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[highfivingoscarwilde]

Rainbow Diffraction Spike

*crashes into the leoji tag 9 months late* HEY WHAT’S UP (this is @guccimetti over at cer writing blog)

for leoji week 2 day 2: first meeting

word count: ~385

summary: Leo and Guang Hong meet at a rink in the summer of 2012 and form an instant connection (and watch all three High School Musicals in one day).

read on AO3 or ff.net

anyway, this little bite sized thing (it’s been so long since i’ve written something under ~1k!!!!) started as an idea i got in bed one day and typed into my phone, which then turned into an idea for the soulmate prompt for the first leoji week, which then didn’t happen bc of Stuff, which I then decided to make fit this prompt

I had to tweak this one a bit to make Guang Hong and Leo seem more like young teenagers bc I apparently forget sometimes that not everyone is a word maven like yours truly (which I definitely WASN’T when I was 13/14)

rainbow diffraction spike comes from the diffraction spike of stars (stars are mentioned a lot in the story) and part of Guang Hong’s name meaning rainbow

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[prettysei-remade]

He’s Taken

Written for @leojiweek 2017: Day 1 

Prompt: Others’ Interpretation of Leoji/Social Media 

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Laura xoxo: ugh

Laura xoxo: dani im so sry but my sister saw that picture u put on insta of u and ur brother at the water park and now she's begging me 2 get his number from u

Laura xoxo: she went on his insta and found out he's a wrld famous figure sk8r and she wont shut up abt him

Laura xoxo: pls ill buy u ice cream 4 a week if u can make her stop gushing abt how hot he is

Daniela sighs.

This is not the first time this has happened.

So many people - her friends, her friends’ sisters, girls from drama club, even a couple guys at her school - have tried to get to Leo through her. They're incredibly persistent, and Dani supposes she can see why they would be, from an objective standpoint.

Even she can't bring herself to say that Leo is bad-looking. It's horrible when all her friends come over while Leo is around, because they get all stupid and tongue-tied. She loves them, but they become incredibly annoying in those moments.

She knows Leo has his reasons for choosing to stay at home after graduating high school, but honestly, him moving out would make her life so much easier.

Of course, it doesn't help that he's also a competitive figure skater on the international level, and that he's won a bunch of medals. He's pretty successful, and relatively famous, so naturally everyone wants to be with him.

It would be marginally less irritating if everyone would stop hounding her for information on him.

She sets her phone back down on the kitchen table, prepared to ignore the text until she's finished her geometry homework, when a loud laugh from outside nearly makes her drop her pencil. She rolls her eyes.

Leo's home, and he's probably talking to his skating friend from China.

It's not that she doesn't like Guang Hong. From what she's seen and heard of him, he seems to be very sweet, pretty quiet, and definitely…

Well. It's obvious that he has a crush on Leo.

Anyway, she's spoken to him a little before, during some of his and Leo's many (many) Skype calls, and she likes him. He's only two years older than her, and he's always nice to her.

She knows Leo has a crush on him, too. They're seriously so obvious. But neither one of them thinks they have a chance.

Dani would be amused if it weren't so pathetic. Boys are so stupid, especially when it comes to feelings.

She hears the door swing open, and Leo continues to laugh and talk to the person on the other end of the phone as he walks through the house.

“We'll see each other soon, you know,” he says, a smile in his voice. He mouths a quick “hola” to Dani as he passes the kitchen. “We were both assigned to Skate Canada this year.” A pause as Guang Hong replies. Then, “I know, I feel like I haven't seen you in…”

His voice trails off down the hall, and Dani rolls her eyes. She picks up her phone to tell Laura what she's told everybody else.

It's not quite true, but it might as well be.

You: he’s taken, sry

…

Dani storms up the stairs, shouting all the way up.

“Leo! Mamá already called you for dinner twice, she's gonna be...”

Stopping by his slightly opened bedroom door, she looks through the crack to see Guang Hong's face on Leo's computer screen.

She rolls her eyes and barges in.

“Hi, Guang Hong,” she sighs. “Sorry to steal your boyfriend, but it's time for dinner and Leo really has to come downstairs right now.” She directs those last words at Leo with a pointed glare.

He sputters in response.

“Guang Hong isn't - we're not dating! I'm not his boyfriend!”

Guang Hong just laughs a little on his side.

She has to give him kudos for his reaction, at least. It's still obvious he likes Leo, but he seems to be way more chill about it than Leo is.

She directs her next question at him.

“Hey, isn't it really late in China? Or, like,  early?”

He laughs again.

“I'm actually in France right now, for a competition,” he explains.

“A competition he's going to dominate,” Leo adds.

Guang Hong blushes.

Dani throws up in her mouth a little.

“Sure, whatever,” she says, turning to leave. “Mamá's getting really mad downstairs, so say goodbye to your boyfriend.”

“He's not my boyfriend!”

…

The cheers of the crowd nearly drown out what the TV announcer is saying when Leo is awarded his gold medal.

A few moments later, they roar up again when the silver medalist is presented, and then a final, third time when Guang Hong goes to get his bronze.

They look good, standing side-by-side on the podium.

Dani watches them hold up their medals for pictures with matching grins on their faces. Leo says something to Guang Hong, which makes him laugh, and then Guang Hong responds, which makes Leo blush.

To anyone else, this is nothing unusual.

Well, actually, it's nothing unusual to Dani, either. She has to live with half of this. But she's pretty sure she's the only one who's noticed the massive crushes they have on each other.

She's thought about schemes to get them together, before. Like, texting Guang Hong from Leo's phone, or something. It would probably be amusing, and they'd at least stop acting like idiots all the time.

But they should figure it out for themselves. It's bound to happen, sooner or later. Eventually, one of them is going to confess, or make a move. They're building up to something, all on their own, and she doesn't want to interfere unless she absolutely has to.

They're actually pretty cute already, she supposes. Leo is skating around the rink with Guang Hong, an arm draped over his shoulder, and they're both laughing and smiling. They keep saying things into each other's ear, and it's like everybody else - the photographers, the cheering crowd, even the other medalist - doesn't even exist.

She hopes they figure it out soon.

…

Unknown Number: Hi, this is Guang Hong! I hope you don't mind, but Leo gave me your number after we talked on Skype last night. Good luck for your play tonight!

Dani is surprised Guang Hong remembers what she had said about the play, and her drama club.

Sure, Guang Hong had invited her to join the conversation, and they'd actually all talked for a really long time, until Dani realized how late it was getting. She'd thought he would mostly just focus on Leo, though, and was only including her because he was nice to everyone like that.

Apparently not.

She quickly saves his number as a contact (“Leo’s Boyfriend,” because she’s hilarious) and tries to think of how to respond.

Despite her many interactions and connections at school, and a rather large amount of social experience, she isn't exactly sure on the protocol for when your brother's almost-boyfriend texts you, completely separate from said brother.

Whatever. Guang Hong's cool, he'll be nice no matter what she says. She does try to tidy up her grammar, though. At least a little bit.

You: it's cool, i like talking to you. and thanks

Leo's Boyfriend: You're welcome! :)

He still uses smiley faces. Unironically.

That's honestly adorable.

Dani has to hand it to Leo. He's found himself a keeper.

…

Leo's Boyfriend: one time, when we were in japan, phichit made us all try sushi

You: omg no

Leo's Boyfriend: lets just say im never again forcing him to eat anything he says he doesn't want 2 eat

You: omg

You: ok ok my turn

You: so one time we went on this road trip to minnesota

You: it was winter so we decided to go skating at an outdoor rink for fun

You: of course, hes famous and everything so this one lady recognized him and asked him for a picture

You: so they take the picture, everythings great

You: but then he goes to skate away

Leo's Boyfriend: oh no

You: he somehow slips

You: and falls flat on his back

Leo's Boyfriend: did he get hurt??

You: just his pride

You: he got so embarrassed. it was hilarious

Leo's Boyfriend: omg!! XD

You: u know, i think sharing our blackmail material is the best idea weve ever had

Leo's Boyfriend: agreed

…

You: omg i know

You: its always the worst when he tries 2 rap, though

Leo's Boyfriend: don't get me started

Leo's Boyfriend: one time he tried to rap along to ceiling can't hold us by macklemore?

Leo's Boyfriend: like it was cute, but also probably one of the most awful things ive ever heard

Leo's Boyfriend: !!! pls dont tell him i said that!!

You: the cute part or the awful part

Leo's Boyfriend: …

Leo's Boyfriend: both

You: u know he wldn’t care right

You: actually he'd probably spontaneously combust if he knew

Leo's Boyfriend: u want me to tell him i think he's awful at rapping??

You: no

You: nvm

You: has he told u abt his death metal phase yet?

Leo's Boyfriend: !!!

…

“Hey, Dani?”

She looks up from her phone, about to tell Leo off for interrupting her in the middle of an important conversation about whether or not Charlie actually likes Liza, but then she sees his face.

He looks nervous. And… maybe a little upset, though he's hiding it pretty well.

“What?” she asks, turning off the screen and dropping her phone on the armrest.

“Um… can I talk to you?”

“Of course.”

He sits down next to her on the couch and takes a moment to collect himself.

“It's…”

He pauses. Swallows.

“It's about Guang Hong.”

Dani’s ears perk up at that, but she decides not to say anything. She'd rather Leo tell her what's up on his own terms.

“I…” he takes a breath. “You guys are… pretty close, right?”

Dani raises an eyebrow.

“I mean… I guess,” she answers. “I guess we text a lot.”

“Yeah. Well, you - you like him, right?”

“... yeah?”

Leo exhales.

“Okay,” he says decidedly.

Dani is confused.

Did she miss something?

“Okay… what?” she asks.

“Just… okay. You have my blessing.”

What on earth is he talking about?

“I have your blessing? Your blessing for what?”

Leo holds up his hands.

“I know, I know, you don't care what I think,” he says quickly. “I know you don't need it. But… I just thought… I know you like each other, but he's my friend, too, so I thought I'd just… tell you, I approve. Okay?”

A cold, hard pit starts to form inside of Dani’s stomach as she begins to realize what's going on.

“Leo,” she says, carefully, “what… exactly are you giving your blessing for me to do?”

Leo frowns. He runs a hand through his hair.

“To… to date Guang Hong.”

Oh.

Oh my god.

Dani lets her eyes fall shut and her head drop back against the couch.

“Leo,” she groans.

“It's okay! It's fine, I don't mind, really!”

“Leo…”

“I know, this is awkward, but I'm your brother, so - ”

“Leo, you're so stupid.”

He stops at that.

“I…” he swallows. “What?”

“Leo,” Dani says patiently. “I don't like Guang Hong like that. Guang Hong doesn't like me like that. We're friends. Just like you.”

Leo sits back.

“Huh,” he says. “Well, nevermind, then.”

Dani looks at him, sitting there all confused, getting lost in his own thoughts.

He looks a little relieved, but he doesn't know what to think, now. Dani wonders how much he had psyched himself up, prepared himself for hearing that Dani wants to date the guy he's in love with.

Probably a lot.

He has no idea Guang Hong likes him back, and Dani is just now realizing how seriously it's affecting Leo.

They can't go on this way. Dani needs to do something, if only to keep her brother from hurting like this.

