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predator instinct by elumish
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
17 Feb 2026
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Kip likes Hunter’s teammates more than he expected to, which is to say not all that much.
Some of them are good—some of them are great—some of them are terrible, and a lot of them just have no idea how to talk to a queer person.
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“Scott Hunter is one of the most accomplished hockey players I have ever had the honor of facing, and he has played longer than I have, so I'm not sure ‘filling up’ is particularly accurate at this stage in his career,” Hollander says mildly, and now is when he pulls away from the man. “Though if your comment reflects your company's official position on inclusion in the sport, I will unfortunately have to reconsider our partnership moving forward. I have my own brand image to maintain, as you know, and there is a reputational risk to being associated with bigotry. You understand, of course.”
“Of course,” the man says faintly. He mumbles, “If you'll excuse me,” and slinks off into the crowd.
Holy shit.
Under his breath, Hollander mutters, “Inclusion in the sport. Inclusion in hockey? What the fuck else sport would I be talking about? Inclusion in the sport.” He looks at them. “Does ‘inclusion in the sport’ or ‘inclusion in hockey' sound better?”
“What?” Kip says faintly. What the fuck just happened?
“If I have to give that spiel again,” Hollander clarifies, like that was the question, “do you think ‘inclusion in the sport’ or ‘inclusion in hockey’ sounds better?”
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The Performer by toxotes
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
04 Jan 2026
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Sometimes they’re curled up on the bed together afterwards and Shane runs his hands up and down Ilya’s body, rhythmic and smooth, touching just to touch. Ilya is stunning in the literal sense of the word: Shane is paralyzed by him, struck dumb. Desire may never be a problem here, but understanding is: Ilya feels distant and incomprehensible to Shane.
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“I– it’s been this way all my life, Ilya. I was ashamed of it. But it’s been easier, with you, lately. I think that’s what you mean by me seeming more comfortable.”
For a moment it looks like Ilya is going to say something. Shane pauses to let him speak, but all Ilya does is kiss him.
“It still happens with you, sometimes,” Shane says when they part. “You know– when you make a joke and I take it seriously, or I take something too literally? There’s still something wrong with me.”
Ilya opens his mouth.
“No,” Shane says. He can feel himself tearing up, and he swallows, controlling it. He will not cry, he tells himself. “There is. But I’m not ashamed of it with you.”
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the heart is hard to translate (it has a language of its own) by pageandpetals
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
17 Mar 2026
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“Hey,” Hollander says softly, settling a hand on Ilya’s back.
Ilya turns away and fixes his gaze on a spot of chipped paint on the wall, trying to will the moisture trailing down his cheeks back into his tear ducts. “Sorry,” he whispers, shaking his head.
He can’t actually remember the last time he felt so utterly mortified. This is not at all what he’d envisioned happening when Hollander asked for his room number. He’d guessed that a conversation was on the horizon; Ilya had just imagined it happening after he reminded Hollander exactly what he’d been missing while he was off being Rose Landry’s boyfriend. But no, Hollander always wants to clear the air, always needs to fucking talk, even though Ilya never has the right words for him.
“Hey,” Hollander says again, somehow even more tenderly.
The bed shifts, and suddenly Hollander is crawling into Ilya’s lap and cradling Ilya’s face in his hands and kissing him.
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(or, filling in the blanks between Ilya crying in Shane's arms and the bed being absolutely wrecked in the last shot of that scene)
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- Part 3 of hr/gc hollanov fics
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08 Apr 2026
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Shane rolls his eyes. “I think I can handle one kiss.”
“OK, then come here.”
Ilya beckons to him, and Shane scoots closer and leans down. Ilya closes the distance between them with a firm hand cupping Shane’s jaw, and Shane “I can handle one kiss” Hollander fucking melts, draping his upper body across Ilya’s chest as he cradles Ilya’s face in his hands. True to his word, Ilya doesn’t make it difficult for him to pull away, should he want to; the hand on Shane’s jaw moves to palm the back of his head instead while the other splays out midway down his back, just to feel him, not to hold him. Just for one more minute. Maybe two.
Ilya has no idea how much time passes before Shane breaks away with a little gasp. “Jesus,” Shane whispers, and Ilya opens his eyes to see a slightly dazed look on his face. “I have to go.”
“I know,” Ilya says quietly, letting his hands fall away, though not without one last brush of his thumb against the freckles on Shane’s left cheekbone.
“I really have to go,” Shane repeats, like he’s having an argument with himself that Ilya is only hearing one side of.
A wry smile tugs at Ilya’s lips. “You don’t sound very sure about that.”
