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youssefguedira · 9 months

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have a little more fencing world champion joe. because it's worlds again and olympics soonish. enjoy

The clock on the nightstand changes from 01:36 to 01:37, and Joe sighs, rolling over to stare up at the ceiling. Nicky, beside him, shifts in his sleep but doesn't wake.

Joe, however, has been awake since at least 12:08, and feels far too restless to sleep. It's almost certainly jet lag: they're in Chicago for a little while, visiting Nile and her family, and largely trying to enjoy the last little bit of free time they have left until training begins again in earnest. Of course, Joe's kit bag is lying open at the foot of the bed, and Nicky's beside it: just because they're not formally training doesn't mean they won't need it at all.

Still, Joe can't sleep. He sighs again, and gives up on trying to do so entirely. Maybe he'll be able to find some time to rest tomorrow, though he doubts it. Nile's got a lot of things she wants to show them, and Joe would ordinarily be thrilled, if he wasn't so tired.

It'll pass, Andy told him, though she doesn't seem to have been affected by it at all. He's almost certain they'll meet her in the morning for breakfast and she'll be exactly as normal, as if they haven't just crossed multiple time zones. Even Nicky, who hadn't struggled nearly as much as Joe had, had begun to slow down some time around midday, but Andy had been fine.

He gets out of bed, careful not to wake Nicky, who's rolled onto his side facing the door. With nothing else to do, Joe makes his way to the little balcony attached to their room, picking up his phone from the nightstand on the way. The sliding door squeals a little when he opens it, but when he looks over at Nicky he hasn't even moved.

While it's certainly quieter than it had been before, the city is nowhere near silent. It's beautiful, though, and Joe takes a picture to send to his sister.

She texts him back immediately. Pretty, but isn't it like the middle of the night for you?

1 am, Joe responds. Jet lag.

His phone lights up with a call then, but not from Amira. He reads the contact name and answers, heart in his throat.

Oof, is Amira's response.

He almost drops his phone when he realises what they're calling him for.

By the time they hang up, his hands are shaking: he stays like that, phone still pressed to his ear even after the call has ended, for at least a few minutes.

Finally, at a loss for what else to do, he lowers his phone and goes back inside. Sits down on the edge of the bed.

The movement is just enough to wake Nicky, who blinks a few times before sliding into awareness all at once, the way he always does. He sits up, leaning against the headboard, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "Joe?" he asks, voice still slightly hoarse from sleep. He frowns when Joe doesn't answer straight away. "Is something wrong?"

"No," Joe says. Fidgets with his phone, screen now dark, still in his hands. "Uh. They want me for the Olympic team."

Nicky is silent for all of a split second before his expression breaks into a wide smile. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Joe can't keep himself from smiling now, either, as Nicky cups the back of Joe's neck with one hand, leans in to press their foreheads together. Joe closes his eyes.

"Of course they do, Joe," Nicky says then. "You're the best in the world right now. You're going to be incredible."

There are times when that doesn't quite feel real, even if it's been a while.

"You'll come with me?" Joe asks.

"Always," Nicky says. Then he pulls back and kisses Joe's cheek, his forehead, the space between his eyes, until Joe laughs.

"I love you," Nicky tells him.

They'd met fencing épée, of all things. Andy had invited the seven of them – they hadn't quite been friends yet, but Joe had known Quynh for a couple years by then, and Andy too, while Nicky had already known Nile – to train with her and Quynh for a while, and Joe couldn't possibly refuse, because Andy was both his friend and one of the best coaches in the world back then. She'd made them all switch to a weapon they didn't usually use, and Joe and Nicky had picked épée: Joe because he figured it would be easier than restricting his target area to the torso only, and Nicky because épée was far closer to foil than sabre. They'd been about evenly matched, and it had been – well, it had been fun.

Joe had left a week later with Nicky's number in his phone and a small, fluttering hope in his chest. And even if they hadn't kept in touch very well those first few months, when the World Championships came around, and Joe had qualified for the second time, Nicky had joined Andy to meet him at the airport, grinning widely when he caught sight of him.

The rest, as they say, is history.

"I love you too," Joe says.

"You want to tell the others?" Nicky asks.