“Actually, we're not like you at all,” she says, sitting up straighter. “Guang Hong and I are friends. Guang Hong and you are… I don't even know what you are.”

“What do you mean? We're friends!”

“No, you're not, Leo,” Dani insists. “I mean, you are, but don't you see you're so much more than that? God, you guys are hopeless.”

“What do you mean, more?”

“I mean, you two are in love with each other and you don't even know it! It's driving all three of us insane, and I'm the only one who even notices! I mean you're hopeless, Leo!”

She pauses at the stunned look on Leo's face, panting slightly.

Leo stares at her.

Dani stares back.

Then Leo whispers, “You think he knows?”

Dani swallows.

“Not about you,” she whispers back.

“But he likes me back.”

“Yeah.”

Leo looks at the floor.

“Wow.”

Dani grins, in spite of it all.

“Yeah. Wow.”

He looks up at her, squinting.

“Do you think I should tell him?”

“If you don't, I'll tell him myself.”

He looks back at the floor.

“Wow,” he whispers.

He looks amazed, as if the idea of Guang Hong actually liking him back had never even entered his brain.

He smiles softly to himself.

Dani rolls her eyes.

…

Unknown Number: hey, this is tara from drama club last year! ashlyn gave me your number, hope that's ok lol! i was just wondering, that's your brother and his friend in that pic on instagram, right?

You: let me guess. u want my brothers number

Unknown Number: actually, i was wondering abt his friend? he's rlly cute lol

Dani is a little surprised Tara doesn't want Leo's number, but she knows the post she's talking about, and honestly, she kind of gets it.

Guang Hong has been coming over every few days to visit, since he’s training in California in the off-season. In this particular instance, he and Leo were sitting side-by-side on the couch, Leo's arm resting casually over the top of Guang Hong's shoulders, and the lighting coming in from the bay window was absolutely gorgeous. They made a perfect picture, and Dani couldn’t resist putting in on Instagram.  

Well.

She smirks as she types her response to Tara, entirely truthful this time.

You: he’s taken, sry

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[ryukoishida]

LeoJi Week 2017 | Day 6: It’s okay, I’ve got you. | In which MS pilot!Guang Hong takes a hit for pilot!Leo. [Gundam AU]

Written for LeoJi Week @leojiweek​

Title: I’m Pluto and You’re the Sun Day/Prompt: Day 6 – It’s okay, I’ve got you. Author: ryukoishida Summary: He can lose a limb, lose his mind, lose his life, but Leo de la Iglesia is his and his alone, and he won’t let anyone lay claim on him — not Stella Veneris, not the higher-ups of Afanasiy, not even death itself. [Gundam (Iron-Blooded Orphans ‘Verse) AU] Rating: T Warning: Implied physical and emotional abuse. Description of violence as expected from a mecha battle. A/N: You don’t need Gundam knowledge to read this! And there are brief notes about the AU at the end of the fic. Might also help if you read the other fics in the series.

Stars in Our Blood Series (in chronological order): I. I’m Pluto and You’re the Sun | AO3 [LeoJi] II. The Space in Which We Travel | AO3 [MilaSara] III. Touch of the Martian Sun | AO3 [Otayuri] IV. Phobos and Deimos | AO3 [Otayuri]

-

There are times when he forgets where he’s from — sometimes, Guang-Hong Ji thinks it just doesn’t matter.

Earth? Mars?

He’s lost in space and he’s been lost for years now. He’s stopped counting the days once he realizes, as he stares out the window of the ship — the vast emptiness of space, speckled with distant stars and planets and galaxies that have been invaded and left to rot, and endless others that humans have yet to explore and taint — there’s no end to this.

There are times when he feels removed from everything around him: the same soulless eyes of children who wander like him, the faceless adults who take them apart and put them back together again on the surgery table, the flashing glares of his display screens when he fires one shot after another behind a well-hidden spot as he takes out nameless enemies, the meaningless praises, the angry lashes that cuts his skin, makes him bleed, and then heals and scabs and everything starts all over again…

“Guang-Hong,” a gentle call of his name and a hand on his shoulder make him jump, fuscous eyes flittering nervously until he notices Leo de la Iglesia is looking at him with a worried frown. “You all right? We should get ready. Yuri and Mila are already at the flight dock.”

Leo pulls his arm back to his side, his other hand holding onto the railing to stay in place. The ship has shut off the artificial gravity mechanism — something they always do to reserve energy before a large battle.

“Guang-Hong?” Leo drifts closer, only a few inches between them, close enough that when Leo dips his head slightly forward, he can smell the sweet, poignant scent of shampoo from the younger pilot’s messy brown hair. He sweeps the boy’s forelocks away with careful fingers.

Waves of unease toil within those expressive eyes, and Leo’s heart twists painfully for the boy who seems as lost and hapless as the first day they met all those years ago. He hates that he’s the one who has to drag him out into the chaos that neither of them wishes to take part in. He hates it but there are orders that people like them — Human Debris, space rats, worthless except to be used as tools and experiments — are forced to follow.

It’s the only way to survive, the only way to keep going.

“Leo, will you—?” Guang-Hong’s mouth clamps shut with his cheeks flushed and the constellation of freckles dotting the bridge of his nose made more prominent. He turns his head away resolutely, his knuckles whitening on the railing with how tight he’s grasping it.

He’s still afraid to ask.

Leo’s gaze softens in understanding as he releases the bannister and allows himself to drift even closer; without another word or a trace of hesitation, Leo wraps one arm around the slighter boy’s waist and the other hand placed behind his head, fingers threading into his hair as he pulls him into his embrace.

Guang-Hong burrows his face into the crook of Leo’s neck, the halo of warmth an instant comfort that calms the violent storm of thoughts in his mind, the scattering shards of glass settling like dust as he breathes him in, a scent he’s learned to trust, to depend on, to love.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Leo murmurs into his hair, his arms tightening around the other pilot.

“I know,” Guang-Hong’s whisper is muffled, but his breaths against Leo’s neck brand deeper than skin.

Another brief moment of peace, and then Guang-Hong tears himself away, his facial expression and body language much more composed than a few minutes ago.

They make their way to the flight dock in silence, the side of their arms brushing against each other’s occasionally.

-

“Leo, how do you stand listening to that shitty pop music every time we do this?” Yuri Plisetsky, one of the youngest and brightest pilots in Afanasiy’s fleet, is growling irritatingly through the LCS.

“It helps me focus!” Leo protests while Mila barks out an amused laugh.

As he listens to his comrades’ squabble, Guang-Hong can clearly spot their enemies through the powerful scope of his sniper rifle from a safe distance and well-concealed location. He has already successfully shot down eleven of Stella Veneris’ mobile suits, which are mostly the weaker mass-produced Graze and Hugo classes.

Once Afanasiy’s ace sniper sees another straggling Graze that’s creeping up behind Leo’s Shiden with its war axe raised high above its head, his fingers instantly tighten around the control levers when he realizes that Leo is still unaware of the Graze’s presence as he’s trying to fend off three other mobile suits at once. He’s currently at a tense standoff during which any party can suddenly launch into an attack.

There’s no way to warn him, so Guang-Hong readjusts his rifle’s position, eyes straining to focus on the olive-green armor that’s about to strike his best friend’s mobile suit, and when the sensor locks onto the target and beeps rapidly in response, Guang-Hong releases a long, slow breath, and pulls the trigger.

The pilot of the Graze has no time to react or escape before a streak of blinding blue light assaults his vision: the first shot takes out the sensor-cameras mounted on the mobile suit’s head, and the next one strikes directly on its chest where the cockpit hatch is. A burst of light, sparks, and smoke engulf the wrecked Graze in a ripple of intense, roiling heat as it explodes like fireworks, the dispersed fragments of debris barely scratching Leo’s Shiden as he swings his retractable partisan in a horizontal arc, sweeping his enemies into one big pile of mangled metal.

“Thanks, Guang-Hong!” Leo shouts with a breathy laugh of exhilaration.

“Anytime,” the sniper sighs with relief, but the tiniest of smile grows along his lips nevertheless.

“They still haven’t sent out their best ones yet,” Mila Babicheva comments mildly through the LCS as she stabs a Hugo unit easily into the cockpit hatch using her assault knife with such swift and casual grace that the other pilot never even sees it coming.

“I’m bored! If that’s all the mobile suits they have, then what the hell are we raiding them for?” Yuri joins in the conversation with a complaint as he, too, shoots several rounds into the closest Hugo unit and only releases an exaggerated tedious sigh as he watches it explode.

“Maybe our boss just wants to wreck some havoc and strike fear into the hearts of those poor, innocent, little bandits from Stella Veneris. Put them in their place and such?” Mila suggests with a silvery chuckle.

“Guys, if you have time to chit-chat, maybe help me out over here?” Leo says as he warily pulls out one of his rifles when he spots more oncoming mobile suits heading in his direction.

“Be there in a sec, got myself a — holy shit, is that a Gundam frame?” the timbre of Mila’s voice gets progressively higher as a new mobile suit joins the battlefront.

Standing at almost twenty feet tall, with its metallic wings tinged blood red and ivory white that serves as its dynamic booster unit spreading out majestically behind it, the Gundam Zagan, crimson eyes gleaming eerily from its black and yellow armor, makes its presence known by brandishing its heat saber, the glowing pink-red blade emitting waves of thermal heat hot enough to penetrate and cut through the toughest metal like butter.

It wastes no time, swinging its sword in a quick and efficient swipe and cutting through five of Afanasiy’s units that have been trying to surround it in a loose circle in an attempt to entrap the Gundam. A ring of explosions and pink smoke conceal the mobile suit, and for a short moment, every unit from Afanasiy’s fleet freezes in place as they can only observe in awe the fraction of the power that a Gundam frame is capable of.  

“Of course, the bastards always fail to mention the most important part of a mission,” Yuri mutters after getting over the initial shock, his tone decidedly unimpressed, and Guang-Hong can vividly picture the blond-haired pilot rolling his eyes.

Even from this distance, the sniper can see the potential threat the Gundam poses for Afanasiy. Not only is the Gundam unit larger than most of the mass-produced suits that their organization employs, but if the rumors are accurate, then they are facing one of the most powerful man-made mobile weapons designed during the Calamity War era to combat against Mobile Armors that had once terrorized humankind.

As more of the organization’s fleet gather around Zagan, including Yuri and Mila who are simply overjoyed with enthusiasm for a challenging battle and filled with a bloodthirsty glee that makes Guong-Hong shudder, they all fail to notice the smaller Hugo units that begin to congregate around the few lone Afanasiy units on the outskirts of the battle zone, including Leo who is still struggling with several of Stella Veneris’ mobile suits.

Guang-Hong doesn’t have enough concentration or firepower to focus on helping the rest of the fleet secure the Gundam unit while also eliminating the enemies to protect his teammates. He has his own priorities, and Guang-Hong’s heart holds no regret or even a hint of uncertainty as he devotes his attention solely on the blue, white, and red armor of Leo’s Shiden and the alarming amount of Hugo units that are encircling it, like a pack of ferocious wolves ready to pounce on their prey.

Leo already understands the situation he’s in — has come to terms with the impossibility of pulling himself out of this mess by himself — and there’s nothing he can do but to fight in his best abilities, hoping for a miracle, praying to a god he doesn’t believe in anymore.

