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  1. “Just for a while.” Shane breathed, his eyes unwavering and persistent. “I just - I just need a taste. I’ll be good, I promise.” He licked his lips and edged closer on his knees. “I’ve been waiting for you. Don’t I deserve a reward?” He’d never been one for propriety, but Ilya was quite sure that heat-drunk omegas who barged their way into homes and scandalized staff didn’t merit praise. But he’d never been one to deny Shane anything, so he relented anyway. -- Or: Shane goes into heat a month before the wedding and throws propriety out the window.

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  2. Ilya's always been so controlled with his scent. It only ever slips free in moments of heightened emotions on the rink or tangled in his sheets. Shane feels it begin to curl around him now where he sits in Ilya’s lap, his arms wrapped snug around the man's broad shoulders. Shane gently cups Ilya’s head and brings it to his neck, exhaling shakily as the Alpha nuzzles against his skin. “Ilya, let go,” Shane tilts his head back, “Let go…Alpha.” -- An abo retelling of the Tampa Bay hotel room scene after the All Stars game.

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  3. Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov both need one thing to live their dreams of playing for the NHL: a mating bite. Shane's an omega, and the League doesn't allow unmated omegas to play hockey. Ilya's a Russian alpha, who needs a mate to get a U.S. visa. Their slightly harebrained solution? Bite each other, and let the unfinished bond fade. After five years of stupid texts, awkward heat-care packages, and dancing around their feelings, the bond still hasn't faded and ignoring it has become impossible—something's got to give. -- Contains spoilers for those who have only watched the show, and for The Long Game. A/B/O AU that very loosely follows canon. Happy ending!

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  4. “When did you start feeling like this?” she asks. “It started in Detroit in December, last year.” “Do anything out of the ordinary then?” “No, I do not—” he comes to a complete stop, and Ash walks ahead of him for a few steps before turning. “What? What is it?” The picture swirls in front of him like vibrant water colours splashing on a canvas. Cliff beckons him over to where he and Victor are perched on their bikes, and Victor holds his phone out to him. The headline is clear: Is Rose Landry dating MLH star Shane Hollander? A pit forms in Ilya’s stomach, cramping uncomfortably as if carved with a rusted knife, and distantly he recalls feeling the same way back in December. There is no fucking way that’s been the problem. •— or, hot off the press from my tl after episode 4: ‘ilya is the first alpha to go through rejection sickness’

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  5. "Shane?" He goes for the hand on the shoulder. Shane's skin is blazing against his own clammy palm. With a whimper, Shane says, "Alpha?" "No—not alpha." Fuck, that's what he should do. "It's Hayden, Shane. Do you have an alpha I can call for you?" Or Hayden Pike finds Shane at the beginning of his heat and has to call Lily for help.

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  6. The look in Ilya’s eyes was undeniable. They had spent years dancing around each other, denying and pushing and turning away, but Shane was tired of it. He was tired of hiding, tired of pretending he only wanted Ilya in the dark, in hotel rooms and rushed nights and stolen moments. Maybe it was the heat talking, or maybe it was his exhausted heart giving way under the pressure of Ilya’s warm eyes. Shane invites Ilya to the cottage to share his first heat together, and repressed feelings bubble to the surface. Can be read as a standalone!

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  7. Shane Hollander has built his life on control — of his body, his instincts, his silence. As a secret omega in a league that still punishes vulnerability, secrecy is survival. Loving Ilya Rosanov has always been the one thing he’s never learned how to do safely. When a brutal on-ice collision during a rivalry game leaves Shane fighting for his life, the careful balance holding his world together begins to fracture. Under stadium lights and thousands of watching eyes — including his parents — pain, fear, and unspoken love collide. And Ilya, furious and terrified, is forced to stand helplessly close while the truth remains buried. Some things break loudly. Some break quietly. And some are never said at all. Or, one brutal hit forces Shane to stop hiding and start feeling.

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  8. “Don’t get mixed up with doe eyed omegas Ilya, they bring nothing but trouble, ” the ghost of his father whispers and Ilya flattens himself to the door and feels his jaw twitch. His mother had been a beta, kind and warm, but in contrast Shane burns like the sun and sometimes Ilya wonders if he is simply incapable of taking the intensity, if he is destined for the cold. For years he had tried to keep the distance between them healthy, not risk the lingering aftereffects of too long in his presence but when Shane had hit the ice, Ilya had felt something inside him freeze, something he felt would never thaw if Shane did not come back to him. Not just come back either, come back to him. All his life, Ilya has been pushed to want but only the right things and his heart cannot take the strain of his mind trying to bludgeon it into submission any longer, cannot take hit after hit like stick to puck demanding he should not and cannot desire Shane that way. Cowards tell the truth wrapped in lies and it felt like lies if Shane could not understand a damn word he had said. OR: things go differently after Shane's accident.