Joe looks at him for a moment. Looks at the clock. "It's 1 am, Nicky. Andy will kill us both."

Nicky snorts. "In the morning, then?"

"In the morning," Joe agrees.

Neither of them end up going back to sleep until 4 am, and they're both exhausted at breakfast the next morning, but. It's worth it.

#neon writes #fencing au #(but like. professional)#the old guard #kaysanova #userlyde #userlinax #do i know what this is? nah. but i was thinking about then #*them #nicky also goes to the olympics btw. he finds out the night after #nile (who is lucky enough to be in the right timezone) also qualifies etc etc. my backstory for her is winning us collegiate and then #she also wins gold for women's individual and silver in team foil in the 2022 worlds. assuming this takes place in the real world #i think nicky has already been to one olympics (his backstory is basically the same as his regular fencing au backstory except he actually #goes to the olympics fairly young as opposed to dropping out for injury.#i think andy coaches for paris. this is also like her regular fencing au backstory #somewhere between cairo (2022) and paris (2024) she gets bored of competition and just coaches full time (for nile i think)#she and quynh ARE married but she doesn't coach quynh because otherwise they argue abt it. famously. work life balance and all that #anyway. that's your Infodump for today. i Do however think about them constantly so #gritting my teeth. maybe épée is ok and valid and has a purpose SOMETIMEZ #*sometimes. didn't mean to spell that with a z but oh well

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pinkgrapefloyd · 9 months

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memes for my lawrusso fencing au :D

#lawrusso #cobra kai #karate kid #ao3 #pinkgrapefloyd #fencing au #tdims #this story is so self indulgent and im so in love with how it turned out #more memes to come!#in honor of the barbie movie have this barbie meme. three musketeers is top tier movie btw! go watch it!

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whatevenisavalidname · 1 year

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Gift for @magicandstories

Daminette meeting through fencing. Hope you like the art work!

My submission for the HBM gift swap! Definitely didn’t procrastinate doing this until the very last second…

#damian wayne #marinette dupain cheng #my art #fencing #fencing AU #daminette

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neocelticavalon · 4 months

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Shoujo Kakumei April

My fav homegurl wearing utena's seifuku style, tweaked the seifuku design a bit 💕💗💕💛💛💛💛

First doodle on January 2024!🌻 and thank you for 400 followers!!💕💛🌻

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spoopy-nevermore-dump · 1 year

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Ok this is messy but

Fencing au (yes based off of Flynn's doodle)

Lenore and Prospero being dueling buddies with a few classes together

Prospero and Annabel also share a few classes (Lenore and Annabel don't share any, just a study hall where they are in completely different places) and they're also in a study group together

Lenore and Prospero share a chem class freshman year and become lab partners for the year

One day they finish a lab early and are just talking and Prospero goes "y'know, you seem like a girl crazy enough to do fencing" so they both end up going to a class together outside of school and as it turns out, Lenore is really good at fencing

So they become fencing buddies

Annabel knows Prospero has a dueling buddy but doesn't know anything about them

Cut to a couple years later so they're in college now (yes they were both friends with Prospero they just didn't cross paths for years)

(Also Lenore and Prospero are aware of each other's fruitiness)

So Prospero and Annabel are studying right before Prospero has to leave for a competition

Near the end, the door opens and it's prosperous fencing buddy in full gear asking if he's ready to go

Annabel ends up heading over to the competition to watch Prospero (they carpool)

Now, Annabel knows a lot about Lenore from the stories Prospero has told her, but she doesn't know what she looks like until the competition

She's watching Prospero finish off his matches when she hears a really loud group (yes it's the misfit militia) cheering for someone over at the girls division

She heads over to see the final match in the girls division and watches them

Finally the match ends with Prospero's dueling buddy declared the winner and Lenore takes her mask off

Now Annabel at this point hasn't seen Lenore's face so when the mask comes off she's going oh no she's hot oh she's hot she's hot she's hot she's-

Prospero ends up in the top 3 in his division and Lenore wins first in hers

Annabel and Prospero are heading out to leave but Prospero stops to congratulate Lenore and say hi to her friends and this is where they finally fucking meet after like 6 years of knowing about each other's existence and Annabel gets a good look at Lenore

