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dangermousie · 19 days

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A danmei lover's biased and incomplete het web novel rec list

@mercipourleslivres thanks for inspiring me!

When it comes to Chinese web novels, I mainly read danmei. I tend not to care too much for OP heroine with a hero who dotes on her for no reason as she fights with 14 year olds narratives, nor inner courtyard fights. BUT!!! There are some het web novels I like and so here is my biased and incomplete rec list. Most of these don't have OP heroines, and very little to none courtyard fights.

Before I start, my favorite het web novel authors are: Gong Xinwen, Mo Shu Bai, Peng Lai Ke, and Jiu Lu Fei Xiang. I have yet to read anything bad by them.

Anyway, rec list:

1000 Miles of Bright Moonlight - one of my ultimate favorites, this would make such an epic drama! A smart as hell heroine, a hero who is a monk and a warrior (but also terminally?) ill and such a vivid world and amazing secondary characters (heroine’s brother is possibly my favorite supporting character of all time) and so much angst and happy ending. This has an amazing romance but it’s not romance-centric if it makes sense - ML doesn’t appear for a while. But once he does, it’s worth it!

Accompanying the Phoenix - the one that just got adapted into The Legend of Shen Li, this is high adventure and cottage core and funny and tragic and powerful ML being putty in the hands of capable FL and just EVERYTHING.

Apocalypse Arrival - Gong Xinwen’s novels are made just for me. Her heroines are always powerful as fuck and rescue abused MLs. In this novel, our heroine who lives in the post-apocalyptic world, wakes up right before that apocalypse happens. She forms a survival crew and also rescues ML who has miraculous blood and has been drained of it and is now hunted after the rescue for it. SO GOOD!!!

Black Moonlight Holds the BE Script - so fucked up, so good, with monster hero who learns to love and be human and heroine who learns to love and be human (but from the other side, her tower of perfection.) Much better than the drama which I did enjoy.

The Blue Whisper - the drama was so-so, but the novel is a bona fide angst masterpiece, which really delves into what it feels like to be imprisoned or to love.

Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid - I remember starting this and loving the realistic feel and the heroine and wanting to stab the hero and @mercipourleslivres telling me to be patient. She was right, by the end I was on board with both the hero (who was abused and is rather autistic-coded) and the OTP. Anyway, heroine is a servant who was a concubine in the last life and got killed as part of a rich family’s harem intrigues. In this life, she just wants to keep her head down but her life gets derailed anyway. She gets sold away and eventually made a servant in the household of an exiled prince who takes a fancy to her and she endures it because what choice does she have? All she wanted was to serve out her term and become a small time merchant. This is quite realistic about lack of options for women, especially lower class women or upper class male attitudes (ML is never vicious or mean to FL but it does not initially occur to him to wonder if she fancies him or enjoys being his concubine or w/e.) It is a DELIGHTFUL slow burn tho as they grow to love each other and grow together and become one of the most wholesome cnovel couples out there.

Dandere General and His Lord - hi there, Gong Xinwen! God, I love this one. Heroine transmigrates from modern world into a brutal slave-holding world at war (think something like Warring States era.) Our heroine transmigrates into the body of a noblewoman who just hung herself. When she comes to, she discovers that woman’s twin brother was the ruler of a city poisoned by a rival claimant and the besieging army of said claimant is about to take the city and original occupant of the body and the rest of the family chose suicide as a way to avoid dishonor. Our heroine refuses, schemes with advisors to pass as the brother and rally the troops. Once the invaders are defeated, she keeps on the masquerade and rides off to one of the never-ending wars “she” is summoned to. Our hero couldn’t be farther from this. A slave and a son of a slave, he’s escaped a horrific, starving childhood during which he narrowly avoided being murdered or raped, and ended up in the army. When the story opens, he distinguished himself in battle and as a reward, he and a few of his fellow slave warriors are invited to a banquet, where they are given some alcohol and to be playthings of any nobles who want them. One of them does not survive this but ML is lucky - heroine feels terrible and so “claims” him for herself. Instead she just tends to his wounds and sends him back. She does not fancy him or anything, she is just a human being with a conscience. And the story goes from there.

Demon King's Repayment - another delicious Gong Xinwen tale with a powerful ML dedicated to capable FL. This one is a great fantasy plot (I keep imagining it as an animated series) and a sprawling cast of amazing secondaries (and secondary OTPs - there is, I swear, an OTP that is Dong Hua x Feng Jiu done thru GXW lens) to boot.

Doomed to Be Cannon Fodder - I hesitated to put this one on the list because by the end I was not keen on how misogynistic novel got to original female lead but it was one of my earliest novels and I loved it for 90% and it’s fucking hilarious at times. Heroine transmigrates as bit villainess into a novel, all she wants is not to die, but her new attitude of “pls stay away” catches the attention of her terrifying general husband. Honestly, imo still worth it.

Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir - my n1 novel on this list, smart and fierce and don’t really read this for romance because it does not start until really late, but ice cold heroine x ice cold hero both of equal brains and ruthlessness is everything. I went from loathing the ML to finding him fascinating to adoring him (and yet he softened around the edges only for FL, he never became “nice”) and loved FL throughout; secondaries are epic. If you read only one non-danmei web novel, make it this one.

The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl - my n2 novel on this list. Our heroine is the unlucky laundry maid A’Chou. She is a di daughter of an upperclass family but her family got destroyed in one of the political upheavals of the time and A’Chou, only a small child at the time, was the only survivor and was made an enslaved laundry maid. Due to various events, at the start of the novel she is a laundry maid in a minister’s household and the minister’s beloved daughter is having a fit because she’s supposed to marry the former Crown Prince which may have been great a few years back but Crown Prince had since been deposed, tortured, imprisoned and now is living in the middle of nowhere under conditions that are too meager to be called house arrest. And he’s seriously crippled too. Understandably, the young lady doesn’t want to marry him! She’d rather kill herself and so she does. And so, a desperate plan is hatched - why don’t we pretend the laundry maid is the di daughter of the minister’s household and send her off? And so A’Chu is sent as the bride. She arrives to discover a broke, seriously injured man on the verge of death…and we go from there. This is so gorgeous and tender and slow in just the right way and like AAAAAA! Secondary OTPs (one of which is MM) are also epic.

Futu Tower - the drama (Unchained Love) was a mess but the novel is such a lovely, dark exploration of coming back to life, for the ML from his dark revenge-strewn path and for heroine from not being allowed wishes of her own. She is a tribute bride, he’s a (fake) eunuch, they are both servants who use themselves to achieve goals and find peace and happiness together.

The Grand Princess - a tale where both members of the OTP reincarnate as their younger selves after killing each other in their 50s, and get a new start, this is smart and slow and so good in portraying old souls in young bodies. Their rediscovery of not just each other but themselves and their passion for living is just AAAAAA!

Heroine Saves Gentleman - Gong Xinwen novel so we have a tough martial artist lady saving a very upper class scholar and it goes from there. If elegant gorgeous ML being saved and protected (and lovingly dommed) by awesome FL is your bag, pls come right in.

Husband Be a Gentleman - schemer meet schemer. He’s an idle prince she’s perfect daughter, in reality both are wolves out for blood. Mmmm. Very OTP gets together early and is us against the world.

I’ll Be the Male Lead’s Sister in Law - one of my all time favorite novels. Heroine is made to marry a disabled nephew of the emperor. He used to be a victorious god of war but went mad and now is basically locked away and kept as a beast. GOD I LOVE THIS NOVEL SO MUCHHHHH! So much hurt/comfort and awesome OTP and after he eventually recovers, all he wants to do is to fight and murder things and dote on wifey. MMM. He’s honestly one of my fave MLs.

I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - if you have a Florence Nightingale complex, this is for you. Heroine wakes up as tribute bride to an almost dead dragon lord and slowly nurses him back to life as his rivals try to murder him. They are both utter adorable babies!

Let the Villain Go - another Gong Xinwen novel, this and Apocalypse Arrivals are AUs of each other. Heroine is surviving in the apocalypse, ML is the “bugbear” of the world but in reality just reacting to all abuse and torture and after she accidentally saves him, devotes himself. Fun fun fun!

Long Wind Crossing - Amazing ML and FL who grow together, clever plot, arranged marriage to love etc etc. Oh, and one point he feeds her his blood to keep her alive, what’s not to love? (Adapted into Chang Feng Du/Destined)

Lost You Forever - this is a short but delicately wistful tale of trauma and loss and love, wrapped in a high fantasy setting but so relatable despite it.

Love In Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant - so so fucked up in the best way! ML cannot live with OR without heroine. It opens on them banging in jail night before her execution (ordered by him) with corpses of men he killed for trying to defile her cooling nearby. If you want healthy relationships with respectful boundaries, gentle and considerate male leads who are modern men in period clothes, OP heroines who have everyone help them and are OP to the max, fluff and wholesomeness, that is about the worst book for you.If you want complexity, dysfunction, darkness, pain and an absolutely lyrical even if fucked up story, come right IN!!!!I am so fucking in love with the melancholy heroine, with ruthless psycho hero and the endless regret and devotion and paaaaain!

The Marquis Is Innocent - our heroine is a beautiful woman married to a warlord who hates her family. (Yes, this was gonna be The Prisoner of Beauty until SZE tax scandal.) Except she's a transmigrator from the future who knows how it ended last time around and has no interest to end up this tragically. This is in my top 5 - FL is smart but believably so (and doesn't have super battle powers) and ML is a believable period warlord. The way their relationship develops so gradually and the way his character changes so gradually as well (and the way they slowly fall in love, her slower than him) is just amazing. It is such a smart, nuanced, gorgeous slow burn. With some gonzo sex scenes :P

Mulberry Song - you like tragic endings? Come right IN! This is short and heartbreaking and wistful and very what-if.

