Hey! Can I request that your Nathan Mackinnon sister and your dating Macklin, maybe he finds out at the Olympics and he freaks out, maybe sid steps in to help with the situation!! Thank you ❤️
OLYMPIC HEART | M. CELEBRINI
PAIRINGS : M. Celebrini x fem!Mackinnion!reader
SUMMARY : Secret meetups, hiding from everybody else, keeping everything on the down low just for it to blow up in both your faces
WARNINGS : pure fluff, brad marchand, kissing (nth too crazy), MacKinnon freaks out on the ice, the iconic "chat", very awkward Celebrini, kind of upset Macklin
Being with a hockey player was one thing, but being with one who was not only in the NHL but also a part of the Canadian Olympic team was another. And to make matters worse, you two were keeping it a secret from the whole world.
No soft or hard launch. No sneaky glance. Telling Will? Big no no. Telling Nathan? You might as well be dead.
You weren't exactly scared for Nathan's reaction because you know that if he was upset, you wouldn't just end your relationship. The only part of you that ached with guilt was that you didn't tell him when it happened.
You had been the one to initiate the lie. "Keep things under wraps for a while." You had told Macklin. But how long was a while? Well, you certainly didn't plan for it to being four months long and the Winter Olympics to be around the corner.
But Macklin, oh, he was struggling. Maybe even more than you.
It's always an honour to represent your country in sports and try to make them proud. So, obviously, when he got the call, despite not answering the first time, he was nothing but accepting. Until he realized big brother Nathan MacKinnon was on his team along with his close friend Sidney Crosby.
You were like gold to these guys. They all treated you like a little sister. Sidney taught you how to skate, despite your brother saying he could do it. Brad Marchand taught you your first curse word. Connor McDavid set the bar really high when he and Mitch had invited you to any games they could.
So, the nerves that consumed Macklin were like no other. Not only did he have to play with them, but he also had to be around them for two weeks straight while sneaking off with you.
You two had done a fairly good job, although Mitch almost caught him entering your room.
"We gotta tell them." Macklin declared as he paced around the room and brushed his hair back nervously.
Your eyes widened, and you quickly got out of bed, standing in front of your boyfriend. "Are you insane?" You asked, giving him a look. "You've got the gold medal game tomorrow and you want to tell them now?"
Macklin's jaw wires shut, and he clenched his jaw tightly while shaking his head. "That's not what I'm talking about y/n/n." He said. "I'm playing with your brother and a whole bunch of guys who call you their sister! Tell me you don't want them to know? Or are you ashamed?"
Your heart dropped as you see the look of fear flicker over your boyfriend's face. "Macklin." You whispered, cupping his face. "I am not ashamed of you. I never could be." You bite your lip, nervously picking on the skin. "This is on me. I'll figure it out." You pressed your lips to his, quickly.
Macklin looked at with you with hesitation. He didn't want you to feel like he was pressuring you to make a choice, but he also knew that the amount of lies shared between the locker room was becoming too much for him.
He wanted to love you loudly. Post you on his social media. See the way you interact with his teammates. And most of all, he wanted to be the reason you were always laughing and smiling.
The following day was big for Olympians, but most importantly, team Canada and USA. The gold medal game. You were nervous. The boys had been playing good, but they were making mistakes and simply getting lucky. You had no fear in telling them that.
You walked through the tunnel with the players and coaches. Being a sister to Nathan MacKinnon and an honorary one to the others had its perks, like staying on the bench with them.
You watched them play with their hearts. Everything they did on that ice, they did for Canada, and the crowd knew that. Signs of support, chants in between puck drops, you could feel the love. You had worn your brother's jersey in support. You still didn't know how you were going to tell him, but you knew it needed to happen soon.
The game had continued until you realized they were headed into overtime. You feared this. One wrong move and it was over. Your brother had completely punished himself for missing his perfect opportunity and your boyfriend punished himself for missing his breakaway shot.
And then the worse thing happened. They lost. The arena had practically gone silent as team USA swarmed the ice to hug their golden player. You put your hands to your face, hiding the sadness.
There were no excuses. To you, Canada was the better team. They had fought and battled for it. The shots on net could tell you that, but their biggest competition was the goalie. They just couldn't get the puck in.
"Lift your heads high, guys." You tried to tell them, but the devastation was clear. You put your hand on the player's shoulders, urging them to hit the ice to shake hands.
