“Van Eck!” shouted Kaz. “Your son is on that ship.”
Van Eck’s gaze snapped to Kaz. He blew his whistle. The Tidemakers froze, awaiting instruction. Reluctantly, Van Eck dropped his hand. They let the wave fall harmlessly, the displaced sea sloshing against the side of the Ferolind.
“My son?” Van Eck said.
“Wylan Van Eck.”
Do you think van eck was afraid that kaz instead of referring to wylan was referring to his unborn child?
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One thing I’ve seen happens in this fandom- and honestly sometimes in real life discussions about Hudson too- is that people end up flattening all POC experiences into one universal experience.
Race absolutely matters. Racism absolutely exists. But different racial groups are stereotyped in different ways, and those stereotypes can produce completely different social expectations.
For example, I’ve seen people criticize Rachel and Jacob for joking about Hudson being unintelligent because he’s a person of color. If Hudson were Black, I would understand that criticism more, because there is a long history of anti-Black stereotypes portraying Black people as unintelligent. But Hudson is Asian. Asian men are stereotyped in almost the opposite way. They’re often assumed to be intelligent, studious, and academically successful. The stereotype is still racist, but it’s a different stereotype. It doesn’t suddenly become an anti-Asian stereotype just because we’ve replaced “Asian” with the broader category of “POC.”
The same thing happens constantly in fanfiction with Shane.
A lot of writers portray Shane as being afraid to fight because he knows he’ll be judged more harshly than white players. I understand where that idea is coming from, but as a black person I’ve never found it particularly convincing.
If Shane were black, that analysis would make more sense to me. Black men are often stereotyped as aggressive, which means behavior that is considered acceptable from white athletes is often interpreted differently when black ones do it.
But asian men occupy a very different place in the racial imagination. They’re frequently stereotyped as passive, non-threatening, weak, nerdy, emasculated, etc. If racial stereotypes were influencing Shane’s approach to hockey, I could just as easily imagine the opposite dynamic: feeling pressure to prove he’s aggressive enough to belong. Maybe he’s fighting TOO much.
But that doesn’t make sense for Shane. He’s the league’s golden boy. He’s polite, media-friendly, and heavily inspired by Sidney Crosby. He’s a superstar. Fighting is often delegated to players lower on the depth chart whose role is specifically to provide physicality. Star players generally aren’t expected to be enforcers. Teams usually want their elite talent scoring goals, not sitting in the penalty box after dropping the gloves.
So Shane not fighting much doesn’t strike me as evidence of racial pressure. It strikes me as evidence that he’s Shane Hollander.
Crosby is a useful comparison here. For years, people mocked him for not being physical enough (and for talking to the refs too much). They questioned his toughness and masculinity. They called him “Crybaby Crosby” or “Cindy Crosby.” Fans edited photos of him in dresses or makeup. The criticism wasn’t really about hockey. The joke was that he wasn’t a “real man.”
And that’s a white player.
Imagine how much worse those conversations could become if the player in question were Asian.
That’s the kind of racial dynamic I could actually see affecting Shane, not him worrying about people thinking he’s too aggressive, but people questioning whether he’s aggressive ENOUGH.
There’s a good chance that if Shane fought exactly like many white players, he probably still wouldn’t be viewed as tough enough. Meanwhile, if a Black player fought exactly like those same white players, he might be interpreted as more aggressive.
People often criticize Rachel for not doing much racial analysis in the books. But sometimes fandom fills that gap with racial analysis that feels disconnected from both hockey culture and the specific stereotypes that affect different racial groups.
Not every POC experience is interchangeable.
A stereotype that affects Black athletes is not automatically a stereotype that affects Asian athletes. A stereotype that affects Latino athletes is not automatically a stereotype that affects Indigenous athletes.
If we’re going to talk about race- and we should- we have to talk about the actual racial dynamics at play, not just substitute “person of color” for a more specific analysis.
Sometimes no racial analysis is better than bad racial analysis.
