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Pride Ship #22 ~ Michemil

“He’s not human...”

Bonus:

“Mickey! Let's go to Barcelona together!"

(Art by @saniika​)

Your mods have been hard at work these last few weeks, and we’d like to introduce ourselves!

@ashiiblack and @phaytesworld are the main organizers and will manage contributors and the printing/publishing/ordering

@icicle33 is our social media coordinator and zine consultant

@xmadamrosex, @saniika and @animefanimefic will assist with the technical aspects of the zine, as well as graphic design

After 175 votes, the results are in!

Here are the lists of ships that will be included in the zine (in alphabetical order):

Chris/Phichit

Chris/Viktor

Chris/Viktor/Yuuri

Chris/Yuuri

Emil/Michele

Georgi/JJ

Georgi/Michele

Guang-Hong/Leo

JJ/Otabek

JJ/Otabek/Yuri

JJ/Seung Gil

JJ/Yuri

Lilia/Minako

Lilia/Yakov

Mila/Sara

Phichit/Seung Gil

Phichit/Yuuri

Viktor/Viktor

Viktor/Yuri

Yuri/Yuuri

Guest Artists/Writers will be announced December 5!

Applications for writers/artists will open on December 10!

Stay tuned for more updates!

Summary: Victor decided to make a choreograph program for Sara and Emil. Emil looks to Mickey for help with the performance and maybe with something else more personal...

Title: BeWare!

Artist: Ko (Kodoh)

Pairing: Emil Nekola X  Michele “Mickey” Crispino

Translator: Passing Ghost-San

Editor: Shotaddict

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Emil and the Ducks

(@Emil, your soulmate’s heart isn’t supposed to beat for you this literally,,,)

***

“Michele. - Emil.”

He took the man’s hand without saying another word, contrasting weirdly with how friendly their fathers were. He grimaced inwardly, noticing the Czech’s pulse. It took him years, but he had finally gained the ability to recognise people with a heartbeat– in other words, those who already had a soulmate and were off limits. With someone still alone, he could enjoy it for a few weeks at least, and with extreme luck, maybe make a friend in the process. It was how he got his best friend after all, Georgi would’ve never even talked to him if he knew the love of his life already. But if Emil met his already… Too bad, now that he knew he couldn’t, he felt ready to admit to himself that Emil looked rather attractive.

He avoided talking to him as much as possible during the whole meal, a task harder than he’d imagine both because a) the boy talked a lot and b) Sara seemed to like talking to him, which meant he had to intervene and protect her whether he wanted it or not. Granted, it wasn’t anywhere near a real conversation, but it was more than enough to get to know the Czech and get attached.

***

As the evening progressed, Michele’s frown went from dark to even darker, to the point Emil worried about his forehead. Furrowing his eyebrows this low must’ve hurt! On the bright side, it was exactly what he’d expected from his father’s description, so he wasn’t surprised. And, even better, no one could blame him for behaving inappropriately.

The Italian nearly choked when reminded that Emil would share his and Sara’s room, as the guest room was barely large enough for Mr. Nekola senior, and very unsuccessfully hid it, but then again, Emil also very unsuccessfully hid his laughter, so they were even.

The twins’ room was probably bigger than Emil’s while living room, and it honestly scared him more than any extreme sport he’d ever tried. It was way too big. It wasn’t normal. He comforted himself with thoughts about Madoka’s even worstly sized bathroom, and by admiring the admittedly nice decoration, but it still made him a bit uneasy.

***

Emil’s feet were safely tucked under the blanket, his phone and music turned off since a few hours, and the room calm as it could be, but he could not sleep. On the floor between the two beds, Michele was in no better state, unlike his happily dreaming sister. He often had troubles falling asleep, but today was more exasperating than usually. It had been a long day, and to rest was all he aspired to, even more so since he promised to Georgi to meet up early to practice.

“Hey, Mickey?”

Hm, or any other onomatopoeia, wouldn’t convey the feelings and letters in the sound he emitted, thus the author shall not use it, but somehow Emil got the message. If he acknowledged or ignored it is left to the readers to decide.

“You’re awake? continued the voice from above, this time accompanied by a face close enough to the edge of the bed to be seen. - Clearly. - What are you doing? - Trying to sleep.”

The younger went silent for a few minutes, effectively making him feel guilty. He sighed.

“You? - Huh? - What are you doing? - Uh, nothing much. Hey, do you have a phone number? Or an Instagram account? We could talk once I get home too! - Shut up.”

He didn’t mean to be this harsh, but to be fair, it was only normal to get mad when a taken guy tried to flirt with him. Badly, sure, but he was from the country of love, or whatever, he knew flirting when he saw it, bad as it may be.

“Hey, I was just asking, said Emil, sounding much less smily than before. You don’t have to get angry. - Tell that to your soulmate,” he grumbled.

Emil froze a moment, before realising what the heck Michele was speaking about.

“What? - What? - You know he’s dead, right? - What?”

Would Sara have been awake, she’s comment on how uplifting this exchange was.

“When I was younger I got a tumor or something, needed a transplant, and I got his. I don’t know what exactly happened, mom won’t tell me, but… Yeah. We were childhood friends, but that’s it. - Sorry, he whispered, too surprised to react properly. - No, it’s fine! I mean, I thought dad told your dad and he you, like they told me for you and Sara, you couldn’t know!”

He refrained from telling him he was stupid, and how he of all people should know the system didn’t rule one’s romantic life. He’d tell that later. If Mickey didn’t realise knowing his other half meant he could be with anyone he wanted and freed him, it wasn’t up to him to tell him, not now.

“So, uh… Got Skype? - How many networks are you going to ask for? chuckled Michele, relaxing for the first time since the Nekolas arrived. - As many as I’ll have to!”

Somehow, the conversation died after that moment, and they only lied in a shared silence until eventually blissful unconsciousness took them.

***

In the morning, Emil woke up alone in the room, finding only a note where Michele’s body should’ve been.

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