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  1. An A/B/O secret nesting fic. The 5 times Shane steals clothes from Ilya and the 1 time he gets caught, plus his reaction. Inspired by the staircase scene where Shane is holding onto Ilya's hoodie :)

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  2. When Ilya misses a shot he should have made, he stays back after the loss and punishes himself for it. Shane sees him from miles away and shows up to take the edge off.

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  3. “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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  4. 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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  5. 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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  6. “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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  7. "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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  8. Shane fled the ice. Maybe he had just imagined– As he stumbled down the tunnel, he wedged a hand into his skin tight hockey gear, gathered some of the wetness and brought it to his nose. The scent was obvious: his heat had started.

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  9. 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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  10. 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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  11. “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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  12. Shane didn’t tell his parents until the lease was already signed. “Oh, by the way,” he said, shoving a spearing of carbonara into his mouth, “the guy I’m rooming with is an alpha.” Yuna was scrolling through Facebook, so it took a moment for her to register what Shane had said. His father, however, furrowed his brows and frowned. “What?” David leaned forward, hand reaching toward his son as if to pull him off a cliff. “Why in the world would you room with an alpha?” Yuna’s eyes darted up. “What?” David repeated, “He just said he’s—” “Rooming with an alpha, yes, I heard.” Yuna unceremoniously dropped her phone on the table. She made a quick scan of the restaurant before speaking, as if worried someone would overhear that her unmated omega son had agreed to live alone with an alpha. Shane loved his parents, he did. He loved having an alpha mother and a beta father, and he knew they adored him back. But it didn’t change the fact that they sometimes let their biases seep through. “That’s not safe, Shane.” ///// Shane meets his scent-kryptonite in the form of Ilya Rozanov.

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

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  15. 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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  16. 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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  17. 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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  18. 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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  19. 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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  20. “What do you want, Hollander?” Ilya gasps out, surprised he’s capable of even formulating a simple thought, “Tell coach what you want.” He’s the older one, the mature one, the one with all the power. The least he could do is ask Shane what he wants. Shane pauses his movements before looking up and meeting eyes with his coach. Brown eyes almost seem to sparkle with tears, mouth agape with soft little pants. He trembles slightly, overwhelmed by the question, as if he doesn't know what to say. Finally, he adjusts his knees on the cold, hard floor and lets go of the pulsing cock in his hand before leaning back slightly. Eyes shut closed, he takes a breath. “Fuck my throat, coach.” ___ Coach Ilya and his star player Shane have been sleeping with each other for a year.

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