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How we came to be

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Relationship: Christophe Giacometti/Christophe Giacometti's Boyfriend Characters: Christophe Giacometti, Christophe Giacometti's Boyfriend, Josef Karpisek Chapters: 1/? 

Summary:

Josef Karpisek had desparately wanted to pass the baton ever since his untimely retirement. His nephew was actually his best bet, but his sister would not let her son suffer the same fate. But at a day off at the Jura mountains, skating at the Lac de Joux, he found hope in wide green eyes and unrefined grace gliding on the ice. His hair was golden like the medals he was sure to win.

Notes:

I wanted to write something Wholesome™ for Christophe. And I love him with his boyfriend. They deserve their own Wholesome Story™. I wouldn't say slow burn at this point since I just started lol but like.... I think that's how it will play out? They knew each other for a long time before realizing their feelings for each other and taking their relationship to The Next Level. I also wanted to write something about growing up because I find Chris's character very interesting. So here we are haha!

Prologue: A Family Ordeal

Karpisek has had an eye on the boy for months. There was simply something about the little blond gliding and spinning on the ice that kept people looking at him. Like the other kids in the rink, he still had a little problem with staying focused. But once he got that fixed, he’d become Switzerland’s next big skating legend.

Karpisek hummed at the thought. The training camps and searches finally paid off. Now, Switzerland’s chance for the Grand Prix Finals gold was training under his watchful eye at the Palladium de Champery. He thought he’d drink to the wonderful discovery. But first, he had to get to his office and make the proper calls. Maybe plan a few difficult routines to show off to possible sponsors when the time comes. The wide hallways of the sports complex will be filled with the boys’ posters and achievements, it was a future he was sure of.

Keep reading on AO3!

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Gift

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice  Relationship: Christophe Giacometti/Chris's Boyfriend Word count: 799 AO3 Link: here

EDIT 2017/01/06: I have been informed that Chris does not compete in Four Continents, but in Europeans. So it has been corrected!

Summary: [ After Episode 12 drabble ] Because while most people think Christophe’s appeal comes from his bedroom eyes and overall sexual allure, his secret side was what actually got them together. “To me, you’re still that little boy playing in the Swiss meadows when I first saw you.”

The room was bare and dark, two beds pushed together for more space to move. The only light was the dim glow of the moon passing through the sides of the curtains. Huffing and shifting, quick short breaths, long drawn out groans, muffled moans, and finally, a breath of relief. The slow release of tension let the sheets droop to the edges. Spread legs inched closer and knees bent to lay torso upon torso. Exhaustion dripped into trails of sweat as the heaving of chests slowed to a calm rhythm. Their heartbeats echoed against the thick walls of the tiny suite.

“Mon amour?”

Christophe pushed his weight off of the source of the voice and reached for the side table: a red crown of large roses, given to him after his free skate performance. He placed the roses on his lover’s head, brushing his fingers on the petals, then his lover’s cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” his whisper barely audible but not unheard. His lips were so used to sending off flying kisses that he found it uncomfortable to frown. But he could not hold it all in after all. His eyes shut from the overbearing emotion as tears streamed down his cheeks, hands shaking on the face of his lover. But his lover knew, and his lover smiled. It was that genuine, consoling, warm smile that only appears every after Grand Prix. Christophe couldn’t see it, but he knew it was there. It was the only other constant thing other than his losses at this time of the skating season.

But there were other things that remained along with that smile. His lover leaned his face on Christophe’s hand and kissed it, rubbing his thumb over the knuckles. “There is nothing to be sorry for.” He has always been straightforward, and Christophe usually prefers that he stay that way. But when it’s difficult to face the truth, it becomes frustrating to deal with. Especially at times like this.

“I lost. Isn’t that something to be sorry for?” He looked away, towards the blurred scenery at the window. “Every year, every season, I never won gold for the final. And this season, Victor did not participate. It was my chance to finally get gold.” The curtains swayed to the light breeze of the air conditioning and the moonlight danced on their skin. “It was probably my last chance, too. I might as well retire—”

“Christophe.”

