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astudyincontrasts · 1 year

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Prompt idea….Viktor accidentally walks in on the reader having quickie sex with someone in the lab….👀👀👀…. But he can’t look away…. 👀👀👀……and while she’s with the other person, she accidentally says his name…. 😱

Oh nonny. You wicked thing. If you insist. This one’s for my beloved dirty little degenerate-pervy Viktor truthers. You know who you are @dad-dumpster @valaruakars and… oh yes, dare I say it even my precious sweet darling @arcanescribbles

Viktor POV - NSFW

TW: Voyerism, oral- f receiving, fingering, masturbation, slight angst, embarrassment, even more masturbation, peeping tom? More like peeping Viktor, is that a panty fetish I see? Oh my. MDNI

He realized too late that he should have recognized those sounds; the desperate soft huffing of heavy breath, the slickly wet noises, the stifled moans.

He’d been too wrapped up in his thoughts at first to hear them, or to put two and two together once he did. Too involved in the research and books balanced up to his chin and mug of coffee wobbling precariously by its handle in the hook of his finger as he struggled along through the door at the back of the lab, leaning heavily on the cane tucked up under his armpit.

The hour was late, late enough Viktor was used to being the only one there, and the shock was significant as he surfaced from the distraction of his plans and rounded one of the large prototypes that littered the back of the lab. Struck to a paralytic frozen stillness as he glanced up to find the pretty biochem assistant sat up upon a workbench, her shirt wide open and skirt hiked around her waist, with one of the many nameless tech engineers between the spread of her bare thighs, head buried under the rumpled hem of her skirt and her hand clutching desperately at his dark blonde hair.

Breath froze in his lungs and blood ran cold as ice in spite of the fire-hot flush he could feel flooding his face from the collar of his shirt right up to his ears. Face burning, heart a clenched stone, all he could do was stand there, staring as the tech lifted his head and rose, clearly aiming for a kiss that missed its landing as the assistant’s head turned away and his mouth instead made due with mauling biting kisses along her throat as he pulled one cup of her bra down to pinch and tug at the pretty tautness of a nipple until she was keening and writhing in her seat.

“Dirty thing. Like it rough, hm? Little priss.” The tech chastised as his hand closed over her upper arm and yanked the assistant off her seat upon the workbench only to bend her roughly over the desk immediately across from them.

Viktor reeled backward, ducking behind the prototype. The books and coffee in his arms jostled and he frantically juggled them and his cane. He ought to leave, ought to hurry back the way he’d come and immediately find somewhere else to be. Forget what he’d accidentally seen and leave the two lovers in peace. Seconds away from dropping everything and being found out, he managed to deposit the pile of books and the coffee on a small table, nearly knocking over an open tool kit. He grabbed at it frantically before its contents could rattle and in a hot panic watched a ratchet handle go rolling toward the edge.

He snagged it mid-air and let out a silent sigh of relief.

Behind him the moans had picked up volume again. Wanton little noises tugging insistently at his attention until, in spite of himself, he’d set the ratchet down and was peeking out from around the edge of the prototype.

She was bent forward over the desk, facing his hiding spot, and for a second he nearly jerked backward, sure she’d spot him. But her eyes were closed, prettily flushed face upturned and mouth hungrily agape as she rocked against the desk, resting upon her forearms as the tech behind her busily - and from the sounds of it - viciously fucked her with his fingers, grinning down at her bare bottom. His hand clenched the back of her skirt up as his other busied itself between the cleft of her sweet bottom and part of thighs, the slapping wet noises positively obscene.

It was filthy, gorgeous, exhilarating and mortifying.

The soft curve of her bare breast wobbled gently, that succulent flushed nipple practically dragging across the desktop as she arched her back into the attentions. Eyebrows knit hard over eyes shut tight, lips glossed and opened enticingly into a lovely little ‘O’ of want. She was so pretty, so undone. That prim little assistant Viktor could never bring himself to start a conversation with, whom he’d watched with vague little stabs of jealousy as she easily conversed with Jayce or anyone else. Her little tight smiles and witty asides, her keenly intelligent observations and the way her hair was constantly in a state of coming undone or falling out place in soft tendrils.

It was fully undone now, as beautiful a mess as its owner.

The tightness in his groin was unbearable, tent pressed hard against the front of trousers as he watched in strangled silence as that lovely girl began to tremble, her fingers curling into fists upon the desk, nails scraping against the smooth, cold metal tabletop as she gasped and bucked. Viktor found his own hand pressing to the aching constriction of his clothed cock.

Much like watching, the pressure felt both sickeningly painful and dizzyingly good. He allowed himself one slow, palming stroke and practically had to stifle his own quiet moan. And then…

“Ahhhnn! Y-yes, mmn… Viktor!”

