#triple axel au

[sad-giffin]

Triple Axel (sonic au- mini comic)

Pov you just spent the whole day poking fun at your roomie everytime he fell, skating. He looks like he's about to take a pretty hard fall this time. You caught him?

✨✨✨The first panel of Triple Axel (the full comic) is looking gorgeous thanks to @kinetic-chaos ‘s wonderful coloring and shading skills‼️ I’m so excited for this!!!✨✨✨

[kinetic-chaos]

✨Sparkly sound effects✨

Some cover art I've done for @i-think-i-esploded 's Triple Axel au! :)

[avoicebehindthestars]

That. Is. Simply. Gorgeous!!

i wanna rotoscope some skating clips sooo bad. i could do it. i COULD go that far. i could animate crowley doing a triple axel. or aziraphale’s layback spin.

[nochilforthechuck]

OKAY PEOPLE HEAR ME OUT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you like it, i’ll draw more 🥹

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

[evourein]

LOVED YOU BETTER.

pairings ken 'draken' ryuguji x fem!reader

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

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

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

status ongoing!

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

CHAPTERS!

your friends , draken's friends

001 - this is awkward.

002 - sick and twisted.

003 - we're cooked.

004 - kira core.

005 - a gun.

006 - #attrative.

007 - moment of weakness.

008 - shoutout.

009 - tba!

[ukiiseikou]

you know i fade to grey without you.

kazuha kaedehara x gn! reader, figure skating au.

a/n: soooo y/n is kinda a flop in this one, and the pacing is kinda all over the place. this was my first ever piece i wrote (despite being published after the scara one) so please excuse everything wrong!! thank you! part of complementary figures, 2/? read wanderer's here.

you used to be good at figure skating. now? not so much. your body was taller and your limbs less under your control. a car crash sealed the deal, and your legs never really felt like your's anymore.

junior world champion used to be a title you had, but now? top ten at sectionals was often out of reach, much less any big international podiums. you settle with entering yourself into those small challenger cups, and if you're lucky, manage to snag a medal or two.

at least you never gave up on it.

your coach says its a good thing - your tenacity and grit, but even you can tell her hugs has become more fleeting and more like pats on the back over the years, dismayed at yet another two-footed or unlanded jump. you see how the skaters in the later groups looked at you - or more like, not looked at you. you were way under their league, an insignificant number on the scoreboard, a grey spot at the bottom.

you know figure skating. the feeling of ice against blade, the gliding, the wind in your face, the way the world around you blurs as you spin and launch yourself into the air. even the drowsy, orange tinted memories of watching mao asada's triple axel on repeat in the car at 5am, and the biting ice of the bath you have to lower yourself into at 1 in the morning, replaying your mistakes on the small screen you grasp between your hands. four years ago, you've said you wouldn't have it any other way. but those were bygone days, and now you were barely scraping by.

kazuha kaedehara, on the other hand, is figure skating's golden boy.

you remember how the commentators yelled over the broadcast as the last notes of his free skate sounded, the way your own teammates launched themselves out of the white plastic chairs crowded around the small TV and erupted into cheers and whoops. you swore you saw your coach wipe away a tear. the energy was electric, and even you felt your fingers tingle and your feet itch as you focus on his figure, his costume bright red against the white of the ice.

"oh my goodness, what even was that skating? spectacular! impeccable, just impeccable. why, i say we'll be seeing an olympic gold medal around his neck in three years. yes! kazuha kaedehara from inazuma, what a wonderful showing! a pure figure skater, the consistency, the artistry, the technical mastery, the interpretation. my friends, this is a one in a lifetime talent!"

praises like this echoed throughout the figure skating world for the next two years, and you heard it first-hand every single time. for some reason, despite being ranked number one around the entire world, kazuha kaedehara finds it in his heart to bless the smaller competitions you were at and take away the medal of some poor kid who only wanted to get some international recognition.

you've seen him so many times that he says hi to you in the hallways now (even though he probably doesn't even know your name). flashes that sweet smile that's captured the hearts of thousands across the globe in your direction as he tilts his head. you always settled for a nod and a smile as well, before brushing past him. this time, you faintly hear him call after you, shouting good luck, and you simply wave back in acknowledgement.

boys come later, first, you gotta pull yourself together.

you've been skating for your entire life now, but the chill of stage fright still gets to you. the feeling of your throat closing up as the speakers boom your name, you hop, gliding in a circle as you approach your starting position. you breathe in through your nose, and out through your mouth.

the first few notes of your music start, and for a moment you panic as your foot roots itself to the ice. but your body moves on its own, your arms flying into the air as you push off your blade. the feeling melts away into pure adrenaline as you make your first round across the ice rink. this is it, your most difficult jump, the one you've never landed properly since the crash. you've done this before - four years ago, you can do it again.

you stare at the spot of ice you'll take off from, faintly, you think to yourself of how kazuha kaedehara probably does the triple axel in his sleep, but the thought is quickly swept away as your body twists forward. there's no time. your leg rises and the dark blue seats, dotted with spectators, blur into lines. you're in the air, wind whipping in your ears.

you make contact with the ice, but lurch forward. fuck. you desperately try to save it by bending your knees, but no luck. you pitch forward and your face nearly hits the ice as your arms and hands brace for impact. a wave of disappointment washes over you as you pick yourself up. you can't even hear the music anymore, relying purely on muscle memory as you skate through your program.

you can see and hear it all already: the wince in the commentators voice as he comments on your incorrect entry or off-centre axis; that one fan that's been following you forever probably just fell to his knees; the newspapers that only the people from your hometown reads - "y/n l/n cannot deliver anymore"; your coach who turns away with a hand over her eyes; your mother trying to contain the sigh that ultimately escapes from her lips.

a wave of disappointment washes over you, but you've got two minutes of program left, and at this point you're just happy you finished alive and with no broken bones, even with two falls and a downgraded spin. as you bow, you see him, bright red against the blue seats of the audience, clapping.

he's insane.