In the background of the video clip, posted by a fan at the hotel breakfast just before Christmas 2018, Shane Hollander is talking on the phone. He looks tired but he's smiling, pushing scrambled eggs around his plate with a fork. "I saw, baby," he says. "No, definitely, no way that was slashing, I'm with you. You'll get them next time, though. Beautiful goal you got in the first, that was so fucking sexy. I can't wait to see you tomorrow. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Love you."
Which leads to a bit of an uproar because omg Shane Hollander has a girlfriend?? who plays hockey???? that's so on brand for him like. okay who was playing last night and got a goal in the first period, we need to find the woman who has Shane Hollander crooning into his phone like a lovestruck teenager. and the consensus lands on an unsuspecting and entirely unrelated CWHL forward who has never even been in the same city as Shane but the Internet is running with the story and there's journalists harassing her and Shane has to get his agent to call her agent so he can apologise for this mess and she's like, dude, I know it's not your fault, but Shane feels so fucking bad about it, you know?
And unfortunately it doesn't really let up as quickly as they thought because it's right before Christmas and isn't this a great story, fucking Hallmark movie shit, so a very unimpressed Leila (her name is Leila) has to look a reporter in the eye after her team just played a really good fucking game of hockey and everybody wants to talk to her about some fucking guy, you know? so she looks him in the eye and says, no, I am not dating Shane Hollander, I have never dated Shane Hollander, I will never date Shane Hollander, I am literally a lesbian. I have a whole-ass girlfriend. She plays for the Blades.
And Shane Hollander is so consumed by jealousy he almost chokes.
Assorted free-range headcanons about Hollanov at 45-55 years old:
Shane starts getting grays at 35, so by 45 he is a salt-and-pepper kING. It makes for a distinguished photograph on his memoir. He has a ghostwriter, obviously, how do you expect him to just sit and write all day? He writes the chapter about his and Ilya's rivalry though, only at the end of the chapter is he like "And we were married in the summer of 2021 with a honeymoon in Spain. He's the best person I know." after just a dry comparison of all their stats Pre-Centaurs.
One child. Boychild. Shane's genes and a Russian name. Conceived via surrogacy after Ilya retires first due to busted ass knee syndrome. Child enjoys hockey. Not great at it. Looooves playing the oboe in school band. Shane checks it out and AS IT TURNS OUT the oboe is a difficult, competitive instrument. They proceed with characteristic intensity, as if this was athletics. Son, you're gonna win at the oboe.
Ilya needs glasses. He just steals Shane's off his face and it's a whole ritual that ends in them kissing. Boychild is mortified every time they're trying to read a take-out menu.
Shane gets into hockey commentary/podcasting and is notoriously. Um. Not Nice. A lot of "What?? What did I say??" It's never personal though. Just about players' shitty game.
Ilya is Big. Chunky. He's glorious. Muscle that now has fat over it. Arms like tree trunks. Torso: round. 100% Naturalized Canadian Citizen Beef. Hair, everywhere. Shane must BITE to check it all out and make sure everything is in order.
Shane gets really into individual athletics- rock climbing, marathons before he also gets busted ass knee syndrome, biking, swimming, anything where it's like testing the limits of his body against himself. Ilya is like a "fifty push-ups every day keeps me in shape enough to fuck you right" kind of guy, but he joins in sometimes just to make Shane get furious with competition
New rookie/juniors player billeting every year once boychild goes to music conservatory so they build a whole separate wing for the youngsters so it doesn't interfere with empty-nest fucking
Once they hit 50 they do get up stupid early like old men do and have old man coffee shop time with David Hollander (professional boring old man) at their favorite diner. Shane really cherishes this time with his dad and makes it a point to do it as often as they can. Conversely, they build Yuna a mother in law house when David passes away (death comes for us all) and she becomes crazy hockey mom to all their rookies.
