Barred from his own locker room after a game against Boston, Shane shows up to the Bears room instead, hoping for refuge.
He gets that and more.
I keep reading this again and again and again. Im not even really ever looking for this fic, it just pops up from different searches (mostly from my never ending refreshing the search for the tag beta Shane).
And I still like everything about this. Maybe at this point, this is some kind of comfort fic for me. Probably. I think so.
Mint and Candied Oranges by ThePromptWasntThisLong (shredded_potato)
Three times Shane fucked himself on his foster father’s knot while he slept, and one time Ilya was awake for it.
The rules of their foster relationship were simple: don't ask about the blood, don't touch the guns, and definitely don't ride your alpha father's cock while he's blackout drunk.
Shane is very bad at following rules.
What the actual fuck.
Still. Way too good. Way, way, way too good.
The lights are too fucking bright right now by robbinscinquefoil
There really was no way he would have been able to break up with Shane tonight. He is a weak, weak man. He is a weak man who needs to get the fuck out of here before he goes back on Twitter and causes problems, or before he does something else insane like sniffing through Shane’s underwear drawer or running a reverent hand across his yoga mat. All around him is Shane Shane Shane and Shane is not here. Shane is at Montreal General Hospital in unknown condition, possibly alone.
Ilya is putting his shoes on before he fully realizes that he’s decided to go to the hospital.
Shane Hollander is carted off the ice after getting hit by Cliff Marlow. An exhausted and still-grieving Ilya Rozanov spirals, makes some stupid choices, and accidentally finds himself hanging out with his situationship’s parents.
The only thing Im gonna say is I really got hooked on Ilya's thought pattern. It got distracted and then he found the plot again but then something else happened. He is lost and then saving angel comes. Yeah.
Shane Hollander's Guide to Engineering a Championship by DistantStorm
“We have worked too fucking hard to lose to Vegas,” Roz snarls, slapping the C on his chest. He was probably aiming for the crest and not his letter, but he makes his point regardless. “You know what we were in September. Nobody believed we would make playoffs, not even with Hollander.”
(Alternatively: Shane wins the cup he was always going to win in 2020, albeit wearing a different colored jersey.)
This is a part of a series and the other parts are equally good and maybe you should read them in order. It matters a little. It just makes everything better really, doesnt really matter on the plot side, but like yeah. It makes better reading experience.
Anyways. Why I am blogging just about this one and not the others? Because this is what fanfiction is all about. It is sandbox you can play all your hearts out. You can do whatever you want, you can make anything to be new reality and it can make as much sense as you want. Seriously.
And thats it. Please. Go enjoy this and give the author all the love.
Contractual Obligations by feralpuckbunny
Level 1 bonds, at their core, are practical things. They are incredibly clinical, especially in the MLH. Injected with grade A suppressants to keep the bond controlled, exchanging scents as briefly as was manageable, a quick barely-there shallow bite to the gland on the omega's neck, paperwork filed with the league office after a full day of observations, and suddenly an omega is considered 'safe' to play professional hockey. The omega, now bonded, is considered less likely to 'disrupt team dynamics,' whatever that means.
Shane had been nineteen when Montreal assigned him to Gilbert Comeau.
OR: omegas are only allowed to play professional hockey if they enter into a contracted bond with an alpha on their team. Shane's alpha in Montreal is more than lackluster, but what can he expect? Though, maybe a little forewarning would have been nice, because Comeau suddenly wants him gone, and Shane soon finds himself being traded to what could be the worst possible outcome: Boston.
In a way I love this universe, I love the differences, how it works and how everyone is living in it. But at the same time I fucking hate it, how shitty Shane's life is and how just fucking awful it is. Those two can exist at the same time.
Also, my biggest fear here was that this was gonna end too soon. And it ended too soon. I would love to read how this continues and how their bond forms. But I get it, I get how perfect this ending was. It showed everything you needed, gave you change to dream about their happily ever after.
But the thing. The thing with Shane and how Montreal had fucked over him. You could see it, hear it, taste it, feel it. Whatever. It was there, it showed at every point and was just perfectly there. Just. I love everything about it.
This fandom has destroyed my hate for abo fics. Seriously.