With an utterly horrifying serene state of mind that he seldom finds himself in, Guang-Hong takes out his targets one by one in successive shots: one beam slices through and separates a Hugo’s head from its body, another shaft blasts a unit into pieces. Again and again, he pulls the trigger with deadly accuracy and speed, and he’s grown numb of the consecutive flashes of glare from his monitors.

But just as the nightmares that haunt him almost every night, there’s no end to this. Stella Veneris just keeps sending out more and more units as if they had an unlimited army to spare; their pilots are probably just as disposable as the ones in Afanasiy, and for a blank second, Guang-Hong wonders again what the point of all this is.

They are born into this world, and for what? Used as weapons in wars that mean nothing to them, molded and mutilated beyond recognition until they, like the machines they pilot, break beyond repair, beyond their usefulness, disposed like the debris they were born to be.

Stardust lost in space.

Except…

Except he’s not alone. He’s lost, but he’s not the only one. And while life has been brutal and merciless ever since he started anew in Afanasiy, there has been moments of light and warmth, and the source of all that (dares he think of it as hope), the anchor of his heart whenever Guang-Hong feels like he may have lost himself to the ruthless storm created in his own mind, is Leo.

So when the sniper sees Leo’s Shiden sinks deeper and deeper within the web composed of enemy mobile suits, as horror seizes his chest and squeezes the air out of his lungs, Guang-Hong does the only thing he’s capable of.

He abandons his post, a temporary safe haven, and activating his booster unit on his back and the soles of his feet by flicking on the switches on his control panel, Guang-Hong treads on both pedals and clutches the control grips, driving his Hyakuri forward in a blast of bright, white light as he speeds past foes and comrades.

“Ji, what the fuck are you doing? Get back to your position this instant!” Someone is yelling furiously through the LCS — their team leader, a middle-aged man known for his foul mouth and fouler temper as well as his Spartan training method and dishonorable battle tactics, that nobody in the team actually respects.

Guang-Hong ignores him by remaining silent as he zips past any stray units and makes his way to Leo.

The others are too preoccupied with the Gundam to pay him any mind.

As a sniper, his Hyakuri is not designed for close combat, so he’s mainly equipped with a beam rifle that’s meant to be used in a stationary position because of its length and weight, but his only 100mm rifle currently comes in handy as he shoots at mobile suits that try to block his way.

“Guang-Hong! What are you doing?” Leo’s voice, tinged with panic as he bashes another unit with his partisan before drifting close to his friend’s Hyakuri back-to-back, rings into his headset as the sniper dives into the hive of enemies from above, awkwardly shooting in all directions. The majority of the shots misses their intended targets despite the proximity; he’s never been good in melee combats, and he’s been punished for it during the arduous training sessions.

“Lending you a hand?” Guang-Hong tries with a nervous chuckle. It’s been awhile since he’s this deep in a battle field, and seeing the seemingly endless sea of olive-green and sunset orange of the Hugo units spread out before him doesn’t exactly boost up his confidence.

He hears Leo laughing softly, the smoky sound almost concealed by the catchy pop song playing in the background from the ancient Compact Disc player — an Earth relic from the 20th century — taped to the control panel of the Shiden’s cockpit.

“I really appreciate the sentiment, but you know there’s literally no way we’ll get out of this alive, right?” his tone turns somber after that laugh, his heart contorting with a sickly dread that weighs heavy. It’s a sharp, painful reminder of their reality, of what they’ve just subjected themselves into.

“It’s okay if it’s with you,” Guang-Hong says with a resolved smile though the other pilot cannot see it. His timbre is strangely tranquil, like drops of cold rain running down Leo’s back, raising goosebumps on his skin, metal bleeding along his spine.

There are so many things Leo wants to say to him: “you are a romantic fool”, or “get the hell out of here”, or even “I love you but this is not worth it because I want you to live, hell I want us to live”, and the overwhelming emotion is threatening to spill over, clumsy phrases and perplexing notion crystallizing, caught at the back of his throat.

“Here they come,” Guang-Hong warns when the few Hugos surrounding on Leo’s side begin to make their move, their guns raised in readiness as the tips of the muzzles glow an ominous blue that signifies their future demise.

Guang-Hong has removed the grenade launcher strapped to the back of his Hyakuri’s waist, and heaves the weapon onto its right shoulder as he prepares to take aim, his hands steady and fingers quickly dancing across the dashboard to ensure that he’s on target. One of these grenades, if shot at close proximity and aimed strategically, can deal a lot of damage — not enough to destroy the entire group that’s encircling the two of them right now, but just sufficient to create a smoke screen, a small exit, and precious seconds to escape from the enemy.

Leo seems to share his partner’s idea, as he himself is also adjusting the aim of his two rifles, one in each hand, to fend off anyone who hopes to interrupt Guang-Hong’s plan.

And when the first shot is fired somewhere to Leo’s left, followed by many, many others in all directions, their vision of the universe — once an endless void of darkness interspersed with flecks of nameless stars and planets and galaxies — bursts into a blaze of niveous white and iridescent smalt blue. The heat and whiplash throw Leo and Guang-Hong’s mobile suits crashing into each other in a graceless heap, metal limbs tangling, alloy armors scraping against each other and leaving scars, but they fight on: Guang-Hong launching grenades into the mass that continues to advance and Leo blindly shooting just for the off-chance that he’ll hit something.

“If we weren’t about to die, I’d say this is pretty damn fun,” Leo huffs into his headset with a forced laugh as he takes out two units at once.

“You have a warped sense of the concept of ‘fun’, don’t you?” Guang-Hong manages to bite out a chuckle, his eyes watering from the strain of having to constantly focus on the red, blinking circles that dominate his screens on all three sides inside his cockpit.

The layer of the circle seems to be thinning, or at least that’s what Guang-Hong thinks, though through the thick curtain of pink and white smoke, it’s difficult to tell left from right, or up from down. All the sniper can tell and feel reassured about is Leo’s presence close to him, the unidentified pop track playing in the background stream into his ears like a steady heartbeat that keeps them moving, breathing.

Their shields are falling apart from all the shots they manage to block, and Guang-Hong is running low on ammo. If they don’t get out of this mess soon, it’ll really be the end for them.

Guang-Hong doesn’t want this to be the end. Not yet.

When the smoke finally clears, Guang-Hong yelps excitedly, hazel eyes widening when he spots an escape route where a slew of wrangled metal and broken robotic limbs are floating aimlessly from previous explosions, “Leo! An opening — your five o’clock!”

“Got it!”

Guang-Hong begins to make his way towards the breach but halts shortly when he notices the red dot on the gridded screen that signifies the location of Leo’s Shiden remains static.

“Leo? What are you doing? Let’s go!” the pilot’s usual quiet tone is shaking with adrenaline when he turns back.

“You go ahead. I’ll be right behind you,” Leo tells him, and even as the words trickle out of his mouth, he knows it’s no use. He can shoot and shoot and shoot, but the truth is, the Hugos just continue to advance when the front-most line of defense has fallen and is replaced by the next set of units from behind.

“Liar — you’re such a terrible liar, Leo,” Guang-Hong mutters angrily, shifting his control levers so that Hyakuri’s hand is reaching out for Shiden’s upper arm and pulling him towards the direction of the gap as quickly as he can before it’s closed up by more enemy units.

“Let go, Guang-Hong!”

“No! We’re getting out of this together!” he yells into the LCS, unshed tears — from fear, frustration — blurring his vision, abolishing his logic. He refuses to leave his friend behind; he refuses to let go of the one person who can make him laugh, make him care.

It’s a selfish wish, but what’s wrong with being selfish once in a while? Lord knows he’s spent enough time hiding behind the safety of his sniper rifle, enduring insults and curses and punches thrown at him on an almost daily basis.

He can lose a limb, lose his mind, lose his life, but Leo de la Iglesia is his and his alone, and he won’t let anyone lay claim on him — not Stella Veneris, not the higher-ups of Afanasiy, not even death itself.

With only a few feet separating them from death and freedom, Guang-Hong turns pale when he hears the incessant warning beeps that wail urgently as one particular enemy unit — a customized Graze painted in obnoxious purple and yellow shades, probably a commander type — chases after them with impeccable speed and recklessness, a bazooka gun aiming for them both, now a much larger and easier target since they’re moving together.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Guang-Hong mutters in dismay, hazel irises darkening as he shoves his feet against the pedals on the floor as far as possible. The boosters on his mobile suit’s back stutter a little before flaring to life in a brighter spark of white-red light, and he projects a little swifter, but with the Shiden in tow, they are not going as fast as they hope and the Graze is gaining onto them in only a few seconds’ time.

The red circle honing in ever closer is only two feet away, and the shots that Graze’s pilot is firing is getting more accurate as the unit ventures dangerously nearer.

When at last, the Graze has also run out of ammo, the pilot pulls out a beam sword, and Guang-Hong knows, his instinct and reflex crawling from the sensors of the mobile suit to his own bloodstreams through their shared connection of the Alaya-Vijnana system implanted on his spine, that the Graze will first strike his closest target — the Shiden with Leo inside — in the hopes that the explosion will drag Guang Hong’s Hyakuri to its grave.

And he’s right. He hates it when he’s right.

The Graze raises its sword with both arms, and at the moment, with no available weapons or a dependable shield, Leo is as vulnerable as a single soldier on a wide, flat field where both sides are opening fire at the same time.

With the momentum they have, Guang-Hong maneuvers around while still being able to push Leo’s mobile suit ahead of himself, putting himself between the Graze and the Shiden like a shield. Both of them know fully well that the Hyakuri is in no condition to protect anyone either, with its armor half-way to being shattered and some of the sensors already broken and rendered useless.

His chest burns, and Guang-Hong realizes belatedly that it’s due to his heart beating so fast, the muscle thrumming viciously against his chest, biting into his ribs as his respiration becomes shallower as if he’s forgotten how to breathe and he’s choking on air.

The hot white-blue glow of the beam sword flashes across his screen, and he can hear Leo yelling his name through the crackle of his headset before his world snaps off in a violent rattle, the monitors flickering with static until they black out, the lights on the control panel glimmering for a few seconds before they, too, shut off, leaving Guang-Hong in a void of darkness.

Before Guang-Hong can even consider trying the emergency ejection system, the Graze’s next strike rips chunks of Hyakuri’s torso apart. The walls, the floor beneath him, and the ceiling of the cockpit hatch are compressing all around him, the distorted metal frames stabbing through in all directions. One twisted rod lodges itself into his upper arm, the angle narrowly missing his neck, another grazes his lower abdomen just deep enough to cut through his suit and leave behind a long gash, and he can feel the sharp snap of broken bones in one of his legs where metallic plates are crushing his limb.

Glass shards from the monitors rain all over him, and in the darkness, Guang-Hong can faintly hear the music in his headset still blaring from the Shiden — something about “growing trees” and “roses in bloom” — and he remembers, even as his mind tries to process the pain that his body is undergoing, that this is one of Leo’s favourite songs.

He has once said that the lyrics reminds him to hold onto the present, to cling to life, because only then can they witness and experience the beauty around them.