there's a theragun in every room of the house and trying to unfuck their various Busted Ass Issues becomes just another step in sex prep
Shane is terrorising the local birdwatching community
Ilya is personally if inadvertently responsible for at least four divorces among his kid's schoolmate's parents
every time they attend a Centaurs game they end up on kiss cam (which isn't even a THING Shane is convinced they do this just to fuck with him) and they always pretend to be reluctant and roll their eyes and oh, fine, if you insist *smooch* *deafening cheers*
they're not really famous anymore anywhere EXCEPT Ottawa, where they're very famous but everybody's kind of agreed to be chill about it and also now that they ACTUALLY have time to spare they're just like, doing stuff. so you get an excited insta post from somebody new in town like omg i think i just saw shane hollander at tim horton's??? and the comments are all "dude obviously he always gets a coffee and a box of timbits thursday afternoon, where else would he be"
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Shane writes hockey romance* novels in his spare time and publishes them under a pseudonym (John Dutch) and no one knows except his agent.
A wag somewhere picks one up and discovers the hockey is really accurate and well written from a technical perspective (plus it’s super hot) and convinces her boyfriend or husband or whatever to read it and then somehow it becomes popular among hockey players as a thing that’s kind of a gag but people are also seriously reading it.
Ilya is extremely confused that CLIFF is trying to convince him to read a book but figures he’ll give it a try. Fifty pages in, reading the book on the plane, he suddenly realizes he recognizes the sex scene.
He never says anything to Shane, but starts casually leaving Shane’s books lying around for Shane to notice during their hook-ups.
*i was going to go with ‘gay hockey romance novels’ but then realized cishet hockey romance novels would be objectively funnier
zane boodram and shane were in the same timbits hockey program, and their families are friendly. zane’s mom and yuna took a photo of them together once, and once with the whole timbits team.
fast forward to shane and ilya going to bood’s house for bbq, and those two obviously forgot they ever played with the other. so when cassie boodram was chatting to the wags about how cute bood was as a kid, ilya got to see the timbits team pic. and his eyes lit up as he ran out to shane (who was having a very casual conversation with harris) and bood, yelling “WERE YOU TWO ON THE SAME TIMBITS TEAM!??!?!!” shoving the photo to their faces. he also whipped out his phone to text yuna because shane in timbits uniform???? too cute!!!!
and that’s how they got sent a photo with bood all happy and smiley hugging shane and shane staring behind the camera at yuna with the tiniest politest smile. and ilya’s heart explodes.
later, harris made shane and bood take a photo (in centaurs uniform) together and posted a tiktok/twitter post with the caption “And when I'm back in Ottawa, I feel it” (end of beginning as bgm ofc) and it blew THE FUCK up. i’m talking shane hollander/zane boodram tag got 100 fics in a day.
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or - 1k of Ilya Rozanov wishing Shane Hollander happy birthday over the years. (for Shane Week Day 1 and also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHANE HOLLANDER!).
Shane received his first ever happy birthday text from Rozanov deep into the 2014-2015 playoffs.
Lily: do u have snap
Lily: i have present for birthday boy ;)
Shane scoffed. People around him were already shouting his name, trying to get his attention in the split second it had taken for Shane to check his phone.
Shane should ignore him. But as the dumb smile started to grow on his face, he knew already he wasn't going to.
Shane: fuck off im not downloading that brain dead app
Lily: ok
And then of course the next thing Shane saw was Rozanov's completely hard dick.
Lily: your present
Shane: oh my god. what the fuck is wrong with you.
Shane: freak
Lily: birthday boy should get what he want the most in the entire world. :ь <3 opportunity to ogle at my big dick <33333
Since Shane was pathetic, his heart, against all odds, had melted at Rozanov's words. What he wanted most in the entire world huh?
Shane: What "birthday boy" wants most in the entire world is to see the stupid look on your face when Montreal wins the fucking cup
Lily: ))) good maybe you can finally catch up 💨💨
Shane: oh FUCK YOU!!!!!
Lily: ❤️😘
"Hollander!" someone shouted.
"Coming!" Shane responded. It wasn't until he turned off his phone did he realize he'd been smiling the entire time.
****
Montreal eliminated Washington by Game 6 at 2016's Eastern Conference finals.
His teammates cheered all around him. "Hollander" became a rallying cry as they lifted him into the air, carrying him and showering him with sloppy showy kisses on the face when they set him down.