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Shane should be here right now, should be in Ilya’s house. Ilya should be teasing him about being picky while going through delivery options for food on his phone. Shane should be discovering that Ilya has ginger ale in the fridge and the protein bars Shane mentioned liking in an interview in his pantry. He should be making out with Shane on the couch, sneaking a hand into his pants, teasing him about whether they can beat the deliveryman and arrive before he does. Shane was supposed to spend the night tonight, the Montreal team not set to leave until tomorrow afternoon because of potential bad weather in the morning. Shane should be fed and showered and ready to curl up in bed with Ilya tonight.
But Shane is in a hospital.And Ilya is here.
He pulls up Jane in his phone again. He presses call.
“Hey, you’ve reached Shane Hollander-”
Ilya closes his eyes and lets Shane’s voice roll over him.
(canon divergence in which shane getting injured happens during a game in boston) (...which means shane then gets to go home with ilya to recover)
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“Listen, I know he’s probably a pain in the ass–stop yelling, Rozy, I’m talking to your girl, you’re being really fucking rude right now, man–but please, please don’t ever break up with him again, okay? The man is a fucking nightmare without you.”
“Nightmare!” Chimes in another voice, there and gone again too fast for Shane to take a guess at who it is.
“Seriously, I thought he was gonna kill us all,” Carmichael continues cheerfully. “We were even holding prayer meetings that you’d take him back. Man’s a wreck without you, seriously, even worse than usual. He-oh, sure, here you go.”
“Jane, you have to stay with him, okay?” Comes the voice of what Shane is pretty sure is the team’s rookie. “I’m too young to die.”
“He’s too young to die!” Repeats Carmichael’s voice in the background. “He’s only eighteen! He’s a baby! You want a baby’s death on your conscience, Jane?”
“They’re telling the truth,” comes what Shane thinks is Victor St-Simon’s voice. “Listen, for the good of us all, you have to stay with him forever, okay? Or at least until he retires and can’t kill us all because he is horny and lonely and in his feelings about it. Make him give you our numbers and then just text us if he gets on your nerves, alright? We’ll beat him up and send you some flowers with his credit card or something. You just have to promise to never leave us alone with single Rozy agai-ow, fuck!”
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Shandry's Third @shaneybaby
uhhh so im on r/shanehollander rn and some guy is claiming to have cloned shane’s dad’s phone and uploaded it to the internet?? has anyone else clicked on this link will it give me a virus if i do
7:03 P.M. | 12 Jan 2018 | 135.1k retweets | 232.1k likes
Shandry's Third @shaneybaby
okay I googled his dad and he’s a 52 year old forensic accountant who thinks fashion peaked with ralph lauren polo shirts. am I enough of a hollander simp to risk my laptop just to look through the phone of his dad who acts like sandals and bermuda shorts are a risqué choice. yes.
7:04 P.M. | 12 Jan 2018 | 137.1k retweets | 235.9k likes
Shandry's Third @shaneybaby
oh my god his password for everything is ShaneHollander24. pov you love your son so much that it compromises your bank account
7:04 P.M. | 12 Jan 2018 | 143.7k retweets | 250.7k likes
Shandry's Third @shaneybaby
HOLY FUCK
7:19 P.M. | 12 Jan 2018 | 337.1k retweets | 413.3k likes
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Hollander’s skates leave the ice.
He jumps over Marleau’s prone body, landing hard on his left foot. As it starts to give out under him, he throws his stick up just in time to catch the puck on its blade before it passes the goal line.
ANNOUNCER 2: “IS HE—“
Hollander pivots his body hard and whips the puck back towards the Raiders’ goal. It soars across the entire rink’s length like a rocket and slams into the corner of the net. The Raider’s goalie looks behind himself in shock.
The crowd explodes.
ANNOUNCER 1: “OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD.”
Hollander’s leg gives out. He lands hard on the ice. The camera zooms in on his face. He looks stunned.
In the stands, the audience begins to scream his name.
ANNOUNCER 2: “WHAT WAS THAT? WAS THAT—DO WE EVEN CALL THAT A GOALIE GOAL?”
ANNOUNCER 1: “I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I’M GONNA CALL THAT HISTORY. THAT WAS—“
Hollander tries to clamber to his feet. Before he can fully stand, his teammates swarm him.
ANNOUNCER 2: “You should feel it in the stadium tonight. It’s—”
ANNOUNCER 1: “Oh it’s electric.”
ANNOUNCER 2, laughing: “Shane Hollander is not a popular man in Boston but I don’t think there’s anyone here who isn’t cheering for him right now.”