#i think it’s just the fact that viktors hair i feel is just very fluffy . at least when i draw it so no matter how ‘short’ it’s supposed to
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they’re so gross, i love them
(based on this dialogue exchange between geralt and yen from in game!)
#witcher au#art tag#jayvik#when the au just feels . too niche so i fear putting it further in tags agsjdjf#ANYWAYS !!! this is divorce era . jayce has long hair viktor cut their own but i think i lost that plot somewhere .. along the way .#but ITS STILL THERE.. canonically in my brain for the fics i’ve written that’s there shdjfkf#i think it’s just the fact that viktors hair i feel is just very fluffy . at least when i draw it so no matter how ‘short’ it’s supposed to#supposed to be i will fail at it every single time <3 yeah#one bonus of being tumblr again is i cna just ramble in these tags .. i hope that’s okay ahsjdkf#i feel with twt i kinda never grasped the ramble biy .. now you will deal with me always <3
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2p allies with a touch starved s/o?
nice I can finally get to this one. AND AHA I BET YOU ALL THOUGHT I WOULDN'T POST TODAY BUT JOKES ON YOU I JUST CRASHED FOR 5 HOURS AFTER SCHOOL >:3.
I'm a consistent blogger hehehe, right guys ;~;
2p America: “hehe oh I'll give you all the touch you want and deserve”. In reality Allen is in the same boat but in a different way. There’s no sense in hiding the fact that he sleeps around a lot, but Allen...craves deep emotion and feeling. There may be a lot more perverted or gropey touches and smacks at first, he's an aggressive lover but he's still learning. Once he sees how sensitive his s/o is, how much they seem to want him and need him....he gets so soft. He hasn't been wanted in that way for a long time. He'll hold them so tight, kiss them so sweetly for a long time. All he really wants is to love and touch them, he's willing to be there for however long they need.
2p France: The best person for this situation surprisingly-. Francois has a lot of sex sure, but there’s was a period in his life where he was very lonely. He knows how that feels....it sucks for real. He's not the best at giving soft fluffy affection, but he knows how to be very sensual and romantic with his touches. He'll try his best to make sure his s/o feels secure and loved all the time in their relationship.
2p England: yeah there’s no way he’s not all over you anyways. Oliver is just a naturally smothering guy. He’ll give s/o all the attention and touch they want and need. His affection is usually very playful and sweet. But it’ll be fast and then go. If his s/o wants those longer hugs, passionate kisses and more they’re going to have to take initiative or ask for it. Oliver can be very very sweet, he can tell when his s/o needs physical contact even just a little bit of it. They could be at the super market strolling through the isles and he’ll just grab his s/o’s hand for comfort, rubbing circles into the back of their hand. If they’re watching a movie or something he’ll sit them on (or maybe even sit on) their lap and whisper sweet nothings while nuzzling his face into the crook of their necks. He is as sweet as he is an aggressive lover like Al tho so RIP his s/o’s lungs and rib cage lmao.
2p Canada: *relates pretty hard* Mattie doesn't sleep around as often as his brother because it depresses the shit out of him when they leave. He's so glad his s/o's here to stay. He gives really great hugs and kisses but he cannot for the life of him initiate cuddling and he’s tried. Its so hard for him to just go over and start loving on his s/o because he doesn’t know how to start it, and then overthinks it in the process. But he knows what to do if he isn’t thinking about it....if that makes sense. Like if his s/o were to just wander over and plop on his lap or sit next to him, he’d unconsciously bring them a little closer, play with their hair, kiss their neck...its hard to explain but eh, just know he’s got his s/o covered
2p China: *relates too hard* He too craves intimate and consistent affection. Zao gets really lonely, really easy. During these times he'll go to drugs or one night stands,with someone who doesn't care what happens with him. He tries to get everyone to stay for a little longer....he wants to be held, he wants to be caressed. Before his s/o he really didn't have that. Now that he does...well he honestly doesn’t know what to do with it. He’s never quite felt loved like this by someone who also wanted to touch him....like REALLY touch him. So now he’s just a little conflicted, but he wants this, and he knows he can give his s/o what they want and deserve. He just needs a little practice.
2p Russia: *HAS RELATED SINCE THE DAY HE WAS BORN* Viktor just doesn’t get out too often. He doesn’t really have a lot of one time flings because he’s kinda soft and people don’t hang out in cold ass Russia as much as he’d like so his friends are oh so far. He can embrace (or stay in the embrace of) his s/o for hours really. He needs those small touches those sweet moments just as much as they do. Viktor and his s/o are cute as hell tho with their shy cuddles and hesitant kisses umu.
I wasn’t sure about this one... I hope you guys have a great night (morning?) love ya!
#2p hetalia#2p!hetalia#2P#2p allies#2p america#2P france#2p england#2p canada#2p china#2p russia#2p headcanons
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My thoughts rewatching all the Harry Potter movies back to back
forgive typos, and be warned - there's a lot...
the first two have a smaller amount of thoughts for some reason, idk why
Philosopher’s Stone
teeny harry haha
that snake is so beautiful
no post on sundays bro
hi hagrid
how did the dursleys get off the island tho
aw harry is so teeny and innocent
ollivander’s entrance is so iconic, like i want to enter every room like that
hermione is so great already
and you are…
‘you’ve got dirt on your nose by the way, did you know?’
haha tiny malfoy
TREVOR! + neville
that death glare mcgonagall omg
oof snape really hates harry
it's leviooosa not leviosaaa
troll in the dungeon!!!
hi fluffy
ew norbert is gross to be completely honest
creepy malfoy staring at the window
malfoy being sassy wow
‘nighty night…’ whyyy filch?
oof ron are u ok
bye hermione
voldemort is kinda cute with his big eyes
harry really just killed quirrell jeez man
alas earwax
Chamber of Secrets
ah go away dobby don't be weird
yes the car with fred and george
oof bye uncle vernon haha
ah awkward let go of harry lockhart we hate u
haha ginny is iconic
rons face when the train comes omg
ron can drive? that's impressive…
ooh a voice scaryyy
hey colinnn
eat slugs - yas
let go of his arm lockhart
uh oh colin is petrified
hahaha snape annihilated lockhart wow
gosh moaning myrtle is annoying
tom riddle is such a weirdo hgh
ew spiders
lockhart is hilarious when he has lost his mind wow
yas fawkes
ew he just stuck the sword right through its head didn't he...
powerful sock…
go away lucius ur annoying
Prisoner of Azkaban
ugh aunt marge blow up already
sassy harry tm
tom is iconic
so is crookshanks tbh
the knight bus kinda sucks in the movie tho
yess lupin hi
ugh shut up trelawney
ah the best scene aka harry and draco being sassy towards each other
‘it’s killed meh!’
the other best scene: lupin, boggarts and the record player
love when they are eating sweets and just being good friends
yay marauders map - iconic fred and george
nice snowman also
my dad didn't strut and neither do i - yeah right...
yes leave hermione
trelawney stop being creepy
take that malfoy
harry third wheeling
yas remus save sirius
"old married couple" haha snape knows what's up
die peter lol
haha yes they will chop your leg off ron definitely
ugh harry stop being noble
haha yes mentioning the marauders
ew stop peter
oh no werewolf
sirius is so dramatic haha he cant stop turning into a werewolf my dude
bad idea yes ron i agree
oof fight him sirius
no sirius!
the dementorssss
no harry that's not a real patronus dude
nom eat the little soul nugget nice
ah no they're gonna kiss sirius nooo
scabbers did it ok... shut up ron
dumbledore just smacking ron's broken leg and being mysterious
and enter many time paradoxes
‘this is not normal’ hahahah wow harry
yess save buckbeak dudes
yas beautiful patronus dude
this music tho wow
au revoir sirius
I wonder how many stairs they ran up...
poor ron so confused
that bird just got squished no
don't leave lupin
please tell harry about the marauderss
i love lupin omg
ooh a firebolt thanks godfather
the ending face wow
Goblet of Fire
ooh nagini hello
yay frank you will die soon so enjoy your tea
dr who!
ah voldemort's creepy little hand tm
yes ron is covering his non existent boobs wow
hermione's so mad 4 some reason
yes cedric diggory in a tree
everyone has long hair why
isn't just any manky old boot mate
cedric amos and arthur are show offs
feet off the table!
i luv magik
wow krum is enjoying himself
Why is draco wearing a suit?
lucius is very ominous
think ur in luvvv ron
is there no winky in this? sad
harry is so awkward omg
bye hedwig find sirius even though the ministry cant
oh bonjour beauxbatons
wow so dramatic here come the durmstrang peoples
wow run filch ao athletic
ew the beauxbatons entrance is so weird and compared to the durmstrang one is kind of sexist
ow poor flitwick a fork to the hand that's gotta hurt
moody is so dramatic
dumbledore already shouting nice
why does he have so many bugssss
ah that is a creepy spider
poor neville he has to have cuppa with moody that sucks
yess fred and george back at it again
hermione ruining the vibe
HARRY POTTER DIDJA PUTCHA NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIYAH dumbledore asked calmly
what would happen if harry was just like "nope"? would he die that would be interesting
igh rita skeeter go away ur creepy my dude
hate it when ur eyes glisten with ghosts of ur past
yas sirius in a fire
"who are u talking to?" "im vlogging ron" (how it should have gone. harry should have a youtube channel just saying)
poor harry a third wheel yet again between madame maxime and hagrid ew
wow draco in a tree, why? so many people in trees this movie
"nyaaah"
malfoy as a ferret is my favorite character
my father will hear about thissss
omg rita get outttt
fight the dragonnnn
feel like someone should have stopped the dragon after it broke free... idk *shrugs*
it would be so boring if u were watching the tournament because you can't see anything that's happening most of the time, only for the 1st task and a bit if the 3rd task.
knew u wouldnt die harry, lose a leg - or an arm -pack it in all together? nevaaaaa
god just open it harry
ron ur so awkward...
harry spitting out his drink will never not be funny to me
oh yes the gorgeous dress robes
poor ron has it tough, having to dance with mcgonagall and having ro wear those robes...
*babbling bumbling band of baboons*
the twins are hilarious in this haha
aw neville!
snape is really violent can't 2 boys discuss their love lives or lack thereof in peace
ron's jealous of viktor krum haha
love harry just being so confused and saying "spectacular" when cedric speaks to him.
given the fact harry literally told him the task cedric didn't do that much to help.
ugh no myrtle stop
harry going "do i" when neville tells him he seems tense is such a mood
harry's hair when he was swimming haha
just leave them harryy omg too noble
harry holds his breath for a long time after his gills go away - longer than i can
fred and george making fun of harry having 'moral fiber' is exactly what i would do in the situation
mr crouch stop being weird
yes finally singing hoggy warty hogwarts
oh hi mr crouch, taking a nap in the forest are u? cool
i would say do not stick your face in the pensieve but that's just me
Dr Who changed a bit since i last saw him, he's a bit mental now...
snape is so iconic wow
"bubble juice sir?" bahaha sassy harry back at it again
this music is so great
i would freak out if i had to go in that maze it's so creepy and feels like it would be so filled with jumpscares just nope
"a cauldron? What are u guys gonna do - eat me? that's gross!" feels like it should be in the movie
aw baby voldemort is so cute
ugh just chop off another finger or something wormtail jeez so much drama
how is voldemort still alive - the cauldron is on fire??
the movie is also really missing voldemort dancing with the death eaters
u dont have hair my dude stop caressing ur bald head
voldemort has lovely long fingernails
lucius' blonde hair poking out from beneath his hood is so funny 4 some reason.
"i can touch u now" is really not a good sentence
bit awkward to return with a dead body...
its alright harry *shakes his head violently*
uh oh that's not professor moody its barty jr
Order of the Phoenix
halfway done woo
the intro music is still a jam the 5th time
that is big whinging not little whinging
hi big D what a great nickname...
uh oh dementorrrrr
yes mrs figg the most iconic character in the movies
harry looks a lot like frodo baggins
yay the order is rescuing him finally
yes remus and sirius and mrs weasley and everyone
ooh kreacher
jeez hermione attack him
crookshanks attacking the extendable ears is just what my cat would do
cute godfather godson moments yeass
arthur weasley trying to function as a muggle is just so wholesome
ugh not umbridge ew
yes clear those charges
aw padfoot yess
wow that's a lovely coat sirius
voldemort looks great in a suit wow
didn't harry see his parents die? why couldn't he see the thestral before?
yes luna!
oh shut up umbridge oh my goddd
yes ron u tell seamus like a good friend
sassy harry reaching full potential
ugh umbridge sucks wow
so evil torturing harry
yes weasleys wizards wheezes
luna is so pure and perfect
the friendship between her and harry is so amazing
yas tell umbridge, mcgonagall
trelawneys bad but she doesn't deserve to be kicked out by umbridge
oof professor dumbledore just straight up ignored harry
yes harry just say you're rubbish that will make people think your sane
yes hermione break the rules!
oof ginny is jealous of cho liking harryyyy
yay the room of requirement!
dumbledores army is so fabuloussss
nigel is amazing and i love him
wow hermione just knocked out ron haha
harry potter the boy who made cheesy inspirational speeches
wow ginny is so powerful
harry and cho are so awkward eeehhhh
just because you’ve got the emotional range of a teaspoon *cringy forced laughter*
occlumency lessonnssss yay what fun
cute christmas scenes wow
ooh the family tree and sirius' backstory yay
harry u aren't becoming like voldemort u are going through pubertyyyy its hormonesssssss
yay hagrid finally
oh no it's bellatrix get ready for crazinesss
poor sirius he keeps getting the blame for everything that's so unfair
is neville tall or is harry short, because there is a huge height difference
aw all the patronuses are so cute
uh oh here comes umbridge...
noo they are captured and dumbledores lying waaa
oof dumbledore is as sassy as harry at some points - "dumbledores got style"
no umbridge is heaf and shes fricking evilllll
grawp yess. hes kind of cutee
ron is jealous of grawp bahaha
sheesh snape chill
yes a bit of maraudrrss aahhhh
thats it? noo
aw fred and george comforting a little boy is too cute!
yes fred and george!!! disrupt those OWLS!!
no harry! he doesn't have sirius nooo
yes hermione fake it till u make it ( or until u get umbridge attacked by grawp )
yay the centaurs are here as well get herrr
'i must not tell lies' the sass omg
jeez how many prophecies are there wow
pranked, harry dude ur kind of rubbish
well done ginny you've made all the prophecies fall
yh id rather watch my friends die than give u the prophecy, don't really like them tbh
yas sirius!
the order yes
you're beautiful sirius
noooooo siriusss 😭😭😭😭
yooo voldemort my dudeee
hope the ministry has a massive roomba
the DA just come in to see harry writhing on the floor and are like 'cool'
nice one fudge finally realised he's back cool, cool
ah yes angsty harry tm
aw poor luna, her shoes are all stolen.
