Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

Gen, M/M

Fandoms:

Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid

Relationships:

Shane Hollander & Yuna Hollander, Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Yuna Hollander & Ilya Rozanov, David Hollander/Yuna Hollander

Characters:

Yuna Hollander, Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov

Additional Tags:

Canon Compliant, Protective Yuna Hollander, Autistic Shane Hollander

Language:

English

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Published: 2026-02-18 Words: 1,973 Chapters: 1/1

Management Hollander (or, the apple did not run away from the tree)

Summary

Yuna has a lot of feelings about her son being gay, and feelings are best worked out in spreadsheet format.

Notes

Yuna’s son is gay.

She has a lot of feelings about this, almost none of which are Shane's problem, which means that she swears very loudly into a pillow and then rides David until both of them have come and her thigh muscles are screaming but her head is not.

She sleeps. And then she plans.

Most of these plans are also not Shane's problem, because it's not his job to know how most of her back-end management works. She will tell him anything he asks about how she manages his life, but most of the time he doesn't ask because he doesn't care. His job is to play hockey.

They need him with brands who will support him when he comes out, without letting the brands know that that is a concern of theirs. He needs to not only not be dropped when he comes out, he needs to be supported. Uplifted. He needs more people coming to him once he comes out.

She already has a database of what other athletes and celebrities each current or potential brand works with along with their key information, so it's not difficult to pull together a list of brands that work with openly 2SLGBGTQI+ celebrities.

There are a few that may need dropping, or at least some real contract negotiation, some of which will depend on the time horizon over which Shane will want to come out. The longer until then, the better the contracts will be.

A few potentials get bumped up to likelies, and she marks them in her database and sends herself a note to do a more thorough review.

Most of them are pretty good, though, all things considered. It's increasingly declassé to be openly homophobic, so most brands do at least ostensible rainbow capitalism these days, and she already selects for more progressive brands because they're less likely to be racist towards Shane.

Rosanov’s deals definitely need work, and she makes another note to herself to convince him to get her in touch with his manager, or at least to let her make him a list to bring to said manager.

It's not like Shane doesn't have enough money for multiple lifetimes, but the idea of someone living off of her son's money puts a sour taste in her mouth.

She’s going to wait to pull together a list until he agrees, but then it's four in the morning and she's still awake, so it's not like there's really a better use for her time at that point.

Yuna has a lot of feelings about her son being gay, and feelings are best worked out in spreadsheet format.

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The next time Shane brings Rosanov over, Rosanov looks a little less like he thinks he's about to be shot, and Yuna feels a little less like Shane is going to run out of the house and all the way back to Montreal if she says the wrong thing, so she says, “Let's talk about a plan.”

Shane goes wide-eyed.

David, on his way out the door to go pick up groceries, sighs.

And Rosanov…

Rosanov laughs delightedly. “Ah, the famous Hollander planning. Is one of my favorite things about Hollander.”

Shane rubs his face, but he sounds fond when he says, “The fact that I actually make a list when I pack a bag—”

“We are not traveling to Sahara,” Rosanov says, in the tone of an old joke. “Even New York has toothpaste.”

“But why would I buy—”

“No, no, I want to hear Mother Hollander's plan,” Rosanov says, clapping a hand over Shane's mouth. Shane pushes him away, and he goes, but their eyes are laughing.

Yuna can't remember the last time she has seen Shane look this freely happy.

He's always been a reserved child, tucked away inside himself. Some of the more racist commentators have speculated that it’s him being part-Japanese, as though cultural teachings are hereditary and Japanese people never feel emotions, but it's just—Shane. 

Some of it is the autism they never got him a diagnosis for, first because it didn't occur to them and later because it would hurt his career chances (she and David fought over this, long and loud and always when Shane was away, and she knows that she was right but she thinks David was too), but personality can't be pathologized that way.

“I'm glad you're happy,” Yuna says, then moves on before Shane has to figure out how to respond to that, because she knows her son well enough to know he would rather spontaneously combust than articulate an emotion most days. “I've been reviewing your brand deals, and most of them should be safe, though I have a list of likelies and drops for you whenever you have a chance. The real question is whether the goal is simply maintaining deals or if it's crafting a specific narrative to drive those deals. Scott Hunter has left a lot of room in the narrative, still, and you can capitalize on that if you want, focus on more gay-friendly brands, or we can prioritize existing and new brands that will stick with you.”

Shane blinks at her like a deer in headlights, and she knows he's still processing, so she turns to Rosanov and says, “I have a list for you of brands that fit your personal image that may be good bets. I'm happy to give it to you to pass along to your manager or pass it along to them myself if that's easier for you.”

She probably should know who his manager is, but she just knows his agent, some Russian old-guard type of guy who has always seemed like a bit of a dick.

