#alpha ilya rozanov

[iwasnotaslasher]

[omegashaneroz]

i too would absolutely lose my marbles if i spent a whole day scent marking my omega, feeding him, cuddling him, dressing him, making sure he’s got everything he needs beyond what he desires only for him to run out on me at the slightest change in routine and get a gf

[gatorbites-imagines]

Tbh I would like to hear more about that omega verse brooding chickens please

Omega Shane Hollander (+ Luca and reader) 

Rambles 

The Heated Rivalry brainrot is still going. I tried acupuncture today for my anxiety and depression, and I can’t tell if it helped yet, but it was weird. How’s everyone doing? 

Can be read as romantic or platonic tbh.

Okay, so. Imagine that Shane has suppressed a lot of his more ‘omega’ behavior, since he can only assume the NHL would be less omega friendly. Like, sure, omegas can technically play, but there’s gotta be sexism and some really nasty chirping that isn’t punished. All that jazz. 

Then he gets outed for dating Ilya, and joins the Centaurs, where the culture is completely different. It still takes a lot, but little by little Shane is able to embrace these parts of himself and let himself be. 

Now, imagine being the team rookie alongside Luca, maybe you guys were even drafted at the same time, so you both count as ‘rookies’. You two are similar in some way but different in others, like how Luca had Ilya posters, you had Shane posters.  

You two like to hang out and nest together, playing video games, eating junk, and play wrestling. You'll show up to practice covered in nips and claw marks you guys left on each other, because you both are still younger, and on a team where you get to act more like your designations. 

Anyways. Now, imagine Shane starts to act more like a pack omega with you two, because you’re younger and ‘inexperienced’. It doesn’t help that the entire time jokes about you and Luca being the Hollanov pups, even referring to Ilya as papa and Shane and mama. 

When Shane starts to act a little more feral, you honestly just feel happy that he feels safe to do so. And well, Shane’s been to you what Ilya was so Luca so, how could you turn him away when Shane starts grooming your hair after practice. 

It's not unusual for Omega’s to use their tongue on pups, or packmates, and you just feel all gooey about it, so you start making soft purrs/rumbles of your own as Shane starts to croon. 

You don’t see how big his pupils become, or notice how he starts kneading at your back as he just kinda, crowds around you. He starts doing it to Luca too. 

It becomes a bit of a running joke with the team, and it makes the pup jokes skyrocket. Ilya even plays along by doing ‘papa alpha’ activities with you both, like jokingly ‘guiding’ you two on the ice, or scenting you both more than the rest of the team. 

Which just triggers Shane’s suppressed instincts even more, and he starts nipping and snuffling at you both, as well as hovering more and getting very protective on the ice, because you and Luca are ‘his pups’ and all that. 

Now, imagine the team has to stay at a hotel for the night, maybe two or three days even. Shane starts nesting immediately, squirreling away clothes from every member of the team and Centaurs pack. 

Ilya is just happy to see Shane go about it without shame, so much that he doesn’t notice the more... greedy and cloudy look in Shane’s eyes. 

Luca and you don’t question it much when Shane shows up at your shared room, because of course you guys share a room. Instead, you two bring along some blankets and clothes, assuming Shane wants you to bring it to his nest. 

And he does, but to your shared surprise he starts gently herding you two into the nest. It's truly an honor, to get to share a nest with THE Shane Hollander, but you’re both also grown men. Younger grown men, but grown nonetheless. 

It's kinda weird when Shane just... crowds you to into the middle of his nest and curls around/on top of you and Luca. But then he starts purring, chirping and scenting you two so much you both get a little scent drunk. 

All the stress and pressure of having to play professional sport only makes you two a lot more receptive to it, because love and care so intense from a trusted omega really is like a drug. 

The rest of the team don’t notice for a while, until they want to go out for the night, to party or drink, or whatever they get up to.  

Neither Luca, you nor Shane answer any texts. Someone from the team goes to check your room, whilst Ilya checks the room he shares with Shane. 

