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remuslupinsleftshoe · 2 years

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Ok, so @lesbiansiriusblack‘s is writing a Jegulus figure skating au, but in the meantime because I have literal brainrot and can’t get this au out of my head, here’s my own hcs about it:

Regulus’s skating is obviously very ballet heavy. His parents put him in classes from a young age; he’s got that classic ballet-trained skater vibe.

Sirius was also in ballet classes from a young age and skated for France with his parents as his coach and manager until he was 16. He won France a gold medal at the Olympics at 15, after which he “got poached” by England, but really he ran away from home and England was happy to take him into their federation.

It was the middle of the season though so it caused a huge scandal. But what else would you expect from Sirius?

After that, Sirius and James were rinkmates, both coached by one Minerva McGonagall, a famous skater in her own right with multiple golds under her belt and first woman to land a triple jump.

For the first few years after he leaves his parents, Sirius has very aggressive routines set to rock music and definitely not anything his parents would approve of, which, of course, was the whole point.

The judges, however, were not fans of these new routines, lamenting the way Sirius was “ruining” his skating.

It wasn’t until he was 24 that Sirius was able to get a score he deserved, winning him his second Olympic gold medal, and that was only because of the judging scandal four years prior where a recording had leaked of the judges talking about how they would underscore Sirius if he skated to that “hideous music” again.

Sadly, shortly after Sirius’s second Olympic gold, he botches a triple axel (a jump he was the first to land), the injury taking him off the ice for good.

(James and Reg can also land triple axels. After Sirius retires, they’re also both working on quads, and Reg is dead set on being the first to land a quad, fuck James Potter)

Regulus was everything Sirius wasn’t in a skater. He didn’t complain about ballet classes, he didn’t complain about the music choices, routines, or costumes. He did everything his parents asked, letting them shape his skating. He watched as Sirius pushed back, fighting for individuality, and he hated him. Couldn’t he see that even if their parents made all the choices, at the end of the day he was the one skating, and he could make the routine his own? Didn’t he see how much better his skating was when he didn’t slack off in ballet? Didn’t he want to be the best?

When Sirius left, Regulus was pissed. When he consistently got low scores, Regulus thought he deserved it, and told him as much. His skating wasn’t as good as it used to be; Regulus had heard enough to know it was true, even if he hadn’t watched Sirius skate since he left. It was his fault for thinking his individuality would result in anything else when he refused to listen to people who knew better.

But then, when Regulus was 18, that recording came out, and Regulus suddenly realized Sirius’ skating didn’t get worse at all; they just didn’t like that he was doing something new. So, Reg watched every single recording of Sirius’ skates since he left, and Sirius was good. He was doing things Reg had never seen, he landed a triple axel at the Olympics, and he hadn’t won any major competitions in years. Regulus was pissed. He didn’t really care that it was Sirius; he still hated him, but it was the principle of it. Those skates objectively deserved better scores than they got, and the fact that the people around him didn’t seem to see that, especially his parents, made Regulus start to question if they really knew better or if they were just biased.

But of course this was what was best for him, right? His mother knew the sport inside out and was always pushing for him to improve. And he did. The next season, he landed a triple axel, too, and won his first World Championship gold. Sure, he was mentally and physically exhausted and, if he was being honest with himself, was on the verge of a breakdown, but that was the price for gold...wasn’t it?

He looked at Sirius and his friend with the wild hair who always had a smile on his face, and wondered if he didn’t have to push himself to the brink. Skating used to be fun; he used to love it, but lately, especially this past year, he would dread going to the rink, knowing the way his mother would yell at him, making him go over his routines over and over, practice the triple axel until he was scared he’d end up hurting himself because the pain in his knee was so bad.

So, when he hears a pop in his knee halfway through the off-season, Regulus is convinced it’s finally happened. His career was over.

Yet, instead of telling him there’s no coming back from an injury like this, the doctor says something about a partial tear and six months of physical therapy in order to get well enough to skate again. Regulus feels a rush of relief.

But as soon as they get in the car, his mother tells him there’s no way in hell he’s taking that long off skating; he can have a month, tops, and then he better be back on the ice, and Regulus realizes she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care that they got lucky this time, that if they don’t treat this properly, next time it could be career ending. All she cares about is that he skates and that he wins, whatever the cost.

Regulus doesn’t want to pay her costs anymore, so he leaves.

He goes to Apolline Delacour, who just recently came back to coaching after taking a few years off after the birth of her child. He’s known of Apolline for as long as he can remember, given his mother’s hated her since she poached Andromeda when Regulus was still a kid, so really, he figured there was no one better.

Lucky for him, Apolline is willing to take on an injured skater (if it was any other skater, she wouldn’t have, but she’d heard stories from Andromeda, and Regulus was so talented, it would be a pity for him to lose his love of skating).

With Apolline, Regulus learns to love skating again. After his six month recovery, under Apolline’s suggestion, Regulus takes the rest of the season off from competition to work on strength and technique.

At 21, he has his first competition back and sweeps the floor, setting personal records for both the short program and free skate, winning gold by a landslide, and only feeling a slight ache in his knee.

At 22, Regulus is at his second Olympics earning bronze next to his brother and his brother’s best friend, and, watching them beam at each other on the podium above him, Regulus finally thinks for the first time that he understands why Sirius left.

A month later, at World’s, his brother botches a jump, and Regulus watches in horror as Sirius’s career ends. The silver he wins tastes bitter, and Regulus glares at the wild haired man with the gold around his neck when he attempts to give Regulus a comforting smile.

It’s during that off-season that Regulus reaches out to his brother for the first time in seven years. They talk, they cry, they apologize; it’s nice, and Sirius admits he’s been following Regulus’s career since his first Olympics. Regulus admits he’s been following Sirius’s career since the same Olympics. Sirius jokes about how pissed their parents would be if they found out, and that the only thing that would piss them off more is if Sirius started coaching Regulus. Silence.

The minute Sirius is cleared by the doctor, he’s on a plane to France.

#listen my brain is but a vessel for jegulus figure skating au even if this did end up being more black brothers #also mary is the first woman to land a triple axel because she's a queen #marley and barty are the first in pairs to do solo triple axels #barty told her there was no way she could do one so of course she proved him wrong #insert them making figure skating history #but that's just how it goes with those two #dorcas popularizes the beillmann spin but it's obvi called the meadows spin in this au #that's all i have folks #i'm sure that's a big fat lie #oh yeah i forgot #reg has chronic patellar tendonitis after his knee injury (patellar tear)#patellar tears are relatively rare in figure skating i believe and only really happen under extreme force or trauma so...#all the 'firsts' are based on firsts that were happening roughly around that time #like the first triple axel was landed in 1978 and sirius would have landed his in 1980 #reggie's quad though is like five years too early at least #actually i just did the math and if he lands it in what would probably be his last season it would be the same year #and he could land it at the olympics too #damn okay actually that's my hc now #he's achieved everything he's wanted to achieve except that damn quad so in his words he's going to #'stay on the ice until i fucking break or land a quad'#james is pushing 28 and also trying to land a quad. he literally just wants to beat reg otherwise he would have retired already #in his words he's 'gonna win padfoot i swear. reg says i'm too old and i have to prove him wrong'#james does not land a quad at that olympics :/#he does land it at world's though but reg says it doesn't matter because he already won #(later in their hotel room though he tells james he's proud of him)#(and that if james tells anyone he said that he'll slit his throat with his skate)#ah love #jegulus #sirius black #regulus black

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mostly-fake-kingdom-hearts-lore · 2 years

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man imagine if Xemnas was allowed to have a redemption arc

if he was allowed to be a separate person from Xehanort.

They did it for Roxas no? What’s the difference?

In that thought, why was Roxas made to be a different person from Sora? Let Sora have his moral/existential crisis. By which I don’t mean that “Roxas” would remember his time as “Sora,” but that Sora now has two “childhoods” to pull from and the two had widely different outcomes. Does he still believe in Kingdom Hearts’ Light? That the universe rewards those that do good? Or does he think the universe is apathetic now, maybe even cruel? How does he feel about the people he met as both Roxas and Sora (Riku I’m looking at you). What does he think about himself?

I’ll call this the Always One AU for now, but anyway I’ve digressed. Kingdom Hearts has made it so that nobodies could develop past their original selves and I think it was a shame that it wasn’t done for Xemnas.

Actually, what does make a nobody deviate from the original person? Is it the simple desire to be different? Or did the lack of memories have an even bigger impact on Roxas that what was obvious? Not to mention the fact that he had Ven’s heart at the moment.

On that note I think it would’ve been very interesting if Xemnas was able to properly talk to Terra. Like, Xemnas is technically Terra’s body, which Xehanort was possessing via heart replacement, which is missing cuz of the whole nobody thing. Maybe they could’ve connected somehow, especially since Xemnas does share some of Terra’s feeling; like when he called Aqua’s armor an old friend.