“I, ah.” Rosanov blinks at her, apparently at a loss for words, and she realizes she may have been speed-talking again, maybe too fast for him to easily parse. But then he says, “I don't have manager, just agent. And he does not, ah. Know.”

Yuna writes down get Rosanov a new agent.

“I can just walk through the list with you, then,” she tells him. “I prioritized brands that align with your usual style—cars, cologne, vodka, the more European vibe—but you can let me know if I need to adjust.”

“Mom,” Shane says, at the same time Rosanov says, “You do not need to, ah. I am okay.”

“Your brand deals are fine, I'm sure,” she reassures him, though she's not entirely convinced. “But looking forward, the priority should be deals that you know are safe when you come out.” Managing Shane's portfolio is a full-time job, but honestly adding Rosanov's probably wouldn't be that much more work, and then she wouldn't have to coordinate with anyone.

She makes a note to add a column in her database for tracking Rozanov’s deals, then makes another note that she may need a whole separate tab to track his, and then she looks up to see Rozanov staring at her like she's something he's never seen before, wonder and awe and terror.

“Holy shit,” he says finally. “There is another one.”

Shane drops his head down on Rozanov’s shoulder, and Rozanov lifts his other hand to rest it on Shane's hair, automatic, like not touching him isn't even an option.

Yuna's heart hurts a little, watching them.

“You are like management Hollander,” Rozanov says, smile spreading across his face like the sun rising. “You are just Hollander but with brands instead of puck.” He shakes Shane a little. “Solnyshko, why have you been hiding management Hollander from me?”

Shane lifts his head up to blink at Rozanov and ask, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Keep up, Hollander,” Rozanov says impatiently, still grinning. “You are being replaced in my heart with new Hollander.”

Shane jerks upright, looking between Yuna and Rozanov with something like betrayal on his face. “Are you hitting on my mom?” He demands indignantly.

Yuna covers her mouth and tries very hard not to laugh at him.

“Yes, yes, I am throwing you away, and me and Mother Hollander will, what is it, sbezhal—”

“Elope,” Shane fills in automatically.

“—yes, yes, elope, and Twitter will congratulate me on stealing my rival's mother, and Sveta will have to come console Father Hollander.”

Yuna is actually laughing now, and Shane gives her that same betrayed look even as he demands, “Why is your friend seducing my dad in this scenario? Why are you seducing my mom? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“No, no, I am—” Rozanov is laughing now too, and so is Shane, even though he looks like he's trying so hard not to. Rozanov swoops forward to give Shane a quick kiss, laughing harder when Shane shoves him away. “Mother Hollander is just like you, lyubov’ moya. The apple does not, how do you say it, it did not run away from the tree. Instead of apple it is just second tree. Hockey tree.” Still smiling, he looks back at her. “But I am okay, Mother Hollander.”

“You could be better, though.”

Rozanov opens his mouth like he's going to argue, then stops, and something more serious settles on his face, like he's really considering what she's saying.

From next to him, Shane says, “She'll make all the lists and stuff anyway, even if you say no.”

Rozanov looks at Shane and then back at her, and then he asks, “Why?”

There are a lot of answers, but Yuna was ready for this question, so she gives the one that seems most important: “Shane loves you, and he doesn't like to give up the things he loves.” She smiles at Shane to make sure he knows this isn't an insult when she says, “He's selfish like that. It's one of my favorite things about him. He doesn't love many things—hockey, his family, Canada”—in that order, with Canada a distant third—”and now you—and he has never learned how to give up the things he loves. I don't want him to. I don't want him to have to. When he stops playing hockey, I want it to be on his terms, his choice, and I want him to be able to keep every part of hockey that he wants to when he's done playing. If that's coaching or commentating or just watching it on TV.

“And he loves you, which means I want him to be able to keep you, on his terms—on both of your terms—and both of your choices. I want him, you, to thrive together, to win together, and to keep hockey together, on your terms.

“I'm selfish, Rozanov, like my son. I don't like letting go of the things I love. And if you're with Shane then you're one of mine. 

“Also your agent sucks and I think you should get rid of him.”

Rozanov chokes out a laugh, and Shane looks like he's about to start crying, and Yuna has a horrified moment to think she said too much, went too far, before Rozanov says, “I changed my mind, I am eloping with Mother Hollander after all. Much more romantic Hollander.”

“You dick,” Shane says, but he sounds sniffly. “Mom, I—”

Yuna waves it away, because she is a lot like her son and would rather stop talking about emotions now, please and thank you. “Anyway, we'll have to figure out timing and such, but Shane, I'll send over that list to you today—you don't need to make any decisions today—and Rozanov, just let me know what you decide.”

“Ilya,” he says hoarsely.

Yuna blinks at him. “What?”

“You can call me Ilya,” he says quietly, and then the seriousness fades and he grins and says, “If we are to elope, you should at least call me by my first name, da?”