Prospero and Annabel leave the competition and Annabel is thinking about Lenore the entire way back (Lenore is too busy celebrating with the misfit militia at a karaoke bar to think about the pretty girl too much)

Annabel: *can't sleep too busy thinking about Lenore*

Lenore: oh yeah she was nice :D anyways who's up for another song-

After the competition when Annabel gets home she looks up fencing and does some research until she falls asleep

A week or so later she asks Prospero if she can come in and visit the fencing club (btw Lenore and Prospero wer win classes during high school and join or start a club in college) so she tags along and gets to watch Lenore them duel up close so she can really see what's going on

Eventually someone in the club (probably Morella) (oh btw Morella and Ada are in the club) asks Annabel if she wants to try

A little bit of convincing later and Annabel ends up in some gear and Morella and Lenore are teaching Annabel some basics

some lennabel tension because lenore is right behind Annabel with a hand on her shoulder and holding her other hand telling her how to hold the sword properly and like 30 minutes later Annabel has the basics down and they decide to put her to the test

Since Ada is also a beginner they put the two up against each other (Annabel loses like all 3 times lmao get rekt)

Small water break and she's sitting next to and talking to Lenore who's giving her some pointers and they end up sparring to top off the meeting annabel gets her ass handed to her but Lenore lets her win the final match

So Annabel ends up joining the fencing club and they become close, sometimes they go stargazing

Also Lenore is a lil dense and doesn't realize she likes Annabel for like two months but Annabel is very aware of her own feelings so she's having a gay panic everytime they spar

They continue fencing and two years later (so like end of college) they're at another competition and Lenore and Annabel are dueling for first place

They're currently at a tie they keep getting distracted by each other and are on the final match, Lenore wins (this is where the art piece comes in), they vibe at the ceremony, and on their way out, Lenore takes her up to the roof to look up at the stars and confesses

#nevermore webtoon #lenore nevermore #annabel nevermore #prospero nevermore #white raven #lennabel nevermore #this one fucking doodle has been giving me brainrot ALL morning #probably doesnt help that i started watching utena #ada being a girlboss #rooftop kiss under the stars lets goooooo #fencing au

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amokslime · 2 years

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MDZS fencing AU! They're on different teams, they fence Epee, and they're utterly insufferable because they only care about outdoing each other.

I'm physically restraining myself from writing a big info dump about fencing. Here's some AU info instead:

I'm basing everything off of the fencing environment in my country/region, just because that's what I know best. I don't have a good grasp on international fencing because I never did it. But if you do, I'd really love to hear your thoughts!

Ok, here's some general background info: Each of the sects is a different local fencing team, either at private schools (Gusu Lan, Lanling Jin, Qishan Wen) or at independent fencing clubs. (Yunmeng Jiang, Qinghe Nie) Everybody sees everybody else repeatedly at tournaments and they all live in the same city, so there's team or personal rivalries that range from friendly to vicious. Many of the characters including Wangxian are aiming for college scholarships, the national team, or even the Olympics so things can get rather fraught and intense. Of course, you've got characters like JYL who are fencing just for funsies, characters who got gatekept out of the sport by their horrible dads (JGY) as well as former champions turned refs and coaches. (LQR, YZY, NMJ)

Wei Wuxian

Affiliation: Yunmeng Sword Club

Main Weapon: Epee

Wei Wuxian started fencing in middle school, shortly after being adopted by Jiang Fengmian. JFM and YZY are both former olympic fencers who started their own fencing club. They do not get along but both refuse to yield the club to the other. This creates a chill and healthy environment for everybody involved! They also compete by proxy through WWX and JC, so that's fun.

Despite this, WWX truly loves fencing with all his heart. He's a natural talent with an intuitive grasp on fencing strategy. He tends to goof off at tournaments unless he's actively in a fencing match. This earns him a reputation as a slacker that he doesn't truly deserve. One time he spilled a bag of skittles on the floor while watching a match and they rolled all over the strip. So now LQR, who was reffing that match, permanently hates him.

He's aiming for the national team! He loves winning and wants to see how far he can go. Attempt the impossible and all that.