#kingdom hearts #kh always one au #kh traitor xemnas au #I'm surprised that becoming a triple traitor and an assassin weren't enough to separate Axel from Lea #separation is definitely the exception not the rule

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nochilforthechuck · 2 months

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OKAY PEOPLE HEAR ME OUT

I’m usually an AU machine and Dungeon Meshi doesn’t escape its fate, so HERE GOES, modern days au, ice skating

Chilchuck is an ice skater, but he can’t make it professionally cause his small stature keeps him from clearing the minimal jump heights required in figure skating. He could however, compete in ice dancing (which scoring system is different and the required jumps are lower) BUT also because of his own height, no one really wants to partner with him. He’s also somewhat of an asshole, so he doesn’t exactly have the best rep around here.

Nonetheless, he trains tirelessly, hard at work and hoping to be able to enter competition one day. He’s friend with, and trains at the same rink as famous ice dancers couple on and off the ice Falyn Touden and Marcille Donato, 4 times world champs.

Everything change when Laios, Falyn’s brother, comes back home after living abroad, after being banned from figure skating competitions, because he keeps USING WEIRD, FORBIDDEN MOVES like the back summersault or shit like that. He did, before that, win several prizes (2 internationals gold medals and 1 world bronze), but now because of his weirdos antics he gotta retire from competitive figure skating. He visits his sister and her partner/wife, and immediately takes an interest in the lonely tiny guy who is cleaning flawless jumps and spins (chilchuck’s speciality is the axel, especially the triple, which is a notoriously difficult one) in a corner of the rink, and still laios never heard of the guy despite his level. Falyn and Marcille explains the situation to him and now he only has one idea: partnering with chilchuck for ice dancing competitions.

Chilchuck is A LITTLE weirded out by the new guy (he wants to throw him in a fire ring or something, the fuck is wrong with this dude), but after some (a lot) of insistence from laios, he accepts.

The great thing about that is that thanks to laios’s massive corpulence and strenght and chil’s super light frame they can do couple figures usually VERY hard to pull off, if not impossible, making them a force to reckon with in competition.

And somewhere along the lines, they fuck, and fall in love. (In that order)

I HOPE THIS ISN’T,,, CRINGE (eng dub chil’s voice), I genuinely adores making up aus and I love ice skatings aus and THINK OF THE POSSIBILITIES….. all the nices poses to draw laios and chil, laios holding up chil in intricate and beautiful position on the ice…

If you like it, i’ll draw more 🥹

Also, yes, most of those are modeled after Yuzuru Hanyu, because he has exactly the body type i picture Chilchuck with for this au.

#chilaios #chilchuk tims #chilchuck #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi au #dunmesh ice skating au #my art

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strxbrymochi · 25 days

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melting an ice heart | lmk

06. hockey boy

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pairing: lee mark (nct) x fem!reader

genre & tropes: smau, mostly enemies to lovers but a little bit of fluff too don’t worry, sports au (hockey player x figure skater), grumpy x sunshine energy

chapter warnings: swearing, yn kinda mean oops, mentions of abuse but v minimal and indirect

synopsis: he’s the life of every party, the team heartthrob and mvp while she’s the stone cold ice-princess who will stop at nothing to get things her way. but when an accident intertwines the two more than they had hoped, will his fire be enough to melt the ice facade she’s built up or will they continue to clash and end up in ruins?

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inhale.

eyes closed, you suck in a breath. holding your breath, drowning the cheers around you and silencing the music.

exhale.

you visualize your routine in your head from start to finish. your triple axel that you've been perfecting for months landing perfectly. you picture the crowd as they clap, the judge panel as they nod writing down their scores.

you slowly open your eyes. you were y/n l/n. ice princess, that was what they called you. figure skating was your life, you've been doing it since you were 4 years old. the moment you first put on those little white boots and stepped on the ice, you knew. skating was going to be your life. you revolved around the sport. for 17 years now, you never skipped a day of training (or so you tried, with some unavoidable exceptions), you stayed on your diet, you had no time for distractions. this was what you've been waiting for. regionals, and then nationals, and then qualifiers. maybe one day, the olympics.

you had it all planned. you would represent your country by the time you were 25 wherever the olympics would be by then. you were on track. until you weren't. and it was all because of a hockey boy.

the hockey boy who made you feel like your world shattered whenever he was near. the hockey boy who made you feel safe when it seemed like the pressure was getting too much. the hockey boy who stayed late after his trainings to watch you in yours, cheering for you with the biggest smile on his face whenever you finished a run. "you're the best skater i know." he would tell you.

the same hockey boy who you now hate two years later. the hockey boy who made you put your life on hold because of how heartbroken you were. the hockey boy who made you move cross country because you couldn't bear look at the ice without remembering-- without remembering how he fucked your best friend and teammate in the same locker room he used to sneak into to wish you good luck.

you missed your state qualifiers that year when you called it off. your parents never forgave you for that. they pushed you harder. and you coped the only way you knew how to-- by isolating yourself and building up a wall around your heart so no one could hurt you again. you let a boy ruin your dreams once. you weren't going to let any other boy do that again. certainly not another hockey boy.

and that's how your hockey fued was born. they remind you of the pain, of the inferiority, of how helpless you felt finding him in that position. how cocky he was and didn't even bother apologizing. how he made it seem like it was your fault? yeah fuck him and his perfect little smile and his perfect mvp record.

you shake your head of the memory and muster up a smile. in your view you see your parents. as intimidating as they were, never seemed to let you forget how much they've invested to make you their golden child. to bring back glory into the family by making their dreams of a gold olympic figure skater a reality. what happens if you go against them? the scars on your back tell that story.

you straighten your posture. you take another breath. let another shake off. you turn to your left and see sunghoon sending a reassuring smile your way. his turn was a couple after yours. you try your best to echo it back to him. sunghoon was your closest friend on the team. he was there the moment you dated the hockey boy all the way til you ended it. he, other than your group of friends, were the only people who have seen you at your lowest. he was your rock and support in your team because he too knew what it felt like to live in a family with a legacy to carry on. everyone else you shut off. no one would ever understand what you're going through other than if they'd gone through it too, you would say.

with one final breath you put one foot forward and let yourself glide onto the ice. the cold wind hitting your face, calming you down, few strands of your hair moving with the wind. you do one lap around the rink, smiling and waving. you make eye contact with your mother, an expression you know all too well. you make your way to the center and get into position.

the moment the music begins, you feel your body move like it was automated. you were born to this. you let yourself move with with the notes. one jump, after another turn, after another jump. your face tells the story of the song, emotions taking over to fit the mood. you put your all in your performance. when you skate, it's only you. just you, the ice, the wind and the music. you let yourself get lost in your routine, body moving like clockwork. the climax builds up and you leap. spinning once, twice, thrice. a sigh of relief when you land your triple axel and finish your routine. you catch your mother's gaze. a satisfied nod and a small clap. you live another day.

"another round for our gold medalist because SHE'S GOING TO NATIONALS BABY!" yunjin announces at reverie. you give her a small smile before downing your shot.

after every competition, your parents give you one night to celebrate with drinks with your friends. one day to be a normal girl. well that's if you win gold. if you win anything short of gold, the scars on your leg tell another story.

your friends are at a small corner by the bar, laughing over something sunwoo had said. you look up and make eye contact with someone who had just walked in. you couldn't see his face properly, but you did make eye contact, for sure. he looked straight at you. well that was before a flood of girls circled him, taking him away from view. the new boy? you think.

you heard about this new boy. he was in one of your classes, or maybe a couple. you've seen him in the rink playing when you're glaring at the hockey team to finish their training quickly so you can get your ice time. you swear he's tried to give you a smile once in a while but you ignore him. he was the replacement for the position your cheater ex once held after he had graduated. he's probably like him. after all, hockey boys are all the same cocky, egotisitical maniacs. you never trusted another one of them again.

"you looking at the new boy?" eric's voice takes you back to reality.

"dude she's already glaring at him the moment he walked through that door." sunwoo remarks.

"you find him cute?" yunjin asks, smiling innocently. you roll your eyes at her.

"over my dead body." you scoff. taking another shot, you glance back at the crowd of people. maybe other hockey players were in the house too. they always seemed to attract attention wherever they went. "i'm just glaring at how they have to have a fan club everywhere they fucking go. it's annoying."

