very enamoured with the idea of ilya giving shane very simple commands (both in a sexual context and non) being a regular practice in their lives “say thank you” “kiss” “come here” “say my name” “look at me” “come sit on my lap” “tell me you love me” “show me” “turn around” “stay there” “open for me” “you can do more”
i feel like there’s a great au potential in there where ilya is shane’s older wealthy neighbor’s pool boy who is having an affair with the woman and shane is like lmao ok messyyy except then ilya starts hitting on him and shane’s like well. i am also possibly messy. and then they keep seeing each other and shane is like alright how does this work. do i give you money? and ilya gets really really upset and shane is like wait are you not fucking mrs. vanderhoef for money?? and ilya is like of COURSE i am fucking cynthia for money! i am not fucking YOU for money!!!
ilya pressing shane down onto the bed, rolling him onto his stomach and pulling down his underwear, whispering in his ear “i’m going to take advantage of you now. you can kick and scream and fight all u want but i don’t care. i’m going to take what i need from your body.” and shane shaking and trembling, shaking his head until ilya grabs his chin and forces him to nod. yeah…..
hollanov - omegaverse – alphas and omegas are paired based on compatibility.
Shane was a single omega who hated mating season.
Every year, omegas and alphas were paired up in a government-organized process designed to facilitate meetings between compatible individuals. The participants were registered in the system and evaluated based on a series of factors that determined a compatibility percentage between potential partners.
Shane had been participating in this process since he had presented. Because he had presented late, his registration in the system was relatively recent and hardly any of his matches ever made it past the first stage.
Officially, he had already been paired with two partners identified by the system as highly compatible: a guy named John, with 56% compatibility, and another named Phil, with 70%.
Neither attempt really progressed beyond the second phase.
Despite the percentages being considered good, Shane never managed to feel comfortable. There was a part of him—a more instinctive, obscure, and stubborn part—that simply wasn't interested in those people.
Were they simply... boring?
His inner omega didn't approve of those candidates, even though the numbers said the matches should work, that they would likely be good together; not perfect, obviously, but good.
But for him, it didn't work that way.
Over time, Shane accepted that perhaps the process simply wasn't for him. He had already given up and was prepared to spend another mating season alone when he received a new email notification.
A new match had been paired with him.
Shane opened the message without expecting much. It would likely be just another name, another percentage, and another failed attempt that would end up like all the others.
99% compatibility.
Shane stared at the message for a few seconds, almost in disbelief. Was this actually possible?
He emailed the platform's support team, almost certain there had to be a mistake, yet within two hours, he received confirmation. The system congratulated him on the highest compatibility match recorded in the last twenty years.
Right.
Shane took a deep breath, his hands trembling with nervousness as he held his phone; the bold text seemed almost painful to look at.
This would be the last time.
If it didn't work out this time, he would give up and pretend the whole thing had been a collective delusion.
It was fine. He would just go there and come back. Nothing would actually happen (or at least, that’s what he thought).
—
Shane arrived at the matchmaking center earlier than necessary.
He checked the address a third time before entering the building, even though he already knew exactly where it was. He was more nervous than he had ever been; his fingers kept drifting to his hair whenever he felt like his heart might leap out of his chest.
He tried to breathe slowly, but anxiety seemed to tighten his chest a little more with every step.
Once past the reception desk, he gave his name. The receptionist smiled politely as she pointed down the hallway, and Shane offered a quick nod of thanks before heading that way.
He entered a room with a simple set up: there is a long table in the center, two chairs, and a small window facing outside. He chose a chair at random and sat down, leaning back against the seat as he looked around.
His eyes wandered over the bare walls, the corners of the room and the closed door, as if any distraction might help him forget why he was there.
The first stage of the process was relatively easy.
They were just supposed to talk and see if they had anything in common—if their thoughts and ideologies were compatible. They had two hours to get to know each other and decide whether to move on to the next stage.
Shane already knew how it worked. It wasn't his first time doing this, so he didn't know why he was so nervous.
He took out his phone for a few seconds, opened a few notifications without really paying attention, and slipped it back into his pocket. When he realized, he had picked up his phone for the fifth time, he decided that he should try to focus on something else.
Obviously, it didn't work.
Had he really arrived that early?
