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i'm a stranger in this town, you're free with me by p3tekey_lvr
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
20 Feb 2026
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He caught his lip between his teeth, trying too hard not to think as thinking would put an end to their conversation. “You know the hotel that they usually put away teams in?” This was a bad idea.
Kaprizov just nodded beside him, so he continued, “I’m in room 1012. I’ll be back by ten.”
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“You actually came,” was the first thing he said to him off the ice.
“And you actually gave me right room number.”
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21 Feb 2026
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he never wanted to be a god. hockey was a language to him, more proficient in it than french by leaps and bounds, but it was not a form of religion. it was something spoken and everchanging, developing under his feet and sitting on the tip of his tongue, new and beautiful.
(a fall from grace and into another)
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18 Feb 2026
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There are many ways in which Kirill reminds Quinn of the sun, the most obvious right now being his irresistible pull. Quinn cups Kirill’s face in his hands instead of trying to walk away; he just can’t help it. “C’mon, I’m done, let’s just leave. You can wait.”
Kirill has the nerve to pout, which Quinn has the nerve to find adorable. “Don’t wanna. Wanna kiss you now, here. Everybody gone, why not?”- Language:
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16 Feb 2026
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A short what-if: the Wild are a bit more homophobic than canon and stumble across TikTok edits of Kirill and Quinn. Media department freaks, management is cautious, and the boys have to decide how much of their life is anyone else’s business.
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16 Feb 2026
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Quinn takes a moment. “Kirill… are you…” he trails off. Kirill’s breath is heavy. It’s hard not to assume.
Kirill hums in question but it doesn’t come out low and sure like it usually does. It’s high and needy. He speaks then, a whiny “Quinny,” falling from his lips. Quinn can practically hear the pout in his voice. The unspoken request.
Shaking his head, Quinn sits up on the bed. “Kirill.” He warns. “I have no idea when Jack will be back.”
“We’ll just have to be quick then.” Kirill reasons.
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12 Feb 2026