Yet, more than anything, Shane's adrenaline, his joy, made him zero in on his duffel, his phone--
He braced himself for the possibility that Rozanov didn't care. He braced himself for the possibility of an empty, quiet phone, and told himself to not let it ruin his victory.
Yet his heart sang anyway when he saw the notification.
Lily: good game. you always play beautiful.
Lily: happy birthday Hollander ❤️
Shane checked the time stamp. Rozanov had sent the text right after the game finished.
He had been watching the entire time.
The implicit confirmation of attention gave Shane an extra bit of confidence.
Shane: what. no dick pic this time???
Lily: oh. do you want?
Shane blinked. His thumbs hovered over the phone.
Shane: ... no.
No response. Shane didn't want the conversation to die here. He bit his lip, and charged forward.
Shane: .... do you want to... text... tonight though??? After I'm back from celebrating with the guys??
Lily: text?? 😏 about what??
Shane: dickhead. come on.
Lily: champions should know how to ask for what they want.
Shane grinned. His teammates chatter faded around him.
Shane: sext. i want to sext. happy???
Shane: i was trying to be coy because sext is a stupid word.
Lily: you schedule sext. very adorable. very boring.
Shane: shuttup.
Shane: ... i just want to make sure it's a sure thing. is all.
Text bubble popped up. Then dropped. Then popped back up again.
Lily: i am always a sure thing, Hollander.
Shane: LMFAO. don't be an asshole.
Lily: ... for your hole?????? i am ALWAYS sure thing ;)))))
Shane: 🙄 kys
Lily: 😘😘😘 see you tonite
Five months later Rozanov invited him to his house. He made him food, asked him to stay, and looked at Shane with nothing but adoration in his eyes.
Shane gasped all the things he couldn't admit to himself against his lips.
Ilya.
His name clung like heartbreak to Shane's lips, his tongue.
Shane wasn't stupid enough to do this to himself.
So he only had one option.
He ran.
He started dating Rose two weeks later.
****
In 2017, New York won the cup.
Scott kissed a man on TV.
Two days later, Shane celebrated his twenty sixth birthday.
It was a small affair. J.J. and Hayden dropped by his parents' house. Hayden brought Jade and Ruby with him, which put Shane in a good mood, even though Hayden kept looking apologetic when they shrieked and pulled the grass up on his parents' well manicured backyard.
"Thank god you're not their age anymore," Yuna groaned. David raised his beer in commiseration, and with a smirk Yuna clinked her wine glass against her husband's Heineken.
Shane was about to take a photo of the girls -- who looked precious in their fairy costumes and David-mandated Hollander birthday party hats-- to send to Ilya, when --
Lily: Happy Birthday Shane.
Shane felt his heart swell in his chest as he read the next couple messages.
Lily: I miss you.
Lily: ... I am excited for summer.
Shane smiled, unbelieveably fond. Instead of saying anything back, he sent the photo of the Pike children running around in his backyard.
He captioned the photo with another text.
Shane: us in July. lol.
Lily: .... we wear dresses and fools hats?
Shane: no. shit. like happy. and outside.
Shane: idk. it was a stupid joke.
Shane: forget it.
Lily: no, i am getting shane hollander alone in the middle of the woods. i want to see him in a pretry dreas
Shane: fuck you, asshole.
Shane bit his lip. He took a deep breath.
Shane: ... i miss you too.
Shane: I'm excited to see you.
Shane: I'm really, really happy you said yes.
****
In the 2017-2018 playoffs, Montreal knocked Boston out by Game 5.
When Ilya showed up at Shane's apartment not but four hours later, Shane dragged him through the doorway. The two of them grabbed at each other, Ilya not even letting Shane get to the bed before he pushed him down onto the floor and opened him up, the two of them panting ragged in each others mouths as Ilya lined himself up soon after and thrust once, twice. Too fast, too desperate, just as Ilya was about to come he grabbed Shane's dick and jerked him off, frantic and crazed, as the two of them finish, collapsing into each other.
They laid on that floor for what felt like hours.
"Hey," Ilya murmured. His hand was buried in Shane's hair. The two of them stayed wrapped up in each other on Shane's living room floor. "Happy Birthday."