Shane glanced at the watch on his wrist; apparently, his partner was fifteen minutes late.
Great first impression.
Shane ran a hand over his face, trying to shake off the thought, but before he could go any further, the doorknob slowly turned.
The door opened, and a tall man with golden hair and blue eyes walked in, wearing a well-fitted white dress shirt and holding a coat in one hand. His hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d run a bit to get there, yet his breathing seemed steady, and he showed no signs of nervousness.
And he looked, in a way, like a Greek god stepping onto Earth.
"Hello," Shane said, his voice low and almost trembling.
"Hello," the man replied. He approached the table with a calm gait and pulled out the chair on the opposite side.
Before sitting, he took a quick look around, scrutinizing the room as if absorbing every detail of the setting. His gaze swept over the window, the door, the table until it found Shane and it never looked away.
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.
Shane rested his fingers on the table, waiting for someone to break the silence. The man simply stared back, a faint smile on his lips, looking somewhat at a loss for words himself. The silence wasn't exactly uncomfortable, just a little bit strange, as if both were trying to figure out where to begin.
He was likely just as surprised as Shane by their compatibility, and for a moment, Shane wondered if the man had been just as incredulous as he had been.
“So, do you come here often?” the man asked, the smile on his face widening slightly as he seemed to try to break the awkward silence where neither of them knew what to say.
“Definitely not.”
Shane let out a small, sheepish laugh and looked down at his hands. He suddenly realized he hadn’t even properly greeted the man. It felt strange to sit across from someone without so much as shaking hands and introducing himself properly.
He rose from his chair almost on impulse, extending a hand toward the stranger.
“We can’t touch until the two hours are up,” the man reminded him.
Shane froze mid-motion. His hand hung in the air for a second before he slowly lowered it to his side.
Right. That rule. They were supposed to talk without touching. Without anything that could interfere with or influence the outcome of the pairing.
“My name is Shane,” Shane said as he sat back down, feeling slightly embarrassed for making such a silly mistake.
“Nice to meet you, Shane. I’m Ilya,” the man replied, watching him with an amused expression; his blue eyes tracked every one of Shane’s reactions like a curious animal.
“Unusual name.” Shane tilted his head slightly. He repeated the name a few times in his mind, testing how it sounded in the silence. His mouth parted almost involuntarily so he could whisper it softly, and, to his surprise, Shane realized he liked the way it felt on his lips. “Is it Russian?”
Ilya raised his eyebrows at the question, his mouth opening in surprise.
“How did you...?"
“I studied Russian for a while when I was a kid,” Shane answered before the other man could finish his sentence. “I had weird hobbies…”
A light laugh escaped Ilya’s lips, making his shoulders shake slightly. The sound was lovely to Shane’s ears.
Ilya briefly brought a hand to his face, shaking his head as he settled more comfortably into his chair.
"So, you can speak Russian?"
"I can understand a little bit, know some phrases. Nothing too amazing."
"It sounds amazing to me."
The compliment caught Shane off guard. He glanced down at the table and rested his hands on his thighs, his fingers absently fiddling with a small spot on his trousers.
"Thanks," Shane replied.
Ilya simply nodded, murmuring "my pleasure" in Russian and smiling with satisfaction when Shane let a small smile slip out upon understanding. After a few seconds of silence—which no longer felt quite so awkward—Shane decided to keep the conversation going.
"What do you do for a living?"
"I’m a hockey coach at a school here in Montreal. I work with kids aged five to thirteen. Nothing too amazing." Ilya leaned forward slightly as he spoke, resting his arms across the table. Shane colored when he realize Ilya was making a reference to what he had said earlier; he was obviously trying to tease him.
"Sounds amazing to me..." Shane replied, enjoying the banter. "I used to play hockey when I was a kid."
"You were a very busy kid. Russian and hockey?"
"I had random hyper-fixations, okay?"
"Very important knowledge these days." Ilya smiled, and Shane felt almost foolish for a moment. "And why did you stop? With hockey, I mean."
Shane waved a hand in the air, looking for the best way to explain.
"It stopped being fun at some point." He shrugged. "It was good, but... eventually, it stopped being enjoyable and started feeling like an obligation. But your job sounds like a lot of fun."
Ilya smiled and nodded.
