#did a figure skating routine to this song once

[doiliedaze]

Thin Ice: part one

Hockey! Vi x reader

Warnings: none in this part

Genre: fluff, angst

A/N: okay!! so this is my attempt in starting a series about hockey Vi based on this dream I had months and the Sailor Song by Gigi Perez and Moments by MOIO okay so wish me luck!! also none of my fics are truly edited I just re-read them till I can’t and pray my grammar is good. Reader is kinda naive/one track minded and very insecure in this. I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HOCKEY SO BARE WITH ME!!

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I’ve been skating since I was a little girl. It was the only place I could call home. Skating was the only place I was finally the smartest and brightest in the room since I was perceived otherwise academically…and I do lack a bit in the common sense area.

They say there’s a zone we enter when we’re aligning our energy with the activity we love. My alignment is when I soar through the air, or just don’t fall flat on my ass. It was another one of those moments, heading to the rink when I was stopped.

“What are you doing here cupcake?”

When my eyes focus on her I was taken aback as I try to quickly study her. Why was my roommate here? “You know I practice here.” I state as I lace up.

She chuckled as she looks me up in down. I’m in a black bodysuit covered by a pink skirt and leg warmers over my matching pink skates, my coily hair put into a bun by a bow. “The practice is reserved for the hockey team. Did you not see the schedule posted outside?” She says with a small smile, I tilt my head “they changed the schedule?” Her smile flatters a bit and twitches as she points to the wall. I make an “o” shape with my mouth putting the pieces together. She pats my shoulders and skates away. In reparations of me fucking up I stay and watch.

Our college; Piltover university offers an array of extracurricular activities and in my three years of being here I’ve never known of this damn schedule changing!

Number 6, is an interesting player and my roommate. She brings an obvious aggression that the sport needs but she’s so swift and fast. I don’t know much about hockey but I do know she just scored so I might as well cheer for her right? Wrong! Getting stared at and the small but big enough snickers for me was enough to make me wanna to shrink and crawl into a hole and dissolve into a sunflower seed and sprout- well you get the point. This pushes me to attempt a swift exit.

When making my hurried exit she skates to the edge and whistles at me to get my attention. “Don’t leave, I appreciate having a personal cheerleader.” Her plump lips growing into a wolf-ish grin as she stares me down, always wanting a reaction. “Well I’m not a cheerleader I’m an ice skater! No disrespect to cheerleaders though I mean that takes a lot of courage, I know I could never-”

“It wasn’t a diss cupcake.” She stated before winking and skating away.

My face has never felt this hot before! Today is the day of utter shame and cruel unusual punishment. Now I have to figure out a new place to skate because I refuse to make the same mistake again…or read the time sheet next time who knows!

I make a routine out of avoiding the rink around 5-8 so I go during the wee hours of the morning. Kinda killing my sleeping schedule but hey pride am I right?

I don’t skate to be on a team, I prefer to be by myself and skate for me. It gets lonely sure but no one has ever supported me in doing this. All the slick comments of “oh why not be a majorette? On a step team? Why’d you stop stepping? You wanna be any race but black! Blah blah blah!” Don’t get me wrong those are beautiful activities in my culture but black girls can be everything and more at once. When I stepped it was fun and I could feel the unity but the feeling skating gave me made me feel like the most beautiful and the closest to my blackness. So when it came down to picking what I really wanted I chose skating, and been on my own since, because girls like me don’t belong here. Proving people wrong has been my biggest motivation, maybe I’m being a hard-ass but I don’t care; it feels good when I do in the end.

This routine I was practicing was more than difficult…axels hate me and I hate axels but I’m trying to land a quadruple axel.

My mind relaxes as my chest thumps, today feels like day…something I tell myself a lot. My momentum pushed as “Pearls” by Sade plays. I push off my left leg to project myself into the air. One…two…three…four-ish? My spin wasn’t complete and my landing was shaky, but I can try again. So I tried again and again! Frustrated I push myself, my skates cutting deep as I try to gain speed. Leaping into the air I spin one…two…three…four times! However I land flat on my ass. “Fuck!” I yell and i cover my face and I can’t control the wobble in my lip when I hear claps.

“And here I thought you were sneaking out to do something cool.” Vi states as she carefully glides over.

“I don’t need that right now.” I mutter, “company?” She lays on the ice with me.

Vi and I’s relationship is complicated. When we met in freshman year we hooked up then we ghosted each other. Sophomore year we both joined the literature club and gained a true friendship with a side of fucking whenever we’re both single. Now junior year I just feel distant with her.

She rubbed my cheek, “you don’t talk to me anymore.” I move from her touch…wishing I didn’t I know reaching out is hard for her. “I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry do better” she stood up shoving her hands in her pockets. “C’mon we’re going out.” I know not to argue so I oblige.

“The library?” I scoff in a whisper, “we are English majors.” She nudges me with her shoulder and I nudge her back.

We find a cozy nook and read our respective books. The two of us haven’t hung out in so long. I didn’t realize how much I missed her. I take her book. “Hey!” She reaches over me. Her pale blue eyes stare into my dark brown eyes. A soft blush spreads over her freckled cheeks and her eyebrows soften. “I miss you” we both whisper then laugh. Vi moves from me and takes my hand.

I’ve never been the type of person to be comfortable around others, wanting to be apart of a team but with Vi…I want to try everything.

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A/N: im so excited to start this series!! I wanted to challenge myself and I hope you guys enjoy <3

(Dividers by @dollywons)

[sameatsfunions]

I thought of a steddie AU-

Skate rental Eddie, passing out skates for hours.

“Here you go-“ Eddie says as he passes out the ice skates to a group of preteens.

His shift goes like that for another hour, and mainly it’s people returning skates because the free skate hours are nearly over, which Eddie is grateful for because that means so is his shift.

Finally, 20 minutes after his shift should’ve been over, he grabs his things and clocks out. The next event at the arena is private lessons. Usually they last an hour each, and Eddie usually leaves on time.

But not today, today he had so many returned skates to clean and put away he stayed over his usual time, and when he was leaving the sounds of arguing came from the ice box; It caught his attention and he looked down onto the ice while he was leaving and saw someone getting onto the ice.

He was in black leggings and a tight long sleeve shirt, his hair flew around in the wind from him effortlessly skating around warming up.

Eddie didn’t realize he was walking closer to the glass, being drawn by the perfect man he saw. Eddie was pretty inexperienced when it came to dating, he barely had friends let alone any girlfriends, there was that one girl he took on a date, but it ended with him alone, and a whole bucket of popcorn to eat. After that he just decided maybe it wasn’t for him anyways.

He sat down at the back of the arena, praying that he wouldn’t be seen, the stadium seating lowly lit, perfect place for him to observe.

Eddie watched as the guy skated around with his eyes closed, the only sound coming from anywhere was the scraping of the blades from his skates, cutting and carving through the ice with each turn and twist.

He looked off to someone Eddie couldn’t see, and watched him nod, slowing at the center of the rink. He took a deep breath and the music started. Eddie didn’t recognize the song, it wasn’t some fancy professional song, just one that anyone would listen to. Eddie didn’t know much about ice skating other than the sizing of shoes and the fact that ice was cold and it hurt when you fell on it.

He watched as the guy started to skate, with the most emotion he’s ever seen, just gliding around like he was born right there, on the ice.

It honestly took eddies breath away, his eyes latched onto the angelic creature who was effortlessly skating, and felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

He quickly grabbed it out and realized he completely forgot about the plans he made earlier that week with his few friends, and the fact that he was already late.

“Shit-“ he said quietly and stood up, trying to be as quiet as possible and slip out of the upper side door of the arena.

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He made it to his dungeons and dragons session only 40 minutes late. Of course he blamed it on work and traffic and anything he could other than the pretty skating boy knowing that he would get torn apart by his friends for being a creep and watching a complete stranger skate.

The last thing he needed was a reminder that he wasn’t normal like most of the people his age.

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It was two days later when Eddie saw the guy again. He definitely didn’t wait around the last two shifts to see if he was scheduled for the private lesson after the free skate, and he absolutely wasn’t upset when it wasn’t him who skated onto the ice.

He quickly sat in the same chair as he once again just admired the way the guy could glide across the ice and not even look at where he was going. He skated with his eyes closed half the time he was out there.

It went on like that for about a month. Eddie watching him skate mainly every couple of days. Sometimes the guy wouldn’t show up, and Eddie would hide his disappointment and leave frustrated. Eddie didn’t realize how much it made his day to see someone else have a passion like he did. Of course his wasn’t as beautiful and graceful as figure skating, he played guitar.

Just as Eddie got into a routine of hanging around to see the private sessions, and who was renting them out, he was asked to Zamboni the ice for a week or two while the guy who usually did that job was out on vacation. Eddie said he would, not because he wanted to, but because it was an excuse to stay longer and see who was coming out onto the ice.

He left his stuff in the little rental office, and quickly made his way down to the back area where they kept the Zamboni. They taught him the first week of his job, and originally he was going to do this and maintenance, but the job in rental opened up around the same time and he opted out for that.

He threw his hair up into a sloppy bun, and got to work, pulling it out onto the ice. He let the machine do its job as he zoned out just making sure to keep it from running into things. The whole process took about 5 minutes and he was so focused on pulling it back into the area it was kept in the arena - he didn’t notice the guy had come in and started to put on his skates.

Eddie was walking back to grab his stuff when he got stopped in his tracks by someone calling out a kinda hostile “hey!”

Eddie looked around and saw him, down by the glass box, staring up at him. He stood there like a deer in headlights, thoughts pouring through his head.

Did I not Zamboni right?

Does he think I did a bad job-

The guy waved at him, telling him to come over with one simple hand gesture- so Eddie did. He walked down the steps and before he knew it, he was standing there just on the other side of the glass. “Uh… hey?” Eddie said, quickly looking at the ice to make sure it was smooth and a decent job.

“Why do you watch me when I skate?” The guy asked.

Oh shit- Eddie thought, his eyes snapping back to the guy, which now that he was closer noticed so many more details that made him somehow even more perfect.

He had a few small moles on his left cheek, one on his neck. His lips were pouty, cheeks puffy and red from the cold already, and his hair- his hair was so thick and this honey brown, just like his eyes.

“I uh- I -“ Eddie stuttered. “I just like to watch you skate-“ he said. It was so awkward he felt himself cringe deep inside. “I work here.” Eddie said again, trying to help his case- realizing quickly it absolutely did not help him at all.

“Okay…” the guy said his eyes flicking around, “it’s kinda creepy…” he followed his last statement. “Can I give you a tip?” He said, looking up at Steve as he Bent down to check and make sure his skates were tight and ready to go.

“Uh, yeah-“ Eddie knew he didn’t Zamboni right-

“Yeah of course, it’s also like the first time- I’ve done that- Zamboni the ice-“

“At least introduce yourself, you know- before you stalk someone.” The guy said, looking up at him with knowing eyes.

Oh he meant- oh shit-

“Right yeah- yeah of course-“

Eddie stared at the guy whose eyes waited for more of an answer. “Eddie.”

He said, giving the guy a sheepish smile, holding out a hand.

The guy stood up, and shook his hand finally telling him his name. “Steve.” He skated backwards away from Eddie, nodding slightly, and calling out “the ice is nice… better than the other guy who does it.” A smile peaking up on his face for the first time since the interaction. “You should take a seat, gonna be here for an hour.” Steve called out to him as the blades on his skates cut through the ice, the sound echoing around the arena.

So Eddie did just that, he sat down and he watched Steve skate.

[judes-hoe]

Timeless Desires~KM9

Parrings ~ Kylian Mbappé x reader

Summary ~ Your a pro ice skater in Madrid, when you heard the famous Kylian Mbappé was coming to Madrid you followed him, and he followed you too. So what happens when he finally lands in Madrid?

Warnings ~ mentions of weird DMs,

A/N ~ just a short series:) (also reader is and ice skater/ figure skater!!!)(and I’m not a figure skater and some stuff might be wrong sorry!!!)

Pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

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You were a pro ice skater, you competed in lots of competitions. You lived in Madrid, you couldn’t ask for a better life. In your free time you read books and watch football. Obviously a big Madrid fan, you always get season passes to the matches.

Well one day you were scrolling on your phone and saw that a certain frenchie was coming to Madrid. You’ve honestly been waiting for it to be confirmed for a while and now it is. So you decided to follow him only to see ‘follow back’ when you do. It made your mind wonder how you’ve never noticed.

About a month passed, you were at the ice rink you practiced at. Going through and practice your routine with your coach. When you were done and getting ready to leave you saw a notification on instagram. It was a DM, you ignored it thinking it was just some creepy dude asking for nudes again.

When you got back to your apartment and sat down, that’s when you saw who the DM was really from. Kylian Mbappé himself, you were in shock. You sat there on your couch for about 5 minutes before answering it.

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The rest of the day had gone by, it’s about 10pm and you just got out the shower. You check your phone and see a text from a random number. You ignore it and do you quick skin care routine. By the time you’re in bed in 10:20 and you go back to the text message.

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With that you put your phone away and laid down. You smile to yourself and think about what’s happened the past couple of hours. You then drift off to sleep thinking about what will happen when you competition comes.

The week went by in a blur, you and Kylian texted almost everyday. Just getting to know each other better. Well it’s Saturday the day of your competition. It wasn’t until like 9:30pm, Kylian said it worked great for him since they had an early training today.

You got there about 8:50 and started getting ready, you got into your outfit. It was a black one. It was one of your favorites to wear once in a while. You then get your skates on. “Okay time to stretch.” My coach, James said. You nod you head and walk out into the hallway while James instructs your stretch’s, and which stretches to do.

“You’re gonna kill it today.” James said trying to get you into that mindset. “Don’t I every time.” You joke with him while stretching your legs. “You’re not wrong, but still, you’re gonna do great, we’ve practiced all week.” He said.

After about 25 minutes of stretching you hear them call the first girl to go. Your song you picked was Wash. by Bon Iver. It was a perfect song to do your routine to.

About fifteen minutes passed and 4 more girls had gone and you were next. You stand and wait, they then call your name and James pats your back. You skate out onto the middle of the ice. You stand in the middle of the rink and take a deep breath waiting for the song to play.

When you hear of start you start your routine. Your routine was about 3 minutes long. As you skate and do your routine you block out all the noise from the crowd; you just pretend you’re at practice doing your routine.

As you hear your song end you stop to skate and hear the cheers of the crowd. You then make your way off the rink and over to James. “Amazing job! You did so good.” He said pulling you into a hug. “Couldn’t do it without you James, you help me a lot in my career.” You said hugging him back.

2 more girls went and there’s about a 10 minute break were you and the 7 girls wait and watch them set up the podium. They then announced that the top 3 winners will be announced. You always got nervous when it was time to see the top 3 winners. In third was Vanessa Willams, in second was Britney Edwards, then they get ready to announce who’s in first.

“In first place, with 12 gold medals, 2 championships, is the queen of figure skating y/n!” They announced. You smile and skate onto the ice accepting your medal and stepping onto the top step.

They get ready to take a picture and you invite the other two girls onto the top step for the picture.

You then make your way back to the locker room and change into your outfit you came in. Which was just sweatpants and a shirt. You pack your outfit and skates away and leave the locker room congratulating the other girls. As you leave and start to walk out the stadium you hear your name called a turn around.

“Congratulations.” Kylian said when you turn around, he holds out a bouquet of flowers for you. “Thank you.” You said accepting the flowers. “You did really great, I loved your umm.” He stumbled on his words. “Routine.” You finished for him. “Yes that, you did great on your routine.” He smiled softly.

“So would you want me to show you around…I know a good ice cream place around here?” You said. “Don’t think Ancelotti would like me having ice cream but one won’t hurt.” He said. “It’s okay I won’t tell.” You laugh.

