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    Shane says, “You don’t wanna go raw?”

    Ilya drops the box of condoms. Looks at Shane. Shane looks back.

    “What?”

    “Do you want me to commit a felony?”

    “I think public indecency is usually a misdemeanor.”

    Ilya tries to bite him through his shirt.

    “Ow, ow, Ilya, stop that-”

    Ilya and Shane are thirty-five, married, and living their best happily ever after—until the plane they're in falls out of the sky and they wake up back in 2009. Of course they fuck about it.

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    12 Jul 2026

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    The hockey world is shocked when #1 draft pick Ilya Rozanov backs out of the NHL last second and opts to play for the KHL in his home country. Nobody knows why, and he leaves North America without comment. So Shane does what any kid with a crush did in 2010.

    He emails him. 

    Or; the Hollanov epistolary email fic

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    12 Jul 2026

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    Most people know that famously superstitious Shane Hollander repeats any pregame routine that takes place before a playoff win.

    It's probably best they don’t know that routine includes his sex life with the opposing captain.

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    11 Jul 2026

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    It’s strictly a business trip. Ilya’s her client, not her friend, and they have meetings with Porsche. She’ll probably see him for a few hours here and there, and she’s content to amuse herself for the rest of the time.

    Ilya seems to regard her trip differently.


    Ilya Rozanov: Have you heard of Berghain?
    Yuna: No, what’s that?
    Ilya Rozanov: Berlin cultural institution
    Ilya Rozanov: Bar and art and music
    Ilya Rozanov: Very iconic
    Ilya Rozanov: I think you will like it
    Ilya Rozanov: I go with my friend a bit later
    Ilya Rozanov: Come to dinner with us, then come for drink?

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    10 Jul 2026

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    "Fucking moron." Cliff mutters. "Who doesn't like eating pussy? Well. I mean." He darts a glance out of the corner of his eye.
    Rozanov chuckles into the mouth of his beer. "Marley, you know how much pussy I've eaten?"
    "I just meant--I wasn't trying to be insensitive. I know Hollander's gay."
    "Mm. True, Shane would cry." He tilts his beer into his mouth then, so Cliff almost doesn't hear him say, "Different for him with cock, though."
    Cliff laughs. "You're a fuckin' dog, Rozy."
    "Whaaat? I'm just saying, my husband? Fucking lo-o-ves to suck cock. Loves it."

    Cliff is just trying to be a good friend. He's not realizing anything about himself at all.

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    04 Mar 2026

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    Hollander sighs and turns his face just far enough that Cliff can see how tightly squeezed his eyes are. He takes a fortifying breath. "Ilya and I talk during sex. We, um, talk about our days and hockey and like, the weather?"

    "You make it sound so boring," Rozanov scoffs. "Yes, today was rainy, please fuck my ass. This is not how it goes."

    "It's not not how it goes," Hollander mumbles, and then he and Rozanov are having one of their telepathic moments that Cliff has gotten pretty used to seeing on the ice and during team meetings. Hollander sits up and shuffles his hands over themselves on the table top. "Not today was rainy, please fuck me. But, y'know. I liked the smell of the rain, so please fuck me. That kind of thing."

    "Mm." Rozanov raises a hand to touch Hollander's cheek. "Yes, this is more accurate."