luna is an icon though
we have something voldy doesn't - noses hahahaha
Half Blood Prince
uh oh the dark mark is here
death eaters as well fun
fenrir greyback!!
oh no not this bridge! i went across it and i was scared af
dumbledore appearing out of nowhere is so funny
ew slughorn no
wow i need dumbkwdored tidying spell so badly
slughorn collecting people is kind of creepy tbh
im so glad i dont have as many staircases as the weasleys
oh yes narcissa and bellatrix being shifty
oops snape u probs shouldnt have done that
yess fred and george!!!
weasleys wizard wheezes looks amazinggg
uh not cormac mclaggen
oooh its "draco and mummy"
no fenrir we wanted to look at draco stroking a cabinet
yes arnold!
yes draco malfoy is a "creepy bloke" ronald
why is draco always wearing a suit??
yes draco is going to pigfarts!
ouch why would u stomp on his nose??
yez luna save him
noo dont let snape teach defense against the dark arts!! i miss lupin...
poor harry having to do potions again ugh
dun dun dunnn the half blood prince
poor seamus stuff is still exploding
haha dumbledore ships hermione and harry lol
baby tom riddle is creepyy
tom riddle and slughorn were bffs wow so cute
edgy draco in his loki suit
aw rons the only one listening
ugh cormac mclaggen is so gross nooo
haha ron is so rubbish at quidditch id be just like him
'the binding is fragile' hahaha excuses
harry sleeps with his potions book hheehe wow
wow sneaky draco
rons face when hermione mentions her snogging him haha.
uh oh cursed necklace alert
harry pottrr the boy who just knew
snape is so sarcastic wow icon (not really tho ew)
oh god they're talking about skin aahhh
noo harry stop being awkwarddddd sit downn
ew cormac stop eating profiteroles so suggestively ugh
haa rons outfit
ew lavender stopp
oh yes "felix felicis" makes ron great at quidditch
poor hermione she just loves ron thats all
aw hermione and harrys friendship is so nice
angsty draco standing in a tower
"bUt I aM tHe ChOsEn OnE" god harry so pretentious
luna is the coolest person there is, nice work harry
draco in a suit again looking sad he does that a lot
no draco ur apple!
oh nvm its back dw
ugh cormac sucks. hermione why??
at least cormac did 1 good thing and vomited on snapes shoes
draco was lurking omgggg thats his vibe now
cant break an unbreakable vow - figured that out for myself thanks (sassy harry)
ew lavender stopppp
ooh noo ginny dont feed him a mince pie awkwarddd
thanks ron
stoppp ginny. harry can tie his own shoelaceee
why do they need to burn the burrow this doesnt happen in the books #not canon
wow everyones sassy including hermione now
also lav is an awful nicknname
aha tom riddle is still creepy
okay thats a lie slughorn u told him about horcruxes
uh oh ron loves romilda vane oop
harry thinks the moon is divine haha
Ron hugging a pillow then falling off the sofa in the background oh my gosh
slughorn is so useless
haha snapes face while rons saying hermiones name
draco being edgy again woowwww
lavender that is a death glare if ever i saw one
oh no draco is crying in a bathroom now like a moody teenager
let him cry in peace harry god man
'nyaaah' is dracos go to dueling sound
oops harry u kinda killed him a little bit.
no this is so awkwarddd ginny dont
just kiss like in the books after the quidditch match thats way better
yes the felix felicis
love harry potter like this its so funny
‘harry!’ ‘sir!’
not to mention the pincers *gestures awkwardly*
nice speech harry, now u have answers on the horcruxes
ooh back to tom riddle being creepy
yas harry and dumbledore field trip quality student teacher time
snape being edgy now wow everyone is in this movie
oops foreshadowing...
harry has precious blood apparently?
yay boat ride and smoothie
harry potter not harry water bro
noo bad just aguamenti right into his mouth Harry
yay new friends!!!
dumbledore ur gonna set harry on fire careful my dude
ooh death eaterz
did draco change intot hat suit to impress the death eaters?
oop bye dumbledore
harry brooding in dumbledores office
yess RAB get wrecked voldemort
harry ur thick apparently?
aw cute friendship
Deathly Hallows Pt. 1
rusty logo wow
‘ello whoo are u
oh scrimgeour hi i dislike u dude
veey dramatic
aaawww hermione no
yas dudley being nice to harry and vernon listening to him and leaving
ron brooding wow
bye parents sad face
wow vernons old man
ooh its snapeee he looks loke he has a lot of contpur on
yay snape has a savey seat
pius is a great name
uh oh i dont wanna give u my wand voldy
dracos face haha
ugh do they have to watch nagini eat professor burbage gross
the dursleys house looks so empty
yay the cupboard happy memories and his baby toys cuteee
moody thinks that harrys gorgeous.
yay remus and tonksss
shut up mundungus
blimey hermionee
'just trying to diffuse the tension' hahaha lol
wow so many harrys lol
yh wouldnt want to go in the motorbike tbh
uh oh death eaters
wow parkour harry
nooo hedwig - the saddest bit of this movie
yo voldemort wassup
oops the pylons fell down... just fly away good idea
nooo george's ear
jeez lupin y are u being crazy dude
george is saint like and holy aw so cute brother moments
uh oh bye moody u were a bit creepy tbh
ha lol harry a lot of people are going to die for u
harry stop being moody omg
wow george way to ruin the vibe dude
yo minister leave pls
ron just being ungrateful - u can turn out lights now ron lucky u
yay hermione you get a childrens book thats great
wow a snitch lucky u harry. hes so pleased with that. little does he know.... its a resurrection stone bro
give him the sword man
yay nice wedding
luna interrupting deep thoughts casually
xenophilius is creepy
ron and hermione staring at each other is a mood.
way to crash a wedding dude
hermione is the most competent out of all three it has to be said
i really want that bag of hermiones
shouldnt have said voldemory now the death eaters are here whoops
"hermione" *strokes face awkwardly*
sassy harry yas
oh yes grimmauld place
oof voldys having wand struggles
hi kreacher please leave ur creepy thanks
aw siriuzz room so cute sad hes dead
regulus arcturus black yay
ugh mundungus fletcher u suck dude
aw neville
oh no pie dude is the minister if magic now
uh shut up umbridge
feel like u dont need that many posters
sentimental piano playing wow
yo dobbyyyy
umbridge ruins everything omg
ron - u dont have a wife
haha harry getting out of the lift and walking in such a weird wayyy bahahaha
ew umbridge has moodys eye groosss
yas the ugly plates are still in her office
oops ron u just kissed that random dudez wife
nice suit harry
ouch splinch
lovely tent
kill the locket dude
dean thomas is on the run ooh fancy
yh harry stop letting voldemort in dude
harry stop being so moody bro
ooh watch snape on the map thats not creepy.
oh no snatchers...
ah u almost got caught dudes
ron ur so weak wow cant apparate or anything
lot of missing people...
haha a quarantine haircut
yes hermione ur brilliant
oh god ron stop chill
bye ron i guess lol
poor hermione
yas awkward dancing timee
awkward stares
kissy for the snitch. he must really miss ginny
uh oh its opening at the closee
vfd!!! an eyee!!!
ooh godrics hollowwww
oop its christmas eve whoopssss
oh a deathly Hallows
parents grave yay!
ur bathilda? nope im a snake boiii
bathilda is 1 creepy lady
what are u saying my dude????
ew snake lady
chaira are good defences agaunst snakes definitely
ah she jumped at them
looks like a nice campsite
wow now hermiones being sentimental
oop she sat on harrys wand
wait nvm
oooh a doe a deer a female deer
dont drown harry that would be awkward
omgbharry stop undressing
oof the locket strangling him
yay ron saved him yas dude
ron kill the horcrux
u tell him hermione
nice ron tell them u have been hearing voices
yes go see xenophilius the crazy dudee
aw ron ur so awkwsrd bro
their house is so cute
shut up ron god
yay we know about the deathly hallows now
xenophilius is so suspicious tho
why would you say his nameeee
noo snatchers
ooo ominous malfoy manor
draco dont doo ittt
yay dobby!
ah no hermione
aw draco looks sad in his little loki suit
yay dobby 'maiming and seriously injuring'
nooo dobby! he deserved so much better 😭
"hey guys welcome back to my unboxing video today we are opening dumbledores grave"
yay the elder wand wow
giving away ur position a bit dude by shooting stuff in the air
Deathly Hallows Pt. 2
snape hi ur brooding
lots of dementys
dramatic music
waaa dobby
yay bill and fleur
yo griphook what up
the sword was in a river bro
madam lestrange? no!
oops thats not dracos wand anymore wowww
wands are just like 'ya hiiii we have feelings too'
oop ollivander knows about the elder wand bros
ron looks great with a moustache tho
harry just broke the law jeez...
wow that cart looks fun
wow they fell from the cart nice
oh no ron broke the law too whoops
yay a dragon
lots of gold nice
yay the cup
oops they messed up nkw everything is multiplyinggg
griphook y are u evil my dude
yay ride a dragon
oops they fell no
yas they escaped
uh oh voldemort is onto them
that's a lot of dead people
oh no everyones looking for them
ah aberforth hi!
the other part of harry's mirror!
oop dumbledore was a secretive dude
ariana yas
neville!
i love neville hes so great now
yay all of the DA
luna!
ginny is being awkward
'shut up seamus' hhaha
aaa snape yooo
snape stop being a meanie
stop being angry harry
yas queen! mcgonagall!!!!
yay
uh oh voldemort is whispering to harry again
stop voldemort you need a cough sweet
yes everyone protect him
haha filch is a blithering idiot wow
i love mcgonagall
run harry
boom! seamus blow stuff up!
yay the knight peeps
uh yes theyre protecting harry and everyone
yes luna is so smart and iconic
go talk to a ghost harry
thats a lot of death eaters
go away voldemort no one likes u
yes go stab a crown harry
yay remus
fred and george aw
ron fake parseltonguing lol
nooo quidditch
lol peeps got disintegrated
go hermione stab the cup
yessss kisss!!!!
tonks and remus together wow
wow i hate voldemort's bald head with the weird veins
run neville!
yay ginny and neville
yay a little kiss for harry!
ooh the room of requirement
edgy draco back at it again
ooh the diadem
no dracooo
yh draco y didnt u give harry away?
aw ron loves hermione
uh oh fireee
nice work goyle
bye crabbe lol
yay hes saving draco
nice killed the tiara
oops voldemorts getting angry
snapes gonna dies dudes
runnnnn guys
lavenders being eaten
yay aberforth
yeet snapes dying
gosh naginis violent
“ew snape sorry i dont like u even tho u loved my mum” - what harry should have said
woops bye snape
freds death is too sad
nooo remus and tonks
go watch snapes life my dude
yess the always bit (i dont like snape but its iconic)
poor harry
its so sad that hes just sacrificing himself
his eye contact with ron omg im cryinggg
ooh yay his familyyy
he should have said 'its muffin time’ to the resurrection stone and it would be like 'cool bro here's your dead family'
u got this harry
yay teddy mention
"until the end" yas james
lets do this harry
wow voldemort why are you standing like a weirdo
yes harry be a brave man
byee harryyyy
oooh hes alive still
hi dumbledore
yes harry is a brave brave man
cool explain it to him dumbledore
bye dumbledoreeee
wow voldy u weakk bro
yas dracos alive get off me
aw neville u got this man
voldy yeeted that dead giant wow
ew snakey boi
nooo hes dead waa
poor draco such an awkward hug
oop neville what?
ok ur just making a speech that fine carry on
voldys very polite for a villain
yay harrys alive
haha dieee
run lucius wow
oof destroying the school harry really
naginis coming run hermione
u got dis neville
noo ron
yes molly!!!
y r u hugging dudes u arent friends... did u forget? oops..
ouch
bye snake boiii
neville is so iconic omg
kill him HARRY
noice
haha disintegrate voldemort
byeee
dont breathe in voldemort guys
wow harrys a mess
yay hagrid
hermione and ron are so sweet aw
harry yeet the wand
wow draco owns the wand and now harry has it
YEET
aw the friendship
yess 19 years later
wow that hair harry
all of their haircuts are tragic tbh...
should be albus remus potter... just sayinggg
THE END DUDESSSSS
#pls read#unfortunately this is basically my stream of consciousness#i think like that#idk#philosophers stone#chamber of secrets#prisoner of azkaban#goblet of fire#order of the phoenix#half blood prince#deathly hallows#harry potter#harry potter movie marathon#ron weasley#hermione granger#albus dumbledore#voldemort
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Bring Him Home
To @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin
From @kaleidodreams
Summary: During a snowstorm, Yuri worries when Otabek is late coming home from practice.
Rating: T/Teen and Up Audiences (Just for language, though, because Yurio.)
Message: I hope you enjoy gift, Rodinia! Merry Christmas and happy holidays!
"Where the hell is he?“
Yuri pulls his coat tight around his torso as he looks over the fire escape railing, down at the parking lot three stories below. The space where Otabek usually parks his bike is still empty, covered with a light dusting of snow. Snowflakes continue to fall from the sky, clinging to Yuri’s hair and shoulders. The weather can’t seem to make up its mind what it wants to do. One minute it’ll be snowing, only for the snow to turn into sleet, then right back into snow again in seemingly the blink of an eye.
Yuri hates Otabek driving his bike in this kind of weather. He’s a great driver, but the roads are icy, and it won’t be long until the sun sets, the sky already turning various shades of yellows, oranges, and blues behind the clouds. He should had waited around at the rink until Otabek finished his session with Viktor – the two of them were polishing up the choreography of Otabek’s free skate before Four Continents next week – instead of rushing back to the apartment to start on a dinner that was fast going cold. If he had, he would have convinced Otabek to leave the bike behind and take the subway back home with him instead.
Home.
Yeah, six months later, and that’s still a little weird.
Yuri fiddles with the simple black band adorning his right hand, the ring twisting easily due to the cold shrinking his already-slender fingers. Otabek had given it to him the night they moved into the apartment together, shortly before the current skating season started. A sappy gift, one that made Yuri cry ugly embarrassing tears when Otabek slipped it on his middle finger, but it means so much to him that Otabek accepts who he is, that he still loves him despite the fact that Yuri doesn’t have the same desires as him. Their relationship is unconventional, occupying some nebulous area between best friends and lovers, yet it works for them.
Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he checks the clock for the third time since he came out on the fire escape. Shit, Otabek really is late; even with the bad weather, Yuri expected him to be home by now. He sighs, his breath visible in the freezing air. Should he call? He doesn’t want to distract Otabek from paying attention to the road if he’s driving, though.
