The Mighty Ducks Imagines

Old Rivals

Fulton Reed. My enemy since he began playing hockey and terrorised teams like my own. Let's just say, we've never gotten along. Everyone jumps away when he shoots. Not me. I always blocked shots or managed to intercept and clear the zone. It infuriated him.

Him and the Ducks soon became team USA where Fulton met Portman. Somehow Dean's anger issues outweighed the original team heavyweight. Thankfully, I never had to play against the Ducks with their irritating dynamic duo. I may not have played opposite, but now I'm being forced to play with them.

It's just my luck (or lack there of) that I would be accepted to Eden Hall on a scholarship just to be thrown on the JV team with the Ducks. I knew I'd be on the team, but I was blissfully unaware that they'd even attend a school like this. Our first practice was hell - you could cut the tension with a butter knife. Snide remarks and dirty glances occupied most of it. Despite the obvious hatred, Orion is adamant we would work well as linemates. In fact, he insisted that the 2 of us have a private practice after school today to hash it out. He must have gotten terrible science grades because there's no chemistry here whatsoever.

We've barely been doing this for 10 minutes but it feels like hours. No matter what we do, we hit a wall. This is pointless.

"Where's your boyfriend? Couldn't cut it?" I tease him about Portman's absence.

"He's not my boyfriend! And he did get accepted. He has his reasons for not being here." He stands up for him.

"Yeah, I can see like 5 of them right here." I gesture to him.

Our shared frustration is clearly extending to Coach Orion as he comes back from taking a phone call.

"What is the matter with you two?" He yells to put a brief end to our relentless bickering.

"I hate him!"

"I hate her!"

"I don't care!" Orion fires back. "You're teammates now. So whatever history you have, leave it there! Look, something came up with my daughter, so I have to go. Figure it out otherwise we'll all be back here tomorrow."

As we watch our new coach slowly disappear, neither of us can believe we're in this situation. Fulton stands like a mannequin as I skate to the other side of the ice - muttering obscenities whilst leaning on the goal. I might just leave. It's not like they can stop me... Unless Orion was lying and this is a test.

"Let's just get this over with." Fulton sighs.

"No way, I'm leaving." I protest. Before I can skate away, he sends the puck flying towards me. It deflects off my stick and into the goal. "What the hell, dude? Are you trying to kill me?" I freak out before shooting the puck back at his feet.

"No. You were just in the way." He replies with a blank stare.

"Mhm, sure." I nod sarcastically. "You know, I'm not scared of you, Reed. You're just a one-trick pony."

"What?" His blood begins to boil as he scrunches his face in anger and tightens his grip on his stick.

"You heard me! Take the shot." I notice him resisting the urge to shoot the puck. "I dare you!"

Rage washes over him as he obliges. Swinging his stick with all his might, Fulton slaps the puck towards me. As it makes contact with my chest, I let out a loud yelp and collapse to the ice. Curled into a ball and clutching my chest, Fulton changes his tone.

"Y/N! Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to." He apologises profusely as he races over. When he reaches me, I grab his leg and trip him - making him groan in pain and he lands on his back beside me. "I deserved that." He grimaces.