[Dialogues] Too Fantastic (FSRPS, Stéphane/Johnny, PG) for elyssadc
title: Too Fantastic
fandom: Figure-skating RPS
rating: PG
pairing: Stéphane Lambiel/Johnny Weir
warnings: I know next to nothing about these people. Don't use this as research.
A/N: For elyssadc who asked me to write a dialogue between Stéphane and Johnny about Lady Gaga in this meme.
Johnny’s sprawled on the floor of the hotel room with Vogue, Balenciaga catalogs, flip-books of stills of Lady Gaga’s videos and photoshoots, and his design notebook. Somehow, he can work that Hello Kitty bow into his new line.
Fresh out of the shower, Stéphane flops on the bed to peer down at Johnny’s collection - and, Johnny knows, his derriere. He leans all the way over and pokes at one of the photographs with his fingertips. “Quel dommage. There will be no more glitter in the world for you.”
Johnny looks back over his shoulder, so very aware of how it looks. Of course he is. He has a fabulous ass and Stéphane should look at it. “Isn’t she just fantastic?”
“Is it possible to be too fantastic?” Stéphane asks, and that sly look the reporters and fans always seem to miss tells Johnny he might not be talking strictly about Lady Gaga.
Fingers first, combing through the damp fall of Stéphane’s bangs to arrange them, Johnny pulls himself upright. He folds his arms down on the bed and grins up at Stéphane, cheeky and amused. “No, but it is possible to wear too much black. Even for you and Evan.”
“Heretic.”
“I’m serious.” Making a mask with his fingers, Johnny continues, “You’re absolutely made for black with those broody bangs and Heathcliff-on-the-moors look, but the occasional splash of eggplant or sunset crimson would do wonders. Or blue. You’d look amazing in blue.” He perks up, eyes widening and excitement bubbling beneath the surface. “You should let me design your next costume!”
Stéphane laughs. “Only if you promise I won’t look like her.” His finger rests on a photo of Lady Gaga in a sparkling silver brassiere and not much else.
“You wish you could be that fabulous.” Johnny pouts just a little.
Relenting, the way he always does when Johnny pouts, Stéphane musses his hair. “No, cheri. The skating world has room for only one of you.”
At that, Johnny beams and spreads his arms. “True, but I would share my stage with you.”
ETA: If you're a Johnny fan, don't miss weirsjohnny, the new LJ comm!
fandom: Figure-skating RPS
rating: PG
pairing: Stéphane Lambiel/Johnny Weir
warnings: I know next to nothing about these people. Don't use this as research.
A/N: For elyssadc who asked me to write a dialogue between Stéphane and Johnny about Lady Gaga in this meme.
Johnny’s sprawled on the floor of the hotel room with Vogue, Balenciaga catalogs, flip-books of stills of Lady Gaga’s videos and photoshoots, and his design notebook. Somehow, he can work that Hello Kitty bow into his new line.
Fresh out of the shower, Stéphane flops on the bed to peer down at Johnny’s collection - and, Johnny knows, his derriere. He leans all the way over and pokes at one of the photographs with his fingertips. “Quel dommage. There will be no more glitter in the world for you.”
Johnny looks back over his shoulder, so very aware of how it looks. Of course he is. He has a fabulous ass and Stéphane should look at it. “Isn’t she just fantastic?”
“Is it possible to be too fantastic?” Stéphane asks, and that sly look the reporters and fans always seem to miss tells Johnny he might not be talking strictly about Lady Gaga.
Fingers first, combing through the damp fall of Stéphane’s bangs to arrange them, Johnny pulls himself upright. He folds his arms down on the bed and grins up at Stéphane, cheeky and amused. “No, but it is possible to wear too much black. Even for you and Evan.”
“Heretic.”
“I’m serious.” Making a mask with his fingers, Johnny continues, “You’re absolutely made for black with those broody bangs and Heathcliff-on-the-moors look, but the occasional splash of eggplant or sunset crimson would do wonders. Or blue. You’d look amazing in blue.” He perks up, eyes widening and excitement bubbling beneath the surface. “You should let me design your next costume!”
Stéphane laughs. “Only if you promise I won’t look like her.” His finger rests on a photo of Lady Gaga in a sparkling silver brassiere and not much else.
“You wish you could be that fabulous.” Johnny pouts just a little.
Relenting, the way he always does when Johnny pouts, Stéphane musses his hair. “No, cheri. The skating world has room for only one of you.”
At that, Johnny beams and spreads his arms. “True, but I would share my stage with you.”
ETA: If you're a Johnny fan, don't miss weirsjohnny, the new LJ comm!