He settles for texting Viktor. It isn’t helpful, but at least he feels a little better after chewing Viktor out for allowing Otabek to leave on his own – never mind the fact that the snow didn’t start falling in earnest until after Otabek already texted Yuri to tell him he was about to leave the rink.
If only he had been able to reply to the text faster…
Yuri runs a hand through his hair, frustrated.
He’s half-tempted to start looking for Otabek on his own, but he doesn’t own a car. Doesn’t even have a license yet. He keeps meaning to sign up for lessons; it’s just difficult to find the time between training, competitions, tours, and sponsorship obligations. Besides, he usually gets around the city well enough without one.
Maybe I should try calling the local hospitals?
If something bad has happened… With shaking fingers, Yuri finds the number of the nearest hospital online. The phone starts to ring in his ear just as he hears the familiar sound of Otabek’s bike pulling into the parking lot.
“Fuckin’ finally,” he says, exhaling in relief. After ending the call and sliding his phone back in the back pocket of his jeans, he leans over the railing and yells down at Otabek. “You’re late. Get your ass up here!”
He isn’t sure if Otabek can understand what he’s saying from so far away, but he looks up at Yuri after he takes off his helmet, holding his hand up in a “thumbs up” signal.
A grin tugs at Yuri’s lips despite himself. “Idiot.”
He brushes off the snow as best he can, then climbs through the window to go back inside.
Their apartment is in the loft of an old abandoned canning factory. Other than the bathroom, it’s completely open concept, with cement floors, exposed brick walls, and large floor-to-ceiling windows that look out onto the street view, letting in a ton of natural light when it isn’t so cloudy. It’s more Otabek’s style than Yuri’s, to be honest – Yuri likes silly things like drywall and ceilings that actually hide all the pipes and ductwork from sight – but his influence shines through in the pops of leopard print scattered around the room, from the throw pillows on the leather couch to the rug underneath their dining table to the duvet covering their king-sized bed.
After shrugging off his coat, Yuri starts to sling it over the back of the couch when he thinks better of it, hanging it back on the coat rack where it belongs.
Learning to live together has been a relatively smooth transition for the most part. He and Otabek enjoy a lot of the same things – the same foods, the same music, the same TV shows – and whatever differences between them tend to be complementary in nature. Yuri loves to cook; Otabek is a weirdo who actually likes doing dishes. Otabek’s better at keeping organized, so he makes sure the bills get paid on time and schedules most of their appointments. Yuri is an expert when it comes to bargain shopping thanks to his grandpa’s teachings, so he’s in charge of buying the groceries and other household necessities. They don’t argue about much, but Otabek’s annoyance with Yuri’s slovenly tendencies is their one red-button issue, a bad habit Yuri is trying his best to break.
A couple of minutes later, Otabek walks through the front door. Yuri prepares to yell at him some more for worrying him so much, but the words die on his lips when he sees the long scratch along the side of Otabek’s cheek. It runs from just a little below his left eye to almost down to his jawline.
“Oh my god, what the hell happened to your face?”
Otabek flinches when Yuri gently presses a finger against the cut. “Oh, the cat got me,” he says. “It’s no big deal.”
“What cat?” He couldn’t be talking about Potya. Yuri would have noticed the scratch earlier if that was the case. Besides, Potya isn’t much of a scratcher; he’s more likely to ignore someone altogether if he’s angry, swishing his tail as if he’s a king dismissing one of his lowly subjects.
Meow.
Yuri arches an eyebrow. “Did your jacket just ‘meow’?”
Otabek unzips his leather jacket half-way, an orange tabby hesitantly poking its head out. The poor thing is wet and shivering, large green eyes taking in its new surroundings, and Yuri’s heart immediately fills with pity. Despite his tough reputation, he’s always had a soft spot for animals – particularly cats of all persuasions.
“Stay here. I’ll get a towel,” he says, heading to the bathroom.
When he returns, Otabek has taken the cat fully out of his jacket, its increasingly loud meows as it squirms in Otabek’s arms catching Potya’s attention. Potya claws at Otabek’s legs, letting out a few meows of his own as he tries to see what is going on.
“Potya, down.” Yuri unhooks Potya’s claws from Otabek’s jeans, then gathers the skittish cat in the leopard-print towel he had brought with him, carrying it over to the couch.
Yuri frowns as he looks the cat over. It appears severely underfed; he can feel its bones with only the slightest touch. He judges it to be around three to four months old, bigger than a kitten, but not quite full-grown. No collar to be found. It’s most likely a stray, but they would need to take it to the vet to check if it had a microchip to be certain.
“Hey, where did you come from, little one?” he coos, rubbing the towel over the cat’s wet fur. The meows begin to quiet down, the tabby no longer trying to break free as it allows Yuri to dry it off.
“You know that old maple tree where I usually park my bike?” Otabek sits down beside Yuri, slinging an arm over the back of the couch. “I was just about to leave the rink when I heard it meowing from up in the branches. It was too scared to climb down on its own, so I rescued him.”
Glancing up, Yuri’s eyes widen. “You mean to tell me you climbed up a tree, rescued a stray cat, then drove all the way here from the rink in the sleet and snow with it stuffed in your fucking jacket?” He doesn’t know whether he wants to hug Otabek or smack him upside the head. Maybe a little of both. “Do you realize how dangerous that could have been?”
Between the two of them, Otabek is supposed to be the responsible one. A stunt like that is more Yuri’s style.
“What other choice did I have?” Otabek asks, scratching behind the tabby’s left ear. “I couldn’t leave it there, not when it was so cold and wet.”
“Yeah, but –” Yuri sighs, bringing his hand to Otabek’s injured cheek. “You should clean that up and put some ointment on it.”
“It’s fine,” he insists, brushing the hand away.
“Beka, go get the first aid kit. It could get infected.”
“Okay, okay.” Otabek heads to the bathroom.
While he’s gone, Potya jumps up to take his spot on the couch, watching in curiosity as Yuri continues drying off the stray. “Hey, be nice,” Yuri warns with a wag of his finger. Potya isn’t accustomed to being around other animals besides Viktor’s and Yuuri’s poodle, Makkachin, but after sniffing the newcomer for a few seconds and letting out a hiss, he loses interest, hopping down to the floor with a flounce of his fluffy tail before climbing to the very top of his cat tower.
Well, that went surprisingly…okay, Yuri thinks. Ideally, he’d like to keep one of the cats in a separate room for the time being, but in an apartment devoid of proper rooms, that really isn’t an option.
After checking to see if the stray is a boy or a girl – definitely male – Yuri sets him down on the floor and heads to the kitchen, grabbing a can of Potya’s food from one of the upper cabinets. The stray follows after him, meowing at the top of his lungs as Yuri pulls back the tab on the can.
“Hold on, just a minute,” he laughs, dumping the food into an old bowl of Potya’s and placing it down on the floor. “There. Hope you like chicken and tuna.”
He does, if the way he chows down on the food is any indication, practically inhaling it. Yuri smirks, reminded of the way Yuuri always shovels bowls of katsudon in his mouth, and squats down to pet the tabby. It had probably been days since he had a decent meal. If Otabek hadn’t found and rescued him… “Man, you’re a lucky kitty,” Yuri murmurs.
The tabby takes a break from eating, a loud purr vibrating through his emaciated body as he rubs his head against Yuri’s hand. Yuri practically dies from the cute, glad that Otabek’s not in earshot as he babbles high-pitched nonsense. Not that Otabek isn’t fully aware what being in the vicinity of an adorable kitty will do to him, but he likes to think he has some pride left.
“Oh, gotta take a pic!”
He pulls his phone back out and takes a few snapshots, choosing the cutest one to post on his Instagram. He captions it: Beka rescued this tabby from a tree near the rink. Nobody claims him? HE’S MINE!
There, he’s done his duty to try to find the owner, although Yuri doubts he has one. If he does, then they’re obviously not a very good one.
Leaving the tabby to continue eating his food, Yuri stands back up and sets his phone on the counter. Otabek still hasn’t returned to the living area, causing Yuri to frown. It shouldn’t take so long just to clean and bandage a scratch, should it?
He knocks on the door to the bathroom. “Beka, do you need some help in there?”
“No, I’m almost done. I’ll be out in a sec.”
Yuri opens the door anyway. Otabek is standing shirtless in front of the mirror, applying topical ointment to the before-unseen scratches on his chest and abdomen. A gauze bandage already covers the one on his face.
“Wow, Salchow really did a number on you,” Yuri says, leaning against the doorframe.
Otabek meets his gaze in the reflection of the mirror, cocking an eyebrow. “Salchow?”
“That’s what I decided to name him. It is a him, by the way. I checked.”
“Good name,” Otabek says, smiling as he turns around, bracing himself against the vanity. “I guess that means we’re keeping him?”
Oh, right, it isn’t just his decision anymore. Yuri forgot. Probably should’ve waited to post that picture until after they had discussed it…
“I mean, do you mind? I don’t think he has an owner, and we can’t just let him loose again…”
“It’s fine, but will he and Potya get along? You know how Potya gets around strangers…”
Potya does tend to be wary when unknown people visit the apartment, although strangely enough, he had accepted Otabek almost right away. Sometimes Yuri suspects Potya even likes Otabek better than him.
He pokes his head back into the living area, checking on them. So far, so good. Salchow is still chowing down on his food, and Potya has begun cleaning himself on top of the cat tower, completely ignoring the newcomer as he licks his paws. “I…think it’ll be okay?” he says, turning back around. “They haven’t killed each other yet, at least.”
“That’s a low bar you’ve set for feline friendship.”
Yuri rolls his eyes. “Whatever. Here, give me that. You missed some.”
Coming further into the bathroom, he takes the tube of antibiotic ointment from Otabek’s hand, squeezing a small amount on the tip of his finger and spreading it over a scratch located just above the waistband of his jeans.
At his touch, Otabek’s breath hitches at the back of his throat.
Yuri glances up. “Does it hurt?”
“No.” He presses his lips together, eyes rolling up to the ceiling, and Yuri notices his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “No, um, I’m just…sensitive…there…”
It takes Yuri a moment to realize what exactly Otabek means by that. When he does, he jerks his finger away as if he had touched a steaming hot kettle. “Oh. Crap! Sorry.”
Otabek chuckles. “It’s not like I mind, you know.”
“Yeah, but…”
Not for the first time, Yuri wonders if Otabek is really satisfied with their relationship in its current state. Whenever he asks, Otabek always assures him that he is, that he loves just being with him even if they never do anything beyond cuddling and the occasional chaste kiss, but sometimes it’s hard for Yuri to believe.
“It really was stupid of you to bring Salchow home with you on your bike, though,” Yuri says, changing the subject. He turns his attention to another scratch underneath Otabek’s ribcage. “If he had tried to escape out of your jacket and you lost control…”
Yuri shakes his head, trying to force the image of Otabek’s bloodied body laying lifeless in the snow beside the crumpled metal of his motorcycle out of his mind. It doesn’t work. His eyes well up anyway against his will, and he sniffles, swearing as he swipes his hand over his face.
This isn’t him. He’s the Ice Tiger of Russia – tough and fierce. But he can’t help it when it comes to Otabek. He loves him too much, even if it’s not the same kind of “love” that most people expect. Yuri doesn’t really believe in soulmates, but if such a thing really existed, he has no doubt Otabek would be his.
“Yura…” Otabek places his hands on Yuri’s upper arms. “I’m sorry I made you worry,” he says softly, resting his forehead against Yuri’s.
“You should be.” Yuri tries to glare at him through his tears, but it’s half-hearted at best, his anger swallowed by the overwhelming relief he feels that Otabek made it home safe and in one piece, minus a few scratches.
Sighing, he wraps his arms around Otabek’s waist and buries his head in his shoulder. “You really did scare me,” he admits in a muffled voice as Otabek returns the embrace. “It was getting so late, and the snow kept falling, and…and… Well, you should have called me!”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Otabek kisses the top of his head, hugging him even tighter. The front of his favorite sweatshirt is no doubt covered in smears of ointment, but Yuri doesn’t care, taking comfort in the warmth of his body heat. “My phone died right after I sent that last text to you. I forgot to charge it.”
“Not an excuse.”
Otabek laughs softly, but Yuri’s one hundred percent serious. He doesn’t ever want to worry about him like that ever again. “No more driving your bike in bad weather, okay?”
“Okay,” Otabek says, not even putting up the pretense of an argument.
“And keep your stupid phone charged, too. You’re usually better about that.”
“Okay.”
“And –”
“Okay.”
Yuri finally pulls away, looking back up. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”
“'And don’t ever leave me alone in the world'…right?”
Dammit, it annoys him when Otabek reads his mind like that. Is he really so predictable? “Well, I wasn’t gonna say it like that…” Shifting his eyes downward to stare at the tile floor, Yuri tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. “…but, um, yeah, that was the general gist of it, I guess.”
Otabek brushes back Yuri’s bangs and kisses him on his forehead. “Okay, I promise I won’t die,” he says in a soft voice.
If only it was possible to keep such a promise… Yuri wraps his arms around Otabek’s waist, allowing him to hug him once again. “Just… try not to get yourself killed,” he amends. “That’s good enough for me.”
“Deal.”
The two of them stay like that for a long moment, embracing each other until a crashing sound followed by a stampede of tiny paws breaks the mood. Groaning, Yuri releases his hold.
“I knew the peace was too good to last,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “Come on, Beka. Let’s round up the kids before they really do kill each other.”
#rodiniaorzetalthepenquin#kaleidodreams#gifts19#YOIsanta19#fanfic#otayuri#Otabek Altin#Yuri Plisetsky#Yuri!!! on Ice#submission
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Melancholy
Here...for Father's Day, a tiny glimpse into the future.
♡
The soft, gradual seepage of light pulled at Viktor's groggy brain, still half swimming in dreamland somewhere.
Huh…he needed to get up. Yuuri had practice this morning, and Yuri threw a fit any time they were late. Off-season was no excuse for being lax with practice, in his eyes. Never mind the fact that he was literally at the peak of his career right now.
Ah, but wait. No, he didn't need to get up: this wasn't a practice day, it was Sunday. The thought made him melt into the bed with a sleepy sigh. This would be the first true off day they'd had in several weeks, and he could finally enjoy it.
Though he did need to get up and check on Haru-chan. Toddlers didn't sleep in. Quite the contrary; most of the time, Chiharu was waiting for them when they got up, cranky and impatient to be out of his crib. He drew in a deep, slow breath through his nose, mentally preparing to get up.
As if to read his mind, he felt the light, gentle tickle of chilly fingers brush across his forehead, tucking his bangs to the side. They're always cold these days, he thought blearily.
"Sleep in," came Yuuri's soft whisper. Warm lips touched his brow. "I've got him."
The energy to protest was too elusive. With a shapeless, hummed sigh, he drifted back to sleep.