Nightfall (Ever Night) - so long but also so smart and unusual and bloody and tho it’s not primarily a romance, you will never see another ML who loves his FL as much as Ning Que does his Sang Sang.

Offering Salted Fish to Master - in some ways, this novel is a mess, but I am recommending it because this is a rare example of "nope he's 100% a villain and murderdude and odd, but he does love the heroine" that the author commits to.

Pihanjin - yet another awesome PLK novel, this is once again, like with Marquis, a ruthless man and a beautiful woman getting a second chance on a second go-around. FL is a lot more wounded this time around though. If you LOVE watching ML grovel and slowly, gradually win FL over, this one is for you.

Princess Agents - a dark tale with an incredibly competent and militarily powerful/ruthless heroine and two terrifying men who love her (but neither is as terrifying as she is.) There is an OTP switch halfway through that shockingly makes sense and it's just SO SO GOOOOOOOD

Rebirth of the Malicious Empress of Military Lineage - this is probably the one “typical” novel on this list, heroine is reborn as her youngest self and gets revenge on those who wronged her last time around. It is really really well-written and heroine is competent, hero is doting and powerful etc. It’s not a trope I tend to love but I do when it’s done THIS well.

Rebirth of the Tyrant’s Pet: Regent Prince is Too Fierce: Borgias cnovel style! Our heroine was empress in last life and put her husband on the throne tho he did not love her. However, he had her executed and had his half-brother carry out the orders and heroine died horrifically. She opens her eyes and she’s a little girl again. The OTP this time around is heroine and half-brother executioner. Why do I love it? Heroine is smart and tough but also this is a rare rebirth novel where heroine does NOT decide to seek revenge for past life wrongs because they haven’t happened yet! In fact, she sees ML abused and stands up for him because he’s a kid and no kid should be mistreated and this go around he hasn’t done anything wrong. She also gets and likes her former life husband. Anyway, this is fakecest galore because she’s supposed to be their half-sister and while she knows (from past life) she is not, they do not and fall for her anyway. ML is especially gonzo, at one point carving chunks of his flesh to save her. He’s feral and unhinged and she’s the one person he worships because she protected him and like - it’s all awesome. (I love secondary ML too.)

Reborn to Love Lord Qiansui - yes, this is a eunuch novel! If you like gender tropes reversals, this one is for you. Heroine is a tough martial artist, hero is a smart as hell and powerful eunuch. A real eunuch. Heroine finds out she owes him her life and decides to protect him. This is a total delight and an awesome love story between two really scarred people. And yes, there is sex - heroine literally reads manuals on pegging :P

Return of the Swallow - so freaking long! But really good. Heroine is neither transmigrator nor reincarnator, just a smart period woman. She is a lost family daughter taken back in. Her father is a minister in a dying empire (father-daughter relationship is one of the best things in this novel), her OTP is enemy general, and the smartness and the awesomeness of this all knows no bounds.

Seven Unfortunate Lifetimes - probably the wackiest JLFX novel I read, this is quite different from Love You Seven Times drama that was adapted from it. Our deity protagonists go through a bunch of lives figuring out they fancy each other. It's light like a souffle but just as delicious.

To Be a Virtuous Wife - some people prefer 8 treasures trousseau but I never warmed up to that one. This one is so good, with smart people (who actually enjoy sex, a ratity) and a perfect mix of plot and romance.

Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator - my very first web novel. A lot lighter than a lot of the ones on this list but a total delight. Heroine transmigrates into a novel as the heroine; she has no interest in drama or chasing true love, she just wants to live a nice life with her nice husband. Too bad for her, her husband has reincarnated into his younger self and remembers how she betrayed him, so is not interested. This one is funny and light and romance doesn’t start till late on but a total delight!

Wishing You Eternal Happiness - this is tied with Dreamer as my favorite het web novel ever though it couldn’t be more different from Dreamer, with its hard-edged and hard-souled protagonists ruthlessly cleaving their way to the world and, eventually, each other, its smart cynical air. Except in one thing - the world of Wishing is just as bloody and dark. Its two protagonists are gentle, deeply wounded souls who may find salvation in each other but even something as basic as safety almost seems out of reach.

Jliafu, our heroine, is neither a modern-day transmigrator, nor some exotic princess or demoness. She is very much a period woman of her time, from a weathy merchant clan, whose beauty is her curse. You can tell the novel’s tone from that utterly bleak opening chapter where she, a favorite concubine of a capricious dying emperor, is ordered to be buried alive with him and is not even given the “grace” of white silk but slowly suffocates in the coffin, scrabbling at the lid. There is no grand threats of vengeance on her part, not dramatic opera events. Just despair and death. The whole introductory chapter is haunted by emotional ghosts - the empress’ unrequited love for the monster on the imperial bed (turning into desire for Jiafu’s suffering after he dies), the emperor slowly dying in his prime after waging too many wars, and his fear of being haunted by Pei Youan, a brilliant if sickly minister who died of illness long ago on one of imperial campaigns. There is no triumph for anyone, only loss.

When she wakes up as still a young woman, all she wants is to escape the same fate. There are no plans for power or revenge, only a desire for survival. And so she latches on asking for help from Pei Youan, the only man in her past go-around who showed any consideration and desire and ability to protect her, though he barely knew her. Pei Youan is probably my favorite het web novel ML. Despite his brains and ability, he drifts through life. In modern terms, he clearly has depression. One of the biggest, best joys of the novel is watching these two very good, very quiet, very wounded people discover happiness and love with each other. I sort of want to cry just thinking about it, tbh.

The Yandere Came During the Night - a bit of fluff that’s oddly delightful. Heroine is reborn as a (fake) sister of ML, she hurts her legs saving him and the “siblings” form a bond that ends up in fakecest delight. They are both smart and efficient and he becomes a sexy marquis etc.

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lunademarfil · 4 years

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20th Anniversary [20 Questions] Digimon Adventure.

FEB 14TH: FAVORITE SHIP/OTP

SORATO OF COURSE!

I mean they are my favorite characters and I ship then since I was in elementary school.

I liked the couple back in adventure, honestly I liked Taichi more at the very beginning and then when Yamato started to have a character development and I started to like him better.

I even used to think they were good for each other because "love" "friendship", it used to be like ok I ship them cause they are my favorites but at the end of the 8th chosen child arc I was like wow they do make sense together, I saw them interacting a lot, Sora even tried to save Yamato's life with a stick xD when he almost got chocked by this reaper looking digimon.

I also recall 3 scenes in particular besides the Hikari arc: when Sora is consumed by darkness and yamato helps her (with joe of course, I kind of like that ship too specially on adventure); when Yamato leaves the group and Sora tells him she is sure that he is gonna be ok (she supports him!) And my favorite one when Sora tries to run away from the group and Taichi and Yamato stop her, she explains why she doesn't want to come back, Taichi tease her a little and Yamato says: stop making fun! And then she starts crying, Taichi says what should we do? And Yamato answers: if she want's to cry let her be. That is when I realized how similar they were, both of them are more mature than the rest, they understand and respect each other, not like Taichi, but I don't blame him, he was a kid anyway; I absolutely love how TK kind of tells that he considers Sora like part of his family, she is the one that takes care of TK most of the time and probably he thought of her as a big sister. (Awww)

About 02 theres a lot os Sorato scenes, they are kind of superficial ones but I understand it, it is about the new kids, they are more like secondary characters. This will sound silly (I was still a girl!) When Jun says to Daivis she saw Yamato with other girl and I was like... could it be?! I think I jumped from my chair when I saw that girl was Sora xD I love when Taichi gives her his blessing xD about her being with Yamato, I grew up with the Mexican version witch is like 99% accurate to the japanese one so in that version and the original he says give him the cake Sora, I could be talking a lot honestly but I don't want to just keep repeating the same, so moving on to Tri.

Tri seriously dissapointed me, kind of, but I understand that the ship wars are intense about Taiorato, so I was pleased to see them together, even both running from the same place (maybe teasing that they were on a date?) When he touched her shoulder to make her feel better when she was afraid and having doubts. I obviously loved "Loss" they teased us about them too and I have to admit I love Taiorato, I love those 3 being bffs so I enjoyed it.

I really hope that Kizuna shows more Sorato (I seriously doubt it) but as long as the epilogue is cannon its fine. I have the feeling Im gonna hate the reboot, because Im pretty sure 2 things may happend, they will make Taichi and Sora canon OR no shipping at all, and honestly Digimon adventure is perfect the way it is, I believe is very well written and I love all the main kids, I love their character development, every single one of them grew up being a better self, it is an anime that I will treasure forever and Im gonna watch it with my kids if I have any, it is my favorite anime so far and probably it will be forever : )

I am dissapointed about myself because this Sorato post was superficial and I didnt go deep into the ship, I didnt give an analysis of any sort but I wanted to keep it "simple" (yeah I told myself, karla, make a short post, well that didn't happend!) So yeah, here is a picture of my small Sorato tribute that is part of my Digimon Adventure collection.

Thanks for reading!

#kizunacountdown #digimon #digimon tri #digimon adventure last evolution kizuna #digimon adventure #sora #sora takenouchi #yamato ishida #yamato #matt #valentines #lovethemsomuch

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prossima-nebulosa · 7 years

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Hi again! Same post, but with Sanji as character :D (didn't see there were other asks possible other than fandomsin it xD)

Sure! Thank you again

lool okay now Sanji is the real deal here lol It’s basically a secondary charcter for me lol

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character: I REALLY like him. I loved his arc so much and he was one of those who took a bit to warm up to Luffy but when he did he got so adorable ashjdakgsha

All the people I ship romantically with this character: ???? Like this cutie belongs to Luffy. Also Zoro. I ship Zosan but it’s not my main.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: LUFFY! AND USOPP! I mean the trio Luffy/Usopp/Sanji during Skypiea arc was so fun I loved it!

