c*nty Olympic figure skater Terzo and his starry-eyed hockey goon bf Omega from @ramblingoak’s iconic new speed skater!Copia AU. Run—don’t walk—to read it here: Copia on ICE!
Excerpt and costume inspo under the cut. (Yes. Yes, it is Johnny Weir.)
“Do you think he’s into fisting?”
“Jesus Christ Terzo!” You slid to a stop in front of where your friend and roommate was lounging against the rink wall staring at his phone. “What the hell?”
“I’m just asking!”
“But why are you asking me when you should be asking him?”
“I will but you know, one needs to prepare themselves for every possibility.” He glanced up from his phone with a smirk on his face. “Like fisting.”
“How about you keep your possibilities to yourself.” You skated to his side, placing your elbows on the low wall while you gave him a stern look. “And stop saying fisting.”
“Fine, fine.” His phone screen lit up and Terzo grinned at whatever was on there before he quickly typed out a response. When he was done he turned and gave you a quick grin. “Have I ever told you that you are my favorite person?”
“Yes, but you only tell me that when you have bad news or you want something.” Terzo’s grin wavered a bit but his phone lit up again and he giggled at whatever he saw on it. “Just spit it out Terzo.”
“Would you mind terribly if I left early?”
“How early? We still have the rink for a few hours.”
He winced, glancing at his phone again before sheepishly meeting your eyes.
“Now?”
“Now? Terzo, you need to practice!”
“SÍ, grazie coach, I know.” He pushed off the wall and skated around you to the opening. “I’ve been practicing for weeks. Months.” You watched as he grabbed his blade covers and went to sit on the bench where he’d tossed all his gear. “Years!”
“That’s the point Terzo! We do all this practicing for a reason, to get to where we are today.” You grabbed your own covers and followed him out of the rink. “You do remember we’re at the Winter Olympics, right?”
“We’re at the Olympics?!” Terzo gave an exaggerated gasp and you rolled your eyes. “Amica mia, I know this. How can I forget when you’re covered in feathers.”
Glancing down at your costume you let out a sigh. Swan Lake hadn’t been your first choice of song for your short program, mostly because you knew your coach would lean into the swan aspect way too much. White feathers decorated the fabric from your chest down to the short skirt. When you looked at the ground you could see a few feathers had fallen off and were scattered over the floor. With a huff you crossed your arms and looked back to glare at Terzo.
“At least I’m covered in something. Your costume is 80% lace. Does that even meet the regulations?”
“Omega liked it.”
“Oh well if Omega likes it then that’s all that matters.” You both glared at each other for a few beats before you sighed and trudged over to sit by him on the bench. “Is he a snowboarder?”
“Hockey.”
“Well Secondo will be pleased at least.”
“Eh, he plays for Sweden.” At that you winced, Terzo’s older brother was the head coach for team Italy and probably wouldn’t be thrilled Terzo was sleeping with someone from a rival team. “You should see him, cara mia. Wide shoulders, thick arms and an ass to die for.”
“That sounds like most hockey players.”
“No no, he’s not just a hockey player. He’s the captain.”
“The captain? Then why the fuck are you still here? Go get him!”
Terzo laughed, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on your forehead.
“I knew you’d understand.”
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wdym your cowboys lick each others assholes sticker 😭😭 where can i find it
Lmao its on the back of my ipad @assclaptherapy made it for me so i guess the only way to get one is to print one for yourself unfortunately
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do we prefer our jigen looking like he just rolled out of bed or slicked-back
this is important
I prefer him with bangs, it's less "WOAH MAMA" but a bit cuter and makes him seem a little shy which is interesting
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Investing in the important blue checkmarks in the hope that at some point I will receive CRAB
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Coworker left a bunch of flamingo pens on my desk.
I put them here so Overhaul can be with his people.
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new work: Decorative Elf
Since Chita is sitting on me and i can't possibly be expected to do anything Productive under these circumstances (yes i'm back in Buffalo briefly to do a zillion things before I leave again on Friday) I sat and finished this almost-deleted-scene and instead have posted it as a standalone. Featuring Yennefer, and Iorveth in a silk robe, and some wine, and some hair braiding.
Decorative Elf, on AO3
Now he took his goblet and sank gracefully back onto the cushions next to Saskia, extending his long legs gracefully out in front of him, heedless of how the robe slid open along much of one thigh. Saskia tilted her head to admire him. “You’re so decorative,” she said fondly.
“I’ll have to change the placard at my office,” Iorveth said.
“What does it say now?” Yennefer asked.
Vanetta laughed. “I made him the Terror of Legend placard,” she said.
“Did you,” Yennefer said, remembering that tour of the offices. “Brilliant. But you’re right. It should say-- what should it say?”
“Decorative Elf,” Saskia said.
“Oh, let’s make it so,” Yennefer said, and rummaged in her satchel.
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