-
This time, the distant sound of clinking and the scent of something sweet and delicious was what greeted him when he woke.
He twisted onto his back, squeezing his lids shut as he held his breath in a stretch that made his back muscles burn pleasantly, then he relaxed, reaching up to rub the sleep from his eyes. A bleary glance at the window confirmed a cheerfully sunny day. Maybe they could take Chiharu and Makka to the park later. It was plenty warm enough now.
Before he could contemplate the effort it would take to slide out of bed and brush his teeth, Yuuri poked his head in the door, glasses slightly crooked on the bridge of his cute nose.
"Oh, good, you're awake." He moved the door open with his foot, revealing three things: that he, too, was still in his very loose pajamas, that their tousle-haired, footie pajama-clad two-year-old was sleepily grasping his mama's pajama pant leg in one fist and dragging his tiger plushie in the other, and that a tray of steaming breakfast and coffee was balanced in Yuuri's arms.
Viktor just about melted on the spot. "Aw, babe…"
Yuuri's pretty brown eyes crinkled at the corners. "Happy Father's Day." As he slowly approached the bed, he looked down at Chiharu, eyes softening in that special way reserved only for their baby boy. "What do you tell him, Haru-chan?"
Chiharu let go and toddled to the bed, clutching the comforter and trying to climb up, so Viktor quickly reached down and lifted him into his arms, hearing the sweetest little "appy faver's day" as Chiharu snuggled close.
"Aw, buddy, thank you so much," he murmured, pressing a kiss to his son's messy black hair and combing through the silky strands with his fingers. "Daddy loves you. Did you help mama cook for me?"
Chiharu nodded, burying a pleased grin in Viktor's bare chest.
"He pushed the button on the coffee maker all by himself," Yuuri said very seriously, folding the legs of the tray down and setting it across Viktor's lap. Viktor lifted his chin to meet the quick kiss Yuuri dropped on his mouth, wrinkling his nose.
"Sorry. Morning breath."
"I think I'm used to that by now," Yuuri chuckled, smoothing Viktor's likely horrendously messy hair back on his forehead and smooching the hairline he hated so much, but Yuuri adored. "Love you, Vitya."
Viktor gave a dopey smile up at him, strands of hair tickling his shoulders as it fell back into place. "Love you, too, solnyshko."
Chiharu lifted his arms, and Yuuri obliged, narrowly missing the coffee cup with one small foot as Viktor transferred Chiharu to his mama. "Here, let's sit next to daddy while he has his breakfast." They propped up next to him, and Yuuri stretched his legs out, adjusting the wiggly toddler in his arms.
Yuuri was a very good cook, and Viktor was sure it had nothing to do with stereotypes. He was just good at everything he did, of course. Two, nearly three years of marriage, and Viktor was still pretty convinced that Yuuri was actually an angel in disguise.
A stubborn angel, but an angel nonetheless.
The waffles, eggs, and bacon were as scrumptious as ever. He was touched that Yuuri had made his favorites. He shared a few bites with Chiharu, giving him more eggs than waffles to keep the sugar level at a minimum, then Chiharu got bored with watching daddy eat, choosing instead to play with Makkachin's fluffy tail at the end of the bed. Yuuri politely declined the offer to share the breakfast, and Viktor almost, almost kept his brow from creasing in concern.
"Still feeling sick?" That hadn't come out as casual as he'd wanted.
Yuuri just nodded, not meeting his eyes, gazing nonchalantly at a point on the wall across from their bed.
Viktor's heart pressed to the bottom of his esophagus. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling out of place. "Babe, do you need…are you…"
"No." Yuuri swallowed, shaking his head. "I'm fine." He wasn't fine. His lower lip was trembling. The hands folded on his stomach were fidgeting, fingers pressing into flesh.
"Yuuri," Viktor murmured, and Yuuri closed his eyes, dark brows furrowing for half a second, then he gave Viktor a light smile that was usually reserved for cameras that were shoved in his face.
"Really. I'm fine. I'll just drink some mint tea, it'll help."
Don't, his eyes pleaded.
Viktor quickly dropped the subject, and the strange moment passed, gone for now.
Gone until the next one.
He finished his breakfast with gusto, making a show of licking the syrup off of the fork with the flat of his tongue, and Yuuri rolled his eyes with a smile, shouldering him gently. "That was delicious, you two. Thank you." He licked his lips free of syrup and kissed Yuuri's pale cheek with a soft smack.
"You're welcome, honey." Yuri glanced at their son with a raised brow. "Haru-chan?"
"Melcome," Chiharu piped from the end of the bed, busy running his small fingers through Makkachin's curly fur. Makka just sat patiently, gnawing on his rawhide.
After stealing another kiss, Viktor helped Yuuri clean up the kitchen. Chiharu played on the floor of the living room, scooting along behind Makkachin and pretending to be a puppy. Their shoulders still touched as they moved around each other, washing up the dishes. Yuuri still stuck his hand down the back of Viktor's pants and squeezed one buttcheek when Viktor gave him a side hug and kissed him on the temple, like always. They lazed around for the rest of the day, watching movies and eating popcorn. Yuuri still laughed his beautiful, musical laugh. Still kissed Viktor with just as much tender affection.
Though it was a good Father's Day, Viktor would always look back on it with a tinge of melancholy.
...
Just...just a tinge.
#yuri on ice#victuuri#swbf#wptos#hi hello mama lil is alive#discouraged but alive#have this absolute mess i wrote in about 15 minutes just now#i love yall ♡#happy fathers day vitya
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The 2p Allies with an s/o who has vivid nightmares
2p America/Allen Jones: He wouldn’t find you a bother at all, in fact he had vivid nightmares when he was younger of the Native Americans he used to call family being taken away and slaughtered, so he understands where you’re coming from. He would hold you and reassure you that he’s there, and nothing and nobody is ever going to hurt you, not while he’s around. Be prepared for a major cuddling session, filled with loving words of reassurance and compliments.
2p Canada/Matthieu Williams: At first, he would be surprised that you had such horrible nightmares, and blame himself for not knowing you well enough. However he’d soon get over himself and try to help you. Get ready for delicious fluffy pancakes with warm maple syrup and hot chocolate at 2 am and funny stories about what his family did, whether it be embarrassing or full on hilarious. He can’t handle you not smiling if he has the ability fix it.
2p England/Oliver Kirkland: He would be really ashamed of himself at first. He used to help Allen with his nightmares as a child, so why couldn’t he figure out that you were having them too? Nonetheless, he would softly scold you for not getting him and telling him about it, then he would bake you some sweets. Whatever you want, he would make you. Then, you two would grab a blanket and cuddle on the couch while watching Disney movies and drinking tea till either one or both of you fall asleep in each others arms.
2p France/Francois Bonnefoy: Francois would frown, which he rarely does, since his usual expression is blank, not a frown despite popular belief. He wouldn’t say anything, just take you to a secret place he knows. Whenever he needs to think, he goes to a secluded beach that nobody knows about and just sits there to listen to the ocean waves and feel the breeze on his hair. He would drive you there with a a few blankets and some snacks. There, you two would sit together and listen to the waves and eat together. There would be calm.
2p Russia/Viktor Braginski: Viktor, of course, already knew of the nightmares. He would wonder why you would never run up to him and confront him about them. He would wait about, I’d say, 2 nights after he notices them to confront you about him. He’d be a little hurt at first, thinking that you didn’t trust him at first, but once you’d explain to him that you didn’t want to bother him, he would be more understanding. He would take you to his study/library with your choice of drink and a plate of cookies, and he would lay your head on his lap while he reads to you your favorite book, and you yourself would be eating cookies and listening to his soothing voice, equipped with his lovely heavy Russian accent.
2p China/Zao Wang: Zao would be a little skeptical at first, but he would then understand the situation that you were in. He would recommend that you see a therapist, since he understands that medical help is very important in serious matters of mental state. After getting professional help from the therapist, he would do everything in his power to make sure that you were comfortable in any way possible. If that means more stuffed animals, night lights, soothing music while you two sleep, then it’s fine by him. Whatever makes you happy. (And, if you do smoke weed, he would try to get you guys to smoke before you go to sleep to relax)
(this is for @snipertiino! and dear, you should really seek some professional help if you still have those vivid nightmares! I know first hand the effect that a therapist can have on your mental state, and many of my friends and I have resolved some issues through therapy. It really does help. I hope you feel better soon, and have a lovely day!)
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Ali, I am looking for new fanfictions, can you suggest some of your favourites? Victuuri And Otayuri I love them both! Thank you! ❤️
Oh gosh strap in, I have read far too many so this list might end up being kinda long! I don’t read Otayuri but I have a lot of Victuuri to throw your way buddy
(Under the cut)
Kintsugi by @witchsbane 114k (wip)
Yuuri Katsuki is a hitman burdened with a debt he can never repay. His target: Viktor Nikiforov, next Pakhan to one of the most dangerous families in the Russian mafia.
When the two are drawn into a treacherous alliance after a mission gone wrong, the bonds of love and loyalty to family and duty begin to unravel—even as they get more tangled up in each other.
ok but this is honestly my favourite yoi fic of all time!! The writing is so amazing and you get immersed straight away bc its so vivid and descriptive!! The plot is i n c r e d i b l e, I always seem to come back and reread it because its just as amazing the second (and third) time around. I literally can’t recommend it enough!!
empty spaces between stars by @victuuriplease 124k (wip)
Victor gets just as drunk as Yuuri at the Sochi Banquet, and they disappear together after the dance-offs. They wake up the morning after with rings on their fingers, and pictures of them kissing after getting married the night before are all over the tabloids… but neither of them remembers a thing. They decide to stay married for a while for the sake of Victor’s sponsorships, and in exchange, Victor coaches Yuuri through nationals…
!!!!! This is fantastic !!!! I’m such a sucker for fake dating marriage fics, and this might be the best one I’ve ever read! The fluff is wonderful and balances out the angst and pining and just!! I love it a lot!!
The Boyfriend Experience by @victorsporosya 240k (wip)
Katsuki Yuuri is an accomplished escort at 23, operating under the pseudonym Eros, in Detroit. When one of his favourite clients sets him up with none other than world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, the delicate balance between Yuuri’s personal and professional life teeters ever closer towards ruin.
Ok but this fic also owns my life, Adele’s writing is so beautiful and even when you’re crying from the angst, you still feel blessed to be reading it! You can tell how much thought has been put into every sentence and it deserves all of the love and appreciation
Kings in Couture by @forovnix 15k (wip)
a devil wears prada au in which victor is the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, yuuri’s his new secretary, and instead of talking about his feelings, victor just sends him on a bunch of errands—“Okay, okay. Ready.” Yuuri starts scribbling as the voice on the other end, someone from the Style and Trends department, relays instructions. “Sorry, can you please spell ‘Gabbana’?”
The person on the line promptly hangs up on him.
Awkwardly, he sets the phone back on the receiver. “Guess not.”
This fic is a blessing tbh, it’s so witty and fun to read and two chapters of pure gold
hey stranger (don’t i look familiar to you) by @forovnix 4k
It’s not that Yuuri is a nosy person. To be fair, he thinks anyone would wonder about the person they’ve been sharing a space with for the better part of a year.
Or, Yuuri is a part-time professor who shares an office with someone who writes themselves too many post-it notes. There are a lot of facts to process, and Yuuri’s got a lot of assumptions.
This is so heckin cute!! Had me smiling all the way through!! Once again Justine has blessed us with her lovely writing
not gold like in your dreams by @ebenroot 87k (complete)
“Victor, you could have let some psychopath into your apartment.”
“Oh come on, he’s not a psychopath,” Victor chides. Christophe makes a gesture with his hand that says ‘are you seriously this naïve or are you drunk at work again?’.
“Victor, you don’t know that. You don’t know anything about him. Whose name am I going to give to the police or face I’m going to describe to the sketch artist when they find your body chopped up like Hannibal Lecter’s side dish?”
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in which Victor and Yuuri are roommates and Yuuri has a secret
A penelope au was definitely needed and this was amazing! Honestly I prefer this fic to the film its just so soft and cute!! I’m weak for it and the last chapter made me cry so much idk how many times I’ve reread it at this point but I kinda wanna read it again now
never tasted rubies by @ebenroot 16k
Phichit puts up a poll on the radio website. It reads ‘What Do U Think About Yuuri K. from Hasetsu Nights and the Mysterious Caller Victor?’
Seventy-five percent of listeners said ‘lol they should just f*ck already tbh’.
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in which Yuuri is an unwilling radio host and Victor won’t stop calling in to chat with him
My heart was so full while reading this, it was so funny and cute and perfect!
seek those who fan your flames by @ebenroot 48k (wip)
Yuuri gets hand-delivered a black-print T-shirt by one of his bodyguards on Friday. There’s a small sticky note attached to the collar in Victor’s handwriting that reads: ‘Our new band shirt! Logo is still a work in progress. Name too. But it’s a start! Let me know what you think after school. - Victor’
There’s a heart next to his name that is hastily scribbled out. Then another heart next to that one, like Victor decided to put it in anyways.
Yuuri thinks he’s in love.
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in which Yuuri is a teenager that’s actually a prince, and Victor is a teenager with a band that just wants to listen to rock music with him
I had a mighty need for a princess diaries au and this is wonderful!! Victor is such a sweetheart in this and its all just so wonderful and warm!
turn it, leave it, stop, format it by @ebenroot 19k
“If you want, I can recommend you some security programs that you can download for free and protect your computer. That way, you won’t be at risk of losing these cute photos of your dog even when you browse websites like ‘Luscious Lonely Wives’.”
Victor gives one long ‘haa’. “I don’t browse those websites,” he says through his straining smile.
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the ‘i will break any and all electronic devices that get into my hands if it means I get to talk to the cute tech support guy’ fic
This fic had me l i v i n g, it was so funny and cute and fluffy!!
The Rules For Lovers by @adreamingsongbird 323k (complete)
Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…
That’s a long story.
This is so i n t e n s e! The fluff and humour is so perfect and Yuuri and Victor’s relationship is so perfect (and although the angst is painful as heck), its perfect! The plot is amazinggg and every update had me shook! It belongs in a bookstore to be honest, its so so so incredible!
to sweep me off my feet by @adreamingsongbird 33k
Yuuri went to school in America to get a good, stable job—no, really, Mom, he meant to, he swears! And journalism was promising! It was really good! Until supervillains started appearing and then a (rather attractive) superhero showed up too, and, well…
This is his life, these are his choices, and it’s absolutely unfair that he has to have the office across from someone as hot as Viktor Nikiforov.
The cutest superhero au, with the cutest art, and cutest plot!!