"i mean it's mark so..." eric says. what does that mean?

your look after he said that gives your thoughts away. "he's not called the hockey prodigy for no reason. kwangya ice won their first game with his first debut AND he won mvp. that's some talent right there." he continues.

you give another scoff, take another shot and glare again. you swear he probably saw you. talent, hmph. in your world, talent didn't exist. success was all on hard work and grit. you didn't make friends in the sport and kept your circle small because they would weigh you down. you were strategic.

you saw his smile. hockey players and their perfect smiles. the type any girl would see and immediately fall. you HATED those smiles. because it reminded you of your past. you weren't going down that road again.

"you know, not all hockey players are the same." yunjin says, carefully.

you shift your focus on her. "i'll believe it when i see it." you say, taking one last shot. you were tipsy, you could feel it.

"but you don't even talk to them, let alone let any hockey player within like 5km radius to you. how are you gonna believe it when you see it?" sunwoo asks.

you stand and grab your things. "exactly. guess we'll never know." you flash your friends a smile, a smile to show you've won the conversation, and you got it your way, again. "now if you'll excuse me, i have an early training start for nationals tomorrow. good night."

you make your way out the door and you bump into someone. you make a frustrated noise. "what the fuck? can you watch where you're going?" you glance up and see him. of course, the mvp, with his apologetic smile and the crowd of people following him, now circling you. great, this was definitely making it to suwon's freedom wall tomorrow.

your friends had approached due to the commotion but stayed on the side just in case you decided to launch something.

"i'm mark, i don't think we've met?" he says, offering his hand in a handshake.

his voice. something about it made your blood boil. you shift your glance from his outstretched hand to his face, he was waiting and you weren't gonna give him the satisfaction.

with a tight smile, you respond. "hi mark, no, i don't think we've met because it's none of your fucking business. this better be the first and last time i see you." and you storm out. your friends following close behind you just in case.

mark is left shocked at your response. but more confused than angry? that was a very unique answer, he's never heard of anything like that before and it intrigued him.

"dude i told you she's insane!" renjun says to him as they walk back to their table. "you should never have said anything, i bet she now has you on her kill list."

"yea bro, i'd watch my back if i were you." yangyang says, "hope she doesn't see you in the rink or you're dead meat!"

as the boys continue their conversation, mark can't stop thinking about you. the way you glared at him, the way your eye twitched when we introduced himself. what an interesting character, he thinks to himself.

meanwhile he's not the only one pondering on that brief encounter. already in an uber with yunjin on your way home your mind thinks back to him. his eyes glistening when he smiled, his little dimple when he spoke. the way your insides melted when he looked at you. your blood boiled because you were angry at how he made you feel. you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. no space for distraction. you remind yourself. he's just a hockey boy, and hockey boys cannot be trusted. and with that you flush any memory of this so called mark lee from your mind.

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evourein · 1 month

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LOVED YOU BETTER.

pairings ken 'draken' ryuguji x fem!reader

summary ever since your break up with your now ex-boyfriend, draken, you've been finding yourself more driven and competitive in figure skating than ever before to ease your mind. consequently being dubbed as "ms. triple axel" and deemed as one of the best in the new generation. but what if you reunite with draken during the japanese figure skating nationals, competing for the olympic spot?

genre modern au, fluff, crack, angst, figure skating au

warnings i'm still not funny, nsfw jokes, kms & kys jokes, strong language, injury mentions.

status ongoing!

taglist open! send an ask if you wanna be added <3

CHAPTERS!

your friends , draken's friends

001 - this is awkward.

002 - sick and twisted.

003 - tba!

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luxyue · 2 months

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knife boots — part i.

xiao x reader, figure skating au

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➥ NEW VOCAB ❝ quad ❞ any four revolution jump

i. this is why they say don't meet your idols

the wednesday 6:00 am session is the best, in xiao's opinion. there's usually nobody there, maybe shenhe and occasionally ganyu or keqing. it's specifically reserved for international competitors, so everyone knows their way around the ice—including how to stay out of each other's way. xiao can run through his program as many times as he needs, without popping a jump just because an inexperienced skater got in his way.

not that he pops his jumps very often. or at all. he might fall sometimes (no, he doesn't), but if he starts one, he'll see it through no matter what.

it's now 6:31 am, and xiao finishes working on his step sequences. he moves on to freestyle, deciding the rest of the session will be spent on jumps. maybe just a spin or two at the end if he has time.

he starts with his triple salchow. the first triple he learned, just like everybody else does, and it has been loyal to him ever since. running through the rest of his triples is a formula that's stuck to him like glue. toe loop. loop. flip. lutz. axel. then repeat, but as quads this time. easy as pie. all goes well, and he's about to do the final one, his quad lutz.

that is, until you walk in.

with a slam, he falls hard. literally.

zhongli glances over with slight concern, before going back to converse with you.

no, it's not that your looks particularly catch his eye or anything. of course not. but it's you, y/n l/n. someone nobody has seen or heard from in three whole years. what are you doing here of all places, with his coach no less?

whatever, he thinks, deciding to mind his own business considering there's only 5 minutes left on this session. ice time is expensive.

but it's too late, zhongli and him make eye contact.

"ah, xiao! good morning. could you please come here for a second?"

well, it's not like he could say no, so he skates over to the boards, although begrudgingly, where zhongli seemed to be showing you around.

"this is y/n. although i believe you've seen her before, haven't you?"

of course xiao has seen you before. at the grand prix final, then at four continents, and finally at worlds. but that was all three years ago, and he hasn't seen you since.

"i have. a while ago," he responds.

zhongli smiles. "well, you have plenty of time to get acquainted now. y/n will be skating here with us from now on."

skating with—wait, what?

"i thought she skated for snezhnaya?"

"used to. but um, not anymore," you speak up for the first time, and xiao looks over at you, as if seeing you for the first time, finally registering your presence. his brows furrow in confusion.

"actually, i've invited ms. y/n to skate for liyue this season." zhongli adds for you.

xiao doesn't know what to think of this. how.....strange. snezhnaya wasn't known for letting their best skaters go, after all. "and they allowed it?" xiao asks, the question directed at you.

"allowed would be a generous term to use," you say sheepishly, "but let's just say they didn't have much of a choice."

xiao gives you a look of skepticism, not quite sure what to think, but in the end, chooses to say nothing.

zhongli clears his throat. "ahem, well, i'll leave you two to acquaint yourselves. y/n, feel free to get on the ice at any time." as he leaves, you shoot him a glance that obviously screams help me, but he doesn't notice. typical zhongli.

it's just you and xiao now. great.

xiao used to be your favorite skater of all time. you admired him greatly, not just because of his jumping capability, but because of the grace and artistry he carried himself with. the way he flew across the ice was simply captivating, and every skater would give anything to have his talent and skill. not to mention he's.....insanely attractive.

and now, you finally get to meet your idol in person. just not in the way you expected.

"i don't know what you're doing here, but in liyue, skating is skating," he says, suddenly breaking the silence.

you look up at him in confusion. "what else would it be?"

"i'm saying we don't need the drama that happens in snezhnaya," he says curtly.

you do understand what he means, and he isn't completely wrong. snezhnaya had built a reputation over the years, known not only for their superb skaters, but for the drama amongst their students and coaches as well. but, to suggest you would cause drama, just because you had represented snezhnaya?

"so the rumors are true," you say.

xiao raises an eyebrow. "what rumors?"

"that you're an ass."

he blinks at you once, and twice, then three times. "what?"

"you're not exactly known for being a ball of sunshine, i mean."

he looks at you as if he can't believe you just spoke to him that way. "and that's not my job. i'm being paid to be a good skater," he says.

"right, i forgot. because you don't have to worry about a good reputation like the rest of us," you murmur.

he narrows his eyes at you. "and what do you mean by that?"

"everyone loves you. nobody would ever write an article about your bad attitude because frankly, your ever-growing fanbase could care less." you refer to xiao's immense fame, both in liyue and the rest of teyvat. there was no discussing figure skating without discussing xiao, because simply put, he was the best anyone had ever seen.

"i don't need advice from you of all people on that," he says curtly.

wow. "and what is that supposed to mean?"

"you went a single season before you caused one of the biggest scandals of our sport. and now? you're irrelevant. do me a favor and don't walk in here acting like you're better than everyone from now on. last i checked, you haven't won a thing in two years. get over yourself."

xiao steps out of the rink, snaps his skating guards on in two quick motions, and storms off.

...

it's only 7:49 am, but you're done. wiped out. dead. deceased.

you try a triple salchow, the easiest triple jump. you could do it without a thought before. you make your turn as straight as possible, and launch into it—

you fall.

get over yourself.

whatever, salchows were never your favorite anyway.

skipping over toe loops, because who needs those, you move on to triple loop. you have a love-hate relationship with loops, but before your two-year break from the sport they were starting to grow on you.

you fall again.

you haven't won a thing in two years.

nope. no way. xiao's words will not be getting to you. no matter how much you used to idolize him.

triple flip time. flips are your favorite, so this has to work.

it in fact, does not work.

you're irrelevant.

shaking your head, you get up. it's probably a bad idea, but you go for it anyway.

skating on a backwards outside edge, you draw your foot back and reach, picking into the ice. you spin once, twice—

you went a single season before you caused one of the biggest scandals of our sport.

you slam into the boards.

okay, ouch. that's gonna leave a bruise, and as much as you hate to admit it, xiao's words were eating away at you. they were harsh, yes. but deep down, you knew that everything he said was, in some way, true.