You then made your way to his car as James drove you here, and you told james you had a ride home. You then give Kylian directions to the ice cream shop…

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Taglist: @kymb-10

A/N ~ comment to be added to taglist! Also thanks to Maha my babe for helping me with this can’t thank her enough🩷

[endless-summer-soldier]

ice ice baby - chapter seven

pairing: CollegeHockeyPlayer!Bucky x CollegeFigureSkater!Reader

summary: Bucky is a college hockey player, Y/N is a figure skater without a partner. What's happens when these two opposites start sharing the ice...

warnings: enemies to lovers trope, some alcohol use

word count: 1.8k

taglist: @sebsgirl71479 @whiskeyrosepoetry

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It was an understatement to say their routine had rocked the figure skating world. Fans and skaters from all over the globe were talking about the finesse of their routine. But more than that, they talked about the unjust scores. No one could figure out how Y/N and James had scored so low with an impeccable routine. The easy assumption became that their song choice and outfits were too “rebellious” for the figure skating world. Fans of the sport applauded their originality and were outraged with the judges.

Almost immediately following the competition, Twitter was trending with tweets about how the duo was robbed from a guaranteed victory and it was unbelievable that they hadn’t qualified for the Olympics. The Twitter backlash grabbed the attention of Tara Lipinski and Johnny Weir, who were also appalled at the ratings. The two of them called for a re-scoring from the judges, which had never happened before.

It wasn’t long before this captured the attention of the national media. The routine had been featured on ESPN and John Oliver even did a piece on the injustice for his show, Last Week Tonight. The duo became local celebrities overnight and neither knew how to handle it.

With all the uproar on their routine, the two hadn’t dealt with the kiss. Neither of them really knew where to go from there. They weren’t seeing each other as much because there was no need to train. The media was always hounding them for an interview or comment on the situation. So they kept their heads down and focused on going to class. 

While Y/N had accepted the results of the competition, Bucky hadn’t. He arguably made things worse by tweeting his own feelings and retweeting those whose ideas mirrored his own. The whole hockey team seemed to back him up and there was talk of a team strike. But Y/N couldn’t let that happen. She talked Bucky off the ledge and let him continue on with his training.

“You’ve just worked so hard for this. It’s not fair to just let them win,” he’d argue once she called him out for another retweet.

“Bucky, this is just how it works. We knew the routine was a risk, it is what it is. We just have to move on.”

“I’m not giving up that easily. We are not the only ones who are outraged. There has to be something we can do.”

She let out a big sigh, “They have never re-scored a routine in the history of the sport. We just have to move on. You need to focus on hockey now.”

He wasn’t satisfied with her response and he sure as hell wasn’t giving up that easily. He just needed some time to think about what he was going to do.

Y/N stopped for a cup of coffee before heading to the library and she was surprised to find that the campus was buzzing. Members of the hockey team were posting flyers to the walls and handing flyers out to anyone who walked by. 

“Y/N! Hey!” Sam grabbed her attention as she stood there in confusion. 

“What is all this? A fundraiser of some sort?” she asked, pulling out her wallet to donate.

Sam squinted at her in disbelief and then smiled, “You didn’t know about all this?”

“Know about what?” Sam simply handed her a flyer.

WE DEMAND A NEW SCORE!

SIGN THE PETITION FOR USFS TO REVIEW THE SCORES FOR NATIONALS!

OUR SKATERS DESERVE AN OLYMPIC SPOT!

Underneath the words there was a professional picture of Y/N and Bucky that was taken before the competition. There was also a QR code that would lead the scanner to the petition on Change.org.

“You have got to be kidding me,” she murmured.

“He’s tough to stop once he puts his mind to something,” Sam replied. 

“So he gets a couple thousand signatures on this thing, it’s not going to make a difference.”

“Oh we’re well past a couple thousand,” Sam pulled up the petition on his phone and showed it to Y/N. Over 400,000 signatures, and the number kept increasing.

“What the hell…How?”

“That’s the beauty of social media. He went viral on TikTok.”

“Oh my God,” she said, exacerbated.

“And he’s been doing interviews with every media outlet that will have him. Podcasts, radio, news, morning shows, you name it.” 

“He should be training. You all should be training! I don’t know why he’s so stuck on this.”

“Really? You don’t know,” he said sarcastically.

She shrugged at him, unsure of what he was implying. 

“Watch the TikTok, then you’ll get it,” she nodded her head and started to walk off, “And sign the position!” he added.

As soon as she got to the library, she put in her headphones and opened up TikTok. Without even searching for the video, Bucky’s face immediately popped up on her For You page.

“My name is Bucky Barnes and I’m a college hockey player who recently became a figure skater. I was trained by my partner in just a few weeks to compete at the national level and I’m asking for your help to right a wrong.”

The screen changed to show the routine for nationals and Bucky continued speaking.

“During this competition, my partner choreographed and executed an incredible routine, only to be met with mediocre scores from the judges. I believe this score to be an absolute abomination and I am coming for USFS. The routine pushed boundaries with the song choice and choreography and was executed perfectly. USFS does not want to acknowledge creativity and those willing to challenge the standards. We are asking USFS to review the routine and give a new score that the routine deserves. My partner Y/N worked tirelessly on the routine and she doesn’t deserve to have her Olympic spot taken from her when she has worked so hard her entire life. Please do this for her, she is the most talented figure skater I have seen and she is the only person who could’ve turned me from a rough hockey player to a figure skater.” 

The video changed to a candid photo of Y/N and Bucky from before the competition. She wasn’t even sure where this photo had come from but the two were looking at each other with smirks on their faces, as if they were privy to an inside joke that no one else knew.

“Please, follow the link in my bio and sign the petition. Share this video with all your friends and family. This beautiful human has done everything to earn a spot on this team. We can’t let her career end on this note. She deserves a chance to stand on that podium in Beijing and earn a gold medal for her country. Let’s make her dream come true.”

Y/N was surprised to find tears had formed in the corner of her eyes. It was for her, that’s why he was doing this. The fact that he went through all this effort just to give her another chance to skate took her breath away. No one had ever done anything like that for her before. 

“We have an update on the story we featured a few weeks ago about the figure skating pair from the University of Minnesota. Bucky Barnes, the male skater, went viral on TikTok with a link to a petition for USFS to review the scoring. This video has received 2.1 million likes and continues to be shared by famous figures in the skating community, including Michelle Kwan, Sasha Cohen, and Nathan Chen. On top of that, NHL players and teams have also been sharing the video and urging fans to support the petition. The petition has just reached over one million signatures and as of yesterday USFS has announced they will be reviewing the scoring. This is a huge step forward for the skating community who has fully supported the skating pair’s bid for an Olympic spot. The routine they competed with is considered to be one of the most technically difficult and well executed in skating history. While you may think victory has been won, we still don’t know if USFS will make any changes. They have never revised a score in a national competition so I urge you to sign this petition if you have not yet. This pair deserves a fair evaluation for their routine and should not be penalized simply for skating to AC/DC.”

Y/N was stunned to find that she was featured on John Oliver yet again. She could not understand how this story had gained so much traction. Bucky had nearly quadrupled his Twitter and Instagram followers and he had no plans to stop his campaign until USFS responded with a final verdict.

She hadn’t spoken to Bucky much the past week other than the occasional text message. It wasn’t for lack of desire, it was more because she was nervous how to act around him. Now that she had fully realized her massive crush on him, she was worried it would make their relationship weird and she would clam up and not know what to say. She was almost hoping that her feelings would go away if she spent more time away from him.

Bucky was the complete opposite. He was head over heels for Y/N and all he wanted was to prove it to her with his actions. That was partially why he was on such a tear about the scoring. He wasn’t willing to just let things be when he knew she deserved better. He was hoping if he was able to get the score revised that she might see how important she was to him. But he was working on a back up plan to woo her in case this didn’t work out.

He was surprised to hear his phone ring this late on a Sunday night and was even more surprised to find it was Y/N.

“Well hey stranger,” he answered. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Oh I just happened to be watching some late night TV and imagine my surprise to see the two of us featured.”

“Face it babe, we’re famous now.”

She chuckled, “Regardless of the outcome of this whole ordeal, I really want to thank you. Without you, none of this would be happening.”

“It’s really nothing.”

“It’s not nothing! You’ve got the whole hockey team involved, you're doing interviews all the time, you're making TikToks. This is like a full on election campaign. Don’t minimize your efforts by saying it's nothing.”

“And I would do all of it again if it means sending you to the Olympics.”

Her breath caught in her throat, “You’re really doing all of this for me?”

“Of course. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.”

“You know what would make me happy?”

“What’s that?”

“Seeing you.”

“Then let me take you out tomorrow night.”

She nodded her head, even though he couldn’t see her. “I’d like that.”

[paty0831]

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.

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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

[corner-stories]

ice dancing on his own

Bart Allen. Jesse Chambers. Ice Rinks. Podiums. Himbos With Chiselled Jaws. Figure Skating AU. 3618 words. (ao3.)

A month ago, Bart Allen was perilously performing an ice dance routine at Junior Nationals that would net him and his partner — the immeasurably talented Cissie King-Jones — fourth place and a spot on the podium. Despite his age and his slender frame, he managed to make the act of lifting a seventeen-year-old girl with one arm for three rotations over a slippery surface look utterly effortless. 

At the time the lovers of the sport cheered for the duo of King-Jones & Allen, as it had been the first time they had podiumed at a competition in their junior career. 

But right now, Bart was just trying to get through class.

As per usual, school was a slog. Each moment he spent in the classroom felt wasted. Every few minutes he would find himself glancing at the clock in the corner, only to be disappointed to see that the short hand had barely moved. 

He tapped his foot restlessly against the floor as his English teacher spoke in length about how deep the (something something) in the second act of (something something Shakespeare play) was (something something symbolic) and definitely not a (something something phallus joke). And at the end of it all, everyone was a better person for knowing it. Or something. 

Clearly, the works of Billy Shakes were not Bart’s forte. 

Once the bell rang and Bart was free from the shackles that were the American education system, he was quick to leave the classroom and even quicker to leave the campus. 

Keystone was still chilly this time of year, but the bite of winter did nothing to stop him on his commute. Somehow, he was more patient when waiting for the bus to arrive at his stop, as what awaited him on the other side was something he actually cared about. 

With his headphones placed on his ears Bart placed his music on shuffle, then was immediately brought to a song he hoped to not hear. Listening to the music of his rhythm dance from the current season was the last thing he wanted to do. 

As the first few bars of the song played, his mind quickly recalled the way he and Cissie had tango’d across the rink, proudly performing what could only be described as “Cheetah Girls 2 on Ice.” 

With the memories of Nationals and his partner now in his head, Bart quickly texted Cissie to ask how her ankle was healing up. 

When the bus arrived at his stop, Bart stepped off and practically sped-walk to the rink across the street. Even if he was training sans-partner, he was going to make the use of his rink time no matter what. His coaches would certainly come for him if he didn’t. 

His mind felt like a blizzard of thoughts as he came into the building. 

As he entered the lobby of the Keystone Ice Skating Center, he pondered the apparent “tea” regarding certain Senior skaters at Nationals last month, as the mere implication of figure skaters dating could send the lovers of the sport into a fervent frenzy. He had been told many times to not dig deep into the business of other skaters, but after seeing enough tweets about who was seen hanging out with who at a cafe near the North Metropolis Ice Arena, the rabbit hole began to make him curiouser and curiouser. 

After doing his usual stretches and warm-up, he laced up his skates and made his way to the rink. For now he could work on his step sequences while trying not to think about whether Cissie’s ankle injury would equate to her early retirement, and perhaps his as well. 

He knew it was absurdly selfish to make his good friend’s injury about him, but it was hard not to when his coaches were doing that exact thing. Obviously, ice dance was a sport that required two people, and being partnerless was far from what most people on his level would prefer to be. Having danced with Cissie since they were ten years old didn't help either, as Bart was truly unable to imagine what it was like to compete with someone else.

If the ISU would accept Bart ice dancing on his own, then he would be practicing for his solo debut. But instead he was here, sitting on a bench near the ice rink and wondering if Cissie’s ankle injury would spell the end for the duo that was King-Jones & Allen. 

Sitting on a bench near the ice, Bart checked his phone again and saw a reply from Cissie. In response to his question pertaining to the state of her injured limb, she sent him a photo of what she was doing at the moment. 

Evidently, the wonderful ice dancer that was Suzanne King-Jones was spending her recovery time holed up in her bedroom watching episodes of The Bachelor on her laptop. To give her some sense of comfort during an uncomfortable time, she had permitted herself to consume the foods she would never touch in the middle of the season. 

Judging by the multiple ice cream pints by her computer, one could easily assume that the astounding Suzanne King-Jones was recovering from a rather nasty break-up and not an ankle injury. 

And to think all of this had started because Cissie — of all things — tripped while exiting her mother’s car. Perhaps the weather wizard that created the Keystone City winters were out to get her. 

In response, Bart sent a handful of sympathetic emojis and hoped they would tide her through. 

The rink was sparsely occupied as Bart pulled the guards off his blades. A handful of juvenile level skaters were getting coached, some were practicing on their own, and on the far end were the rink’s pride and joy. 

Tall and slender, Wally West was able to glide across the ice with the grace of a swan soaring under the stars. And he wasn’t alone, as he was joined by the rink’s other golden glider. Lisa Snart was well-versed in the art of making it look easy, as she made skating circles around her rinkmate look like child’s play. 

Unsurprisingly, the fact that both Wally had placed second and Lisa had placed first at Nationals led to their little rink in Keystone gaining an increased amount of media attention. Then again, the fabled Lisa was known for podiuming at every Nationals since her senior level debut, but that's besides the point. 

Bart often imagined that the fancy rinks in Gotham and Metropolis were boiling mad that a skater as decorated as Lisa managed to accomplish her feats while training in a dingy midwest rink. 

As the two champion skaters did their thing on the ice, their coaches watched from the sidelines. Jay Garrick and Max Crandall — the rink’s most famous coach and choreographer duo — kept a close eye on Wally as he showed off, just as they were doing a month before. Additionally, Lisa’s coach — Roscoe Dillon — stood beside them and paid particular attention to the way she would spin on the ice. 

Joining the coaches on the side of the rink was a local news crew, which consisted of one cameraman and one reporter. 

Said cameraman was doing his best to record both of the star skaters. At one moment Wally would be showing off his famous double axel-triple loop combo, then at another Lisa would perform her triple lutz for some extra pizzazz, leaving the press member to frantically pan between both skaters. 

A bothered Bart couldn’t help but watch on with a glare, particularly towards the spinning ginger on the ice. The cocky smirk on Wally’s face was unavoidable. 

Perhaps that was the most frustrating thing about Wally freakin’ West, the fact that for all his ego he was actually as talented as he claimed to be. Even Bart couldn’t deny that Wally landing a quad salchow at Nationals was phenomenally impressive. 

Before Bart could steam in his envy for any longer, another native to the little rink in Keystone walked into his vicinity. Fortunately, he happened to be a lot more fond of this skater than the pair showing off on the ice. 

Jesse Chambers was clad in her usual training gear as she joined Bart on the bench. In her hand was a steaming overpriced oat milk latte and in her eyes was a look that implied she was getting a less-than-ideal amount of sleep. In contrast to the absolute poise she exuded on the ice, her blonde hair was tied into a messy bun and her skates were lazily slung over her shoulder by the laces.

“Enjoying the show?” asked Jesse, then she let out a yawn. 

As if on cue Lisa glided by and seamlessly transitioned into a triple toe loop. Bart swore that he could see her winking smugly towards the skaters on the bench. 

“Kinda,” Bart said, shrugging. 

For a few more moments the two watched Wally and Lisa making their ice center proud, then Bart looked to Jesse with a confused, mildly bewildered eye. 

“Why aren’t you out there?” he asked. “You placed pretty high too.” 

Jesse gave him a knowing look before letting out a sigh. “I know, but name someone who actually gives a shit about sixth place.” 

Bart winced, then tried not to think about it — which of course led him to immediately thinking about it even harder. 

He was no expert in regards to Women’s Singles skating, but a month ago he was in the audience to cheer Jesse and Wally (but mostly Jesse) on during the competition, just as they had done so when it was him on the ice.  

Judging by the way the audience cheered when Jesse landed her double axel-triple lutz combo, he thought that she would at least podium at the end of it all. But perhaps the judges had other things in mind as they chose their winners. At least both Jay and Max held her hands tightly in the kiss and cry as they awaited her scores. 