"y/n l/n, i just don't understand," your coach murmurs, after the quick squeeze she gives you as you step out of the rink, out of breath, "you hit it all in practice, it is just - the nerves, my dear? what is it? are your knees hurting again? we'll work on it, okay?"

it's always the same questions, the same disappointed look before she collects herself at the kiss and cry and pats you on the arm, handing you the jacket you've had for years now. the little girl behind you hands you a grey and white cat plushie that she picked up from the rink, and you smile at her, holding up the plushie to the camera as a pang of bitterness settles in your gut.

you and your coach exchange tight smiles before the camera. your coach's eyes turn to squint at the screen that displays your score. you settle instead for playing with the ears of the cat, waiting to be defined by a few set of numbers again. you finally hear your name announced, but you don't even look up to the display, you can only nod with finality as the speakers blare out your score for the whole venue to hear - not enough to qualify to the free skate. it feels like a guilty statement as it hangs over you like a dark cloud.

your coach pats you on the back absentmindedly, before standing up to fuss over your teammate, the one who will probably make it into the free skate.

you wave at the camera before it, too, turns away from you in urgency as the next skater takes to the ice. you tune out the polite applause as you stand from the seat, feet tired and head heavy.

it's always like this. you, washed out against the colours of the arena.

as you turn the corner in the hallways, you see him again.

"i just saw you - in the stands. how - how did you get down here so fast?"

"you were standing there for a really long time, got me worried a bit, actually," he smiles apologetically, "sorry, was that weird?"

"no - i mean, thanks for worrying," you do what you always do, angling your body to brush past him, but his words stop you.

"i liked it - your program."

you raise an eyebrow at him, and when you turn around you're startled by his bright red eyes.

"but i fell, like, twice," you break eye contact, averting your eyes.

you can see his arms move as he shrugs, "things happen. but i liked it. i really like the way you skated. did you choreograph it yourself? i think i saw that listed in your profile."

your eyes snap up to meet his, and he has the same smile that he shows everyone - sincere and charming.

"you read my bio?"

he lets out a gentle laugh, "sorry, i don't mean to be weird. i just - always liked your programs. i was wondering who choreographed them, then i saw it was you. it clicked! only someone who knew the music in and out could skate like you."

"i don't think anyone would want to skate like me," you give him a bitter smile, squeezing the cat between your arms, "but thanks."

he shook his head, "i was there at the junior championships, in the audience - when you won gold? i always wanted to skate like you."

you frown, "you're world number one."

"and i'm a terrible choreographer," he supplies helpfully.

"i don't think i should be your golden standard," you move to leave.

"wait! what i mean is - your skating, it’s... colourful. i can't put it into words, it's ethereal, fascinating, human, it changes people," words spill from his mouth and kazuha's hands suddenly grasp your's, eyes wide and shining, "can you show me? how you do it?"

"wait, wait," you blink, and he pulls out of your space, his eyes apologetic, "my skating does not change lives."

"it changed mine," he says quietly, and you laugh.

"sure, i changed the life of olympic favourite kazuha kaedehara! why not."

"no, really," he sounds out of breath, "didn't i say? i saw you. i actually wanted to leave the sport then, i wasn’t making much progress, but you made me want to skate. now that i’m here… i've been entering these competitions so that you could see me. i wanted to catch your attention."

your head feels like it's going to burst. he even looks slightly frustrated at the thought that you might have never noticed him.

your mouth open and closes like a fish, until you finally settle with: "everything you just said was true?"

"everything," he affirms.

you avert your gaze, "fine. this is me taking notice, alright? one lesson, that's all you get, kaedehara."

"hold your hand out more, you look like a flamingo, not a swan," you bark at kazuha, who laughs as he sits on the floor of the ice. you skate towards him, holding out a hand, "and i can't believe you fell on a double toe loop."

"things happen," he shrugs, grasping your hand as you pull him up.

"you asked me for an olympic level program, so put in some effort."

he laughs again, bending down to brush his nose against your cheek, but you push him away, huffing.

"do it again, this time properly."

"do i get a good job kiss afterwards?"

"i'll think about it," you grumble.

one lesson blossomed into something else, and now you've found yourself the partner of figure skating's golden boy, after he unceremoniously asked you one morning as the two of you walked together into the rink.

you finally quit, but not after several conversations from kazuha lamenting the loss of art from the world, but you've become a choreographer, and every new season he cuddles up to you, asking if you can choreograph a piece to his new favourite piece of music. you’ve also realised that kazuha kaedehara does not land triple axels in his sleep, if the sleepy mumblings of "don't fall!" and "ah, blast, i fell." was any indication.

people call his skating ethereal, colourful, life-changing, and all he does is smile at the camera and say "it's because of y/n, they inspire me."

you watch as he picks up speed from the far end of the rink. you're going to be busy this season, helping the younger ones with their programs. so, the next time you see him, he's at the olympics. his costume bright red against the white of the ice.

he points at you when he finishes, panting and out of breath. he laughs as he sees you clap, your dream blazing alongside his own. right now, even at the top, no other person matters, you're the one who brought colour into his life, after all.

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[minimomoe]

Love Bites

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro (mafia au)

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

tags: Fluff, grumpy x sunshine, found family, a little angsty but nothing too bad, marriage proposal, established relationship, (last chapter only: kitchen sex, creampie, oral- fem receiving, other sexxy funtime stuff)

Chapter Five: Pumpkin Spice

The warmth of Toji’s hand sears through your gloves even in the nipping cold. You look around in the skating rink and see a little girl in a sparkly pink jumpsuit who is doing a camel spin before evolving it into a salchow. Your eyes couldn't even keep up with how many rotations the child was completing, and you weren't sure if cheering her on would distract her or not. You watch in amazement before she realizes that the little girl who’s finally slowing down is Nobara, one of Megumi’s friends. You hadn’t recognized her for a moment because her copper hair was tucked inside of her beanie. 