The world screeched to a halt. Suddenly you could hear a pin drop in the spacious, open lab.

“...What did you just say?”

The tech’s question was coldly accusatory, and Viktor, who’d jerked himself wide-eyed back behind the bulwark safety of his hiding spot, thinking wildly that he’d been spotted at the sound of his name, found himself once again torn between fleeing the scene and the fact that he couldn’t seem to make his feet move. She’d… she said his name. But she hadn’t seen him, she couldn’t have. Not with eyes shut tight. That meant…

“Dex, I’m… I…”

Viktor chanced another hidden, one-eyed glance around the shield of his prototype to find the tech had pulled the poor girl upright and was glaring at her in undeniable disgust.

“You’re what?” The tech prodded icily, and when instead of answering the girl just crossed her arms over her vulnerable bareness and stared guiltily at the desk she’d just been bent over, he took the liberty of filling in the blanks for her.

“You know, this whole time I was wondering why a such a stuck up, straight laced little slag like you was suddenly so willing and eager to mess around with someone like me when you normally can’t be buggered to even acknowledge anyone who hasn’t gone to your precious academy is even in the room. Did you even know my name before tonight? None of you lot got any respect for this crew. We do all your dirty work, crawl into the guts of whatever new inventive way to die or lose a limb you’ve all come up with, and not a single one of you seems to know we’re anything more than another moving part of your machines. Just faceless cogs.”

He snorted a laugh.

“Or I guess faceless cocks, huh? Just a human toy for you-”

His tirade cut off with the sharp sound of a ringing slap. The assistant he’d been berating stood there in stony silence, open palm still lifted, just daring him to try for a second out of her as he rubbed his stinging cheek. For a breathless moment it looked as if he just might press on with his insulting tirade. Instead he grabbed the discarded jacket of his uniform and left in a hot blooded huff, muttering under his breath and slamming the door on his way out.

Viktor sagged back against the prototype, eyes rolling to the ceiling in a mingling of gratitude and relief. If it had escalated further, what would he have done? A physical altercation might be beyond his scope, and usually the weight of his position of authority and sang-froid calm was more than enough to wield the command he needed in any given situation. But confronting a man who’d just been called by his name in the heat of passion? And with the obviousness of an erection still straining at the front of trousers?

Nothing about that would have ended well.

As it was, he heard the girl heave a sigh of dismay followed by a soft snarl of utter frustration and the clatter of something on a table go flying with what was doubtless an angry smack. Viktor was just about to resign himself to waiting until the coast was clear to finally sneak away when the next noise caught him off guard.

More of those soft moans, the quietly wet enticing sounds that had him peering back around to find her bent back over the desk, bare breast cupped in her own hand, fingers rolling and tugging nipple to stiffness once more and her other hand shoved down between her thighs as she finished what the tech had started.

“Ah, Viktor… nnh, please yes, please!” She was going at it with a desperate, almost angry need, huffing stuttering breaths and savaging her lower lip between her teeth as she fell right back into the building crescendo that had been so unfortunately interrupted by her own indiscretion.

Viktor grit teeth as he was pitched right back into another impossible choice. What… what if he walked out there? What if he walked up to her, tucked the fall of hair back behind one ear and slid his fingers down to replace her own. What if he asked her to say his name like that again, for him. Would she let him? Let him feel how wet she’d got imagining him, while she wished another man’s touch had been his. How would she squeeze around his fingers, his cock?

He could practically smell her arousal from here, what would it be like close up? How did her skin taste, her mouth? That sweet slick gloss dripping down her thighs? How many times could he get her to say his name that way and what would it take until she was gasping it hoarsely, brokenly, begging. Would she be prettily embarrassed if he went out there, or terrified and appalled?

Her soft, needy little sighs of his name were driving him mad. So hard that the ache in the tightness of his balls was all consuming, that all he wanted, no - needed- was to get himself out of his pants and, oh Janna, please, buried in her.

But he couldn’t.

Couldn’t do any of it. If he went out there now, how could he possibly explain why he’d been watching for so long? What he was even doing there or why he felt it was in any way appropriate to interrupt her… her… oh gods, she was so close to orgasm, he could hear it. The way her breath picked up, the way she trembled upon the desk she leaned over, the quickening pace of the wet sounds of her fingers sliding in and out of herself.

And how she was pleading his name. Like… like he was somehow the one who could offer her the release she was chasing. Gods, it sounded so good. She sounded so good.