If it was any consolation, Jesse's performance during the Gala Exhibition reduced the audience to putty in her hands. In contrast to Lisa’s effortless elegance, Jesse absolutely exuded athleticism and intensity on the ice. Her jumps were strong and her spins reminded Bart of a freakin’ jet engine. Once unbound from the restraints that came with the short program and the free skate, Jesse could finally show the world what figure skating meant to her, and for that Bart thought she should be proud. 

“It’s bullshit,” Bart soon said, and he meant every word of it. He gave Jesse a sympathetic gaze. “You skated better than half those girls last month.” 

For a moment Jesse looked at Bart peculiarly, then soon she let out a polite chuckle. 

She looked down smiling, then said, “I envy you.” 

Bart raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because you still think it’s all only about skating.”

Before Bart could think about what she said for any longer, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Upon checking his notifications he found a new message from Cissie, which consisted of a textless picture of her right hand. At the moment, her most expressive finger was raised, a gesture that easily summarized her current post-injury state of mind. 

“How’s Cissie?” asked Jesse, clearly trying to steer the conversation into any other direction. 

Bart wisely hid the picture from her. “She’s coping.”

When he glanced at Jesse again she was taking another sip of her coffee. Her eyes were sympathetic, but not overly so, not enough to make Bart feel like she was pitying him. Deep inside, he appreciated that about her. 

“So… what are you gonna do for the reason of the season?” Jesse asked, genuinely curious.

Bart sighed and ran a hand through his already unruly hair. “I have no fucking clue.” 

He placed his phone onto the bench and finally stood up, opening the door to the ice and stepping onto the slippery surface. The second he began to glide he felt free, but the heavenly sensation did nothing to quell the worry in his heart. He promised himself to not panic at his coaching session today, but now he knew for a fact that his internal vow was a dirty fucking lie. 

“At least I got that Skate Camp to look forward to,” he said, twirling on the ice to face Jesse on the bench. “Two weeks of single twizzles and step sequences, I guess.” 

“The one in Gotham, right?” 

Bart nodded. “Yep.”

There was a beat, then Jesse knit her eyebrows as she began to think. “Hmmmm, maybe Max’s idea will work out after all…” 

Bart blinked, both utterly entranced and confused at her use of ‘Max’ and ‘idea’ in the same sentence. Seeing as Max was currently busy watching Lisa Snart literally skating circles around Wally West, Bart figured that the sleep-deprived skater on the bench in front of him would be the first step to him getting any sort of answer.

“What idea?” asked Bart. 

“He didn’t tell you?” asked Jesse, confused. 

Bart crooked his head to the side as he began to look more and more lost. “Does this look like the face of a guy who has been told a thing?!” 

Jesse blinked, then said — “Okay, so um… for the record this is just an idea, but with that whole thing about Tim stepping back from competition-” 

“TIM’S RETIRING?!?!?!” Bart yelled in a thundering tone. 

Unsurprisingly, his voice echoed in the rink and garnered the attention of everyone in the area, the news crew included. 

As the coaches, skaters, and media briefly glanced at the flabbergasted junior ice dancer with the messy hair, Jesse did her best to keep her cool.

“First of all, he’s not,” she made sure to clarify. “And second of all, did you see his Instagram story?” 

Immediately, Bart skated towards the boards. Instead of opening the doors and stepping off the ice like a normal human being, he instead hopped forward and rested his stomach on top of said boards as he fruitlessly reached for his phone on the bench, haphazardly kicking his legs in the air.

After Jesse handed him his phone, Bart remained on the boards as he unlocked his device and opened the correct app. It took a quick search to dredge up the profile of his close friend, and almost immediately he managed to pull up the fabled Instagram story that apparently explained it all. 

Said story consisted of a photo of an empty Gotham City ice rink and a paragraph of text explaining the scenario. Tim’s prose was gentle as he told the world of his ordeal, that his commitment to ice dance had caused his grades in school to falter, so much so that he was very likely to be held back all together. 

After coming in second at Junior Nationals, he made the very difficult choice to step back from the sport he loved. On top of his schoolwork beginning to pile up, the shoulder injury he had sustained from his silver-medal-winning curve lift had also put his career into a different perspective. Stepping back on a high note felt a lot better than stepping back after a potentially life-changing injury.

At the end of the paragraph, Tim wished the rinkmates he had made over the years luck in the future, and especially gave love to his partner of the last few years. Despite coming off of a silver medal at Nationals, only the gods of ice dance could help Cassandra Cain now. 

“Ohhhhhhh shit!” Bart yelped, staring harder at his phone. He gave Jesse a desperate look. “This was posted like, an hour ago, why didn’t you tell me?!”

“You’re always on your phone! I thought you’d know!” Jesse exclaimed, although at a less audible level than Bart. 

For a few more moments Bart spent time re-opening the Instagram story, reading it again and again as if to get it down by heart. The circumstances of his ice dance career started to feel less and less real every day, and the current news was no exception.

However, the one upside to the chaos was beginning to become more clear to him. If anything, at least Max was a quick thinker.  

It was almost too convenient — two ice dancers in the Junior division were now left without partners due to circumstances outside of their control, and both of whom would presumably be attending the fabled Gotham City Ice Skating Camp in march. It would almost be stupid to not even consider dancing together if both wanted to retain their skating careers. 

Said Gotham skating camp was where Bart managed to make most of his rinkmates in the first place, though admittedly he didn’t know much about Cassandra Cain. All he really did know was that she was about a year older than him, rarely talked to anyone aside from her partner Tim, and that she absolutely emanated a sense of elegance and decorum on the ice. 

The way Tim could hold her on the ice and spin around gave one the image of a person holding a delicate doll, then suddenly he would release her and the two could dance around the ice like two friends in a heavenly paradise. 

There was definitely a reason why Bart and Cissie placed fourth at Nationals and why Tim and Cassandra managed second. 

Eventually, Bart got off the boards of the rink and back onto the ice. 

“So… Max thinks I should dance with that Cass girl, right?” the mopheaded dancer said. He looked back up at Jesse on the bench. 

The blonde nodded. “Only if you want to though — if it doesn’t work out, I’m sure there are other people who could use you as a partner.” She sucked in a nervous breath. “That may put you out of the season for a while.” 

Bart kept looking at his phone screen and shrugged. “Could be worse,” he admitted. “But I guess it’s worth a shot.” 

About a million thoughts were running through his head, but if one thing was for sure it was the ice dance career of the one Bart Allen was not completely dead.

As Bart made mental plans to discuss things further with Max, he randomly swiped around Instagram on his phone. Before he could close the app he saw a certain post that caught his attention. 

To say that the figure skating community remained close-knit was an understatement, but to say that news and rumors in said community could spread like wildfire was an even bigger understatement, one of potentially lovecraftian proportions. 

The current post from a talented pairs skater from New York only further proved Bart’s point.

“Oh…” Bart said. Soon a mischievous smile crept up on his youthful face as he swiped through Rick Tyler’s apparent Nationals Photo Dump. 

It seemed that Rick’s killer short program wasn’t the only thing he was focusing on during the competition. Aside from the pictures of the North Metropolis Ice Arena and of his fellow rinkmates during some pre-competition downtime, there were a few images of a cafe table, wherein shared a latte with the other blonde known for training at the Keystone Skating Center. In fact there were several photos of said blonde, even some depicting the two exploring the Metropolis streets together. 

It seemed that coming in at sixth place wasn’t the only thing they had in common.

After a few moments, Jesse gave Bart a confused expression. 

“What?”

Bart gave her a smirk. “I knew you hung out with that himbo from New York,” he said teasingly. “But I didn’t think you hung out with him that much.” 

Bart had known Jesse for long enough to know when she was getting flustered. As she sat on the bench near the ice, her grip around her coffee cup tightened as a slight red tint came upon her cheeks. He hadn’t seen her get that excited and nervous since they both ran into Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir at a hotel lobby. 

“His name is Rick,” Jesse managed to say. “And we… spent some time together during the competition…” She then took a quick sip of her coffee, perhaps to hide the bashful look on her face. “... and a little bit after.” 

Bart let out a playful, slightly devilish chuckle. “Oh, I know — Jay and Max said you were a little late for gala rehearsals.” The little eyebrow waggle he did to punctuate his words simply added to the theatrics. 

Though to be fair to Jesse, Bart didn’t blame her. After seeing Rick Tyler and Jennie-Lynn Hayden's incredibly flamboyant gala performance, in the middle of which the male skater dramatically tore off his shirt to the sensual beat of a Marvin Gaye song, how could one not find themselves drawn to the muscular arms of the brunette himbo with the chiseled jaw? 

Jesse’s once sheepish look slowly morphed into one of annoyance. In every way but blood Bart easily viewed her as an older sister, but in the same vein she also viewed him as a very annoying little brother. 

“Jay and Max also said that you should learn to mind your own damn business,” Jesse finished off. 

And with that said, she stood up from her bench and walked away from the rink, choosing to disappear into the hallways leading out of the arena (to perhaps scream into the void) and leave the nosy little ice dancer to his own devices. 

Even when she was gone Bart rolled his eyes and laughed, then reminded himself to skate by the old fogies of the rink to inquire for the rest of the tea. 

[october-freakin-gale]

And again

I’m gonna try to collect as many of the weird tags I’ve written on this blog in this post and possibly subsequent reblogs. This may or may not be comprehensive and also may or may not accidentally contain other people’s tags. Wish me luck

[bambikisss]

:: GO FOR GOLD ::

-> Yuzuru is back in the public eye with his figure skating once more with the Olympics gearing up once again. With that, practices are back in full swing, with only one goal in mind: GOLD.

: CHARACTERS : Yuzuru Hanyu x FigureSkater!Reader

A/N: I love a good Yuzu story, so here's mine lol. Yes, I already know what he got at the Olympics this year, so this is not meant to make fun of what he got (I'm just glad he got on the podium with the hole in the ice and all).

THURSDAY

The ice rink was filled, many other skaters running their routines over and over and over again, hoping to make sure that they got it perfectly for the upcoming Olympics. You? You were no different, resting by the side of the rink, taking a sip of water as you had ran your routine multiple times. The cold water didn't faze you, but what did was your boyfriend of two years falling onto the ice next to you after a failed jump.

You quickly helped him up, offering him a water that he accepted, leaning against the same wall. He ran a hand though his jet black hair, sighing out of frustration. The Japanese man was a very driven man, wanting to always put his best foot forward at all times and to him, at the moment he wasn't.

"Yuzu, you gotta take breaks. You've been here since 6." You laughed softly, noticing the small smirk that graced your boyfriend's face for a second before he drank from the cold bottle. "You've been here since 6:30" he pointed out, making you shove his shoulder before he laughed softy, wrapping an arm around him as he watched the many other skaters move around the rink. He let his fingers drum against your waist, tapping to the rhythm of a skater's solo song that played on the club's speakers. The club was perfect in every way for the two, Canada's harsh weather not coming to harm anyone inside.

You were pulled from your thoughts when a loud voice from behind you gagged, making you turn around to see your coach you and your boyfriend had. Brian Orser stared at you both with fake disgust, Yuzu laughing at his face before unwrapping his arm from around you, his hand moving to gently pat his face, making Orser laugh.

"Alright you two, it's Yuzuru turn to run his short program." Yuzu nodded, turning to place a short kiss onto her forehead before patting his stuffed animal Winnie The Pooh, skating off into the middle of the rink as the many other skaters clapped and cheered from the seats that surrounded the rink. You moved to sit next to Brian and Tracy, cheering him on from there.

You were always the amazed over how amazingly and beautifully he looked when he skated, his whole-body language changed as he moved gracefully around the rink, his movements beautiful. His eyes met yours once he opened it from landing a jump, a smile gracing both faces before he returned to performing, his focus always making you awe.

As he finishes, the room erupts into applause, a blush coming onto his face. "He always takes my breath away when he performs. It takes a true performer to take some chorography and make it not only into his own, but into art.

As he skates over to join the three of you, he asks for feedback from Brian, who gave him advice and corrections. He nodded, taking every single word in. Once they were done, Tracy rubbed your back, smiling softly. "Your turn, Y/N." You felt a surge of nerves come through her, moving to take off your guards before going onto the ice, side hugging Yuzu. "You got this. I know you do." Brian patted your head, giving you a bit more confidence. Before you could skate to the middle of the rink, Yuzu placed a quick kiss onto her forehead before going to sit where you had just sat. You nodded, taking a deep breath before skating to the middle, the room erupting in cheers.

You chose to focus on the music, closing your eyes as you listened to the beginning of the music before opening your eyes, confidence on your face as you gracefully moved around on the ice. The music almost filled you as you skated, moving as graceful as you move. Your jumps were almost textbook, Tracy saying softly that you were moving like a pro ballet dancer, Yuzu agreeing.

Once you finish, the room filled with cheers and applause, a shy smile coming onto your face as you skate back over to the group, softly putting a piece of hair behind your ear.

As you reached the group, Yuzu hugged you tightly, spinning around with you, praising your movements. Your coach (Tracy but Brian also helps) gave you some pointers, but saying that overall, you did well.

"Thank you. I'm just worried about the performance. I just don't want to get too confident and perform poorly." Your coaches scoff, waving off your worry. "It's sometimes good to be overconfident. Heck, if I was as good as you two, I'd be confident as hell." His comment made you both laugh, any nerves leaving you both.

SUNDAY

"Y/N, calm down."

You were pacing back and forth in the waiting room, shaking your hands as you moved. You were going on in an hour, and the nerves you had shaken off on Thursday had now returned. Your boyfriend and coaches watched you pace, trying to calm you down before a staff member of the event came to deliver your dress for your skate.

The minute to you saw it and the attendant left, you were in full panic mode, your boyfriend getting up to hug you. "You're going to do well, Y/N, don't worry." You looked up your boyfriend, shaking your head before going back to pace, Yuzu sighing at your weird pacing.

"OK miss pacer, let's get you ready for your performance. And please, no more pacing, you're gonna get sweaty."

(This is your dress worn by this beautiful skater)

You put on the team jacket before following behind everyone to the rink, holding your boyfriend's hand tightly as you all walked.

Once you all reached the rink, you stared at the filled rows upon rows of people, all with masks on but every seat looked filled. You were ushered to were you all were sectioned to be, going back to shaking your hands to make you calm down. "Y/N. Please, stop before you stress yourself out more than you already are." Brian pleaded. You stopped, removing your jacket before handing it to the coach. Yuzuru came behind you, wrapping his arms around you, placing a kiss onto your cheek. "You got this, Y/N." He whispered into your ear, placing another kiss onto your cheek again.

As you got onto the ice you gripped the rink side, trying to calm down as your heart pounded, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath. "Go out there and knock em' dead" Brian smiles.

You nod, opening your eyes again before pushing off the side, skating around before going to the middle, smiling softly. As you skated you moved around the rink beautifully, letting the music once again take you over. As you landed a high jump, you smiled at the claps. Once done, you bowed, skating back over to your coaches who hug you before you jump into Yuzu's arms, giggling as he praises you in rushed Japanese. You understood some words, walking with him to the score section of the arena, your coaches behind you cheering loudly. As you waited, you played with your stuffed Kuromi plush that Yuzu got you on your first date. Ever since then, you brought it to every competition, like how Yuzu brings his Winnie The Pooh to his.

"335.98"

Tears prickle your eyes as loud cheers erupt from the sides of you, both from Yuzu and your coaches as you let your head rest on Yuzu's shoulder. "I told you. You got this."

The moment was short lived as Men's skate being announced to be up next.

You followed Yuzuru as he changed and prepared for his skate, watching him move around as he listened to the show music. As he made his way to the rink, just as you did, he squeezed your hand. As you made your way back to the same section, you got a bad feeling rushing through you, trying to figure out why. You had gotten the same feeling when Yuzu collided with the other skaters that one time, so you were worried on why that feeling had all of a sudden returned. As Yuzuru's name was announced, he moved to the ice, moving to the side as you whispered into Tracy's ear "I have a bad feeling. Like really bad." Tracy turned to you, trying to figure out what you meant but before you could explain, you were pulled by Brian to Yuzu who was asking for you. Before he goes on, you always kiss him, so he found it weird that you weren't there.

