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phichitchu Love has no comfort zone, Love is the sweetest strange

He'd been planning it since he'd realized he'd be able to have Phichit for his birthday. Now, finally, they had the time, in the off-season before they had to start training again.

"Ok, now you can look," he said quietly, after having led Phichit into what was obviously an empty rink, holding the typical chill and echo of footsteps muffled by the padding around the rink proper. He'd trusted Phichit not to look and spoil it, but...well. It was a pretty predictable surprise anyway after a point. But it still stood that he'd rented one of the rinks in Prague and invited his lover along with him, just so that they could share it all by themselves. He had his duffel with him, carrying their skates and training clothes with him, packed in secret.

They'd discussed it once, as a possibility they hadn't really had the time for when it had first come up: a pair skating routine, something they could do together as an exhibition, or purely for fun. Now they could spend the day making one up, tossing music back and forth until something really felt right. They'd find their rhythm, just as they had through the rocky parts of their relationship so far.

He had something else stashed away, tucked down deep in his belongings to be brought out when they'd exhausted themselves and were ready to retire for the night to the hotel in the city he'd blocked not too far away. He wouldn't listen to any argument about it being his birthday, either. After all, he enjoyed doing things for Phichit, and this was, more or less, his gift to himself. The other's presence was really all he needed for his day to be perfect.

So he stood back, cheesy grin on his face, arms open wide to indicate the whole of the open rink that they would be able to carve up as much as they saw fit.

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Emil swings their hands some as they head back out, nodding as he listens.

"That makes sense. Make sure it's ok, get our families' blessings. There doesn't have to be like...any drama or trouble or anything. No public spectacle until it's safe for one. My family hates when the press come around, like it's an invasion of privacy. I mean my brothers eat it up, but that's how kids are. Oh, we need to see if your family can meet mine soon!"

He was still quiet for a moment, before a little grin spread on his face. "I think I know a way we can solve all of our problems at once. We should announce our engagement via pair skate! A huge exhibition skate, even gayer and better than the one Viktor and Yuuri did a year ago."

Phichit laughed and brushed his nose against Emil's beard. "You in a black tuxedo costume, and me in a white one, skating to the wedding march or something else equally as overt. Leo loves music and Otabek moonlights as a DJ, I bet between them they can find a way to mix it so it sounds cool and skateable. Then we'd field all the press and totally hog the spotlight at the banquet, and our families would be spared."

Emil can't help laughing at the mental image that provides. He considers, then hums quietly as he comes to his own idea.

"Maybe not quite to that extent, but I like the costume idea. What about something like your Terra Incognita costume? That was really nice, and it would be easy to match in style. And a song that means something to us, more than the wedding march would. ...do we actually have any songs like that? Besides club songs, anyway."

"The Terra Incognita costume? That was a nice csotume, but it's definitely not fancy enough. Although, maybe with white pants instead..."

Phichit hummed thoughtfully as he rubbed his chin. "I guess we could do it, but it wouldn't really be fair if only one of us had a new costume. Besides, I still think it would be more fun to start from scratch on both instead of matching one to the other! But I am willing to compromise on the music... maybe that song that played on our first date? Sunlight?"

"I like that costume a lot, that's all." Emil shrugs some, looking a little sheepish as they head back out. He turns a little pink around the ears, but is distracted by the song suggestion. "D'you think you can skate to it? I'd um. I was making up a routine to go with it for my free skate, but I'd definitely do it as an exhibition piece if you did it with me."

Phichit blushes too, covering his face with one hand. Emil was definitely free with the compliments, as Phichit was, but there was still something so soft and sweet about it whenever Emil indicated a preference for anything to do with Phichit that made him flustered. Maybe it was the fact that it was coming from his fiancé now, and not just his beloved boyfriend.

"You like that costume? I didn't know that. I might have to start wearing it every day now if you like it so much," he laughed. "But no, no! If you already started planning a free skate for it, then we'll do something else! I'm not stealing a song you've wanted to skate to from before we even started dating."

"I like both your costumes, but that one's really nice and the white matches your first idea. So...I thought maybe it would work. But we can certainly work out completely new ones that'll compliment eachother out there too." Emil bends briefly to nose against Phichit's hair, his hand running up Phichit's side and pulling him in close under his arm. "Besides, I can come up with a new free skate for this year if it means I can skate Sunlight with you."

He yields, tucking himself under Emil's arm and then arching up to kiss his cheek. "We'll work on it, okay? We'll come up with the best ever announcement, something that's perfect for us and that makes us happy. We're both performers, after all."

He giggles and rests his head on Emil's shoulder, relaxing against him. "Maybe this is taboo to ask, but is there anything particular you want for your ring? Any specific gemstones maybe, or a certain design?"

"I think we can come up with something really great, between the two of us." Emil grins and presses a kiss to Phichit's temple then offers a a hand to help him back out onto the ice. It's completely unnecessary, but he still likes to do this sort of thing.

Once back out in the rink, he seriously considers the question of his ring. "I think...maybe something without a stone. Small, so I can keep it on all the time. When I got yours, I thought about the sorts of things you like doing and what might work around that most easily. So ours is elegant and eyecatching but simple enough that you don't have to take it off if you don't want to."

Phichit shakes his head thoughtfully and laughs. "I don't think they make rings you can wear while performing extreme sports. Especially not extreme winter sports, since it'll probably freeze on your finger. I really don't want you to become an amputee..."