My unpopular opinion about this character: People are going crazy over him cause of this new arc and I sincerely am avoiding to get in the mess because I believe Sanji was very nice even without all this mayhem

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I don’t know actually, but I believe this thing about Germa 66 was pretty much pointless, but very smooth as well.

my het ship: Nami/Sanji maybe?

my fem/slash ship: LuSan or Zosan

my OTP: Sanji/Nose-bleeding

my OT3: Sanji/Nami/nose-bleeding

my cross over ship: ????????????? NO IDEA

my kink: Once I read this cute dj with Luf and Sanji and they talked about Sanji’s hands so yeah that’s my kink.

a head cannon fact: Sanji, much like the all crew, cares deeply about his captain and even though he treats him like an idiot he respecta him nonetheless. Oh wait. That’s canon af lol. Also I’m pretty sure Sanji would wake up in the middle of the night only to cook stuff for the crew if they asked him nicely (at least for the girls).

my gender bend: Okama Sanji during is stay in Kamabakka.

#asks #Sanji is such a cute character #i'm sorry i have no idea qhat to say about him #because i'm only into luffy 24/7 #still sanji is too adorable!!#omelettedufromage-24601

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capsensislagamoprh · 2 months

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Head cannon nonsence:

Shit two dork assed teenagers did at the onsen because they are idiots who respect there elders/ actually like Yuuri's parents.

Cleaned the gutters: Otabek cleaned them, Yuri mostly took the bags of stuff to where they needed to go.

Fell asleep on the roof: Victor was getting to Yuri. Otabek wanted to read in peace. He went to the roof. Yuri followed. Sleep happened.

Almost fell off the roof: See previous entry and know that Yuri almost rolled off. Fortunately, Otabek has great reflexes to make up for his lesser dexterity.

Cleaned out the storage room: Everyone else kept getting caught up in sentimental memories. Yuri was for burning it all, so Otabek actually did the sorting. This was great fun. Turns out Yuuri has a lot of old clothes he saved, and they found his poster collection. Victor is delighted.

Change light bulbs: Yuri standing on Otabek's shoulders makes them about teen feet tall-ish. Mari walked along with them. Yuri pulled out old ones, handed it to Otabek, who handed it to Mari. Mari handed Otabek a new light bulb, who handed it to Yuri, who put it in and closed the fixture where ever needed. Otabek's shoulders hurt after the whole onsen was done but wont say a word. Just rolls them a few times.

Dust the high places: Same dynamic as above, only with a feather duster and cloth. Otabek's shoulders need a break, but it's good stamina and weight lifting training.

Clean and polish the Katsuki's car: This was mostly to impress on Yuri how much time vehicle maintenance takes, but they gave the boy a hose and someone to turn it on, and if that someone happens to be very hot dripping wet and about to get vengeance, well that's just a bonus. You know once water gets involved, Victor and Yuuri get in there too because fun times will be had by all.

Accidentally on purpose teach a bunch of seagulls how to terrorize rude tourists for french fries: Look, Otabek is deviously patient, and once Yuri finds that out he will find a way to turn those traits to evil. Like asking Otabek how to get vengeance on someone who was rude to Mrs. Katsuki. Yuri wont stand for it. French fry lured seagulls, Otabek says with a straight face, because of course he does. What's that? Well, you lure seagulls one french fry at a time to the aria where rude tourists usually gather so they are haggard by said avian for food, thus giving them a shuddering terror of the birds every time they have a meal outside. Parking lots near coastal towns will never be the same.

Get told not to lure seagulls with french fries: they are amassing an army and it's starting to scare people.

Climb a lamp post: This is mostly a dare. Until Yuri can't get down. Otabek helps him, but they never speak of how long it took for Yuri to get back to ground level again because he was afraid to let go of the pole until he knew Otabek would catch him. It becomes an inside joke. May or may not be why the Russian skate team keeps trying to get Otabek to catch them. (Only Yuri is allowed this privileged.)

Discover Otabek is an absolute heater when he's asleep: Storms knock power out. Generator needed for fridge and such. It gets cold. Only room with heat? Yuri and Otabek's. Why? Because Otabek fell asleep hours ago, and radiates that pleasant sleepy warm like he was a small fusion star. Woke up wondering why he is surrounded by people laying on him, and questioning if he's allowed to move to go do morning things. Manages to find a way. Thirty minutes latter everyone else wakes up because all that heat dissipated quickly. It's okay. Powers back on a few hours latter.

Figure out exactly how many M&Ms Yuri can fit in his mouth: 37. He drools after that.

Discover Otabek's reading glasses actually make him hotter and that's an absolute fucking sin: look, he's just trying to do his homework, okay? Collage credits don't amass themselves.

Find out Otabek is a math dork: He and Yuri are watching ice skating play backs with Mari. Otabek is writing out equations absently mindedly as they do. When asked: it's the equations of the skaters jumps and spins. He's working out how to improve them per individual skater. For funzies. Yuri is both impressed and disgusted. No one should like math this much. And if they do, they shouldn't help the enemy. Otabek tells Yuri how to get higher on his quad and suddenly this is the best thing ever. Victor hears. Yuuri is impressed. Otabek winds up on the roof again, trying to escape. No, he is not going to school for maths.

Discover Yuri is actually a pretty good cook. Once he gets over the disgust of spots on vegetables, and figures out how to use a knife (thanks for that Mr. Katsuki, JJ is DOOMED), he's very methodical (perfectionist) so while it takes him longer, it turns out right most times.

Scare the living shit out of people: It's the three am five miles out, five miles back jog Otabek dose every day he can. Yuuri finds out and joins him. Makes breakfast taste better, they say. Yuri thinks they are nuts. Not for the running. For three am.

I got more, but honestly, I have so So SO much for these ice babies.

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capsensislagamoprh · 1 month

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Look, I can't be the only one who want's to draw Yuri in high fashion because you know that boy can MODEL ANYTHING.

(Yes I want to draw the others in fashion too, but Yuri got the LOOK.)

#YoI #!!!#Yuri on Ice #yuri plisetsky #modeling #dude he would rock it all #Secondary Cannon OTP #Primary Cannon #cannon compliant ship #victuuri #victor nikiforov #victor x yuuri #yuri katsuki #otabek altin #otabek x yurio #fashion AU?#or just stylish AF?

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capsensislagamoprh · 1 month

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Look, when you meet me, and you will, you will receive my Victor as a default. If you get anywhere near my Yuuri, you will get my Yuri in full force. But, oh dear passenger, so help your soul if you ever face off with my Otabek. This is the Star Ship Find Out. I am your captain, Spicy Rabbit. Let's see what adventures await us today.

#yuri on ice #otayuri #yuri plisetsky #otabek altin #victor nikiforov #victor x yuuri #yuuri katsuki #yuri katsuki #victuuri #katsuki yuuri #cannon compliant ship #primary cannon #secondary cannon OTP #WE SAIL THIS SHIP TO THE MOTHER FUCKING STARS!#ALL ABOARD!#!!!

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capsensislagamoprh · 1 month

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Being the calm, cool, and collected ten-year-old that Yuuri was, he pretty much knew he had life figured out. He didn’t realize it then, but he was experiencing awe for the first time. The experience of admiration and elevation in response to physical beauty, displays of exceptional ability, or deep emotional expression being put out for the world to see sirening a song into his very being. The awe-inspiring stimulus could only be experienced as vast and difficult to comprehend for his young mind. It challenged his worldview. His limited sense of island and onsen and town, surpassing the scope of his current frame of reference. Suddenly the world was large and round and waiting.

The realization started in the distance with the sound of an oboe, it's low mournful sound calling the start to an event. It drew in the dark eyes. Ten years on this earth. Five years learning, really learning how to glide and turn, twizzle and slide. Jumps were new, and while he wasn't so bad at it, he admitted he was still learning. And thrugh it all, he'd merely done it for fun. It was a joy, just a thing that could easily become a passing phase. Then he saw Victor Nikiforov make the ice his home. The ease, the grace, the way he seemed to tell stories - older than cold itself - called to him. He turned towards his family and smiled, pointing at the television. "I'm going to skate like him!"

"You'll have to practice hard to get to that level," Mari said, staring at the screen. "Gonna be a lot of work."

"I can do it! I'm going to skate on the same ice one day."

Mari grunted, smiling when Yuuri couldn't see. "Right. Well, if you want to do that, we'll have to figure out some things."

"But I can do it right?"

"I dunno. Can you?"

Light illuminated the the determination in Yuuri's awed smile. "I can do anything! I'm gonna do it! Watch me!"

~~~

He lay on the cheep cotton sheets, his silken hair spread like a fan behind him, damp from the shower, smelling of cold and hotel soap. He'd feasted. He'd dined. He'd savored every crumb. Flowers adorned the thin dresser, lay tossed about the bed, tangled in heaps on the table. These were a mere tokens of the crowed gratitude. Tomorrow was the free skate. Tomorrow he would gorge.

As the drops of water glistening against his winter flesh crackled and steamed, evaporating into mist, Victor smiled to himself. Something was fabulous about this new feeling. Something distant and full of wonder. Perhaps his connection to the Dream was growing, becoming more stable now that he wasn't starving.

He heard what the announcers said. He listened to the cries of shock and delight. He felt the pull of there gasps, sucking life out of the room, afraid to let air back in lest it be their last breath. He'd landed a set of daring combos, wanting - no. Needing to make himself known. The shadows in the ice could echo a summers warmth all they wanted. The shred of snow from its surface could succumb to the heat of artificial lights when ever it wanted. They would not move him from his goal. He'd come here for a reason. He was going to find Yuri. Then he would return to the Dream, where precious things were safe from mundane reality.

His eyes closed, cerulean orbs ready to reflect the day in memory. Breath came in long steady pulls. His skin tingled. He lay limp, a smile tugging his lips.

From the mirror hung uselessly on the wall, far from any purposeful placement, a flicker of something darker remained. It watched, waited, and when the Ice King was well and truly in somnic dreams, it flicked with a quiet presence into dark being, watching. Waiting. When no reaction came, the thin comforter pulled itself over the sleeping teen before shimmering thrugh the shadows into a near by chamber.

