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“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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Shane has always been a soft Alpha, but all the years he spent sleeping with Ilya, a dominant Alpha, unknowingly caused his body to change, turning him into an Omega. He doesn’t know how to feel about it; he doesn’t mind, but surely Ilya won’t want to be with an Omega when all he’s ever been with are Alphas. Or, Shane is now an Omega and hides it because he’s worried Ilya won’t want him anymore, but what he doesn’t know is that Ilya loves him for him, and it’s not going to change anything. It had been a month since Shane last saw Ilya, and then he started noticing small changes in his body. He didn’t think too much of it at the time, but it was strange. He had started smelling sweeter, and the scent of his Alpha teammates had become more noticeable—not repulsive, but stronger, and at times overwhelming. Sure, that never happened before, but he had been stressed lately; more so because he seemed to have been missing Ilya more than normal. Anyway, nothing new didn’t happen for a long time, at least until last week when his stomach started cramping out of the blue in the most achingly painful way imaginable. He knew then it was time to see his doctor, but he had forgotten to make an appointment, and when he remembered, he needed to wait another two weeks due to unavailability. It was fine; he could wait. The pain wasn’t persistent; it came and went, and somehow always made him feel the need for sex. He tried to convince himself he was probably just going into a Rut, but it never came in hot flashes, and pain that caused him to double over. It wasn’t when his teammates joked about how he’d been sweating all over the place despite spending time on ice, and how flushed he’d gotten in the face like an Omega in Heat, did Shane realized something was definitely wrong, and barged into his doctor’s office, desperately in need of answers. They did several tests, and then it was confirmed: Shane Hollander, an Alpha by birth, was now transitioning into an Omega. The change in his scent, the sweating, the pain, and the harrowing need to see Ilya, an Alpha, his Alpha, he was preparing to go into his first Heat. It was safe to say, he didn’t take the news well. How could this have been possible? He had never heard of an Alpha turning into an Omega. It made no sense. To his doctor, it made perfect sense. There was only one way an Alpha could’ve turned into an Omega; it was rare but not unheard of. Shane might’ve been an Alpha, but he was a soft Alpha—it was no secret to anyone, and it was why he got along with almost everyone. However, if he was sleeping with a dominant Alpha, over time, his body would change to accommodate said Alpha. This was just his body's way of saying he wanted Ilya to be his Alpha, his mate. He should feel happy. They could be together; truly be together. Ilya could mark him permanently—he had always hoped for it, but Alphas couldn’t mark each other; it just wouldn’t stay. But… Ilya favored Alphas over Omegas; it was why he liked Shane so much. Surely, now there wouldn’t be a reason for him to stay; surely he would leave. Shane didn’t know how to feel about it; it was best to keep this a secret. ___________________ It had been a month of minor inconvenience, avoiding going to practice, and completely ignoring all of Ilya’s calls and texts, afraid the Alpha would know and reject him, before Shane’s first Heat finally arrived. It took reasonably longer since he was transitioning from an Alpha to an Omega, but it still took him by surprise when he woke up this morning, burning up, caked in sweat, and with a deep, penetrating ache in his stomach and lower back that made him slumped back into bed, panting and crying into the sheets for the Alpha he had been so desperately trying to avoid for the past month. The whole room smelt like an Omega; it was all-consuming and stifling, and drenched in darkness except for the yellow night lamp in the corner. Shane gasped and whimpered when a sudden, painful flare pierced through his lower stomach and all the way to his cock. It had been ten hours since this god-awful Heat started. It was already night, he was naked, trying to ride it out as best as he could, but he couldn’t do this anymore. He was dying—surely. How would he survive another three days of this? He had jerked himself off at least four times, but it wasn’t enough. He needed an Alpha’s knot; he needed Ilya, and regretted not telling the other man. Maybe Ilya wouldn’t have rejected him on the spot if he begged the Alpha to stay. The bed had long been soaked with his slick, something his body never produced before. He had tried touching himself there, but it wasn’t enough—nothing was ever enough! Maybe— “Fuck,” he whined the second he gripped his aching, stiff, and leaking cock in his hand. It was too much—the sensation nearly blinded him, but not in comfort, but hellbent pain. “Ilya. Ilya… I can’t—” “Shane?! Open the door.” That voice, followed by a loud, thundering knock on the bedroom door. It was Ilya. How did the Alpha find him? And how the fuck did he get into the house? There was no one home. Shane’s mind cleared just enough for him to start panicking again. What would Ilya say once he found out that Shane had turned into an Omega? He didn’t think he could handle a rejection, not now—not ever. No. He needed to get out of there. But where would he go? He couldn’t move three feet without falling over in pain. Shane gasped, his fingers squeezing, twisting into the sheets as he struggled to lift himself off the bed, and was unable to do so. “Hollander!” Ilya yelled, his voice deep and thundering. “Open the fucking door before I break it down! Now!” Ilya sounded very much like an angry Alpha. Why was he angry? Did Shane do something to anger him? He whimpered at the thought; tears suddenly clouded his eyes. He didn’t… oh, right. He had been avoiding Ilya. But why was he being so demanding?
