Ship: Jean-Jacques Leroy/Isabella Yang Fandom: Yuri on Ice Major Tags: None. Other Tags: Isabella is a snowboarder at the X Games for REASONS Word Count: 442
...i didn't know this song was from Uta no Prince-sama until after I'd already written the fill, so I thought it was just a really cute sappy love song.... Otherwise I totally would have written you the idol AU you were probably expecting, haha.
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JJ watched the giant screen over the course with bated breath. She was going to turn the corner now, any moment. Her time was already seconds ahead of every other snowboarder in the competition, and if she kept up this pace, she wasn't just going to win—she was going to break records.
Suddenly a dark figure appeared on the far left corner of the screen, speeding across the snow and ice like she was born to do it. Her hair streamed behind her helmet as she crouched and rode the jumps, getting the perfect amount of air without losing time. If he turned to look up the hill, he could see her, a black speck getting larger and larger as she raced. There were only a couple jumps and three turns left. She'd done it. She'd done it.
She was so goddamn beautiful like this that JJ almost couldn't believe this wasn't a dream. She was fast and powerful, tearing down the slope with just as much grace as he brought to the rink. He had no idea how people could call snowboarding an ugly sport—had they seen Isabella Yang?
When Isabella careened around the last turn and flew past the checkered finish line, JJ was there waiting for her.
"Did I beat the record?" she asked breathlessly, pushing her goggles up onto her helmet. Her cheeks were rosy from the racing and the cold, and her hair hair had a tousled, flyaway look that had him reaching out to run his hand through her bangs.
"Hell yeah, babe. You destroyed that record." He gestured up at the scoreboard. "I guess that's another medal for the trophy case, eh?"
"Hm. Looks like I'm still winning there, too," she teased, scooting forward on the board so that she could wrap her arms around JJ's waist. "What's my medal count at now, fifteen?"
"Seventeen, if you count stuff from juniors."
"But we don't count stuff from juniors," Isabella grinned. "Which means you're still at thirteen, bud."
"That's too bad," JJ laughed. He pulled Isabella's helmet away from her head and dropped it onto the snow. "You're one of the only people I don't mind losing to."
And with that, he leaned forward and kissed her, bringing his gloved hand up to cup the back of her neck. They kissed in tandem. Her lips were chapped from the cold, and snow was sticking to their hair, and there was reporter waiting impatiently a few feet away to get Isabella's post-race interview, but JJ couldn't bring himself to care. By some crazy twist of fate, Isabella was his, and he couldn't be more grateful.
FILL: Team Daisuga, G
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: Isabella is a snowboarder at the X Games for REASONS
Word Count: 442
...i didn't know this song was from Uta no Prince-sama until after I'd already written the fill, so I thought it was just a really cute sappy love song.... Otherwise I totally would have written you the idol AU you were probably expecting, haha.
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JJ watched the giant screen over the course with bated breath. She was going to turn the corner now, any moment. Her time was already seconds ahead of every other snowboarder in the competition, and if she kept up this pace, she wasn't just going to win—she was going to break records.
Suddenly a dark figure appeared on the far left corner of the screen, speeding across the snow and ice like she was born to do it. Her hair streamed behind her helmet as she crouched and rode the jumps, getting the perfect amount of air without losing time. If he turned to look up the hill, he could see her, a black speck getting larger and larger as she raced. There were only a couple jumps and three turns left. She'd done it. She'd done it.
She was so goddamn beautiful like this that JJ almost couldn't believe this wasn't a dream. She was fast and powerful, tearing down the slope with just as much grace as he brought to the rink. He had no idea how people could call snowboarding an ugly sport—had they seen Isabella Yang?
When Isabella careened around the last turn and flew past the checkered finish line, JJ was there waiting for her.
"Did I beat the record?" she asked breathlessly, pushing her goggles up onto her helmet. Her cheeks were rosy from the racing and the cold, and her hair hair had a tousled, flyaway look that had him reaching out to run his hand through her bangs.
"Hell yeah, babe. You destroyed that record." He gestured up at the scoreboard. "I guess that's another medal for the trophy case, eh?"
"Hm. Looks like I'm still winning there, too," she teased, scooting forward on the board so that she could wrap her arms around JJ's waist. "What's my medal count at now, fifteen?"
"Seventeen, if you count stuff from juniors."
"But we don't count stuff from juniors," Isabella grinned. "Which means you're still at thirteen, bud."
"That's too bad," JJ laughed. He pulled Isabella's helmet away from her head and dropped it onto the snow. "You're one of the only people I don't mind losing to."
And with that, he leaned forward and kissed her, bringing his gloved hand up to cup the back of her neck. They kissed in tandem. Her lips were chapped from the cold, and snow was sticking to their hair, and there was reporter waiting impatiently a few feet away to get Isabella's post-race interview, but JJ couldn't bring himself to care. By some crazy twist of fate, Isabella was his, and he couldn't be more grateful.