Lan Wangji

Affiliation: Gusu Lan Private Academy

Main weapon: Epee

LWJ has been fencing since early childhood. He's good at all three weapon types. He's one of those people you kinda despair to face off against because he's strong AND fast AND his guard is good AND his attack is good AND he parries really hard AND when you shake his hand after the match it's not even sweaty. He's aiming for the national team because it's expected of him. Being from a fencing family, it never really occurred to him to do anything else. But fencing against WWX ignites his passion for the sport (for the SPORT) and he finds himself really, really wanting the victories he used to take for granted so he can fence (with WWX) as long as possible.

Gusu Lan is a famous private school with an excellent reputation & tons of resources. So Lan Wangji is an immovable object born out of the combination of privilege, hard work, and talent.

#Sorry if their fencing gear looks goofy. It's because fencing gear is inherently goofy #the untamed #mdzs #wangxian #fencing au #i drew them both so tiny omg #*stretches LWJ's aspect ratio* there we go perfect #I'm the skittles culprit. that happened to me.#lan wangj #wei wuxian #art tag

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fatherfigurefusion · 7 months

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Ever since @probably-not-niigo and @peridots-dorito both claimed that Mafuyu would kin both Peko Pekoyama and Kagami Tsurugi, I instantly thought of an AU, where, instead of Mafuyu and Shizuku being a part of an archery club, they're both part of a fencing club and they're both in love.

But eventually, it turned into a ShizuMafuEmuKasa AU, with Tsukasa and Emu also being fencing fanatics and honorary club members. Tsukasa because he feels like a majestic and protective knight when fencing, and Emu because she thinks it's fun.

#fusion's thoughts #fusion's ships #project sekai #pjsekai #fencing au #shizuku hinomori #mafuyu asahina #tsukasa tenma #emu otori #shizumafuemukasa

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blacklight-ghoulette · 1 year

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All my brain has been able to think of this morning is just, Terzo pointing his foil and telling Copia, "en garde, bitch!"

#Fencing au #Oh no brain is fucked now #Halp #Terzo #Copia

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honeyblockm · 2 years

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let's go fencing au let's go

#my art #dream smp #umm im not tagging everyone #yens #fencing au #implied (in my head) that the person techno is fencing against is dream. which is why sapnap is running over to the other side of the strip #beeduo finished their pool round and are waiting for DE tables to come out. quacky is reffing

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youssefguedira · 1 year

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missing fencing worlds so have this (set in a slightly different version of my regular fencing au but everyone's weapons are still the same)

Joe makes it to the final.

He beats the standing world champion 13-15, after a video review called by the Hungarian team – and they'd both been holding their breath as they waited for the result, Joe's heart beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest – didn't succeed in getting the referee to award his opponent the point instead, and Joe makes it to the final. He's never made it this far before. Nobody on his team has made it this far in years. His hands are still shaking while he watches the bronze medal match, Hungary just narrowly beating Japan for the bronze.

When he checks his phone, there's a text waiting from Andy. Italy pulled silver in team. We saw the semi-final. You got this, Joe.

And from Nicky, simply: In bocca al lupo.

Joe doesn't get a chance to respond before his coach calls him over, and he turns his phone off and sets it aside.

He's not sure he fully believes what's happening – he's in a World Championships final – until he's walking back onto the piste, new sword in hand, trying to get himself back under control. He's already come incredibly far just to be here, as his coach reminds him before the match starts. All he has to do now is his best.

The first two points go to his opponent: French, currently ranked second in the world to Joe's 16th, a nice enough guy on the few occasions Joe's had to meet him. One of them is simply skill, the other is an oversight on Joe's part, and when the bout resumes Joe grits his teeth and forces himself to concentrate. It's nothing he hasn't done before in training. He can do this.

The next point is his, a neat hit to his opponent's wrist just as the other is starting to attack. Joe dodges away before his opponent's hit can land and the referee calls halt. He gets two more, then loses one, then manages another at the very end, a point that initially goes to his opponent but is turned over when Joe's coach calls for a video review and wins. She's got a sharp eye for that kind of thing. The first round ends 4-5 in Joe's favour.

The break isn't long enough for him to do more than have a quick drink and talk briefly to his coach, but when he looks over at the area where the rest of his team is watching, Nicky is there too. He's out of his kit by now, wearing a plain black hoodie and jeans instead of his team jacket. He catches Joe's eye right before the minute is up and offers him a small, reassuring smile.