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  9. Shane is only days away from his heat when he finds a strange, hurt Alpha on his property. He feels inexplicably drawn to him, but he needs to think about his hockey career, not a mate.

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  10. There was no other way— Shane was determined that everything would be perfect and that things would just fall into place. Everything was already labeled, bottles were washed, clothes were washed and hung up in the closet, and he had even sorted them by size. It was safe to say, Shane had this under control. Well that was until he had realized he neglected one little thing— his own nest.

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  11. Shane has a secret, and the least Ilya can do is help him keep it.

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  12. and i could be, part of your world shane watches ilya swim, hair soaking wet, he's dripping. next thing you know, shane's soaking wet too.

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  13. Plagued with the issues of his family past and present, Ilya Rozanov finds himself in the media's eyes for all the wrong reasons recently with no end in sight. When the team decides enough is enough with the drinking and whoring, Ilya is suddenly faced with a new issue to tackle—team omega Shane Hollander. Shane is up for the task of getting the Russian alpha under control for the season, but are they both up for the unexpected heated connection between them that follows?

    Note: Does contain spoilers for books 2 and 6 of the Game Changers series (Shane & Ilya's stories)

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  14. January, 2016 Ilya orders two burgers and fries for them to share. There is a can of ginger ale, which Shane takes gladly, and, there is also coleslaw salad, which Ilya insisted he got for himself, but Shane caves in and takes a forkful of it too, and, there is an ice cream sandwich, and, Shane doesn’t even like sweet things, but he bites into it as well under Ilya’s amused gaze. “What?” Shane mumbles, his mouth full. Ilya shakes his head. He looks so peaceful and truly calm, which is why Shane doesn’t expect him to open his mouth and say: “You truly are going in heat” so casually. Or, how Shane and Ilya make a baby (prequel to ‘Ice Baby’). January, 2016 Shane is boiling. And not because of the weather, but that one is pretty close. The heat is unbelievable. The weather in Los Angeles is normally pretty mild in January, but this year it turned out to be unnaturally hot, and because they were so far out in the desert, the temperatures felt almost ten times worse. It does not help that Shane feels feverish. He woke up sweaty and flushed this morning, despite the cool nighttime air he let through the open balcony doors (he doesn’t turn on the AC because he thinks it is not good for him), but now, his skin feels rigid and dry, and, no matter how much water he keeps drinking, he cannot quench down the thirst rising in his body. He spent the first half of the day wandering around in a strange haze, but, he feels calmer now, away from the nauseating scents and the constant presence of the other people surrounding him. He cannot however hide away from the sun. Even, in the shade of the umbrella and palm trees, it feels over a hundred degrees. It is past lunchtime, and most of the players of this year’s All-Star Game are back at their rooms or spending time with their families in the hotel, while Shane is one of the few, who stayed out, an unread book lying open on his chest, cover up, as he considers his options. He technically still has time to go back to his room and take a nap before this evening’s charity dinner. He is not particularly tired, but it would be wise to gather his strength after a restless night. He can also stay out and read, taking advantage of the pool, while it’s empty. Shane has a small hot tub back at his villa, but the pool is deeper and wider and Shane would love to use it to his advantage. It is so rare to carve out small moments for himself, that Shane wants to enjoy them to the fullest while he can. The mid-afternoon sun is cruel. January heat is unforgiving, and Shane sort of hopes that the promised rain, which is supposed to break out later in the day, will ease the heaviness in the air. He sinks into the sun-bed, his sunglasses perched low on his nose, then picks up the paperback and tries to focus on the words in front of him. The pool, with its smooth, crystal-like waters is calling to him. Shane sighs, giving up on reading after ten minutes, and steps towards the swimming pool. Tension lifts off his chest when he lets his feet soak in the cool water. Shane is alone, so he takes his time, entering the pool, his body relaxing under the clear surface. Swimming never failed to calm his racing mind and now it also manages to soothe the unsettling anxiety underneath his skin. Shane dives in, headfirst, and he is not thinking about anything other than the water smothering his body like a blanket. His head is completely blank which is perhaps why the arms tightening around his waist make him gasp out in surprise, and rise in panic above the surface, gulping for air. “What the fuck-!” “Found you,” a gleeful voice chirps beside his ear. Shane wants to trash out, but his movements are slow and all he manages is the fiery scowl over his shoulder, and turn round to stare at the familiar face. “We are in public!” “No one is here,” the man shrugs, but he does let go of Shane’s waist and swims to the opposite side of the pool, not even trying to look guilty after noticing the frown twisting Shane’s face. “Had to make sure you were not planning on drowning yourself.” “I know how to swim, Rozanov,” Shane huffs, “and it is now that deep in here.” The Russian gives him a playful look across the pool. Shane’s skin tingles where Ilya’s hands touched him just a moment ago, and he pushes away a longing thought, that he wants to feel the alpha’s arms wrap around him again. Rozanov takes long leisurely strokes across the pool, and Shane tries not to stare at the bulge of his muscles or at the tanned skin, glistening under the Californian sun. Los Angeles has been good to Ilya. It makes his hair curlier, and his face flushed and warm from all the tanning, and he smiles more, his teeth sharp and white against his darkened skin. Shane likes the look of eternal summer on him, and it is not good for either his heart, nor his poorly concealed desire. “I thought you wanted to swim,” Rozanov’s annoyed voice shakes Shane out of his lingering. “Come on, Hollander. Entertain me.” Shane looks around. He is worried. A part of him knows that Ilya is right, they are alone, but the idea that someone could come in, and see the two of them together, nudges him uncomfortably.

