Just the most self indulgent fic idea, cause thats fics are, after all. (Bear with my english, if it feels/reads off, my brain isnt exactly englishing well this week, so I apologize)
Omegaverse.
Everyone knows and claims that omega dont become pro players, and surely not alternate captains, they stay at home, or in the stands, cheering for their alpha, get shown off like trophies, the work.
Except hes not really passing as an omega, built like a tank, hitting like one too, taller than his own very much alpha captain. So yeah, no one in the right mind would think Cliff Marleau was an omega, and he would die before admitting it.
If it came out he would lose everything, his team, his friends, hockey. Every fucking thing he worked so hard for.
Until, during a game, or perhaps a charity event/dinner, the scent blockers fails, suppressants fail, everything fails so absurdly spectacularly he tries to hide away in a bathroom, away from other players, even away from Ilya.
Enter the one Alpha who punched him on the face 2 weeks ago. Hayden Pike.
