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    The queer NHL players (begrudgingly) unite via group chats in the face of social media scandals.

    These stories take place on a (slightly loose) chronological timeline and make the most sense when read in order. However, they're all independent stories/scandals and can be read as standalones.

    All stories take place post TLG and include spoilers for the books.

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    12 Mar 2026

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    Shane wears Ilya’s jersey....and Ilya? Ilya short-circuits so hard he nearly forgets how to stand.

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    12 Mar 2026

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    10 Mar 2026

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    Ilya brought a polaroid style camera to the cottage, because they have no pictures of each other. Always deleting whatever they might send in texts. So let's preserve some memories to keep in a secret stash!

    “You… brought a camera?”
    “Yes.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I don’t have pictures of you.” He grabbed the fresh picture the camera had spat out and waved it a little in the air. “These can be ours, secret. No digital files. And I can’t keep looking at your Calvin Klein ad in GQ anymore.”

     
    A series of vignettes for each photo taken.
    Each photo is its own chapter (except for two vignettes that will have two shots each).
    Varying lengths and ratings. Some chapters are explicit.
    Actually, if you just want a 2600 word smut fic, skip straight to chapter 8. I won't even be mad.

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    10 Mar 2026

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    Dean rubs his soulmark every morning.

    The lines of Enochian that swirl around his left shoulder throb like a bruise, but the pressure of having his palm on it seems to help. By a few minutes after he wakes up, the burn of it has settled to a low, achy, constant pulse.

    But he closes his eyes, puts his hand on it, and says, “We’re coming for you, buddy,” anyway.

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    14 Feb 2026