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  15. Ilya and Shane's son was born two weeks ago and finally, after a long recovery- much longer than it should have been- they're finally out of the hospital. Shane went through hell to bring their little Alexi here but he's finally feeling more like himself, back in the safety of the home he and his alpha have made together. But is Ilya recovering too? Or is he hiding a deeper pain than even Shane can imagine.

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  16. Shane and Ilya have a plan, it's perfect. Ilya is going to be a free agent soon, they’ll both play in Canada, and finally, finally be together. Ilya will be only two hours away, Shane’s parents are there for them, and everything is perfectly placed. The two pink lines are fucking those plans up.

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  17. Shane has always been a soft Alpha, but all the years he spent sleeping with Ilya, a dominant Alpha, unknowingly caused his body to change, turning him into an Omega. He doesn’t know how to feel about it; he doesn’t mind, but surely Ilya won’t want to be with an Omega when all he’s ever been with are Alphas. Or, Shane is now an Omega and hides it because he’s worried Ilya won’t want him anymore, but what he doesn’t know is that Ilya loves him for him, and it’s not going to change anything. It had been a month since Shane last saw Ilya, and then he started noticing small changes in his body. He didn’t think too much of it at the time, but it was strange. He had started smelling sweeter, and the scent of his Alpha teammates had become more noticeable—not repulsive, but stronger, and at times overwhelming. Sure, that never happened before, but he had been stressed lately; more so because he seemed to have been missing Ilya more than normal. Anyway, nothing new didn’t happen for a long time, at least until last week when his stomach started cramping out of the blue in the most achingly painful way imaginable. He knew then it was time to see his doctor, but he had forgotten to make an appointment, and when he remembered, he needed to wait another two weeks due to unavailability. It was fine; he could wait. The pain wasn’t persistent; it came and went, and somehow always made him feel the need for sex. He tried to convince himself he was probably just going into a Rut, but it never came in hot flashes, and pain that caused him to double over. It wasn’t when his teammates joked about how he’d been sweating all over the place despite spending time on ice, and how flushed he’d gotten in the face like an Omega in Heat, did Shane realized something was definitely wrong, and barged into his doctor’s office, desperately in need of answers. They did several tests, and then it was confirmed: Shane Hollander, an Alpha by birth, was now transitioning into an Omega. The change in his scent, the sweating, the pain, and the harrowing need to see Ilya, an Alpha, his Alpha, he was preparing to go into his first Heat. It was safe to say, he didn’t take the news well. How could this have been possible? He had never heard of an Alpha turning into an Omega. It made no sense. To his doctor, it made perfect sense. There was only one way an Alpha could’ve turned into an Omega; it was rare but not unheard of. Shane might’ve been an Alpha, but he was a soft Alpha—it was no secret to anyone, and it was why he got along with almost everyone. However, if he was sleeping with a dominant Alpha, over time, his body would change to accommodate said Alpha. This was just his body's way of saying he wanted Ilya to be his Alpha, his mate. He should feel happy. They could be together; truly be together. Ilya could mark him permanently—he had always hoped for it, but Alphas couldn’t mark each other; it just wouldn’t stay. But… Ilya favored Alphas over Omegas; it was why he liked Shane so much. Surely, now there wouldn’t be a reason for him to stay; surely he would leave. Shane didn’t know how to feel about it; it was best to keep this a secret. ___________________ It had been a month of minor inconvenience, avoiding going to practice, and completely ignoring all of Ilya’s calls and texts, afraid the Alpha would know and reject him, before Shane’s first Heat finally arrived. It took reasonably longer since he was transitioning from an Alpha to an Omega, but it still took him by surprise when he woke up this morning, burning up, caked in sweat, and with a deep, penetrating ache in his stomach and lower back that made him slumped back into bed, panting and crying into the sheets for the Alpha he had been so desperately trying to avoid for the past month. The whole room smelt like an Omega; it was all-consuming and stifling, and drenched in darkness except for the yellow night lamp in the corner. Shane gasped and whimpered when a sudden, painful flare pierced through his lower stomach and all the way to his cock. It had been ten hours since this god-awful Heat started. It was already night, he was naked, trying to ride it out as best as he could, but he couldn’t do this anymore. He was dying—surely. How would he survive another three days of this? He had jerked himself off at least four times, but it wasn’t enough. He needed an Alpha’s knot; he needed Ilya, and regretted not telling the other man. Maybe Ilya wouldn’t have rejected him on the spot if he begged the Alpha to stay. The bed had long been soaked with his slick, something his body never produced before. He had tried touching himself there, but it wasn’t enough—nothing was ever enough! Maybe— “Fuck,” he whined the second he gripped his aching, stiff, and leaking cock in his hand. It was too much—the sensation nearly blinded him, but not in comfort, but hellbent pain. “Ilya. Ilya… I can’t—” “Shane?! Open the door.” That voice, followed by a loud, thundering knock on the bedroom door. It was Ilya. How did the Alpha find him? And how the fuck did he get into the house? There was no one home. Shane’s mind cleared just enough for him to start panicking again. What would Ilya say once he found out that Shane had turned into an Omega? He didn’t think he could handle a rejection, not now—not ever. No. He needed to get out of there. But where would he go? He couldn’t move three feet without falling over in pain. Shane gasped, his fingers squeezing, twisting into the sheets as he struggled to lift himself off the bed, and was unable to do so. “Hollander!” Ilya yelled, his voice deep and thundering. “Open the fucking door before I break it down! Now!” Ilya sounded very much like an angry Alpha. Why was he angry? Did Shane do something to anger him? He whimpered at the thought; tears suddenly clouded his eyes. He didn’t… oh, right. He had been avoiding Ilya. But why was he being so demanding?