But Monsters Are Always Hungry, Darling by @orchids-and-fictional-cities and art by @iruutciv 61k (wip)
Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-con
“You do this, you do. You take the things you love and tear them apart or you pin them down with your body and pretend they’re yours. So, you kiss him, and he doesn’t move, he doesn’t pull away, and you keep on kissing him. And he hasn’t moved, he’s frozen, and you’ve kissed him, and he’ll never forgive you, and maybe now he’ll leave you alone.”
A brutal murder on Christmas Eve abruptly pulls one Detective Nikiforov out of a holiday he was just starting to tolerate, and forces him to come to terms with demons he’s been pretending not to see. On that same night, a man walks into a bar and waltzes into his life, lighting a spark that grows into a monster of its own.
Wow. This fic is so incredibly well-written and the plot thickens with each chapter, I’m so excited every time it updates honestly!! As if the writing wasn’t descriptive enough, there’s also equally beautiful art for every chapter and together its just amazing!
Confidential Information by @iwritebetterthanispeak 77k (wip)
Yuuri never imagined that being able to figure skate would be useful for his job at Interpol. He was very, very wrong.
Viktor Nikiforov, as a famous athlete popular in the public eye, has received threats before. There are very few he takes seriously. However, as more secrets are uncovered and nothing is as it appears, the stakes rise until it becomes clear that there may not be a way to save him this time.
I’m finally getting around to reading this and!! Addy is back with her amazing writing and I can’t wait to catch up!
If Perfect’s What You’re Searching For, Then Just Stay the Same by @iwritebetterthanispeak 6k
Yuuri took a deep breath, and faced the starstruck barista. “I am sorry, my Russian is very bad,” he said tentatively, shoulders hunching slightly. “Do you want me to repeat?”
“N-no, sorry, sir,” the barista said. She blushed and brushed her hair behind one ear. “I’ll get that for you right away!” She stepped away from the counter and called in fast-paced Russian, “Dmitri, come here! The most beautiful man in the world is back!”
Viktor’s smile grew. The employees of the coffee shop weren’t being cruel or making fun of Yuuri’s accent, they were enchanted with him. Viktor could sympathize, his fiancé was very enchanting.
And then he noticed that Yuuri was curled in on himself, eyes lowered and arms wrapped around his chest.
[In which Viktor realizes that Yuuri is a somewhat unreliable narrator]
Well this was just so cute, thank u addy for blessing my life once again
Love Letters by @shslshortie 44k (wip)
Ever since he was young, Yuuri Katsuki had always admired Victor Nikiforov. He was the one who had inspired him to start skating. He had pictures and posters of him all over his room — and Victor was his idol.
Like any fan of an idol, Yuuri loved to send Victor fanmail. Of course, he could never bring himself to sign it as anything other than “Your Secret Fan”, but it still made his heart come alive to write about his love for the silver-haired skater
This is one of those fics that you just can’t put down, I was reading it during all my free periods at college and its the cutest! Also all of the letters are drawn and in the body of text, so it adds so much more to it, its so wonderful!
starstruck by @haikuyus 167k (complete)
“Hold my son for a moment,” says the Viktor Nikiforov, live in the flesh, sweaty and panting.
“Wha—” Yuuri can’t even begin to comprehend what’s going on before Viktor is gone, and there’s a child in his arms.
(in which yuuri is a barista-turned-babysitter, viktor is a famous movie star, and yuri is an 8 year old kid stuck in the middle of it.)
so i developed a love for kid fics, and this was the first one I read, its sooooo good! Yuri is so precious and Yuuri is so precious and Viktor is so precious and just,,, theyre all so precious!
Lessons in Love by @fangirlandiknowit101 113k (wip)
All Viktor wants is for his son to be happy - and if that means spending countless hours at the ice rink, a million more in the ballet studio, and devotedly cheering for Katsuki Yuuri at every competition he enters, then that is precisely what he’ll do.
He just didn’t expect to become a fan, too.
(He didn’t expect to fall in love.)
This fic has me so weak, its the softest thing ever! Yuri is the cutest, and Viktor is the best dad and Yuuri is just the best tbh, I have a lot of love for this!!
on growing; by @crossroadswrite 125k (wip)
Yuri Plisetsky glares at him with all the righteousness five year olds possess, and says in heavily accented and clumsy English. “Be more gooder, stupid!”
And then he storms out in a sweep of blond hair and blue and red lights from his Sketchers.
(Or: in which everything is the same but Yuri Plisetsky is Victor’s bratty five-year-old child.)
This fic cleared my skin and watered my crops, its so fluffy and each chapter is a blessing
sweet like love (soft like pain) by @postingpebbles 10k (wip)
Loving Yuuri was a choice that Viktor never regretted making. His smile, his laughter, the way his lips felt against his own—nothing could make him happier than having Yuuri in his arms.
But when the entire world has no idea that rivals Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov are in a relationship, Viktor can’t do anything at all when Yuuri gets in an accident and is rushed to the hospital the day after he proposes in a hotel room in Nagano.
I love ollie and she loves hurting my heart apparently, this is such a wonderful fic and I can’t wait for her to bless us even more with her writing
The Selection by @gallopingmonroe-blog 262k (wip)
Returning home on the tail end of an injury that ends his dancing career, Yuri Katsuki is trying to find his future again. As a Five, he knows his options are limited, but when he finds an invitation to Crown Prince Victor Nikiforov’s Selection, he is convinced by a friend to apply.
He never thought he’d be Selected.
When he is, he finds that his world is changed forever, and that the Crown Prince is not exactly what he’d expected.
!!! This fic is so beautiful !!! Yuuri and Viktor’s relationship is so cute, and Yuuri’s friendship with Yuri and Phichit and all of the others is so cute, and the entirety of the fic is so cute!!
a black heart of gold by @katzuyas and beautiful art by @lamenart and @iruutciv 67k (complete)
Victor Nikiforov, aka Grand Prix, knows that he’s Yakov’s most skilled hitman. That’s just a fact and he isn’t in the habit of arguing with facts.He also knows that he’s the only one Yakov trusts, period. In this case though, he’s the only one Yakov can rely on to take care of the elusive sniper Eros, who kills Yakov’s henchmen left and right.What Victor doesn’t know, however, is that Eros’ little vendetta is not a matter of coincidence, but pure premeditation, and thus… he falls into a trap that a rookie like Little Fairy could see from a mile away.He falls in lust.And then in love.The fool.
This fic is so intense and so descriptive and playful and just! Amazing honestly!!
November’s Secret by @lanaberryrawr 233k (complete)
Overwhelmed with anxiety and his fear of failing, Yuuri faces the issue of if he should continue skating. His best friend, Yuko, proposes a solution - if no one knows it’s you, then it’s less embarrassing, right? Yuuri begins to create a completely new disguise and persona.
But it works a little too well.
Before he knows it, Yuuri has become the biggest mystery of the skating world and everyone wants to know who he is. Especially Viktor Nikiforov, the idol he’s been loosely basing his new persona on for years.
This was such a cool and original concept for a fic and oh my godddd it was incredible!! Definitely one of the best I’ve read!!
Gunned Down Butterflies by @lanaberryrawr 207k (wip)
Everyone’s lives revolve around two names - the name of an enemy, and the name of a soulmate, both tattooed on their wrists.
But for Yuuri, his fated soulmate and enemy are the same person. One name tattoed on his skin.
After years of believing it meant only unhappiness and pain, he begins to bandage them up and hide them from the world. He even begins to forget about them - until he meets a new client in need of a guard against the Russian mafia.
Nothing can hide him from fate - not bandaging the names, not forgetting about them, not even moving on without them. The owner of the name on his skin will find him eventually.
Okay but the amount of cliffhangers in this fic is amazing, it’s so good and I love it!! It’s such a cool take on a soulmate au!! I can’t wait for the next few chapters :D
Behind these Locked Doors by @axlaida 79k (wip)
“I will find a way out of here,” Yuuri stated firmly and Victor’s expression never faltered. His face was stone cold – frozen like ice. “I know it may take a while… but I have to try.”Victor let out a breath, shaking his head as he smiled. “I said the exact same thing when I arrived.”
They were trapped with no way out. And all that stood between them and their escape was a door - locked and impossible to escape from. But Yuuri had hope. He would escape this, whether the man wanted them to or not.
This is such an amazing mystery fic! I literally sit and think about it someimes at night, trying to work it all out lol, its so good!!
learn to love the skies I’m under by @linneakou 37k
The day after the Sochi GPF banquet, Katsuki Yuuri disappears without a trace.
The day after the Sochi GPF banquet, Viktor Nikiforov finds a stray poodle and takes it home with him.
These two events are, oddly enough, connected.
I never knew I needed a fic where Yuuri turned into a dog and lived with Viktor a while, but this fic changed my life tbh, its so good!
Call you by name by @linneakou 13k
Drunk, depressed, and lonely, Viktor Nikiforov makes a wish that has unforeseen consequences for himself and many people around him.
(an alternate take on the premise of learn to love the skies I’m under)
This version is also incredible!! I love them both a lot!!
Puppy Love by @phyona 10k
When Yuuri gets turned into a dog, the last place he expects to end up is Victor Nikiforov’s apartment. He learns quickly that the only thing worse than being his idol’s pet, is watching him pine for someone else.
Oh man,,,,this fic you guys, I love it so much! The angst oh my gosh, its such an amazing story!
Green Light by @gia-comeatme 21k (complete)
Chris knows what Viktor looks like when he has a crush, and he is 100% sure that Viktor Nikiforov has a crush on his pole dancing classmate, Yuuri Katsuki.
What he doesn’t know is why Viktor hasn’t gotten off his ass and gone for him already.
As a good friend, Chris is obligated to help Viktor out a little bit.
(And that’s where everything goes to shit.)
Red Light by @gia-comeatme 30k (wip)
Chris has had many lovers in the years that Viktor has known him. However, none of them can even compare to Chris’ newest boyfriend.
Viktor knows it’s wrong, but he falls in love with Yuuri Katsuki anyway.
Both of these fics were sooo good oh my god! I have a weakness for misunderstandings and angst with a happy ending, so like these were right up my street and they were amazingggg
Dr. Shiny and the Case of the Beautiful Man by @etherealalchemist 6k
There are about five things that Victor, in this very moment, is absolutely sure of.
1. The spawns of satan are here2. they are not accompanied by their angel of a mother3. they are with the most beautiful man he’s ever seen4. his scrubs are wet from where he’d dropped water on himself5. and Victor is very, very gay.
Emphasis on point five, with a side of cupid’s arrow and “ba-dum ba-dum” on a plate.
Because he is Very Gay, and not only is he Very Gay but he is also Hopelessly Attracted to a man who is undoubtedly Very Straight and very Unavailable and is perhaps the Most Beautiful Man Victor has ever seen.
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in which Victor is a doctor, Yuuri is a godfather, and Yuri just wants some peace and quiet and a larger stash of lollipops.
This was so sweet and funny! I had to take a second while I was reading it from laughing so much honestly!
We Two Boys 11k (wip)
Yuuri talks about his crush on Victor Nikiforov while recording an episode of his and Phichit’s podcast We Two Boys. It’s not a big deal until it Becomes A Big Deal.
An ocean away, Victor falls in luv.
this is so funny omg, I love Phichit and Yuuri’s friendship so much
turntables by @vitavitali 4k
It happens approximately one week after Yuuri’s disastrous performance in Sochi.
Viktor Nikiforov @v-nikiforovI wish I could date pretty black haired boys who dance well.
“Ooh, the candidates are already flooding in!” Phichit says with an amused grin.
“Candidates?” Yuuri asks and Phichit helps Yuuri scroll down to read the replies. Most of them are variants of “date me!” with pictures attached. It’s all very interesting.
“You should send one too!” Phichit says and Yuuri doesn’t even bother answering him. “Look, I’ll send one if you send one. It’ll be fun!”
Oh my gosh I remember reading this so long ago, and I found it again a few days ago and I still love it so much
posterboy by @vitavitali 1.5k
“I’m going to kill whoever who did this,” Yuuri assured the poster. “I’m going to kill them for you. Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to murder anyone who thought it was a good idea to harm you. They’ll die screaming.”
“What?” came the poster’s startled reply.
“What?” Yuuri parroted back, because posters weren’t supposed to talk, especially not in Viktor Nikiforov’s melodious Russian accented voice.
This is iconique honestly, theyre both so cute!
Rainy Days by @vitavitali 5k
Director’s List Viktor Nikiforov falls in love with bad boy transfer student Katsuki Yuuri. What happens next will warm your heart.
So I kind of binged this authors fics and this one is also amazing!!
There’s still so many fics I want to recommend but I’ve spent like 2 hours on this list and I don’t want it to get too long, so these are the ones that sprang to mind, happy reading!
#weirdlisettola#yoi#fic rec#yikes this got long#i started this at like eight o clock#and now its half ten#oops#i should have been doing my biology but i wanna spread the love!#everyone is so talented and amazing#<3
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Fanboy Yuri
#29 You could have warned me
@outoffcks gave me like a prompt spam so this is one of three that i’ll be posting over the next few days. Have some nerdy Otayuri fanboy fluff for your Saturday night <3
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Yuri Plisetsky was many things.
He was a dancer, primarily in ballet but he dabbled in many different forms. Yuri was a cat lover, a good cook, a homeowner (well he owned a studio apartment but still), a barista at some indy/hipster coffee shop his uncle Viktor owned. He was a gamer and played competitively with his uncle’s husband, Yuuri, any chance he could and they usually won.
All these things and many more were parts of Yuri that people knew. They knew he was tall, lean, blonde with green cat-like eyes and he had the body of a dancer.
They knew he was snippy, sassy, loud and very opinionated, things always had to go his way.
But what people didn't know, was that Yuri was a fanboy.
Well, not entirely true - he went to figure skating competitions and blatantly showed his adoration for a particular skater but no one knew how deep it ran...
Yuri wrote fanfic’s and draw smutty art and rambled essay-length text posts on his tumblr about his favourite figure skater. Yuri had been a fan of Otabek Altin’s since he first debuted in Juniors - he wasn't like the other skaters. Otabek was stoic, rigid and defined in a way many others weren't.
Yuri has been following figure skating since he was a child because Viktor used to skate but suffered an injury just before his debut into seniors but it worked out best for him because it’s how he met his husband - Yuuri was the support sports nurse on call for the local rink.
They have been annoyingly inseparable ever since.
The first time Otabek had appeared in Yuri’s world he was shocked, the boy was angry looking but also soft. He moved, not like a dancer but a man on a mission. He was beautiful but not in the same way skater’s normally were. He wasn’t fluid like them but he also wasn’t stilted. He was utterly unique and fascinated Yuri to no end.
That’s how it all started, innocent enough, just following his skating… then his interviews… then his hobbies… likes… dislikes, any information that made Yuri feel like he already knew the man he had a soul (and dick for that matter) crush on.