(The rest of the team have never really asked about what Nicky is to Joe, and Joe's never volunteered the information, even if he's fairly sure most of them have caught on. None of them have ever showed any overt approval or disapproval – it's just something they don't discuss – but the fact that they're letting Nicky sit with them now is a show of support that makes him feel… he's not quite sure, yet, and he doesn’t have the time now to think about it.)

The start of the second round is better for him, at least, and he gets three points up in the first 30 seconds, all three just slightly too quick for his opponent to catch him in time. It's his main strength, and he knows it. But then his opponent gets one, and it breaks Joe's rhythm enough for him to lose another, and another, and another. He manages to get four in the end, but loses the round 4-6. It could be worse. It could be much worse.

"Don't lose your head, Joe," his coach tells him during the second break. "This is just another bout, understand? You can do this." He nods, once, and his coach claps him on the back. "Get out there and finish this."

Joe changes sword for the last round, so they have to re-test. His heart is racing, enough that he has to take slow, measured breaths in an attempt to settle it down. His coach is right: this is nothing he hasn't done a thousand times before. If he doesn't think about the stakes, this could be any other bout.

They're at 10 to 9 going into the last round, which is much better than Joe had ever dreamed of doing. As long as he stays he's focused, he has a chance, and that's what he thinks about as he pulls his mask on and steadies himself.

He starts by feinting an attack to the head and dropping his blade at the last second to hit his opponent's flank instead, which evens out the score, at least. The second goes to his opponent, Joe's parry coming just too late to block the attack. But then he gets the next two, and he's in the lead.

On the fourth point, they both hit: Joe's certain it's his, but the referee awards it to his opponent instead. His coach calls for a video review that doesn't change anything.

The fight goes on until they're both at 14 points in total. Whoever gets the next one will win, and Joe – Joe can do this.

He starts out fast, careful to make sure he is the one with the right of way going into the attack, and his opponent lunges but Joe steps back just enough that the sword misses and then he ripostes before his opponent can recover, and the light goes off, and the referee calls it, and the bout is over, and Joe wins.

Behind him, the rest of his team is cheering; the stands are, too, more people than he's ever fenced in front of before. He's certain he's shaking all over as he takes his mask off, as he fumbles with his bodywire and has to try three times to get the damn thing unplugged – his opponent is still standing there as if in shock – eventually his coach comes over to the piste to help him with the wire and set his sword to one side before she embraces him, saying something he can't quite make out over the roar of the stands, and then the rest of his team are surrounding him, all speaking at once, all clapping him on the back and hugging him and laughing, and he's certain there are tears in his eyes.

Then Nicky's there, too, hugging him tight and laughing. "World champion, Joe!" he half-shouts just to be heard, and Joe's half laughing, half crying as Nicky sways them both back and forth. When Nicky pulls back, he cups the back of Joe's neck, and Joe wants to kiss him so badly he aches but he can't, not here with all these people watching, with the cameras that are almost certainly still focused on him, because he won – so Nicky pulls him back in again, kisses his cheek before stepping away completely but staying close.

Then Joe has to go so they can set up the stadium for the medal ceremony, goes from the chaos of the main stadium to the quiet of the changing room, where the rest of the team congratulate him again before leaving him to take a moment to himself before the medal ceremony.

Alone, in the changing room, Joe calls his mother.

She picks up on the second ring. "Yusuf!" she cries excitedly, and Joe smiles even though she can't see it.

"Mama," he says, voice shaking just a bit. "Did you see?"

"I saw, I saw," his mother says. "I'm so proud of you, habibi."

Joe almost starts crying in earnest at that, manages to hold it back just enough to be able to speak. They don't talk for long – Joe is called back out for the medal ceremony a few minutes later – but his mother makes him promise to call again soon, when they can talk properly.

Joe does cry at the medal ceremony, unable to properly hold it in anymore, must look like a mess when the national anthem starts, manages to just about compose himself enough for the picture they take of him with his medal and his Champion du Monde certificate which he barely manages to hold still, his hands are shaking so badly. The team surrounds him again after the picture, all talking over him too quickly for him to process what they're saying, but they let him go after a little while with a promise to celebrate properly tomorrow, when the tournament ends.