When Macklin stopped in front of you, your grip tightened on his arm and it forced him to look at you. There was a slight gash across his cheek from previous altercations, and tears brimmed his eyes. "This isn't your fault." You declared, quietly. Macklin nodded and stepped onto the ice, shaking hands with the opposing team.
The worst part had to have been the medal ceremony. Silver is something the boy should feel pride for, but even you knew how special the gold always will be. Thanks to the carpet placed by organizers, you stepped on the ice, standing towards the end of the line.
Behind you, Crosby walked out from the tunnels with his Canadian jersey on. He gave you a warm hug before patting some others shoulders. You watched as the medals were draped over the players' necks along with a stuffed animal.
You weren't exactly impressed with Nathan's reaction to it, but who else would want a stuffed animal when you could've had it all? Not that the stuffie wasn't cute.
When the silver medals were done, you had walked along the carpet and stood beside your boyfriend, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Mack." You told him, not caring who saw.
At that moment, you didn't care if the cameras saw you. You also didn't care about all the guys becoming less worried about the gold medals and more worried about what you were doing.
"I had it. I fucking felt it." He grumbled, looking down to meet your eyes.
You gave him a soft smile and tucked his new stuffed animal around the silver medal like other Olympians had done at other events. "I know, but silver looks just as good." You said. "They also know it." You nodded your head towards his teammates. "Think about how many people love you now. They're practically waiting for your return."
A soft smile finally graced Macklin's lips as you two became part of your own little world. "I love you." He whispered, making your eye widen. "It's early, right?"
You chuckled, looking up at him with the biggest grin imaginable. "Just a little." You put your fingers close together. "But, I guess I love you too." You teased, rolling your eyes.
A cough pulls you both out of your own world. The ceremony was clearly over and the teams had separated to do their own press or wait for the clear to go to the locker room. "Y/n." You heard your brother.
You pursed your lips into a smile, locking eyes with Macklin. "Busted." He whispered with a smile.
You turned on your heels, coming face to face with most of the team, but mostly your brother and the guys who raised you. "Boys." You greeted. "Great game. You know, silver is just as good as gold. Maybe even better, you know what they say. 'second is the best'--"
"Y/n." Your brother repeated with his arms crossed over his chest. "The hell is this?" He pointed between you and Macklin.
"Well, MacKinnon, because you're clearly slow…" Brad Marchand started as he wrapped an arm over yours and Macklin's shoulder. "The rookie and baby are seemingly dating. And have also dropped the 'L' word on the ice."
"Brad!" you exclaimed, pushing his arm off of you and turning beat red as he bursted out laughing. You looked at your brother, ready to conjure up an explanation, but he holds his hand up.
"Nope. Don't want to hear it." He said.
"Are you serious? You're not going to let me explain?" You raised your voice. "Fine, be that way. I'm not ending it---"
"I already knew y/n." He cut you off. "He's not subtle or even quiet."
This time, you try to contain a laugh as you look back, seeing Macklin's burning red face. "So, you ain't mad?" You asked, looking at him skeptically.
"How can I be mad at something I don't have a say in? You're an adult. These are your decisions." He told you, but took closer steps towards you two. "But if you fucking break her heart, it'll be a harsh season for you, kid."
"Yeah, yeah, for sure." Macklin stuttered as he nodded repeatedly and blinked hard. Sidney took a step forward, putting space between the two. "Just wanna see her happy."
Nathan smiled at the response. "Then we're good." He told him and walked away, down to the tunnel with the rest of the teammates and leaving just you and your boyfriend.
"God, that was humiliating." You covered your face with your hands as you directed your body towards Macklin.
Macklin lightly grabbed your wrists and pulled your hands away from your face, bringing them to your sides. "At least the hard part is over." He gave a comforting smile. "Means I can do this…"
He leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. It was delicate and full of yearning. You melted into the kiss, your hands finding their way to his hair and lightly tugging on it.
Macklin groaned against your mouth, pulling back. "Not trying to get the going too far on the ice." He said, the tips of his ears turning red. "I'll see you in the tunnel?"
"Yeah. Go get changed, you're starting to smell." You joked, pushing him away for you. Macklin stumbled on his balance a little, making you laugh a little.
You walked along the carpet, seeing Sidney waiting on the bench with a sheepish smile on his lips. "What?" You asked, looking over your shoulder as the Zamboni entered the ice.
"Nothing." He shook his head and followed in step as you guys walked to the locker room. "Do we need to talk about the birds and the bee--"
"Oh, my God! Sidney, don't talk to me again!"