He hadn't really set out to write fanfiction, Yuri was just scrolling through his tumblr and saw someone had made a post shit-post dishing Otabek’s skating and Yuri had defending him. He created a post that justified Otabek’s skating, music and movement choices, debunking every word the other idiot had said. This, of course, just made the idiot retort with some contrite comment about Yuri’s obvious desperate plea to get in Otabek’s pants.
Now this wasn't something Yuri could actually deny, the man was a fucking sex god who dripped sexiness by simply breathing.
So Yuri did the only reasonable thing and wrote a smutty story of all the ways he’d take Otabek’s arse, all the ways he’d let that beautifully hung sex-god fuck him till morning.
That was the beginning...
Twenty fic’s ranging from detailed descriptions of sucking Otabek’s cock to fluffy little things they would say while laying in bed together and talking about the big questions in life, Yuri wrote it all.
Yuri even came up with their ship name - Otayuri, he was quite proud of himself. And people even seemed to like it. They thought he and Otabek made a cute couple (based of Yuri’s on rough sketches of what they would look like together) and they loved his shit-drabbles, apparently he wrote good smut and people started requesting him to write other things.
This is how Yuri’s other life began.
He started to pick up a kind of following, many people respected his opinion on anything Otabek and on other things as well.
Yuri wrote and drew for people he didn't know, about all kinds of topics, anime, films, movie stars. It ranged from simple sweet things to the dirtiest kinks he didn't even think were a turn on but people started paying him for them. Either in real money or gifts of other things, it was a world he never knew he needed.
But his other life and real world came crashing down in a brutal tidal wave one day when he received a text from Viktor to come into work as soon as possible.
Yuri arrived, his hair in a braid and twisted around his head, his black polo already slightly dirty since he hadn’t been able to wash it. His black skinny jeans hanging a little too low to be suitable for work but once he started he’d be wearing an apron so it wouldn’t matter. But just as Yuri was walking around the main floor he stopped, there was a voice, gravelly and unmistakable.
Yuri didn’t look, he couldn’t look. He also couldn’t deny that just hearing that voice in person was giving him a partial.
What the fuck is he doing here?!
Yuri was panicking, he sprinted out the back to the staff room and nearly bold over his uncle’s husband. “Yuuri-kun! You could have warned me! Holy shit, what the fuck is he doing here!”
“Yura-kun, calm down, deep breaths. I’m sorry, I didn’t know he was here until about a minute ago, Vitya seemed so pleased with himself and it took going on the floor to find out why.”
Yuri had been interested in Japanese when he first met Yuuri and asked him to teach him some things and that began their close relationship, there was only actually four years difference between them. After a long, long, argument about the fact that never in a million fucking years was Yuri ever going to call him senpai, they had come to the conclusion they would add -kun to both their names as sign they were on the same level, despite their age gap.
“I’m gonna kill him.” Yuri growled out between his teeth, going to step around Yuuri and burst into Viktor’s office, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened.
“Why? I thought you would at least be kind of excited. Go introduce yourself, he seemed friendly enough, he even remembered Vitya.”
Yuri turned to look at Yuuri, there was no way he could talk to that man… not after everything. He would either turn into a gooey mess or be so hard he wouldn’t be able to hide it.
But this might be your only chance to actually meet him in person.
Yuri was torn, he wanted to run but he honestly couldn’t decide in which direction.
“Yura-kun?” Yuuri questioned, tilting his head to look properly into Yuuri’s face.
“What if he’s awful? After all this time... what if he just turns out to be another one of those self-absorbed, ego-stuffed skater’s who think they are better than everyone else just because they have a gold fucking medals?” Yuri’s voice was small, irritated and he was staring at his own hands wound into fists in front of him.
“Do you honestly believe that?” Yuuri’s voice was kind, just like always. Never judgemental, just a nudge in the right direction, a clarification.
No, I don’t believe it.
Yuri didn’t bother to reply, simply turned on the spot and ditched his things in his locker, tying his apron, checking himself in the mirror… five times, before he was out on the floor. He didn’t go up to the table straight away, simply fixed up the counter, served a few customers and made some coffees. It was only when he heard the very distinct laughter of his uncle that he let himself drift over to the table.
There were five people sat there, six if you included Viktor, all figure skater’s that Yuri recognised instantly. There was Jean-Jacques Leroy and his wife (who wasn’t actually a figure skater but she basically lived under JJ’s arm so she might as well have been on the ice with him), Guang Hong Ji, Leo de la Iglesia and the one and only, Otabek Altin.
Now or never.
“Hi, I’m Yuri, is there anything else I can get for you today?” Yuri tried to be polite and smile but his eyes were almost exclusively fixed onto Otabek’s face and when those eyes flickered up to look at him curiously, Yuri almost choked.
They were warm, inviting and kind, Otabek smiled at him as his mouth fell open into a gap like an idiot but he couldn’t seem to stop it.
“YURI! This is my other Yuri! He is my nephew, he is a big fan of figure skating, especially you. Otabek.”
Yuri was going to kill him, headlines tomorrow will read Man arrested today for impaling his uncle with a cake server.
“Oh, you follow my skating? Shame I didn’t have a better session for you-”
“That wasn’t your fault, you were unfairly judged because of that new competitor’s trickery.He was all smoke and mirrors with stupid music, he isn’t actually a good skater at all, he is utterly boring, you should have won gold, not him...” The words were tumbling out of Yuri’s mouth of their own accord and there was nothing he could do to stop them now. “Sorry.” Yuri mumbled at the end, he knew his face was actually on fire at this point as six pairs of eyes examined him for a good thirty seconds of utter silence.
Send help. Someone please save me from this agonizingly slow, death.
“Thank you.” Otabek broke the silence and Yuri’s head whipped up to meet his gaze, he seemed so genuine and shocked, his eyes flickered over Yuri’s body again before coming back up to meet his eyes once more. It was as if everyone else melted away and it was just the two of them.
“Yeah, well… no need to thank me, it’s just the truth.” Yuri couldn’t take it anymore and bolted, pretending he needed to help Yuuri with a customer even though there was only actually two coffee’s to make.
They stayed a little longer, chatting with Viktor and Yuri took a few chances to flick his eyes over to the table only to nearly drop what he was carrying everytime as he was met with Otabek’s piercing stare.
Yep, it’s offical. I am so dead.
When they were getting up to leave Otabek broke away from the counter, and stopped in front of Yuri.
“I wanted to give you your tip personally.” Otabek’s voice grumbled in Yuri’s ears as he stared at him, offering his hand, palm up and slightly shaking. Yuri couldn’t speak, what the hell was he meant to say if he did.
Otabek smiled at him as he placed something light in his hand, running his fingers lightly over Yuri’s wrist and palm as he slowly retracted his hand.
“It was nice to finally meet you, Yuri, I hope we get a chance to get to know one another better.” Otabek smirked a little before turning on the spot and briskly walking away as Yuri’s eyes flickered down to the note in his hand.
Call me - Otayuri
#prompt#my writing#drabble#fan fic#otayuri#otabek x yurio#Otabek Altin#Yuri Plisetsky#yuuri katsuki#Viktor Nikiforov#viktuuri#victuuri#fanboy au#yuri on ice#yuri!!! on ice#yoi#prompt me#ask me#talk to me lovely fandom#will post it on ao3
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What are champs like in bed? Likes dislikes? And I do mean this in a more sfw way. I'm just curious xP. P.s. Inara is bae
I will assume you meant how they sleep or their night routine, because otherwise I have no idea about this.
- Mod Ash
Makoa: Does not really need much sleep, so he often meditates, reads, or talks to people when he is given time to rest. Sometimes he will take long walks when he’s restless, and would take hours to finish it, because he will definitely spend twenty minutes staring at a flower or other things. He sometimes tries writing, but is often unsatisfied with his work, and he just rests or meditates it off.
Fernando: He washes his face, takes care of it, and nitpicks on tiny imperfections until he gets too tired to do anything else. He will make himself a sangria or just have a plain glass of wine to lull himself to sleep, where he keeps warm mood lights around his bed and soft music playing. On work days he forgets the skincare routine, but the lights and music stay.
Ruckus: Will often don’t bother and will sleep in Bolt, still in his suit. He thinks it does not matter much, because there’s not much else to do. If he feels like it, he will change to something more comfortable, but will often drag along Bolt to wherever he’s sleeping. He may dislike him a bit but he won’t leave him to “sleep” somewhere cold.
Barik: Often spends his nights crouched down on the drawing board, with a cup of coffee, trying to plan things or fix any existing schematics. If not, he would be on the floor attempting to make something. When he actually tucks himself in bed, sleep goes as fast as it comes, and most of his energy comes from sources that aren’t sleep. The amount of coffee he drinks is concerning.
Ash: Haphazardly wipes off her makeup, drops her armor somewhere, and often doesn’t bother switching out of her fatigues before dropping herself straight to bed. If she’s not too tired, she will wash her hair, get a clean shirt on, and maybe read something if she’s having difficulty sleeping. Otherwise, she’s passed out the second her head hits the pillow. She’s very hard to wake up since she has a strict routine.
Torvald: Reads a lot before bedtime, often to the point that he forgets to sleep. His bed is soft and he has lots of pillows propped up for a comfortable sitting position, and he usually has either the music or radio playing as he reads things that aren’t research related. Sometimes, he makes himself tea before he tucks himself in, in which he often sleeps lightly for a few hours before waking up.
Inara: Almost doesn’t sleep. Oftentimes she takes long walks and tends to her garden, otherwise her long walks involve her admiring views, if there is any. Sometimes she tries to tire herself by reading poetry to herself (or any wildlife nearby) before she attempts to “sleep.” She rests for a full day and can somehow stay awake for a week after that.
Drogoz: He always has some fraction of his hoard nearby him or tucked close, if he’s not sleeping nearby the entire thing. He often likes admiring his collection of wealth and trinkets, as well as cleaning everything and keeping track of the more valuable stuff. He often talks to himself and reads fairytales to himself before he decides its time to sleep. He never sleeps deep enough to be undisturbed.
Bomb King: Doesn’t sleep. It’s like he needs to. He greatly enjoys the fact that he doesn’t need to rest, and he often goes around at times he’s asked to “rest” to prank people and make them panicky for no reason other than his own entertainment. He usually ends up entertaining himself by burning something apparently important.
Cassie: Sensitive to coffee or any caffeine; once she drinks a sip of coffee or anything caffeinated, she will stay awake until 3AM. Otherwise, she has a strict sleeping schedule, and often sleeps with her valuables close to her. She has a journal she almost religiously writes on before bed, and her window stays open for Ziggs.
Lian: Undressing and retiring for the night almost feels like a ritual, as Lian takes her sweet time changing to more comfortable clothing. Surprisingly sleeps late, and takes her time with taking care of herself and washing herself before going to bed, where she reads reports or work things with tea in hand before deciding randomly that she wants to tuck herself in.
Kinessa: What is sleep? She chugs coffee every day and night and still somehow manages to be tired enough to sleep because coffee just doesn’t work anymore. She’s going to sleep in an ungodly hour in the night because why not. She will often spend time cleaning her rifle or shooting random things from her window before she gets bored and lies down to do things until she passes out.
Sha Lin: Hygiene is very important for him, so he takes a shower, washes his hair, brushes his teeth and gargles before he changes to better clothes. He sleeps light, so he sometimes doesn’t bother trying to lull himself and either just passes out in seconds or spends an hour thinking about things he may have done differently. Any anxiety is gone the instant he wakes up, however.
Viktor: Sleep is rather difficult for him, and sometimes he forgets to sleep, but sometimes he just doesn’t want to. He often reads, throws things around, and sometimes has to physically force himself to lie down. When he does lie down, his head is just filled with thoughts, and just thinks that lying down is better for him than not sleeping altogether. He often ends up dozing off eventually, although lightly.
Tyra: Has several layers of furry blankets on her bed, and could not sleep without at least one or two over her, even on hot days. Often reads a few chapters of a book before she sleeps, or just lie down thinking about things. Sleeping takes her a while, and is a little difficult to wake up. Very cuddly, and has huge long pillows to cuddle against.
Willo: She is still rather young, so she sleeps pretty long, on flower-shaped beds back in her home where she curls in like a bee finding their home in nature. There is not much ritual to it, but some of her fellow faeries think she sleeps either too much or too little and makes efforts to improve her rest. Willo finds them intrusive.
Evie: Often very restless, and has lots of unused energy she has no idea where to use. Her sleep schedule is sporadic and unpredictable, and often decides that she wants to sleep right in the middle of something important. When she does decide to sleep the most she can do is switch to comfier clothes and maybe remove her makeup before she drops down unconscious on soft sheets.
Skye: Switches to extremely soft clothes, bunny slippers and all. She has some entertainment like music, books, or movies close by, and depending on the day she’s going to immerse herself in it while she takes a long, relaxing bath in the tub, with scrubs and oils and all. She does the more relaxing version of this once a week, while on normal days she just sticks to music on the shower before tucking herself in fluffy sheets.
Androxus: He sleeps surprisingly okay, although he dozes off lightly most of the time because he’s become more alert on his surroundings ever since he got cursed. He still attempts to make the whole sleeping experience easier or more normal, like changing to comfier clothes or music or trying to lucid dream, however those attempts have mixed results and he often just settles with what he can do. He doesn’t sleep much but he still needs his short, occasional naps.
Buck: He does not have much to his ways of sleeping, but often he finds himself returning to his old, monk ways and sitting by his bed to just meditate. Often he doesn’t have time to, so he can only do so successfully around once a week; otherwise he would either have a cup of tea or read a book until he dozes off and forgets to put away the cup or the book. He sleeps with the lights on and dozes off rather lightly, as he feels safer.
Maeve: Loves fluffy clean blankets more than anything else in the world. Usually changes to clean clothes before going to bed, if possible, and looks out on the view if there is any before she tucks herself in. She has bought herself a stuffed toy with all the money she has stolen, and it is a bit worn but well-loved. Sleep often comes to her fast.
Zhin: He has a fancy bed he tucks himself in, and his night routine is usually quick – he polishes his sword, maybe throws something around, and maybe takes a walk around the area just to get some fresh air, otherwise it’s straight to bed for him. He always has a weapon of some form nearby and he wouldn’t sleep without a means of protecting himself. There’s always a knife under his pillow at his home.
Lex: Rather restless at night, and would often do other things in favor of sleeping, like chores, coffee, or watching other people do other things. When he tucks himself to bed, he falls asleep rather quickly and has no ritual or routine to it, but he snores when he’s extremely tired and is very vocal when he’s seeing something nasty in his dreams. Sleeps rather light and straight, like how a corpse would lay down on a coffin.