~~~

"Tell me," Christophe said to the reflection of a very powerful being, "how is the plan proceeding?"

"If any harm comes to Yuri..."

"That's the mortal world, I'm afraid." Before the threat of manifestation became corporal, the spring fey held up a gentle hand. "You have to trust." The lack of response didn't change the weight in the air. It threatened to suffocate Christophe with a sulfuric caress. Gulping, he reached quickly for the dross he kept in the shape of breath mints, popping open the red and white tin. The stench of peppermint threatened to overwhelm. Despite knowing it would hurt, he crunched three quickly.

"He's here! I know he is! We'll complete him, and then he wont be so reckless. That's what you wanted isn't it? For Victor to stop putting lives at risk because he couldn't figure out what was missing?" For a precious moment he thought the shadow wouldn't listen, was to upset. Then the pressure lifted, leaving the smell of spice and warm autumn breezes. Gasping, Christophe swallowed hard. Clamoring to stand, he looked around. The shadows were merely shadows, the mirrors showing nothing more than they should. When he turned to sink into his bed, he cried out in alarm. He'd sat on a dried leaf, it's crinkling decay crunched under his weight.

He was lucky, he knew, to only receive a warning. The Hero didn't do half measures, no unseelie did. They really needed to find Yuri. And Victor's other half. He didn't know they could survive what would happen if they didn't.

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The darkness that enveloped him was profound. It slunk a cape of shadows from shoulders to floor. Trendels drew form from from pools of age graced hidden places, spidering into a tapestry of decay, flickering thrugh the places where the unseen were in abundance. His eyes closed, searching, feeling, until he found what he was looking for.

That fool child had taken his crown. That idiot feyling had cried to the darkness, had drawn the sword, had stabbed him in the eye and ripped the life out of his chest. That stupid, selfless being! He'd planted it! With care! With affection! It. Had. Grown!

He'd spent eons consuming that power. He'd caged it just so, tended to it just enough for it to produce ever lasting heat. For it to give the spark of magic, true, ¡TRUE! magic. The fire of the universe was in that spark! A delicate bird of a thing, ever changing, ever beatific, ever full of grace and grander things! And the Hero ripped it from his chest.

He'd stolen his spark and all that came with it. The idiot didn't even wield his power, didn't covet the crown, didn't do the darkest of deed. The moron was *noble*. The darkness spat into the void. Noble. He'd once been noble. Been regal. Been feared. He ruled the endless maws of death, the frozen lands of sleep; endless expanses of entropy were at his every whim - no need to command. They wanted to please him.

And he had captured Life in his Maws! Swallowed it whole, felt it reside in his chest breathing gasping breaths. It suffered. All life suffered. Never had the darkness known such a feast!

And who sent the hero? HUMANS! Humans had cried to the sun, and the sun cried to the moon, and the moon called the tides, the tides sent the waves, the waves touched the shores, the land felt the pull to expand with out taking away, and the humans wanted to explore the new land. Of course they did. And when they did, they ran into oblivion - traps, predator, prey, even the plants themselves threatened there pitiful bodies. They found death at every turn. They cried into the darkness, mourning there foolishness and refusing to give it away. They wanted someone to tell them what to do. The darkness was ready to step in, to feed on that fear and decay, to be their savior, welcomed and wanted. A terrifying god to these foolish mortal fledglings.

And then. And Then! A mother protected her child. A father laid his life down for his kin. Neighbors called caution and saved others from poisons. As terrible as these had been, they then began - the darkness had to stop from gagging, so vile were the thoughts - they began to care for the weak. Not just children to keep the species going. The old. The infirm. Those born 'wrong' some how survived with the touch of impassioned admiration and a fierce force of will to keep going that was not their own. They began to accept differences, and dance at the same fire. They. Formed. Tribes. Community. They made themselves targets for his deepest rage, and rage he did.

He sent his most vile warriors. He dug them from the dankest caves, from the deepest depths, from the very night sky. And every time someone stood in the way. They wanted to survive. They wanted to be cared for. They wanted to know they were safe. As they did when children. They began to sing and speak and call. They drew and made symbols. They created a powerful being who could defeat any danger, who could save them from harm, and if they did not it was not from lack of trying, it was because they were meant to learn from it. But if they knew the power of dreams, the Darkness did not know, not until one stood tall, speaking his tale of bravery and sorrow, of adventure and greed. Telling how a tribe member faced a parlous event, and though it cost them their life, it was a fair price to pay for the many this one act of bravery saved.

The tribe cried, and sang praise. They enamored and cheer. Children stood tall, looking to the shadows where the woods lay deep and foreboding. They did not face it with fear. They now had someone to look up to. They had someone they could emulate. Someone who saved them all by standing tall against the odds, knowing the risks and taking them.

They each saw a different image. They cried out how they knew this hero, and they must be this way, but of course they were! And they must have this and that, and never should they stray! When the darkness came for them, they would scream from their souls, feel the blood rush with quivering instinct, until they too faced down fear with action. They Dreamed a True Dream. And from it they. Created. Heroes. Abysmal, horrid things!

As always happened, when things were dreamed to big, the Dream made them manifest. It was the sum of all the dreams, sifted and averaged, and given the most powerful beginning. The darkness thought this would be no challenge to him. After all, despite all this, the Hero had done nothing. It merely stood on the cusp of life and death, watching. It wasn't until Life was trapped, consumed, caged in his chest that the Hero went missing. The darkness had laughed. Heroes were dreams of mortal things. What chance did it stand with out Life to guide it?

And then he'd appeared, vorpal sword summoned from places it shouldn't have been, armor called from nothing, a cloak of night caressing his crest of shimmering, iridescent glow. His body was small, as were all dream-things to the Darkness. He sent his minions, not bothering to consider this pathetic display as anything but weak.

Dark fey, curses, nightmares laid an attack. Horrors unknown to mortal man bubbled up from there hidden, unspoken thinking. That stuff they would never admit, there fear of death, of living less became arrows to fell the Hero as he stood still, waiting.

All struck true. And he did not fall.

He.

Did.

Not.

Fall!

The Darkness called upon his queens and kings, called upon his knights and knaves. He sent his shadows and assassins, his plagues, fires, and decay. None of it moved the Hero. He stood there with the audacity to *watch* the army coming his way. It converged, freezing him in place, rot trying to take hold of his protective shell. It blinded him, removed sound, it ripped at his soul with what things create eternal scaring.

He.

Did. Not.

Move.

They army fell back at Darkness's smirking command. The Hero stood there, cloaked in night, gold glittering in his veins, blood spilling in liquid delight. And then he disappeared.

When the Darkness recalled what happened next he threw everything in his path into its most basic shape, unmaking until nothing in his reach remained, and yet there it fell, shattered, dented, and still blastedly whole. For the Hero had infused the vorpal blade with every dark deed, every cruel thought, every undying exchange of mortality, every eternal last breath the Darkness had thrust into his court without so much as an expression on his lips, eyes burning with a fire the Darkness had swallowed long ago.

He struck true.

And the Darkness fell.

All his beings were released, his mantle, his crown, his power flicker-flashing into the Hero as if it were his birth right. It was infuriating. He didn't even command them to bow! He'd just ... cared. How vile! But he'd been so invested in Life's new form, in the glory of Beltane, that he'd not been watching when the Darkness slipped his remains away. He knew all he had to do was gather power and wait. Sooner or later some hapless fey would give him the opportunity to take that fool of a Hero down, and when he got it, he would strike just as deadly, just as true. He would regain his crown.

When he felt the tingle of the gates opening, the threads pulled and tossed aside, the Darkness watched. Listened. So Victor was going into the mortal realm. And the Hero was lost to it. But so was Beltane. Well, with out the Hero to silently alter his machinations, the Darkness could use its limited pull to destroy those about them until they fell completely under his sway. And then! And then he would use their own companions to kill them.

When the Darkness smiled, the mortal world felt it as a volcano erupted.

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Aside from a small hiccup of the wind deciding no one's hair would go unruffled, gail forces trying bodily to check the weights used to hold down the chairs, and the triplets having to be kept from the cake via one spectacular flying tackle by their father, most of the wedding went well.

Victor was indeed confused when presented with the change in his groomsman, but seeing Christophe standing there, trying to shove on a priest's collar made from strips of score paper made him laugh so much he quickly regained his humor. Yuuri walked down with the same bafflement as Victor. His brown eyes darted from Christophe at the center back of the platform, taping his makeshift clerical marker in place, to Yuri who was trying to seem like nothing was at all out of place by looking staunchly forward, cheeks bright pink. Yuuri quickly forgot all about outside things when Victor took his arm, walking him up the short dias, hands careful, touching gently as if he were made of silk. That didn’t stop him from cheekily slipping his long fingers up Yuuri’s cuffs to tantalize his wrists. After that, all their attention was for each other, and those gathered for them.