His voice was as firm as his grip on Christophe’s arm when he pulled him back to his chest. “Stop that trail of thought.” Their gazes met as Chris’s tears once again glossed over his eyes. “Please don’t think that way. There’s still Europeans, and Worlds. The season isn’t over.” Chris could have easily whined all night like how they always fought over things, even after a satisfying fuck. But before he could, his lips were stolen from him and they shared another kiss. His lover, mellow as he is, can be tough and assertive when the situation calls for it. And whenever Chris was in a bind, he would be the rock that grounded him. Whenever Chris lost faith in himself, he would be there to bring it back.

Chris closed his eyes and just let himself drown in all of his remorse and discouragement. His lover broke the kiss, and Chris just buried his face into his lover’s chest. As much as he wanted to prolong the fight into the morning (he easily could have), he was tired and his heart was heavy from guilt. He did not train to lose.

“You don’t deserve someone who always loses.” He plopped onto his lover as there was no more strength left in his arms. “I could have won gold this season. It would have been the perfect anniversary gift. Not fifth place. I didn’t even get on the podium.”

“I’d say ‘it doesn’t matter,’ but it actually does, doesn’t it?”

“It matters a lot.”

“But not as an anniversary gift.”

“I thought you would love me less if I didn’t win…”

“You’re the only gift that matters to me, mon amour. Please have a little more faith in yourself.”

Christophe pouted, “You just like seeing me cry.” His lover chuckled, “I find it cute when you cry.” Because while most people think Christophe’s appeal comes from his bedroom eyes and overall sexual allure, his secret side was what actually got them together.

“To me, you’re still that little boy playing in the Swiss meadows when I first saw you.”

His lover hugged him tight and rubbed his back as he broke town in tears. It had been a stressful week, but whispering I love you’s to each other will always be the best remedy after competitions.

“Nothing could ever make me love you less.”

Notes: I couldn't find fics of them so I had to put matters into my own hands lmao. But also I drew the image before I wrote this!

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KARTON akda at guhit ni Det Guiamoy

Gabi-gabi, sa mga eskinitang ‘di naaabutan ng liwanang ng buwan may mga walang kamuwang-muwang

Dinadakip Kinukuha Walang kamuwang-muwang

Gabi-gabi, sa aspaltong tigmak sa lamig ang pagdaloy ng ligamgam na dugong pinandilig

Bulag ba tayo para ‘di makakita? Manhid ba tayo para 'di makaramdam?

Gabi-gabi, sa balita, sa usap-usapan, sa haka-haka sa kapirasong karton

Tunay ba itong maituturing na patibay Na ang nasasakdal sa pagkakasala ay dapat ipapatay?

Walang paglilitis Walang alinlangan Walang kinalaman Walang kaalam-alam Walang kamuwang-muwang

Gabi-gabi, sa mga taingang bingi sa mga 'di na maaaninagan ng liwanag ng buwan

Magsasalita pa rin kami at hinding-hindi mananahimik hanggang sa ang hustisya ay tayo nama'y lingunin maulinigan man lamang ang mga boses na 'di na maririnig

Gabi-gabi, paano ka nakakatulog sa kaalamang may ibang hindi na magigising?

Ang pagbabagong parating ay hindi na makikita bukas kung ang mga karapata'y sa gabi pa lamang ay kinukuha kung ang mga mata'y 'di na mumulat sa susunod na umaga

CARDBOARD LABELS written and drawn by Det Guiamoy (English translation)

Every night, in the alleyways never lit by the moonlight are the unknowing

Abducted Taken Unknowingly

Every night, on the cold of the asphalt roads flows the warmth of pure thick blood

Are we too blind to see? Are we too numb to feel?

Every night, in the news, in conversations, in gossip in weathered cardboard labels

Are guesses and accusations proof enough That alleged souls be sentenced to their last breath?

No court No doubt Just crime Just death Unjust, unknowingly

Every night, to deaf ears to those who will never see the moonlight

We will still speak and we will never be silent until Justice will eventually turn to us when she hears the voices we will never hear again

Every night, how do you manage to sleep knowing they will never wake?

