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my momsold me to Scott Hunter, a Shane Hollander fanfiction by luulapants, mockspeed
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
04 May 2026
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Oh my god, I didn't know there were any copies of this left on the internet. For those who don't know, this is like. This is a foundational text of hockey RPF. This is from before hockey RPF was really a thing even. It's from the mid-aughts and wasn't posted to a fanfiction website. Instead, OP dropped this insane RPF manifesto onto a normal ass hockey fan forum (which no longer exists) then deleted their account like two days later. Just handed this to a bunch of jocks and hockey bros and dipped. Legendary shit. Like, I don't think this kid even knew what fanfiction was, the fucking hand of god just compelled him to write about being an MLH player's sex slave and show it to the world. I pray every day that this insane child actually made it to the MLH and got to meet Scott Hunter.
So maybe Shane had a little crush on Scott Hunter in his younger years. So maybe he anonymously posted online about it once. So maybe it had become an internet legend and a running joke in the MLH.
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06 Aug 2026
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God, Shane never wanted to be mad at him. He hadn’t wanted to continue it. He had wanted to play, too, to suspend reality and just let himself believe that this room was his whole world, that he could talk to Rozanov, play with Rozanov, that nothing else mattered. And the champagne in his blood, the looseness it brought to his shoulders, the ease it granted his brain made it so he could merely sniff in the extra moisture in his nose, blink away the wetness in his eyes, and look up at Rozanov like they were normal, like nothing else had been said. “Why would God take a call from you, Rozanov?” he had said, voice small but brave.
Rozanov had finally grinned, had let Shane see his beautiful teeth. Shane had wanted to be bit, in that moment, all over. “He knows me,” had been his response.
Shane had sniffed again, had looked down at Rozanov’s shoes, how one of them was gently stepping onto Shane’s foot. An anchor. “God’s not gonna take a call from you.”
“Hm. Why?”
His chest had felt warm. “Because you’re evil.”
or, Shane's drunk, and yearning for Ilya Rozanov is inescapable, and probably bad for him
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06 Aug 2026
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“More,” Rozanov grunts in English, but Shane is transfixed on the bead of sweat rolling down his temple, down to his tense jaw. “Say more, Hollander.”
“Mm, more–”
“No, more– Блять–”
“No more?”
“Ни хрена себе– Say more Russian, Hollander.”
or, Shane knows how to say about four words in Russian, and Ilya loses his mind
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06 Aug 2026
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i can take a little bit more by bee_slut
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
17 Dec 2025
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It starts out like a good night would. Shane pressing him against their bedroom wall, kissing alongside his jaw and his neck, it’s usually an indicator of when a good time is about to turn even better.
Except.
Today has been…off.
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06 Aug 2026
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You, and Me, and This Forever Thing by angeltaser
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
23 Jul 2026
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Once upon a time, Ilya had put a pretty girl in the passenger seat of his Porsche and fingered her while he pushed 120 down the interstate. He’d kissed drunk boys in seedy European clubs. He’d been impossibly hot, impossibly cool.
Moreover, he was impossibly ill-prepared for the dizzying experience of being Shane Hollander’s boyfriend. Because Shane was turning out to be a really good boyfriend, the kind that quietly handled expensive restaurant checks, the kind that made soup when he was sick and held open his coat for him.
Ilya basically had no choice but to get hard about it.
Or: a 5+1 of Ilya versus Shane’s boyfriendisms, told over the years.