“That was beautiful,” you compliment and Nobara beams up at you before giving a curtsy. You were about to give another comment before you lost your balance again. You stumbled forward, trying to steady yourself, but fell short and the ice below you was rushing up to your face fast. Luckily for you, Toji was a steady boulder who was quick to hook his hand underneath your arm to prevent you from ending up in the hospital. 

“Thank you,” you giggle. “This is much harder than they make it look,” you say sheepishly when you are finally standing up straight. When Toji invited you out to come skating you agreed without hesitation, then later realized that you had never gotten on ice for any recreational business. You tried to look it up online to prepare, but it was hard if you didn’t have any skates to practice on your own. You were relieved to see that you weren't the only person unable to skate in the rink, but it was still a little embarrassing. 

“Follow my feet,” Toji says, gliding in front of her to grasp both of your hands tightly. Toji wasn’t wearing his usual suits, instead opting for an all grey sweatshirt and pants combo, with a black puffer jacket and beanie to match. It was a simple outfit, one that you had seen a thousand times before on other people, but he looked devastatingly handsome. Suddenly your feet started to shuffle frantically because you were admiring his face instead of following Toji’s feet like he told you. Your face crashes into his chest with a thump that even Toji groans at. You try to pull back but your feet slip again, causing you to make the same mistake. 

You slump in defeat and scowls at the ice below you. You rub your head into his chest, then lift your head up, digging your chin into his sternum to look at him. 

“I suck at this,” you pout. You bat your eyes at Toji and let your arms dangle at your sides while he continues to hold you up from your underarms. “Even the kids are better than me,” you grumble. You look at Yuji who also said he has never skated before, which was true since he was struggling to take baby steps on the ice with the help of Nobara and Megumi when they first came in, but now he was attempting a triple axel because Nobara had dared him to. 

Toji pressed a kiss to the top of your head, an absentminded but affectionate gesture since she couldn’t actually feel the kiss through your hoodie and beanie covering your head, but you warmed up from it nonetheless. 

“You’re doing fine. Yuji’s freakishly good at everything.” 

“He could go to the Olympics at this rate,” you comment, pointing at how he landed yet another obnoxious turn that Nobara suggested. The kid was only ten years old for crying out loud. You groan and turn your forehead back into Toji’s chest again. 

“Are you hurt anywhere? Do you want to leave?” Toji sets you right on your feet, his eyes grazing over your body. 

“How could I have been hurt? You’ve been holding my hand or body this whole time,” you laugh, then slowly shuffle to the nearest bench looking into the rink. “I don’t want to leave just yet,” you say, sitting down and stretching out your legs in front of you. Toji occupied the space next to you and you both watched the three of the children race around the rink together. You scoot closer to him, closing the gap between you, then rest your head on his shoulder. You hum along to the Christmas song that is playing overhead, threading your hand under Toji’s that was resting on his thigh. By instinct he brings up your hand to kiss the back of it and you grin in response. You sit quietly and listen to the sound of jingles and laughter for a moment until Toji speaks up. 

“What are your plans for Thanks—“

“Is this the reason why you can’t pick up the phone, you fucker?” A deep voice asks behind the couple, and your eyes widen at the interrupter. He must have been taller than Toji, with tattoos on his face and creeping up his neck, and spiked pink hair to top it off. Toji didn’t even turn around to acknowledge the man. He replies with a simple, “It broke.”

“If you’re gonna lie, at least make it a good one,” the other man grumbles. He finally looks down at you, who Toji scooped and tucked closer to his body. The other man crosses his arms over his chest and whistles.

“What’s this? You actually got yourself a woman now?”

“What do you want?”

“She’s really cute. What’s your name, honey?”

Toji pulls you closer and glares at the man. “Sukuna,” he warns. 

“Sukuna me all you want, I asked some questions first.”

“Baby, this is the bane of my existence. Bane of my existence, this is my baby. Now go back to whatever the fuck you were doing before this.” 

“I was looking for you, asshole. We have a problem,” Sukuna says after winking at you.

You give a small wave of your hand but stay quiet during their interaction. You can see Toji getting increasingly stressed out from the conversation so you rub his thigh consolingly. 

“Can’t. Busy. Take it to Nanami.”

“Nanami is pulling the same shit as you but he’s smart enough to stay inside to avoid me.”

“Gojo then.”

“He’s being disgusting with his girl right now. They’re feeding each other whatever baked goods she made for him this time and rubbing each oher’s noses,” Sukuna shivers. 

“Sounds like you should get yourself a partner,” Toji sighs. 

“Don’t worry about me, I got my eyes on someone. Speaking of partners, are you gonna bring her to the family Thanksgiving dinner?”

“I was getting to that before your big ass showed up.”

“I’d love to go. What should I bring?” You pipe up. 

“Anything you want, sugar, I’m sure it’ll taste amazing,” Sukuna purrs and dodges the arm Toji threw out in an attempt to punch his stomach. 

“Great. That’s settled. Call the kids over so I can drop them off at Nanami’s place as punishment for blocking my number again. We have some work to do.”

“I’ll be fine, Toji. It looks like your…friend needs you,” you smile. 

“Thank you,” Sukuna nods. “Here you go,” he hands you a cafe cup. “The lady in the store gave me a sugary pumpkin spice latte instead of black coffee.”

“Don’t take that,” Toji scowls and snatches the cup from Sukuna. “After I take her back then we can talk. Fuck off.”

“Love you too, baby,” Sukuna teases. He walks down the street hauling Yuji and Nobara on his shoulders and Megumi walking close behind, leaving Toji and you alone to walk to his car. 

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” Toji says once you get in his car. 

“I want to. I want to meet the rest of your family,” you assure him.