The rivulets of blood run down his arm and lower body, soaking his suit. His eyelids feel heavy, his entire frame exhausted from hours of battle; he wants nothing more than to close his eyes and let himself drift off.

And for a very short moment, it seems like he’s about to let go, but a series of vibrations shake him awake, and a huge explosion that must have happened very close to what’s left of his Hyakuri because the force is enough to knock him backwards against something sturdy.

“I can’t believe you left us out when you guys are having so much fun over here,” Yuri whines in mock annoyance, swooping in and taking down enemies on both sides with his dual swords as he nonchalantly makes for his comrades’ direction and joins them in the center.  

He has single-handedly slashes the commander-type Graze in half by the waist, and Leo is able to retrieve the torso piece of Hyakuri that contains the pilot inside the hatch.

“I thought you guys are taking down the Gundam frame. What happened?”

“Who gives a damn about that?” Mila retorts in a low mutter, and then asks, her usual blithe and playful voice filled with genuine concern, “Is Guang-Hong okay?”

She moves in synchronization with Yuri’s mobile suit to take out two more enemies with precise shots. Shaped like a crescent moon, Mila and Yuri are acting as shields for the other two, and with their added power, they are able to pull back to a safe distance far enough away from the frontline and into their own safety zone.

“I-I don’t know��” Leo is still in shock, sweat drenching the inside of his pilot suit and streaking his tanned skin, and eyes wild in panic when the reality that his best friend has taken a hit for him finally sets in.

“Guang-Hong! Guang-Hong, do you read?” Mila tries.

“Oi, Guang-Hong! Time to wakey-wakey!” Yuri’s irritation melts into a hint of unease despite his rude turn of phrase.

No answer.

“Guang Hong…” Leo is able to find his voice again after the initial shock, and when he releases the hatch, a mess of ripped wires and jagged metal, and lets it float before him, the pilot only just becomes aware of how much damage Guang-Hong must have received in that instance he’s decided to protect him from the Graze.

The mangled hatch looks just like any other piece of scrap metal found hovering eerily in past battle fields they always come across whilst travelling. Leo doesn’t want to imagine what the inside of the cockpit would look like — doesn’t want to think about the lifeless body of the boy he’s grown to care about, or the possibility he’ll never hear his voice again.

“Guang-Hong, please…”

If there was a god — if he still believes in one — Leo would pray.

The LCS is dauntingly silent on the other end as the three young pilots wait with bated breath.

A series of static crackle, and then—

“It’s…it’s okay, Leo,” a croaked whisper gasps out, breaths laborious as Guang-Hong swallows back a groan of agony, “I-I’ve got you.”

“You’re delirious,” Yuri snorts, and though he tries to laugh it off, it’s obvious to everyone that he’s relieved to hear his comrade’s voice, “we’re the ones who’ve got you, idiot.” He says it in his fondest tone of voice.

“Guess you’re right.” Laughing is having hundreds of needles simultaneously piercing his lower abdomen as blood continues to flow in a steady stream, but Guang-Hong wants to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

“Let’s get you back to the ship,” Mila comforts him, and she flies ahead to join Yuri as they lead the way, “just hang in there, sweetheart.”

Guang-Hong hums, too tired to say more.

“Just so you know, I hate you so fucking much right now,” Leo mutters, tears streaming down in hot streaks that he can’t brush away while he’s still wearing his helmet. Now that they’re away from danger and he can think clearly once more, Leo finally allows his defense to slip.

Guang-Hong’s eyes crack open with difficulty, a corner of his lips twitching into a shaky smile, “I saved you and that’s the thanks I get?”

“If you pull something like this again next time, I won’t forgive you.” There’s a hint of humor threaded within the warning, but the truth is that Leo won’t be able to forgive himself should anything happen to Guang-Hong.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” is Guang-Hong’s snarky reply.

“I won’t let you,” he insists.

And there’s so much more Leo wants to say to him — words and sentiment he’s been afraid of expressing or acknowledging to his best friend, a glimmer of light in the dark tunnel of their future — and he’s finally found the reason to say them.

-

A/N: If you’ve read to the end, I want to thank you, because believe me, it was never my intention to write that long-ass battle scene, like. My head hurts from writing this (no regrets though, never any regrets). It’s also 1:40am after editing, so if I miss anything, please forgive me.

Definitions (within Iron-Blooded Orphans Universe):

- Gundam frames: A series of 72 mobile suit frames that were produced and developed by Gjallarhorn (an international peacekeeping force) during the Calamity War 300 years ago; the Ahab particles generated by the two Ahab Reactors within each suit give it a lot of powers, which can be burdensome on the pilot’s body since man and suit are connected through the Alaya-Vijnana system.

- Alaya-Vijnana system: A man-machine interface implant that improves a pilot’s spatial skills and reactions while piloting a mobile suit. There are two parts: one is implanted into the pilot’s spine (called “whiskers”), and the other is built into the mobile suits. The surgery to get the implants is risky and many have died during the process.

- Mobile suits: A type of mobile weapon that is a humanoid combat vehicle. I.E. Giant robots that people can pilot even in space.

Extra notes for this AU:

- Guang-Hong has 2 Alaya-Vijnana implantations done. His Hyakuri unit is painted black with magenta highlights.

- Leo has 1 implantation done. His Shiden unit is painted blue and white with red highlights.

#leojiweek #leojiweek2017 #leoji #yuri on ice #bowie's crappy writing #had to repost this #cuz Tumblr was stupid #again

[shiokishuji]

Starting LeoJi week #2 with Leo’s birthday present. ;)

@leojiweek -  August 2: Leo’s Birthday

#Yuri on ice #leoji #leo de la iglesia #ji guang hong #art #Fanart #traditonal art #leojiweek2017 #leoji week

[girlwithribbon]

@leojiweek day1: Tango Date (prompts: choreography + Leo’s birthday)

commissions || tip jar

#leoji #ji guanghong #leo de la iglesia #leojiweek2017 #yuri on ice

[justmorefandomtrash]

Skater Boy

Prompt: Music AU

Ft. Leo as a punk skaterboarder and Guang-Hong as a shy pastel person.

(AO3 link coming asap)

@leojiweek

“Why the hell should I go out with you? You’ve got like, so many piercings and tattoos, and I bet you’ve failed half your classes because you’re too busy skating. Ew. Go away, freak.”

Clutching his books to his chest, Guang-Hong peered around the wall as Leo rubbed the back of his neck before walking away. How could she be so cruel towards someone so sweet behind the facade? He passed by him, downcast and he leant back against the wall, pushing his glasses back up and flicking through the page of the topmost book.

“Hey, uh, Guang-Hong Ji right?”

He looked up to come face to face with none other than Leo himself. Nodding, he ducked behind his books to cover the blush turning his face red. A hand reached out and pushed them down, peering over with a blinding smile.

“Good book choice.”

He winked and released the book, waving and pulling his headphones on and skating away. Guang-Hong didn’t even see him put down his skateboard. Sighing, he pulled out his phone and texted Minami, knowing that he’d be a good person to confide in.

G: leo spoke to me help what do i do

M: HE DID WHAT???

M: HOLD UP

M: SKATER BOY SPOKE TO YOU???

G: yeah

M: tell me everything

G: a girl rejected him (why tho he’s super nice) and i saw everything i’m not even kidding

G: then he walked past and I was ‘reading’ gatsby and he actually knew my name!!! like hello what?? then he smiled at me and said it was a good choice of book before putting on his headphones and skating away

M: YOOO WHAT??? He knew your name??

G: Yah don’t know how though

M: you are super lucky i swear

G: Ikr?

---

The chair next to Guang-Hong scraped against the floor and he jumped, knocking a pen off his desk in the process. Before he could pick it up, a tan hand was passing it back to him and he found myself face to face with Leo.

Again.

“Sorry for startling you. Cute drawings by the way.”

He took the pen and smiled, turning back to face the front of the class as the teacher began the lesson.

---

G: OH MY GOD

G: MINI HELP ME

M: I’m not mini

G: SKATER BOY TOLD ME MY DRAWINGS WERE CUTE

G: I NEARLY DIED

M: WHAT???

M: bippity boppity back up

G: HE SAT NEXT TO ME IN CLASS TOO!!!

M: luckyyyy

G: I’m gonna die

M: nuh pls don’t

---

“Guang-Hong, you can’t hide under a pile of beanbags forever.”

“Yes I can.”

“Seriously? What’s going on?”

Peering round the corner of the isle, Leo frowned as he saw Minami standing there with his hand on his hip.

“Come on, they’re going to kick us out if they find out you’re in there!”

“Nope.”

The beanbags shuffled as a hand stuck out and flipped him off before retreating back underneath. Confused, he coughed quietly, catching Minami's attention.

“Hey, Leo right?”

“Yeah. Everything okay?”

“Guang-Hong won’t come out from the beanbags and won’t explain why.”

He put my basket down and crouched next to the shelf, wincing as his ankle clicked.

“Hey… You want to talk elsewhere? We could, I don’t know, go to a park or a cafe or something like that. My treat.”

The beanbags shuffled to reveal Guang-Hong as he climbed out, tugging nervously on his sleeves as he sat in front of him, eyes downcast. Reaching out, Leo patted his arm gently, biting his lip as he flinched away.

“Where would you like to go?”

He shrugged, so he held out his hand for him to take. Hesitantly, he took it and Leo helped him up, steadying him when he rocked backwards. He led him to the front of them store, Minami trailing behind slightly to give him space. He clutched Leo’s hand tightly, letting him guide him and keep him safe.

“I have some shopping to do still, Guang-Hong will you be okay being alone with Leo?”

Tensing, Guang-Hong took a deep breath and nodded, waving goodbye to Minami. As Minami grabbed a basket and walked back into the store, Leo pulled him outside to where he'd parked his motorbike.

“Ever ridden a motorbike before?”

“N-no…”

“We can walk if you want.”

With determination, Guang-Hong walked over to the bike and folded his arms, waiting for him to come over. He chuckled, pulling out his keys and opening the hatch at the back and pulling out two helmets, handing one over. Slipping it on, he did it up and reached across to offer Guang-Hong a hand.

“Thanks.”

Climbing onto the bike, Leo helped him up, encouraging him to hold onto his waist. It took a few moments but he complied, wrapping his arms around him tightly. He started the bike, driving carefully through the streets until he reached the local McDonalds.

“Need a hand down?”

“I’ve got it, thanks.”

Guang-Hong jumped down, slipping the helmet off and handing it over, and he placed them into the back once more. Offering his arm, Leo smiled as it was taken up.

Sure, he was heavily tattooed and pierced, and sure, he rode a motorbike and listened to heavy metal, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a heart.

---

Guang-Hong knocked on the backstage door, smirking as it opened and the person’s jaw dropped.

“Leo de la Iglesia, I’d like to congratulate you on the fact that your boyfriend has joined us in wearing leather.”

He heard choking from inside and he held up his hand and waved it in front of JJ’s face.

“Fiance actually.”

Cheers echoed around as he was let in, Leo immediately pulling him into his lap and kissing him senseless, much to the delight of everyone else in the room.

