Practice Goals (Marc-André Fleury x Reader)

                                    

                                          


                          
             
                          
"Put your skates on and come out here." Your boyfriend said after he skated up to the boards and pulled his mask off his. 
                          
You laughed from your side of the bench and leaned onto your arms. "It's a team practice, baby. I'm not a member of the team."
                          
Marc-André shrugged and spared a glance behind him at the ice. "Practice is basically over anyways. Come on and have some fun."
                          
You took a deep breath and shook your head no, but it was always so hard to say no to your boyfriend's bright smile. He was such a happy, smiley person and you wanted to do anything and everything to see that smile.
                          
"Please? For me?" He asked softly, still smiling hopefully.
                          
Before you could reply, Sid skated over. "What's going on?"
                          
You turned to that captain. "Somebody wants me to ruin practice by getting on the ice."
                          
Sid turned and looked at Fleury before shrugging and looking back at you. "Did you bring your skates? I mean, there's plenty of extra sticks around."
                          
Marc-André gave you a look that could only be describe as See? Now get your ass out here. 
                          
You sighed and nodded. "Fine, I'll go put my skates on..."
                          
Fleury high fived Crosby with a smile. "They're in the bag I brought to practice in the locker room."
                          
You nodded your head and went to put on your skates. 
                          
When you came back, Marc-André was back in net taking shots from his teammates while Sid waited against the bench for you.
                          
"Do you shoot right or left?" He asked. 
                          
"(Right/Left)." You replied and Sid gave you a stick.
                          
"What am I supposed to do exactly?" You asked him. You went to practice with Marc-André because you liked hanging out with the guys. They were all so nice and were like a big family. The last thing you expected was to be invited into the practice with your whopping 0% of experience to back you up. 
                          
Sid gave you a mischievous smile and you almost regretted asking him what you were supposed to do. "Well, how about we get you a goal on your boyfriend?" 
                          
You raised your eyebrow at him and started to laugh. You knew that wasn't possible. Marc-André was one of the best in the league and you really didn't have any hockey experience besides some road hockey as a child. 
                          
Sid raised his hand and flagged someone over. You turned around to see Kris skating over. 
                          
"Yeah?" Kris asked, bringing his hand up to his hip.
                          
"We're going to get her a legit goal on Flower." Sid said and Kris's smile turned devious. 
                          
"Yeah, of course. Can you take a pass?" Kris asked. 
                          
You nodded. "I think so, yeah."
                          
Kris and Sid nodded. "Good."
                          
"So, here's my plan," Sid said, putting his hand on your shoulder. "You're going to stand with the pile of pucks and keep shooting at him to keep him expecting you to be coming from the same angle, then we're going to start shooting on him to overwhelm him and then we'll start passing to you, cool?"
                          
You nodded. "Okay."
                          
The three of you broke up and you moved towards the mentioned pile of pucks and Kris and Sid moved to the other side of Marc-André. 
                          
"I don't like whatever the three of you are planning!" He called once the three of you got closer to him.
                          
"Then why'd you call me onto the ice, baby?" You called back with a smile and started to fire some shots at him. Unsurprisingly, you missed the net or he easily stopped them. 
                          
The rest of the team stopped and let the two of you go. Then, Sid and Kris started to fire some hard shots at Fleury which caused him to yell. "What the fuck are you doing to me?!"
                          
You, Kris and Sid laughed and continued to shoot some shots at him, leaving him to try to stop the shots of you and two players at the same time, which wasn't overly hard since you weren't a threat and Kris wasn't really trying to score, just annoy him. His only real threat was Sidney, who really was trying to score on Flower. 
                          
Then Kris faked a shot and sent a pass to you and your boyfriend realized a moment too late that Kris's shot wasn't coming at him and moved back towards your side of the net, but not before you shot the puck and it slipped between his legs. 
                          
"Yes!" Kris and Sid screamed and came skating at you. 
                          
"I did it?" You asked, really not believing it. 
                          
Kris and Sid got up to you and sandwiched you between them. After patting you on the head, Sid pulled back and looked towards the team, most of them leaning on the boards or sitting on the bench. "Let's call it guys." Sid said and the other players nodded and started to get off the ice. 
                          
Kris smiled at you and patted you on the shoulder before skating towards the bench where he caught up with Fleury.
                          
"I let her score." Marc-André said to Kris.
                          
Kris laughed and patted Fleury on the shoulder. "I'm sure you did."
                          
"I did!" Your boyfriend cried to his friend as Kris walked off the ice, leaving you and him on the ice.
                          
"You're still an amazing goalie, baby." You said, touching his arm. "I love you."
                          
Marc-André pulled his mask off and smiled at you. "I love you, too. I'm glad you had fun."
                          
"I did, thank you."