If he pulled himself free from his trousers she was sure to hear the frantic way he needed to fuck his fist. No way he could keep himself quiet, or at least quiet enough to keep himself hidden. Palm rubbed hard at his length as he sucked breath in near silent hisses through clenched teeth, thumb running the sensitive ridge of the head of his cock pressing through soft, straining fabric of his pants. A sweetly hot spiral of weighted craving coiling taut in the pit of his belly, tensing hips, leaving lean muscle of stomach and thighs tensing to a slight tremble with the need to thrust.

How many fingers did she need? Two dripping digits stuffed tightly into the clenching heat of herself, or three? Watching her face as she lost herself was intensely arousing but the thought of seeing her from behind was destroying him. The soft curve of her bottom, pretty, softly swollen, slick lips just peeking between the cleft of cheeks, her fingers shoved to the limit inside herself, wet just dripping from knuckles as she…

“Vik…ahn! Viktor, pl please… yes, ah. Fffuck! Viktor!!”

One last little stifled shout of his name and she panted a stuttered, broken moan before falling still. Viktor watched in desperate fascination as she sighed, gone boneless on the desk for a long moment.

Janna, to collapse against her; to kiss the heat of her flushed cheek or run hands over the little shivering tremble of hips, to soothe and help her catch her breath, to taste the little bead of sweat that ran down her temple and beside the tender curve of her ear to her throat.

She picked herself up off the desk as he watched, still gripping the aching stiffness of his cock through his clothes. Watched her stand on weak legs and slowly redress herself, with a regretful, or perhaps it was resigned, look on her face. Watched her rebutton her shirt and fix her hair as she wandered out of the lab, tugging at the back of her skirt.

Viktor waited until the door swung shut, waited a good three minutes at least after the sound of her footsteps had faded until he struggled out from his hiding place, the strain in his pants making walking more difficult than usual as he shuffled over to where she’d lain, stroked fingertips over the heat of her that still lingered, fading upon the metallic desktop. There was a smudge of sticky wet on the edge of the desk where her damp fingertips had brushed it and he was just about to drag a finger over the faint gloss of moisture when something on the floor caught his eye.

A tiny black crumple of lace.

Viktor bent painfully, stiffly, and snagged it, rising to let it hang from one finger as he regarded the discarded cloth in confusion for one second before the shape of it suddenly made sense.

Her panties.

She’d left her panties.

Long fingers curled tightly into a fist over the soft, lacy garment and a second later he had his pants open. The fist clenching her panties braced upon the table as he frantically, desperately fucked into the tight grip of his other hand, mouth hung open as he rushed straight over the precipice of his release with a delirious surge that had him hunched over with a sharp jerk, a soundless long groan dying in the gape of his mouth as lungs convulsed.

It was both the most intense release he’d ever had and the least satisfying. Over so quick, and nothing half as wonderful as all those delicious little fantasies he’d conjured watching her, listening to her. Not nearly as good as she would have felt.

Coughing slightly, struggling to catch his breath, Viktor righted himself. Hissing softly at the tender ache of abused flesh left too long constricted and then fisted far too roughly with precious little lubrication, he put himself away.

There was barely a half second of consideration for the panties in his grasp before he tucked them into his pocket. He could have, and perhaps should have left them where he found them - but what then? If the cleaning staff found them perhaps inconvenient questions might be asked. If instead the next morning their work colleagues found them then even more inconvenient scandals might get bandied about, no doubt leading to her embarrassment if that jilted tech ever spoke up.

As Viktor made his way slowly toward the door he’d come in from he briefly considered tucking the pretty, lacy things into the drawer of her desk. It was a sweetly devious thought, to be sure; to watch her discover her underwear laid neatly in her desk and have to wonder who knew, who put them there. Perhaps he could leave a clever little note beneath… no. No. Then she’d know, and no one could ever know that he’d just… just hid there and watched. It surely didn’t matter how sweetly she’d moaned his name or begged for him, if she knew he’d seen everything and done nothing? No, she’d hate him, find him repulsive.

Viktor paused at the door, hand sliding into his pocket, the delicate lace brushing the tips of his fingers as he glanced behind himself.

No one could ever know.

And those panties were coming home with him.

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calchexxis · 2 years

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A late night visit where some final arrangements are made.

The penultimate chapter of Onset of Starlight, we’re almost there.