Mal’Damba: Often forgets that he has alotted rest time because he busies himself with so much chores and social interaction that he just plain forgets he needs to sleep. He will tend to what his snakes need, and that would take an hour or so because sometimes he would sing to them, and later on goes to bed without much ritual to himself. He sleeps rather normally and wakes up early most of the time.
Pip: Is often more awake at night, and takes long naps at the morning. At night is when he is more creative, so he’s up most of the night as he works and deals with anything he needs to work on. Because of his different sleep schedule, he only has a short window of time to talk to other people, but he doesn’t mind it. He can still stay rather energetic during daytime when he doesn’t sleep, however.
Grover: It takes him a long while to prepare for his rest, and when he does, he takes root, letting the soil and the wildlife near him fuel him. He slumbers for a week or more when he does, and he lets himself be a part of nature as he lets any rage boil down and dissolve to the soil beneath him. When he uproots himself, he is awake and living for a month, or even a year, if he times it right or if no one disturbs him.
Grohk: Likes playing around with his powers, and oftentimes likes playing around and zapping things. When he tries to rest he feels like he can’t, or he shouldn’t. When he is at home he likes taking advantage of the fact that he’s chieftain and have other orcs help him out with preparing or relaxing, like having them get hot water for his feet. You can’t disturb him when he’s tucked in, please don’t try.
Seris: She sleeps rather quickly, but as she rests her spiritual form leaves and wanders around dimensions, giving her dreams, so her consciousness never really rests. Oddly, this is therapeutic to her, as she is in her better, stronger form observing the world around her. She “sleeps” rather deep and long; her rests can last for 10 hours or more, but its enough to last her a good long while.
Ying: Goes to sleep at either 8PM or 12MN, there’s no in-between. She has a skincare routine she follows to the letter, and she will do it for an hour if she has to. Usually listens to music and tries to play music herself when she’s attempting to sleep, or she does small chores around the room before attempting to go to bed. She falls asleep almost instantly.
Jenos: He almost doesn’t sleep. It’s a bit scary to people who have just met him. He often just stares at the sky at night and it seems calming and resting enough for him. When he does sleep more human-like, he stacks pillows by the headboard and sits himself up before he attempts to doze off, in which he “falls asleep” rather quickly.
Strix: Sleep is rather difficult for him, so he tries to distract himself with things at night, and often ends up not sleeping at all. He would read, watch things, dance and listen to music, and often try weird hobbies for the first time. He has odd sleeping schedules; he only sleeps for two or three hours at a time and takes a lot of naps throughout the day.
Talus: He has a small stuffed toy, which is falling apart and quite literally held together by threads. He sleeps in weird corners of the room and is very restless when he does get a shuteye. He’s been caught several times around the place in odd sleeping positions. Some people think he sleepwalks. No one has really confirmed it.
Terminus: He doesn’t sleep. It’s rather hard to. When he is given time to “rest” he sometimes lies down and tries to, hoping he won’t wake up, but he does and he has stopped trying as it frustrates him. He ends up staring at things and trying to do mundane things he used to do, but the night always ends with him staring at a wall one way or another, more angry at himself than anything else.
Vivian: Her room has several locks, and she makes sure all her curtains are closed and her windows are locked and makes it routine to check around her entire room before she goes to bed. She rarely does anything non-work related, and mostly checks profiles or scoop on people before she tucks herself in. Her bedside lamp is dimmed and warm and is left on when she sleeps, right beside a weapon of some form.
Moji: She often rests with Po-Li, who she takes great care of, making sure they are fed and taken care of before she herself rests, often also with Po-Li. She shares her food with them and talks to them about the day (even if they can’t respond) before she grabs them both a blanket and a soft pillow to rest on, where she’d pet Po-Li until both of them gets rather drowsy. They often sleep quick and wake up at almost the same time.
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Fic: Between the Lines [1/4]
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov
Length: 2328 words
Summary: Writer Viktor has writer’s block and decides to enroll in a short fiction workshop where he meets a quiet student named Yuuri Katsuki. A new love story is written with Yuuri as the co-author.
AO3 Link
Part of the Yuuri/Viktor bingo game with @heeysammyjay
Our attempt to write more x.x
Viktor tapped his pen against the notebook while idly listening to the professor. The class was Short Fiction, a class that he had taken on a whim because he had a severe case of writer’s block.
Viktor has been a published author since his teens and his works have been recognized globally. And while he’s had bouts of writer’s block in the past, Viktor had never fallen victim to it for more than a month.
It’s been three months now. Nothing he’s tried has motivated him. He was bored beyond belief and the pressure put upon by his publishing agent wasn’t enough to kick him into gear. He had nothing and he needed something… even just a little bit of inspiration.
Hence the class. It was at a local community college and even the first step onto the campus gave him the sense that he made the right decision. This was different and new, but it still wasn’t enough to dispel the feeling of monotonous stagnation in his mind.
Thirty minutes into the class and Viktor was already bored out of his mind so he allowed his eyes to wander. They stopped on a student whose dark head was bent down towards his open notebook. Viktor perked up in his seat, his attention piqued by what he was seeing. The student was scribbling almost furiously into his notebook, the swaying of his pen gliding through the page was mesmerizing. He seemed really motivated, thoroughly captivated by some thought.
Viktor was surprised the professor hadn’t noticed but then again the student was seated to the side, most likely hidden behind the rather stocky student in front of him. Because he had nothing better do and because the dark haired student was rather cute, Viktor continued to watch him.
He seemed enraptured, only pausing for a few seconds before he went at it again. It really did intrigue Viktor to see someone so passionate about writing. He leaned against his hand, focused entirely on the other student.
What was he writing? Fiction? Sci-fi? Adventure? Who’s to say he was even writing a story? For all Viktor knew, the other student could be catching up on work from another class.
The thought made him frown. For some reason, he wanted the boy to be passionate about writing, consumed by some story or plot… perhaps it was Viktor’s own lack of motivation that made him want to see others motivated.
He decided then and there that he and that other student would be friends. The boy’s pen paused. He took a glance around the room and inadvertently caught Viktor’s gaze. Brown eyes framed by a pair of glasses widened in surprise and there was a slight tinge of pink rising his cheeks.
Viktor gave the boy a wink and watched in amusement as the pen clattered to the floor. Yes, Viktor decided, they’d definitely be friends.
Or more, his mind suggested.
That sounded even better.
In the bustle of departing students, Viktor had lost sight of his target. He had wanted to approach the other boy, but by the time he had packed away his things, the other student’s desk was vacant. There was no sign of him within the crowd of remaining students and Viktor had to stomp down on the disappointment he felt.
He ignored the disappointment. It didn’t matter that he didn’t get to talk to his new interest today, he’d do it next time. Now that he had his sights set on someone, he’d be able to further pay attention and get closer to his prey. Friend, his mind corrected him.
It was Tuesday and the next class was Thursday. He stopped and talked with the professor a bit, the only person in the class that knew Viktor wrote under a very well known pen name.
He left the school, not entirely motivated, but maybe a little encouraged. He managed to write a few lines for his book and realized that he was thinking of a dark haired boy, brown eyes, and long fingers curled lax around a pen. He felt something different besides the endless monotony that had been his life and it excited him.
A little later in the evening, an alert pinged on his phone while he was typing away. He ignored it for a few minutes, but a glance had him quickly unlocking the phone.
Besides writing, Viktor was an avid reader and one thing he liked to indulge in was fanfiction. And one of his favorite authors had just posted a story.
It was too tempting to just open the page and immerse himself into a story. He managed to resist it and even continued writing for a few more hours. The couple breaks he had in between had his hands itching to open the new story through.
Between thoughts of a new promising story and thoughts of the boy in class, Viktor eventually sighed and set aside his work for now.
He couldn’t do anything about the interesting boy, but at least he could indulge himself in reading.
An hour later found Viktor sprawled on the couch, a tablet propped up on a pillow. Maakachin dozed against him as he re-read several scenes that had him giddy and excited.
The writer’s online pen name was omNomKatsu. Viktor thought it was cute and fit well with the type of stories the author liked to write. They were mainly cute little fics of the yaoi variety. Mainly rated PG13 or M, they have never reached NC17 rating. Viktor didn’t mind at all, he simply enjoyed reading them. The author had such a way with words and phrases, Viktor was entranced with the style and thought the writer was surely an amazing individual.
There was a kind of purity in omNom’s writing, a genuine relationship between the characters that left Viktor and most likely all other readers, warm and smiling from the emotion. It was easy to get sucked into their writing and finishing a story left him feeling bereft but somehow feeling whole. This particular story ended in a very fairy-tale like ending, two lovers torn apart and coming back together after conquering all the obstacles.
He didn’t need the “They lived happily ever after” to imagine that that was, in fact, what truly happened.
Viktor went to bed with all these fluffy feelings inside him. The last thought he had before sleep took him was a pensive one. Would he ever find someone to share these feelings with?
Then, before sleep truly claimed him, he saw the image of a dark haired boy, one who was blissfully aware of the world as his pen danced across the empty lines of a notebook. Then brown eyes blinked in surprise as they met with Viktor’s gaze.
He smiled as he drifted into dreams.
Yeah… it’d be nice.
That Thursday, Viktor made sure to come in a few minutes before the lecture started. By then, his target had already been seated and his heavy backpack settled onto the vacant seat next to him.
He found out just how pretty the other boy looked, all flustered and wide-eyed when Viktor stopped at the desk with a request to join him. It was accompanied with a bright smile, Viktor’s secret weapon when it came to getting what he wanted.
“Um…” The boy was surprised but quickly cleared the seat.
“Viktor Nikiforov,” the silver haired man introduced himself.
“Katsu- um. I mean, Yuuri Katsuki,” the boy, Yuuri, said in return. His brown eyes were wide behind the rim of his glasses and his hands fiddled with a pen.
A shy boy then. Viktor didn’t let that deter him.
“Yuuri.” Viktor tested the name on his tongue and liked how it felt. His new desk mate flushed a bit more, ears turned pink but gave a tentative smile when Viktor shook his hand.
After that, the professor called the lecture into session. Viktor played the model student but was hyper aware of the presence by his side. He hid a smile behind his hand when he caught Yuuri stealing glances at him.
And just for fun, Viktor caught his gaze once and quirked an eyebrow in question. As expected, the boy quickly dropped his gaze, seemingly engrossed with the lecture.
Viktor noticed the boy had two notebooks on the table, both open with the smaller one tucked beneath the other.
Perhaps it was rude of him, but Viktor was very, very curious. He could tell that Yuuri was just as distracted as he was. The dark haired boy was constantly fiddling with the pen in his hand, biting his lip, and tapping the pen against a blank page.
Now and then, he would get this far away look in his eyes. The tapping would slow as thoughts, no doubt, raced through his mind, and then he’d blink in rapid succession as though he was just waking from a dream.
Viktor knew that look. He, himself, constantly wore a similar expression when in the grips of some idea or story that was yet untold.
He even felt a little bad, because he was surely adding to the other student’s discomfort. He couldn’t help it though, there was just something about the other boy that drew his attention.
So although he should have felt bad, he really didn’t. He had watched Yuuri from the corner of his eye at first, taking in every feature. The words came as his mind tried to capture the other boy in words.
He sits in front of me, this boy that wasn’t there. And I wonder where he has gone while the words wash over us. We’re in our own world, but we do not meet. He’s far from me and I wonder… how can I travel to where he is?
His hair is dark, the strands just short enough to brush against the sides of his face. And his long fingers curl against the length of a pen, the tapping against the white sheet slow and steady, like a heartbeat. What world would he bring to life?
I ache for him to turn and see me. If I just reach out my hand, I could touch him but he’s far from me.
How do I get to where you are? So that I may walk by your side.
The pen stopped as he finished penning the curve of the ‘e’. The words Viktor wrote while watching Yuuri were full of longing and described his feelings entirely.
By the time a break was announced, Viktor was blatantly observing the other boy with one cheek pressed against his palm.
Yuuri sighed in relief, closing the notebook. He made a squeak of surprise when he turned and saw Viktor watching him, his face turning quite red.
“Um,” he mumbled as he stood. Viktor casually got up as well. Yuuri looked up at him, lips parted, and obviously unsure of what to make of the situation. It was just too cute.
Viktor gave him a friendly smile, hoping that it wouldn’t scare off the shy boy. “Would you like to get some coffee?”
The offer had the boy fidgeting some more. He looked like he wanted to say yes but he was still so unsure.
“I’m new on campus,” Viktor offered, “I only know the cafeteria so I never go during break…”
“Oh!” The boy’s eyes lit up in understanding. He gave a shy smile, “I can show you where the coffee stand is.”
Viktor gave him a grateful smile and followed him out. It was a short walk towards the small coffee stand they had. Surprisingly, Yuuri filled the silence with quiet chatter, asking Viktor how he was finding the school and their current class. It was the usual talk between two strangers, but it wasn’t at all awkward. Yuuri, despite his shy demeanor, was genuinely interested in Viktor’s response.
Yuuri noticed when the student working at the stall handed Viktor his usual order without even asking. Instead of getting mad at Viktor’s lie, his mouth quirked up in amusement.
“Strange how you only know the cafeteria but Chris knew your order as soon as he saw your face,” Yuuri teased in a friendly manner.
Viktor laughed in embarrassment. He was caught. “I may… have come by once or ten times,” Viktor admitted shamelessly.
Yuuri hummed in agreement.
Viktor wanted to say, I wanted to spend some time with you, but felt that it was too forward. So instead, he promised, “I’ll treat you to coffee tomorrow.”
At Yuuri’s curious glance, he added, “To make up for lying.”
The dark haired boy was quiet for a moment, then after taking a sip, he looked up at Viktor with a shy smile. “…That’s no good,” he told Viktor solemnly, “I would be in your debt if you bought my coffee.”
Before Viktor could object, Yuuri then said, “I’ll buy the coffee the next day then.”
He nodded, satisfied with his decision and looked up at Viktor with a hesitant glance. “If that’s okay with you?”
Surprised at the offer, Viktor realized it was more than okay. He had wanted to forge a start to getting to know the boy, but this way… he wasn’t sure if Yuuri knew how clever his plan was or if he was just simply kind and sweet.
Nevertheless, Viktor gave a large smile and nodded. They continued talking while drinking their coffees, slowly getting to know one another on a level that was beyond the words they exchanged.
Then they realized there were only five minutes left to the break. They trashed the cups and had to run back to the building.
Yuuri grabbed his hand when Viktor lagged behind. They laughed as they barely made it back, dropping into their seats while still panting for breath.
The rest of the class passed without any further disruption but by the end of it, Viktor thought this one was the most memorable one yet.
