This will also be a flash-forward from the previous hockey AU

-thefluffyotaku
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It was the Conference Finals. One game. One more stepping stone before the Stanley Cup Finals. Every hockey players dream; for him and his team to hold that silver trophy over their head. This was the only obstacle that stood before them. This game was going to go down in history as the fist time teams from the same state face off. The Nevada Reapers are too battle against The Nevada Kishins. Crowds roared at each other as the residences where spilt down the middle. The lights shinned bright on the ice as two zambonis painted the fresh coat. Both teams on their bench, barley contained themselves, barley.
"Black*star sit down!" The team glared at their centermen as he waved wildly to his wife in the crowd. Coach Stien grabbed the white of his jersey and threw him down in between his wingers; Klink and Ox.
"Sorry, just had to make sure the goddess was watchin."
A laugh came from the defensive side. The right-defender, Soul Evans, smirked at his friend,
"She's the only one dude." Snickers where heard around him. Leaping over two guys he waved his fist,
"At least mines only looking at me! Yours is scooping out all those benders-" WHAM.
The team paled as a fimilar black helmet was lodged in Black*Stars face. The owner of that helmet skated over, green eyes blazing.
"You better not be taking crap Black*Star, I can kick you out right here and now!"
Everyone smiled at the new-comer, greeting her, as she yanked her helmet off the player's face. Stien shook her hand,
"Greetings ref." She nodded while shaking Sid and Nygus hands. Black*Star popped up again,
"Hey Maka, how'd you manage to ref this game? What with lover boy on the team-" WHAM. Some laughed again, others shushed him.
A new voice came over,
"I managed to pull some strings."
Striped shirt that matched directly with half his hair came up behind Maka.
"Kid?" He nodded in greeting to players while shaking the hands of the coaches.
"Father managed it just fine, knowing the Maka was not one to let up," he skated over to soul giving him a twin knuckle-touch.
Black*Star groaned,
"Come on Maka! For old times sake?"
"No."
Soul shuffled over to his girlfriend, smirking through the plastic,
"Awe common love, you're not even gonna go easy on us."
The whoops and whistles grew along with her blush. The official however, would not have it. She gripped her boyfriend by the helmets chin-strap.
"Now you listen to me Evans," she hit her head against his, "if you think I'm letting you win this easily you're mistaken. You know me well enough that I would never forgive you if you won this with any form of cheating or handicap," she looked at the rest of the team,
"Am I perfectly clear?!" The Reapers stood straighter,
"Yes ma'am!!" She smiled,
"Good." Looking back down at her captive players wide red eyes, she smiled slightly. Cheers sounded as their teammates head was tipped back a bit, and a kiss was smushed on his lips.
"Win for me ok?" She skated away after hearing a dazed 'yeah'.
Nygus sat the baffled player back down,
"That's some woman you got there..." She whispered in his burning ear. He smiled at the back of his lover from across the ice,
"Yeah."
"Did you find what you where looking for?"
Soul whipped his head to face the lady coach, the velvet object rubbing against his palm,
"How'd- how do you know about that?!"
She laughed a little, smiling fondly at her defenders red face,
"Black*Star has a big mouth." She winked before walking away.
Souls partner Harvar clamped a hand on his padded shoulder and shook it.
"Ill kill-"
"EVANS SHUT IT THE GAMES ABOUT TO START!"
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The game was brutal. With the reapers: Ox had to leave with a severe concussion, Klink had chipped a tooth, and Soul had a broken nose courtesy of Giriko. On the Kishins side: several of their players had broken bones from the blue-haired center, Harvards famous thunder slap-shot had nailed Justin Law in the ribs, and Giriko had a bloody lip and teeth knocked out. (This may or may not have been due to misconduct with the blonde official).
But they had won. They did it. The Nevada Reapers had won the Conference game and where going to play in THE Stanley Cup Playoffs.
The team couldn't believe it, the crowd was going wild. One minute left, a plow-through from Black*Star, a pass back to Harvar, thunder slap shot, bouncing off to Soul who drops in for the rebound. GOOOOAAAAALLLL!! Final score 3-2.
The team hugged skating over to their coaches to bring everyone in. The Kishins skated off the ice not even bothering to shake hands with the victors. After the reapers got together and took a team photo amidst the confetti, Black*Star skated over to his friend.
"Come on dude, we gave you a great set up for that shot! It time to hold up your end of the bargain." Everyone huddled in close, coaches and players a like sharing a knowing smile.
"H-hey! Wait kid what are you doing? I'll see him after- kid!"
Maka was pushed towards her partner letting her glide towards center-ice. Soul was standing there, suddenly feeling much hotter than he did the entire game.
"Soul? What's going on?"
The referee felt uncomfortable, she didn't like how everyone was smiling at her and whispering, they all knew something she didn't. The cameras where on her, showing her close up on the four sided scoreboard hanging overhead. The crowd stood patiently waiting to see what their favorite team is going to do next. Her attention was re-directed to her boyfriend as he shyly skated towards the center dot. He looked just like he did when he first asked her on a date, the familiar death mask black against the white of his jersey, he was best red and nervous. They where on the ice just like before, he just had a bloody black and blue nose and was sweatier than at the time.
"Maka." He squared his shoulders, skating to her and landing on the center dot, right on the nose of Deaths mask; Stick forgotten along with his helmet and mouth guard. Maka, The Reapers, and millions of people watched with wide eyes as number 42-Soul Evans- took a knee. One glove came off  his hand reaching to slowly pull off the other. Her gloved hand covered her agape mouth,
"Soul...is that?"
He looked up at her, the spotlights giving her a halo, he forgot about the millions of people looking at them, and just looked at her.
"Maka, you-you're the best thing to ever happen to me. This team, this cup, it wouldn't have been possible without you. I love you so much," he swallowed at the sight of tears, "and I want to win the Stanley Cup with you by my side as my fiancé." He ducked his head a little holding the small velvet box higher, the large three dimond ring shown close up on screen.
"Only," the speakers increased her volume drawing everyone closer, soul looked up at her-pleading- he sucked in a breath as she dropped on both knees and looked him directly in the eye,
"Only if you win the Stanley Cup."
The player smirked, blinking away tears,
"You got it." He threw his arms around her neck and smashed their lips together.
The crowd roared. Thousand upon thousands of people cheered from behind their television screens. The Reapers huddled around the two as they finally took a breath. The official slid the silver band on her finger,
"I'll stand by your side as Player 42s fiancé, but I won't become your wife until you hold that cup high above your head."
With the screen catching the lovers promise on camera, the finals couldn't come fast enough.
Black*star leaped on them, smearing them in sweat,
"Well them! Guess we better win! They might as well give us the trophy now! AHAHAHA"
Klink leaned on Maka,
"Yeah, there's no way I'm showing up to the weddin a loser."
Harvar latched onto Soul with Ox in tow,
"Same thing over here!"
Maka laughed, "well then," she stood up with her hands on her hips gazing fondly at the team that became like family, "then you guys better get to work!" She blew her whistle at them as they waved their sticks in the air,
"Yes miss Evans!!"