"y/n l/n? is that you?"

lifting yourself off of the ice, you peek your head over the boards and see a boy with fluffy light blue hair and matching eyes in a fascinating shade of blue, full of curiosity.

"oh...hi?" shit, what was his name again? something with a c? ummm—

"i don't know if you really know me....we never formally met, but i'm chongyun," he says quietly.

"chongyun! of course i remember you, you were one of my favorite skaters on junior!" you exclaim.

hearing this, his pale skin turns a deep red. "m-me? really? but you're like, one of the best skaters to ever exist..."

"yeah...well...i only did senior for one season, haha. i don't think that's enough to say i was one of the best," you say sheepishly.

chongyun shakes his head in disagreement. "no way! after all, how many other skaters can land that many triple axels and quads in one program?"

xiao can.

the mention of triple axels and quads makes you flinch.

"sorry...did i say too much?" he lowers his head.

"no, of course not! it's just..." you don't finish.

"what is it?"

"to tell you the truth, i can barely land a triple right now. i've barely touched my skates in the last two years. zhongli agreed to let me skate here, and even represent liyue...but how am i supposed to do that when i can't even land a triple salchow?" the gravity of your situation is hitting you now. your comeback to the sport would not be as easy as you had envisioned.

chongyun seems to think for a moment, processing everything that you just told him. "well...at one point, landing quads was a piece of cake for you. i think that if you can do that, then you can do anything." he looks at you with determination.

you smile. "thanks chongyun. i'll definitely try my best."

after all, what else could you do?

#figure skating au #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #xiao genshin #xiao x reader #genshin #figure skating #chongyun #zhongli #fanfic #x reader

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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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Okay, so no doubt you probably saw my spam of likes there on the hockey au lineup. but its just so amazing and just the most beautiful work of art i've ever read. i'll probably come back with a bunch of ideas, but i don't want to be overbearing or seem commanding. but imagine with hockey au midoriya where you have a figure skating competition and he brings the team. and theres just this group in the stands that clearly stands out

omg no worries abt the spam!! i love hearing ideas so you’re welcome any time but !! can you imagine :((

like it’s the first time in your relationship that hockey au!midoriya has come to support you at a figure skating competition because their season is over and aizawa eased up on practices so he’s super excited to see you in your element since you’re always coming to his games. deku will like pack up early after a session and the boys ask him where he’s headed :(

hockey au!midoriya getting all shy when he tells the team he’s out of town for the weekend to support you at your regionals and they all beg him to let them come along because you always take care of the team, bring them snacks and waters and teach them stretches/exercises to keep all their joints and muscles healthy. deku has to call you to at midnight the night before the first round to ask you to grab some spare tickets :(!!

now just imagine these big burly boys showing up to a rink full of pretty girls who are flexible beyond belief— sequins glistening and nearly blinding half the team, bakugou complaining that he can’t fucking see, kirishima desperate to get some snacks for the occasion and a good seat to cheer you on, kaminari and shindou are probably sniffing out numbers they can get from girls and shouto just wants some warm merch to wear.

hockey au midoriya who spots your coaches helping you to stretch, fluttering around you to make sure your costume with his jersey number embroidered into its skirt is in place. “i would tell you break a leg but i don’t think that’s considered good luck in this sport.” he breathes, freckles rising on his cheeks as he smiles down at you now in his arms— as charming as the day you first met.

“i don’t think so either,” you hum and stand on the tip of blade on your skate so you can brush your lips over his. and then deku kisses you, large hand on the small of your back, guiding you into the warmth of his chest— a good luck kiss. the team lets out a rather loud series of cheers which earn them glares from the 12 year olds in the junior section, those of which are rather intimidating.

when you skate out for your programme you immediately see your boys amongst your coaches and family, your smile for the show even brighter than before— gliding across the ice as you hear their cheers above the rest and even the music. for some reason; shouto knows all the names to your moves, the triple axel, the lutz, your sweeping camel spin.

hockey au midoriya’s eyes fill with tears, proud ones at the emotions you’re able to pour into figure skating because he never knew something on the ice could be so intricate and beautiful :( and the team have to stop him from running out into the rink when your programme comes to an end and you wave up to the boys with a proud smile.

#hockey au #deku x reader #deku imagine #deku fluff #midoriya x reader #midoriya fluff #tteokdoroki #📧. user anonymous #💌. you’ve got mail

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i voted hockey but ONLY because there was no "both" option!! but listen, i'm starting to think you have crawled into my brain somehow, because i feel like your stsg fic is for meeeee

much like i waited and waited for an f1 au, i periodically check up for figure skating fic and hockey fic and now you're telling me??? that you????

give us the hcs plsssss

(also also i haven't had a chance to read the new oneshot yet but i am ALL OVER that shit tomorrow)

ily!!

ill do figure skating purely because i am a figure skater, not a hockey player, and i would wanna do quite a bit of research into how NHL drafts work in canada / the US before id write it but a lot of these probably could apply to both aus

- gojo singles skater, one of the greats, holds some world records (id base his skating off nathan chen’s or yuzuru hanyu’s, probably) and he keeps trying to land 4a even though yaga chews him out for it

- shoko / getou in pairs (PAIRS, NOT ICE DANCE!!!!!!) and they’re pretty dominant too

- getou used to skate singles and had a rivalry with gojo in early juniors but switched to pairs after a minor injury that made it difficult for him to continue to work quads/triple axel. shoko can land quad throws though

- yuuji, megumi and nobara are all singles skaters, still in juniors

- mechamaru and miwa are ice dancers :)

- yaga coaches all the singles skaters

- gojo does biellman spins which are rare for men - hes flexible compared to his competitors

- haibara is a hockey player and hes like the figure skaters’ pet even though they all hate hockey players

- thinking about making maki and yuta a pairs team but honestly they also could both be in singles

- yuki and choso were in pairs until choso sustained a pretty major injury, yuki coaches getou and shoko now

- yuki and choso ice dance on a national level post retirement

- most of them work the counter at the ice rink for extra cash, especially the juniors who are straight up BROKE lol

- gojo is super popular with the locals and when he comes into the rink everyone starts behaving immediately

- gojo and getou, when they work the counter together, have this uncanny ability to a) not bang into each other and b) to send hand signals at each other from across the rink so that they can steal penguin skate aids from children who are annoying them

- nanami is the long suffering rink manager, who used to skate singles but got priced out of the sport, when he comes down to actually work the counter they all know theyre in deep shit

- gojo’s best jump is 3A and 4Lz and his technique is pretty perfect too

- toji is banned from the sport for pulling a tonya harding

- yuji started late but he’s annoyingly good at picking stuff up fast. he turned up at the rink begging gojo for lessons and gojo was like alright kid seeing you fall will be fun and then yuji is acc mad good and gojo’s like .. wait..

- megumi is the most technically proficient of the three, he has a quad salchow and a triple axel, yuuji has a quad flip and a quad lutz but can’t land a 3a to save his life (hes working on it!)

- mai would be like trusova/valieva/sherbakova. horrible technique but quads!

- nobara has a 3A which makes her competitive, but yaga refuses to teach her quads

-stsg dating rumours at the rink go round every year at xmas. theres a betting pool for when theyll finally get together. only shoko getou and gojo know theyre already dating and have been since their junior days

- nanami also knows, but doesnt care

- gojo drives the zamboni and honks at kids who watch and getou rides on the back sometimes

- yuji asks to learn how to drive the zamboni and gets it stuck. he never asks again

- megumi throws a penguin at an annoying customer one time on christmas eve because they come back and ask to switch skate sizes six times in thirty minutes

- getou’s artistry and musicality is unmatched but gojo’s performances are almost as good

- gojo shakes the vending machines to get free food even though hes a millionaire from sponsorships

- theyre based in japan! :]

anyways yeah my thoughts on this au is that it would be SO SILLY

#bunny answers #jjk #jjk figure skating au #jjk au

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mystargirl-interlude · 3 months

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𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂

Social media AU

In which Dylan rose Carrollton can’t shut up about her celebrity crush

Chapter 1 : 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒

DYLAN ROSE CARROLLTON

#333 most popular | ★ Boost

Multi talent; Athlete, Film writer, Director, Broadway writer, part time singer

Birthday

August 3, 1994

Birth sign

Leo

Birth place

United States

Age

29 years old

ABOUT

Multi talented celebrity and fashion icon who gained attention after starring in Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette along side Kirsten Dunst at the age of 12, Since then she has continued to work behind the scenes in multiple award winning films including bodies bodies bodies, Priscilla, Saltburn, Barbie, and the X trilogy and even creating multiple of her own such as sleep walk and Norman Fucking Rockwell which was also the title of her recent album. Dylan is a 4x Figure skating Grand Prix gold medalist setting numerous world records and even breaking her own. She released her debut album titled Andromeda in late 2019.