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"Hollander..." The name came out strangled, broken. "Fuck. Fuck, I forgot—" Shane understood in the same instant, the absence of latex a shocking heat inside him. Christ. or - the boys forget to use condoms for the first time Pt2 - Ilya Rozanov does, in fact, own a belt
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The day after they talk to Shane’s parents, Ilya wakes in Shane’s arms, deeply in love and wholly unafraid. Great sex follows. Especially when monogamy means…maybe calling it quits on condoms.
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Shane’s eyes meet his, and there’s a particular gloss to them that Ilya has come to recognize. He squeezes Shane’s hand before letting it go, keeping his voice quiet so Shane has to really listen as he instructs, “I want you to get on your knees. With your head on my leg. And then you are going to sit there until I tell you to move. And if you can do that, maybe tonight leads to happy endings.” Shane licks his lips. “What if I can’t?” he asks, but they both already know he’s going to. Ilya moves his head from side to side, pretending to mull it over, before answering, “I think you can.” Shane plays terribly, contributing to a 6-1 loss for Montreal. Ilya employs his new skills as the best soft dom in the universe to make him feel better about it.
- Part 2 of Ilya and Shane explore gentle BDSM!
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Shane Hollander's heat came unexpectedly early. He begs Ilya to come and help him. Ilya does. The game that fateful day was a special dynamic one. Shane Hollander had his mind focused on one thing - winning. Well, maybe not only that. Because the presence of Ilya Rozanov was like a heavy bag on his shoulders, pressing him down and making it harder to focus. Every time they crossed paths on the ice, the heavy scent of the Russian man filled his nostrils, making him slip up with his game. "Focus, Hollander!" yelled his teammate, right when Shane's gaze locked on Ilya's back. He shook his head, trying to shake off the uncontrollable need to be close to the man on whose cock he had been stretched so many times. But the game was a more pressing matter now, and he needed to act like it. So he tried his best. His team was on a good path to victory, and he himself managed to score two goals in the three periods - even though his mind was in a completely different place. But then, he felt it. That hot chill, sweat pouring across his face, his stomach twisting - his heat was coming in a very short timeline, much quicker than it should be. He knew it shouldn't be happening. Just before the game, he checked his app for tracking his cycle, and it was supposed to come in three days, not today. Not now. That was enough to make him absolutely terrible, giving Boston a great opportunity to get an upper hand over them. Their rivals managed to win, with two more goals scored, the game ending and sealing Montreal's unfortunate fate. "What the fuck was that, man?! Why were you so distracted, for God's sake?!" His team was furious with him, but he couldn't afford to stay and argue with them. He knew he didn't have a lot of time, so he changed as fast as he could, and basically flew out of that locker room, rushing to get to his hotel room. When Shane managed to finally open the door with his shaky hands, he collapsed on the floor, his legs weak from the overwhelming feeling. He wanted to crawl out of his skin - he was that hot. He quickly tore off his clothes, leaving them scattered across the room's floor. Shane barely had the strength to crawl into his bed, but when he did, he collapsed on the soft hotel sheets, sighing with somewhat of a relief. He still very much felt like shit, like he was about to melt from the heat that surrounded him. If it stayed like this, he would manage it alone. But he knew his body too well - more was coming, and it would come in the most unexpected moment, making him so desperate to feel something inside him that he would do something he normally wouldn't - he's going to beg that motherfucker. Shane knew he should destroy his phone before he reached that state, because then, any restraint and shame would leave him, and he would indeed beg Rozanov to come and fuck him into oblivion. But he didn't have more time to debate on it, because the overwhelming feeling had come. He moaned, his ass arching in the air without his consent, his legs spreading, his instincts screaming for a knot. His hand reached for his phone, and he did what he shouldn't. Jane: 708. Now. Please. He wrote and collapsed on the sheets again. He shifted, turning on his back, his hand reaching for the aching hole that was now leaking slick like crazy. As