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.
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