The next part, quieter.
"I love you."
****
May 10, 2019
Lily ❤️: Happy birthday моя любовь
Lily ❤️: I miss you.
****
May 10, 2020
Lily ❤️: Happy birthday моя любовь
Lily ❤️: I love you.
Lily ❤️: I miss you.
****
They spend Shane's 45th birthday in Aruba.
"Ugh," Shane grumbles. He side-eyes a gay couple further down the beach from them with their tongues halfway down each other's throats. "Kids these days have no decorum."
Ilya sips loudly at a pink drink with an umbrella in it. "How dare they," Ilya drawls. "Do they not know is hockey legend Shane Hollander's birthday? Kiss somewhere else."
"Seriously," Shane scoffs, being entirely earnest. This makes Ilya laugh, a joyful sound that lifts Shane's mood. Shane cuts him a mischievious glance. "We should show them up."
Ilya raises his eyebrows. He says the next part in Russian. "Retirement has made you dangerous my love," he smirks. "You aren't scared tourists or papparazzi will catch us?"
Shane smiles at Ilya. In the glare of the setting sun, he leans in, winding his hand into the strings of his husband's board shorts. Ilya wraps his lips tighter, hotter, against the lip of his ridiculous straw, eyes hooded with intention.
"Who cares," Shane announces. "It's my birthday."
He whispers the next part against his husband's lips. "I can do whatever i want."
I don’t care for the framing of Ilya being the “favorite son” bc it’s uninteresting to me. It removes all complexity from the dynamic of this is your son’s career long rival that you have a lot of internalized feelings towards and expectations and notions of who he is and always has been. And actually! he’s been having sex with your son since they were Rookies. They only recently became exclusive and only during This first meal with you have they seemingly labeled it. Okay. Now go. Be normal about this. Be immediately loving and perfect without misstep. And you fail. Because nobody can do that pivot that fast and it be anything but a farce.
And that’s much more fleshed out and reasonable to me than David & Yuna being the perfect mother/father-in-law to Ilya without an intense learning curve.
I personally don’t HC Luca as a hardcore Hollanov shipper. I think he dabbled in Hollanov. I also think he dabbled in Ilya Rozanov/reader fics. But I think his main ship was Cliff/Ilya
Like, to the point that Luca is CONVINCED that Ilya only signed with Ottawa because he and Cliff had a messy break up. One day they all get drinks after a Boston game and they’re at a small table so Ilya’s practically sitting in Cliff’s lap while they laugh about old times. Luca’s watching intently, praying that they get back together
After Shane and Ilya are outed, he’s still convinced that Cliff is Ilya’s ex. It doesn’t help that Cliff comes to the wedding and keeps cracking jokes about Shane stealing “his boy”
Luca left the hockey rpf world behind when he got drafted (he looked at himself in the mirror on his draft day and said “rpfing gotta stop y’all”). But that summer, he gets very drunk and indulges in a 150k word Cliff/Ilya/Shane fic that tries to make sense of their love triangle. He gets a few chapters in until the writer mentions him in a scene and it takes him out of it. He drunkenly comments “u shdljld write a chapterr where they all pass arund Luca haas haha” before he falls asleep
shane & ilya & rose & svetlana go on vacation together and the other hotel guests and employees are super ??? about their dynamic because of how touchy they are with eachother.
shane and ilya will die if they’re not touching (“okay those two are definitely together”)
svetlana and ilya and rose go clubbing but shane goes to bed early and they come back to the hotel drunk asf, arms around eachother, dying of laughter (“oh so it’s a throuple?”)
shane and rose go on a sunrise hike and rose is leaning on shane and they’re casual huggers (“maybe those two are dating or is he cheating on the guy?”)
svetlana scolding ilya about wearing sunscreen in russian and he’s arguing back (“that sounds like wife yelling not friend yelling”)
svetlana and rose being super touchy and complimenting eachother a lot and doing eachothers hair (“oh lord they’re so hot together”)
they’re eating breakfast at the hotel and they’re all feeding each other and grabbing things for each other and “try the orange juice it’s so good” and “i got you coffee” (“i’m soooo confused maybe they’re poly?”)