#Flashbangs & Frag Grenades #Onset of Starlight #Viktor POV #Lux #Jinx #lightcannon

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radiantdanvers · 6 months

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Being a Hargreeves Sibling

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #moodboard #pov #fic ideas #fic inspo #pics not mine

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cowgremlin11 · 7 months

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sooooo viktor

#THE LOVE TO HATE #PUFFED YOUR CHEST LIKE YOUD NEVER LOST A WAR #EVERYONE ASSUMES YOURE CRYING LIGHTNING #VIKDECAI #THIS IS SO. FUCKING. VIKDECAI #POST DIVORCE VIKDECAI SPECIFICALLY #LIKE UGH THIS IS VIKTOR POV #grem rambles #lackadaisy #lackadaisy cats #viktor vasko #mordecai heller #arctic monkeys #crying lightning #Spotify

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space-blue · 5 months

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Jinx smiles wryly, looking at the gaunt stranger under her hands. The men in her life have rarely done her good, and all of them have had such power over her. Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Singed... Mylo, Claggor, or their accursed ghosts. Silco. What will this one be, she wonders. A traitor, a lover, an anchor? A foe? Friend?

Jinx & Silco - 1.5k words - Prompt : Friend @arcanefandomweek

#arcane #arcaneyear2 #arcaneyeartwo #jinx #viktor #machine herald #jinx & viktor #jinx pov #arcane jinx #arcane viktor #fanfic #arcane fanfic #bluedaddysgirl

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zkyfall · 1 year

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shitpost bonus panel below cut:

i couldn't come up with a better pickup line. I'm sure silco could think of something better ahhaha

#silco x viktor #vilco #viktor arcane #silco arcane #POV youre gazing longingly at two dudes from across the bar #arcane fanart #background hellllll

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strawwritesfic · 2 years

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Viktor Krum x Female!Reader: Grace

Summary: You can at least repay Hermione by showing her the same kind of grace she’s shown you.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: All (Post-Deathly Hallows; Bulgarian!Reader; Newspaper Columnist!Reader; Married!Reader; Married!Viktor; Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger; Wedding; the Burrow)

Challenge: “115 Words” by BonitaWolfSpirit on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Grace

Bright shone the day you arrived in Britain for the long-awaited wedding. One minute you stood in comforting, familiar Sofia; the next, in strange, unfamiliar Ottery St. Catchpole. The long-distance portkey-ing left you too dizzy to walk immediately following your arrival. You’d never have found where you were going had you not been steadied by a firm hand at your elbow.

“Careful,” said Viktor in your shared native Bulgarian. “Are you all right?”

“The only thing I’ve hurt is my pride,” you assured him as you straightened yourself. “I’m still not used to traveling so far magically.”

He smiled. “You should come to more of my games.”

“And miss an opportunity for a great assignment that isn’t your winning streak? I think not.”

The smile on his face widened as Viktor moved his hand to yours. “Come along. We don’t want to be late.”

To be honest, you would not have minded. You would not have minded missing the entire blasted ceremony. Going was important to Viktor, though, so you allowed him to pull you along beside him. He knew where he was going, at least.

The wide field in which you had landed seemed to stretch into the horizon in every direction. Soon enough—too soon for your liking—a strange shape reared up against the landscape. As you drew nearer, you realized the shape was a house that had a large tent filled with people set up next to it.

Sure enough, that tent turned out to be your destination. Viktor led you right to the entrance of it. There stood a young man with a shock of bright blue hair, waiting for guests.

“Friends of the groom or the bride?” asked the boy.

“Bride,” Viktor answered in English.

The child nodded and made to show you to your seats. Before he could get more than a few steps ahead, however, he got a good look at Viktor and froze in place.

“You’re Viktor Krum!” he gasped.

“That is me, yes.”

One of the things you loved most about Viktor was his modesty. You’d been dating another member of the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team when the two of you had met. His teammate hadn’t so much as known the definition of humility, and you were quite glad now that the relationship hadn’t worked out.

Then again, he probably wouldn’t have thought it a good idea to drag you to his ex-girlfriend’s wedding.

This boy did not seem not to be thinking of quidditch at all, though. He brightened upon confirmation of his suspicions before he headed off in an entirely different direction. “Auntie wanted to see you when you got here. Follow me!”

“If that is what Herm-Own-Ninny wishes,” Viktor said as he made to do so. His grip on your hand did not allow you to slip away unseen into the pavilion. “There is no need to be nervous,” he added quietly as the pair of you trailed after the child through the home’s cramped kitchen.

“Me? Why should I be nervous?” All you were doing was meeting your husband’s first love, the perfect, demure, brilliant woman who corresponded with him regularly to that very day. “I only worry about what the tabloids back home will say.”

The dark eyes he turned upon you sparkled with amusement. “Do you care what they say about you all of a sudden?”

“Of course not!”

“Neither do I. Don’t worry. You will like Herm-Own-Ninny very much.”

At that very moment, your youthful chaperone stopped at a door on the third-floor landing. He rapped on it before saying loudly, “Auntie! Viktor Krum is here to see you!”