"Good luck." You smiled, trying to hide your stress as you kissed him, small "Oohs" and wolf whistles erupting around you both. As you pulled back, you placed a quick kiss onto his blushed cheeks before you watched him push away from the side, skating to the center. The minute he turned away, you turned to Tracy. She shrugged, looking around with you for the cause of your bad feeling. "Maybe you're wrong?"

...

..

.

You were not wrong.

Yuzuru came off the ice mumbling in Japanese as he put his guards on. He was doing perfect in his skating routine, until he was going for a jump when he noticed a hole in the ice. He decided against it, which brought his score down.

You followed quietly behind, sitting next to him at the score area. Brian tried offer some positive words to him, Yuzu just shaking it off and obvious still fuming over what happened. At the sound of his score, he dropped his head, his hand moving to hold and squeeze yours. As you all were escorted back to the warmup rooms, Yuzu explained to the staff about the hole in the ice, making them send someone out to the ice to fix it. When he sat down next to you in the room, he leaned down to lay his head in your lap. "You better get gold, Y/N." He looked up at you, raising an eyebrow.

"At least one of us should win." He smiled, leaning up to kiss you. You promised, hugging him tightly.

When you went back to the podium, you proudly stood on the number one place as you looked over at Yuzuru who cheered loudly with your coaches. You smiled softly, rubbing your arms as you waved at him. As you got down, the men skaters who placed on the podium skated over to the three women, including you. You opened your arms, letting Yuzuru hug you tightly, his silver medal clinking against your gold one. "Ugh, I'm so ready to get out of these skates and sleep." You whined, Yuzu laughing softly before a photographer came over asking for a photo of you two. You held up your metal, same with Yuzuru. As you two took the photos, you noticed him glancing at you, soon bumping you with his hip. You laughed softly making him drop his metal, so it rested against his chest as he picked up, skating back over to the coaches as the photographers kept taking photos of you two while laughing before moving on to the others.

You took off your skates, putting on your sneakers as Yuzu danced around with his metal, waiting for you to finish. "I'm glad you both are happy. Especially after everything." Yuzuru nodded, his arm moving to wrap around your shoulder as he walked with everyone back to the bus to go back to the hotel.

"What does the gold medalist want for dinner?" Yuzu asked as he helped you get onto the bus, laughing at your thoughtful look as he sat next to you. "Fried Chicken and Fried rice" you laughed, your weird craving combination making him chuckle.

"Fried chicken and Fried rice it is."

[johnsamericano]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 16:

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23 days of NCT masterlist.

taglist: @notbeforelong @whathamelon @mrcarbonatedmilk @curieouscapt @unknown5tar @gjheaaa @ajhdr @silent-potato

warnings: oral (male receiving), jealous Jeno, mentions of drunk sex, Jeno in those tight pants skaters wear 😭

“Watcha looking at?”

Jeno jolted, his eyes abandoning the pair of skaters practicing in the ice-rink. Just as he stopped watching, he heard a loud thud. You were laying down on your back, your partner sprinting towards your giggly figure.

“Are you alright?” He helped you up, his hand holding your waist naturally. “Stop laughing, you could’ve gotten yourself hurt.”

“I’ve fallen so many times that it doesn’t even hurt anymore, Jaems.” Jeno’s blood boiled at the name. You wouldn’t even call him by his name, while your partner had the privilege of having his very own nickname. “Let’s practice the death spiral.”

Jeno’s partner looked at him with curiosity, she’d never seen that look in his face before.

“Don’t tell me you’re planning on switching partners.” Jeno shook his head, tearing his gaze off You to finish tying his skates.

“Never, I was just studying our competition.” Right after finishing his task, he extended his hand towards his friend. “We need to practice hard, we’re only a few days away from the competition.”

You didn’t even spare him a glance as they entered the rink, too focused on finding the perfect way to hold Jaemin’s hand.

“Okay, we’ve got this.” You high fived him, getting in position to start your routine all over again. “Hey, Lee! Quit staring at us.” Apparently, you had taken notice of his gaze.

“I wasn’t!” The slight blush in his cheeks said otherwise. “Ignore them, Irene.”

As much as Jeno considered training with you in the same rink a blessing, you seemed to despise him. Maybe it was because of that time he called you untalented when he was a teen, or maybe it was because of that time he left the morning after having drunk sex with you, but who knows.

Nationals were held a couple of days later. Thankfully, you didn’t have to travel anywhere this year.

You cheerfully greeted all of the people you’d met during the past competitions, wishing them luck as Jaemin called you out to get ready.

You dressed in the beautiful black dress with small diamonds around your sleeves, Jaemin wearing a matching outfit, the tight shirt making his chest and shoulders look broader. You were both provided with a thick coat to cover you from the ice rink’s cold.

“You ready?” You went out of the dressing rooms, holding his hand tightly.

“We’re gonna do amazing.”

As you waited for another pair to finish their routine, a handsome Lee Jeno approached you.

“Ready to lose?” You scoffed, looking at him in disbelief. “What? There’s no way you’re gonna win against us.”

“May I remind you who won a golden medal last year?” Now it was his turn to scoff, both of your partners looking at the scene unfolding with curiosity.

“Wanna bet?” His face inched closer to your own, breath fanning against your slightly flushed cheeks.

“Deal. If I win, you’ll have to treat me and Jaems dinner.” That damn nickname again.

“Fine, but if I win, you’ll call me Jeno from now on.” It wasn't the deal he'd originally thought of, but the sudden mention of your partner made his blood boil with resentment.

You stared at him, squinting your eyes.

“Fine.” You finally replied as your name was being called through the speakers. “Break a leg.”

You threw your coat at him before entering the ice with Jaemin holding your hand, the crowd cheering loudly for the country's favorite pair. You skated around, warming up your legs as you waited for your music to get started. You stopped at the middle of the rink, placing your hand behind the nape of Jaemin’s neck to start your routine.

The melancholic sound of violins filled the place, your legs moving backward as you started your well-practiced routine.

Jeno watched everything from outside as Jaemin lifted you between his arms, holding your waist tightly as you looked at each other with passion, almost as if thousands of people weren't surrounding you, as if you were the only ones in the room.

Jaemin threw you in the air, your body rotating a few times before you landed in his arms again.

Your routine was filled with emotions, each movement expertly performed, the crowd bursting into cheers as the end of your song approached. You both nailed a triple axel, perfectly synchronized. Jaemin grabbed a hold of your hand, your back slowly bending as he spun your body around, forming the infamous death spiral. Adrenaline pumped through your veins as Jaemin carried you once again, arm between your thighs as he gave a final spin to end your performance. You smiled at each other, proud of your nearly excellent performance.

You skated out of the rink, grabbing a few flowers the crowd had thrown at you. Your trainers waited for you, seating in a bench where you'd receive your final score.

Jeno’s piercing gaze could easily be disguised as a normal competitor's jealousy, but deep down, he knew that wasn't it. He wanted to be the one by your side, he wanted to hold your hand just like Jaemin did. He wanted you to smile at him the way you did with your partner.

As expected, Jeno lost the bet. He was frustrated, to say the least, not only because he didn't get the highest score, but because every single reporter that interviewed the golden medal winners would ask about their relationship.

‘They’re not together.’ Jeno wanted to tell them, but he knew you could handle the situation yourself, telling the reporters you were only friends.

“Just ask her out already.” Irene sat down on a bench beside him, the silver medal hanging from her neck.

“What?”

“Jeno, everyone knows you're head over heels for her. You're not exactly discreet.”

“I really don't want to think about that now.” Irene hummed, staring at Jeno while he closed his eyes, attempting to ease his turbulent mind.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of steps coming his way that he opened them again, his orbs going wide at the sight of you.

“You did amazing today.” Well, that was unexpected.

“Are you mocking me?”

“What? No!” You were suddenly regretted trying to lift his spirits. “Your routine was amazing, Jeno.”

You called him by his name. A small laugh couldn't be helped as his face turned bright red.

“Come, I have a consolation prize for you.” You extended your hand his way, your pretty fingers making a ‘come here’ motion.

“Why are you suddenly being nice to me?” He hesitantly took your hand, letting you drag him all the way to the dressing rooms, away from the curious eyes of reporters.

You didn't answer his question, instead, locking the door behind you. He gave you a puzzled look, his thick eyebrows joining in a small frown.

“I heard you talking to Irene.” You shyly confessed, playing with the hem of your black skirt. “How old are you? 10? Why didn't you just tell me instead of acting like an ass?”

“Okay, first, I acted like an ass once, and I was twelve, what were you even expecting?” He took a step closer to you, hands almost over your waist. “And second, I thought you hated me, why would I confess to someone who clearly doesn't like me?”

“Why would you assume I hate you?”

“You don't?”

“I mean, I don't even know you that well. We've trained together for years but we've barely spoken, except for that time we slept together after drinking.” The distance between your bodies was now null, chests pressing against each other. “But I would've definitely accepted if you’d asked me out. I kinda like that bad boy vibe you give.”

A smile creeped up his lips, hands settling right above the curve of your ass.

“You said you had a consolation prize for me.” You cocked an eyebrow, noticing how the atmosphere had changed in less than a second.

“Oh, really?” Your hands teased the back of his thighs, slightly tugging at the flexible material of his pants.

“Lately I’ve been having trouble remembering that night we shared a year ago, mind helping me freshen up my memory?”

“Well maybe if you hadn’t left the morning after, you wouldn’t have to be reminded, cause it would be a daily thing.” There was a pinch of resentment in your voice as you pulled his pants down, sinking into your knees to caress his growing bulge.

“Don’t tease.” He warned, grabbing a hold of your hair and slightly pulling it back. “I was scared...” he resumed your previous conversation. “Irene and I don’t have the best chemistry, unlike you and that friend of yours, so I feared not being able to skate with her anymore, I didn’t want to lose that small spark that makes us worthy of a medal, even if it’s just silver.”

“But still, you didn’t have to leave me hungover and confused in a hotel room. That was mean.” Jeno chuckled, breath hitching as you pulled out his length from the black boxers.

“I promise to make it up to you...shit.” He groaned as you flattened your tongue against his tip, the pressure driving him insane.

“You better.” You fitted as much as you could inside your mouth, massaging the rest of it with your hands as you bobbed your head.

Jeno could feel himself growing harder inside your wet cavern, length twitching at the feeling of your tongue swirling around it.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” Slowly, his hips started moving back and forth, matching the pace of your head which was now controlled by his hand. “That’s it, I’m close.” His low grunts and moans had your core aching, clenching around nothing in an attempt to relive it. “Just a couple more hours and I’ll take you back to my apartment. I can’t wait to have that pretty cunt around me.” You whimpered, sending vibrations down his cock and causing his cum to spill inside your mouth. The salty liquid painted the back of your throat, involuntarily making you swallow it. “Come on, the reporters must be waiting for you.” With both hands below your elbows, he helped you up, pulling his pants back up before leaving the room with you following closely.

“There You are!” Jaemin spotted you, Jeno immediately running away to avoid rising any suspicions. “What were you doing in that dressing room with our enemy?” He dramatically gasped. “Am I being replaced? Hold me, I might faint.”

“Stop it, you drama queen. We were just...talking.”

“Mhm.” He grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers and shooting a glance at Jeno. His deep frown made Jaemin smile. “Oh, and y/n?” You looked at him. “Wipe that drool off your chin, darling.”

[keiyoomi]

in his eyes | m. atsumu

details: 600+ words | fluff, figure skater!reader

commissioned by: @miyamartina

notes: thank you so much for requesting! and thanks to @mimi-cee-hq for helping me out with the grammar and rephrasing (?) once again! 🥰 i hope you enjoy reading this!

i watched this performance before writing this piece. she wonderfully performed her routine. 😍 and she even won the gold medal!

commission | ko-fi 

Miya Atsumu stands next to your coach and manager as you wait for your name to be called and announced. Despite the amount of time left before it’s your turn to perform your demanding routine, you refuse to let go of his hand and that makes his heart flutter.

He rubs the back of your hand and you turn your head towards him. “You’ll do great,” he says before pulling your hand close to his lips. “You can do it, my love.”

Atsumu leans down and lets you caress his cheek with your free hand. Honestly, he’s been dying to kiss your forehead or your lips before your performance, but he can’t afford getting scolded by your manager and coach.

As the music ends and the figure skater that was performing before you is reintroduced to the viewers, you take a deep breath and look at the three people who are supporting you upclose.

“Next to skate, an Olympic athlete from...” the announcer’s voice echoes within the arena.

Atsumu’s body suddenly stiffens as he reads your name on the screen along with the music you’re going to use for your routine.

He may not have been there at all times whenever you were practicing this routine, but he has seen you fall on the ice whenever you attempted to land gracefully after performing a triple axel, one after another.

But he sets aside his worries and fears when you position yourself in the middle of the skating rink with confidence. He can't help but feel proud of you, his long-time partner, after qualifying for the Winter Olympics.

You two may not be representing the same countries, but you have your own way of taking a part of him with you in this competition. Your dress is made of a black material with an intricate design made with gold thread.

Atsumu is awestruck as he watches you glide almost weightlessly on the ice, as if you're not gliding on slippery ice, while wearing a short material in the middle of the rink.

The familiar tune comes in and he becomes nervous. He’s not the most religious person, but he's praying for your safety from the beginning of the risky parts of your routine up until the end of the song.

However...

The crowd’s cheers grow louder and louder each time you perform a triple axel and land elegantly on the slippery ice.

At the end of your routine, the people from the country you represent stand and wave their flags with a loud cheer. 

You gracefully lift your arms and bow in front of the judges and the people in the cheering section. Atsumu claps his hands while wiping the tears that are slipping from his eyes.

You did it.

After years of hard work, you made it. 

Despite falling repeatedly on the ice, to the point that a doctor even warned you about the risks, you still showcased your hard-earned skills by making a clean and remarkable performance.

You make your way towards your coach and manager and wrap your arms around them. They congratulate you for achieving higher points than the earlier performer, before Atsumu stands in front of you.

“Can I kiss you now?” he asks.

You smile and nod your head. After sharing a passionate kiss, you are both breathless as you pull away from each other. Then, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I’m very proud of you.”

Those words are enough to express everything that he feels at that moment. And his arms that are wrapped around you gives you the warmth you’ve been waiting to feel for hours.

“Thank you, Atsumu. For supporting me... for everything.”

[azularedemptionarcwhen]

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Okay but…hear me out…Zukka figure skating AU.

(Click for higher res, tumblr hates images)

No, this was NOT just an excuse to draw pretty figure skating costumes.

Bonus: quick sketch of Azula’s FS outfit simply because I’m obsessed with the costume I imagined for her

[pvffinsdaisies]

A little bit more about figure skating au Norway, because I can

I like to imagine that whilst Lukas’ figure skating career is more centred around competitions rather than shows, he still uses everything he can to tell a story in his routines. They’re generally tales from Norse Mythology, or Norse folktales from Scandinavia (+Iceland and the Faroe Islands). The songs he uses are generally folk songs (in some of my other AUs and in canonverse these are songs he has written himself, but in this AU he would not have the time to do that). Since his relationship with Finland started, he’s also started branching out into routines inspired by Finnish Mythos using Finnish folk songs.

Lukas was never a big name in figure skating, despite having won numerous competitions and having scored decently in numerous others. He was a little more overlooked in favour of other skaters. He managed to reach the Olympics at 18 though, which made people pay more attention to him. He finished a miraculous fifth, and ever since then his reputation improved a lot and people began paying more attention to how good he actually was. No more being underestimated.

Costumes wise, whilst he would love to be able to dress more flamboyantly, he does not. Figure skating judges tended to be biased against male skaters who dress to flamboyant and they get lower scores- if Lukas were to dress in the pretty costumes he would want to dress in he would never get to where he is. Anyone who knows me knows I love the headcanon that Lukas wears dresses and skirts- so I imagine when he was a young boy (about 10) he once shared with his coach that whilst he understands why he could never, he secretly wishes he got to wear pretty dresses like the girls did. He still does secretly want to, he still knows he never will.