“They’ll love you, but I’m greedy and wanted to spend Thanksgiving alone together.”

“We’ll have some alone time when we leave,” you say, leaning on the armrest and looking at his lips. 

“Oh yeah?”

You hum in response, drifting closer to his face, but place a finger on his lips before you could touch.

“First you should get me a pumpkin spice latte. I really wanted that one,” you grin.

Chapters: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI.

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06. hockey boy

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pairing: lee mark (nct) x fem!reader

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

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

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

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words: ~1.9k

inhale.

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

exhale.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[luxyue]

knife boots — part i.

xiao x reader, figure skating au

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➥ NEW VOCAB ❝ quad ❞ any four revolution jump

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

The Wednesday 6:00 AM session is the best, in Xiao's opinion. There's usually nobody there, maybe Shenhe and occasionally Ganyu or Keqing. It's specifically reserved for international competitors, so everyone knows their way around the ice—including how to stay out of each other's way. Xiao can run through his program as many times as he needs, without popping a jump just because an inexperienced skater got in his way.

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

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

He starts with his triple salchow. The first triple he learned, just like everybody else does, and it has been loyal to him ever since. Running through the rest of his triples is a formula that's stuck to him like glue. Toe loop. Loop. Flip. Lutz. Axel. Then repeat, but as quads this time. Easy as pie. All goes well, and he's about to do the final one, his quad lutz.

That is, until you walk in.

With a slam, he falls hard. Literally.

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

No, it's not that your looks particularly catch his eye or anything. Of course not. But it's you, Y/N L/N. Someone nobody has seen or heard from in three whole years. What are you doing here of all places, with his coach no less?

Whatever, he thinks, deciding to mind his own business considering there's only 5 minutes left on this session. Ice time is expensive. But it's too late, Zhongli and him make eye contact.

"Ah, Xiao! Good morning. Could you please come here for a second?"

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

"This is Y/N. Although I believe you've seen her before, haven't you?"

Of course Xiao has seen you before. At the Grand Prix Final, then at Four Continents, and finally at Worlds. But that was all three years ago, and he hasn't seen you since.

"I have. A while ago," he responds.

Zhongli smiles. "Well, you have plenty of time to get acquainted now. Y/N will be skating here with us from now on."

Skating with—wait, what?

"I thought she skated for Snezhnaya?"

"Used to. But um, not anymore," you speak up for the first time, and Xiao looks over at you, as if seeing you for the first time, finally registering your presence. His brows furrow in confusion.

"Actually, I've invited Ms. Y/N to skate for Liyue this season." Zhongli adds for you.

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

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

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

Zhongli clears his throat. "Ahem, well, I'll leave you two to acquaint yourselves. Y/N, feel free to get on the ice at any time." As he leaves, you shoot him a glance that obviously screams help me, but he doesn't notice. Typical Zhongli.

It's just you and Xiao now. Great.

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

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

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

You look up at him in confusion. "What else would it be?"

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

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

"So the rumors are true," you say.

Xiao raises an eyebrow. "What rumors?"

"That you're an ass."

He blinks at you once, and twice, then three times. "What?"

"You're not exactly known for being a ball of sunshine, I mean."

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

"Right, I forgot. Because you don't have to worry about a good reputation like the rest of us," you murmur.

He narrows his eyes at you. "And what do you mean by that?"

"Everyone loves you. Nobody would ever write an article about your bad attitude because frankly, your ever-growing fanbase could care less." You refer to Xiao's immense fame, both in Liyue and the rest of Teyvat. There was no discussing figure skating without discussing Xiao, because simply put, he was the best anyone had ever seen.

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

Wow. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

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

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

...

It's only 7:49 AM, but you're done. Wiped out. Dead. Deceased.

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

You fall.

Get over yourself.

Whatever, salchows were never your favorite anyway.

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

You fall again.

You haven't won a thing in two years.

Nope. No way. Xiao's words will not be getting to you. No matter how much you used to idolize him.

Triple flip time. Flips are your favorite, so this has to work.

It in fact, does not work.

You're irrelevant.

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

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

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

You slam into the boards.

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

"Y/N L/N? Is that you?"

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

"Oh...hi?" Shit, what was his name again? Something with a C? Ummm—

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

"Chongyun! Of course I remember you, you were one of my favorite skaters on junior!" you exclaim.

Hearing this, his pale skin turns a deep red. "M-me? Really? But you're like, one of the best skaters to ever exist..."

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

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

Xiao can.

The mention of triple axels and quads makes you flinch.

"Sorry...did I say too much?" he lowers his head.

"No, of course not! It's just..." you don't finish.

"What is it?"

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

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

You smile. "Thanks Chongyun. I'll definitely try my best."

After all, what else could you do?

[levelofyoureye]

First up is the triple flip-double axel sequence. Regulus turns into it with ease, tapping his right foot on the ice and drawing himself up into as tight of an air position as he can manage. He lands the jump without difficulty, then steps onto his left foot and kicks up right into a double axel. Yet again, he comes down with ease, and as the applause from the crowd picks up he uses it as motivation. That was nothing, he thinks as he takes his crossovers down the ice. Now, it’s just the triple lutz. One more jump, and you’re set. One more jump. One more jump, and it’s the one he’s landed the least in practice. One more jump, and his success rate is still barely above sixty percent. One more jump, and if he falls, his mother will be furious. Lucius will blame it on him nearly killing himself in the short program yesterday, and Regulus won’t be able to deny it. One more jump, and it’s a clean skate.

chapter 30 of my james potter hockey player/regulus black figure skater AU is up now, we're so back y'all! sorry i fell off the face of the earth for a bit–hope you guys accept this as an apology 🫂

[bigurotpo]

HEY UPDATE AU time! If you guys remember the other half's redesigns with Aevis, Aero, A̟̤̖̗͈̦͔̮̰͎̰͐̒̇ͩ͋̃̾̇͗ͩ̌̽̿̎̂̕N͚̘̖̻̓́A̟̤̖̗͈̦͔̮͐̒̇ͩ͋̃̾̇̕ and Aevia. I kinda gave them a color scheme of Black and White which I kinda didn't think of at first but here's a explanation for them now it's kind of like the Scarlet & Violet uniforms with White symbolizing a more focus on the terms of Truth focusing on studies involving understanding of Pokémon & Human connection with a primary focus on human understanding and needs while Black symbolized Ideal and focuses on Human relations, functions and Pokémon battling and sciences and then there's Gray or Whole that by the word itself "whole" it is a blend of the two which both Axel and Aero are a part of.