He stops off at his hotel room just long enough to shower and change and check his phone (just a text from Nicky, reading We're at Andy's – see you soon.) He leaves the certificate but takes the medal with him, knows they'll all want to see it. Andy's team is on the floor above his, so it doesn't take long before he's outside the door.

Nicky is the one who lets him in before Joe's even had a chance to finish knocking, grins at him widely and tugs him inside by the hand, kicks the door shut behind him. Before Joe even has a chance to speak, Nicky presses him back against the door and kisses him the way he hadn't been able to earlier, long and slow like they've got all the time in the world, one hand cupping Joe's jaw to keep him steady, the other slipping under Joe's shirt to rest on the small of his back. Joe melts into it, looping his arms around Nicky's neck, and it feels like forever they stand there and at the same time it's barely a heartbeat before Nicky pulls back but doesn't, letting Joe rest his head on Nicky's shoulder instead. He doesn't say a word when Joe starts crying again, just strokes his hand over Joe's curls, kisses his temple and holds him tight.

"I told you you could do it, didn't I?" Nicky murmurs. "You owe me, now."

It's true – he'd bet Joe when they both arrived in Cairo that this would be his year, finally. Joe laughs, and it comes out sounding a little like a sob.

Evidently, the grace period afforded to them by the others ends then, because Nile appears in the doorway to the rest of the suite and nudges Nicky out of the way before hugging him so tight he almost can't breathe. "That was incredible, Joe!"

"Thank you, thank you," Joe says, laughing. Nicky watches them both with a soft, fond smile as Nile pulls back and leads him by the hand into the suite's sitting room where the others are waiting: Quynh and Andy in one of the armchairs, Quynh perched on the armrest with Andy's arm around her waist keeping her steady; Booker on the other with Lykon sitting in the middle of the floor. Joe takes the couch amid the excited chattering of the others, and Nicky sits down beside him, lifting his arm to let Joe curl into his side without being asked. Nile sits on Joe's other side, resting her legs against his.

"We saw the whole thing," Quynh says. "That last point was beautiful, Joe." Andy nods her agreement, and Nicky squeezes Joe's hand. Joe's grinning so wide it hurts.

"Show us the medal, then," Nile says. Joe obliges.

It's Nile's second Worlds, this year: she's the newest addition to their group, having narrowly beaten Andy for the silver medal after making it onto the US team for winning the college league. She's one of the favourites to win in women's individual foil, even above Andy, and they'll all be rooting for her tomorrow. The US team's already taken bronze in the team competition, losing against Andy's team to make it to the final. She's doing well this year.

"We knew you could do it," Lykon said. "France didn't have a chance. No offence, Book."

"None taken," Booker says good-naturedly, but immediately negates it by adding, "We'll beat you tomorrow anyway."

"Like hell you will," Lykon says. "I already beat you once, old man, I'll do it again."

"And that's tomorrow's problem," Andy announces loudly to cut off any arguments before they get going. "Tonight is for Joe, you two."

Joe loves them all so, so much. Andy produces a bottle of sparkling grape juice from the suite's minifridge, because they don't drink alcohol in the group anymore, both for Joe's sake and especially since Booker's return. She pours it out into the shitty plastic champagne flutes from the pack she'd brought with her when they arrived, anticipating this very scenario, and hands each one of them a glass.

"To the new world champion, then," she says then, smiling as she lifts her glass. "We're proud of you, Joe."

Joe doesn't trust himself to speak, so he just smiles as the rest of them echo her before they drink. After, Nicky kisses the top of his head, whispers, "I love you," quiet enough that the others can't quite hear, already bickering about one thing or another, and in that moment Joe is the happiest he's ever been.

#neon writes #fencing au #But Slightly Different This Time #this one may be fencing words heavy because i forget what is obvious and what is not oops #in terms of teams / other stuff:#tunisia does have a fencing team but they didn't get super far this year (cairo). i do what i want though #italy men's foil i think won the team competition this year. but again i edited things slightly #quynh wins gold in individual and team women's sabre #lykon and booker win gold and silver in individual épée respectively #i have more thoughts ive just forgotten them #userlinax #userlyde #the old guard #kaysanova #forgot to use main tags. im a fool

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