Several seconds later, the door opened. A very pretty woman with bright red hair appeared there to ruffle the top of the boy’s head. “Thanks, Teddy,” she said. “Now get back to your post before Percy finds out you left it.”

“Okay!” Teddy sang, then pushed past you to race back the way had come from.

“Come on in,” said the woman, stepping aside to let you through.

Inside the room were three other women: one blonde reading a magazine in the corner by the window; a brunette sitting at a large oval mirror; and a second blonde working on the brunette’s hair. Only the last did you recognize: Fleur Weasley, her husband, and her daughter had all come to your own wedding a year ago. The redhead looked enough like Bill that she must have been a relative. Beyond those two, you were lost in a sea of strangers.

When the door closed behind you, the woman at the mirror gasped, stood, and walked over to your husband to embrace him.

“Viktor. I’m so glad you were able to make it.”

“Hermione! You will ruin your makeup,” Fleur scolded.

Hermione smiled sheepishly and stepped away.

“Not that Ron will notice,” said the redhead. “He’ll be too busy trying not to trip on his own two feet. He, Harry, and Neville got into the Fire Whiskey last night, so Ron’s going to be even clumsier than usual.”

“You look wonderful,” Viktor told the bride, and indeed she did. Though this Hermione did not radiate beauty like Fleur did, she had a quiet grace that you knew instantly Viktor liked. Her simple but flattering wedding robes only added to the effect.

“It’s been too long. I’m ever so sorry I didn’t make it your wedding. It was such a busy time at the Ministry,” Hermione said.

“I understand. Let me introduce you to my wife now: [F Name] Krum.”

“Hello,” you said uncomfortably. Your Bulgarian accent was much thicker than Viktor’s, as you’d had fewer opportunities to practice English than he had. It made you feel dumber than usual hearing it around that lot.

Hermione offered you her hand without remark. “Hermione Granger, soon to be Granger-Weasley,” she said, and the pair of you shook. “I hope you don’t dislike me too much for inviting you. I wanted to invite Viktor, you see, and Ron will feel so much better knowing you came along, too. Besides, I’ve wanted to meet you for ages! Viktor talks about you all the time in his letters.”

“He does?”

Viktor chose that time to turn his attention to the redhead. “So, Ginny, I hear that you and I will be having a rematch soon?”

“He does,” Hermione said before she leaned in closer to add, “and I can see that he wasn’t lying about a single thing he said about you.”

You felt blood rush to your face. That Viktor had been so kind about you in his letters surprised you. He wasn’t really keen on expressing his inner feelings to anyone but his closest friends. “He speaks quite highly of you as well.”

“He is a good sort of man, isn’t he? But enough about him. I’m sure you’ll be hearing about Viktor all night long. He tells me you work at the Bulgarian wizarding paper?”

“I do.”

“Do you keep a portfolio? Would you mind sending me some of your articles?”

“I could, but why would you want them?”

“I think reading the news from a Bulgarian point of view would be fascinating,” she answered, “and I’m told you’re a wonderful writer.”

You rolled your eyes, and at last offered Hermione a smile of your own. “What does he know? He only cares about quidditch.”

“Men.” Hermione laughed.

To your great surprise, you spent a very pleasant ten minutes chatting with Hermione, Ginny, Fleur, and the last woman (who turned out to be an oddity by the name of Luna Lovegood). Time seemed to fly by until Viktor took you toward the door so that you could find your seats.

“Goodbye, Herm-Own-Ninny. We will see you at the service,” he said.

A chorus of goodbyes followed you down the stairs. Before you could step outside, however, Viktor pulled you aside.

“What?” you asked him.

“Do you forgive her now?”

“Forgive who?”

“Herm-Own-Ninny. For dating me so long ago.”

You frowned. “It was never a matter of forgiving her. She’s just a little hard to live up to. But you were right. She is very nice.”

“She liked you, too. I could tell.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, then intertwined his fingers with yours as you left the house together. “Do you think there will still be seats in the back?”

With Teddy’s help, you found a couple. It wasn’t long after you got settled that the music started and Hermione appeared. For the first time, you were able to see her with clear eyes. She was beautiful, and blissfully happy with her own love. Hermione Granger-Weasley was no longer your rival. One day, she might even become your friend.

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diedraechin · 2 years

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Anybody want a sneak peek of the next chapter???

So we just got back from vacation, and I sat down and read through the next chapter, and I think that I'm just about ready to send it to Io to edit. I have two small sections that I have highlighted for reworking, but nothing major and I'm feeling pretty good about it! Which means I should probably let Io have at it before I change my mind...