• White/Truth: Aevia, Ariana & Crescent.

• Gray/Whole: Axel & Aero.

• Black/Ideal: Alain, A̟̤̖̗͈̦͔̮̰͎̰͐̒̇ͩ͋̃̾̇͗ͩ̌̽̿̎̂̕N͚̘̖̻̓́A̟̤̖̗͈̦͔̮͐̒̇ͩ͋̃̾̇̕ & Aevis.

DESIGNs: Aight I didn't change much to the rest other than Axel cause I kinda just felt like it so here ya go dreadlocks and all with sharky teeth cause gremlin other than that the wide pants, new triple layered upper wear, goggles and the unseeable rings hanging from the strings of his jacket I gave him two golden bracelets one for each wrists and for a keystone and crystal whilst also being a callback to unbound and bound Hoopa's rings. Tell me if you hate the dreads it's okay.

Alain... How do I get into them cause the only thing I changed or added are the straps all over their body and the wraps around their chest while also giving them more of a shao lin monk type of foot wear or something I was kinda spaced out when fully designing all of them here and you can probably see it anways fun fact I was actually watching a ABD vid on DB and just thought to myself "Hm... Monkey...Monkeee- MONK!" so yeah here's a Shaolin practitioner Alain.

Okay the happy and peppy gal herself Ariana like I said whilst explaining Alain I just started to blank out designing them after Axel but I didn't need to redesign Ariana cause her design's already good. Now all I did was add a strap on her to keep balls and a dex and gave her knee pads and took away her shoes and somewhat matched it with Axel's with the circle brand.

The best girl Crescent who we don't even know the actual name of as far as I remember I again kept her as she is cause she is perfect and I was blanking out and couldn't really think of a design other than making her mirror Aevia' with a sun hat and except of just a skirt I would've gave her a dress with some flowers in the whole design but I was just blanking out so you guys tell me if I should go back and make it and probably remake Axel's if ya don't like it.

Also I have not done the IDs yet cause I needed to finish this as to finalize the designs and draw them BYE!!!

[yunamedkostobot]

Jacegan week day 5: Modern

Figure skating AU, retired skaters, coach/choreographer, skater!Aegon III

«I just can’t do it with those judges!» - Jace tiredly groans, as he enters the hotel room in the hotel after the whole day of nuisance his first Westeros championship as the coach. If he had more strength he would already punch something, but even after the shower, which should have refreshed him, he feels totally numb and wearily lands himself on the coach near Cregan. The latter sighs. «There were 80 points in the last competition, and 76 when we were at the Kiss’nd Cry with Egg, and why is it 75 points now?»

Cregan rolls his eyes. 

«A point can be taken from the skater if he overreaches the time limit.»

«And if his coaches would demand it». Jace adds and leans to Cregan who is holding the telephone now. «Has the Skatingscores uploaded for now?»

There is nothing left for Cregan than to allow Jace to lean on his shoulder and allow him to watch the protocols. 

«He got «q» on the sequence and a vague edge on the flip» Jace constants. «But given his age and the growth spurt he is going through now, it’s pretty normal».

Cregan hums. 

«And he still has the current second place». Jacaerys says with the smile.

«Wasn’t you fuming with rage two minutes ago?» Cregan returns him the smile and hugs him from the back. 

«Well, I made the program for him!» — Jace suddenly exclaims and then looks like he is deflated.  «As for me, I am actually offended to see his step sequence I made and we’ve been practicing for a month to get to the third level.» he mumbles. «Not to mention my nephew’s choreographer never bothered to cut the music for SP normally, and not like, you know, cutting meat».

Here, Cregan barely holds himself from laughing. It sounds really funny about Criston Cole, whose last creation as choreographer was «Sweeney Todd» SP. And like a lot of his programs, since the idea was not given by the skater, it turned out to be not really good.

«It’s still current second place». Cregan says. «And if he would not risk tomorrow with quads, he will get to the Youth Olympics.»

«Yes, I know that one quad and two triple axels will get him a youth Oly’s ticket. But since the last Junior World Champ we had nearly lost our national team three spots…» here Jace stops and allows himself to fall onto the bed. Cregan follows him a second later. 

«You better sleep now.» he says and plants a kiss on Jace’s forehead. The latter groans tiredly.

«And you will scroll the news and blogs here?» he replies. 

«Well, given, who of us is more prone to emotional outbursts…» Cregan says in a semi-academic tone and Jace laughs.

«Sometimes you seem to forget who is his coach.» he says.

«And you forget that you are his choreographer and not his mother».

«Why are you insulting me in such a way?» Jace falsely groans and Cregan finally bursts into laughter.

Given his eyes' expressions, he definitely had it coming.

While still being the active skater — first as single, than, when he had been struck by growth spurt, as pair skater with Arra and than with Aly — Cregan actually had the time to think about his retirement from competitive skating. He thought about studying, and later, when he and Aly won their first senior Worlds, about skating in shows.

But he never imagined — even in his wildest dreams — that he will work as the coach. And that  he will actually marry the boy he once met at the summer camp. And that they will have their coaching team.

But the fact it’s unexpected doesn’t means it’s felt undeserved.