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  18. Shane Hollander's heat came unexpectedly early. He begs Ilya to come and help him. Ilya does. The game that fateful day was a special dynamic one. Shane Hollander had his mind focused on one thing - winning. Well, maybe not only that. Because the presence of Ilya Rozanov was like a heavy bag on his shoulders, pressing him down and making it harder to focus. Every time they crossed paths on the ice, the heavy scent of the Russian man filled his nostrils, making him slip up with his game. "Focus, Hollander!" yelled his teammate, right when Shane's gaze locked on Ilya's back. He shook his head, trying to shake off the uncontrollable need to be close to the man on whose cock he had been stretched so many times. But the game was a more pressing matter now, and he needed to act like it. So he tried his best. His team was on a good path to victory, and he himself managed to score two goals in the three periods - even though his mind was in a completely different place. But then, he felt it. That hot chill, sweat pouring across his face, his stomach twisting - his heat was coming in a very short timeline, much quicker than it should be. He knew it shouldn't be happening. Just before the game, he checked his app for tracking his cycle, and it was supposed to come in three days, not today. Not now. That was enough to make him absolutely terrible, giving Boston a great opportunity to get an upper hand over them. Their rivals managed to win, with two more goals scored, the game ending and sealing Montreal's unfortunate fate. "What the fuck was that, man?! Why were you so distracted, for God's sake?!" His team was furious with him, but he couldn't afford to stay and argue with them. He knew he didn't have a lot of time, so he changed as fast as he could, and basically flew out of that locker room, rushing to get to his hotel room. When Shane managed to finally open the door with his shaky hands, he collapsed on the floor, his legs weak from the overwhelming feeling. He wanted to crawl out of his skin - he was that hot. He quickly tore off his clothes, leaving them scattered across the room's floor. Shane barely had the strength to crawl into his bed, but when he did, he collapsed on the soft hotel sheets, sighing with somewhat of a relief. He still very much felt like shit, like he was about to melt from the heat that surrounded him. If it stayed like this, he would manage it alone. But he knew his body too well - more was coming, and it would come in the most unexpected moment, making him so desperate to feel something inside him that he would do something he normally wouldn't - he's going to beg that motherfucker. Shane knew he should destroy his phone before he reached that state, because then, any restraint and shame would leave him, and he would indeed beg Rozanov to come and fuck him into oblivion. But he didn't have more time to debate on it, because the overwhelming feeling had come. He moaned, his ass arching in the air without his consent, his legs spreading, his instincts screaming for a knot. His hand reached for his phone, and he did what he shouldn't. Jane: 708. Now. Please. He wrote and collapsed on the sheets again. He shifted, turning on his back, his hand reaching for the aching hole that was now leaking slick like crazy. As soon as he touched it, his mouth opened, and a loud moan escaped his lips. His legs parted as far as possible to ease himhis access for pleasure that he needed so much at that moment. "Fuuuck... Rozanov, please..." Shane begged, his finger slipping inside, slowly stretching himself for what was hopefully going to come. He