#alpha ilya rozanov

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.

Hi wait no I’m going to throw up actually. This made my tummy HURt.

Oh my GOD. I die I die I die. Post tuna melt rut hits Ilya like a fucking bus, he’s miserable and angry and watching his omega be shown off by another alpha, a gorgeous pretty perfect alpha but Ilya knows- with certainty that shane Hollander who fits so perfect on his knot- he can’t be satisfied with her, can’t be. He hates it and he doesn’t let himself be sad not really so he’s usually just grouchy and bitchy and exhausted. The hurt all pushed down down down.

He feels his rut coming on and he’s so desperately angry, the hormones make it worse. He’s going on long runs, spending hours in the gym being semi deranged on the ice. He wants to fight and he gets them, knows how to provoke them out of other players, gets a split lip and black eye and busted knuckles from the punches he threw but it doesn’t settle it down, the rage.

He goes into rut and the rage melts away, as he goes into the second day of it. He just feels desperately cold and sad, alone. He refuses to be in the bed he was last in with Shane, and locks himself away in a guest room, survives on a couple bottles of water and protein drinks he’d had the thought to toss on the nightstand before the worst of it hit. He gets lost in the waves of desperation, despite the cold stone his heart is and he’s completely out of his mind- peak of his rut when his hand finds his phone and he calls Shane. He’s pushing his knot into the stupid handheld toy made of silicone, that smells nothing like Shane, his ocean salt sweet smell.

It aches and it isn’t warm, it isn’t the heat of Shane, the snark of Shane. It isn’t his omega. And his chest aches, hazy mind yearns, his omega, his omega could fix this, his omega could make it feel better, his omega always took his knot so nice, it would every better when Ilya was in rut, they’d stay stuck together longer that way, Ilya could breed him that way. Ilya growls and he’s not even cognisant of his phone shoved by his face on the pillow, the way his phone rings out to Jane, clicks through to voicemail. All the alpha registers is the sound of Shane’s voice (his voicemail box message) and his chest fucking caves in.

He whines, whines, whines, desperate needy sounds, and his breath catches and hitches as he’s begging, words a mix of Russian and English.

The fucks of his hips are short, angry, frustrated into the toy, his fist around it tight, tight. It’s not enough.

“Why, why omega. Please” he pants.

“Whatever I did, I’m sorry- I’ll be better”

“Please. I’ll be- I’ll be good I’ll be a good alpha. Please puppy” he’s still whining, it’s rattling in his chest and lets out another desperate noise, body trembling. If he’s good if he’s good his omega will come back his omega will need his knot, he’ll knot him so well.

“I. I need, need to be inside you. Knot you. My puppy please please come back and I’ll give you it I’ll give you my knot just stay. Stay this time and alpha will look after you” he sounds possessed, voice shaky and horrible, half sobbing and he’s still just whining as he cums, purely from biological need. It doesn’t feel like release. He’s mumbling sorry into the pillow as he comes down, head pounding and he drags a pillow to his chest, shoves his face into it and lets out a small sob as he spins down, pumping cum into stupid plastic as he aches for his omega.

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.

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.