svetlana and shane both playing with ilya’s hair and talking about hockey and ignoring ilya (“they’re not letting that poor guy speak”) - ilya is beyond happy
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There is a kid out there who did every single one of his school essays and projects and short stories and friendly introductions at the beginning of the year about Shane Hollander. He did his book reports on the books Shane recommended in interviews. He saved his money to buy that stupid cologne Shane advertised. He got a puck from Shane once at warm ups and he slept with it in his bed for three weeks. He writes his moms name on his stick tape because Shane did it first. He watches the Olympics in awe. He gets into fights with kids at school about whose a better hockey player and its Shane all the way, no matter what the other kids told him or what their moms and dads said. Shane is the best.
And this kid did not have a lot of friends. His teachers thought he wasn't very smart because he made everything about hockey. And they dismissed him when he struggled with math and reading. "if you could just put some of your hockey energy into school, then maybe you would get better." His classmates laughed at the hockey themed valentines day cards him and his mom had to hand make because nowhere was selling hockey themed valentines day cards. And they laugh at him when he repeats the same thing over and over about "getting pucks deep, pucks deep, pucks deep." When he would play all by himself on the yard pretending he was skating, picking up any big stick he could find on the ground, they'd push him around. "Can we play? We'll be defenders" and ram him and take his stick. And he'd just go through all the penalties they would have just gotten over and over again until he can calm down. He celebrated every birthday at the ice rink in his full hockey gear even though he didn't really have classmates showing up. Not for lack of invite.
And his parents try to steer him away from it. They try and watch new sports, they try and get him to watch kids shows, get into things kids his age like, but all he wants to do is watch reruns of the metros cup wins. Wants to wear his hat backwards with his black shirt because that's how Shane looks in the interviews. Memorizes the answers he gives in french even though this kid never learned french in school. And its useless. This kid is hooked and they just kinda have to ride this wave.
So when the announcement comes for the Game Changers camp, these parents do absolutely everything to get him there. They don't care what it takes, this is like a light for all of them really in the midst of all the bullying at school and the meltdowns at home and the obsessive routines that fall apart if even one thing is out of place.
And they explain to the camp that their boy might have a hard time. Might need some time to adjust. That he struggles with math, and reading, and can get caught up in all the rules sometimes. Preemptively trying to say "he's not a bad kid. he's trying his best."
So at the end of the first day, his parents are prepared for a meltdown. Its new, its a lot of kids, the rink can get loud and cold, and he doesn't always do well with transitioning out of hockey. He's hard to pull off the ice at home.
And they can see some upset under the surface when they arrive. He clearly doesn't want to go home. Thats no surprise.
What is a surprise is the way Shane gets down on one knee next to where the boy is sitting upset on the ground. He doesn't move to touch him. He just gets down and the two of them softly have a chat. The boy is tugging on his hair and nodding at what Shane says. And eventually he stands and the parents walk over to them.
"You must be the parents. Its good to meet you," Shane says softly. "I was just going over some things about tomorrow. So that way he would know the schedule."
And they can see their son isn't quite happy, still clearly exhausted. He'll nap in the car and be grumpy at dinner. But he is much more regulated than they expected him to be.
"And, I was telling him about my schedule when I go home. About getting some quite time, making sure I can decompress. I think that's what all good hockey players need, right buddy?"
"Right buddy," he repeats.
And for all the understanding that seems to be there, his parents are just grateful that of all the things their kid could have a special interest in, its Shane Hollander.
currently obsessed w the idea of hollanov rough housing and wrestling like ALL THE TIME
bc while yes they r sweet and soft and tender w one another they are also boys at heart and incredibly jock4jock
they’re running down the hallway with each other in a headlock after dinner w yuna and david laughing and pushing at each other until they accidentally knock a picture off the wall and yuna has to put them in a time out
two grown 6” tall , 200 lb professional athletes sitting in a corner pointing fingers at each other and blaming the other for getting them in trouble