The coming change will never be seen tomorrow if our rights are taken in the dark of night if our eyes will never open the next morning

Para sa mga napagkamalan, napagtripan, napaglaruan, napagbuhusan ng galit na hindi naman karapat-dapat sa kanila.

Lahat ng tao ay may karapatang mabuhay, may karapatan sa pangalawang pagkakataon, gaano man kabigat ang kasalanan. Ituon natin sa paghilom at paglunas ang ating lakas at hindi sa karahasan at pagpaslang. Ang mga mahihirap ang nasasadlak sa walang katarungang pagpatay, mga mahihirap na hindi nabigyan ng pagkakataong mabuhay nang disente at kumpleto ang pangangailangan.

Hindi naman magiging laganap ang krimen kung nakakakain ang mga tao nang tatlong beses isang araw, nakakapasok sa eskwelahan at natutustusan ang mga pangangailangan.

Isang digmaan laban sa mga mahihirap ang nagaganap, at hindi naman ang mga tunay na utak sa pagpapalaganap ng pinagbabawal na gamot ang nahuhuli at napapatay ng mga awtoridad. Ngunit nagsisimula naman ang pagbabago sa pagsuko, sa pag-amin ng pagkakamali, at pagpasok sa rehab upang magbago. Huwag nating ipagkait sa mga nalulong sa masasamang bisyo ang pagkakataong maging mas mabuting tao na maaaring magsilbi sa bayan sa hinaharap.

Kahit naman may mga kasalanan ay hindi dapat pinapatawan kaagad ng kamatayan, sang-ayon man kayo o hindi sa death penalty. Dahil lahat ng tao ay may karapatan sa paglilitis sa hukuman, upang matuklasan ang kanilang mga hinaing, mga dahilan kung bakit nangyayari at ginagawa ang mga bagay-bagay. Kung may pagkakamali ay ikulong at patawan ng karampatang parusa, at ang mga nakakaalam lamang ng dapat gawin ay ang mga hukom at alagad ng batas. (Sana lang ay ginagawa nila nang maayos ang kanilang mga trabaho.)

Kung “anti” man ako sa kahit ano, ako ay anti-human rights violations, anti-vigilantism, anti-summary execution, at anti-extrajudicial killings. Hindi sa kung sino mang tao. Dahil kahit wala tayong ginagawang mali, maaari pa ding ma-frame up or kung anu man upang mapagbintangan. Dahil kapag nasabitan ka na ng karton sa leeg na nagsasabing nakagawa ka ng kasalanan, hindi mo na maipagtatanggol ang iyong sarili. Hindi na nakakapagsalaysay ang patay.

Tayo ang mga natitirang Joven Hernando. Tayo ang kabataan. Tayo ang mamamayang Pilipino. Naniniwala ako sa tamang proseso nang pagsasagawa ng batas. Naniniwala ako na tunay ang paparating na pagbabago.

Naniniwala ako sa due process.

#cardboardjustice #LahatTayoPosiblengDrugPusher #StopSummaryExecution #StopExtrajudicialKillings #SantaPatronaAdrienneOnday

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Idlip

Det Guiamoy

Madalas ako'y pumipikit na lamang Sa tuwing kinakailangang kumurap ng aking mga mata Dahil ang tulog ay wala sa bokabularyo ng isang mag-aaral Na hindi nagpapadalaw sa antok hanggang sa pagdating ng umaga

Kahit anong kape ay papatulan Kesyo barako man o 3-in-1 May asukal o wala, may gatas o tsokolate At siya'y magiging kaibigang matalik sa gitna ng gabi

Tulala at balisa sa kakulangan ng pahinga Ngunit naisip na siguro ang lahat ng maaaring suliranin ng mundo Na wala namang kaugnayan sa paksang tinatalakay sa sanaysay na sinusulat Na pagdating ng ala una ng hapon impunto ay ipapasa na sa guro

Marahil sa pagsandal ng ulo sa nakatukod na braso sa mesa ang kasagutan Sa bigat ng dibdib at pagod na nararamdaman ng buong katawan Huwag lang ipikit ng matagal ang mapanglaw na mga talukap At baka bukas makalawa na ang petsa sa pagdilat

