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    “You wrote about us having sex while Hayden watches!”

    “Fictional us,” Ilya corrects. “Real us would never do that. Probably.” He pauses. “Unless …”

    “No!”

    Ilya Rozanov has always been competitive. But when his husband’s best friend starts calling a little too often, Ilya discovers a new arena for dominance: Archive of Our Own.

    Armed with a pseudonym that fools absolutely no one, explicit tags that would make a sailor blush, and a truly impressive commitment to pettiness, Ilya wages psychological warfare one kudos at a time. His weapon of choice? Extremely detailed fanfiction about why Hayden Pike will never, ever measure up.

    The problem? Hayden writes back.

    What follows is the most unhinged rivalry in hockey history: a battle fought not with fists or slapshots, but with comment sections, kudos, and increasingly creative ways to humiliate each other in front of thousands of readers. Featuring: footnoted statistics, educational sex advice, one very concerned wife, and Shane Hollander wondering what the hell he did to deserve this.

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    06 Jan 2026

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    Seungmin ignores him, smacking the folder onto the desk, flipping it open without looking, sliding it across the surface towards Minho. “It doesn’t matter. This was in the lease. You signed, right—” he taps the bottom corner, Minho’s initials perfectly legible. “Here.”

    “Excuse me?” Minho leans forward.

    “Paragraph nineteen subsection C,” Seungmin says, not even looking down as he recites the document word for word. “Lease is not voidable in the case of suspected paranormal activity.” He pounds his finger on the period.

    Minho laughs. A short, barked thing, completely disbelieving. “You’re kidding me.”

    “I’m really not,” Seungmin’s face pinches up into the sort of fake, squinted smile someone gives when they’re being an asshole. No remorse.

    (OR: Minho has ghosts, Jisung hunts ghosts)

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    07 Jun 2025

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    “Jeonginnie? Can you hear me?” he asks. Jeongin attempts to make himself nod. Jisung must understand, “Baby, you’re presenting. You’re going into heat. Okay? We’re going to figure it out.”

    Heat? No. Jeongin can’t be— no.

    He’s too old. He’s had no signs his entire life. Nothing to suggest anything other than what he is. A beta.

    (OR: Jeongin presents late, Hyunjin is more than willing to help, & they are certainly more than just friends afterwards.)

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    07 Jun 2025

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    Maybe it’s silly, as unremarkable as Jeongin feels— but he thinks he’d promise next years if it meant that his stranger would look at him and smile just one more time.

    He thinks if he were on a bench in a very crowded place, picking up bits of conversations, and watching people go by, he’d have a hard time not staring if his stranger were there. Of course, he’d never have the gall to say hello. He’s unremarkable, in the grand scheme of things. But he likes to admire the remarkable.

    Like beautiful men, and Jesus on the cross, and the way his heart picked up for a reason other than dread for the first time in ages.

    (OR: Jeongin meets Hyunjin on a Wednesday afternoon, and Jesus stays dead.)

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    07 Jun 2025

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    Jeongin grabs the milk from the fridge, drinking straight from the carton. He hears a door, turns just in time to see Hyunjin leading his latest conquest out, giggling when the guy smacks him on the ass as he goes. Jeongin rolls his eyes, shoving the milk back into the fridge and slamming the door to draw attention.

    Hyunjin’s lip is already curling when he spins around, arms across his chest. He’s wearing tiny little pink silk pajama shorts, a loose crop top. Jeongin blinks, bored.

    It genuinely infuriates Jeongin how hot Hyunjin is. Long legs, slender build. He has shoulder length blonde hair and a beauty mark right below his left eye. His lips are criminal, made to suck dick, if Jeongin had to put a description to them. The guy looks like he stepped out of a painting of the gods reveling in their fortune. Jeongin hates that about him.

    (OR: fortnite, frottage, and fucking the enemy.)

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    07 Jun 2025