***

Some info about this au though:

It takes place in our world, though a bit alternative(no teamTut melodrama and so on). Westeros charactres represent Great Britain.

Jacaerys comes from the skating family: his mother once won two junior worlds and YouthOlys, but retired after two senior seasons after leg trauma and decided to become a choreographer and have a family of her own. His uncles are also competitive skaters but they(except Daeron) are not really loved by GBfed(Aegon due to his alcoholism and him scandsals following it(from drinking at summer camp as junior up to driving cars while being drunk), Aemond due to his anger control problems and offending vice presindent of NISA in one intreview).

Cregan started to skate later than the most of his peers, albeit managed to learn all of the triples by the time he was 13. When his growth period spurt he believed he will go through it and will be able to do 3A and quads and found major inspiration in Elvis Stojko(Lillehammer 1994 and Nagano 1998 silver medalist, who also was 1,8 metres tall). However, he failed to do it and switched to pairs(first with Arra, after his retirement with Aly Blackwood).

Cregan and Jace actually met eachother at Mishin's summer camps when Jace was getting ready to his senior debut, and started to like eachother very fast.

Albeit they did not realised they love eachother up to the next Olys.

However it did not stopped their shippers and #jacegan community was one of the hottest since #yuzuvier one cause of amount of content they were getting. Somebody of non-shipping people even complined of toxicity poisoning the community that normal, close, respective relationship should seem romantic.

Yeah, it was totally platonic for two men to create a Exhibiton program "Die shatten werden lenger" and to star Rudolf and Der Tod in it. Or make another EX Wildhorn's "Rudolf" and star as Rudolf and Taafe.

Cregan and Aly often used not really popular music for their programs. One day they used Aoife O'Daire's cover on "Lutien's lullaby" for their short program with Cregan as Morgoth and Aly as Luthien.

Jace, meanwhile absolutely loves musicals, especially Norwegian and French. His programs at season "......": "One night in Bangkok"(SP) and "Je dors sui roses/Comedie-targedie/Place je pass" had actuallu blown the Youtube.

Both of them know about fanfiction about them and read it sometimes. However, Jace do not understnad, why are they writing so much porn about them, giving the fact that afer the competitions they are so tired that fall on the bed sleeping in process.

This thing hardly changes even after they retire and became a coach and choreograhpher respectively. In fact, the only time they can go intimate is their vacation.

[malinowaj]

i knew it would happen and as if on cue, as soon as the season is properly starting my brain goes "so hey what about a wilmon figure skating AU". i hate my brain. hoping that throwing this into the void will make me forget about it. (and not expand the sort of plot i spent an hour thinking about. i need to stop with sports AUs.)

Simon is running late. His shift at the coffee shop had run over due to the torrential downpour that made his coworker come in late. Meaning Simon had missed the first bus to the rink and as he jogged towards the door, dodging the growing puddles, he was starting to feel irritated. He had the last slot of the day, the sorry-but-there-really-isn’t-any-other-time-available-for-you slot, even though Simon knew very well the two slots before his were never booked. The last slot, which meant that if he wanted to do any sort of cooldown, he’d need to cut his ice time short before the alarms went on. So, now he was going to miss valuable ice time even more than normally.

He threw his bag on the dressing room bench and hastily pulled on his running shoes and the hoodie that was a little too warm to wear to work but perfect at the cold rink. Running up and down the hallway he warmed up his muscles as best as he could. His coach would kill him if he skipped a thorough warmup and Simon had been skating long enough to know he’d only hurt himself if he didn’t do things properly. 

Eventually he made his way back to the dressing room to pick up his skates and pushed the door leading to the ice open. What he did not expect was to hear music. The slot before his was never booked. Never. And besides, this was his slot already; even if he was a bit - or a lot - late it didn’t mean someone could just hijack the ice time he’d paid for. 

As the last notes of Masquerade Waltz faded into silence he could hear the familiar sound of someone skidding to a halt on the ice. The last slot meant Simon never got pristine ice to skate on, so did this person really have to send the chips of ice flying around, making it even rougher for him. Simon gritted his teeth as he marched towards the bench.

As he reached the bench he spotted the person on the ice. Of course. Of fucking course. As if the week hadn’t been terrible enough already. As if he hadn’t had to tolerate the man for hours already. He sat down on the bench and kicked off his running shoes all the while watching Wilhelm pick up speed and launch himself in the air. Simon gritted his teeth even harder when Wilhelm landed a little ungracefully, the marks of his jump clearly visible on the ice. For someone who’d never need it, Wilhelm did have a surprisingly good triple axel, Simon found himself musing as he laced up his boots. 

Pulling the laces tight and tucking them to make sure they wouldn’t come loose while he skated, Simon watched as Wilhelm skated to the other end of the rink and started the step sequence. He stumbled a little on his second rocker, falling a beat behind as the music continued to blare from the small loudspeaker. Simon’s music, he only now realized. Wilhelm was skating his program. His choreography. The audacity of the other man made anger surge through Simon. 

Simon threw the blade covers on the bench and yanked the door open. He’ll show Wilhelm how to skate that step sequence. He’ll make Wilhelm regret trying to copy Simon’s movements.

[supermarine-silvally]

ice skater/ice hockey player au for portada (maybe)?

HELL YESSS I love the way your mind works, anon!

Hockey Player!Ace x Figure Skater!Yara

They both got into their sport because of their fathers. Gol D. Roger is an absolutely legendary hockey player and Mihawk is a multiple-award-winning world champion figure skater, who has won both in the men’s singles category and the ice dancing category alongside his partner Shimotsuki Akiko (Akiko herself was also a great figure skater but her career never gained the kind of international acclaim Mihawk’s did)

Ace uses his mother’s surname Portgas because he wants to make his own career without being tied to his father’s legacy. Rouge in this AU is alive and owns a nice little flower shop. Roger, now retired, helps her run it. (He gets a lot of “Hey, aren’t you--” to which he quickly cuts in “Ahaha I have no idea what you’re talking about :) I am just a humble flower merchant!”)