Skating was his biggest escape, he grew up not having the best home life. The rink became a second home, and his coach took on the role of a father figure which he so desperately needed. He would stay even hours after practise ended, still skating, both because it’s fun for him but also to stay away from his house for a little longer. He knew this wasn’t all that healthy though, and once he had somewhere more stable to go after practice this stopped. Generally a lot of his practices fell at the end of the day right after the hockey team’s practice (absolutely delightful having to skate on that ice). This is how his relationship with Fin started too.

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At this point my account is dedicated to figure skating Norway when I myself know very little about figure skating help 💀

[creativeashproductions]

Elysium // Luke Patterson

Summary: The boys of Julie and the Phantoms need a hail Mary to dethrone Downslide from opening for Panic! At the Disco. While Willie is done to help his blue eyed crush and his friends there’s one issue: Willie can’t drive the bus. Moving a bench is one thing but driving an entire tour bus?  There’s only one person who can and Willie’s not sure where she is after year of no communication

Warnings: Swearing, angst, talk of death (it’s a ghost show, why is this a warning??), mention of assault, violence, and fluff.

Words: 11.5k

A/N: This is why I haven’t posted much in the last week. I’ve been writing this massive fic that I refused to turn into a series. My god, 11k words. I don’t think I’ll be doing this again. Enjoy and comment if you figured out who Rudy is!

Masterlist

There wasn’t much in the afterlife that you enjoyed after time spent in the limbo between the living and dead. Listening to songs before they were released lost its appeal just as much as dancing on stage with the ballet companies around the world, of being an unseen extra in shows and films being filmed.

Then you found a purpose a couple, well it could be more than a couple, years ago when you found a lost soul. William Young, Willie to his friends, had been sitting on the curb staring at the pavement entirely still as he had for two days.

The time from the last breath you took to walking the streets of Los Angeles was a blur in all honesty. The years bled together as you stayed stationary in a world that kept on spinning and changing, growing up. You had watched your friends hit new milestones you could only daydream about. Friends that graduated college and built new lives on the ashes of memories that included you.

Today’s walk was an attempt to escape your friends’ greying versions standing in front of a once vibrant sculpture. It happened every single year, but this one hurt the most. Listening to your friends recall stories of all the adventures you did together.

From being drunken idiots jumping off cliffs into that one lake the summer of freshman year. Or making a bonfire on the school’s roof with all the entryways blocked, rather stupid with the exits being blocked as well. Sneaking into concerts and stealing that one car that came close to sending you to boarding school.

The rebellion that still lived in you had mellowed in the five individuals with the adult responsibilities of family and work. Martha had removed all piercings but her lobes while Chase quit dying his hair colour. Jordan now had three children and a bought house.

Seeing the group no longer young had made your feet swiftly move from the memorial for a walk. The only thing that stopped you in your tracks was tripping over something in front of you.

“Ouch.” You hissed rolling onto your back with a moan of pain that faded with the sniffles.

Curled into his knees, sitting on the curb was a teenage boy about your age. Long hair curtaining his profile you found your eyes grasping the cracked helmet that spoke for itself abandoned by his side.

“Your kinda a hazard there.” You simply spoke sitting down next to the distraught teenager, “Heads up, I suck at comforting people.”

At his silence, you spoke once more, “I’m digging the tie-dye. Did you do it yourself?”

“This is some kind of stupid coma dream right?” The boy’s voice was husky from crying and disuse, “I’m probably in some kind of hospital with a tube down my throat.”

“I’d say yes, but it would be a blatant lie.” You spoke twirling a loose thread on your jeans while the stranger gazed at a spot on the street.

His dark brown eyes bloodshot as he remembered the car honking mere seconds before he heard the sound of a thud. He recalled struggling to breathe with his broken ribs and his screams being illustrated with bloodstains.

He remembered thinking how he had just bought that board a week ago with his allowance.

“Am I really dead?”

“Yes. We’re are a couple ghosts in a lively city.” You informed him with one handheld in the space between your ethereal forms. The teen hesitantly placed his hand in yours with a firm shake.

“William but call me Willie.” He softly told you, catching sight of the patch on your jean jacket—one of many from both when your grandma owned it and then when you did.

“I’m Y/N. Let’s blow this disappointment. I’m gonna teach you everything you need to know.” Brushing off the invisible dust on your jeans, you held your hand out to him, “We’re about to make the afterlife our bitch.”

A stark contrast to his former hesitance he immediately grasped your hand to tug himself off the curb. The forlorn skater didn’t question the board in your hand or how he could possibly even touch his own board. He didn’t wonder how it wasn’t in pieces like it had been when he first got hit.

That rebellion that ended your life flared again in the presence of your best friend with crashing Justin Bieber’s house. Of rearranging items in classrooms to freak teachers out and sitting in the cars turning the radio on and off. Haunting the living until the friendship fractured under the influence of a powerful ghost.

Caleb Covington had bewitched the skater with promises and extravagant gifts until Willie had taken the offer.

“He’s not like you said he was! I think you should give him a chance!” Willie cried following you around the place you had taken to be home.

“Willie he’s a bad guy! He butters you up until you give him what you want! That’s when you see his true colours. All he wants is your soul to power his magic and spread his reach!”

“I got to talk to my sister!”

“Your sister is five years old! It’s not Covington that gave you the opportunity. She won’t remember the experience as anything other than an invisible friend!”

“There are so many people at the Club that we can talk to. Aren’t you tired of the same routine and people we see?”

Willie’s pleading brought your full attention to the skater avoiding your gaze, “William Young…you took his offer.”

Willie tore his gaze from the art on the wall to find yours blatantly glaring at him with a bucket of random colour in your hand.

“The Club is going to France to tour around the country for a while. I’m dead, so I might as well make the best of it. Besides who gets to skate through the Louvre!” Willie beamed, watching as a small smile, found its way on your face at his excitement, “I’m sure Caleb would let you come to the Club tonight!”

“Willie, you are my best friend, but I’ve already seen the Club. It’s not my style, and I want nothing to do with it.”

That interaction was one of the very few speckled through the years when Caleb discovered who you were. No matter his offers, you never took the deal and when he saw how close you and Willie where he kept the skater busy. The Club didn’t appear in Los Angeles for a long time until Willie’s distance seemed too great to bridge.

“So, you need a way for the slot to be empty?” Willie asked the trio of ghosts all spread around the area.

Unfortunately for Luke, the only person they could get help from was from the very guy that placed them in a predicament. While Alex was the one spearheading the conversation with the long-haired skater Luke was glowering in his direction.

“The Orpheum was the thing we never got to do. We spent hours practising and performing with one goal-“

“Play the Orpheum and get distance from our parents. Well, at the time that streetdog and becoming legendary was my main focus.” Reggie recounted the feeling of suffocating in a house filled with fighting. A home he wished still stood, now dead all he wanted was to see his parents.

“We almost did it too.” Luke pouted relaxing his glare at the skater who openly sent apologetic gazes at Alex’s bandmates.

“So, we need to get rid of the opening band.” Willie nodded to himself, thinking about ways before he caught sight of the abject horror on the band. The skater’s eyebrows raised, “I know I deeply fractured the trust, but I’m not suggesting murder.”

“Okay. Good.” Reggie whistled relaxing his tense posture while Luke grumbled under his breath an insult that in turn got Alex’s arm into the guitarist’s ribs.

“Your best bet would be getting the bus out of LA. The band will probably celebrate the upcoming gig.”

“Could you make the bus disappear?” Alex hesitantly questioned shifting in his now vintage sneakers. The blonde-haired drummer flushed slightly under the endearing smile from the skater. The feelings create a confliction within Alex under Willie’s issue, leading them straight into a madman’s hands.

“I can move a bench, turn sirens on, but a bus is outside my paygrade.” Willie openly admitted showing his hands deep in his pockets, “The only person other than Caleb that has enough power-“

“-is he just as evil?” Luke demanded crossing his arms to glare at the male that had unfortunately caught the interest of Alex.

However, Luke couldn’t blame Alex for falling for this guy because well, Luke saw the teenage ghost’s appeal. Willie was attractive, but he wasn’t the type of person Luke would fall for. Plus he had initially made Alex incredibly happy, and Luke would never blame Alex for that.

“She is as different from Caleb as one can be. She uh…she taught me everything about being a ghost. Actually, found me where I died.” Willie cleared his throat as the guilt and sadness reared its head from deep within him. The guilt of leaving his little sister to grow up without him and the sorrow of not growing up with the girl.

It wasn’t often Willie allowed himself to remember the little girl, barely five when he died, who was always dancing. His little sister adored the colour purple and anything shiny and more than once Willie had let her dress him up. Willie’s greatest regret is that he’d never have that interaction with her. God, she’d be around his age now and in high school.

“Okay, so where is she?” Reggie clapped his hands, bringing the skater out of his thoughts and back into the present.

Luke saw the hesitation in Willie, “There’s a catch, isn’t there?”

“Kinda?” Willie trailed off bouncing on the balls of his feet, “I haven’t seen her in years now. Last time I saw her we fought about the whole joining Caleb thing? I’m not even sure if she’s still in LA.”

“Of fucking course,” Luke grunted shoving both hands in his hair taking a few steps away from the other ghosts.

First, he dies, then he gets caught up in some bullshit revenge plot, then makes a deal with the devil without realizing it, and now their one chance is going up in flames. Luke Patterson was livid with the universe and the shitty hand he had been dealt, but at least he had his friends with him.

“It can’t hurt to look for her?” Reggie innocently offered with a shake of his shoulders, “It’s not like we have any other option.”

“Did we ever even have options?” Luke hissed, causing Willie and Alex each to flinch with the different guilt they carried.

Alex was guilty of going to Willie for help when getting back at Bobby was the biggest thing. Willie was guilty of ignoring his instincts on keeping Alex as far from Caleb as he could be he just wanted to impress the drummer. It’s not like Willie had many options for dating, and well, Alex was the first to get his entire focus.

“Dude. Stop. No one saw it coming.” Reggie bumped his hip against the annoyed guitarist, “Let’s find this ghost and get our shot at playing.”

The quartet of dead guys didn’t have high hopes of finding the girl in question, but it seemed the universe took pity on Luke Patterson. Just two hours into their search on the edges of the city limits an individual was walking.

The person’s stature leaned against a smashed concrete wall of the skeleton of where a building once was. The only thing the group could make out was a faded jean jacket with splotches of colour. Her ankles crossed as her back leaned against the cement, oozed laid back confidence. Coming closer, Luke noticed the sunglasses perched on top of her head and the lips painted dark.

“What do you need Willie? I heard you were looking for me.” The husky voice drew Luke in the most. The lead guitarist of Julie and the Phantoms enamoured with the girl.

“How’d-“Willie’s question was cut off as you simply tapped your right index finger against your temple.

“How do you think you managed to get here?” You inquired pushing off the cement to stride over to the group. To Willie’s surprise, he was tugged into your embrace before swiftly pushed away, “Come on. We should head in before someone catches us.”

In the dark as much as the other three ghosts, Willie dutifully followed you past the pieces of cement littered around the area. Gasps of surprise sounded as the once empty space became filled with buildings. It was not as extravagant as the hotel the Club worked out of, but it was hidden from the living and dead eyes.

“Where did this come from?” Reggie gasped astounded by the people once hidden from his view, moving around the area. 

“This is Elysium. Don’t judge the name I lost the right in a poker game with Susie and Rudy. I’m Y/N.” You informed the group leading them to the gate where two people stood stoically guarding it, “Rudy was hellbent on calling it Valhalla.”

“This is Luke, Reggie and Alex.” Willie gestured to the awed trio of musicians only lingering on the blonde. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see the attraction between the skater and the blonde; finding a date in the afterlife was a lot harder than the living.

Nodding a greeting to the two ghosts, you lead the group to a building painted a pretty turquoise blue colour. The sign above the double doors a stark white with calligraphy writing simply stating Elysium Management. It was a building set up like an administrative office of three stories, and you led the group right up to the top floor.

“Just a heads up…Rudy is a little suspicious of people.” You admitted standing outside a door with a nameplate the only descriptor, “He’ll come off a little gruff and rude, but when you get passed that he doesn’t shut up.”

“I can hear you through the door dumbass.” The words were called out from the office door opening.

The man standing in the entry wore a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His honey-brown eyes lit up with a teasing look before it shuttered at the sight of four strangers behind you. Rudy had valid reasons to not fully trust people after the shitshow in his hometown when he was alive.

“And you’ve brought strangers.” Rudy deadpanned with a sigh concluding his sentence as he stepped back into the office. It appeared like the world repositioned itself on the young man’s shoulders once more.

“I should be done within the hour. We can go over everything.” You informed your business partner and friend. Receiving only a nod from Rudy, you closed the door to his office, cutting off the view from your guests.

“He’s..uh.”

“Standoffish? Rudy keeps his past to himself, all he’s ever revealed is that he’s from a town a few hours away.” You spoke, opening the door to your own office decorated differently from Rudy’s more sterile black and white aesthetic.

Your office had splashes of colour with vintage posters of both music and film framed on the walls—a plush couch in the corner with a basket of blankets next to it. Instead of sitting behind the dark desk, you chose the couch instead. As you settled in the corner, you flicked one finger bringing an extra seat over.

The motion shocking the three boys accompanying Willie who had seen the abilities himself.

“Okay so why did you want to search for me?” You questioned the skater leaning back in the seat.

“When did this all happen?” Willie countered gesturing to the office in a building settled in the middle of a ghost town. A literal ghost town.

“There’s an empty lot in LA that used to house an abandoned apartment building that Rudy and I both called home. Of course, it was torn down, and we kinda knew that there’s wasn’t a place that didn’t have the threat of being annihilated at some point.” The memories of those unknown days trickled into your mind among the more positive ones, “We wanted a home. A place to call our own.”

“A week or so later a skittish pixie of a brunette crashed into us full speed. Susie had a certain ability that Caleb desired to have under his thumb. There are so many ghosts he had manipulated into selling him their soul. Rudy and I both wanted to stop Caleb from having that chance for everyone.” You continued, “Can I show you?”

The moon shone through the light clouds as a duo wandered LA’s streets in different mental states. The only home you had known had been unceremoniously ripped down with no future plans in place. Your entire life had been in that apartment in a building you had once thought only you inhabited. You had been unaware that on a separate floor, Rudy had been dwelling.

The two teens in starkly different clothing grew close with each other through the whole being the dead thing they shared. The mission was to find another place too, use but the feeling of home being ripped away tore at their hearts. The apartment was a place Caleb Covington hadn’t been aware of.

Your thoughts threatened to turn darker as a force knocked you onto your bac—aA short brunette groaning in pain to the left of you. The girl was Gwen, who would become very important to both Rudy and you.

I’ve always been a little different than most people. I can move things short distances, but I developed a specific talent. I can get inside people’s minds to plant, remove or alter memories or simply talk and read their thoughts.

The sound of your voice in their heads freaked them out more than they would like to admit. The intrusive tickle of something in their brains unsettling as you made a more present entry so they could feel it.

“What?”

“This is why I can’t be anywhere near Caleb. The whole reason he gives people stamps and takes their souls is because of me.” You fully admitted clasping your fingers in your lap, “He couldn’t cope with the fear of another ghost leaving so added a stipulation to joining his Club.”

“How did you come to create Elysium?” Alex inquired leaning forward in his seat to rest his elbows on his knees. Luke and Reggie followed his posture as the anticipation built.

“Everyone deserves a safe place. A place as far away from Caleb as possible and we do so for free. No fee is required, and ghosts are free to come and go as they please. They are welcome as long as their unfinished business keeps them in this plane.”

It sounded like a sweet deal to the group of teens, but they had other commitments, “You can tell us more, but we need your help.”

The pleading in the messy-haired brunette tore at your heartstrings like the one time Willie brought you to his house. It had been shortly before your friendship fractured, a few years ago. He had brought you to a suburb for low-income families and straight to the backyard where a twelve-year-old year danced.