He takes the guards off his skates once more and idly skates around Emil. "Unless you get a ring tattooed on, I've seen people do that on social media! But I dunno... I want to get you a real ring. And if we decide to get tattoos, I think a finger is kind of a lame placement for one. Agreed?"

"I thought about the tattoo ring, but I'd rather have the use of my fingers and getting it tattooed means recovery time. But that's a good point. I can't exactly wear much jewelry at all while I'm doing and of it. And I would be a bit paranoid about losing a ring going diving. Hm..."

He spins slowly on the spot, watching Phichit as he circles him. "How about when we've got the time, we'll go and find a good one. That way we can get it fitted properly too."

"But you got mine the right size on your first try," Phichit hums. "Now that you mention it, how did you do that?"

He skates up to Emil and takes hold of his hand, stroking the spot where his ring will soon sit. "Maybe if someone had given me a hint, I would have been more prepared. I feel kind of bad that you went to all this trouble for me, and you don't get to have a ring to show for it."

"I got lucky," he admits, laughing a little and taking Phichit's hand, looking down at his fingers in kind. "I had intended to get it adjusted if it didn't quite fit. At least we don't have to worry about that now!"

"No, that's one thing not to worry about. Although come to think of it, when we get back to your house is your sister going to kill me? Because it's entirely possible she might kill me. Did you tell anyone about your plan to propose?"

"Oh no you're safe, she likes you well enough, but I know what she's gonna say to me." He sighs and puts on a close approximation to his sister's voice, his hands going up in frustrated gestures. "I told you that you've been moving too fast, bratříček. You should be focusing on your career or at least waiting until you've found a place of your own, what are you going to do when he goes home? Well I can tell you what I'm not going to do, I'm not going to spend all my time grousing just because it isn't ideal. Because I want this." He turns on the spot with a small frown, stopping himself before he can drift too far away from Phichit. "You're lucky, I think. Your family likes me. What are they going to say about this?"

Phichit laughs into his hand in spite of the seriousness of the conversation. "Your voice is too deep for you to convincingly play a woman, for the record. And the beard really doesn't help."

He bridges the space between them and fondly rubs the fuzz on Emil's cheek. "My mom is probably going to hang her head and sigh, because she's used to me rushing into things and she doesn't want me to get hurt, but she also can't say anything, because even though I rush I've never regretted anything. Least of all you." He grins. "Besides, I flew out to another country to stay with you in the hospital for a week in the middle of training season. She knows I'm serious about you. I think it'll be nice for her to see you're serious about me, too."

"If I manage to really hurt you at all, she can do whatever she wants to me for it," he says gravely, his cheek tilting briefly into Phichit's hand. "But...you know, I really don't think I've ever been so serious about anything. I think mom will realize that. Without my brothers' help this time, even."

He pets Emil's cheek quite contentedly. "I know, babe. I know how much I mean to you. And I hope you know how much you mean to me. Even if our parents don't get it now, they'll get it someday."

Phichit brings his other hand to Emil's waist and squeezes, arching up for a quick kiss. "So is this what manžel means? Fiancé?"

"I'd have thought that maybe they would understand it because they're married too," Emil sighs, draping his arms around Phichit and returning the peck then backing up with the other's hands held in his again. He smiles at the question though, tipping Phichit a wink. "Almost."

Phichit mewls playfully and tries to swat at Emil, which is difficult when his hands are being held. "Tell me, then! Is it husband?"

He squeezes his lover's hands. "Don't worry about our parents. They didn't gay marry someone from a different culture, they're just worried. But we'll prove that this is the real deal! In a spectacular ice show!"

That little shit-eating grin stays firmly in place as he continues to drift. Clearly he still isn't inclined to say that yes, this time Phichit actually guessed right.

Of course, the smile fades a bit as the other continues.

"My father's not quite inclined to be swayed by something like that. Mom...well. she likes you but maybe approaching it with them a little more traditionally would be safer." Words he really never thought would come out of his mouth, but he doesn't want to ostracize them both with this. He perks back up after a moment though. "We can announce it to the rest of the world with a show though!"

Phichit definitely notices that Emil doesn't answer, but the playful mood dissipates along with Emil's answer, and he needs to fix that immediately. He pulls his hands out of his lover's to wrap them around his waist firmly, and lays his head on Emil's collar.

"I was joking. I promise, I'll be on my best behavior when we decide to go talk to them. I'll be everything I'm usually not: quiet, polite, disciplined, responsible..."

He giggles and kisses Emil's shirt over his heart. "I know how important having their blessing is for you, I won't mess things up."

Emil's fingers comb back through Phichit's hair with the kiss, nose wrinkling at the reassurance. He doesn't want Phichit to have to act or pretend like he's anything he normally wouldn't, even if it was for a good reason. He loves Phichit just as he is, and he at least knows that his family likes Phichit too. Just not their relationship. Which they could work on one way or another.

"I definitely want to be there in person when we tell yours though. I bet your sister will be just as excited as we are." He noses against the top of Phichit's head, the toe of his skate digging into the ice to keep him in place.

"I bet," he agrees with a grin. "She's going to scream, and then ask for a gorgeous dress to wear, then ask if she can get me a gorgeous dress to wear because you're the one with facial hair so I'm definitely the girl." Phichit hums in thought. "I bet she's the first person who will be nothing but happy for us."

"We could get you a silly stick-on mustache," he suggests with a quiet laugh, sliding back once more just far enough for his hand to have to tighten around Phichit's to keep from drifting too far. "She'll have to fight the boys for title of Most Excited , I think. I can just see it now, the three of them colluding to be as extravagant about this as possible even without a show involved."

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