MischiefBaby



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    Shane sees an Instagram Reel on JJ's phone of Ilya and his women in every city. It sends him into a spiral that only Ilya can get him out of.

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    A tiny bit AU where Tuna Melt Day doesn't end in a disaster and things go a little differently from there.

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    “I want. I fucking want. Please don’t stop.” Shane begged, brushing a hand up the back of Ilya’s head. He caught hold of Ilya’s curls and tugged softly. Ilya moaned. “I just need…”

    “Tell me, baby. Let me give you what you need.” The words were laced with Ilya’s plea. “Let me take care of my baby. Tell me.”

    “Can I have the control now? Let me own you tonight the way you own me.”

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    25 May 2026

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    Shane is in a post-game interview when his world stops.

    He’s just answered a question about Montreal’s offensive strategy going into the game. Clean passes, avoid penalties, draw defenders wide. It had worked and the Voyagers had beat Colorado soundly, 4-1. Shane had scored two of the goals and assisted on a third.

    Usually, Shane would be eager to boast about the win to Ilya. But ever since their fight- since Ilya told Shane to leave- winning feels hollow. Losing feels better, somehow. As if Shane deserves to lose after being so selfish. Ilya gave up everything for him- his home, his team, and to some extent- his happiness. Hockey. Ilya gave up hockey- good hockey- for Shane.

    A ripple goes through the room of reporters. Shane swears he hears the word ‘Ottawa’ and ‘crash’. But no one is paying attention to him anymore.

    “What’s going on?” he asks into the microphone, feeling strange at the role reversal. Usually, he’s the one being asked questions.

    No one answers. And this time he knows that he hears the word ‘Ottawa’ and ‘Centaurs’.

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    Shane rushes to Ilya after the almost plane crash. Their secret is no longer a secret.

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    11 Jun 2026

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    Shane Hollander agrees to an arranged marriage because refusing could start a war. He expected a transactional relationship, minimal emotional involvement, and maybe some occasional awkward small talk.

    Instead he gets a six-foot-three stupidly attractive Russian alpha who is apparently determined to follow Shane around campus like an overprotective guard dog.

    meanwhile Ilya Rozanov was fully prepared for a spoiled, haughty omega.

    But Shane was earnest, stole his cloths, cried over his gunshot wound, and called him mine in front of his father.

    Now Ilya’s a little obsessed.

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    Grad student Shane starts working the late night shift at a 24 hr convenience store... smack in the middle of Russian mob territory. Ilya notices him.

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    07 Jun 2026

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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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