The dead skater boy and the rebel sat in the patio chair on the tiny porch nestled in the postmark sized backyard. A quintet of pre-pubescent girls danced on the lawn to some bubblegum pop song. The Young girl was submissive to a more confident girl even when the venue was the Young girl’s home.

“The girl to the left is my little sister Kayla. She’s twelve now, it’s been seven years since I died.” Willie’s brown eyes saddened at the dancer who had a spark of maturity in her eyes, “I check in every once in a while. These are Kayla’s friends. The bossy girl is Carrie, and while the band is a group, she is the unofficial leader of the band Carrie’s Constellations.”

 “She looks happy.”

“Kayla’s always been bubbly in personality, but she had questionable friends.” Willie outright admitted keeping his eyes pinned to the girl that had grown up in a blink of an eye. Her dark hair concealed by the gaudy purple wig; the colour assigned to the teenager.

“It’s nice that she still enjoys dance.” Willie finished reaching out to grab your hand in his and just like that Willie transitioned back into carefree, “I found this really cool skatepark I think you’d like.”

“We don’t have a lot of time.” Alex winced as the three musicians flinched as a sudden purple spark of colour lit up their midsections.

Like a tentacle, your mind reached into the quiet raven-haired boy with the leather jacket. Beyond the imagery of docile golden retrievers and steaming plates of food, you found the regret and fear in the boy. Stepping into a recent memory, you watched their experience at the Hollywood Ghost Club.

“You’ve met Caleb.” You sighed roughly pushing your index finger between your brows feeling the familiar ache.

“It was a stupid decision,” Luke spoke up, tearing his focus from the mysterious girl that ultimately had the power in her hands. The entire plan was weighing on the decision you would give, “Either we join his house band, or we don’t exist.”

“Hm.” You spoke as the kaleidoscope of colours in Luke’s eyes glittered under the sterile lights of the room. It was difficult to look away from the enthralling teenage ghost, but the emotion wafting off Willie was concerning.

“They died before they could perform at the Orpheum. We’re banking that getting the opening slot with giving them the push into crossing over.” The long-haired skater leaned closer, “I know we haven’t talked in a while, but I can’t do much.”

“So, you want to pull ’09 incident again?” You completely ignored the trio on the couch staring directly at the sheepish skater with raised eyebrows, “Only this time without the train?”

“Train?” Alex whispered, looking between the two long-time friends with interest and then next thing he knew Alex was in the backseat of a van crushed between Reggie and Luke equally confused.

Chicago, Illinois 2009

William Young and Y/N Y/L/N were complete hellions in the ghost world, creating havoc that fascinated the living population. The recent event being the highjacking of a van filled with drunk teenage boys. These boys had been the sole reason a young girl was recovering in a hospital with life-threatening injuries. The scene changed to a hospital room with Willie and Y/N watching a girl with massive bruising laid.

It had hit both Willie and Y/N hard catching the tail end of the new report, Willie thinking of how that could have been his sister. Even if Kayla was only five years old, having a sister set things more in perspective. For you it was a flashback to when you were alive and thus led you to the ICU room for the girl.

Slipping into her unconscious mind was easy but while the injured teen appeared peaceful to the hospital staff, she was anything but. The poor girl’s mind replayed the traumatic incident over and over like a movie; keeping in the shadows, you gently repainted the portrait with lighter and brighter images. 

For Willie, he watched as you wavered on your ghostly feet and smoothed out the features of the girl. The heart monitor subtly changing as the injured girl relaxed, and suddenly your interference heightened her chances of survival.

“I got it.” You spoke to Willie with a heated glare on your features and when the ghostly musician trio blinked they were back in the van.

Your hands gripped the van’s steering wheel with Willie turned in the passenger seat to watch a group of living boys scream. To the living eyes in the van, no one was in the front seats but whispered words spoke into their minds.

You’re going to go straight to the police and tell them what you did. You’ll hand over the photographic evidence and demand the worst punishment. You’ll leave the girl alone, or we’ll come back to finish our job. You will pay for the hospital bills if the family agrees. 

The boys trembled with the putrid scent of urine permeating the enclosed vehicle. The distant sound of a train echoed in the distance as the van stopped on the tracks. No matter how much the living boys moved the doors refused to open, and the windows remained unbreakable.

“WE promise!” The ringleader cried, slamming his shoulder against the door with the train’s bright lights illuminating the van.

“Let us go!” The other screamed, slamming his bruising hands on the window.

Alex was flinching at each slam of fists on the glass, leaving smears of blood. Knuckles broke from the window. At the very last second, your foot slammed the gas pedal taking the van millimetres from the train screeching on the tracks.

You and Willie stared at the stationary train lit up from the van’s headlights with the rhythmic flashes of the red and blue police lights. The van’s seat arrangement was different with the ringleader in the driver’s seat. 

The three ghost musicians standing unseen behind the duo but in the real world out of the dreamlike memory you knew.

Elysium, Present Day

“Holy fucking shit.” Alex cussed out of breath, leaning back on the couch with shaking limbs and fear in his bloodless veins.

Luke’s eyes blinked owlishly at the boy that he had once thought could never do something as terrifying and torturous. He was afraid to even ask the outcome of the life-threatening incident you did on the assailants.

“That is the reason for the train.” You barely glanced at the shaken trio to stare at who had once been your partner in crime, “Willie, I have responsibilities here. We just opened a new division for the children we house here.”

“It would take a few hours.” Willie pleaded, positioning his hands into a pleading position turning on his charm. The puppy eyes you had always struggled to say no to as if you weren’t the type of person easily capable of staying strong.

“We’ll do anything.” Luke pleaded just as much recalling the countless times he had charmed himself out of situations, “Please help us.”

“I’ll have to make arrangements with Rudy and Susie, but I might be able to pull some strings. I’m really sorry Willie, but I’m gonna need to erase your knowledge of this place. There are too many people depending on this setup.”

Outside the Orpheum

Outside the legendary venue, three out of four band members for Julie and the Phantoms walked up to the marquee. Hopefully, the letters for Downslide would be changed into their band name just under the main act. Everything was riding on Willie and Y/N’s capabilities. Trusting the skater was challenging to do and more so someone they didn’t fully know.

“Look, don’t worry, guys. Willie said he’d get us on that marquee.” Alex soothed his friends on each side of him. All three wearing concerned expressions at the place that hopefully was their last stop before crossing over.

“This is gonna work, right?” Reggie questioned with his hand confidently sliding into the pockets of his black jeans. The relaxed posture a juxtaposition to the anxiety and nerves on his flushed face.

“It has to.” Luke’s lips pursed into a pout with his words tinged with a dialect different from his best friends. The faint souvenir from the place he spent a few years growing up before moving to LA.

Luke’s words were highlighted by the groans of pain as that flash of purple courtesy of Caleb’s death stamp appeared. All three hunched over clutched their chests breathing through the pain; Luke was the first to unfurl his form.

“Whoa!” You gasped flashing underneath the marquee beside Willie. Rushing to give Luke support without even a second thought.

When the aftershock faded, the guitarist stood straight up with a thankful smile that boarded on adoration.

“Are you guys, okay?” Willie asked, keeping back with the swell of guilt that happened, seeing the familiar symptoms of post-shock. He had felt them a time or two in the time he had sold his soul to his unfortunate boss.

“Yeah, it’s nothing we haven’t felt before,” Alex replied, rubbing his hand over the baby blue shirt he had chosen today. His blue eyes doing their best to avoid looking into the puppy-like ones of the skater, “How’d it go?”

“Well, when that opening band wakes up, they’re gonna find their bus 200 miles outside of Vegas.” Willie proudly announcing turning on his heel to show off the Downslide jacket he took from the lead singer. His fist extending to bump yours instinctively before he did so with Luke.

“With no chance of getting back in time.” You snickered in response living on the adrenaline and nostalgia of the rebellion. With Elysium, you had turned around your life, “Meaning-“

“-there’s probably a promoter upstairs right about now freakin’ out.”

 “Nah. This is Hollywood, man.” Willie scoffed with a wave of his hand matching the one you supplied, “I’m sure he’s being very professional.”

As Willie finished his sentence up in the promotor’s office out of earshot of the ghosts stood a very pissed adult. His finger-wagging his finger with teeth clenched, his flushed skin a juxtaposition to the cheery blue Hawaiian style shirt. Frank Wolfe couldn’t believe how stupid his once opening band was.

“What do you mean the bus drove itself into the middle of the desert?” Frank questioned progressively growing more and more frustrated. His assistant Tasha casting concerned looks to her typically collected boss, “BUSES DON’T DRIVE THEMSELVES!”

Tasha flinched at the sudden loud growl of the sentence but more so as Wolfe starting slamming the phone into the cradle. Her fingers halting on her keyboard, going over the list of frequent acts. Unfortunately, the five acts had other commitments causing Tasha to fear tonight. The blonde lady was worried Wolfe could have a breakdown once more.

While Willie snickered to his own words, your eyes, not your mind, could read that Alex wanted to talk to the skater. With only a teasing jab of your elbow in Willie’s ribs you shuffled around the drummer to join Reggie and Luke away from the ‘will they won’t they’ couple.

“So, can you do me a favour?” Luke hesitantly questioned you with his inquisitive eyes a greener colour in the sunlight. His attractive eyes took your full attention with a simple tilt of your head, “Julie’s family means a lot to us, and could you keep an eye on them?”

“And Carlos,” Reggie interjected rocking on his polished pleather boots he had spent ages on finding for his rocker aesthetic back in the ’90s.

“-Julie’s little brother.” Luke supplied at the confusion painted clearly on your pretty features. His green eyes scoured your face as he always did that flushed both his and your faces red.

“Yeah, of course, I can.” You firmly told the two dead boys each standing tense in front of you.

You could easily see the love they held for the living family that had come to mean so much in such a short amount of time. Since first meeting them you had always gotten the feeling that their living years weren’t the best. For Alex, it was living in the ’90s as a young gay teenager during a terrifying time for the LGBTQ+ community. Reggie flinched at the raised voices, and Luke had longingly stared after the happy families milling around the Elysium.

“Did you ever find out what your unfinished business was?” Reggie inquired fixing a strand of his dark hair that had fallen onto his blemish-free skin. Your smile faltered at his question; nonetheless, you answered.

“I did.” The two words carried a sense of pain with them. Your eyes unfocused recalling the euphoric feeling of seeing the breathtaking white light of the peace exuding from the beyond and the agony of denying crossing over.

“How-“

“Hey! Y/N!” Willie called out to the young denim wearing ghost with his beaming grin, “Don’t go stealing buses without me!”

Luke swore he could see your laughter in the air, just as endearing as the smoky quality your voice carried.

“Don’t go glitter bombing criminals.” You returned as your best friend dropped his board to skate off to wherever he was needed. It was bittersweet to reconnect with him knowing that it could be the last time.

When Caleb found out, not an if but a when Willie had a hand in helping his desired band it was high chance Willie would be gone. Caleb was all too powerful, and when he was betrayed, it never ended well.

“I need to get back to Elysium. Susie’s arrival is tonight. Good luck with tonight.” Your words were accompanied by a hug for each of the boys. The one with Luke lingering the most, “I wish you could play for the kids.”

“Yeah. Me too.” The brunette, messy-haired boy’s words carried a hidden desire simply to be in your space more. The teenage ghost helps those in limbo while wearing a jean jacket with patches from many decades. The jacket creating an unknown time you had lived.

“Goodbye, boys.” You told the trio before you poofed away from the busy streets of Hollywood where the band had come full circle in death.

“Are you guys, okay?” Reggie inquired his best friends, forgoing his casual personality for the layers underneath. His blue-green eyes filled with only concern.

Alex and Luke shared a lingering look, “Yeah. We’re okay.”

The dining hall was filled with long tables and chairs populated by the ghostly forms of everyone currently living at Elysium. It was reminiscent of a British book turned film series of youth with magic abilities. The series had been a favourite of a former resident.

“Incredible.” Susie breathed staring at the joyful people having a place to call home. Making the limbo between life and death more bearable.

“We’ve done well. You smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist, “It’s so nice to have you back.”

Elysium was so much more than you could ever hope for. It kept growing and growing with more ghosts. Since the founding of the haven, new developments continuously happened with one resident’s unique ability.

Harvey had joined the haven a year into the founding bringing the ability to gift the residents with the capacity to eat. During his life, Harvey had been a renowned chef and the dream to make food it carried into his death. As long as Harvey cooked the food with his volunteer staff ghosts were able to eat it.

“Harvey has outdone himself again,” Rudy announced his arrival at your side with his arms crossed, displaying his corded muscles. The constellation of moles on his face standing on his pale creamy skin.

“Rudy!” Susie squealed, throwing herself into his arms with the same glee that came each time. Susie and Rudy since their first meeting had a special bond as chosen siblings who bonded over heartache.

Rudy had died, leaving his best friend and his strawberry blonde girlfriend in the living world back in their dark hometown. It was just one tidbit he had revealed throughout your friendship. The only physical connection to his living friends was the three picture on his desk of a group of people.

The first picture had a lean version of Rudy with his arms thrown over a Hispanic boy with a crooked jaw and glimmering brown eyes. The Hispanic boy had his arm around a pretty brunette girl with deep dimples and wavy brown hair. The two boys wore a sports uniform of some kind holding lacrosse sticks.

The second picture had Rudy and the Hispanic teen again but with a beautiful petite strawberry blonde. Along with them was a brunette with blunt chin-length hair and hardened features besides a shorter blonde male with blue eyes.

The last picture was of Rudy with the same Hispanic boy wearing graduation caps and gowns with two beaming adults. The male adult wore a tan shirt adorned with a star on his left pec and dark brown pants. He had to be Rudy’s father with similar features. The woman was of Hispanic descent with laugh lines, and thick dark curly hair pulled into a half do; obviously the Hispanic teen’s mother.

The pain in Rudy’s face each time he saw the pictures closed off a desire to ask him about the people.

“Hello, Susie.” Rudy chuckled, wrapping his arms around her small stature, “How was Europe?”

“Why don’t you ask the five newcomers I found before Caleb?” Susie teased gesturing to the ragtag of new ghosts immersed in conversations.

“Family?”

“A boarding school had a fire. Those five were in the fire when it happened and the only victims out of seven that didn’t cross over.” Susie’s tone faded into a melancholy tone with her small arms wrapping around her middle. Faded brown eyes staring at the younger of the five seeing herself in them.

“That’s terrible.” You whispered, staring at the table with one finger picking the patch of a band from the ’70s, “I can’t imagine how scary that could have been.”

“Yeah.” Susie softly spoke, pushing a strand of her hair off her temple just as equally sad for the way that death had no qualms of how it took.

The youngest ghost in Elysium had been a three-year-old toddler who passed over quickly when he was found by the deceased mother. The two had been separated at death and luckily shared the same unfinished business of finding each other.

“Miss Reynold’s has twelve spirits that finished their business.” Rudy softly informed his two partners. Soft smiles formed on their faces at the happy news of Elysium’s goal being accomplished again.

“May they find everlasting peace and serenity.” Your words intertwined with Susie in perfect sync of the motto coined after the first crossover, “I suppose the Serenity will begin planning?”

“Have the Serenity ever not performed their duty?” Rudy raised one dark eyebrow with a rhetorical question. E/c and faded brown met recalling the countless times Elysium had hosted a celebration for those who found their unfinished business.

“That is-whoa.” You gasped stumbling at the scream echoing in your mind accessorized with the vintage sound of a band.

Calloused hands grasped your shaking form from collapsing onto the ground from a proverbial psionic shove. Agony slammed your brain flickering into an old fashioned club filled with people in both colour or black and white attire. You caught sight of baby pink, deep royal blue and bright red suits. The pained screams of a skater in a dark room overtaking the music in the Club.

“No.” You whispered clenching your hands on your head, feeling the dread building in the pit of your stomach.

The joyful voices in the hall muted while your body flickered with the deep instinct to leave the haven for the one place that utterly terrified you. It was the familiar touch of Susie and Rudy that kept you from finding the one person that meant the world. Willie’s soul was on the cutting board, and Caleb obsession with performing was the only reason Willie still existed.

