"You want to do what?"

Mike stares at Stella like she's the total twit he thinks she is.

"Flaming torches. In my program. It'll be fantastic! At the circus, we…"

No one should ever start a sentence with those words. Mike waves her away. "Whatever, fine. I don't give a shit."

Two hours and fourteen pairs of torches later, though, his hangover is forgotten. The ice rink has become a half-melted mess covered in soggy torches and scorch marks. Stella looks like a bedraggled, drowned, burned, mortified, bruised rat, and Mike has everything on video.

His job is fucking awesome.

MUAHAHA! That's so EVIL! <3333 And now I want to see Simone Steinkamp's face when she sees the rink. Or I want to watch Mike's video. <333

BWHAHAHAHAHAHA
Oh I love it! I love that Stella didn't think it through, that she couldn't even get close to making it work and Mike, for taping each and every minute of it.
And the image at the end - GOLD!

BUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOL I LOVE HOW MANY OF THE 100 WORDS ARE GIVEN OVER TO ADJECTIVE ABUSE OF STELLA.

Mike's job is not all that's awesome. <333333333333

Everyone thought they were perfect kids; close but without the Flowers in the Attic vibe Ingrid got from a lot of her charges.

Most of the time it was great; Isabelle needed ferrying between rehearsals and ice rinks, the occasional piece of cake slipped her way when her body demanded chocolate and her mother pushed salads.

Tom needed focus, needed channelling because he was so determined not to put his energy into the family business that it went everywhere else instead.

But when things went wrong; Isabelle burned with insane, unpractised rage while Tom stayed in cool, immobile denial.

Oh, this is beautiful. I always love me some Reichensiblings, and the insights into them as kids here are just lovely - I especially like the bit about Tom needing focus because he only knows where NOT to put his energy, and something about the nanny slipping little Izzie cake makes me go all "awwww, yeah!" Cake makes everything better!

One of my favourites so far! *pets*

(lol, also I may have unintentionally written something where I gave Tom the fire part of the prompt. We can pretend he does both, y/y? *g*)

Of course he has both! Personality is fluid ;)
And yes, cake=all fixed.

Actually I did read it like they both change between fire and ice with Isabelle usually being the "colder" one and Tom burning with his passionate convictions buth this changing when things went wrong
I love this mixture/crossover (whatever the correct word for Überkreuzung is)

Tom's nice. He's nice, laid-back and generous, and it's all too easy to forget that when he blows up, he blows up hard, and when his claws come out, there's blood.

Marc's anger is cool; he gets quieter and chillier as his fury grows. When they fight – really fight – Tom's fire rages into empty space while Marc's iciness goes ignored, and they both come away wondering why they ever thought this could work.

But in the end, so far, they've managed to temper each other, and someone either cools down or warms enough to say, Don't go.

So far.

I love this pairing. Passionately. Ever since I read your first fic about them.

I love the clash of tempers. Your description is so spot-on.

And Tom and Marc are so canon now (in this beautiful world.)

It's great that in this fandom so much can be canon!
And I love this for proving it again.

*shiver!burn* This is...well, my favourite so far. It's elemental and personal and just choc full of intensity.... even before the "Don't go" which just kills me. 100 words my ass! Somehow you're cheating and fitting in at least three times that amount, right? Because otherwise I have no idea how you pulled that off.

Sie wurde nie wütend. Wie konnte es sein, dass Katja nie vor Zorn entbrannte? Wenn sie doch dieses Lächeln zur Weißglut brachte. Wann immer Isabelle diese Sommersprossen sah, die auf dem Eis zu leuchten schienen, wollte sie sie ausbrennen. Mehr als einmal hatte sie das Feuerzeug in ihrer Hand gesehen, mit dem sie diesen Zopf anzünden wollte. Wie sie es in der Schule getan hatte, wenn die anderen Mädchen besser waren als sie. Doch nun war sie erwachsen. Sie schämte sich dafür. Nicht noch einmal würde sie jemanden körperlich verletzen, hatte sich Isabelle geschworen. Dafür gab es andere, bessere Wege.

HELL YEAH, ISABELLE. You can utterly destroy her in much more effective ways! <3333

Love all the fire imagery here, such a great selection of words - entbrennen, Weißglut, das Ausbrennen-Wollen der Sommersprossen. So visceral, yet balanced by the cool rationality she's learned. Beautiful.

“Mike! Shut up! You like Ron/Draco. I get it! Firey temper/cool disdain - makes for a passionate pairing. I know you love the drama. I just can’t choreograph my next show based solely on your desire to have manifested on the ice a relationship that will never be canon.”

Mike looks grouchily at him. He didn’t think Lars knew anything about Harry Potter.

Lars feels very exposed. He’s practically used up an entire day’s quota of words in that one outburst. Fucking Mike.

Mike rounds on him, “Could we at least role play?”

“Can we ask Oliver to be Harry?”

LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL OMG IT'S A GOOD THING WE'RE ALREADY MARRIED OR I'D HAVE TO SEDUCE YOU AWAY FROM SOMEONE ELSE. THIS IS PURRRRRRRRRE LOVVVVVVVVVE. <33333333333333333333333333333

*pets poor Lars and his overuse of words* Heeeeeeeeh.

"Lars feels very exposed. He’s practically used up an entire day’s quota of words in that one outburst. Fucking Mike."

OMG. That is so Lars.

And I love that Lars and Mike are both into Harry Potter. (Although, not literally into, darn it. Although if they ever do go that route, I want a front row seat!)

*dies* This is fucking brilliant. LOL. I demand HP-roleplaying Lars/Mike/Oliver now! *grabby hands*