soon as he touched it, his mouth opened, and a loud moan escaped his lips. His legs parted as far as possible to ease himhis access for pleasure that he needed so much at that moment. "Fuuuck... Rozanov, please..." Shane begged, his finger slipping inside, slowly stretching himself for what was hopefully going to come. He knew he'd need that stretching, his mind going back a few months when he last saw the massive cock of the Russian man. He wanted that nine inches like a lifeline, desperate for the feeling of being completely full with the warm cock, for the part when it swells even more, and seals them together. But Rozanov never gave him that satisfaction unfortunately, because, as he put it, 'I don't want to knock you up, Hollander'. But now, Shane wanted nothing more than exactly that. He wanted his belly to swell with the pup of his rival, to be caressed and cared for by the usually nonchalant man, to be loved. But, oh, his dreams were impossible, and he knew it. Shane added another finger, trying to reach where only Ilya could, and groaned with frustration when he failed. He arched his back, fucking himself with his fingers, trying to imagine Rozanov being the one on top of him, pressing him to the mattress, making him come one time after another. "Fuck, Ilya!" he cried out, not even noticing that he had used the name of the man. He was too deep in his fantasy to register the real Ilya walking through the door, closing it, and making sure it was locked. "Oh, fuck, fuck me harder, please! Rozanov, fuuck!" Rozanov rested his back on the door, enjoying the sight in front of him. As soon as he relaxed, smirking satisfied, the sweet smell hit him, making his nonchalant posture crumble, as his instincts screamed to go and put his knot in the omega on the bed. But he managed to contain himself, instead undressing, while Shane was still in his own fantasy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... AHH, Rozanov!" Shane screamed out, as his cock shot out a thick stream of cum on his stomach, his arch deepening, his other hand curling deeply with the sheets. "I must say I enjoy show, Hollander," Ilya finally spoke up, revealing himself to Shane, who got scared so much that he almost jumped off the bed. "Oh, do not be shy now. You put me a great show, really." "Fuck, Rozanov!" Shane cursed, his face getting even redder than before from his heat. "Couldn't you announce yourself louder when you walked through the door? Must you be such an asshole?!" he complained, sitting up and covering his dick with his hands.
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“So,” Ilya says, dragging the word out. He’s swiping at non-existent crumbs on the counter, avoiding his eyes. “You have dinner at parents on Christmas, yes?” “Yeah.” Ilya nods. “I can house-sit while you are away. Make place pretty, if you have decorations. Make it less boring.” Shane’s eyebrows fly up. “What? You don’t want to come with?” Finally, Ilya looks up at him. Hesitantly, he asks, “You want me to come with?” Frowning, Shane says, “I– yeah. Yeah, of course. You think I invited you here just so you could spend Christmas alone?” Looking away, Ilya shrugs. “I am intruder here, Hollander. You have family. I do not. Makes situation… difficult, maybe. You forget the world thinks we are rivals.” “Not difficult,” Shane says immediately. “You want to come, you’re coming.” Or: Ilya's in Montreal alone during the week leading up to the Winter Classic. Shane doesn't let him spend Christmas alone.
- Part 4 of cjo + hr
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"Did you see what happened to Rozanov after the game?" Shane's head snapped up and he lost his rhythm on the rowing machine. He slowed to a stop so he wouldn't hit himself in the face. One of the weight benches exploding wouldn't be enough to pull his attention away from his teammates' conversation. "No, what happened?" "Dude got fucking arrested."
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Ilya’s eyebrows rose at that, “Oh, my little omega, aren’t you supposed to be good for me?” He lowered to his elbows, licking his way down Shane’s chest, before hooking his fingers gently in the fabric of his underwear, “Don’t you want to be good for me, sweetheart?” Shane’s heart, his body, was fracturing. He was splitting into a million pieces every place Ilya’s tongue, hands, and breath touched him. He was falling, falling, falling; he felt like a powder keg. “Look at me, moya zhizn'.” And with that, he burst into flames. OR... Shane loses his suppressants and what can he do except call Rozy !
- Part 1 of the omegashane agenda
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Shane isn't used to people touching him. Then he meets Ilya Rozanov.