Only to be smacked with a wall of thick heady omega scent. It's not the usual kind that makes Ilya’s fangs itch and his knot throb. Instead, it feels all gooey, warm and protective. 

Obviously, Ilya can’t help but laugh at the sight of Shane curled around you and Luca. Luca’s hair is sticking in all directions from Shane’s grooming, and Ilya must have caught Shane in the middle of grooming yours, since his tongue is sticking out and you look a little less wild. 

Ilya walks closer to talk, maybe coax you three out of bed, but imagine his surprise when Shane lowers himself and starts hissing, making crowing noises and growls at the back of his throat. At the same time he’s crowding and covering Luca and you with his body. 

Broody omegas isn’t a very talked about subject since most people aren’t as suppressed as Shane, and with a new team where he can be himself, and two ‘pups’ to care for. 

I honestly think Ilya finds it hilarious, even taking pics or videos to send to the groupchat, that he can’t come cuz his omega is ‘warming the pups’.  

Have you guys seen that tiktok with the broody chicken, where the owner is like “you can’t have 11 babies, I won’t allow it” and the chicken gets mad. That’s Shane. 

It takes a lot of coaxing, but Ilya gets allowed into the nest as long as he’s ‘warming’ one of the pups as Shane goes back to his omega ‘duties’. Aka, messing your hair up with his tongue as he rubs his scent all over you. 

Ilya takes so many pictures. He's both turned on, but also so gooey and in love. Shane starts purring even louder when Ilya adds his own scent to all the scenting Shane has done. 

And you and Luca? You two are so scent drunk you think you’re seeing sound and hearing colors. Luca has the munchies. Ilya cracks a joke about Shane breastfeeding the ‘pups’, and well... some part of your brain wouldn’t mind... 

I like to think Shane just has his moments, but after some work and whatnot, it’s not as intense unless he’s very stressed, or one you the ‘pups’ got very hurt during games. 

Lol, imagine Shane nesting in the tour bus, and somebody from the team posts a pic of you and Luca curled up on the seats with Shane splooting on top so he can ‘warm his pups’, glaring at the camera like a super angry broody chicken. 

[itstheanxietyforme]

Another indulgent fic idea from a non-writer (though I wish I was)

Omegaverse Hollanov, they’re not out yet, but maybe are low key exploring what they are or could be. Then at a Boston/Montreal game, one of Shane’s asshole teammates (it’s always Comeau… he just reeks of misogyny) gets mad at Shane during a failed pass (Comeau’s fault btw) and scruffs Shane. Which is like, alpha-omega no no 101. That’s what abusive alphas do. Or alphas do only when their omega is being wildly unsafe. Not what you do to your captain because your tiny bird brain is angry and only has room for one emotion at a time. So he’s got Shane pinned, the crowd gasps and refs start to turn but suddenly there’s 200+ pounds of seething Russian tackling Comeau to the ground.

Hayden is helping Shane up, checking on him, being careful because Shane could reasonably take his hand off and/or have a meltdown, because #trauma. But then they’re both watching as a snarling, vicious fangs out Rozanov rips into Comeau.

[thebrainpoprobot]

I like to think that Shane is the type of Omega to have a nest that is so convoluted if even a single throw is missing, his entire is heat is ruined.

Ilya forgets his heat is coming up one day, so he doesn't leave Shane's favorite shirt of his home when he goes to the gym by himself while Shane sleeps in. Shane then spends every second that Ilya isn't home with all the parts of his nest organized, but not put together, waiting for him.