“Willie.” You whimpered tears rolling down your flushed cheeks, feeling the panic in the skater’s mind.

“Susie help me.” Rudy stonily spoke ushering the distraught girl from the busy hall into an empty room.

Your shaking body finding purchase on the plush sofa with Susie holding one hand in hers and Rudy brushing the sweaty hair from your forehead. It wasn’t often your psionic abilities left you in such a state, but the distance proved difficult.

“Shit.” Rudy grumbled frowning, “This is bad. Y/N, we need to get you to Willie. You’re flickering, and the distance isn’t helping.”

“You want to take one of Elysium’s strongest ghosts straight into Caleb’s domain? You know how much he wants her in his Club.” Susie hissed to the co-founder of the haven they had to take extraordinary measures to protect, “It won’t work! You’re throwing her to the dogs!”

“Susanne I wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t necessary. Besides, we always have a plan.” Rudy retorted narrowing his whiskey eyes at the younger girl, “I’ll take her to get Willie, but you need to stay here to make sure everything runs smooth.”

“Are you sure you can-“Susie cut herself off with a nod as Rudy displayed the reason he could do it, “Okay, yep, you can do it.”

Rudy came back into her vision in his signature position with one eyebrow raised, and his arms crossed. The reason why Elysium worked so well was Rudy’s ability to erase an object from the view of anyone. He could make himself invisible to anyone and in practice, developed it to hide items and location. With his ability, Elysium was permanently hidden to anyone outside of his power. Illusions were his unique ability.

“You aren’t the first person to doubt my capability.” Rudy informed the other ghost reaching one hand out. With his fingers caressing your temple, he snapped his fingers, transporting you and him away from Elysium.

The empty room of Elysium’s dining hall was exchanged for the business streets of Los Angeles, bringing an improvement in your body. Pushing away from Rudy, your eyes frantically scoured the unfamiliar area for any hint of Willie.

“He’s close.” You exclaimed closing your e/c eyes to focus solely on your sixth sense kicking in. Rudy’s gasp snapped your eyes open to see his eyes pinned on your feet where a glowing neon purple smoke wisped.

“What is that?” Rudy demanded crouching to touch it, but it was like nothing was there. His whiskey brown eyes meeting your confused gaze.

“I have no clue, but I feel like I have to follow it.” Robotically your feet started walking following the smoke through the streets.

Rudy was silent as you came upon a park swallowed by the darkness of the night with the moon barely showing through the clouds. The odd purple smoke the only offering of light so far from the path with street lights.

“Of course we have to go through a park.” Rudy grumbled, “Nothing good ever happens in wooded areas at night.”

Lifting your eyes from the smoke, you looked at a deeply unsettled Rudy lost in the past only he knew. His mind recalling traipsing through the forest with his asthmatic best friend in the middle of the night. The last night before the unknown took over his life. Oddly enough dying and returning as a ghost was the most normal with everything that happened with his friends alive.

“You can go ba-“

“We’re not splitting up,” Rudy growled plainly scowling at your hesitant features. Rudy’s slammed the door closed on his past life.

Sensing unease Rudy’s calloused hand reached over to slide into yours in platonic support. You continued your mission, unaware that three certain ghosts in breathtaking suits were searching for you. 

Alex, Reggie, and Luke, affected by the purple jolts, failed to find the one place where their plan B could work. What Julie hadn’t known was that the guys had a plan just in case the Orpheum wasn’t their unfinished business. The three would go to Elysium to accept their fate and ensure Julie believed they crossed over.

With no Elysium in sight, the boys returned to the Molina garage hoping that one thing would go their way: Julie would go straight to bed.

The glow purple smoke trailed through the city park into an older part of Los Angeles before it stopped. Where the smoke stopped was a vast empty space surrounded by trees.

“Well, that’s a little anticlimactic.” You grumbled crossing your arms, “Willie’s somewhere here. Do you think Caleb has an underground lair?”

Rudy cast an unamused expression at you, “From past experience. No, that’s not likely. He probably has an apartment downtown. An underground network of caves in the woods is more shapeshifter style but still not true.”

“One: You’re rambling. Two: What the hell kind of life did you have?” You questioned furrowing your eyebrows at his rather odd piece of information.

“An old one.” Rudy spoke, staring ahead, “Besides, I think we should check out whatever building is hidden from our sight.”

“Hid-“Your mouth halted when Rudy roughly gripped your shoulders to twist you to face the empty space.

“Close your eyes. Trust your senses.” Rudy spoke softly, “Or pay attention to the slab of concrete in the middle of an empty space with well-kempt grass.”

Your palm slammed your forehead with a resounding thump in the night with distance lights from surrounding buildings. Rudy squeezed your shoulders as he stepped to the side once more in turn, closing his eyes.

“Walk in my mind.” Rudy stated for the first time in your friendship, allowing you to look in his mind. Your hesitance was met with another squeeze of comfort in his calloused grip.

Your tired eyes closed as your mind timidly stepped into the rather breathtaking mind of Rudy, who felt guilt the most. While Susie’s mind was like a summer day spent at a lake with brightness and gorgeous field of flowers, Rudy’s mind was different.

It was dark in Rudy’s mind but not as if evil, but as if he had been touched by the darkness and painted permanently. There’s was the odd whisper of childlike laughter intermingled with the full adult laugh of a woman; the laughter overshadowed with the sound of funeral music. You felt the lose near that memory. Rudy’s mind was painful to be in and drowning in the feelings he had.

Your breath caught seeing a door you assumed was of his childhood room with a name you couldn’t pronounce for the life of you.

“My parents named me after my mom’s dad.” Rudy spoke through his mind with a soft smile on his face, “I couldn’t say it, so I called myself Mischief. I stopped using it when my mom died, and I went by a shortened version of my last name.”

Your eyes watched as the door disappeared, and the reason you were in his mind came back to the forefront. Your eyes watched the image forming of a vintage hotel rippling in the air before it solidified. The size reminded you of a castle, and it felt like you were storming it.

Without any more mental interaction, you stepped out of Rudy’s mind back into the real world. The very same hotel in plain sight to both Rudy and your surprised elation.

 “Honestly didn’t think that would work.” Rudy breathlessly laughed, staring at the hotel once hidden to them. A dark comparison to Elysium.

“How do we play this, Rudy?” You inquired looking over at him, “This is very different from stealing cars and scaring teens.”

“Easy. We blend in.” Rudy responded, holding one hand out to grasp yours in which you noticed your attire had changed, “Perks of illusion? I can alter our own perception of ourselves.”

“Oh, wow. That looks expensive.” You replied, staring at the diamond bracelet on your wrist matching the necklace you wore.

Rudy’s attire had changed from his normal button-up with the sleeves rolled to be layered under a charcoal grey vest and jacket. Sleek matching pants to his coat and the dark black-tie matching the elegant black dress you wore. He had taken pity on your footwear to fit your ability to walk and for the fancy place.

He even had diamond cufflinks that matched you, but the wedding rings on your fingers took you aback. Your widened eyes staring at him.

“Tonight we’re Mr and Mrs Martin,” Rudy spoke choking on the last name he gave as it was the upscale name toppled from his lips.

“Okay. This is a test of our abilities.”

“This is if our plan A of being invisible doesn’t work. The one thing we know for sure is that Caleb has never seen either one of us.” Rudy soothed your nerves with a half-smile,” Let’s get Willie out.”

Your arm slipped into the crook of his to walk to the front door, “I feel like a spy. I feel like that Naomi Roma-“

“It’s Natasha Romanoff. Have you ever seen one of the marvel movies?” Rudy demanded walking up the entrance with a pained smile, “You’re like my best friend and when he wouldn’t watch Star Wars! Never caught one of my references!”

“Okay! Sorry, we can watch the movies when this over.” You grumbled as your heels clicked in the foyer of the hotel. The inside made you feel like you were sent back in time to the roaring ’20s.

“Oh damn, this is nice,” Rudy whispered, staring at the chandelier in the extravagant lobby of the last place you wanted to be.

While on the outside the two ghosts appeared cool, calm and collected they were anything but. Both a wreck inside from the perilous errand they had done that could very well be the ending of Elysium. Rudy nudged you to begin finding Willie with your mind, but you didn’t need to.

That same glowing mist was on the ground pulling you in the direction of a dark hall away from the route to the Club. Rudy kept his eye out, a characteristic carried into the afterlife from his time with the FBI, as you followed the mist. The hall continued to get more and more dark as the walk continued.

 Finally at the end was a blood-red door.

 “I swear to god if he kills his Club members, I’ll lose it.” You hissed to your arm candy, “What if he’s really H. H. Holmes disguised as a former magician? His door is blood red!”

“Have you been using your serial killer colouring book again?” Rudy demanded stuttering his steps to place his whiskey brown eyes on you. The sheepish expression on your face was enough of a response to gain the look of disbelief could have sent you into hysterics had the time not been too serious.

With a grin belying the situation, you twisted your wrist to open the door to hopefully where Willie was being held.

“What a cliché. He’s keeping Willie in the basement?”

“Will you shut up!” Rudy hissed right back with a clenched jaw entering the somewhat unfinished basement. It was cold even to your dead standards where the cold didn’t bother that much.

At the bottom in front of a desk with only a small lamp as illumination sat a vacant-eyed Willie painstakingly detailing a fabric. The lush purple velvet fabric was bougie, to say the least, and rather outlandish for the skater.

“Willie.” You softly coaxed the teen to glance up from the fabric you found to be something Caleb would wear. Willie’s brown eyes barely met yours before they returned to the sewing needle in his hand and the tiny beads in the bowl.

“Caleb is actually forcing him to be his personal seamstress?” Rudy scoffed,d stepping right up by your side to look at the work.

Both trying unsuccessfully to coaxed Willie out of the stupor he was engaged in the sudden poofing wasn’t heard.

“Mrs. Young taught both Willie and Kayla how to sew. She’s quite the seamstress, reminds me of my old one.” Caleb wistfully responded with a smarmy smile on his face, “Well if it isn’t little Y/N and whoever she brought. Nice threads.”

“Let him go.”

Caleb’s index finger caressed the corner of his mouth so gently to ensure the stage makeup didn’t budge. His clear ocean blue eyes turning thunderstorm navy as his lips parted in such a bone-chilling sinister grin.

“Let him go? He tried to take my new house band from me. He thinks that those boys not crossing over is his punishment. I think that adorable but so very wrong.” Caleb shrugged, dragging his finger down the bicep of his puppet.

“What can we do to- “

“You see after he’s done fixing the tuxedo jacket I’m going to tie him up on the table and slowly strip away his soul piece by piece. No, Willie won’t get the quick and easy zap erasing him. I’ll personally see it’s the most painful thing he experiences and I’ll do so happily.”

“Willie! Wake up!” Rudy shouted, shaking the skater’s shoulder frantically with his focus never entirely leaving the mad man. The whiskey brown eyes panicking at the odd displaced feeling of reliving his living life.

“That won’t work.” Caleb chuckled crossing his arms, “It’s rather amusing you think you can beat me. I’m Caleb Covington! I’m persuasive enough for hundred of memberships to financially benefit the Club.”

“And I’m Y/N Y/L/N bitch.” You snarled viciously throwing your mind into the nefarious narcissistic mind of the washed-up magician. 

Caleb Convington had started to bore his audience with the same tricks at every previous show. The lack of interest depleting the attendance numbers and severely hurting the financials. So Caleb decided to broaden his talent by copying the likes of Harry Houdini.

He had a knack for both the dramatics and swindling his audience to be tricked by the illusions he created. The heightened popularity increased Caleb’s thirst for status and fame, so he overestimated himself.

Surrounded by adoring fans and journalists, Caleb had his assistant lock him in a safe with no key, to the audience’s knowledge, and push the safe into the river. Unfortunately from the infamous magician and escape artist the safe warped due to the material it as made out of. Caleb Covington died drowning in a safe at the bottom of the river.

You flinched feeling the emotion at the time Caleb had died and the feeling of disappointment at not leaving a legacy. Your continued your trek in the struggling mind of a man who viewed himself as invincible. You caught glimpses of a young Caleb with his family and the moments of tragedy that shaped him.

You saw his first taste of power in death and the content since the first time he erased a ghost from existence. It sickened you more as you reached the point where Willie came into Caleb’s path.

I’m unique, Caleb. Unlike you with the illusions and empty promises, I have real power that you could only dream of. Hearing your thoughts and planting my own words is just the tip of the iceberg.

Caleb screamed in response holding his aching head as you cruelly ripped every memory of Willie from his mind. The screams echoed not only in the basement but through the hotel the Club worked out of.

“Stop!” Caleb pleaded, shaking his head back and forth. The anguish was un-fazing to both the lucid people in the room. Rudy too busy trying to wake your best friend from the trance he had been placed in.

“I can alter memories. Remove them and even plant memories of my own design. You may take from people, but I give to people. I refused to give you anything.” You circled the man seeing double from outside and inside his mind.

I’m everything you wish you could be.

Your last action in his mind was searing a burn that flashed across his entire body from a nerve stroked. With the heat equivalent to magma in his veins, you burrowed to where Caleb controlled the souls. With a smear of your fingers, Willie’s soul was released from Caleb clutches.

“C’mon. Get Willie.” You told Rudy sending Caleb into an empty trance as if he was no more than a wax figure. Rudy eased the skater up from the desk while you exchanged Caleb to sit on the chair holding the needle, “We need to leave. I’ll get rid of any speck of Willie in memories.”

“I didn’t even get to punch the guy.” Rudy pouted, dragging his feet up the stairs away from the magician.

“That’s a good thing. I’m sure Caleb would be more pissed about his nose being damaged than losing Willie.” You scoffed helping the man urge Willie to walk up the stairs and then down the hallway to the entrance.

As you walked you brushed the minds of every individual in the building, all members in attendance, you gently removed all traces of Willie. By the time you reached the edge of the park, you had relaxed.

“We should get him to Alex, they didn’t crossover. I can still feel their imprint.”

“He’d be safer at Elysium to lay low.” Rudy replied, keeping on eye on the skater and on anyone he could see.

With only a nod, you ushered the ghost to teleport both the skater and himself back to the safe walls of Elysium. As he did so, you reached out with your mind to the blonde-haired sweet male in adoration with your best friend.

Clicking his place was easy enough for your draining power after the taxing bond with Willie’s absent presence. Instead of walking as you would generally choose you poofed on the cement pad in the backyard of a home. The surrounding skirt of the backyard encased with plants and flowers.

“Hello?” You called out in the darkness. The soft, mumbled words had your feet moving in the direction.

Standing in a circle mesmerized at the purple tattoos lifting off their skin was the boys of Julie and the Phantoms. The teenage beautiful Puerto Rican girl stood across from Luke with Reggie and Alex on each side.

“Alex?” You called out to the boy wearing a baby pink vintage tuxedo that complimented his skin and hair exquisitely. The outfit definitely screamed that Caleb had something to do with it, especially with the missing fanny pack.

“Y/N?” Luke gasped turning to see you in incredibly fancy attire matching his gorgeous blue suit modified to having no sleeves. The anticipation of eating at you to find Reggie rocking a red suit with butterflies on the fabric.

“I’m sorry you didn’t crossover.” Your words soothed the sad teenagers that had accepted their fate only to have no control again. An introduction was brought between you and Julie when the living girl elbowed Alex.

“Not that we mind but what are you doing here? How did you get here, and why are you dressed up?” Luke inquired, pushing his hands into his suit pockets, engrossed with your gorgeous appearance.

“Well when you crash a fancy Club with a narcissistic founder…any means to blend in is necessary.” You responded, “As for your second question.”

Your finger tapped your temple before continuing to speak, “I’m here because Alex deserves to know. You all do.”

The boy in baby pink frantically stepped forward, “What happened?”

“Maybe it’s best, I just show you?” Your brows furrowed to your own question accompanied by your lower lip being bitten by your teeth. The red lipstick not budging as it was an illusion as well.