BEFORE FAME

At the age of 14 she participated in her first Grand Prix event and won a gold medal setting the record for youngest person to land 3 triple axels in one program, youngest woman to land a triple axel and youngest person ever to win a Grand Prix gold medal, Dylan is also known to be a dancer.

TRIVIA

She wrote and produced every song on the Broadway production of mean girls and continued to write most of the musical itself.

FAMILY LIFE

Dylan is constantly posting family and friends on her official instagram page, she has a younger sister named Mazzy Lynn Carrollton, Older brother Montgomery Lee Carrollton, and is extremely close friends with YouTube star Enya Umanzor and Drew Phillips along side Movie star Rachel Sennott .

ASSOCIATED WITH

She is known to be close friends with model Hailey Beiber and is family friends with writer and director Sofia Coppola

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Currently out on wattpad

it’s better on there I promise

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ hi what okay I have come to the conclusion that there are absolutely no Sam claflin fics out there so I made one myself smh, but I am actually really excited to continue with this story line!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ next chapter is going to be all the details you need to know before continuing such as social medias and the rest of the cast including the other celebs that are going to be mentioned throughout

k bye

©Mystargirl-interlude 2024

#lana del rey #finnick odair x oc #finnick x reader #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair smut #thg series #sam claflin x reader #billy dunne x reader #daisy jones and the six x reader #social media #social media au #devon lee carlson #sam claflin

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Hongice week 2024 || Day 5

Chapter 5: Figure skating

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Human AU

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It was a year and five months since Li and Emil last saw each other, both of them were sophomores in high school, but in different schools. As months passed since they last spoke, Emil felt embarrassed to talk to Li again, wondering if he was no longer interested in continuing their relationship.

It was Friday night; Lukas wanted to see his brother before bed, but was surprised to find him sad.

“What's the matter?” Lukas asked, “You should be happy, the winter holidays have started”

“Do you think Li still wants to talk to me? Do you think he still remembers me?”

“Don't torment yourself thinking about it, try to sleep”

“I don't think I'll be able to sleep until I know if Li still remembers me”

“...boyfriends come and go, but your family will always be by your side," Lukas said as he hugged Emil, who was crying.

“I miss him so much”

To calm his brother down, Lukas sang Alvedansen by Christine Guldbrandsen, a song both brothers liked very much. With that, Emil fell asleep and Lukas put him to bed.

*******************

Emil opened his eyes and realised that he was at a skating rink, wearing an extravagant purple shirt and black trousers, which surprised him as he doesn't normally wear fancy clothes, he always preferred to wear lopapeysas. He noticed that his family was by his side, and decided to ask:

“Why did we come here, weren't we supposed to stay at home today?”

“We are in the qualifiers of the World Ice Skating Championship, don't you remember?” said Lukas.

“Get ready son, it's your turn after the next one” said his father.

“What? Am I going to skate?”

His parents and brother looked at him strangely, until they heard a voice calling the next skater who was Li, to Emil's surprise.

“What is Li doing here?”

Suddenly Keung To's 黑月 started playing and Li started skating. Emil was surprised that Li can do figure skating.

“When did Li learned to do figure skating?”

“You’ve have been rivals since you were kids, don't be afraid," said Lukas.

“How?" Emil was surprised.

“Just don't let him take away your chance to get into the championship.

At the conclusion of his routine, the jury revealed Li’s scores, and they were quite good, so he secured a place in the championship.

“Remember Emil, you have to score equal or better to qualify for the Winter Olympics," said his mother.

“You'll do well, we've been practising the routine for months," said his father.

Emil was about to run away, but his name was called, it was his turn, so his family pushed him out to the rink. Emil was nervous because he didn't remember his routine, until his song, Hear them calling by Greta Salome, started playing. As the song started, Emil moved fluidly, as if he knew the routine. He himself was surprised to notice that he could perform pirouettes such as a twizzle or a triple Axel.

At the end of his routine, his scores were revealed, which were similar to Li's, securing him a place in the Winter Olympics with Li.

……………………………………………….

During the preparation time for the championship, Emil realised the reality he was now:

He and Lukas are figure skaters and both are representing Iceland in the World Ice Skating Championship.

His parents were also figure skaters but are now retired and are their coaches.

Li's family are their strongest rivals.

This time they will compete against Li and Yong Soo who are representing Hong Kong in the championship.

The good side was that his parents were fair to him, they didn't over-exploit him, let him choose the song and let him have a voice in the routine. The bad side was that there was a lot of pressure to win and do better than Li's family. Emil still loved Li and didn't want to compete with him, but he wondered if Li loved him back. Unfortunately, the thought distracted Emil while training so he fell more than once.

“Emil, maybe you should rest," said his mother.

“OK”

“Lukas, let's practice your routine”

“Yes dad," said Lukas as he walked out to the rink.

………………………………………………

The day came; the World Ice Skating Championship were taking place. There was a big turnout, which made Emil feel even more nervous.

“You'll do well," said Lukas trying to encourage his brother.

Normally Emil tries to look confident in front of his brother, but at that moment he was scared and sad, so he hugged him tightly. Lukas hugged him back.

Suddenly, a voice rang out calling Lukas because it was his turn. Gate's Ulveham started playing and Lukas started his routine. To Emil, Lukas skated with great agility and finesse. Emil asked himself "Why am I competing? Lukas is very good; I even feel he is better than me".

When the scores were revealed, Lukas rejoiced, as his score was the highest so far. Emil came over and congratulated him:

“Congratulations Lukas, you did very well”

“You will do well too”

Then it was the turn of Yong Soo, who was doing his routine with IDOL by BTS. Emil was surprised to see Yong Soo skating. As far as Emil knew, Yong Soo was not very disciplined, but watching him skate showed the effort and dedication he had put into his routine.

Emil panicked and ran to the restroom before Yong Soo's routine was over. He was washing his face until he heard a familiar voice.

“Hello Emil”

“Li?” Emil was surprised that Li was talking to him, as the tension between the two families was palpable from the moment they entered the rink.

“Yeah, how are you?”

“Sad, I don't feel like competing”

“Me neither”

“Really?”

“If I have to compete against you I don't want to”

“...” Emil was surprised to hear that, “I think the same”.

“Why compete with each other, it's our parents' rivalry, not ours”

“Right, that's what I thought... Li, there's something I want to ask you...” said Emil nervously, “do you love me?”

“How did you notice? Is it because of the way I look at you?”

“No, it's just that... I love you too”

“You don't know how glad I am to hear that," Li hugged Emil tightly.

After being silent for a while, Emil spoke:

“Don't you think that being separated because of our parents is unfair?”

“Yes, and I can't stand it anymore... What would you think if we retired?”

“What? We can't do that”

“Sure we can, to give a message to our parents”

“Right, they shouldn't separate us, it's not like we're a bad influence on each other”

“That's the spirit... by the way Emil, would you like to be my boyfriend?”

“More than anything in the world”

Saying this, they hugged and kissed each other. Afterwards, they approached Li's parents, holding hands to tell them:

“Mum, Dad, Emil and I have decided to leave”

“You can't leave!” said Li's dad, "Was it his idea?”

“No! It was my idea. I don't want to compete if it's against Emil”

“But Li..." said his mother, upset.

Ignoring their parents' claims, Li and Emil walked away, heading to where Emil's parents were.

“Dad, Mom. I don't want to keep competing if it's against Li”

“But Emil, we worked so hard," said his father.

“It's not right that we have to compete with each other just because you and Li's parents have a rivalry. Besides, Li and I love each other”

“Emil..." said his mother, "wake up”

“What? I don't understand”

“Wake up son” now his father is the one who spoke.

“What?”

**********************

Emil opened his eyes and found himself in his bed and his parents were talking to him to wake him up.

“Get up son, it's 8:00 and breakfast is ready," said his mother.

“What? Was it all a dream?”

“Come on son, Lukas is waiting for us in the kitchen”

……………………………………….

During breakfast, Emil pondered about the end of his dream and wondered if questioning Li's parents would be okay, while his family noticed that he was distracted.

“Emil, Mathias and I are meeting some friends, would you like to come?” Lukas said, trying to cheer his brother up.