And whenever I get to this point, is usually when I decide it's time to give you all a little taste of what's coming... :D This is a little longer than usual, but I think it's deserved for all your patience sticking with me!

Where did we leave off? Oh, right, Yuuri got called up as alternate for the GPF and is stuck in the Netherlands because his flight was delayed/cancelled/wtf????

Viktor turned back to Chris. “Going to call it a night?”

Chris nodded. “It’s been busy and that’s not even with all the drama caused by that delay in Amsterdam for our third musketeer.” He paused. “Never fly through Schiphol; it’s a horrible idea. I’ve always had bad luck with that airport. I don’t care how nice it is on the inside, it still sucks getting stuck there.” He stood up. “I’m going for a walk around the block to get some air and then coming back and calling it a night.”

“Bonne nuit.”

Chris patted his shoulder and headed out the door.

Viktor returned to his staring contest with Yakov. Ultimately, he knew that Yakov was going to win, but he wasn’t going to make it easy for the coach.

“Ok. So he’s definitely in the air. Someone needs to wait for him, though.” Celestino’s booming voice broke Viktor’s staring contest and he turned his head to look at Celestino who was talking with Kai and the Team Japan Leader -- the Japanese and French officials having left -- Phichit still dancing around the edge, neither included nor separate from the group. Never had Viktor been happier that Celestino didn't know how to speak at normal speaking volume.

It was the Team Japan Leader that spoke. “I will be here when he gets in. I have his paperwork and schedules.” He paused. “I don’t know Katsuki-san at all, though, he’s never competed at a competition I’ve been Leader at before.” He looked down at the watch on his wrist. "It's too late to call Japan."

“I don’t have a problem with waiting, Celestino.” Kai said.

Celestino shook his head. “He’s my skater and it was a bad delay and we both know that he was panicking earlier when the flight showed as cancelled for five minutes before returning to being just delayed. I’ll stay. Go bring Phichit to his room.”

“But, Celestino!” Phichit interjected.

Celestino shook his head. “No. You’re going to bed. You have early practice and press and a lot of other things to get through. If Yuuri was already here he’d be telling you the same thing. You’ll see Yuuri tomorrow; we both know that he’ll make sure of that. Besides, aren't you the one who hates dealing with him when he’s cranky? And he’s going to be.”

Phichit stopped moving and nodded. “Point. He gets very cranky.”

Viktor bit his lip to stop from laughing and glanced at Yakov who was just shaking his head. “He’s not wrong. Yura can be very grumpy at times.”

Yakov stood up. “Bed soon, Vitya. I mean it.”

“I know. I will. I promise. Just thirty more minutes? By then Chris will have finished his walk and I’ll be out of people to entertain me.”

Yakov sighed and patted his shoulder. “He’ll be here and he’ll skate. On the positive side, he’ll likely be so tired from being anxious over his flights he’ll sleep.” Yakov went to the elevator.

Kai had started arguing with Phichit, but seemed to be winning and was aiming the Thai skater toward the elevators.

“Kai, just one second.” Viktor made to stand up but she just looked over at him and shook her head.

“I’ll text her. Don’t want to hear it. I need to get this one up to his room.” She pushed him into the elevator with Yakov and then all of them were gone.

So Viktor was left with the Japanese Team Leader and Celestino just sitting in the lobby in a tense, uncomfortable silence, none of them saying anything and neither of the other two even acknowledging Viktor. While the minutes dragged on, Viktor idly looked through instagram trying to pass the time, but nothing caught his interest.

He really needed to figure out Yuuri's secret instagram. No doubt he'd been posting things while stranded in the Netherlands. That would have been entertaining. Oh! Maybe he even used that layoverinams hashtag! Viktor started typing the hashtag into the search bar, but stopped midway when Celestino coughed loudly. He dropped his phone from in front of his face to look at Yuuri’s coach and smiled.

“Shouldn’t you go to bed?” Celestino looked at him, his annoyance clear. Seemingly their temporary truce for getting Yuuri to nap at Skate America had come to an end.

Viktor shrugged. “Probably. But I’m waiting for Chris to finish his walk. Can’t be more well rested than the competition. Have to give them a sporting chance.”

Celestino visibly bristled. “You’re full of yourself, Nikiforov, and one of these days a skater is going to come around and knock you down a peg or three.”

Grinning, Viktor wondered if Celestino even knew that he was a coach to such a skater because he was pretty sure that Yuuri’s coach was the king of underestimating Yuuri.

#yuri on ice #yuuri katsuki #yuri on ice fanfiction #bear your soul on the ice #yoi fanfic #bysoti(d)#viktor nikiforov #sneak peek #viktor pov since I know so many of you love that #layoverinams #bwahahaha #also I have been stranded in Schiphol multiple times #I do not like #in fact the walking Christmas Tree from last chapter was ripped straight from one of the times Io and I were stuck there...

