jul 2026
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They pulled in a man, bound by his wrists and throat, the lower half of his face hidden beneath a metal muzzle. He walked with a limp, weighed down by the chains on his body and stumbled as the guards pulled at the chains viciously, just barely able to keep himself upright.
It took a moment for the scent to fill the room.
Or: Rebel Leader Ilya gets captured and presented to the Crown Prince of the Empire, Shane. By logic, they should hate each other. Something's in the air that makes it hard to.
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- Part 8 of Hollanov Fics
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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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"So hopefully no one will ever see this video, and we'll just delete it after we win the gold medal with our world record performance and become American heroes or something. But if this mega-suppressant shot stops working... I might need some… alpha assistance."