---

I’m with the skater boy, I said “see ya later boy”

I’ll be backstage after the show, I’ll be at the studio

Singing the song we wrote

About that girl you used to know

He could see her in the crowd, surrounded by all of her friends that had told her to turn Leo down and he winked, grabbing the front of Leo’s jacket and pulling him in for a kiss for the world to see.

Skater boy was his.

#leojiweek2017 #leoji #leo de la iglesia #guang hong ji #kenjirou minami #jean jacques leroy

[slightlystalesushirolls]

For @leojiweek’s August 6th prompt: Hunger

Here’s part 2 of the fake texts @forgetmenotsandroses did!

-Guang Hong’s nickname for Leo is “gentle chili flake” and Leo’s name for Guang Hong is “❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️”

Part 1: slightlystalesushirolls.tumblr.com/post/163898823539/for-leojiweeks-august-6th-prompt-hunger-in (i’m posting through a vpn server(in china on vacation)that i could only download on mobile so i can’t insert hyperlinks, thank you for understanding)

#leoji week #leojiweek2017 #leoji #yuri on ice #yoi #yuri!!! on ice #leo de la iglesia #ji guang hong #ji guang-hong #ji guanghong #guang hong ji #guang-hong ji #guanghong ji #is this how ppl in love text #forgetmenotsandroses #mine

[prettysei-remade]

Any Change in Time

Written for @leojiweek 2017, Day 4

Prompt: Pining/Love

read on ao3

Guang Hong rolls over onto his back, keeping his phone in the air so he can still be seen by Phichit.

“Is it any different than the competitions we’re used to?” he asks.

Phichit hums thoughtfully.

“The skating is definitely at a higher level than the junior division,” he says. “And it’s a little intimidating, competing against all these experienced skaters. I was having a bit of a hard time staying focused during the short program today.”

“You still did amazing, though,” Guang Hong says. “I couldn’t even tell you were nervous when I watched you.” 

“Thanks,” Phichit smiles, running a hand through his hair. “I’m having fun, anyway. A few other skaters we know are making their senior debut here, too, and we’ve kind of all been hanging out. Exploring Santa Barbara, and all that.”

“I wish I could go to California,” Guang Hong sighs. “What have you guys done there?”

“Not much, yet,” Phichit admits. “We did some stuff yesterday, though. Like, there was this surf shop we went to that had these awesome looking surfboards. Max Weber - you know him -  he took a picture of me with this one that had a really cool swirly design on it, I’ll have to send it to you. Oh! And Leo is kind of from around here, so he showed us - ”

“Leo?”

Phichit pauses and grins.

“Leo de la Iglesia,” he clarifies.

Guang Hong furrows his brow.

“Didn’t he win silver at the Junior Grand Prix Final, last season?” he asks.

“Yup,” Phichit confirms. “It’s a little weird that neither of us has spoken to him before, right? We’re kind of the ‘social butterflies’ in the junior division, I don’t know why we never did before.”

“You’re the social butterfly,” Guang Hong counters. “This is only my second season competing as a junior. Pretty much everyone I know in the circuit, I know from you. And I haven’t even known you all that long.”

“We come as a package, everybody knows that,” Phichit scoffs. “It doesn’t matter how long we’ve known each other, you’re my best friend. Well, Yuuri is also my best friend. And Adrian. And Chang-min… But you’re like… my default, I guess? One of my first defaults? I don’t know. Was I going somewhere with this?”

Guang Hong laughs.

“Neither of us has met Leo de la Iglesia?” he prompts.

Phichit snaps and points at him triumphantly through the screen.

“Neither of us had met Leo de la Iglesia,” he corrects with a smirk. “I think he’s still competing in some junior events this season, so you might be able to meet him soon, too. Let’s see, he’s a year younger than me, making him 16, making him two years older than you. I think you’ll like him. He’s pretty cool.”

“Yeah? What’s he like?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure you know what he looks like, so I’ll skip over that,” Phichit begins, “although, I have to say, his hair is a lot shinier up close. Anyway, off the ice, he seems to be pretty chill.”

“‘Chill?’”

“Ah, American slang for, like, laid-back, or carefree, you know?”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. So, he’s that, but he’s also really nice and funny. Literally everyone likes him. Even Olivier.”

Guang Hong feels his eyes widen.

“He must be incredible,” he whispers, disbelieving. “Olivier doesn’t like anyone.”

“I know, right?” Phichit agrees. “I’m telling you: boy gets along with everybody. I really think you guys would be good friends. And me, of course. Oh! Idea!”

Guang Hong groans in dread. The last time Phichit had an “idea!,” they got in serious trouble with both of their coaches. He does not want to have to scrub the boys’ locker room for a week again.

“Hey, this idea is actually harmless,” Phichit defends. “I was just going to suggest that we add him to our friend group.”

Guang Hong raises an eyebrow.

“You mean… literally every men’s skater in the junior division?”

“Not that group,” Phichit rolls his eyes. “I mean our group. You and me. We could be, like, a trio, or something!”

“Phichit.”

“What?”

“I’ve never even met Leo before.”

Phichit waves a hand.

“I’ll send you a picture after we hang up so you can check that he fits with our aesthetic,” he says, as if this is the obvious course of action.

“Since when do we have an ‘aesthetic?’” Guang Hong asks, squinting his eyes in confusion.

“I don’t know, but if we’re going to be a group, we should probably have one,” Phichit answers unconcernedly.

Guang Hong sighs.

“I don’t really… care?” he says. “If I like him, I guess we could ask him to be friends with us.”

“Great!” Phichit says excitedly. “I should probably go to bed now, but I’ll send you that picture before I fall asleep.”

“Okay,” Guang Hong agrees. “Good night.”

“Night!”

The phone screen goes blank, and Guang Hong presses the home button to wait for the picture.

He’s not surprised when Phichit sends him a text literally seconds later, and he opens the photo to appease him.

O… kay.

Phichit definitely could have gone into more detail on his looks, in Guang Hong’s opinion. Because, apparently, Leo’s hair isn’t the only thing that’s better up close.

His smile, for one thing. He’s looking right at the camera, and he seems to be caught in the middle of laughing at something. He’s grinning widely, and his brown eyes sparkle in amusement. Guang Hong can’t help but smile, too.

He knows Leo is too old for him, at their current ages, but he can’t help thinking that Leo is beautiful, all the same. Suddenly, he’s grateful that Phichit was so insistent.

It’ll make it easier to believe when Guang Hong says Phichit is the reason he wants to meet him.

…

“So, at this point, there’s mayonnaise all over the walls, and the vice principal’s desk is literally covered in olives, right? And Mr. Kensworth says, ‘boys, I don’t know about you, but I think we’d better destroy olive this evidence!’”

Phichit immediately bursts out laughing in the booth beside Guang Hong. It takes Guang Hong a couple more seconds to get the pun, but when he does, he nearly chokes on his hot chocolate trying to hold back his own laughter.

It’s not really all that hilarious, he knows. If anything, the story leading up to the punchline is the most ridiculous part. But Guang Hong thinks Leo is funny, and Phichit thinks everything is funny, so they tend to overreact a little whenever he tells a joke.

At least, Guang Hong knows he’s overreacting.

That feeling that he got, when he first saw that picture of Leo a year ago? It… never actually went away. His little bit of interest has now transformed into a little crush, and it doesn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon.

It’s fine, though. He and Leo and Phichit are all friends, and he’s fine with it that way. He’s great with it that way.

Yeah.

“Guang Hong, you okay?”

He jumps, looking up at Leo across the table. He knows a blush is spreading across his cheeks, and he valiantly ignores it.

“Yeah,” he says. He adds a smile for good measure.

Leo still looks a little concerned.

“Are you sure?” he presses. “You were looking pretty serious, there.”

Guang Hong turns to Phichit for back-up, but the other boy just shrugs apologetically.

“I’m with Leo,” he says. “You did look a little… lost, or something. You sure you’re good?”

“I’m fine, guys,” Guang Hong assures them. “Just… thinking about the standings. The free skate’ll be pretty rough tomorrow, don’t you think?”

He listens to Phichit and Leo discuss the current placements and leaders, and goes back to quietly sipping his hot chocolate.

Nothing’s wrong. He likes having Leo as a friend just fine. It’s just a crush.

So why does he feel miserable about it?

…

“Hey, Phichit! You coming, man, or what?”

Guang Hong looks over where Leo’s yelling to across the hotel lobby, and quickly spots Phichit walking towards them.

“Sorry, guys,” Phichit says with a grimace. “Yuuri isn’t feeling too great after… you know, so I’m gonna stay with him tonight.”

They nod knowingly. Guang Hong isn’t entirely sure what’s going on with Yuuri, but he knows he tends to get depressed if he doesn’t do well, so he doesn’t mind Phichit ducking out of their post-competition hang-out to help his friend.

“I guess we’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow, then?” Leo says.

“Sure thing,” Phichit answers as he starts to walk back over to Yuuri, who’s standing near the elevator and looking incredibly uncomfortable.

Leo turns to Guang Hong and sighs.

“I get it, but it kind of sucks that he’s missing out on your senior debut celebratory dinner,” he says.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Guang Hong protests as they walk out of the hotel and onto the sidewalk.

“If you say so,” Leo agrees with a fond smile.

That smile.

It’s been two years since Phichit sent him that picture - the one that Leo laughed about when they finally told him, the one Guang Hong still secretly has saved on his phone - and he still gets butterflies at the sight of that smile.

He knows his feelings are growing. If he keeps on like this, eventually, he’ll have to do something about them. He knows, and he can’t stop it.

It hurts, a little. Sometimes. Mostly, it’s okay. He really likes Leo, and he really does appreciate their friendship. But, sometimes…

He can’t help but wonder what it would be like, to have Leo that way. Like… a boyfriend way. To hold his hand, and kiss his cheek, and whatever else couples do. He thinks about it, sometimes, and in those moments of imagination, his chest hurts and his throat tightens up as soon as he remembers that Leo won’t ever want that, too.

“You remember where we’re going, right?”

He startles at Leo’s voice intruding his thoughts.

“Um, yeah,” he answers quickly. “Phichit said it’s only a block away from the hotel. A Mexican place.”

“Ugh, Phichit would,” Leo mocks disgust. “That stuff they sell is not real Mexican food, I promise you that.”

Guang Hong tries not to stare at the adorable way he wrinkles his nose.

“We don’t have to go there,” he points out. “There’s an entire city of restaurants to choose from. You’re American, you pick something.”

Leo laughs.

“I’ve never been to Seattle,” he says. “I don’t know what’s good around here. Maybe we can ask the locals.”

Leo’s probably joking, but it doesn’t sound like that bad of an idea, actually.

“Why not?” Guang Hong agrees.

Leo blinks, then grins.

“Let’s go, then!”

Laughing, they rush up to the nearest person who doesn’t look like a tourist, and they’re pointed to some seafood restaurant that’s supposedly to die for. Apparently, it’s a bit of a walk, but totally worth it, if the man can be believed.

Somewhere on the way, Leo grabs Guang Hong’s hand and uses it to pull him along. It’s a little unprompted - Guang Hong was totally keeping up with him - but he’s definitely not going to say anything about it to Leo.

He’s taking what he can get, at this point.