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Pagpanhik

Manang Jules Series ni Det Guiamoy

Nais kong balikan ang ating mga alaala Ang unang pagkakataong nagtagpo ating landas Na kung iisipin mo'y tulak ata ng tadhana Na ako'y matisod patungo sa buhay ng isang makata

Nais kong balikan ang iyong mga tingin Minsan tila nangingilatis, madalas palihis Ang mga liko ng iyong mga pilikmata, Ang hubog ng iyong mga talukap Mga matang sumisingkit sa bawat ngiti at tawa

Nais kong balikan ang mga munting kalabit Mga simpleng pagsayad ng likod ng mga kamay Mga saglit na pagdampi ng iyong mga palad At pagbuklod ng mga daliri sa pag-amin ng nararamdamang tunay

Nais kong balikan ang iyong mga halik Sa dibdib, sa leeg, sa noo, sa labi Minsan pa'y sobra sa pagbubuyo sa pag-uwi Minsan di'y kulang sa tampuhan sa gabi

Nais kong balikan ang ating mga sandali Lahat lahat bago ang iyong pag-alis Sana hindi na hinayaan na ikaw ay natiis Kaya't pinagdamot pa sa iyo ang mga salitang kay tamis

Nais kong balikan ang huling liham na dumating Bago ang mga luha ay dumaloy sa mga pisngi Bago ang pag-iimbot ay tuluyang nawala At ang pagtatampo ay tuluyang naging hinayang

Ang mga mata't mga kamay, mga labi't mga salita Ay susubukan nang ilibing sa limot, pagkalibing niya sa hukay Kung ang katawan mo ay hindi na, Ang kaluluwa kaya'y pumanhik pa?

Dahil nais ko pa ring balikan ang mga nawaglit na alaala

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Tingin

Det Guiamoy

Kung ang pagtingin mo ay sadyang sa iba nakalaan Hayaan mong sa malayo ang aking tingin, tinatanaw ang mga sandali na hindi pa at hindi naman na mangyayari

Kung ang pandinig mo ay sadyang para lamang sa tinig ng iba Hayaan mong ilaan ko rin ang aking pandinig sa mga matatamis na bulong na hindi pa at hindi naman na maririnig

Kung ang mga labi mo ay sadyang iba ang hinahagkan Hayaan mong idampi ko sa iyong mga pisngi ang mga multo ng aking mga halik na hindi pa at hindi naman na maibibigay

Kung ang pag-ibig mo ay sadyang hindi akin Hayaan mong managinip kahit minsan tulog kahit minsan gising

Nang ang diwa nawa'y mapagbigyan ang hiling na irog ko ay pangarapin kahit hindi pa at hindi naman na makakamtan sa huli

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Yakap

Det Guiamoy

Maaaring hapung-hapo na ako na wari baga'y ang aking mga pagmumuni-muni ay wala naman talagang kahahantungan kahit na napakalayo na ng nararating ng aking utak kakaisip

Ngunit ang hiling ko lang naman ay ang makauwi sa kanyang init na tila ba'y ang haring araw ang mismong yumayapos sa iyo at naninigurong walang anu man sa iyo'y may makadadamping dungis

Ang mga bisig niya na puno ng lakas na kay kisig na pananggalang ay siya rin mismong kakalinga sa iyo na tila ba'y maingat kang ipaghehele hanggang sa paglubog ng buwan

Nais ko nang makauwi sa kanyang mga braso na alam kong hahagkan ako pagkatapos ng isang mahabang araw nang mawala naman ang aking pag-aalangan nang mawala naman ang aking mga hinanakit

Nang mawala na naman akong muli sa iyong yakap kahit isa pang sandali

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Bisig

Det Guiamoy

Natagpuan ko ang paraiso sa kanyang mga bisig.

Sa mga munting pag-udyok at paghalili.

Sa amoy ng kobre kamang bagong palit, na uuwian mo pagkatapos ng isang mahabang araw ng pakikipaghimagsik.

Sa init ng mga kamay na dumampi sa aking anit.

Sa mga bulong ng pasasalamat sa gitna ng malalakas na hiyaw at awit.

Ako ay nalunod. At malulunod ulit.