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danothan · 2 years

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simple edit for the jayvik song ever

#jayvik #jayce talis #viktor #arcane #if you dont have this song on your jv playlists i just assume it’s not complete #needless to say this is going first on both of their chronological pov playlists

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ploopyoopy · 2 years

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I’ve been meaning to make something like this for months but never had the motivation to do it until now! Hope y’all like it<3

#league of legends #arcane art #arcane viktor #arcane netflix #league of legend art #viktor loves sweet milk #lol viktor #league of legends Viktor #machine herald viktor #pov #y/n #machine herald #machine herald x reader

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triptychgrip · 4 months

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Tfw you’re gripped by inspiration in the dead of night to write a crack-y one-shot instead of working on your multichapter fic…

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“Yes! Please, I want it all, every mirin-flecked morsel, every scrap of scallion!”

Nalini snickered; Viktor’s breathy, absurd alliteration had her feeling slap-happy.

His voice sounded quite strained, the words bracketed by heavy panting.

“How bad do you want it, my love? Say it,” came Yuuri’s commanding, forceful response. “Tell me how starved you are for this hot, succulent katsudon.”

Nalini nearly choked on the handful of banana chips making its way down her esophagus.

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When Nalini Samudra – hired to plant-sit as well as dog-sit Makka – bungles Viktor’s fancy stereo operation instructions, she accidentally begins playing his and Yuuri's sex tape in broad daylight, on crystal-clear surround sound.

She knows it’s a gross violation of privacy to continue listening but how can she possibly suppress her intrigue when she gets to hear a whole new side of Viktor’s unassuming fiance?

Especially when he says things like “Every grain of rice, every bit of fluffy egg, Vitya, I’ve been saving it all for that hungry mouth of yours.”

#yuri on ice #katsuki yuuri #viktor nikiforov #viktuuri #post canon #established relationship #crack treated seriously #katsudon #smut and fluff #pov outsider #accidental voyeurism

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thedeadthree · 1 year

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— IT IS WIP SUNDAY ♡

TAGGED BY the dear @adelaidedrubman, @morvaris, @aartyom, @risingsh0t, @nightbloodraelle, @phillipsgraves and @leviiackrman to post a wip or two ! ♡

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as she has had a vice grip on the brain a cute piece for olga ♡ in the future will include minerva and santo and alyssas logan !

The odds of FEDRA’s successes against the Washington Liberation Front are bleak at best. If she is being frank, they’re losing.

They will reach the basement. They will find the specimens in the vault. They will find them. They will find her.

And they will not have her research.

The soldiers protecting her outside have likely been taken out. Her colleagues, the ones who didn’t leave on Allards transport with her mentor gisela, fleur, yori, and ondria and didn’t manage to find ways out on their own were likely detained or taken out as well. Leaving her alone.

She wanted it this way. She won’t let the wrong hands reach what she has worked years for to understand the Cordyceps. She won’t let them reach her.

“Mother, if this is to be my swansong, I want you to avenge me.” she whispers to herself as she removes her lab coat and research scrubs. Olga was currently on the residential level, and she had the room renovated to include a private elevator leading down directly into the research floor; she'll reach the basement level before they do.

Olga headed from the window overlooking the outer courtyard of what was once the University of Washington hospital; which FEDRA and the Center for Disease Control, or CDC, had turned into a research facility. Walking to her bed and putting on the dress she had laid there Olga made her way to the vanity on the opposite end of her bed.

She was taught to look her best when treating guests. Even still, she holds the words of her mother in regard.

It was her mothers dress, a vintage gown from 2002, the soft blue silk slip dress felt dreamlike on her. She would be wearing this for her memory. Olga, now sitting on the chair gazing at her reflection from the vanity, put on a pair of pearl earrings and a pearl necklace, humming to the tune of Tchaikovsky’s swan lake as she did.