When it was done, to a chromatic display of bubbles and flower petals, Yuuri and Victor got in the classic car with its balloons and ribbons trailing off the end, driving off, allowing the core group of planners and helpers to break down the wedding aria, pop up a few quick pavilions, and set up the reception. Yuri stood at the road edge, watching for them to return. It was two hours before they rolled around the bend causing the blond to race towards the crowd, waving his hands in warning.

Otabek turned his eyes towards the drive, timed it, and pushed play. A slow well of welcoming fanfare began to rise, encouraging the couple to come to the event they had no chance of escaping. At this point Phichit would probably unleash a horde of hamsters to tie them up and drag them to the reception in true good-guy-pushed-to-far style. Otabek heard JJ's voice cry out 'Hamster Style' in his head and suppressed a chuckle.

As everyone was greeted and fed, watered and mingled, Otabek stayed with the equipment, adjusting volume to a bare whisper and watching the mood of the crowd, changing, skipping, and rearranging tracks as needed to keep the party upbeat as requested. During the speeches he got a solid forty minutes to eat, take care of things that couldn't wait, and queue up the song for the couples dance. Watching Victor lead Yuuri about the floor was one of those moments you never quite forgot. The dips and spins were graceful, the lift simple, and the smiles full of joy, love, and wonder. All in all it was the stuff of home movies. Silently, he was glad his phone was in the onsen. He wasn't much for SMS, but Yuri insisted, meaning the video snips and photos from the wedding that would flood the internet, 'breaking it' as Yuri would say, would cause a barrage of dings and vibrations that would wreak havoc with his attention.

The cake cutting was only complicated by the triplets trying to hoard slices at a far table for what could only be considered nefarious reasons. Whatever they were, it was bound to end in sleep deprived parents dealing with massive sugar crashes and a case of bribery. Tables were cleared, the floor opened, and the music gently swelled. No busted eardrums here. It didn't take long for drinking to loosen steps, attitudes, and several belts. Otabek saw it all from the turn tables, though there were a few things he would rather have missed. Mila tried to get him to play something not on his list, threatening to kiss him and stuff thousand Yen notes down his shirt if he did, was something he could have done without. Fortunately Georgi got to her before Yuri did. He did not know how much wine she'd drank, but felt secure that if Mari switched her to water, it was a significant amount.

Yuri paced the setup for a few, seemingly to make sure no one tried to crowd the rig again. ‘He worked hard on that,’ he heard the blond grouse. Eventually he caught the triplets trying to sneak the cake topper, cheese cubes, and what looked like an entire tray of some meat dish towards the shore for who knew what reason, snatching up balloons as they ran. Yuri chased them for a while, giving up when they threatened to climb into the honeymoon car with sticky hands. They had to deal with Yuko at that point, and while Otabek could see them being dragged off by their parents, he couldn't quite make out anything but flailing limbs. Yuri got the topper back to Christophe who stuck it back in place before the couple noticed.

And then people began to float away, heading back to B&Bs, slipping off to do their own thing, well wishes and cheerful blessings being rained down in glowing waves of happiness. Otabek began to fade out the music from the dance floor, dropping the beat based songs, letting them fade into romantic sets that calmed the racing blood. Some were not ready to go. This happened every time, club or not. Seeing Phichit send off the happy couple by driving them himself, neither Victor nor Yuuri being sober enough to manage the front set, Otabek caught Christophe's eye. Without a word, he slid forward a zip drive. Three hours of 'at the club' mixes waited for the after party. The man's cheeky smile and sauntering walk meant in less than thirty he'd have that stripper pole out, set, and ready for a late night of conveniently selected memory gaps. The onsen was going to get a reputation.

An hour later, Otabek was done. Everyone had either gone or were inside the main room of the onsen, drinking, playing with the pole, or doing other things. It meant he could rest. Stepping down, he began to systematically take apart the rig, boxing it up in protective casing. Most of the party things would be taken down tomorrow, he knew, but the DJ kit was far too precious to leave to chance. He was half way into cord winding when a pale hand disconnected a plug from the extension. Yuri sniffed, his 'pretend I am tough' pout in place. "Thanks," Otabek said quietly.

"S'nufin." The mutter was quiet, unusually so.

"What's wrong?"

Yuri shrugged as he unplugged another cord, winding its length. "N'ufin. I'm fine. It's stupid."

Zipping the tie, Otabek put the cord in its box, then turned his whole body towards the blond.

"Nothing?"

"Nothing." Otabek waited. Yuri began to scowl. Otabek waited. Yuri began to growl. Otabek waited. Yuri dropped the cord, swinging himself about to face his best friend. "Why are you staring, ass?"

"Wrong angle. Why are you upset?"

Yuri blinked, then shook his head. "Nothing. It's stupid. Doesn't matter."

"It's enough for you to make that face."

"I'm not making a face!" But he could feel it, the frown. It was pulling at his temples, tensing his neck. When he saw that steady gaze, head tilt thing Beka did, Yuri growled. "Fine! I'm making that face!" Huffing, hands thrown wide, he stomped as hard as he could and was rewarded with a satisfying thump. "You were busy all day. I didn't get to hang out with you. I'm upset, okay?"

"I was asked to run the music. You know this."

"Yeah, well... I had to spend the night watching Mila try to make out with three different guys, not including her trying to feel you up,” he growled, “none of which she brought with her. Georgi bemoaned his love life on my shoulder for half an hour, going on about seizing chances or whatever, before I got saved from him. Everyone had a great time, but you were working. Doesn't seem fair."

"I didn't have to deal with the triplets."

"You also didn't have to deal with the slobber monsters trying to kiss your cheeks and calling you son all night long. I swear I was about to turn this into a funeral."

"I saw Madame Baranovskaya extract you from them after a minute."

"Still, it was gross."

"Ah. And what else happened to get you riled up?"

"I am not riled up! I am a justifiable inferno of incandescent rage!"

"Incandescent? That's a new level."

"I know, right! I'm incandescent!"

Otabek smiled. Incandescent. He wouldn't use it the same way Yuri did, but it wasn't wrong. "I don't think I can make you less candescent. What can I do to sooth your totally justifiable rage?"

Yuri snorted, delighted to have his rage acknowledged as valid. All his moods were valid, and the sooner everyone realized it, the less likely he'd be in jail for murder before he won the Olympics. "Dance with me. Everyone else got to. You didn't. And I know you won't if I don't make you. Pitchit said it was a wedding rule. Everyone has to dance. So, now it's your turn."

"Yuri..."

"Yeah, yeah. You don't dance," Yuri sighed, turning away. Otabek watched him as he reached for another cord. Then he smiled just a little more than his mouth was used to. Pushing his lips into a stoic expression, looked over the landscape to assure himself everyone was inside the onsen before pressing a button on his lap top. Adjusting the volume down, he grabbed Yuri's wrist, leading him to the abandoned dance floor.

"What the hell, Beka!" Yuri's protest was cut short as his best friend pulled him into the standard start position for any ballroom dance.

"You asked."

Yuri blinked, and then he grinned. "Okay, Beka... show me what you got."

"You sure?" Yuri rolled his eyes so hard he felt the strain. Otabek shrugged as the music began, yanking Yuri into a spin and slid him along the floor in a twirl that left the blond dizzy. Trying to recover, Yuri's eyes twinkled as he grinned at the challenge. "Keep up," was all the warning his ballet-doing ass got.

Yanked in close, Yuri felt his feet being activated as his hips were swayed, guided by the warm hand pressed to the small of his back. His torso a mere inch away from the heat of the man before him, synchronized movements with a steady to and from, he felt like he was graduating from the high school slow dance to something more. They moved in agonizingly precise steps as Otabek took his technical perfection from the ice to the dance floor, leaving Yuri floundering. He'd not learned this kind of dance, and didn't know how to follow. It didn't matter. Otabek managed to adjust every misstep to make up for Yuri's lack of skill. No matter how the blond struggled, Otabek adjusted, curved it into something smooth. He added a twist or a turn to correct, spinning, sliding Yuri along the floor, his leg slipping under Yuri's to silently perfect and change while leaving the whole thing far more graceful than Yuri had ever seen him before. All the while he never broke eye contact.

Just as he was getting used to the variations Otabek changed it up again, smoothly slipping his grip to the left, his turns counter point as he dropped Yuri into a dip so low the blond could feel his back bend more than when he did the Bellmann. The world was upside down, warm breath pulsing through his torso as he twisted into a spin out, pulled roughly back in by the never breaking clasp of hands. Each of his steps were drawn out, pulled into a long stride as the unheard tempo changed, his shoulders kept firmly parallel with the floor. Even as Yuri was twisted about to slide along Otabek's well muscled back, slipped into a half drop and left to linger as the dark eyes caught his again, he felt the power of the movements, the steadiness of the hands holding him. Otabek's leg sliding under Yuri's, forcing them straight as he used his own strength to turn the blond in a perfectly synced full circle, their lifted arms twisted, snaking together while the other strong limb circled his waist with ease.

Suddenly Yuri felt it, the unspoken communication between two people speaking with their bodies. Otabek provided a strong frame and Yuri followed, matching his body weight and balance, twisting about his dark counterpart with all his well trained grace, every new element becoming a second calling as Otabek adjusted, unjudging and unrepentant in his resolve. Pulled into a quick step, bodies turning in different directions, Yuri found himself slowly stepping into slides, unable to stop his foot from automatically pointing as he was guided to move from one side into two quick steps back and forward. The unique rhythm was easy to catch, which should have warned him. The undemanding, evocative movements began to travel up his spine, shaking his muscles as it rose, fell, stretched and swept across the dance floor. It felt romantic, assuredly passionate, and yet Otabek made it fun.