“I'm not in the mood to go out”

“You should go,” his mother intervened in the conversation, “it would be good for you to go for a walk”

“I don't know, I don't think I'd enjoy it, plus I think I'd be in the way”

“Mathias and his friends don't mind your presence, you know that”

“...fine, but only if you buy me liquorice on the way”

“...OK”

To be continued...

Note: The World Ice Skating Championship isn't real, it was invented by me

@hongiceweek

#hetalia #aph iceland #hws iceland #aph hong kong #hws hong kong #hongice #aph norway #hws norway #aph south korea #hws south korea #hongiceweek2024

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f1tyreslightmyfyre · 1 year

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On the Ice

Inspired by this (and this and this and this) lovely, brilliant art by @ecler16

A Figure Skater!Charles x Hockey Player!Max Fic

Summary: Max is the luckiest man on earth as he watches Charles on the ice.

Warnings: Non-graphic sexual content; fluff and romance; teasing, so much teasing

A/N: Those fantastic sketches rooted in my brain, and now, this offering is submitted at the altar of this delicious AU concept. Cheers and hope you enjoy 😊❤

Also on AO3

Poetry in motion.

The sappiness of the thought isn't lost on Max. But since the beginning, there's truly been no other way to describe Charles on the ice.

Sweat runs down the side of Max's face and soaks his hair as he pulls his helmet free. He hadn't expected practice to be so intense today, but Coach had other ideas. Dropping his helmet to the bench, he reaches for his water bottle and takes a hearty gulp.

"Good lord," Daniel groans as he all but collapses on the bench next to Max. "Even my balls ache after that practice."

"Somehow, I'm sure it's your fault." Lando says with a sigh as he rakes a hand through his damp blonde curls. "Did you hide Coach's keys again? That was the last time he made us skate sprints like that."

"I still have no idea what you're talking about." Daniel says, trying and failing to look innocent. "The keys were found in Carlos' locker, after all."

Carlos just flips his middle finger as he guzzles from his own water bottle.

A smile warms Max's face as he takes another drink from his own bottle and gazes out over the ice. Now that his hockey team has cleared the rink, the figure skater practice sessions can start. The first out is a slender, tall blonde woman dressed in dark green who begins her warm-up with easy circles around the rink. She's quickly followed by a lithe, toned man who - whoa.

Max doesn't care if he's staring. He's never seen anyone more beautiful from his brown curls to his bright green eyes as he skates around. His black and red clothing fits him like a second skin and the way he moves… poetry in motion.

Max swallows a mouthful of water, nodding out towards the rink. "Who's that?"

"Hmm?" Daniel glances up and out towards the ice. "Which one? The leggy blonde or the pretty boy?" He turns back to Max with a signature sly grin. "Wait, why am I even asking…" his words trail off in a laugh.

Max's traitorous cheeks flush as he glares back at Daniel and it doesn't go unnoticed by Lando. He, too, chuckles gently with a shake of his head as he looks out at the rink. "Charles is far too smart for any of us."

That doesn't deter Max, though. Now that he knows Charles' name, it's all he needs. Much like his position on the team, he has the goal in sight and nothing will slow him down.

As Max watches, Charles moves with unparalleled finesse and competent determination. His artistry shines in every Salchow jump and triple Axel, not to mention his step sequences or layback spins. It's matched only by his unflinching passion as he commits himself towards his dream and Max couldn't be more proud - or in love - with his boyfriend of nearly three years.

That fact takes him aback as he shifts against the arena stadium seat, watching Charles catch his breath after landing a jump. Max doesn't know where the years have gone but for the first time in his life, he's too deliriously happy to care.

Honestly, he still doesn't know how a lumbering troll like him managed to catch the interest of such a bewitching ice nymph. As his ice hockey career attests, Max is no slouch on skates but he never comes close to matching Charles' grace or economy of motion, let alone the mischievous twinkle in his mercurial green eyes.

If Max lingers longer on the ice after practice, no one has to know why. Of course, that doesn’t stop Daniel and Lando from making their own assumptions and snide comments. Fortunately, they’re easy enough to ignore and Max sheds his helmet as he catches his breath.

Shuffling his stick and helmet in one hand, he runs the other through his sweat-damp hair and attempts a casual glance around the rink. A smirk comes to his face as Charles’ toned, slender figure comes into sharp view, the black of his leggings and the garish red of his soft-shell jacket contrasting with the white ice around him. The cold air gives Charles’ cheeks an adorable pink hue beneath his perceptive, ever-changing green eyes.

Max knows that he probably stares like a lovesick puppy, but who can blame him? “Am I dreaming?” He says by way of greeting. “Or is that you, pretty boy?”

Charles doesn’t quite roll his eyes as he scoffs in amusement. “Yeah, of course, it’s me. Don’t cream your pants.” He skates in a lazy, easy circle around Max. “I know I’m irresistible, but I know you can do it.”

“You’re the worst fucking tease, Charles.”

The corner of Charles’ mouth lifts higher as he runs his gaze up and down the fit of Max’s uniform that shows off his broad shoulders and lean, tapered waist. Charles gives a gentle shake of his head. “How can you say that to me when you look like that, hmm? Criminally indecent is what you are.”

A laugh creeps up Max’s throat. “No, mate - criminally indecent are those leggings of yours. There’s children here, after all.”

“Lando doesn’t count.” Charles says, stretching his arms overhead and accentuating the sensous curve of his spine. “And I’m glad you like them so much. I’ll have to remember that for later.”

Max groans low and hungry in the back of his throat. “Do your worst, Leclerc.”

Charles’ eyes glitter with wicked mischief as he attempts a wink that is more ridiculous than sexy, but somehow, it’s still sexy. “Oh, I intend to, mate,” he says for Max’s ears alone. “Just for you.”

Charles' skates leave the ice again as he jumps and his landing sticks with impeccable timing of his spins. He comes down on a strong, steady ankle, extending his arms with artistic flair and smiling his megawatt smile. That's still something Max finds amusing. While he has the benefit of his helmet and face shield during his matches, Charles deliberately practices his showmanship with smiles and drama to accentuate his performances.

Charles' coach gives him a hearty clap as the Monegasque comes around on the ice, bracing a hand on his hip. Charles' smile has warmed from the exaggerated expression of competition to something much more genuine and satisfied. Even Max feels a pleased smile warm his face as he takes it in. Charles has been practicing so hard lately to prepare for his next competition and he's finally seeing more consistent results.

“You lack consistency.” Charles scolds as Max writhes beneath him. “Doesn’t your coach tell you that, too?”

“Charles… fuck,” Max whines. “Do not bring up my coach when your fingers -” His words die on an undignified whimper as Charles gives an expert turn of his wrist.

There’s nothing remorseful in the maddening tempo of his fingers as they unravel Max from inside out. “It takes consistent practice to nail each element of any routine.” Charles punctuates each word with an expert stroke of his fingers as he murmurs against the pronounced curve of Max’s hipbone. “You can’t just brute force it with aggression or hit with some stick.” He pauses to trail his tongue along the sloped hollow of skin, and Max shudders uncontrollably as another needy whimper crosses his lip. Charles' eyes gleam with sinful adoration as he works his hands faster. “You see, my body is my team,” he continues as Max’s hand threads through his soft curls, “and my passion is my brute force."

"Charles, please... I need-"

"I’m an artist, after all," Charles teases as he hovers his mouth where Max wants him most. "And you can’t rush an artist.”

With a soft smirk, Max stands from his seat and starts down the stadium steps towards the edge of the ice rink. He leaves his bulky hockey gear bag behind, taking only his skates with him. It’s quick work to toe off his sneakers and lace up his skates around his jeans, straightening his team-branded, navy-blue soft-shell jacket as he stands up. At the rink’s edge, he slides off the skate guards, secures the gate behind him and steps out into the ice.

Charles’ coach spots him on approach over Charles’ shoulders and offers a small nod of greeting. Max nods in return, careful to keep his distance to let the post-practice debrief wrap up, and he’s rewarded when, at last, Charles turns around to face him.

In the heat of practice, Charles has long since shed his red jacket. Without it, the skin-tight fit of his black short-sleeved, high-collared bodyshirt is beyond obscene. Especially when paired with the delicious black leggings that leave very little of his physique to the imagination. Charles’ eyes narrow in playful suspicion as his coach melts into the arena’s shadows, leaving them alone on the ice, and he lazily glides over towards Max.

“Don’t tell me that you’re out here to give me pointers.” Charles teases as he circles around Max.

“Why would I tell you what you already know?” Max counters easily as he follows Charles at an easy pace. “Your Axel still needs work.”

“And it will get the work. There’s still time yet before the competition.”

Max nods as a fond smile lights his face. “And, like always, I know that you’ll smash it. That trophy is as good as yours.”

