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Welcome to all winter athletes! This Winter Games is screaming for fic. Lots and lots of fic. So let's give them what they want! The set up is easy! Just (anonymously) post your favorite pairing, threesome, groupsome, etc., and a kink. All prompts are welcome, not just the kinky ones. If someone is interested,

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Amazing 1/2

[anonymous]

(Altering reality here because I'm pretty sure Adam was never in Vancouver.)

Kim Yu-Na was in the eye of the hurricane - between the thrill of last night's victory, and the inevitable tornado of interviews, press conferences, and media appearances that were to come. She snuck a peek out of the edge of her eye, over to the wavy gold object with it's broad blue ribbon, but found her gaze flicking away just as quickly, as if ignoring it might make it go away. The hope that it would made Yu-Na feel a little guilty - you really weren't supposed to wish gold medals away. But things had already gotten so out of control that she couldn't even train in Korea, and that one disc of medal would possibly send them even more out of control.

A jaunty rapping at the door interrupted her guilty thoughts, and Yu-Na quickly stood up to go answer it. She had thought some time alone before the press would do her good, but with that thing around, she didn't feel alone at all. Opening the door, she was surprised to see not her coach or one of the many officials that had been whisking her around lately, but the bright eyes and blond curls of her training partner Adam.

“Yu-Na!” Adam flew in without hesitation, with a literal bounce in his step. “Sorry I didn't say hi last night - I didn't even know I'd get to come until like yesterday, and I didn't want to distract you before your skate, but ohmygod it was all so amazing wasn't it? I mean, you were amazing, Mao was amazing, Joannie was heartbreakingly amazing, everyone was amazing. I started crying right there in the audience and thought the people around me were going to think: 'omg wtf is up with this guy?'” (Here Adam pronounced each letter of the acronyms in a rush.) “But they didn't! Some of them were crying too! It was such a wonderful feeling in the audience; I can't even imagine what it was like on the actual ice. Was it as amazing as that or more?”

Yu-Na couldn't help the little laugh that escaped her then. Because Adam only reminded her that it had felt that amazing last night, when she finished her program and even as she watched the others. The sneaking feeling of dread hadn't started until she'd noticed Mao's solemn face on the podium, and the way the Japanese girl's composure slowly began to crack afterwards. A silver medal shouldn't drive anyone to tears, unless they were happy ones, but there were parts of Japan that wouldn't be happy with Mao's second place finish, especially to a Korean. And just like Japan would overreact to Mao's “failure”, Yu-Na knew Korea was going to overreact to her own success-

“Yu-Na?” Adam was looking at her with concern, and she realized she hadn't even answered him, not really. He put an arm over her shoulder, giving her a little half hug.

“Oh - yes it really was. Amazing, I mean.” She giggled a little, repeating the word he'd already used so many times. “I was crying too, did you see? On the TV and everything, I didn't think I would, but I couldn't help myself.” If only she could return to that joyful feeling again, but the euphoria had faded away so quickly. Adam's arm around her, thin yet strong, brought a little of that feeling back, or at least a similar thrilling emotion, but Yu-Na knew better than get too invested in that. Adam was one of her best friends, adorable, sweet, talented, and so very clearly gay. After her teenage crush on Johnny Weir, she knew better than to pine after that kind of boy, though it was nice to pretend sometimes.

Letting her trademark grin fall into place, she turned to face Adam more directly, taking in his almost angelic features. She was close even enough to smell him, even, a pleasant blend of hotel soap and the coconut scented shampoo she'd given him for Christmas. She was probably going a bit too far this time, but the memories would do well to fuel some daydreams once she was back in Korea, where all she would have of the real Adam would be encouraging texts and the occasional cell phone picture sent her way. She'd imagine herself leaning forward until her lips touched his, which were kept surprisingly supple for a boy's through the use of lip balm. Usually in her daydreams Adam would kiss back with the gusto he put into everything else he did, except now they were still, almost stunned -