Ace started out on the same team as his sworn brothers Sabo and Luffy, but was drafted onto the Whitebeards, coached by Edward Newgate, a legendary player and old rival of Roger’s who had his eye on Ace ever since Ace’s rookie years coming up through the junior leagues. Marco is the current captain. 

Mihawk is now retired and is dedicated to training Yara. He and Akiko were married for a very brief period of time, but are now divorced. Despite this, they are on friendly terms and still make a good team when it comes to raising their daughter.

Yara (who still uses her birthname Dracule Yara in this AU) is quite popular, especially with people eager to see her continue her father’s legacy. She tends to receive a lot of gifts thrown onto the ice during every competition, and one of the things she always gets is a bouquet of hibiscus flowers. There is never any name attached to them but they’ve clearly been professionally-arranged and often come with a nice little typed-out note giving her really sweet compliments. They always make her heart melt a little bit every time she reads them and she really, really wants to know who is responsible (especially since hibiscus flowers are her favourite, which she vaguely recalls mentioning in an interview once at the start of her career before she gained any real fame). 

Now for the Portada. Yara and Ace train at the same rink, but rarely interact at first. Ace often watches her work through her routines before his own practice. His brothers and teammates like to tease him about the massive crush he obviously has on her and have tried to goad him into approaching her, but he chickens out every time because he just gets so flustered. He can be so smooth and cool when it comes to talking to women at a meet-and-greet or publicity event but when it comes to Yara, he totally falls apart. He’s a world-famous super rookie, but his crush turns him into an awkward teenage boy again. 

One day during training, Yara pushes herself a little too hard and over-rotates while trying to do a triple axel. She twists her ankle badly and has to go to the hospital. While there, she receives plenty of gifts and well-wishes from fans, as well as more hibiscus bouquets.

After the doctors clear her to return to the ice, Yara gets a little frustrated with herself as she is a bit out of practice and struggling to complete routines that once came to her so easily. Ace comes in early and sees her sitting in the middle of the rink, fighting back tears. All his shyness falls away as he skates over to her, offering her a hand and a shoulder to cry on as she admits that she feels like she’ll never skate like she used to again. Ace does his best to reassure her that she’ll be back to her old self in no time, and guides her through doing some basic warmups before he has to leave to attend his own practice, but not before promising her that he’ll come early every single day until she’s skating like she once did.

He makes good on his word and slowly helps her build her confidence back, skating with her and encouraging her when she starts to doubt herself. The two develop a friendship and bond over their time on the ice together, and occasionally even spend time together outside of the rink, too. (As friends do, when they want to be around each other while simultaneously fighting off their feelings for one another). When Yara wins her first competition since her injury, Ace congratulates her in person while Yara also receives another hibiscus bouquet with the most heartfelt, sweet note attached.

A month or so later, Yara decides to get Akiko some flowers for her birthday. She remembers Ace mentioning that his mom is a florist so she makes it a point to stop by Rouge’s shop. While there, she begins to notice something odd: there are hibiscus flowers everywhere, much like the ones in the anonymous bouquets she has been receiving for years now. She quickly puts two and two together and decides to confront Ace about it the next time she sees him at the rink. 

Ace confesses that he’s been in love with Yara since the first moment he ever saw her skate, but he was too nervous to talk to her, hence why he felt he could only express his feelings through anonymous bouquets (when he wasn’t available, he would get Luffy or Sabo or even Rouge to throw them onto the ice on his behalf). Yara is stunned to know that this hotshot young rookie had been admiring her from afar all this time. She always thought Ace was cute, too, but his public persona was just so flirty and silly that she had no idea he was this serious about anyone, least of all her. Sheepishly, Ace asks her out, which Yara accepts. As one date turns into two, three, four, etc. they decide to keep their relationship private. Only their close friends and family know.  

The Stanley Cup playoffs start for this year, and the Whitebeards make it all the way through to the final round. They are tied three games to three with their rival team, and the score has sat at 2-2 throughout the game when Ace scores the winning goal. He celebrates with his teammates for a second before skating over to Yara, dropping his helmet on the ice as he leans over the door to the ice and kisses her while the crowd goes wild. (Their moment of passion doesn’t end there, but continues in Ace’s hotel room all night long). 

Word quickly spreads through social media that hockey star Portgas D. Ace is dating figure skating legend Dracule Yara. Two years later, when the Whitebeads win the Stanley Cup for the third year in a row, Ace ends the game by scoring the winning goal yet again, then skates over to Yara and gets down on one knee. A very shocked, but very delighted Yara says yes.

Ten years later, Ace and Yara are both retired, and proudly watch from the stands with the rest of their kids as their son Shiro wins his very first figure skating competition.

[corner-stories]

a certain edge

Annie Leonhardt. Armin Arlert. Triple Axels. Shit-Eating Falls. Pieck Being Pieck. Figure Skating AU. 1478 words. (ao3.)

Being an athlete nowadays requires a certain level of media presence, usually in the form of an online following. Admittedly, this is something Annie is quite unprepared for, as most of her training involves spinning around on knife shoes and not maintaining a sizable Instagram following. But in this instance she’s fortunate to have her rinkmates by her side, people who understand her plight and are willing to help. 

So a few weeks before the start of the season, when the first Junior Grand Prix assignments are looming over every skater like a mountain to be climbed, Annie is working on her social media presence, of all things. But at least she can see the purpose of such a thing, as posting a preview of her free skate is both an opportunity to drum up hype for the upcoming competitions and show off one of her shiny new jumps. 

Of all the other female singles skaters in the rink, Annie had always found herself lacking a certain edge — a little bit of sauce, a dash of spice, something that could differentiate her from the others. But from now on history can say that while Historia has the quads and Hitch has the stage presence, Annie is the one with the triple axel. Hopefully that in itself will not just push her up from third or fourth place, but to the top of the podium itself. 