Then something broke. He began to be pulled along, letting his feet drag as one arm wrapped about Otabek's neck. The older man pulled Yuri's languid form along the floor as he pressed into the heat, eyes smoldering. A sudden twist and yank caused Yuri to whip left and right before his leg bent upward as Otabek spun him again, circling him as he pirouetted, stopping him by stepping into it, leaving Yuri's leg wrapped about his waist, back pressed firmly to chest. The slide of a powerful leg sent them slowly toward the floor, steadied by the bend of an opposing knee. And yet Yuri couldn't break eye contact. No one was there to see this secret dance between the two young people, to see the intuition that guided them, strengthening a deeper connection. Yuri could feel it in his pulse, the way it seemed to shudder and gasp causing his breath to hitch, cheeks to flush - not the steps and strain of his feet. He didn't know the song Otabek had played, the sound classically modern, distinctive and new, but when it ended, he strained until he could imagine the stanzas, the refrain continuing. In his head the symphonic and metallic, sharply contemporary and refined. A brilliant edge of electric frisson coursed through Yuri as he felt himself give way to a greater pull. Lifted back onto his feet, he turned, grabbed Otabek's waist and pulled him backwards, using the steps he'd picked up on to lead a turn of his own. Just as he thought he had control, Otabek spun with a twist that pulled Yuri into a press against his heated form, then dropped him along his arm before flipping him up into the air. Turning his own body into a spin as he caught him, Otabek added torque to the motion until it slowed to a heart stopping dip, their noses almost touching, breaths mingling in panted heat.

Then Yuri was standing in the center of the floor, and Otabek was by the rig, winding up cords. The clicking of the kit’s case told him Beka was getting ready to haul it inside. A sound like a startled walrus left Yuri as he charged Otabek, latching onto his back with all his might. Otabek looked over his shoulder at the blond, a hand resting on one exposed ankle as Yuri's legs threatened to break ribs, arms close to choking him out with how tight Yuri was holding on.

"Oh My Gawd, Beka! How long have you been able to do that?!"

"Yuri..." Otabek dropped to a half crouch and bounced up, resetting the blond so he could breathe properly.

"How long!" Yuri persisted, shaking himself back and forth, heedless of the dangers of toppling.

"I had to do something other than ballet. I did ballroom instead."

"What other skills have you been hiding?! Tell me!"

"I should tell you everything I keep up my sleeve? How will I remain competitive?"

Yuri pouted, pulling himself forward to glare. "You should tell me everything."

"You want all my secrets?"

"Yes! Tell me how to do that! How do I do that on ice? If you did that on ice you'd smash stupid JJ's face!"

"Those are double moves, Yuri. They are not single dances."

Yuri seemed to consider, giving Otabek enough time to bend, catching the handle of the kit case. Standing again, Yuri refusing to be dislodged by mere gravity, he grudgingly conceded as he adjusted his grip. "Okay, but can any of it be translated to ice?"

"I do that all the time."

"You have to show me! I need to kick JJs ass! You need to kick JJs ass! How do you have all that and JJ keeps existing!"

Otabek allowed himself a small smile before the light of the onsen showed him people clearly. His face became a mask of calm, voice lowered to keep attention away from the pair. He did not want to be 'driven' to take Yuri to another dance contest. With the strip pole. Turning sharply to the side of the building, Otabek made for the side entrance. "One day he won't be on the ice to compete with you any more. You may miss him then."

"Never!" came Yuri's scandalized reply.

While he walked, pace slowed by the weight of the case and balancing the slowly slumping body of Yuri as he began to fall asleep, Otabek felt steady breaths along the cord of his neck. The warmth of being close, the excitement and stress of the day, and exuberant dance took its toll on the blond’s small frame. When Otabek finally made it to their room, setting the kit down, he nudged Yuri. "Bed?"

"Mumm нет! Not yet."

As Yuri adjusted his grip, Otabek reached for a book and his reading glasses, then made his way outside. By the time he was in a spot close enough to hear the music, yet far enough to let Yuri fall further into sleep, he felt the night settle into his skin. Sitting in the sand, he looked over his shoulder. Yuri's viridian eyes were barely opened. A small smile bent his lips. "I had fun," he whispered into Otabek's neck. "But don't tell them. They'll gloat about it," he sighed.

"I won't."

"Promise?"

"Anything for you, Yuri."

"Good." Yuri's arms went slack with sleep leaving Otabek to catch him with a quick twist of his back and arms. Dragging the pale body along his side, he let Yuri curl up like a cat, half in his lap to rest. Carding his fingers through golden locks, he opened his book.

A chapter and a half later his head snapped up. Turning he saw Christophe standing behind him with a set of stilettos in hand, the red leather highly polished and strappy. "So tell me," the Swiss said with a purr, "How did you know about the officiant?"

"I heard Mrs. Katsuki mention it. You used my rig to print your certificate."

"I did. You made good points, but just in case, you understand." Christophe shrugged, his smile assessing. Otabek gave no reaction, leaving him to carry on. "Sarah was right, about it being easily done online. I only needed to complete a short course and pay a fee. It took fifteen minutes."

"Ah."

"And the after party mix? How did you find time?"

"It was not as hard as blending the Chicken Dance into Tentomucshi no Sanba. I have no idea how that combo slipped past Leo."

Christophe smiled. "It was unique, but it did make the floor dance." Otabek shrugged. "Now, about this," the older man said motioning to the sleeping blond in the Kazakh's lap. Otabek's dark stair didn't flinch. "Do I need to have the talk?"

"Which one?"

"Harm and funerals."

"Consider it given."

"Good," Christophe smiled, rising up with a twist of his hips. "It's a killer mix. I won't be giving the drive back."

Otabek shrugged, turning back to his book. Once Christophe was firmly back inside, Yuri peered up from the brunette’s thighs. "What was that about?"

"Liability clauses included in standard terms and conditions exclusive to several lifetimes, guaranteed." Yuri squinted, a confused pout wrinkling his nose. "Nothing's wrong, Yuri. Want to go inside where it's warm?"

"Yeah. The sand is creeping into my shirt. It itches."

"Alright." Yuri refused to walk by himself. Not when he could cling to Otabek like a backpack. Yuri was slowly becoming aware of the base in the music, mischief calling to him. Peeking over Otabek's shoulder, he saw the stilettos, heard the cheers, his eyes becoming wide as he turned to find his phone. Blackmail! A few quick snaps were all he got before he was taken down the hall, into their shared room. Realizing he had just enough energy to change out of his suit and curl into his favorite living heater, Yuri began falling asleep again, the steady stroking of his hair lulling him deeper into calm. The blond staunchly refused to admit the others might have a point with the whole 'kitten' thing. He might be small, but he was mighty! Otabek got that. He understood. Yuri was a Tiger, damn it! Tigers were cats! Big predatory *stretch* cats with cool stripes and very pointy teeth! He was *yawn* an Ice Tiger! Because he was so good on ice, and also so cool! A cool ... sleepy ... tiger with his own personal heat source…

Pale arms wrapped tighter about Otabek's waist, face pressed into his midsection, a faint purr rumbling from the blond's unknowing lips. Otabek sat reading a few more chapters, his lips tilted in a secret smile as Yuri slept.

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"For the love of - it was a joke Victor! A Joke!"

"Yuri, this is not a thing to joke about. I need confirmation. I need to know. The suit. It is not. Not. Powder blue?"

"No! Just the tie is." Yuri held up his hands in surrender, backing away from the steadily approaching Victor.

"It is not. It's not that hideous tie I saw last week?"

Yuri shot a glance to Christophe, hoping to enlist help. "I... it is? It's powder blue? I ... Look, I don't know what to tell you! He likes it, I think?"

Victor's hands twitched. He didn't know whether to strangle Yuri for teasing him about such an important matter on his wedding day, or dig himself bodily through the wall to rip that hideous tie from his fiance's hands, then use it to light a pyre to their love.

Christoph sighed. "Go see if you can get him to switch to the cream one?"

Offered an out, Yuri dashed from the room. Gulping down stress before knocking on the door down the hall. Phichit popped his head out, eyes staring down the passageway before grabbing Yuri by his shirt and pulling him in. "What's the verdict?"

"Go with the cream."

Yuuri was panting, two ties in his hands. He'd ordered the blue one to be the same color as Victor's eyes, but color match technology had landed him with something that looked like it had been dyed by a preschooler and dropped off the back end of a nondescript van.

"I don't know what to do about this," Yuuri quivered. "It was supposed to be a surprise."

"I... I don't fucking know," Yuri whispered, his hand making a mess of his hair. "I don't know anything about this stuff. I mean, it's not my style, you know?"

Phichit rubbed small circles into Yuuri's back. "It's alright. We'll figure something out. I mean, the cream is very lovely. I like the pattern, and the thin gold highlights are very nice."

"It is," Yuuri sniffed. "It's just not what I wanted. I don't get to surprise him often, and..."

Yuri was going to scream. This was the third fashion related emergency, fifth last minute detail, and seventh 'sudden something'. None of which had been anything of the sort. It was the constant boiling of emotions, back and forth, and threatening 'somehow this is all your fault' glare he got from both sides. Look, he wasn't tactful. Yuri knew that. But if they didn't get their shit together, he wouldn't have to be. He'd be ducking murder charges. Taking a deep breath, he tried again. "What if I show him the tie? Then you can know if he likes it."

Yuuri's brown eyes widened, tears welling up. "You'd do that?"

"I uh... fuck." Damn emotions and all who had them! Snapping both ties from Yuuri's hands, he took a moment to share a deeply profound expression with Phichit. Fuck wedding day jitters, this was verging on a melt down. His own. Backing away quickly, Yuri spun around, ties in hand to once again storm down the hall.

"Are you okay?"

"Beka!" Yuri threw his face into Otabek's chest. "I'm going mad! I can feel it! Steam is coming from the top of my head."

"I was wondering why your hair was curling."

