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    Ilya picks up on the third ring, breathing heavily into the phone. Shane hears a door slam shut through the device. “Do not yell at me.” 

    Shane stares at the half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table. “You suck.”

    “I suck? I scored hat-trick! In your stupid body! I have not eaten in six hours, Hollander. I have not pissed. I have not laid down. I want to go home.” 

    “Rozanov–” 

    “Your mother has called twenty times. Your manager has called thirty times. Your father text me picture of crossword puzzle and ask for help. Clue is about American President from the 1980s. I cannot help!”

    OR: the hollanov bodyswap fic. 

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    23 Feb 2026

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    how to resolve a miscommunication trope in one easy step: switch bodies!! SO GOOD because they're forced to confront the most intimate parts of each other. also very funny and satisfying (ilya's convo with hayden cracked me up, among other things)

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    Shane works in IT.

    Ilya’s computer always seems to be fucked up.

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    20 Feb 2026

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    "No," Ilya says and then goes silent, the quietness passing for a few seconds. "Do you, ah… Have plans for dinner? Tonight?"

    "Yeah. I meal prep every Sunday so I don't have to worry about dinner when I get home." Shane pauses, furrowing his eyebrows. "And it's Thursday. I try not to eat out on weekdays."

    "Ah. Okay," Ilya says, following it up with nothing else.

    shane is so oblivious, but ilya loves that autistic man HJAHSHA they're both idiots in love!!

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    Every Boston Raider knows that although their captain has a girl in every port, he’s got a soft spot for the one in Montreal. Dr. Shane Hollander knows it’s better to have a semi-regular source of casual sex than try to make a relationship work during residency. Ilya Rozanov knows that the doctor he’s fucking in Montreal is unaware that he plays hockey, and in fact probably thinks he’s Bratva.

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    14 Feb 2026

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    What sort of meetings, Shane had finally asked, and Ilya had felt settled enough to say, “Annoying ones. I will be—ah, what is English word for when you have most money and biggest dick, so everyone must do as you say?”

    ilya's inner monologue here is so funny!! i love the idea of an alternate universe where shane became a doctor instead of a hockey player, yet they find each other anyway <3

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    “Well, you are getting something from me. Two things actually: Life-changing sex skills and an opportunity to fuck me—”

    “—Oh, give me a break—”

    “—But,” Ilya says. “What am I getting out of this?”

    “The opportunity to f-fuck me,” Hollander snaps, and yeah, a pretty fair point.

    ilya is failing a class, shane is failing at exploring his sexuality. despite their seven-year-long animosity on the ice, they turn to each other for guidance. a deal is struck.

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    22 Feb 2026

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    holy YES! THE heated rivalry fic of all time!! the fic and storyline is incredibly well-written, like wow. the themes are gripping and realistic, so much that i found some painfully relatable. the sex is HOT, both because it's filthy and emotionally intense. each chapter feels like getting hit by a truck.

    this fic emphasizes their "rivalry" so well... it doesn't hold back in exploring both shane and ilya as flawed yet compelling people!! plus, i love how involved the rest of the characters are in this, and how they contribute to both of their character arcs. both shane and ilya feel so human, complex, and real and i can't wait to see how they'll grow <3

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    “Holy shit, dude,” Hayden whispers, too loudly, as he pulls Shane away. “No way you were just talking to Ilya Rozanov.”

    “Uh, yeah. We just met. Wait, did he lie to me?” Shane asks, looking back over his shoulder where Ilya is now standing next to a short but very muscular woman with long black hair. “What does he play?”

    Hayden stops, so Shane does too.

    “You don’t know who that was?” 

    Shane makes a face that says ‘no shit’, and waits for an answer. 

    “Dude. You are so innocent. Ilya Rozanov, ‘Russia’s Greatest Love Machine’?” Hayden says, like it’s obvious. 

    Shane looks at him blankly, and then Hayden laughs. Not like, a chuckle. He full on cackles, bending over like he can’t even contain it. “Man, he’s like prolific.”

    “At what?” Shane snaps, because he’s getting really sick of not being in on the joke. 

    “He’s a porn star, man.” 

    “A-” Shane says, swallowing thickly. “What?” 

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    Ilya is a porn star, Shane is a hockey player, and their paths cross.

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    13 Feb 2026

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    SO SPICYYYY HOLY!!!! who knew sexting could get me going but this fic does it amazingly