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Shane Hollander is a Slut by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, NHL Hockey Setting
2026-10-21
Shane Hollander comes out and unleashes Shane Hollander Hysteria across the NHL.
All-stars circle like it's free agency and he’s the only contract available.
DMs combust. Rival captains get bold.
Connections start forming faster than anyone can keep up.
The Metros couldn’t care less because Shane keeps dominating on the ice while getting fucked in multiple time zones.
It becomes the worst-kept secret in professional hockey: everyone wants their turn.
Or:
Shane Hollander comes out and discovers freedom can look like a lot of things.
Sometimes it looks like sex across time zones.
Sometimes it looks like queer community forming around him across the league.
Sometimes it looks like becoming the most confident version of himself he has ever been.
Shane Hollander is having a great time.
This fic is loud, messy, and sometimes a little ridiculous until it isn’t.Shane-centric.
Multiple partners/poly dynamics.
Character studies of many different men.
Finding queer joy and community.
Autism, mental illness, and different attachment styles.
Or as I like to say..
A slow emotional horror story inside a romcom porno.- Part 1 of Shane Hollander is a slut
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 551,139
- Chapters:
- 51/?
- Files:
- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #80154636
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you see through my eyes (‘cause you live in my brain) by niamhhhn
Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-08-22
Ilya’s voice dimmed, “Shane, what’s going on? Are you okay?” he sounded eager, but also sounded like that he would wait years if Shane even gave him one word in return. Shane aggressively shook his head, the hum only growing. “I need to-“ No. No, this wasn’t happening. He wouldn’t let this happen. Shane slowly sunk down to the kitchen floor, feeling the nooks in the drawers of the counters scratch against his back while his eyes shut tightly. He wasn’t going to cry. He wasn’t a fucking baby. Shane was strong. And he was strong enough to make this stop. OR: Shane Hollander experiences a meltdown infront of Ilya.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,165
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #91139036
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Built For The Ice, Not The Lights by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-20
His heartbeat was too fast. His chest felt tight. The microphone foam brushed his knuckles and the texture was suddenly unbearable, coarse, wrong. Too loud. Too bright. Too close. Too much. He needed space. or After an intense game and overwhelming post-game media scrum, Shane hits sensory overload and has a meltdown. Ilya finds him hiding away and stays, grounding him through it and reminding him he doesn’t have to handle everything alone. The worst part wasn’t the game. Shane could handle the game. The game had rules. It had structure. It had the clean geometry of the rink, the crisp bite of steel on ice, the predictable rotation of shifts. Even when it was chaotic, it was a chaos he understood. Pucks moved in patterns. Bodies angled in lines. Systems nested inside systems. Shane had been mapping them in his head since he was a kid. Media Day did not have rules. Or rather, it had too many. “Just be yourself,” the PR woman had said with a bright smile that hurt to look at. “Relax. Smile. Keep your answers light.” Be yourself. Relax. Light. The hallway outside the locker room was already too loud. Reporters clustered like birds, their voices overlapping in sharp bursts. The lights from the camera rigs were brighter than usual, hot and white and relentless. Someone had turned the music up in the dressing room, bass thudding through his ribs. Shane stood at his stall, fingers curled around the edge of the wooden bench. He tried to catalog sensations the way his therapist had taught him. Too bright. Too loud. Fabric itchy at the back of his neck. The elastic in his compression shirt digging into his ribs. Sweat cooling too fast along his spine. He inhaled for four counts. Held for four. Exhaled for four. “Hollander!” someone called. “You ready?” He nodded automatically. He was always ready. Except today his skin felt like it was two sizes too small. The game itself was brutal. Fast, punishing, every hit to his body landing harder than it should. It was the kind of rivalry matchup that fed headlines for weeks. Shane scored once, assisted once, and blocked a shot that left a bruise blooming across his thigh. He played well. He played the way he always did, precise, relentless, methodical. But the crowd was louder than usual, a constant wall of noise pressing against his skull. Every whistle shrieked. Every horn drilled straight through him. When he sat on the bench, the smell of sweat and rubber and ammonia stung the back of his throat. By the third period, his thoughts had started to fragment. Too loud. Too bright. Too much. He missed a pass he would normally make without