Yuri smacked his chest, sending the ties bouncing. "Shut it. I have to show these ties to Victor."

"Wasn't the blue supposed to be a surprise?"

"Yeah, but apparently it didn't turn out right, and now Katsudon is having a frickin’ break down, and I have to keep Victor from having a conniption over ugly ties. Every time I try to help, it gets worse, and I am going fucking insane, Beka! The homicide will be justified!"

"Ah." Reaching out, Otabek pulled the ties from the blond's grip. "Tell Victor you've solved the problem. I'll be right back."

"But I haven't..."

"I believe in you." Otabek walked off.

Yuri blinked, turned to Victor's door and knocked. Christophe threw the door open, shutting it quickly when he saw Yuri. He knocked again. "Open it up!"

The door opened a sliver. "What news do you have?"

Yuri's eye twitched in response to another spike in his blood pressure. "Cream in, powder out." Christophe opened the door a little more.

"And the suit?"

"I already told you, it's not powder blue."

"Hum..." Christophe rose a well manicured brow. "Right, well, that's good. You should go get ready now."

Yuri took a deep breath. Great. He'd been kicked out of dealing with Victor’s drama, which normally would be a blessing, but now he was stuck with Katsudon's whole mess and he wasn't sure which one was worse. Spastic Victor or sobbing piggie.

Fortunately, he didn't have long to consider the situation. Hiroko came shuffling past, looking lovely in her gown, pearls dangling from her neck in a double loop, hair neatly coiffed with a rather striking hair clip. Yuri made a mental note to ask her where she got it. As he watched her knock on Yuuri's door and be let in, Otabek slipped past, heading into their room. Yuri followed.

"What happened?"

"Nothing." Yuri didn't buy that, staring at Otabek, nose far too close to his own for any sort of focus. "Mrs. Katsuki is going to help Yuuri," he said, rummaging through a bag. Pulling out a small wooden box, he turned. "What was the issue with the ties?"

Yuri huffed, arms crossing as he slouched against the wall. "Piggie ordered the blue one to match Victor's eyes," gagging noises were caught up in a snort. "It's not the right color, and he started spiraling. Victor found out and started panicking. He hit that stage where he's a danger to himself and society, so Christophe sent me to figure out what was going on. I tried to tell him! I tried! He wasn't listening. Not really. He thought I said the whole suit was ruined, and he freaked out more, got this look in his eye..."

Otabek nodded, watching Yuri as he spoke. "Alright." Turning to the box, he popped the small lock, searching through the contents. Yuri huffed, grumbled, then propped his chin on Otabek's shoulder by virtue of standing on his toes.

"What's this then?"

"Stick pins."

"Stick... what?"

"Stick pins. I think they are called tie tacks these days, though they are not the same thing."

"These days? You are so old."

Otabek hummed in response. When he found what he was looking for, he headed to Victor's door. Curious, Yuri followed.

"Yes?" Christophe answered flatly.

Otabek held up the cream tie. "Carnation knot." Christophe's brow raised, his eyes focused, discerning. Otabek held up a gold stick pin sporting a sizable round, brilliant cut topaz. "Center nestled," he added. Then he opened his hand to show a delicate double heart tack pin no bigger than a pinky nail, a pink topaz chip purposely placed on one heart, a turquoise chip in the other. "Hidden fold up, collar tucked, pinned."

Christophe's smile spread to his whole body as his familiar cheer returned. "Yes! Perfect!"

Without another word, Otabek turned towards Yuuri's door, leaving Yuri wondering what world war code book those two learned that shit from.

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The last of the accessories, favors, and details had arrived. Now, Phichit noted as he checked down his list, they only needed the perishables. “Do you think we ordered enough flowers?" he asked Christophe.

"I hope so. I don't see how we can get any more. We've only got two days."

"Ah! Two days! In two days my beloved Yuuri and I will be in wedded bliss!" Victor cooed, tossing tissue paper into a pile as he unpacked a box of vases.

"Yes. Delightful. I am so happy for you. Did you do your part of the list?" Christophe stated dryly.

"The what now?"

Christophe and Phichit shot a glance at each other, quietly resolved to yet another minor emergency. "Your part of the List, Victor. The List. The List with the things you are supposed to do and have completed before the stags."

Victor looked blank, then deep in thought. "When did you give me this list?"

Phichit held his smile in place, eye twitching. Christophe batted his lashes. "Victor. Dear, darling Victor. You. Have. One. Chore."

"What chore?" Yuuri asked, returning with a fresh bag for the papers strewn across the floor.

"Your dear, beloved fiance is supposed to have the car for your trip around the island detailed."

"Oh! Yes! I have an appointment to take it in," Victor beamed. "I would not disappoint my Yuuri!"

Yuuri blushed, looking to the side as he neatly folded papers. "Good. Did the cake get confirmed? Flowers?"

"Yes," Phichit beamed. "We went with a mix. Lots of cuttings -"

"Luscious! Quite spectacular, I assure you," Christophe chimed in, stopping the questions he could see bubbling in Victor.

" - yes, and we got potted ones as well. Few hangers. So you can have living reminders of the day."

"And they will decorate the onsen, yes?" Christophe smiled.

Victor beamed. "Ah! Marvelous! Yes! A living reminder. This is wonderful."

Just then the sound of a truck pulling up caught Yuuri's attention. Rising, he went outside to find Mari receiving a delivery of a massive pile of boxes, parcels, and otherwise large amounts of envelopes. "What the -" was all he could say.

"Yuuri? What's this?" Victor said, popping up behind him.

"I don't know."

"Gifts. Well wishes. Those plotted plants you guys ordered," Mari said around a cigarette. "I'm not moving them," came the huff as she signed the paperwork.

"Gifts! Oh! Our fans sent us many things."

"Yes," Yuuri contemplated. "It's... a bit much."

"No! Nothing is too much for such a time as this. Chris! Come see!"

Christophe popped his head out, eyeing the massive pile as the truck finished emptying. "Oh. I do not know where we are going to put those."

"Maybe we can find some space?" Yuuri said hopefully.

"I don't know where," Mari huffed. "Place is full. You already have everyone coming. We don't have room."

Yuuri's crestfallen gaze turned blank as he took in the full girth of the pile. He was saved from the static noise that was building pressure in his brain when Phichit found them. "What is going... on? Wow! What's all this?"

"Presents!" Victor beamed. "Only... we don't know what to do with them all."

"Clearly you open them," Yuri snarked, drink and snack carriers in hand. "I mean, that's what you do with gifts. Why do you have so many anyway?"

"People love me," Victor said with a plastic smile, taking a double shot americano from Otabek. Slipping his arm around Yuuri's waist, his eyes begin to take on a sparkle, he added "And my Yuuri is so very beloved."

"It is a lot, Vita," Yuuri sighed, happily receiving his frothy iced mocha. "I don't know where to place them all. We won't have time to go through them before the wedding."

Phichit considered them as he sucked down his iced vanilla, eyes widening in delight. "So good!" he purred. "Anyway, there has to be some place we can put these. Think, Yuuri. Do you have a storage or garage we don't know about?"

"Yuuri! Are you keeping secrets from me? Do you have a hidden place to hide all your many merchandises and childhood secrets?" Victor played, shaking his love slightly.

"I... No. No, I do not."

"He used to keep things at the rink," Mari added haphazardly, considering adding a shot or three to her coffee, eyes narrowed with mischief. "Sometimes at the studio."

"Mari!" choked Yuuir, the iced drink stinging his nose as he snorted in exasperation. Victor's eyes were massive, watery pools of joy.

Christophe smiled, sipping the green tea infusion he'd just been handed. Time to intervene. "You can explore that later. Right now, as much as it would be fun, we have to stay on track."

Yuri paused eyeing the scene, paper carriers with baked goodies dangling from his fingers. "You want all this taken to the studio? Got an address?" he growled, flipping his phone over to a navigation app. As Yuuri helped him put the address in, Otabek took the carrier from Yuri, silently handing off treats.

"We'll put all these," Yuri puffed, motioning vaguely to the many parcels, "into the studio, and then you can go through them at your leisure, or something. Whatever."

Victor pouted, then slowly beamed. "Ah, Yurio! You do care! Such a good son!"

"I am Not your Son!"

"And if we find some hidden treasures - " Victor continued, planting a huge smooch on Yuuri's cheek, "even better!"

Yuri rolled his eyes so hard he Phichit wondered if he saw his medulla oblongata.

"You're gonna need some help." Mari downed half her triple espresso in a single gulp. "Not it."

"I have to help set up the covers and pavilions," Christophe chimed.

"I have to organize everything for quick set up and break down. I'm swamped," Phichit added.

"I suppose I can - " Yuuri began.

"Do you want Victor adding ice swans?" Phichit huffed in horror, his mind swamped with visceral images of several conversations involving the topic.

"It's fine," Yuri assured them dismissively. "We can do it." His thumb jerked between himself and Otabek as he strained to pick up a mail bag. "Anything to keep away from those two stress-drooling all over each other."

Otabek simply began to pile up boxes, lifting with his knees as he prepared for a day of hauling parcels, gifts, and bags weighed down by envelopes up and down long hills all day.

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"You mean the Choir Boy," Mila said with a smirk as she chewed on a danish, savoring every bite.

"What do you mean?" Yuri's eyes narrowed as he sucked down his frothy spiced coffee. He'd stolen a drink like it once from Otabek on an outing and had enjoyed them for several reasons ever since.

"I was talking to JJ - "

"You were what?!" Yuri growled, eyes narrowed dangerously. Mila smiled. She knew she was rilling the young skater up, but it was just too much fun to worry about consequences. Not when it was clear she knew something he didn't know about his 'best friend'.

"Oh, he's not so bad you know."

