cloche || hollanov, 10.5k, magical realism, G
"What's happening?" asks the lone Raiders fan that Shane has found himself next to, a young woman with St. Simone on the back of her black and gold jersey. Her friend, a handsome woman in Metros' blues, explains, "Une malédiction. A curse." Her Québécois accent lifts the ends of her sentences into a lilting melody. "Oh." The Raiders fan frowns, concerned. "Does someone have it out for Hollander? Shouldn't sporting arenas be protected against that?" Her friend laughs. "It's Centre Bell itself who has it out for Hollander. You've never heard the story about the TD Garden trying to eat Magic Johnson?"
Or; The Bell Centre carries a hundred years of hockey and all of its grudges. Ilya must traverse its depths to save Shane.
(The fic where hockey and Montréal love Shane back)














