High School Sweethearts - NH13 (ft. NJD players , Hischier family)
summary: the four times you and Nico talked about marriage, and the one time where the talks came true / childhood friends - high school sweethearts - husband and wife
pairings: nico hischier x reader / njd players x reader / hischier family x reader / jack hughes x reader
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1. The Playground Wedding
At seven years old, “marriage” wasn’t much more than a game. The two of you stood under the big oak tree in the schoolyard, hands clasped together as your best friend Jonas took on the role of officiant.
“You may now kiss the bride,” Jonas declared, barely holding back a snicker.
Nico’s face turned red instantly. “No kissing!” he protested, shaking his head so hard his hair flopped over his eyes.
You made a disgusted face, nodding along. “Yeah, gross!”
Jonas rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “Fine, then just hold hands. And say ‘I do.’”
You and Nico glanced at each other, suppressing giggles before mumbling in unison:
Jonas clapped his hands together with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Okay, now you’re married! That means you have to stay together forever!”
At the time, neither of you thought much of it. Forever was just a word, and marriage was just a game. But even as you ran off to the swings afterward, hands still loosely linked, neither of you let go first.
2. Late-Night Conversations in High School
Years passed, and what was once a childhood game had become something real.
It was your senior year of high school, and the two of you had been dating since freshman year. You were lying on Nico’s bed, staring at the ceiling as music played softly in the background, your fingers idly tracing patterns on his arm.
“Do you ever think about the future?” you asked, voice quiet in the dim glow of his bedside lamp.
“With you?” Nico turned his head to look at you, a small smile playing at his lips. “Always.”
Your cheeks warmed, but you pressed on. “Do you ever think about, like… marriage?”
Nico was silent for a moment, then shifted onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. “Yeah. I mean… it’s not something I’d want to rush, but I can’t really imagine being with anyone else.”
Your heart skipped a beat. “Me neither.”
He reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Then maybe, someday…”
You smiled, squeezing his hand. “Someday.”
Nico had been drafted first overall to the New Jersey Devils, and life had changed overnight. Between training camps, media obligations, and moving to a new city, everything felt like a whirlwind. But when he had a rare free moment, he called you.
“You sound tired,” you noted, voice laced with concern.
Nico chuckled softly. “I am. But I wanted to hear your voice.”
You bit your lip, missing him more than you wanted to admit. “Is it everything you expected?”
“It’s… a lot,” he admitted. “But it’s worth it. I just wish you were here with me.”
Your heart ached. “Me too.”
There was a pause before he added, almost shyly, “You know… if you were my wife, you could come with me anywhere.”
Your breath hitched. “Nico—”
“I know, I know,” he interrupted with a nervous laugh. “Not yet. But… someday, right?”
You smiled, your chest tightening with love for him. “Someday.”
4. Jack Hughes and His Big Mouth
Taking care of an injured, very drunk Jack Hughes was not how you and Nico had planned to spend your evening.
Jack was sprawled out on the couch, one arm draped dramatically over his eyes. “You guys are so cute. Like… stupid cute.”
You exchanged amused glances with Nico. “Thanks, Jack,” you said, adjusting the ice pack on his knee.
Jack suddenly sat up—or at least tried to, before flopping back down with a groan. “No, but like, seriously. Nico talks about marrying you all the time.”
Your eyes widened. “He does?”
Nico groaned, running a hand down his face. “Jack—”
But Jack had already passed out.
Silence filled the room until you turned to Nico, raising an eyebrow. “All the time, huh?”
Nico sighed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I mean… yeah. I do think about it. A lot.”
You felt your heart swell. “Me too.”
His lips quirked into a soft smile. “Good. Because I meant it when I said someday.”
You leaned against him, your fingers finding his. “Someday,” you echoed, squeezing his hand.
The New Jersey Devils had just won the Stanley Cup. The arena was electric—fans screaming, confetti raining down like a dream, and the sound of skates scraping against the ice as teammates embraced, shouted, and celebrated the biggest moment of their careers.
You stood at the edge of the chaos, watching Nico soak it all in. His hair was damp with sweat, his face lit up in pure joy as he hugged his teammates, lifted the Cup high above his head, and let out a triumphant yell. You had never seen him look happier, and it made your heart swell with pride.
Then, as if he could feel your eyes on him, Nico turned to you.
His smile softened, something deeper flickering in his eyes as he skated over. Without a word, he reached for your hands, his own still trembling from adrenaline, from the weight of what he was about to do.
The roaring crowd, the flashing cameras, the sea of teammates and WAGs—everything blurred into the background.
“You know how I always said ‘someday’?” he began, his voice thick with emotion.
Your breath hitched, your hands tightening around his.
Nico took a shaky breath and reached into the collar of his jersey, pulling out something that had been tucked beneath the fabric—a ring, carefully secured to a thin chain around his neck.
Your hands flew to your mouth as your heart pounded in your chest.
“I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment,” he continued, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions written all over his face. “And I realized… there’s no better moment than this. No better place. No better time.”
He let go of your hands just long enough to drop down onto one knee, right there on the ice, surrounded by his teammates, his family, the fans who had watched his journey from the start.
Your vision blurred with tears as he held the ring up to you, his blue eyes shining with nothing but love.
“You have been with me through everything—every high, every low, every dream I chased. And through it all, the only thing I was ever truly sure of was you.” He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t want to say ‘someday’ anymore. I want forever to start now. So… will you marry me?”
For a moment, all you could do was nod, too overwhelmed to form words. When you finally found your voice, it was barely more than a whisper—shaky, full of love, of certainty.
The arena erupted into cheers as Nico slipped the ring onto your finger, his hands still shaking, and then, without hesitation, he pulled you into his arms, lifting you off the ice and spinning you around.
The cameras flashed, the confetti kept falling, and somewhere in the background, Jack Hughes was loudly cheering, “ABOUT TIME!” Earning a smack on the back of his head from Jesper.
But all you could focus on was the boy who had once fake-married you on a playground, who had spent years saying ‘someday,’ and who was now kissing you in front of thousands, sealing a promise that had been written in your hearts all along.
Someday had finally arrived. And it was perfect.
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