"The hell he's not!"

"Otabek likes him."

"Otabek's a fucking saint to put up with JJ's dumb ass," Yuri muttered darkly.

"Umhum. Saint Otabek. All dark, and broding, and leather clad," she grinned. Seeing Yuri clearly debating which of the many nearby objects would be best to throw at her, Mila eased up a little. "Anyway, JJ let it slip that Otabek is actually pretty good at it."

"So? I can't see him actually doing it."

"I can. Get him drunk enough, and it could happen."

Yuri grinned. Now he knew something she didn't and that irked Mila. "What? You don't think I can do it? Don't think I can get him drunk enough?"

"No. I don't. In fact, I guarantee it."

"Why?" she asked, suspiciously. Yuri was brash and he talked a lot of trash, but didn't tend to make guarantees he didn't intend to back up. Threats, yes. Guarantees, no. Mila leaned forward, eyes sparking with curiosity. "What do you know?"

Yuri stood up, fully intending to leave. Mila grabbed at him, her painted nails gripping onto the oversized hoodie, tugging him back. "Tell me," she breathed, eyes intense.

"No. Not mine to tell. Anyway, you're gonna put holes in my hoodie with your talons, baba. Let go."

Pressing her lips into a tight frown, Mila let Yuri go, watching him race off to the back of the onsen. She was intrigued. Rising, she slipped towards the hall, listening. For too long nothing happened, and the lure of her half finished danish was waiting. Giving into the siren's call of sugar and carbs, Mila sat back down. She was three decadent bites in when she heard Yuri again.

"Yeah, and then go to the marketplace, see what we can find that's cool. You need to add color, you know?" Otabek made a non committal sound as he slipped his leather jacket on with a snap of his wrists. "Umhum me! Anyway, there's this new - "

"Hey, Otabek," Mila cut in, smiling bright. "I have a question for you." The man's dark attention turned fully to her. It made her shiver in interesting ways. Flicking a glance at Yuri, drinking in his obvious distress, she smiled. Poor boy was so nervous she could taste it. "How do you feel about singing?"

"In what capacity?"

"Mila..." Yuri warned.

"As in singing. As in words in a song come from your mouth."

"Expain."

Mila flicked another glance at Yuri. He was livid, but silent. Wait. Was he actually afraid? She didn't intend to scare him off, just tease him a little. No backing out now. She eased into it. "I was talking to JJ -" The look on the Kazakh's face went from politely attentive to something foreboding in a second. He remained silent. "... and he was saying that you... You know what, never mind."

Otabek's expression cleared as much as someone with no expressions could. He dismissed her with a nod, turning his attention back to Yuri. They left to go do whatever they had planned for the day, neither saying a word until they were out of earshot. Mila sat there, contemplating what just happened.

"What's with the long face," Victor smiled as he dropped down next to his fellow skater. "You look like someone gave you the blues. Is it the danish? So good," he touched his stomach. "So bad," his hand on his thigh, blue eyes intently piercing into Mila's.

"Umhum, Mr. Never-goes-off-diet. The big bad danish did it to me."

"Never go off diet? Victor?" Yuuri smiled as he sat down, placing cups of steaming tea in front of himself and the silver haired man.

"You have deets! Gimme!" Mila beamed, her fingers curling in and out rapidly.

"I'm allowed to treat myself," Victor cut in. "I am going to be a married man. I will need my energy." This bold statement caused Yuuri to blush a lovely shade of decadent thoughts.

"Oh sure. You're gonna 'work it off'," she teased. Yuuri tried to hide himself in his sweater. It was adorable. Then it hit her. That hoodie was much too big for Yuri. She'd seen it somewhere before. "Oh. My. Gawd!" Her head snapped around, mouth agape, as she stared at the door.

"What?" Yuuri said, peeking out from his sweater.

"That was Otabek's hoodie! Yurio just straight up said it was his."

Victor grinned. "Yes. I noticed."

Mila snapped her head back around to the two men at the table with her. With her, and with secrets. She must know! "Tell me everything!"

Yuuri, sensing Victor about to drone on speculatively, spoke quickly. "It's a hoodie, Mila. Is it really such a big deal?"

"Not a big deal?!" Victor squealed.

"YES!" Mila barked, hands slapping on the table.

Yuuri ducked into his sweater a little more. "I mean..." Clearing his throat, he bit his lower lip.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah! None of that, my delectable little piggy. You'll chap your lips again." There was something suggestive in the way Victor said those words. Mila rose a brow, eyes sparkling.

"You guys get your dance number figured out?" she asked. As much as she enjoyed the blatant flamboyance of Victor's love life, she didn't need to see it played out to the farthest end before she'd even finished her forbidden pastry.

"Oh, yes!" Yuuri chirped, coming out of his shirt now that the subject was safe. "I wanted to go with the classical but you know Victor - "

"I must be true to my muse!" Victor beamed. "I must add an element to shock and excite, or I might die!"

"You won't die if you don't axle lift me," Yuuri huffed.

"I might. You never know. I may languish from shattered dreams. To lift my Yuuri and spin him about like a decadent, lushious -"

"Anyway!" Mila cut in, unsuccessfully hiding her smile. "Finally agree on your song?"

"Umhum," Yuuri said around a mouthful of tea.

"It was such a choice! Classical, yet exciting! Something meaningful. I wanted to have something new recorded, but my Yuuri said we wouldn't have time," Victor pouted.

"Bummer." Mila took the opportunity to trace her finger in a lazy circle, a small sigh escaping her.

"Mila?" Victor asked. She didn't answer. "Mila?" He cried more urgently. "Mila! Miliska! My Mila! You must tell me what makes you sigh so!"

Mila flicked her eyes over Victor, a brief stop at Yuuri to see if he too was interested. With that confirmed, she sat up, hands in her lap like she wasn't about to stir the pot. "It's just... I don't know why you can't have an original song. You'd only need someone to write it, some studio time, and a singer. I'm sure you could get the guy from last time, right?"

"No," Yuuri shook his head. "He's very popular. Something so incredibly last minute? I don't think that's gonna go well."

Victor frowned. "I told you," he said to Mila, his pout a mask of tragedy.

"Well, you could always use someone else."

"Mila," Yuuri warned. "We picked a song, and it's -"

"It's not unique! Just for us! A love song for the ages! Think of it, my Yuuri! What a joy! What a surprise!"

"I feel like you already have the song written, Victor," Mila prodded.

"Yes. He did. Several," Yuuri huffed.

"What can I say? My Yuuri is so inspiring." Yuuri ducked his head, pink from ear to ear.

"Well, maybe you can't have it recorded and processed in time. It's not like you know someone who can actually do that. Remixes, sound boarding. All that takes time." Mila knew she wasn't subtle. But sometimes, with Victor, you just couldn't be.

Yuuri looked at Mila with a blank expression. Victor seemed to be processing. Then he began to glow. "But We Do!" he said, jumping up with vigor.

"We don't have a singer, so it's back to the original choice," Yuuri tried.

"Oh. Yes. This is important," Victor seemed to deflate. Mila knew she could leave it there, see what shenanigans would come from it, but she still owed Yuri for the time he tied her laces in so many knots she had to cut them out of her skates. And all because she'd asked him one too many questions about when his 'best friend' was coming to visit, and if he'd met Yuri's cat yet.

Okay, she might have pressed her luck a little too far by asking if he needed to have the 'talk' in the light of his growing interest in other people's existence as more than potential murder victims - right after being honest about a certain skater's very tight, very lush ass in those jeans, but she'd just bought those laces, and it had taken hours to get them out without ruining her skates!

This was about keeping tally, and by her count, she was behind by one. A big one. "Have you asked Otabek?" Yuuri rose a brow. Victor looked at her with blank curiosity. "Apparently he's rather good at it."

"Yes, Yurio keeps saying he's got talent with the mix boards," Victor said dismissively.

"No, I mean," Mila kept her face carefully neutral, "he can sing."

Yuuri blanched. He suddenly knew what Mila was up to. Victor lit up like fairy lights. "Really? How do you know?"

"You know Isabella? JJ's fiancee? She's actually not so bad, once you get to know her. Helped me try to find Yurio when he went missing that one time. So we got to talking. And of course JJ is there, and he's Otabek's friend. One thing leads to another, and he calls him a 'choir boy'." She could see Victor hanging on every word. Even Yuuri looked invested. "So, you know me, I have to get to the bottom of that. What business does our resident stoic bad boy have being called something like that, right?" Victor nodded emphatically. "Turns out, while he was training in Canada with JJ, his parents - JJ's not Otabek's - took them to some Christmas events, and one of them was a choir for some charity thing. They talked him into singing with them, and the man can sing. Sing - sing. Like, really well. JJ said he tried to get him to play in a band with him, but Otabek refused to do anything more than mix a few tracks for him."

"If he wouldn't do it for JJ, he wouldn't do it for us," Yuuri said, trying to stop the giant stars in Victor's eyes before they caused his retinas to blow out. He didn't need to deal with that before the wedding.

"Ah!" Mila smiled, vengeance for her laces at hand. "But that's JJ. You guys are practically Yurio's ice parents. If you asked Yurio, and he asked Otabek..."

Yuuri didn't know if he quite agreed with that. However once Victor caught on, his whole face was practically swallowed by his heart shaped smile. "Yes! Otabek will do as Yurio asks! He hasn't failed yet!"

Yuuri frowned. "He has said no to him, you know that right?"

"Name one time."

"He didn't take Yurio to that club?"

"That was a legal issue. Doesn't count. Name another."

Yuuri tried hard to come up with even one, but he couldn't. Victor's hands clasped as he jumped up and did a twirl. Mila smiled. Yuuri knew he was doomed.

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