Ilya then comes home and sees the state Shane is in, sweating buckets, hunched over with cramps, but completely content to lay on the floor in his misery because he goes through heats with a strict routine and he HAS to start with his perfectly built nest. Ilya can't even scold him for not taking care of himself because he knows how particular he is, and he really should have saw the signs when the day before Shane kept nuzzling into his neck while they went to sleep, but he was too knackered from the game they just lost to notice (Shane was DYING during the game, and when people asked if he was okay, he pulled a typical Hollander and put on a brave face then proceeded to have the worst loss of his life)

So Ilya immediately takes off his shirt and orders him to finally start his nest. He's even too worried for Shane to be triggered into his rut. Shane of course listens because he's been desperate for the last who knows how many hours, so he gets to diligently working with Ilya watching with a mix of concern and affection. When Shane is done and finally lays in his perfectly made nest, he immediately feels at ease, but not for too long because now he's behind schedule. He should have been spending the morning nesting before Ilya came home to take care of him but now it's midmorning and he wants to nest but he also really wants to jump his husband's bones so he's completely frozen in decision.

Ilya does not know what to do with this, so he just climbs into the nest and cuddles Shane, letting him scent him and do whatever he needs until he can find the mental energy to do anything else.

[mxrcusflint]

sheltered Omega prince Shane Hollander who’s the best jousting champion in the land, kept proper and primed well to take on the throne

vs Alpha Ilya Rozanov, son of a former enemy lord, who’d taken advantage of an offered second chance in a better kingdom and trained himself into a knight, who swore loyalty to said prince but now must withstand the trials and tribulations of standing guard while the crown prince goes into heat for the first time

[hollanovsgingermelt]

so do the fans wanna see hollanov omegaverse or...

im not seeing enough ilya in rut representation and im about to write it myself idc😒

[shieldofiron]

Black and Gold

(I have an au where the way an omega shows an alpha they're ready to be courted they make them a quilt. You don't need to know any more than that.)

He doesn't mean to do it. Sometimes it feels like blacking out. Soft black fabric, patterned gold, ends up between his fingers while he's out trying to pick up some undershirts and he stands there, worrying it. Picks up some needles. It's nothing.

It's just practice. For his real alpha. For a woman. It doesn't mean anything. A way to occupy his hands. A way to work through his worry. Soothing, the way his mom had taught him. Soothing, like running his hands over the quilt that had lain across his parent's bed, the thick strands of the Sashiko embroidery pressing into the pads of his fingers rhythmically. Blue and white. Stark, eye catching.

He goes to Hayden and Jackie's house. Across the back of the couch, in pale blues and whites. Something Hayden had made with his alpha in mind. Something for their future house.

It's only after that weird night in Boston that it hits him hard. Black fabric, spread across the desk at home, black stitches abraiding the surface like a thousand cuts, like a thousand secrets. Shane sweeps the bundle of fabric away, shoving it in a duffle bag at the back of the closet. Ironic.

Things change. Roses bloom. And then die. And Shane's hopes are still shoved in the closet.

In Tampa, Shane crawls into Rozanov's lap like he could be his quilt. Like he could cover and protect him.

He has a lot of time after he gets injured. A lot of time and needles. His mom doesn't comment on it, thank god. Probably just thinks he's trying not to look at screens.

"What is this?" Rozanov holds up the duffle when Shane opens the trunk.

"Nothing. It's for later." Maybe. Shane bites his lip.

The duffle stays in the car. Shane forgets about it, maybe.

Only remembers it after. Boyfriends. If they're boyfriends, then that's the time. Maybe he missed it. Shane was never much good at reading cues. Not even his own.

That night, his parents come to dinner and they make a fire. Ilya rests his head on Shane's shoulder.

"Wait!" Shane springs up. "Wait."

Ilya laughs. "Hollander, we just-"

"Shane?" His mom blinks.

"One thing."

He runs out to the car, flip flops slapping, and rushes back.

Ilya looks at him as Shane spreads it over their lap. Rubs the weight of it between his big hands, that Shane loves. The black threads strike gold in the firelight, hidden colors lighting up like fireworks. Shane can see his mom try to subtly dab the corner of her eyes, while his dad is weeping openly.

"Is beautiful, Shane. Like you."

"No." Shane swallows. "Like you."