He knows Leo will never actually like him that way. For one thing, Leo is 18 years old, ready to graduate high school, and Guang Hong is just 16. He’s still a kid, compared to Leo. They’re friends, and equals, but Guang Hong knows it’s just not the same when you add romantic feelings to the mix - especially to Americans.

And that’s the thing. They’re friends. That kind of stuff has probably never occurred to Leo in connection to Guang Hong, and he doesn’t want to mess up what they’ve had for two years, now.

So he’ll hold Leo’s hand as a joke, and let go of it when they reach the restaurant, and pretend like his feelings don’t exist.

Because, for all Leo knows, they don’t.

Plain and simple.

…

“Okay, okay,” Leo laughs. He shifts around to sit cross-legged on the bed. “Guang Hong: truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Guang Hong says quietly. He rolls over onto his stomach and crosses his legs in the air behind him.

“You always pick truth,” Phichit complains.

“It’s easier.”

“I’ve got it,” Leo smirks. “Okay, what was your first kiss like?”

Guang Hong looks up in shock.

Leo… Leo didn’t just ask him what his first kiss was like, did he?

“My,” he starts. He clears his throat. “My first kiss?”

“Yeah, man,” Leo says. “And don’t be stingy on the details, I wanna know everything!”

Guang Hong frantically looks over his shoulder at Phichit, who shrugs helplessly.

Tell him, Phichit urges with his eyes.

But he’ll think I’m weird! Guang Hong sends back.

Phichit rolls his eyes - Guang Hong knows what that means.

“Uh, guys? What’s going on?”

He turns back around with a sigh, burying his face in his hands.

It’s okay. It’s not weird. Leo won’t think he’s weird.

“There are no details,” he says, the words slightly muffled by his palms.

“… what do you mean, ‘there’s no details?’”

Guang Hong slowly lowers his hands, though he can feel the heat rushing to his face.

“I’ve never been kissed,” he shrugs awkwardly, going for casual and probably failing.

Leo’s looking at him… strangely.

“No way,” he says.  

“I know, I know, I’m 17, I should have - ”

“No, that’s not what I mean,” Leo interrupts. “I mean, you’re… you. How can someone never have wanted to kiss you before?”

What.

No, no, Leo is just saying, like, in general, right? Not talking about himself.

Definitely not talking about himself. Get over yourself, Guang Hong.

“Maybe they have,” Guang Hong defends. “But I don’t want to kiss them. I want to kiss… someone I like.”

“Okay, new truth,” Leo says. “Since that one didn’t work out. Do you like anyone, right now?”

“What are we, middle schoolers?” Guang Hong tries to joke.

“Come on, Guang Hong, tell us!” Phichit joins in.

Guang Hong sighs, defeated.

“Yeah,” he answers. He knows his cheeks are bright red, by now.

“Aww, Guang Hong’s got a crush,” Leo laughs. “Our boy is all grown up.”

“I always knew this day would come,” Phichit says, wiping a fake tear.

I’ve had a crush for three years now, you idiot.

“Whatever,” Guang Hong mumbles. He refuses to make eye contact with Leo, sure that his blush would only darken if they looked at each other.

“Well, come on, who is it?” Leo asks.

Guang Hong panics. If Leo ever found out, he would be done for. He could lie, and say it’s someone else, or he could -

“You only get one question at a time, Leo,” Phichit reminds him.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

“Ah, whatever,” Leo relents. “Your turn, Phichit.”

“Okay… Leo! Truth or dare?”

…

Leo looks beautiful, standing on the tallest podium with a gold medal around his neck. He’s smiling broadly - god, that smile - and he’s never looked more like he belongs somewhere than now.

“Ji, look at the camera!”

Guang Hong tears his eyes away from Leo and turns his face towards the photographer, holding up his bronze and letting his own smile through.

“Distracted by my dazzling beauty, were you?” Leo teases over the music, still facing forward.

Yes, always, is the answer on Guang Hong’s lips, but he knows how to catch himself by now.

“You wish,” he retorts instead.

Leo laughs.

“I know, I’m hot stuff.”

Guang Hong rolls his eyes.

“The medalists will now take a victory lap around the rink,” the announcer says over the speakers. “Please give them a round of applause.”

Guang Hong turns around and steps off of the podium onto the ice, the other two following suit behind him.

It’s a minute or two longer before they actually get to the lap, because the photographer wanted to talk to them about a few things, but eventually they’re skating close to the edge of the rink, waving at the crowd.

Leo comes up behind him and casually slings an arm around his shoulder. Guang Hong forces himself to keep breathing normally at the contact. They’re so close, pressed together at the sides, and he’s leaning down to say something -

“You did amazing, by the way,” Leo whispers.

Guang Hong doesn’t even bother trying to hold back his blush at the words. A warm feeling fills his chest, along with the little pang that comes whenever Leo does something like that.

“Thanks,” he whispers back. “You, too, Mr. Gold Medalist.”

Leo grins and squeezes him closer before skating off ahead of him.

Guang Hong thinks he’s in love.

…

As he makes his way up the stairwell, Guang Hong takes out his phone and looks again at the text Leo sent him.

Leo: hey do u wanna come up to the roof with me?

He wonders why they can’t just meet in one of their hotel rooms. It’s probably really cold outside, and Guang Hong really doesn’t want to freeze to death while he’s talking to Leo.

But it’s Leo, so of course he said yes.

He finally reaches the final landing, where there’s a door with a sign stating “Rooftop Access.” Huddling into his coat to prepare for the cold, he turns the door handle and steps out into the night.

Leo’s already there, leaning against the railing with his forearms on the edge. He’s facing away from Guang Hong, so the printed “USA” on the back of his jacket is on full display.

He doesn’t seem to notice Guang Hong’s arrival, because he’s just staring up at the sky.

That’s okay.

Guang Hong could probably watch Leo do nothing for hours.

But he must have texted him up here for a reason, so Guang Hong gently closes the door behind him, and walks over to stand beside Leo.

“Hi,” he says.

Leo doesn’t look over, just smiles slowly.

“Hey,” he says quietly.

The air around them feels… serious, or heavy, or something. Weighted with unrealized potential.

Guang Hong studies the silhouette of Leo’s face.

“Why’d you text me?”

“It’s really pretty, up here.”

Guang Hong turns to look.

It is really pretty. Though the city lights drown out a lot of the stars, the visible clouds blend into the dark sky to create a peaceful gradient, gradually shifting with the wind. It looks like a watercolor painting.

“It is,” he agrees.

A breeze floats past, and they both shiver a little.

Leo doesn’t say anything for a while.

Guang Hong doesn’t say anything for a while.

They just look up into the darkness, at the few stars scattered there, at the hazy serenity of twilight. The only sounds come from the distant city below them.

Guang Hong’s heart is beating rapidly, and his stomach is tightening in anticipation, though he doesn’t know why.

He looks back at Leo, and finds that Leo is looking back at him.

Leo looks more sure, though, like he’s in on something important. Like he knows what’s happening, or at least why it’s happening. He’s looking at Guang Hong like he’s the secret that needs keeping.

Guang Hong feels like he should be nervous.

But he’s just… calm. He trusts Leo.

Leo is turning towards him, now, letting his hands drop to his sides. He’s looking at Guang Hong, and Guang Hong is looking back, and Leo’s inching closer until their noses are nearly touching, and then he’s leaning closer still until their lips are touching.

Guang Hong blinks a few times, but his eyes stay open, in the end. Leo’s do, too.

His heart is still pounding away in his chest, and his stomach is all twisted in knots, he’s sure. He can hardly believe this is happening, that Leo is - that they’re -

So this is what a kiss feels like.

Leo’s mouth is soft, he thinks, and warm, and still. His eyes haven’t left Guang Hong’s, and though the rest of him is calm, they reveal everything.

Leo is scared, like Guang Hong. Leo is excited, like Guang Hong. Leo is nervous, and happy, and shy, like Guang Hong.

He slowly pulls away, and Guang Hong has to force himself not to chase after him.

Leo swallows, eyes roaming over Guang Hong’s face.

Guang Hong opens his mouth, and it takes him a few seconds to find his voice.

“What was that,” he whispers.

Leo turns his head back to look at the sky.

“I think,” he says.

Guang Hong waits.

“I feel,” Leo starts over, “I feel like I love you.”

“How?” Guang Hong breathes. “What does it feel like?”

Leo turns again to him.

“It feels like music,” he says. “It’s everywhere at once. In my heart. In my head. In my soul. It feels like… like the cheesiest song you’ve ever heard, and the saddest song you’ve ever heard, and the craziest song you’ve ever heard, all at once. That’s what it feels like.”

Guang Hong can hardly breathe.

That’s what he feels, when he’s with Leo, or talking to him, or thinking about him. It can’t - it can’t be right. Leo can’t love him.

Five years.

Five years since Guang Hong first saw that smile. Five years of thinking - knowing that Leo would never think of him that way.

Where did he go so wrong?

Because it seems so obvious, now. Leo feels the same way he does. He just kissed him on the roof, and told him he feels like he loves him, and it feels right. It feels like it was supposed to happen, all along, and they both knew it, somehow.

So Guang Hong says, “I love you.”

And Leo smiles, god, he smiles so brightly, and reaches a finger up to tentatively brush Guang Hong’s cheek, just under his eye. Guang Hong raises his own hand to cover Leo’s, tilting his head into the touch, and tries to give a smile as brilliant as Leo’s.

Leo leans down again, and kisses him again, and this time, they both close their eyes.

Guang Hong feels like he’s going to explode. It feels like every emotion he’s ever felt is bubbling up inside of him, and any minute now, they’ll get out of control and boil over, with nothing to keep them in check.

Five years of mooning over Leo, of cursing his smile, of loving him hopelessly, brought to a halt by a simple kiss on the roof of a hotel.

And nothing has ever been more worth it.

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For @leojiweek, Leo’s Birthday ↔•↔ Choreography.  I picked out Leo’s Birthday, sorry it’s bit late.

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[forgetmenotsandroses]

Day is night when I’m with you

A/N: So... *clears throat* THIS IS FOR @slightlystalesushirolls WHO IS A MAGICAL PERSON!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FRIEND,,, THEY ARE THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE (besides Phichit Chulanont) AND DESERVE BETTER PROBABLY BUT THIS IS WHAT I’VE GOT AND I THINK IT’S PRETTY OKAY. Uh. Yeah. Go check out their awesome stuff. And read this if you’d like. 

Leoji week prompt (August 3): first meeting

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GUANG HONG

Before everything, before Guang Hong realizes he's in love, before late night conversations and agonizing time zones, Guang Hong meets Leo. It's a disaster of spectacular proportions.

Two skaters with passion and potential, ready to face the world, in a head-to-head collision. Literally. Guang Hong has his brain in the clouds, but his feet on the ground when he neatly ploughs through Leo de la Iglesia, a skater much like himself at a café near the rink. Though there are surface differences, both are out of place, a Mexican-American and a Chinese kid thrown into the jumble of competitive skating, getting breakfast in Canada, and wondering what, exactly, they are doing. Here for a debut, but still trying to find themselves between layers of extravagant fabric and the cold surface of the ice. None of this registers with Guang Hong, probably because he's too busy wiping up ketchup and pieces of omelette while stuttering apologies to notice. Neither of them really realize for awhile, actually. But life is built on surprises. This meeting, and this friendship are no different.