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i'm grateful to you for letting me lose by bluerosebouquet
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-18
He wanted to bury his face in the juncture between his neck and shoulder, to breathe in the smell of him, to touch his skin and give him everything that he could. He wanted to give to him until there was nothing left, until Shane had disappeared into him forever. “Look at me,” Ilya’s voice was quiet, but Shane obeyed immediately, his eyes fuzzy at the corners, “How are you feeling?” Shane intended to lie. There was no reason to complicate things with hard truths that not even he understood. Instead, his lip wobbled, and he found that he couldn’t say anything at all. “Ah,” Ilya made a noise that sounded nearly as devastated as Shane felt, and put a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him forward. Shane went easily, his forehead pressing into Ilya’s shoulder, and breathing deeply through his nose, trying not to cry. Or, Shane drops after leaving Ilya's house.
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Ilya tutted. “Uhm like Father Christmas- Santa Claus, yes? Only, on New Year. Old man visits home, walks through front door, and greets children with present. Less creepy than Santa Claus.” Shane furrowed his eyebrows. “You think Santa is creepy?” “Listen to song, Shane. He sees you when you’re sleeping- knows when you’re awake..” Ilya waved a hand and scrunched up his face as he gently leaned over to inspect the small Christmas village people. “He watches like some pervert.” Shane surprises Ilya by decorating for christmas....Shane gets railed....and Ilya makes the Hollander parents cry.
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First cut is the deepest by GingerBaggins
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-18
Ottawa face Montreal away from home ice, and for the first time in eleven years, Shane Hollander is not in red and blue. OR Ilya watches Shane battle his old teammates and fails to stay calm about it.
- Part 2 of Hollanov Oneshots
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u might want to get tested by toomuchplor
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-18
Lily: U might want to get tested Jane: Hilarious. Fuck you. === Set in the liminal situationship timeline between episodes 3 and 4.
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Ilya has claimed so many of Shane’s firsts - his first kiss with a man, his first time doing any act with a man. Turning down Shane’s first heat is unimaginable. He doesn’t want to wait for an imaginary future. They have two weeks alone. He has to have this, even if it’s a terrible idea. It has to be him.
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Shane groans as he tries to sit up, memories of the previous night coming back to him like a tidal wave. He went out to a club. Ilya was there. He broke up with Rose. He told her he’s gay. He got really fucking drunk and he called - “Good morning.” Ilya says from right next to him. or, Shane breaks up with Rose shortly after the club scene and then he drunkenly calls Ilya.
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muscles better and nerves more by bigtimesensuality
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-18
Ilya loved this part best. Not just the sex, though he would never pretend it hadn't been good, hadn't been exactly what Shane needed. What Ilya loved was this: the quiet after, the way Shane went soft and pliable once the sharp edges burned out of him. Once the anger drained away and left something warm and loose behind.
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The elevator doors dinged open as soon as he pressed the button—the first blessing of the night. Ilya stepped inside, pushed the button for his floor and leaned back against the mirror- covered wall. He pulled out his phone and if he checked his messages it wasn’t because he wanted to see if “Jane” had finally broken his silence; no. It was because— A second before the doors closed, a hand darted through between them, forcing them to hiccup to a stop and slide open again. Ilya rolled his eyes. He really didn’t feel like sharing this one moment of silence he’d earned so he put on the sourest face he could muster to signal his true and honest feelings on any sort of interaction that may be forced upon him. And that’s the look that Shane fucking Hollander got to see as soon as the doors opened again.
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Such a lovable lamb by DaughterofLegends
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-18
Two certainties defined Shane Hollander's life: he was falling in love with Ilya Rozanov, and he was keeping a career-ending secret. When Ilya discovers Shane's suppressants on the heels of seeing Shane injured during a game, fear makes them say things they both regret. Nine months later at the All-Star Game, accidentally running into Ilya in the hotel elevator triggers a breakthrough heat—forcing the two idiots to finally talk (and fuck). -- Contains spoilers for those who have only watched the show, and for The Long Game. A/B/O AU that diverges from canon right after Shane is injured in Chapter 21 (and episode 5) of Heated Rivalry. Happy ending!
- Part 1 of Lying to the NHL, but make it A/B/O
- Part 2 of Fighting Puritanism, one smutty Hollanov AU at a time
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heart on my sleeve (not where it should be) by thatgayprince
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-18
Hollander had made one attempt to give back his clothes a year or so ago but Ilya had brushed him off with an excuse he couldn't remember now. Hollander hadn't asked again. And Ilya liked seeing Hollander in his clothes- or well, he didn't usually see them on Hollander, but knowing that he had them was enough. Ilya didn't have an explanation why he liked it so much. He tended not to think about it too much. - or: 5 times they wear something of each other secretly and one time they take it off
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