knew he'd need that stretching, his mind going back a few months when he last saw the massive cock of the Russian man. He wanted that nine inches like a lifeline, desperate for the feeling of being completely full with the warm cock, for the part when it swells even more, and seals them together. But Rozanov never gave him that satisfaction unfortunately, because, as he put it, 'I don't want to knock you up, Hollander'. But now, Shane wanted nothing more than exactly that. He wanted his belly to swell with the pup of his rival, to be caressed and cared for by the usually nonchalant man, to be loved. But, oh, his dreams were impossible, and he knew it. Shane added another finger, trying to reach where only Ilya could, and groaned with frustration when he failed. He arched his back, fucking himself with his fingers, trying to imagine Rozanov being the one on top of him, pressing him to the mattress, making him come one time after another. "Fuck, Ilya!" he cried out, not even noticing that he had used the name of the man. He was too deep in his fantasy to register the real Ilya walking through the door, closing it, and making sure it was locked. "Oh, fuck, fuck me harder, please! Rozanov, fuuck!" Rozanov rested his back on the door, enjoying the sight in front of him. As soon as he relaxed, smirking satisfied, the sweet smell hit him, making his nonchalant posture crumble, as his instincts screamed to go and put his knot in the omega on the bed. But he managed to contain himself, instead undressing, while Shane was still in his own fantasy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... AHH, Rozanov!" Shane screamed out, as his cock shot out a thick stream of cum on his stomach, his arch deepening, his other hand curling deeply with the sheets. "I must say I enjoy show, Hollander," Ilya finally spoke up, revealing himself to Shane, who got scared so much that he almost jumped off the bed. "Oh, do not be shy now. You put me a great show, really." "Fuck, Rozanov!" Shane cursed, his face getting even redder than before from his heat. "Couldn't you announce yourself louder when you walked through the door? Must you be such an asshole?!" he complained, sitting up and covering his dick with his hands.

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    Ilya’s eyebrows rose at that, “Oh, my little omega, aren’t you supposed to be good for me?” He lowered to his elbows, licking his way down Shane’s chest, before hooking his fingers gently in the fabric of his underwear, “Don’t you want to be good for me, sweetheart?” Shane’s heart, his body, was fracturing. He was splitting into a million pieces every place Ilya’s tongue, hands, and breath touched him. He was falling, falling, falling; he felt like a powder keg. “Look at me, moya zhizn'.” And with that, he burst into flames. OR... Shane loses his suppressants and what can he do except call Rozy !

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  20. Two certainties defined Shane Hollander's life: he was falling in love with Ilya Rozanov, and he was keeping a career-ending secret. When Ilya discovers Shane's suppressants on the heels of seeing Shane injured during a game, fear makes them say things they both regret. Nine months later at the All-Star Game, accidentally running into Ilya in the hotel elevator triggers a breakthrough heat—forcing the two idiots to finally talk (and fuck). -- Contains spoilers for those who have only watched the show, and for The Long Game. A/B/O AU that diverges from canon right after Shane is injured in Chapter 21 (and episode 5) of Heated Rivalry. Happy ending!

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