Charles shakes his head in gentle reproach as a laugh bubbles in his throat. “Don’t you dare jinx me like that,” he says as he pivots, skating backwards as he levels an accusing finger at Max. “If I break my ankle next time out, it will be your fault.”

Max nearly rolls his eyes even as he chuckles in return. “You won’t break your ankle, Charles. You’re too good for that.”

The corner of Charles’ mouth curls with flattered amusement before he can stop it, and Max loves the love that shines in Charles’ eyes. His heart skips a beat, and he’s instantly reminded of the first time he asked Charles out, fully prepared for rejection and no regrets, and instead ended up closing down a ramen shop as he and Charles lost all track of time.

Charles’ smile grows as his gaze runs up and down Max’s body with an assessing edge. “So are you, you know.” He effortlessly spins around on his skates, continuing their lazy progress around the rink. “Is everyone ready for the match on Saturday?”

“I think so.” Max answers as he skims along the ice into a shallow curve to match the rink's oval shape. “Last year, this other team was shit, so we’ll see if they’ve put the off-season to good use.”

Charles glances over his shoulder, just enough for Max to see the fond smile warming his face. “I remember that match - when Daniel went down and came up without his two front teeth.”

Max shrugs. “Occupational hazard, I suppose.”

“Well, don’t let that happen to you.” Charles says as he turns on his skates again, suddenly skating forwards to Max. “Your teeth are just too lovely as they are.”

A sharp laugh punches from Max’s chest, wrinkling his eyes. “You think my teeth are lovely...?"

Charles shoots him a mock-annoyed glare. “You know what I meant - that you… that I like your smile just as it is now.” He circles around Max in a lazy parody of his talented step sequences, and Max pivots on his own skates.

He may not have Charles' grace, but he knows how to move his body on skate blades. The fabric of Charles’ bodyshirt stretches tight across his chest, and with his cheeks flush from practice, he paints such a gorgeous sight. Max can't stop from reaching out to reel him in close, but Charles digs a toe in the ice and grinds to a halt.

Max pouts for the sheer show of it, and Charles’ smile takes a wicked edge as he pivots in place. Stretching his arms overhead, the lean lines of his torso elongate - and he’s just as gorgeous from behind as the fitted fabric stretches over the globes of his ass and his strong legs. Hungry heat sparks in Max’s blood, threatening to settle between his legs as he continues to run his gaze over Charles’ body.

“Though, if anyone,” Charles continues as he glides a skate forward, purposefully accentuating the sway of his hips, “at any time, hands me an envelope with your teeth in it… I’ll probably just tell them to throw it away.”

“Wow,” Max shakes his head with a breathy scoff as he skates forward to follow after Charles. “And here, I thought that you loved me. You mean you wouldn’t turn my teeth into a necklace so you could always keep a part of me with you?”

With an effortless move, Charles turns back around towards him wearing Max’s favorite smile. “A part of you is always with me, mon cher.” He places his right hand over his heart as he skates backwards. “Right here.”

Max picks up his pace and crowds into Charles’ space before he can pull away. His large hands find Charles’ lean waist and the scent of exertion on Charles’ skin nearly drives Max wild. He leans in, drawing a deep breath. “God, you smell good.”

Charles snorts gently. “We both know that you have poor taste in that area.”

“Oh, come on,” Max counters as they continue to move together. “You should be grateful that I like the smell of feet and sweat.”

“Spoken like the oafish hockey fiend you are.”

“You love the oafish hockey fiend that I am.”

Charles’ back collides gently with the rink wall, and Max doesn’t hesitate to leverage his broader frame against the slender man. A purr rumbles in Charles’ chest as their bodies connect from waist to shoulders. Their lips meet and it’s everything Max wants for the rest of his days. Charles’ mouth curls to a smile against his as they linger in the intimate, reassuring contact after a busy, tiring day.

Charles hums with contentment. “I could get used to this, you know. Cool down laps with my boyfriend to warm me up.”

Max growls his approval as he leans in to steal another kiss. “I could get used to that, too. So long as you’re there after each match to do the same.”

“No deal,” Charles gives a short shake of his head. “You have too many teammates, and I much prefer debriefing with you when there aren’t catcalls or Daniel serenading us in the background.”

“Don’t say his name,” Max whispers conspiratorially. “It’s like talking about Beetlejuice - just saying his name can cause him to suddenly appear.”

Charles’ intoxicating laughter rings out as his smile widens and his eyes sparkle. He’s so truly beautiful and Max doesn’t ever want to forget this moment.

“Well, you should have told me that years ago.” Charles chides playfully. “No wonder I can’t get rid of him.”

Max chuckles as he leans in for another tender kiss. “That’s just because he likes you - he knows how happy you make me.”

“And fortunately for your sake, you make me just as happy,” Charles nips his bottom lip. “Or Daniel would round up the rest of your team to come kick your ass.”

Max snorts derisively even as he shakes his head. “I’d certainly deserve it for hurting you like that, so they’d certainly be welcome to try.”

Charles hums with amusement and Max leans in for another kiss. Charles’ mouth is so warm and pliant against his, and their tongues brush together with teasing, searching strokes. Sparks shoot up Max’s spine as Charles’ hands rest against his shoulders and their hips roll together in a slow grind. Max digs his skates into the ice, trying to find better leverage but Charles beats him to it. With a final kiss, Charles pitches his body weight forward and their blades glide away from the wall.

As Max relents their close embrace - hell, their make out session - he glares in mock-hurt. “Well, you certainly know how to make a guy feel unwanted.”

Charles sighs with put upon annoyance. “I’m not having clothed sex with you against the rink wall,” Charles’ cheeks turn a delicious shade of pink as he continues. “I could never skate here again without remembering it….”

“That doesn’t sound so bad to me.”

“Of course you’d say that.” Charles snorts as he guides a skate forward, extending his arms and lengthening his torso in a move that’s designed to tease more than it is an element from one of his routines. “You don’t have to time the rotations of your spins just right or gauge your distance before starting a sequence. And I don’t need the memory of you rutting against me like the animal you are threatening my focus every time I round this corner. Because then I really might just break my ankle and it will be your fault.”

Max shoves a hand in his jacket pocket as a smirk lifts the corner of his mouth. “Sounds like I’m just the worst influence on you.”

“The absolute worst.” Charles confirms without looking back as the distance on the ice increases between them. The tempting sway of his hips grows more deliberate and Max suppresses a groan as Charles moves his feet with expert skill in another slow, lazy step sequence. His voice comes even and smooth despite the exertion of his body. “But what else do you expect when your boyfriend loves you so much, hm?”

Max runs his thumb over the lid of the velvet box in his pocket as his smile grows. “Then, let’s fix that, shall we?” He moves his skates forward with a burst of the famous speed that he’s known for. Approaching Charles, he drops a knee and the cold, melting ice instantly seeps into his jeans but it’s easy to ignore. He digs the toe of his skate into the ice to bring him to a gentle stop as Charles spins back around just in time for Max to pull out the black velvet box.

The lid snaps open to reveal a stunningly simple and beautiful band, embedded with three curling lines of small diamonds. Charles freezes at the sight of Max on bended knee, eyes going wide and stunned as he stares back.

Max’s heart gallops and lodges in his throat, but he’s never been more certain of anything in his life. “Charles, you mean more to me than you will ever know, but I hope this gives you some idea. Whatever the future holds as you chase your dream, I want to be there for you, for all of it. You deserve the best and I promise that I will do my best-”

“Yes.” Charles interrupts, voice shaking and tight with heartfelt emotion.

Max chuckles breathlessly. “I haven’t even asked you yet…”

“Then, ask me already.” A joyful smile grows on Charles’ face as his eyes glisten. “Ask me, Max.”

Max returns the smile as his heart soars. “Charles… will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes, mon amour.” Charles glides towards him, sniffling. “A thousand times, always yes.”

With trembling fingers, Max removes the ring and slides it onto Charles’ finger for a perfect fit. The white gold compliments Charles' skin tone and the rows of pristine diamonds glitter under the skating rink lights as Charles cups Max’s face with both hands, drawing him in for a long, solid kiss. Charles’ tears dampen Max’s cheeks as he wraps his arms around Charles’ waist, hauling him closer and lifting him off his feet. His footwork isn’t as refined as Charles', but the movement sets them on a gentle spin as they twirl around the ice, lost in each other’s embrace.

And if Charles ends up with a distracting memory against the wall of this ice skating rink after all… well, Max can’t be held responsible for how much he loves his fiance.