The swan will choose her fate today.

ive also began working on the former seattle crew / former washington dc crew and here is what i have so far of minervas ♡ using the loveliest mari's template !

a cute lil piece for una with this template by the lovely ash ♡

and lastly ! a vicky piece using this template! featuring aj’s nessie ♡

#only if you want to! 🤍🕊#oc: olga litvinchuck #oc: minerva graves #oc: una nathaira uller #oc: viktor mason #leg.tagged #leg.ocs #leg.writing #she was convinced this was to be her last dance so she was going to make it ♡ poetic ♡ u know?#a bit theatrical but as was said! she had to make it poetic! and i adore her for that !#im thinking there will be two povs here one of olga and the other being someone else? maybe santo or minerva?#because im thinking santo did a stint as a wlf ? he was also a firefly as well before dipping (minerva also was wlf before she dipped too)#gianna and alaia left seattle MONTHS prior i think so they completely miss the shenanigans jaksnxkn #and there is a prologue to this planned both from the povs of minerva in the wlf AND from olga and the besties !#LISTENNN I AM IN MOURNING......! and so is miss minnie! ILL NEVER FORGET U DEAR ! (it does mean shes available @ aj and alyssa hehe)#(and besties/mutuals ! more besties for the t*lou besties!!!! <3)#not me WHEEZING yesterday @ 3 am when it hit me like a TRUCK that minnies type in her f*allout and t*lou verses is old men AJHASBHXJS #h*ancock in f*allout and p*erry in t*lou GOOD FOR HER nksajnx #and at a point either in swansong or in a companion piece'll be olgie meeting logie <3 EXCITEDD #spitfire or trigger happy spitfire jksanknw tiny menace is another alias that would fit minnie kjnsakjnk <3 #Viktor trying and failing gloriously by his GENIUS thinking if he switched the first letters of his first and last name nobody would find #his socials kjaskxw you nerd u ! my heart I LOVEHIM DEARLY #teehee shrieking about unas song and her card being the tower and her mbti SHRIEKING ABOUT HERR <3 #her and vanna always on my heart always on my mind ! I LOVE THEM DEARLY #and once more we must shriek about mari and ash and their TALENT and these templates <3 ! YOU BOTH ARE TREASURES !!!!!!#kilian may totally not at all get a love interest of his own hehehe <3 AJ I AM SO SO LOOKING FORWARD TO WHAT U HAVE IN MIND FOR HIM <3 #I am thinking for post!p*erry minnie maybe santo? or someone else? as theyve been longtime friends! it would be cute!

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sharkneto · 2 years

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With Number vs Apocalypse Week taking place when Number is 29, does this mean he's been able to save Luther from the mutation like he says he'll try to in HIT (or is that spoilery?)

This is technically spoilers, but I don't count them as major ones as Luther's situation is generally clear within the first chapter of that fic, even if the details don't fill in until later. I also personally don't care about spoilers, so I don't mind saying anything - if spoilers are a thing you care about or this specifically is a thing you'd rather piece together with the fic, then stop reading here and scroll fast because I'm on mobile and readmores have not been cooperating with me there.

Still here?

So, Number is half successful in saving Luther. He at least gets a heads-up to Luther about the mission, as much as he can without knowing specifics on what exactly goes wrong, so Luther is more alert for problems. That lack of specifics ends up being key, as the warning is enough to stop Luther from almost dying and needing to be ape-ified, but is not enough to avoid the accident completely. Headcanon that the accident was some sort of chemical explosion, and that still happens but Luther is in a better position so only part of him gets hit, rather than all of him.

It fucks up his left arm.

Burns it badly, fucks with the nerves, makes it stiff and functionally useless for Luther to do much with. Not only functionally useless, but actively hinders him. Moving it too much can trigger muscle spasms, which are incredibly painful for him, as they are superstrong muscles going at their full potential for no reason and the only thing they have to work on are Luther's bones (which are thankfully also super durable, but still not a fun experience for poor Luther).

A superstrong soldier who only has one good arm is not useful to Reggie. And we know what Reggie does with a Luther he doesn't find useful.

The fic picks up at the day of the funeral, so Luther is fresh back from his time on the Moon, in a very similar spot to where we pick up with our canon Luther in S1.

Number and Luther are in a complicated place when the fic starts. On Number's side, there's the whole Number One thing we just started on in JT, his frustration that Luther never left the Academy, never figured out Reggie's bullshit. He's got guilt over Luther's accident while also firm in reminding himself that he did try, did do the best he could in the moment to stop it. On Luther's side, there's the usual frustration and hurt over Five's general attitude about the Academy, over how nonchalant and celebratory he is over Reggie's death. There's also the knowledge that Five did try to save him from his accident, might have saved his life with the heads-up (aaaand more complicated feelings over that because his arm is still Bad even with that help)

And it only gets messier from there - and that I will save for the fic :)

#i love five and Luther's relationship #and number and luther's is so complicated in a way their canon counterpart's isn't #in part because of this #and it's really really fun to play around with and explore #allison and luther make the pov's of that fic #and at it's heart its a fic about number and viktor's relationship (as tua often is)#but also number and luther's #tua #ficblogging #i need to figure out a title for this fic for organizational tags...#thanks for the ask!#ask response

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