LEO

Leo laughs it off, of course. His worldview is too sunny and optimistic to let a scattered lunch and a fall have much impact. Isn't this one of the Chinese skaters, anyways? Someone around his age is always good to meet, regardless of how. As Guang Hong sputters and apologizes, Leo's mind has already taken a different course.

"You must be Guang Hong! Are you also making your debut this year? I'm Leo, by-the-way. A junior, like you unless I've made a mistake. Sorry if I have!"

The looks of confusion and disbelief crossing the other boy's face makes Leo want to smile. He's definitely determined to make a new friend."Well? I know I've seen you somewhere…"

"Y-yeah. I'm Guang Hong."

"So are you making your debut?"

"I guess? I really have no idea what I'm doing, though."

Leo laughs, almost barking like a seal, and just like that, the tension is gone. As Guang Hong fusses and pays for damages, Leo ponders what a friendship might mean.

Apart from his family and friends at home, he's never truly had an overseas correspondence, not even a pen pal. And it can be hard to compete with people you're close to. Will this be too difficult to maintain? He's so wrapped up in his thoughts, that he almost misses what Guang Hong asks him next."--and so I was thinking I could get you a lunch to make up for this mess?"It's Leo's turn to stutter and look slightly dumbfounded."S-sure. Sounds great!"

GUANG HONG

Later at the hotel, the panic kicks in. Did he just…? He did. Shit. Even though Guang Hong knows that this isn't a date, he's still nervous. Leo (he has a name for that cute boy he's been seeing at the rink!) has been a distant competitor, and possible rival until now.

Guang Hong cringes. The way egg flew into Leo's hair and milk spilled all over the floor… He's glad Leo was so kind about it. Right. Time to refocus; this isn't just dinner with a cute boy, this is a sincere apology. It's then he realizes: he forgot to ask for a number. Luckily, he has a source who knows just how he can get it.

"Phichit! Where are the American skaters staying?"

Phichit laughs at his flustered face and gently pats Guang Hong's head.

"The Americans, huh? I know you've had your eye on one of them for awhile, but this is forward for even you!"

Guang Hong glares at his friend."It's not like that! I accidentally ruined his breakfast so I told him I'd repay him by taking him out--"

Phichit screams.

"YOU ASKED HIM OUT?"

"--but I have no idea how to contact him!"

After he gives Phichit the whole story, he finally wheedles the name of the hotel that the Americans are staying in. (Phichit, of course, is not appeased by Guang Hong's insisting that it's just an apology dinner, and vows to plan the wedding.)

LEO

When Guang Hong shows up huffing and puffing at his hotel room (how he even knew what hotel they were staying at is a mystery), Leo wordlessly invites him in. It's then he learns that Guang Hong has been roaming around for two and a half hours in downtown Toronto attempting to find the hotel.After Leo invites him in, he pours the gasping human being before him a glass of water and wonders why anyone would go to such lengths to find him.

It's not like Leo doesn't have people he loves, and who love him in return. It's that he's just Leo de la Iglesia, yet another American skater in an endless line of them. He doesn't even know who he wants to be in this world! How he's gotten this far is beyond him, really. He's not really worth much of anything, let alone a gesture this nice. As quickly as these musings appear, his brain shocks him back into the real world, lest he lose track of what Guang Hong is saying like he did the first time they met.

"So after I figured out which hotel you were staying at, I looked it up. It looked really close on google maps, but then I missed a turn while I was walking and ended up going in completely wrong direction! I didn't even realize my mistake until I was pretty far in…"

"Wow! I'm sorry you had to put in so much effort to find me. So, what did you come here for?"

An unmistakable blush rises to Guang Hong's cheeks. Leo panics.

"N-Not that I mind or anything! I'm sorry that question was really rude after all the trouble you went to!"

"No! Don't apologize! I mean, I guess I did come pretty randomly but I, uh, needed to ask for your number."

"What?"

"Not for anything creepy! But since I still need to repay you for knocking into you this morning I figured it'd be easier if--"

"--you had my number. Oh."

They exchange phone numbers fairly quickly after that, and Leo plays a good host, offering Guang Hong snacks and water before he leaves. It's the least he can do, he figures. After the other skater is gone, he puzzles about the visit. There's something stirring in his chest, unfamiliar and strange.

GUANG HONG

Nervous and pacing, he calls Phichit for what feels like the hundredth time to confirm that reservations have been made for the trendy restaurant he's taking Leo to. He's glad he has Phichit. Supportive and fast, he not only helped him pick out a restaurant, but also helped him choose what to wear for this… apology meal. Guang Hong smiles, thinking about Phichit's reaction to one of his shirts in the hotel room.

"And  Ji Guang Hong, whatever you do, I forbid you to wear that awful bear shirt! It does nothing for your eyes, or society as a whole! I'm warning you, I will soak it in kerosene and light it on fire if given the chance!"

Thinking about his friend's emotional outburst gives him just enough courage to text Leo. Leo replies promptly, and soon they're on their way to the restaurant.

LEO

He has Guang Hong in stitches from the beginning. To break the tension, Leo tells a funny story about his cousin's painful rendition of "Last Christmas", a song Guang Hong is delighted by because he actually knows it.

They spend a few minutes admiring the Canadian scenery before the taxi arrives at their destination. As promised, the restaurant is in the heart of the city, some hipster place with a menu of foods Leo has never even heard of. (What's 'joke pork roast', and why is it paired with stuffed quail feet and 'mushroom caviar'?)

Despite his efforts, there's an awkward stretch of time when the food has not yet come.

Guang Hong surprises him however, and strikes up a conversation about their lives at home.

As they compare and contrast their families, coaches, and training, Leo feels a shift. He's having fun! The atmosphere is welcoming and warm, they haven't run out of things to talk about, and Guang Hong seems to feel the same. Guang Hong… He's genuine and sweet, and cute in a way that Leo hasn't realized about before. Which brings him down to earth. This isn't a date, but does he want it to be?

GUANG HONG

In spite of time differences and packed schedules, they become close. Guang Hong feels lucky to have found such a friend. And unlucky too. Because being good friends doesn't really seem to have left a lot of room for romance, if any at all.

He's falling in love, and it's anything but slow. Leo's voice, his hair, his bright smiles, and even the fact that he plays the guitar have become overwhelmingly attractive. Guang Hong is hurtling toward the ground at an alarming rate, and Leo doesn't even seem to notice.

When Leo calls next, Guang Hong promises himself, he will say what's been on his mind.

LEO

Leo calls Guang Hong as usual. He wonders if this is what it feels like to be in love.

Leo's reminded of Guang Hong constantly, from small things, like seeing someone with the same hair colour, to talking with him and wondering what it would be like, just once, to hold hands. There are times he wants to be with him so desperately that he's afraid his heart will break. If this is love, it's a lot more painful than the story books make it out to be.

GUANG HONG

"And, um. That's how I feel. About you. If you feel differently that's okay! But tell me if you like me back. Like, later I guess. Bye."

"Wait--"

Guang Hong hangs up quickly, and wonders what he could've done differently. What if Leo doesn't even like him? He can be so oblivious, even though Guang Hong's been so blatantly obvious lately, hinting at every chance.

He wants to believe they have something, but at this point, everything seems like it's been viciously taken out and thrown into the open air.

LEO

It's nearly five when Leo goes to sleep, mind and heart racing. He's not completely sure how to feel about this new information, but in the light of day, he knows he will say yes.

GUANG HONG

What did he just do? Leo hasn't called back. What the fuck did he just do?

LEO

That's it. He's doing it.

"Hello?"

"Leo!"

"Um, about what you said yesterday."

"Yeah! That! It's totally okay if you don't like me back, you know. I really don't want to ruin our friendship and I--"

"Guang Hong." Leo cuts him off, and takes a deep, nervous breath before continuing.

"I feel… Honestly? Sometimes when we talk, I think my heart is going to explode."

Guang Hong's laugh is nothing short of a revelation to Leo. Because yes, the pain and ache are part of love. But so is this joy, so is this lightness. He is reborn.

GUANG HONG

The way Leo's fingers dance over the guitar strings, effortless and graceful and so beautiful that Guang Hong can't help but smile. Everything about Leo is passion, from the love he radiates for his family, to the way the blades of his skates clash against the ice, and to the intensity of his gaze which surprises even Guang Hong, who thinks he knows Leo best.

LEO

How the words spill fast out of Guang Hong's lips, chattering about everything and nothing. As Guang Hong rambles about pop culture and philosophy, Leo finds that he can't look away. His love could fill and ocean and his heart is overflowing. A word repeats itself over and over in his head. Home… A voice whispers. This is where you belong.

#leoji #leojiweeek #fluff #yoi #yuri!!! on ice #leo de la iglesia #ji guang hong #trin writes #sorry abt the cheese-y title hazel #BUT HAPPY BELATED BORTH MY FRAND

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@leojiweek

2017 August 4: Domesticity ↔•↔ Reunion

I tried colouring it, but I prefer just the lineart. If someone want to colour this, just ask.

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[museicaliteacup]

Pairing: Leo de la Iglesia/Guang-Hong Ji Characters: Leo de la Iglesia, Guang-Hong Ji, cameo by Yuri Plisetsky Rating: General Length: 3829 words Additional tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Glee Club, Prom, Suits, Established Relationship, Injury Recovery A/N: Second contribution to Leoji Week 2.0!! This is set in this high school glee club AU that @delicadenza​ and I have been headcanoning like mad over the past couple of months, and is intentionally presented without much context because there’s about 290845 years worth of plot that comes before it and hasn’t been fic-ified yet; I just got really excited when I saw the prompt lmao. Dedicated to Meg, who is a gem with the most amazing song suggestions and character development and shenanigans always ♥ Prompt: @leojiweek Day 4: Clothing/Suits

Summary:

Progress Report: Guanghong's Misadventures in Bowtie Tying, by Leo de la Iglesia

Attempt No. 17

Outcome: Guanghong lost his grip on the second fold, then on the whole thing when he panicked and shifted his occupied hand to try and fix it. Stumbled into the desk and knocked a teddy bear onto the floor. Thankfully, he did not poke me in the throat this time round.

Flush: spreading beyond the cheeks.

Cause: of the clumsiness?

Still trying to determine whether it is, in fact, me.

(Or, Leo and Guanghong get ready for prom together.)

#leoji #leo de la iglesia #guang hong ji #leojiweek2017 #leoji week #leoji writing tag #my writing #yuri!!! on ice #fic: tuxedos and teddy bears

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Birthday Surprises

Prompt: Leo's Birthday

Ft: Leo’s birthdays through the years, slight (very slight) angst and the best birthday persent for Leo.

(AO3 link coming asap)

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Word count: 929

“Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear me, happy birthday to me.”

Leo blew out the candle on the cupcake sadly, leaning on the table with a sigh. The issues of being abroad for his birthday was timezones, meaning he wouldn’t get a call from his family until the next day.

Hopefully.

—

“Happy Birthday Leo!”

He waved at his family through the screen, barely everyone fitting in. Even his grandparents were there, bouncing a twin each on their knees. They’d grown up so much since the last time he’d seen them in person and couldn’t wait to see them at the end of the week.