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#max verstappen #max verstappen fanfic #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #formula 1 #f1 #formula 1 fic #f1 rpf #lestappen

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dreamyboogrem · 10 months

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I COULD'VE SWORN I POSTED THESE 3 ON HERE

Well in any case meet Team Punk! They're my team for a sonic riders AU my partner and I were playing with! I love these guys so so so much, Crush especially! Hopefully in the near future I'll make some more art of them. Some smaller tidbits about these guys: Crush- (power type) drives an EX gear bike called the "Super Nova" Blade- (speed type) uses EX gear skates dubbed "Triple Axel" Dart- (flight type) pilots a flight EX gear named "Cloud 9" All 3 of these guys also participate in an EX gear roller derby during the night and they're a very well known team. Others even say that they're difficult to beat in a match they're that good. if you have any other questions or wanna know things about these guys feel free to ask me via my ask box!

#mara ''dreamyboo" art #art #digital art #artist on tumblr #illustration #drawing #cartoon #Oc #original character #sonic oc #mobian #leopard #possum #skunk #sonic riders #character design #sonic riders team

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lil-shiro · 2 months

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But what if I was thinking about a glance figure skating au

With Canadian singles men Lance who trains Canada/Italy, beat George on the junior circuit once, a long time ago. George ends up switching to pair skating w/ Carmen (representing England of course cause Spain's fed is less developed) and forgets about Lance until they're both competing as seniors...

Lance will NOT be a flop Canadian men (I could make him switch to Belgium anyways)

George still practices his triple axel for no reason

Lance will have horrible, very on brand Canadian men sad SP music (Exogenesis: Symphony, Part 3), but a really good FP

James bond program for George and Carmen

Falling for each other (maybe literally?) somehow i don't know yet okay...

Anyways this is all very self indulgent...

(Who from the grid/former drivers would do Bolero???)

#writing

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corner-stories · 4 months

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familiarity

Pieck Finger. Porco Galliard. Marcel Galliard. Pairs Skating. Lifts. Choreography. Figure Skating AU. 1425 words. (ao3.)

The pairs skating team known as Pieck Finger and Porco Galliard were notorious for their intensive practices. Now in their first season as seniors, the amount of time they spent at the rink seemed to double. Lifts had to be practiced, throw jumps had to be landed, and pair spins had to be rotated to the very end.

It helped that Pieck had been skating with Porco since they were thirteen — their familiarity with one another made the hours on the rink or in the weight room more bearable. Nowadays, it was hard for Pieck to imagine skating without her beloved partner by her side, without that instinct to look for him on the ice or anticipate his hands on her hips.

So on a frigid autumn morning, one that caused frost to collect in every corner of the town, Pieck arrived at the rink in the afternoon. It was getting easier for her to balance community college and skating. Porco thought she was insane for attempting to take both on together, but so far she had gotten very good at transitioning into practice mode the second her part-time classes would end.

As a result, Pieck’s mind was focused on her programs as she entered the change room. As she got into her practice clothes, she thought about how she was still struggling with her and Porco’s planned double axel-triple lutz combination. As she walked to the rink she thought about what costumes they would require to perfectly encapsulate the energy of their on-ice tribute to Britney Spears.

And as Pieck stretched, she truly wondered what the world would think of Finger-Galliard if they debuted their Barbie Girl routine at the next international competition.

Nonetheless, Pieck laced up her skates as the other skaters used the rink to their heart’s content.

On one end of the ice she could see Zeke working with Annie, using the harness to help assist her axel. As of lately, she had been determined to finally start training a triple. Weeks ago, one of their rinkmates — an even tinier blonde named Historia Reiss — managed to land a quadruple toe loop and flip against all odds.

Perhaps seeing such a thing had motivated Annie to begin upping the ante on her own jumps. Having to compete with someone nicknamed the “Quad Goddess” could do that to a person.

In the middle of the rink was an ice dance team practicing to the music playing through the speakers. Pieck didn’t know Mikasa Ackerman and Jean Kirschtein personally, but she did know of their skating and how meticulous they were at practice. The amount of times she walked by them in the dance studio had given her insights to their complicated curve lifts and balletic footwork, every move they made could exude both musicality and pure athleticism. Mikasa could effortlessly leap into Jean’s arms and he could just as easily transition her onto his shoulder… while spinning. It was hard to believe that they were still juniors.

Pieck had overheard in the hallway that they were currently concocting something called the “Moulin Rouge Routine” for the upcoming season. She had never seen the movie, but judging by the loving way Jean would look into Mikasa’s eyes as they glided across the ice, Pieck wondered if it had a happy ending.

Meanwhile, the skaters that Pieck was actually concerned with were on the other side of the rink.

Porco had told her that he would be assisting Marcel for the day, as his brother was keen on getting his choreography career started somehow. Marcel had created a short program for a teenage skater named Colt, and in doing so requested that his brother record him performing the routine from an on-ice perspective.

But instead of going over step-sequences or Marcel's killer triple salchow, the Galliard Brothers were doing something a lot less productive and a lot more playful.

Pieck looked over just in time to see Porco raising Marcel over his head, utilizing the familiar hand-to-hand press lift that he had used with her countless times. The expression on Marcel’s face was joyous, astounded, and utterly effervescent. Even with his ability to defy gravity on the ice, he was reaching heights he could barely even dream of.

Pieck couldn’t help but laugh as the Galliards had the time of their lives.

For a slender guy, Porco was very capable of keeping Marcel airborne. Perhaps it helped that he was the taller of the brothers, despite being the younger one. He managed to keep Marcel afloat long enough for Pieck to step on the ice and zip over.

Once she arrived, Porco finally let his brother down as both grinned from ear to ear.

“Hey, Marcel, didn’t we come to an agreement?” Pieck said as she came to a stop. She smiled cheekily at the older — yet shorter — Galliard and playfully wagged her finger at him. “At home he’s your brother, but here he’s my partner?”

Marcel let out a chuckle. “Apologies, Pieck, we just wanted to try something new.”

Porco was laughing along. “Yeah, we’re working on a new move for our next gala!”

“Good to know,” Pieck soon said. She took Porco’s hand, the familiarity of which when mixed with the chill of the rink brought a sense of calmness to her. The way his hand could fit with hers was second nature to her now.

She looked at the elder Galliard playfully. “Anyways… Marcel, you know how it is. You got something else to do, right?”

It was telling of her closeness to the Brothers that she could speak to them in such a way.

They had all been skating since they were barely eight years old, having been put in the same class. Back then Pieck could barely manage a waltz jump and Porco was nowhere near as strong as he was now. During those days, Porco would watch enviously as the boys on the other side of the rink played hockey — being stuck in a figure skating class with his brother and a bunch of girls was not how he wanted to spend his Saturdays. But apparently, Mrs. Galliard insisted that the brothers have a shared class together, as they didn’t have one in school.

Porco only seemed to truly dedicate his time and passion towards the art form once he was paired with Pieck. It had been the suggestion of Zeke that they skate together, as Porco struggled with the jump elements after hitting a growth spurt — unlike Marcel, who was a god-sent prodigy with loops and flips.

Even if the Galliards were skating in different disciplines, Porco made sure to watch Marcel during every competition and vice versa. Fittingly, Pieck was often the one sitting beside him as they watched the elder Galliard dazzle the world with his spins and footwork.

Over the years, their consistent support had bonded Pieck with the brothers, something that had been thankful for from the very start.

When Pieck looked up to meet Marcel’s gaze, he was rubbing the back of his neck and looking to the opposite side of the rink.

“Well, I was gonna show Annie what I cooked up for her short program, but…” he started.

Just as Pieck and Porco looked to their rinkmate, Annie was attempting her triple axel without the harness. Despite falling on her rear end, she was back on her feet immediately. Zeke’s expression remained stern as he gestured for his trainee to try again, something that made Annie glare at him despite obeying his orders.

It was very fortunate that Marcel was a calm, kindly, and patient choreographer in general. Annie was probably going to be thoroughly irked once he came around.

“... she looks a bit stressed,” Marcel finished off.

Pieck rolled her eyes, though a part of her hoped that Zeke wasn’t slightly harder on Annie than he was with her and Porco. Perhaps Annie simply reacted to the coach’s drill sergeant-esque attitude differently.

“While you’re at it, think you can convince Zeke to reconsider our Barbie Girl routine?” Pieck asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes at Marcel for extra measure.

Marcel’s expression remained playful, though slightly defeated. It had not been the first time that Pieck brought up her beloved routine to him.

Porco let out a chuckle as he put his arm around her, a gesture he did quite often. “Not letting that one go, aren’t you?” He playfully tapped her nose with the end of his finger.

“Well, we didn’t spend all that time perfecting our Iron Lotus for nothing!”

#gallipieck #pokkopiku #pieck finger #porco galliard #marcel galliard #zeke yeager #annie leonhardt #jean kirstein #mikasa ackerman #snk #figure skating au

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