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The Ice Prince’s Rose Garden
I got an AO3 account, and I wrote this 1500 word YOI fanfiction to celebrate. It’s medieval/fantasy AU with a serious tone that might turn fluffy later on. Enjoy~
Word Count: 1503
Yuuri sighed, the heavy box in his arms causing not only the ache in his arms, but the ache in his heart as well. It was full of his belongings: his favorite clothes, his limited collection of books, and, most importantly, his prized ink and paper, a present from the king.
Yuuri was being transferred away from the main castle, and that fact had yet to sink in completely because, in his heart, he felt his loved the palace, with its endless halls, expansive kitchens, and elaborate paintings. He was being sent to the prince’s residence, at the request of the king.
Of course, if it had been anybody else requesting, Yuuri would have declined. But it was the king, and Yuuri couldn’t turn him down, due to his hard-set loyalty and personal affection.
A guard opened the door for him as he headed outside. The warm sun beat down on him for a moment before he was hit with a chilling blast of wind. It rattled the trees, the windows, his soul. Yuuri took one last, longing glance at the glorious palace before he was carted into a carriage, his box removed from his hands and his body pushed into the (slightly, only slightly) warmer enclosure.
The route was lined with trees, one side thick forest, the other a single line bordering the fields on the other side, and Yuuri felt slightly claustrophobic. The click clack of the horses’ hooves rang ominously in the still, autumn air, and Yuuri wished there was something anything that the sound could mix with. But the wind had stopped, and the sunlight had turned cold, hidden behind a passing cloud. Even the birdsong that usually filled the air had disappeared, leaving a silence that hang low in a clear fog.
Yuuri didn’t know how much time had passed before they approached a castle, composed mostly of stone and brick, that lay high amongst the surrounding fields, which were freshly frozen over after the gathering season. The dark aura surrounding the prince’s palace sent an unconscious shiver down Yuuri’s spine. He rubbed his arms without much thought, thinking the shaking was due to the cold, rather than the sinking feeling in his heart.
The carriage pulled around to the front of the palace, and Yuuri stepped out, craning his neck back to gaze up at the sharp spires and black-shingled roofs, so unlike the endless white marble of the king’s palace. He steeled himself, and, taking his box once again into his arms, walked through the castle doors
Only a couple steps in, Yuuri’s foot slammed into something unexpected, and he fell, face-first, into the cold stone floor. His box flew out of his grasp, its contents spraying out in an embarrassing mess.
“Ack! Guh…” Yuuri coughed, trying to get some air back in his lungs as he crouched on his hands and knees. What a way to start the day.
When he looked up, he met the deep, intense gaze of an individual. His short, silver hair was combed over one eye and adorned with a chilling, pure white crown peppered with sapphires that brought out his icy, azure eyes. Yuuri froze, unable to move a single muscle upon realizing just what situation he was in.
That’s the- the prince! The one they call the ice prince!
And, just like that, he was gone, his cold gaze torn from Yuuri’s in an almost physical sensation. Long after the Ice Prince had left the room, Yuuri felt a stinging burn, as if he had touched a cold object only to have to rip his skin to remove it.
Just as he was about to attempt to stand up, a brown hand extended out to him. Yuuri glanced up and saw a friendly face – the first of the day – which gave him a measure of relief. The dark eyes that gazed at him filled him with warmth, and he felt his insides melt a little. Grasping the extended hand, he allowed the brown-skinned man to help him to his feet.
“You must be the new recruit. My name is Phichit, Chief Attendant.”
Yuuri shook the hand that still grasped his own and nodded. “Yes, I am Yuuri. I’m transferring from King’s Palace.”
Nodding back, Phichit began to help Yuuri gather his things, placing them inside the box that Yuuri had retrieved from a couple steps away. “What a way to start the day, ne? Meeting the Ice Prince right off the bat…”
Yuuri shook just remembering that icy gaze, and he struggled to form a response. “Y-You call him Ice Prince, too?”
“Everybody does.”
Should I be surprised…?
Phichit handed him his box, lifting the heavy object with graceful ease, and patted Yuuri on the shoulder. “You’ll get used to it.”
Yuuri nodded and followed Phichit as he led him through the halls to where he would be staying. The walls were blank stone, pure black where the bleak sunlight couldn’t reach. When Yuuri happened to brush against it, an instinctive urge to jump away pulsed through him as they were freezing cold.
“Here we are.”
Yuuri’s room was compact, but furnished with the necessities. There was a bed pushed against the back wall, a desk and small wardrobe against the left, and a door leading to (what Yuuri guessed was) the washroom. Phichit left him with a small smile, heading off to complete his duties for the day.
For the first time, Yuuri felt completely alone. There had always been someone nearby, someone to reach out to or talk to… but now, with the dark walls enclosing him, he felt truly lonely for the first time.
It was like a hold in his heart, not a jagged one like something of a heartbreak, but a deep, endless well. As his thoughts, longing for the white King’s palace, overtook him, the hole grew and grew until Yuuri was gasping.
His knees broke, and he collapsed onto the ground, his head falling into his hands. His fingers naturally grasped at his roots, pulling harshly, trying to ward away the empty feeling with physical pain. But, of course, his poor attempts at self-harm failed. Because no one could breach Yuuri’s mental abilities, not even himself.
Eventually Yuuri managed to drag himself up off the floor and settle on the bed, hands on his knees, as he struggled through his own mind.
What am I doing here?
Did the King find me unsatisfactory?
Did I do something wrong??
Or was it… me?
Something’s wrong with me…?
A sharp clanging was what broke him out of the dark world of his thoughts.
Clang! Clang!
Bells? Yuuri guessed, and he rushed to open the drapes across his window. Coughing from the accumulated dust that had fallen from his rushed motion, Yuuri’s breath caught in utter surprise.
His room overlooked the back of the castle. There was an expansive rose garden fenced in by more stone, but if one looked far enough, one could see the edge of a cliff. Past that, was an endless sea of fluffy, white clouds. It was magical.
His palm lay gently against the glass, his brown eyes filled with a yearning as he imagined himself walking the rose garden, tending to the precious flowers, before ending his day with his legs swinging off of the cliff as he gazed at the endless clouds…
A strange sight caught Yuuri’s eye. There was an individual walking amongst the roses below him, and he just couldn’t make out who it was. Yuuri squinted, his breath fogging up the glass in front of him as he pressed his forehead closer. His eyes widened. That’s… That’s the Ice Prince!
And it was. Ice Prince Viktor was strolling through the red and white roses, his hand brushing over the beautiful flowers as he wandered with seemingly no purpose. Yuuri gazed at him, mesmerized. For some reason, there was no angry aura from the silver-haired prince. The whole scene was very soft, like something out of a romance. The Ice Prince sat down on a bench and took out a book, seeming to be satisfied with his position.
Yuuri’s eyebrows scrunched together as he raked his thoughts in confusion. Yuuri was good at reading people. How could someone’s aura change so completely? Then a sharp knock cracked his concentration, and he turned his gaze to his door.
“Yuuri! Let me show you the castle.”
It was Phichit. Yuuri sighed, partly in relief that he would be with another person (any person), and partly in frustration that he wouldn’t get to see—
Wait. Where’s the Ice Prince…?
He was gone. No matter where Yuuri looked, the distinct silver hair and spiked crown were nowhere to be seen. But he couldn’t have just… disappeared. Maybe there was something more about the Ice Prince than appearances granted. Humming in confusion, Yuuri grasped his cloak in hand, clipped it on, and opened the door, revealing a grinning Phichit.
“Hello, Yuuri.”
“Chief Attendant,” Yuuri lowered his head respectfully. “Shall we?”
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can you do something really really fluffy? like first date au type?
i was conflicted on posting this but im not going to write a fifth piece for this ask (sorry) so, im sorry it’s not that fluffy bc i liked the first date au, which then made think first meeting and i decided to kill two birds with one stone bc i love fantasy aus as well.
insp. by “In a Week” by Hoizer. fantasyAU/fluff/first meeting
tbh don’t ask why this is insp. by that song bc it doesn’treally relate, but the calm/ethereal feel to that song is what made me wannawrite this sooooo enjoy. unedited and all that stuff. i’m like 60% certain there is gonna be a part 2.
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‘A forest nymph?’ Viktorthinks curiously, peering out from over the snow drift. Yurio was probablygoing to call him an idiot for drifting so close to the edge of their territoryagain and Yakov would yell and scream, but he was bored, and Yakov couldn’tkeep him couped up forever. He wanted adventure, surprise, to explore the greatunknown. Ice faerie prince or not, he didn’t care much for the tedious customshe’d been subjected to all his life. He watches the beautiful creature, hunchedover on himself in the cold, a wreath of delicately woven brambles sitting atopchocolate colored hair, and Viktor frowns.
‘I don’t know what he’s doinghere, but I don’t think he’s realized he’s wandered into Fae territory.’ Hiscuriosity is unbridled, and mirthfully he continues, ’Yakov will probablykill him when he finds out.’ Public executions were always fancy and overthe top, with lots of ice magic involved. At the very least, it would beentertaining. The nymph stumbles as the bitter winds pick up, before pausing toglance around. Viktor slips behind a frozen tree, eyes never leaving the figureas he starts to move his arms, a slow, fluid motion Viktor quickly realizes isa spell in the works, and his curiosity instantly switches to caution, bodystiffening and calling his magic to his fingertips in case he’s been noticed.But all that happens is a bright, shining light envelopes the nymph, and all ofhis caution is dropped as awe overtakes him. He’s drawn out from his hidingspot, watching as a shawl of woven sunlight wraps itself around the nymph’sshoulders, bright and blinding before dimming into a low, pleasant glow ofwarmth.
Viktor had never seen anything likeit before. Forest magic was common among forest nymphs, for obvious reasons,but sun magic? Ridiculously uncommon in a place so often shadowed bytrees, generally only found in the deserts or on the coasts. But the creaturewas so obviously a forest nymph, so how did he come across such magic?
The nymph continues forward deeperinto Fae territory, and Viktor decides he’s too curious to simply let thecreature get executed. He slinks around before dropping directly in front ofthe forest nymph, a bright smile on his face.
“Hello!” He saysexcitedly, and the nymph lets out a screech in surprise, stumbling back a fewsteps and falling onto his behind, clutching the wrap closer to his body as heshivers furiously. Internally, Viktor frowns at that; he forgets sometimes thatthe cold is actually dangerous to creatures that aren’t like him. Hecrouches, enthusiastically leaning in close to the nymph. “You’re a forestnymph, aren’t you?” He asks, tone bright, and all the creature can do isstare and nod. “Well, you should know you’ve passed into Faeterritory!” The nymph goes even paler at this, and Viktor continues.“The punishment for that is usually death, and I was tempted to let Yakovfind you and kill you at first, only because the executions are generallyinteresting, and I’m tired of being bored.” The nymph’s eyes widen, and hesits frozen in fear. Viktor doesn’t seem to notice, clapping his handstogether. “But! Instead I’ve decided you’re too interesting to kill!”He places a hand under the creature’s chin, forcing brilliant, beautifulchestnut eyes to meet Viktor’s icey blue ones, and for a moment, he’s takenback, pausing just to consider how exquisite the forest nymph is, a small roundface framed delicately by short, soft hair and the signature bramble wreathcurling around his head in masterful designs he hadn’t noticed from afar,detailed roses and flowers created by the curved bark. His eyes are wide andexpressive, and it sends a small thrill down Viktor’s spine to be close enoughto search them, see the way that they flicker in the soft glow of the shawlwrapped around his shoulders, throwing soft shadows onto his face andhighlighting his features.
Viktor’s pause goes unnoticed, andhis voice unconsciously lowers into something seductive. “You’re a curiousbeing. I saw you use your magic.” He drags a finger across the glowing shawlwith a smirk, reveling in the uncommon feeling of heat under his fingertips,the slight burning tingle. “I want to know more about it. Your magic. In fact,”he leans in closer, brushing a thumb across the nymph’s lips with a sharpsmile, voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “I want to know everything aboutyou.” His sly smile widens, and the nymph’s eye go impossibly wider, before hepromptly passes out, falling backwards into the snow drift. Viktor blinks for amoment, wondering if perhaps he took his game a little too far, before concernfloods him as the nymph’s shivers become more severe, and he notes the slightdiscoloration on his fingertips and lips. Viktor bites his lip, glancing aroundfor a moment before spotting a small alcove he could easily use his magic tocreate a small, igloo like structure out of the wind.
He turns back around, fitting hishands under the smaller creature’s legs and back, lifting him easily andcradling him gently, concern rising when Viktor realizes that the temperaturesof their skin almost match. He makes his way over to the tangle of trees,setting the nymph—Viktor really wished he could’ve gotten a name so he couldstop referring to him as “the nymph”—down and taking a deep breath, calling hismagic and moving his arms in soft motions, watching as the ice built up aroundthem. He keeps the structure small, since it needed to insulate heat for it tobe of any use, and after a few moments, the structure is complete, looking likea snow drift that no one would be any wiser as to what it was hiding. He turnsback and pulls the shawl off the nymphs shoulders, laying it across his bodyinstead where he had instinctively curled into a ball, before setting off tofind a bit of tinder and get a fire going.
Viktor knew how to build a fire outof pure curiosity, having asked a foreigner to teach him once, since it was sorarely used at his home. He’d thought of it as an incredible phenomenon, andhad become quite adept at starting them, much to the dismay of Yakov,considering they lived in an ice castle.
After ridding some small branchesof snow and ice with a simple flick of his wrist, magic reacting instantly, heused the brittle sticks and a bit of friction to create a flame, blowing on itto bring it to life, and watching it dance with the same wonder he always did, lettingthe warmth tingle across his icy skin as he holds his hand close enough to feelthe heat wafting off it.
Yakov had said it was strange, theway he had always been drawn to warmth, even as a small child. What most icefaeries avoid, not because it’s dangerous (unless there was an incredibleamount, of course) but because it generally made them uncomfortable, icefaeries being especially susceptible to things like heat exhaustion, he hadconstantly been curious about, thought it was so odd and strange that it existed,and that most creatures actually gave it off. He’d been more careful as he’dgrown, masking his curiosity so not to be frowned upon by his own society, butit was always there, lurking at the corners of his mind.
Seeing the nymph use sun magic,feeling the warm emanating from the stitched sunlight, had caused it to comeback with full force, and Viktor glanced at the unconscious figure, somethingodd pooling in his stomach as he watches and laughs lightly at the smallercreature wrinkling his nose in distaste and burrowing further under the shawl,another shiver wracking his body. Viktor stands, smiling lightly as he useshands warm from lingering by the fire to tuck the shawl closer to the nymph’sbody, trapping more of the warmth.
‘He’ssomething else…’ Viktor thinks idly, settling back down with a yawn,resting his head against the ice wall surrounding them. ‘How curious…’ Sleep takes him before he even realizes he’s tired,breath falling into an even pattern as he waits for the lovely creature to wake up.
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