“Hu-“Reggie grunted as he spiralled with his two dead bandmates into the scene that had sent you on your determined mission.

The rough action of being drawn into your memories as jarring as the first time and just as scary. The maniacal magician pacing the dark basement simply to heighten his dramatic speech. Alex’s heart clenched at the vacant look in the skater’s eyes with the faintest tinge of purple in the gorgeous brown.

“I feel like I got carsick.” Reggie moaned leaning over to clutch his midsection once you released the ghostly trio. Reggie would often gain a look of disbelief and horror from the blonde drummer, but his entire brain was centred on Willie.

“Rudy took Willie back to Elysium where he’ll be safe. If you want, you can join us.” The words were offered to both the dead and living currently in the room.

Opting out, Julie retired to her bedroom to calm down from the rush of performing at the Orpheum of all places. Besides she felt like going to Elysium was best for the three boys, and maybe they would move there. Julie would miss them, but she knew they’d always come back.

Susie was quick to hug you tightly as you stepped through the gates with the dead members of Julie’s band. The boys changed out of the tuxedos they had dropped off at a donation centre, Reggie had wanted to burn them. After living on the streets for a short while, Luke understood the need for clothing, so the clothing was taken to shelters.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. Rudy told me you overexerted yourself again.” Susie spoke with a deeply furrowed brow oblivious to the puppy dog look from the bassist in red flannel.

“If I didn’t, Willie would be gone.”

“You’re pale yet flushed cheeks. I can see you have a fever. You need to rest.”

“I need to soothe Willie out of the trance that psychotic prick put him in.” You scoffed shaking Susie’s hand off your shoulder to sidestep her, “I’ll rest when he’s fine.”

“I-“

“At least gab something from the cafeteria for energy.” Susie’s brown eyes dimmed at your typical brush off. The same routine of overusing your powers and not recharging correctly, “He’s in Cottage A!”

The boys were on your heels as you power-walked through the streets of the ghost city with one location in mind. The living streets with homes of all style and colours appeared passed the bakery, the school and the clothing stores.

“You can eat?” Reggie whispered as a little ghost girl licked an ice cream cone walked by.

“Harvey adored cooking for people when he living, so he continued in death. Harvey can make food for ghosts, and so can his staff if they work in his kitchen. His pastry chef provides baked goods to Flora’s Bakery and makes the best ice cream.”

 “Oh my god.” Reggie practically squealed wholly flabbergasted by the almost perfect place you created, “How do you pay for things?”

“We don’t. What Harvey doesn’t grow in his garden, he can make ingredients out of thin air. We all have some kind of job we do. Everyone has a role in fulfilling to keep Elysium running.” You simply spoke keeping your eyes on the cottage with the robin’s egg blue door.

As if he knew Rudy flung the door open elated to see you standing there. Both of you still wearing the illusioned attire. IN milliseconds he wiped the illusion away, returning you back into your street clothes.

“How is he?”

“No change.” Rudy replied, following your steps in the living room. The skater was staring blankly at the wall.

“Willie!” Alex cried, rushing over to kneel beside the boy that had so swiftly stolen his heart without him realizing. The emotion in his word didn’t get a microscopic flinch from the formerly so-called enemy.

“Everyone be quiet.” You demanded forcibly staring each person in the room down for a mere second. With the desired silence continued, you ignored the headache forming in your head to step into the skater’s mind.

William Young was screaming to be released by the prison of his own mind Caleb had forced him into. He had felt the restriction on his soul lifted and the mist of purple leaving his brain, but he was still stuck.

He could barely breathe with the weight on his chest. Willie didn’t like feeling stuck in one place as he was a wanderer at heart. It was a reason why he had joined the Hollywood Ghost Club with the promise of travel.

Willie come back

In his mind, the sound of your voice firstly grounded the young man as a mirage of your form flickered. Your eyes screamed worry while the smile was one of relief.

Caleb can’t hurt you anymore. Come home.

The spectators watching see your flinching wavering expression and the tensing of Willie’s facial muscles. Everyone sat on the edge of their seat as the two pairs eyes opened in synch of the yells of hurt.

What they didn’t expect was your eyes to roll into the back of your skull and you to collapse onto the floor.

“Y/N!” Willie cried, stumbling off the couch onto the cold floor where your body lay prone, “Wake up!”

It seemed everyone forgot the little detail of being dead.

 “She’s fine.” Rudy remarked, shaking your arm with such gentle care matching the four guys’ care in the room.

Your eyelids fluttered open under the bright lights of the unused cottage still waiting for an owner.

“Susie was right.” You grumbled allowing Willie to help you sit up against the blue velvet couch. Your mussed hair adorable in the eyes of the guitarist utterly enamoured with everything about you.

“She usually is.” Rudy mused, thinking of the many times she had proven everyone wrong, “She punched me for not bringing you home.”

“Gotta love her.” You snorted turning to face the four ghosts awkwardly gazing around the room. It was barren of personality with the lack of inhabitants. The yearning quickly found in the boys’ eyes, “You know this isn’t the only cottage in need of people.”

“What do-“

“You’re welcome to live here. I know you three live in that studio, but here you can have a real bed. You can eat and having your own place. You can come and go as you please.” You offered without looking, Rudy.

“I don’-“

“If you don’t want to live here, it’s okay, but the option is always there. Willie, we make plans for a skatepark-“

“Oh, you had me from the start.” Willie beamed tugging you into his arms, “I missed this. I missed you.”

 “Me too.” You murmured into his warm embrace equally relaxed at knowing he was safe again. Your eyes clashing with the soft blue had Ideas songwriting already filled with lyrics of a pretty girl wearing a jean jacket with patches.

The lyrics turned into songs both in the studio and the cottage that Luke, Reggie and Alex accepted in Elysium. It had been a spirited discussion with Julie on moving to Elysium, but the boys were always there when she wasn’t in school. Often Elysium hosted a concert for the residents with the visitation of Julie.

Your reciprocated attraction with the messy-haired hazel-eyed guitarist flourished into a serious relationship. Luke took on the role of teaching how to play the guitar and songwriting. Alex took of mediation while Reggie worked with Harvey.

Willie quickly took on designing the skatepark he taught at while also taking a position at the ghost school.

“Morning.” The soft whisper roused your sleep into the golden glow of the morning light and chirping birds.

The growling aspect of his voice coming from only just waking up. The sight of Luke’s bleary eyes was heartwarming.

 A year into moving into Elysium, Luke had asked if you’d like to move in as he was the only one in the original house. Alex had moved into the little cottage with Willie three months into the relationship while Reggie was going back and forth between Susie’s room and his own place.

“Morning.” You hummed leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

“You know I thought my life ended when I died. That I could never find someone and have a family. That I couldn’t share my music with the world. I was wrong.” Luke murmured as he cupped your cheek in his hand, “The band is growing more and more each day. I found the love of my life, and we have a family with everyone. I haven’t felt like I had had home for so long, but I get it now. You’re my home. I love you.”

Your cheeks warmed up at the adoration Luke displayed in his expressive hazel green gaze just as it had since day one. The awe fell from his lips before you pressed a kiss to his lips, only one of the many in the eons to come.

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[tobiosmilktea]

i loved your ballerina hcs, and i was wondering if you’d do a figure skating s/o with the same boys 👉🏻👈🏻

figure skating girlfriend w/ suna, lev, and akaashi

a/n: i did two ballerina hcs, so i wasn’t sure which boys you wanted so i did the boys from the latest ballerina hcs i posted (also i don’t know jack shit about figure skating so bear with me fdjaf)

— s. rintarou

i could honestly see him begging to pick out your music for your free skate

it would either range from his favorite obscure “underground” pop-indie band that isn’t really fit for figure skating to anime openings

he deadass made a whole playlist full of songs you would never skate to

he doesn’t know the differences between the different jumps besides the axel (and honestly neither can i lmao)

like whenever you would talk to him about how you keep messing up your jump combo, he’ll just nod like he understands lmao

“yeah, i have to go from an axel, double toe loop, to a double salchow.” (idk if this is accurate i’m talking out of my ass rn)

suna: i like your funny words magic man 😀

he sometimes stops by during your practice, but only if you’re at a public skating rink where he could watch you from the sidelines

he would come by often especially since your rehearsal lasts longer than his volleyball practices to the point that your coach and your other figure skating friends were familiar with your boyfriend

granted, suna did show his playlist to your coach and you’ve never been more embarrassed

when you and suna first started dating, your first date was actually at a skating rink

it was actually his choice to go just so he could somehow manage to impress you with his mediocre skating skills to which were not that bad

you even started teaching him basic figure skating moves

mans can do a killer besti squat and says he’s “channeling his inner yuzuru hanyu”

will definitely be the loudest guy cheering for you there

— h. lev

he would definitely binge watch all your competition performances cause he’s such a big fan of you

whenever you get your new competition dress, just know lev would be one of the first ones to see you try it on

he would ask for you to try it on for him and gush about how pretty you look, especially once you’re on the ice

he’s definitely one those guys who watch the olympics and criticize how a competitor under rotated a double salchow or something despite barely being able to skate himself

but it’s mostly just to tease you since he mainly watches it with you

he often jokes how he should start figure skating just so you and him can become a team (this is honestly just his excuse to throw your ass around lmao)

you’re literally his biggest flex

he loves talking about his cool figure skating gf and often embellishes the truth that you’re going to be part of the next winter olympics 

“what?” lev exclaims, “you can’t do backflips during competitions? that’s lame.”

he thinks the point criteria is kinda messed up as well, but then again, what does he know

i can totally see him holding up two cameras to film you during your free skate just so he doesn’t miss anything

he’d probably sit away from your family just to get two different angles lmao

the next time you two went on an ice skating date, he asked you to teach him the different jumps

he’s decent at a beginner toe loop, but almost crashed into a group of middle schoolers when he attempted a lutz

lev would never miss a competition of yours even if he has his own game, he’ll come late either way

— a. keiji

he’s your #1 supplier of kt tape

he’s also your #1 hypeman (bokuto is a really close second)

akaashi doesn’t know a lot about figure skating but he does know how amazing you are at your sport

he tries his best to understand the basic rundown of everything, especially since you tend to overthink a lot of your routines and competition scores so knowing at least the basic rules and point system could help him calm you down or at least comfort you

“so what if you fell? what matters is that you got up immediately and continued.”

will probably buy you ice cream to help you cheer up as well

akaashi always picks you up from practice as it becomes routine to go to the convenient store to get snacks before going to his house to do your homework together

it makes up for lost time since your schedules often get busy especially yours since the volleyball season only lasts a few months while figure skating is year round

he’s always making sure you’re ok whenever he picks you up from practice since he knows how strenuous skating is on your body

he’s also your #1 masseuse lmao

idk i feel he just likes spoiling you

will bring you the biggest bouquet of your favorite flowers after every competition

[carrion-aac]

Roller/Ice Skating AU me and @emo-and-confused came up with at our meet-up

Non-angst edition!

- philza is an ice skater and does competative ice skating. it's pretty funky

- technoblade is both an ice skater and a roller skater. he mostly does chill skating but he did compete in a derby against dream once because of a dare and beat him only to never compete again lol. he uses in-line/blade skates for roller skating because he's used to them with ice skating

- wilbur is a competitive artistic roller skater. it's like figure skating on ice but its on roller skates (not blades, he's too extra for that)

- tommy is a roller derby player! he's most often the jammer (player) of his jam (round) because he's pretty fast. he doesn't mind though

- tubbo is also a competative artistic roller skater! he uses either blades or quads becaude it doesnt really matter to him

- dream is a roller derby player as well! he switches between jammer and blocker however 7/10 times he's jammer lmao

- ranboo is an NSO at tommy and dream's skating rink. (nso means non-skating official). he's the announcer and the DJ when he's not announcing

- ranboo plays the able sisters when tommy is in the lead and the avengers when he wins. he's the only one with a theme song, let alone two of them.

- tubbo and wilbur once did a free skating duet to bohemian rhapsody and got first place! it was really difficult considering the limits on jumps and spins in a free skating and how it's centered heavily on choreography.

- that was also the first time tubbo got first during a duet

- tommy and dream are rivals unsurprisingly. dream wins most of the time but considering tommy has a habit of goofing off and not actually proving himself

- tommy has beaten dream a few times though. the most prominent was when dream took their rivalry too far and took the friendship bracelet that tubbo gave him and hid it. that was the first gift tommy ever received and dream felt extremely guilty about it after and bought tommy a happy meal in return. (that's all tommy wanted ell oh ell)

- all of wilbur's song choices for his dances have meanings. he made it to nationals with happier by marshmello ft bastille which was mostly directed at tommy (platonically obviously)

- tommy and tubbo try to make it to each others competitions all the time and ranboo tries to go to tubbo's whenever he gets a chance!

- puffy is also an artistic roller skater. she once did a solo free skating routine to wellerman. somehow it worked too!

- niki is a figure skater and has done the swan lake routine i'm sorry.

- eret is a figure skater judge

- sapnap and george are also derby players who are most often on dream's roster

- sapnap has been on tommy's roster like twice

- sapnap and tommy hangout every so often whenever they can (i miss them ok?)

- jack is also a derby player and is on tommy's roster most of the time

- jack gave tommy a pair of 3D movie theater glasses for no reason, he just thought they were funny

- punz and purpled are both derby referees

- they are also brothers

- whenever tubbo wins, ranboo treats him to an ice cream from his and fundy's ice cream parlor.

- dream treats tommy to boba when tommy wins and tommy gets him a milkshake from mcdonalds when dream wins

[peggyrose19]

Day 4: Reindeer Games

So I believe this idea came from the SW discord, although I cannot remember because I’m an idiot and didn’t write it down. No, it’s not Wolfstar cause, as I mentioned, I don’t like rules, so take some FinnLo fluff instead. Also this idea was too cute to pass up. No, I did not do research for this. I used my knowledge of dance and the occasional skating performance I’ve watched and just kinda went from there cause I’m exhausted and writing this in class. Prompt from @remus-john-lupin, characters from the amazing @lumosinlove. Hope you guys enjoy!

Finn was looping around the rink when Logan skated up to him, grinning. He pressed a kiss to his cheek as he passed before skating over to Leo, who appeared to be having a very intense conversation with Regulus and Jules. Finn smiled. He loved family skate. 

The ice was smooth beneath his feet, the peppy music playing through the speakers reminding him of when he was a kid. He had done a short routine to this song once, long ago, way before his obsession with hockey had begun. 

It came back to him easily, the graceful movements and precise jumps and turns. His eyes closed as he fell into the steps, feet gliding beneath him. He opened his eyes again as he pushed onto one foot, left leg rising to an arabesque, arms reaching behind him. It transitioned into a spin, which he pulled off flawlessly, wobbling only a bit at the very end.

He grinned. It was like he’d never stopped. 

Experimentally, he skated a few steps before pushing off the ice into a single axle, landing cleanly, if a bit wobbly. 

“Finn!” a shout came from behind him. He turned to see half the team staring at him, Leo and Logan included.

“What?” he asked Logan, who had his mouth wide open. 

“Wh- a….how,” Logan stammered, seemingly unable to form a sentence.

“Words, Tremz,” Leo teased from his side, arm wrapped around his waist.

“When did you learn how to do that?” Remus asked from where he stood at Sirius’ side.

“I used to figure skate,” Finn replied, flushing a bit under all the attention now. “When I was little, before I started hockey.” He laughed a little. “I remember more than I thought I would.” 

“You figure skated?” Logan asked incredulously. “How did I never know this?”

“I dunno. I guess I never really mentioned it?” 

“How have you never mentioned it? What, did it just slip your mind?” “You okay there, Tremz?” Sirius asked, smirking. Logan just spluttered.

With a smile, Finn skated over to him, grabbing Logan’s hand and pulling him close. “Want me to teach you?” Logan’s gaze softened. 

“Sure.”  But he leaned into Finn further, making no move to separate from him. Finn didn’t really mind, the weight of Logan against his chest was familiar, comforting. He pressed a soft kiss to his lips, smiling into it, and pulled Logan into a spin. 

“I love you,” he murmured. 

“Love you.”

Finn loved family skate.