Though realistically she might be relegated to second, as Annie doesn’t think Historia will be losing her “Quad Goddess” status any time soon.

With Armin playing the part of cinematographer and Pieck playing the part of DJ, Annie glides across the rink with the grace of a wayward snow spirit looking for its soul. The music of her free skate plays into every corner of the venue, the chaotic melodies of Rachmaninoff imbuing the air as she moves from element to element. She weaves through a step sequence with a kind of deathly precision, as if the blades of her skates are cutting deeper and deeper into the ice. 

Her mind is focused on her skating, but in the corner of her eye Annie can see Armin being the best boyfriend in the rink — as with his smartphone in hand he follows her every movement, making sure to keep her in frame as he records the routine. Additionally, she is able to spot Pieck near the rink stereo, only briefly noticing the look of wonder in the pairs skater’s eyes. 

Annie keeps moving forward. To have a triple axel, especially at her age, is a blessing from the skating gods — let alone one that feels like her other jumps. All the hours that Zeke spent aiding her with a harness had amounted to something. So with a deep breath Annie does a mighty leap and leaves the ice, the three-and-a-half rotations soon fading into a blur, and before she knows it she’s landed on her right leg and is gliding backwards, having completed a successful, competently rotated jump. 

Annie sees the proud smile on Armin’s face as she goes to the end of her routine. The sound of Pieck cheering from the booth mixes with the music as well. 

The choreo sequence is usually where Annie can let go, even just slightly. Her usual iciness fades for a moment, allowing her to breathe and let herself be enchanted by the melodies. Rachmaninoff’s second piano concerto continues to play as she dances like a madwoman in the attic. 

But perhaps Annie takes things a bit too far. She’s not sure exactly how it happens, but as she moves her toepick digs into the ice at the wrong place and wrong time, then before she knows it she’s been thrown off balance and is falling forward. 

Annie’s years of skating have attuned her to tripping, so thankfully she is able to take her tumble without hitting anything important. The process is messy and for a moment she feels the front of her torso touching the ice, but as long as it’s not her head she’s up almost as quickly as she fell. She doesn’t see their reactions, but she can already imagine the look of shock on Armin’s face and the look of amusement in Pieck’s. 

Sucking in a breath, Annie hops into her final element — a camel spin, then a smooth transition into a biellmann and a sit. In the final bars of the concerto she stands straight and pulls her arms to her chest, twirling faster than she ever has in her routine. Then when the music stops Annie faces one side of the rink and gets into her final pose, a sudden pastiche of the way a Renaissance painting’s subject would be positioned. 

Only a few seconds pass before Annie hears Pieck clapping. She catches her breath and looks to Armin, who stops recording to put his phone down and do the same. Despite reliving the very fresh memories of eating shit on the ice, Annie takes in faint praise as she stands up straight. She dusts the extra snow off her training clothes as she approaches Armin.

“Brava! Brava!” Pieck lauds from her spot. “Nine and three-quarters out of ten!” She sits in her chair with her legs crossed, holding herself with the confidence of someone who knows that if Annie actually wanted to slaughter her, then she would have done it long ago. 

So instead Annie shoots Pieck a glare, but takes no further action. She focuses on Armin instead, and in a familiar routine he holds up his phone and shows her the footage of her free skate. He cuts to the chase and fast forwards to the triple axel, the thing that she actually set out to record, and Annie is utterly relieved to see that she managed to keep her left skate off the ice during her landing.

“Looks great,” Armin tells her, though Annie doesn’t believe him at first.

In her years of skating she’s used to people just saying that and not meaning it, empty words only ever meant to fill time. But when she looks over and meets Armin’s kindly gaze, there’s just something about his earnest, boyish charm that makes her believe what he says. 

He puts a hand on her shoulder and pulls her towards him, quickly pressing an affectionate kiss on her temple. The notion helps solidify his words, assuring her that he means every part. 

“And don’t worry,” he tells her. “We can cut just before that one part.”  

“Wait! Wait! I wanna see!” Pieck calls from her seat, looking about to stand up and shuffle over, dirty sneakers and all.

The two blondes heed to her request, not just because they both needed a break but also because Shadis promised to start cracking skulls if people kept stepping on the ice with street shoes. 

The three end up sitting on a nearby bench, Armin in the middle as Pieck and Annie sit on both sides of him. Annie takes a much-needed drink of water as she and her rinkmates go over the video again, this time from the start. She’s used to seeing footage of her routines, as recording and critiquing herself is common during practice, but to do so without her coach feels just a bit foreign. As she watches one of her combinations — the triple flip, euler, and triple salchow — she’s already imagining all the ways Zeke will tell her that she did something wrong. 

To be in the presence of people who are genuinely enthralled by her skating, regardless of the points she can earn, feels different. So much so that she wonders if she should get used to it. 

When the ladies and Armin finish watching the free skate, shit-eating fall and all, Annie looks over to see a mischievous smile creeping onto Pieck’s face.

“Hold up, lemme just…” the pairs skater starts. The devilish way she reaches for Armin’s phone makes Annie really wish Porco was present, as Pieck’s chaotic energy tends to be more tempered with her partner around. 

She can already anticipate what’s happening, so when Pieck scrubs through every frame of the video to find the perfect image of Annie face-planting on the ice, the delighted cackle erupting from her lips feels very typical. Even Armin manages to laugh at the image, at the way her limbs are awkwardly spread out to soften the blow.

And to think that the girl going splat on the ice is the first woman at their rink to land a triple axel.

It’s very fortunate that Annie finds the humor in it as well. In her career as a skater, her movements had often been compared to a lion, swan, or a snake. But now she can say that she truly embodied the energy, charisma, and the raw artistry of a bug on a windshield. 

[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.

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

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

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