"It is. I really like my job. Although kids can be a bit difficult."
"I can imagine. My best friend, Hayden, has four kids. I can't picture myself with that many children at once."
Ilya leaned back in his chair.
"And what do you do, Mr. Shane?"
"I'm an architect." As soon as he answered, Shane noticed the change in Ilya's expression. His eyes widened for a moment before an amused smile appeared on his face. "What? Why are you making that face?"
"I definitely didn't picture you as an architect."
Shane crossed his arms.
"And what did you think?"
"Real estate agent."
"Real estate agent?"
"I don't know. You look like the type who likes collecting properties. And, for some reason, I think you'd make a great landlord." Shane shook his head, letting out a soft, amused snort before he could even reply.
"You're a idiot."
Both of them were smiling.
The conversation flowed easily from there. They talked about hobbies, things they liked, past experiences, and whatever else came up. At some point, the awkward pauses vanished, and questions arose naturally, one leading to the next. It was surprising how relaxed he felt; in that short time together, he’d likely shared more genuine laughter with Ilya than on any other date in his life.
When the notification that time was up arrived, Shane was almost taken aback. The sound cut their conversation mid-sentence, and he automatically turned toward the door as the staff entered.
The two hours had flown by. They were led to separate rooms and presented with the decision they had to make: proceed to the next stage or end the process.
Usually, this was the point where Shane would walk away.
He knew the drill. Before, he would simply offer thanks, say he hadn't felt a connection, and move on—but he realized this time, he didn't want to leave.
For the first time, he wanted to try to make it work.
And he just hoped Ilya felt the same way.
Note: This is Part 1 of 3. I found this universe—where omegas and alphas are matched based on compatibility rather than other factors—interesting, so I decided to give it a try. The other parts are already written and were theoretically meant to be released together, but I decided to split them up to participate in the challenge of microfics. Part 1 covers the interview, Part 2 will focus on the scent, and Part 3 will feature them signing the contract to be recognized as a real couple.
A huge thank you to @pikachusthef for correcting my English—you're amazing!
Ilya thinking he’s about to embark on a sexcation only to be bombarded by cutieful Shane Hollander with plans to spend the rest of their lives together which effectively alters Ilya’s brain chemistry to be The Boyfriend of all time is straight up the funniest thing about heated rivalry
Personally i think a flavor of this is that literally up until shane says "i would really like to relax with you, for once," ilya is very much under the impression that he is like, an alpha being dragged to his omega's secret den to be used like a sentient sex doll for 2 weeks and that Shane only wants dick from him and he is "fine with that" and "willing to have whatever shane will give him" until the end of time
Except then shane is like no, this is my comfort place, and now its yours too, and I am so giddy to see you here I cant see straight and yes im a little hard about it but mostly I just want to exist with you with no pretense of running out the door in a few short hours hey by the way dont marry svetlana even for a green card, I have a better idea--
And ilya is so starstruck by this 180 of his expectations from being here to provide orgasms to spending the rest of his life with this man that he loses his grip on himself and says I love you first and then panics but then shane says it back and holds him while he sobs and they can never go back from this
The first time Ilya fucks Shane so hard he has trouble walking the next day - like legitimately hobbling around the cottage - yes, there’s a bit of pride and possessiveness, but he also worries he went too far. Shane had kept begging for more, more, until Ilya was certain the bed was going to break but now he sees Shane wincing and he worries. So he asks Shane - was it too much, should they have stopped, should they go slower next time? and Shane’s immediately horrified like please don’t threaten to take this away from me omg there’s only a few weeks left of the summer.
(He does however agree to rest on the couch and let Ilya putter around taking care of him which, yes, includes multiple couch blowjobs)
Dark Hollanov AU w/ Ilya confining Shane and not realizing that Shane is 100% happy to be there, thinking he’s holding Shane against his will while dude is having the time of his life (as long as Ilya keeps sending those little texts to his parents telling them he’s okay just out of the country to find himself - Ilya’s ‘plan’ is to wait until he stockholms Shane into loving him and THEN he’ll be allowed to see his parents again. Isn’t that nice :}) (Rub is, Shane is already literally in love with him and he’s having a delightful time playing at being the pathetic captive that becomes slowly enamored with his captor)
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