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    "He opens his mouth, trying to find the right words. When he does, he nearly chokes on them. They come up quiet, weak, shameful. But they come anyway.

    'It’s not fair.'"

    or; Luca is young and queer and out, and Shane is jealous. He and Ilya work through those feelings.

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    11 May 2026

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    “Thaddeus cancelled. But he sent a replacement.”

    Harry’s stomach sinks. He’d really been looking forward to sucking Thaddeus’s cock and coming inside of him, but, at this point, it really doesn’t matter what sort of hole he fucks, as long as it’s hot, slick, and properly outfitted with protective Charms. He also wants to get fucked because that’s what this day promised to bring.

    “You know I’ll fuck anyone, C,” Harry says, as if this needs saying. He supposes Cho needs the reminder since she’s all bent out of shape about a casting change.

    “Will you fuck anyone?” A shadow crosses the floor right in front of Harry. The words are a posh drawl, nothing like the lilt of Cho’s accent. “Anyone with an available hole? Because that’s what I’ve heard. You’re the village broom. Anyone who fancies a ride can use you whenever they like.”

    Harry’s head snaps up so fast there’s reverb in his neck. He blinks rapidly. This must be an illusion spell because sodding Draco Malfoy stands before him, wearing tight black trousers and a carelessly unbuttoned silk shirt in an irritatingly Slytherin shade of green.

     

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    Draco fucks Harry. Harry fucks Draco. They are porn stars. That's it.

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    10 Apr 2026

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    Shane lifts one eyelid again to look at Rozanov. His eyes are red-rimmed. Like he’s been crying. “Why…why aren’t you in Boston?”

    Rozanov’s brow furrows. “Why would I be in Boston?”

    “You, you’re captain. Raiders. Boston.”

    The room is silent except for the beeping of monitors.

    In 2023, Shane takes a bad hit on the ice. When he wakes up, the last thing he remembers is a tuna melt.

    There’s a lot to get used to.

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    04 Mar 2026

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    Shane now-the-bed’s-all-dirty Hollander might actually have a barebacking kink, who knew?

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    27 Jan 2026

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    “Wait, Mr. Raiders fan,” Rozanov calls.

    Constable Sullivan pauses.

    “I get a phone call, yes?”

    “Sure.” He pulls out his own phone. “Do you know the number?”

    Rozanov nods. The numbers all come out in a rush, as though he’s memorized it in one long string and can’t think of any of them separately.

    It’s a Montreal area code, the constable notes, as he types it in. As the phone rings, he puts it on speaker and asks Rozanov: “Who is it?”

    “Shane Hollander.”

    “Fuck off. Who is it really?”

    Or: in the midst of the Rose breakup, the Raiders win a game in Montreal. Unable to do what he normally does after Montreal games, Ilya goes out to a club, gets super drunk, and ends up getting picked up by Montreal police for public intoxication. Sitting in a holding cell, the only number he can remember is Shane's.

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    27 Jan 2026