“I’ll be home soon, then you can hug me in person.”

The suggestion was met with cheers and laughter all round, his mother pulling his father in close.

—

“LEO!”

JJ skated up to the rinkside wall, Otabek skating a little behind him. Shrugging off his jacket, he felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up from his skateguards to see them smiling at him.

“We’re leaving practice early today, coach said we can.”

“What?”

“We’re going shopping.”

He straightened up, looking at JJ in disbelief.

“Birthday treat.”

Otabek took a sip from his water bottle before placing it on the rink wall and gesturing towards the ice.

“Coming? The more practice we get in now, the more time we have later to go shop.”

Nodding, he watched as they skated away. A smile spread across his face at the realisation that he would have the afternoon free to be a teen with his friends.

—

“Leo… Leo… wakey wakey.”

He groaned, pushing the hand brushing his hair out of his face. Wrapping himself further into his duvet, he mumbled something about being left to sleep.

“Leo I will empty a bowl of water onto your head.”

“I’m awake.”

Sitting up, he untangled himself from his blankets, glancing at the clock.

Looked away.

Looked back again.

“Mama, why on Earth have you woken me up at five in the morning?”

“Shhh, quick, get dressed and meet me by the front door. Try not to wake up your siblings or Papa.”

Just like that, she was gone, a glimpse of her skirt all he got before the door closed. Still utterly confused, he grabbed jeans and a pastel yellow t-shirt, pulling them on before running a brush through his hair. Picking up a flower crown and socks as an afterthought, he opened his door, wincing as it creaked. Leo padded down the hall, he made his way downstairs to wait by the front door. He sat down, pulling on his socks, followed by a pair of high-tops.

“Here, put on your jacket and let’s go.”

His mother helped him up and hurried him out to her car, not the minivan they used to all get around. Strapping himself in, he used the mirror to put his flower crown into position. The car started and they pulled out of the driveway, the radio coming to life.

“Whereabouts are we going?”

“To collect one of your birthday presents.”

“What?”

“We’re going to pick up one of your presents.”

When she offered no other explanation, he settled back into his seat and pulled out his phone, answering various birthday messages. Taking a selfie, he posted it, thanking everyone for their messages, gifts and support. Yet he couldn’t shake a sense of unease, even as he scrolled through Instagram and T-

Oh.

Opening up his conversation with Guang-Hong, he realised that they hadn’t texted each other since the morning before, exchanging cheesy pick up lines and photos of their days. He’d seen nothing on Instagram either, and a quick check on his profile showed that he hadn’t posted anything since the day before either. Maybe he’d simply slept in?

“Good job we don’t live far away from the airport eh?”

Frowning, he looked up to see that indeed they were at the airport for some reason. His mother found a parking space before getting a ticket, eagerly checking her phone, which was incredibly strange because she never really used it.

“Alright, let’s go.”

“Wha-”

Leo found himself being pulled out of the car and towards the airport. He was dragged through various corridors by his mother, and he made a note never to underestimate people because of their height.

“Not long now.”

“Mama, seriously, why are we stood in the arrivals hall?”

“You’ll see.”

Sitting down in a chair, he pulled out his phone and sent a text to Phichit.

L: Been dragged to the airport by mama and don’t know why send help pls

P: Nah, trust me, you want to be there

L: Oh my god you two have been conspiring behind my back haven’t you

P: Nope

P: But seriously, you’re gonna love it

L: Everyone’s being so mysterious ;-;

P: Enjoy :D

Realising he wasn’t going to get any more answers from Phichit, he slipped his phone into his pocket.

“Leo, ready?”

“Eh?”

She pointed to the flights board and that’s when he realised what was going on.

Guang-Hong was coming to see him.

“LEO!”

With a shriek, he leapt up and sprinted towards the small figure running towards him. Leo wrapped his arms around Guang-Hong, lifting him into the air. Guang-Hong dropped his luggage and grabbed his cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss. He ran his fingers through his hair, leaving gentle kisses across Guang-Hong’s cheeks and nose until they were both giggling. He rested his forehead against the others’, smiling in delight.

“Hey.”

“Happy birthday Leo.”

“Happy birthday indeed.”

I’m going to be completely honest, I didn’t realise it was Leoji week until today so this is a quick little thing, looking forward to the rest of the week ^.^

#leojiweek2017 #leoji #leo de la iglesia #guang hong ji #otabek altin #jean jacques leroy #phichit chulanont #Leo's family

[slightlystalesushirolls]

For @leojiweek’s August 6th prompt: Hunger

In which Leo discovers the magnificent invention that is pineapple buns!!!

@forgetmenotsandroses and I saw so many of those fake texts and we decided to try something like that, except on a Chinese messenger app called WeChat that’s similar to LINE and KakaoTalk where you can customise, use stickers, and all that jazz~~~

-Guang Hong’s nickname for Leo is “gentle chili flake” and Leo’s for Guang Hong is “❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️”

Part 2: slightlystalesushirolls.tumblr.com/post/163898883969/for-leojiweeks-august-6th-prompt-hunger (i’m posting through a vpn server(in china on vacation)that i could only download on mobile so i can’t insert hyperlinks, thank you for understanding)

#leoji week #leojiweek2017 #leoji #fake texts #leo de la iglesia #ji guang hong #ji guang-hong #ji guanghong #guang hong ji #guang-hong ji #guanghong ji #yuri on ice #yoi #yuri!!! on ice #forgetmenotsandroses #mine

[ask-guanghongji]

@leojiweek day4: Pining/Love Answer My Text, You Dick.

#leoji #leojiweek2017 #ji guanghong #leo de la iglesia #yuri on ice #leoji week #i'm proud of that texting gif lol

[prettysei-remade]

The Moments to Come

Written for @leojiweek 2017: Day 7 

Prompt: Guang Hong learns Spanish/Teddy Bears

read on ao3

Leo leans his head back on the headboard, settling into place as Guang Hong curls into his side. His outside leg is bent, knee in the air, and his arm is wrapped tightly around Guang Hong's shoulder.

He studies the familiar room, with its movie posters plastered the walls, loud pink curtains over the windows, bulletin board covered with postcards and pictures.

There are stuffed animals scattered everywhere, too, accumulated over the years and placed anywhere they'll fit. Some of the big ones are on the floor along the wall, and a lot of smaller ones are collected on shelves, and dressers, and things.

Leo grins, and reaches to pick up a little blue teddy bear from the nightstand.

“Tell me the story?” he asks.

Guang Hong sighs, but takes the bear with a smile.

“My grandmother gave me this one,” he says, “after my first medal at a competition. I was probably… ten, I think. I was really proud of that bronze.”

Leo picks up another plushie off the nightstand, this time a white dog with red on its paws.

“And this one?” he says.

Guang Hong patiently takes that one, as well.

“Valentine's Day, when I was thirteen,” he says. “Someone at school wrapped it in a box and left it on my desk, but they didn't leave a note or anything. I never found out who gave it to me.”

Leo pulls him closer, pressing a kiss to his hair. He raises a hand to point lazily at a giant, rainbow-colored bear sitting conspicuously in the far corner of the room.

“And that one?” he asks.

“I've told you this one before,” Guang Hong scolds quietly. “My mom gave it to me when I was fifteen, after I came out to her.”

Leo hums, his eyes landing on a pink teddy bear prominently displayed on Guang Hong's bookshelf.

He laughs, pointing to it.

“And that?” he teases.

Guang Hong giggles, pressing a quick kiss to Leo's cheek before pulling away and walking over to get it.

He smiles fondly at the bear as he returns to the bed. He lies on his back, resting his head on Leo's lap.

“My boyfriend gave me this one,” he smirks. “When I beat him for silver at the Grand Prix Final.”

“You probably didn't beat him by that much,” Leo huffs, sitting up fully.

“It was by quite a lot, I'm afraid,” Guang Hong sighs amusedly.

Leo ruffles his hair.

“Shut up,” he mumbles good-naturedly.

Guang Hong laughs, grabbing a stuffed purple bunny from the pile on the end of his bed.

“He gave me this one, too,” he says.

“You must have a pretty great boyfriend,” Leo says.

Guang Hong looks up.

“I must have,” he says softly.

Leo leans down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, smiling at the way Guang Hong's eyes fall shut at the gesture.

He straightens, then reaches to grab a handful of the smallest stuffed animals, dropping them unceremoniously on Guang Hong's chest.

Guang Hong's eyes flutter open in surprise.

“Hey!” he protests, pouting.

“Tell me?” Leo says, motioning to the small mountain of animals.

The corner of Guang Hong's mouth twitches, and he pretends to be reluctant as he picks up the first one, a cheap Hello Kitty plushie.

“You got me this one, too,” he says, rolling his eyes. “When we went to Japan for Worlds, a couple of years ago.”

He drops it on the bed, replacing it with a small yellow bear a little smaller than his palm, attached to a key chain.

“You know pretty much all the ones on my bed are from you, right?” he asks.

“I know,” Leo says. “I like hearing you talk about them.”

Guang Hong raises an eyebrow, but continues.

“This was from a Chicago airport,” he says.

He picks up another one.

“Pyeongchang, 2018,” he smiles.

Another one.

“My 18th birthday.”

And another.

“You gave me this one on Valentine's Day.”

His smile grows larger with every explanation, and he gazes fondly at Leo between each one.

Leo can't help it. He bends down to brush his lips over Guang Hong's forehead again, then his temple, his cheekbone, his nose, his lips.

Guang Hong presses into the sideways kiss, letting his eyes close slowly. His eyelashes tickle the side of Leo's face, and he reaches a hand up to cup Leo's cheek.

His tongue presses gently at the seam of Leo's lips, and Leo parts his mouth, allowing the patient exploration to take control of his senses.

Every time they kiss, Leo feels like he's falling, falling, falling down the rabbit hole, and Guang Hong is waiting at the bottom, ready to catch him when he lands. He feels like he's drowning in the deepest, fiercest ocean, and Guang Hong is the lifeboat, come to rescue him.

Every time they kiss, it feels like Leo is handing his heart over to Guang Hong, and he trusts him, with everything he is, to keep it safe.

Leo slowly pulls away, just a little, panting slightly.

His back is just starting to ache from leaning over for so long, but he ignores it in favor of staying close enough to hear Guang Hong's quiet huffs of breath.

He swallows as Guang Hong drops his hand back onto the bed, blinking up at him.

“Hello,” Leo whispers.

Guang Hong smiles softly up at him.

“Hello,” he whispers back.

Leo pushes his fingers through Guang Hong's hair before lowering himself onto his back, into his original position.

Guang Hong rolls over onto his side so he's facing him, his cheek on Leo's thigh, a fond expression on his face.

“I love you,” he says.

Leo's falling, and drowning, and everything he is belongs to Guang Hong -

“I love you, too,” Leo says.

Guang Hong hums contentedly and picks up one of the little bears that fell off of his chest, running a finger down the front of it.

“You bought me this one on our first date,” he says.

And on, and on, and on he tells the story of them.

It's given in mismatched bits and pieces, wonderfully out of order, and a lot of it is missing.

But it's nice, and it's warm, and it's theirs.

And it's more than they ever could've hoped for.

#leojiweek2017 #leojiweek #ruby writes #ruby originals #fic #leoji