looking. His stick felt wrong in his hands, the tape uneven. His gloves were damp and suffocating. When the final buzzer sounded and the arena erupted, the sound didn’t feel like celebration. It felt like an explosion. They won. Someone clapped him on the helmet. “Media’s gonna love you tonight, Hollander.” The thought made his heart sink just a little. The hallway afterward was worse. The lights hadn’t dimmed. If anything, they were harsher. Microphones were thrust toward his face, logos flashing. Questions overlapped, voices stacking on top of each other until he couldn’t separate them. “Shane, talk about that second-period goal—” “Was that set play something you practiced—” “How does it feel to beat—” “How much pressure did you feel coming into—” Pressure. He felt pressure everywhere. In his ears. In his teeth. Behind his eyes. He tried to answer the first question. He opened his mouth. The words did not come out in the right order. “I—uh—the play, it was—” The lights flickered slightly as someone adjusted a camera, and the motion snagged his focus. “We practiced—no, I mean—” Someone laughed softly, not unkindly, but it sliced through him anyway. His heartbeat was too fast. His chest felt tight. The microphone foam brushed his knuckles and the texture was suddenly unbearable, coarse, wrong. Too loud. Too bright. Too close. Too much. He needed space.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,604
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79941316
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Ilya didn’t know what to do. he reached out to touch Shane’s shoulder and the other flinched so hard that he hit his elbow into the corner of the side table. “okay.. okay. no touching, that’s fine. hey. let’s sit, okay ? Shane ? let’s sit down.” without touching, he managed to get Shane sitting on the floor with his back against the couch. Ilya sat opposite him, a safe distance away. the Canadian didn’t say anything. he hummed into the silence and pinched at his forearms to try and ground himself. ---- Shane Hollander has had diagnosed autism since he was a child but has never told anyone, not even Ilya. What happens when he's had a long day and has a meltdown for the first time in front of him ?
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 3,473
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79225366
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this, the tale of reckless love by justhockey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-10
He wasn’t ready for this. Maybe he never would have been, not in two, or five, or ten years. Maybe he would have spent the rest of his life holding this secret inside, not telling a single soul about the way his heart beats for his biggest rival. Or maybe, in a year or ten or once he’s retired, he might have come out publicly. Might have shared his truth with the world. But that was supposed to be his choice. To tell or not to tell, to hide in the shade or step out into the sunshine. It was supposed to be his decision, and now it’s been taken from him.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 7,437
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #79273551
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Three times Shane had meltdowns. Once when he's alone, then Ilya's first time seeing him have one, and lastly Ilya's umpteenth time, when he knows exactly how to help. Probably not book-canon (haven't read them), title from No Surprises by radiohead
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- English
- Words:
- 4,098
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79150546
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Shane is on the verge of a meltdown, and doesn’t tell Ilya. There are consequences.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77764216
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Shane felt a hot tear drip from Ilya’s face onto his own and shuddered under the weight of it. Of causing it. Of being loved enough to make someone hurt with your hurt. To be worthy of it. Or, Shane has an autistic meltdown after they fight. Ilya helps.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,444
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77653511
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Ilya is like his mother in the way that he plays with fireworks and skates on not quite frozen rivers. Shane often finds himself lost in translation. ~~~ An exploration of Ilya and Shane, their mental health, and their relationships
- Part 1 of mental health fics to exorcise my demons
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,869
- Chapters:
- 2/2
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77579841
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When Shane’s alarm didn’t go off and he loses the most important game of the season, the calm is after the storm and not before. Or. When Ilya asks Shane if he is ok and everything breaks, Ilya works to find a balance and make compromises.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,199
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #75556256