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arom-antix · 7 months
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Yuri!!! On Cards collaboration!
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So, I know I've been pretty inactive recently, at least in posting my own art but for good reason! In the Yuri on the Web Discord server artists and writers alike have all collaborated to illustrate a deck of cards and write stories for each of them. And as a resident artist myself, I couldn't not take the opportunity to draw for this project UuU
Oh and if anyone was wondering, yes, I am to blame for inflicting this giant project onto the server BUT I REGRET NOTHING AND NEITHER WILL YOU IF YOU CHECK OUT EVERYONE ELSE'S WORKS. Trust me, they are amazing! The masterpost can be found here!
GIANT thanks to @lines-on-ice and @yaoiconnoisseur for helping so much and being amazing co-administrators and basically making this entire thing possible! You really saved me from my own overambition XD
The guidelines for this project can be found on the Yuri!!! On Cards blog as can the masterpost with all the links to everything. All the art that gets posted to Tumblr will also be reblogged by the blog.
With all that said, here's the actual art I made! (Break for those who don't want their dash to die UuU)
Okay, I lied. First, I'd heavily recommend for you to check out the guideline posts, both the general and artists' and even the writers' if you're up to it to get a grasp of the perimeters of this project. There's also some vague lore and AU stuff about the whole thing to find which will give you context for why the art looks the way it does to a certain extent.
You can also just jump right in and take everything as I ramble about it which, I mean, I won't stop you, the guideline posts aren't short. I will not blame you. You can still just look at the art. If that's your choice, go on ahead!
First up!
Ace of the Kingdom Otabek, The Deep Shadow
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Being of the Kingdom of Diamonds, he's skillful and sharp. He moves quietly as a shadow and is just as mysterious.
Okay, I can't comment much on how he actually is, you'll have find that out by reading his fic(let?). They were supposed to be ficlets but as writers tend to do, none of us could manage that so take "ficlet" with a big grain of salt for every written work.
I've, by the way, not read any of the ficlets for this project beside my own so I'll get to experience the reveal with y'all and I'm gonna perish waiting.
Anyway, about the art. The yellow of course comes from the Kingdom of Diamonds' designated colour. As for the outfit, it's based on this handsome fellow I found who's supposed to be a Kazakh archer which I thought fit Otabek's whole shadow thing perfectly (and Writingfromtheshadow's fic Equivalent Exchange has me in an iron grip and I don't want to be released).
If there are any Kazakhs in the audience, you are free to laugh at me for any inaccuracies or missteps, I am but a humble little not-Kazakh, I don't expect to have gotten it all right UuU
Next up!
King Yuuri, Wanderer of Dreams
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The ruler of his realm, he is as the mind flows. Kind and benevolent yet of fickle thoughts, the spirals of the subconscious are ones he both masters and bows to.
Again, gonna be waiting for his fic with everyone else but like. It's Yuuri. Anxiety is kind of a given.
In terms of art, I don't know if you can tell but this was where I started writing my will because oh my stars, what did I get myself into. If you follow me or my art, you'll know that I don't draw lineless. Like ever. And apparently I decided this project on a deadline that others were depending on me making look nice was the place to go all out.
And the worst part is that I'm not even mad at it so I have no argument to not do it again.
Anyway, the blue is from the designated colour of spades and yes, you've guessed right as to why this colour was picked for this suit. I'm predictable, leave me alone. As for the rest, the outfit is inspired by traditional Japanese dress that the Internet told me about (again, Japanese may laugh at me all they want UuU Your culture is very cool but also there was so much info, I hope I got it at least a bit right).
Also I spent like eight hours looking at hanakotoba for this and I've never been this happy about a decision I regretted so much while I was having to draw that many flowers. And you know I had to include The Gay Flower^(TM).
The Japanese iris is now Yuuri's btw.
All the flowers used are: Japanese irises, Jasmine flowers, Forget-me-nots, cherry blossoms, white roses, green carnations and blue roses (Viktor's flower. Read: I am predictable).
And finally!
Queen Minako, Tamer of Minds
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Of the Realm of Dreams, she sees your fears, the snares laid by the subconscious and, strict and blunt as she is, she clears a path for the motivated and lets no potential go to waste.
Again, haven't read a word of the fic.
This one was by far the one that I made the fastest and I would've loved to do more with it but like deadlines. I'm gracefully skipping over the fact that I set the deadline and am fully to blame for being late.
But, as with Yuuri, blue is for spades. And since I wanted her to have a leotard but still match Yuuri and make her outfit look even slightly Japanese inspired, sheer fabric to the rescue! With cherry blossoms, of course, because CSP had the pattern preinstalled UuU
And I don't know if it worked but I tried to make her hair both look like her signature style, traditional Japanese hairstyles I found on the good ol' Interwebs and then kind of a spade by having that middle stick be the stem and the hair the spade's butt.
Also this probably goes without saying but the ranks of the characters are just titles. Yuuri is not married to Minako, she is just the Queen and he the King, don't worry.
Again, a BIG thank you to everyone who also participated, it was so fun to work together on this and see everyone's progress! Nic and Lil, you're amazing, thank you so much for everything you've done for this!
And to everyone who's made it this far, thank you for sticking around and please go check out all the other art and the ficlets! I promise it's worth it!
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thescribblerqueen · 3 years
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Blurt #24: Yuuri once did a performance of swan lake, playing the lead Prince Siegfried. Minako cried over it, and spent a few weeks trying to convince Yuuri to switch back to ballet. When Victor discovered a video of the performance, he thinks he developed a new kink.
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lalalaure · 3 years
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I have no self control. And I simply just HAD to make this Victuuri. Because Reasons.
[credit for the prompt to @writing-prompt-s , check them, they're GREAT]
Imagine, super duper cutesy couple Victor and Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov. You know, the ones that always coo at dogs they see while having their morning run or the ones who never forget to double tip those poor overworked waiters. The kind of people to kindly smile at a grumpy looking stranger just to brighten their day, if only a little.
[It always works and how can it not when they see how cute Yuuri's dimples are? How much Victor's sea blue eyes sparkle in the sun when he smiles?]
Anyways, they have a secret.
That, per se, is not something extremely surprising. Everybody has secrets. But theirs? Oh boy, theirs is maybe the biggest, and best kept, secret one could ever come across on this Earth.
Imagine Mischievous Supervillain Victor Nikiforov.
[more after the cut]
[And yes, I know, everybody seems to be convinced that my boy 'Stammi Vicino' would be a superhero and I always ask myself why, like, have you heard the part where he skates to what literally translates to: "I'd like to cut open with a sword the throats of all who sing about love"
like,
that's murded bby boy
so anyway, enjoy catsuit clad extra supervillain Victor Nikiforov]
Icy eyes, cold smile, long hair [yes, he has long hair here, because I Say So] so light and bright they almost look white. White as the colour of his sinfully thight catsuit that literally leaves nothing to the imagination.
["It's for practicality, Yuuri. How do you expect me to climb walls and rob the pants out of those filthy riches without it? It helps me bLeNd iN tHe sHaDoWs!"
"It's literally white."]
Donned with surprisingly strong ice powers and inhuman reflexes, he is a 'rob the rich to give to the poor' kind of guy. They call him The Coreographer: lethally smart, silver tongued and so pretty he could kill a man with a look, [he never did, though, he believes in peace] a literal mastermind of crime but mortally bored with his dull, empty life. That was, until our dear Katsudon Fatale entered the game.
Imagine Insecure Superhero Yuuri Katsuki.
Ah, my boy Yuuri. Cute smiles and soft caramel eyes that always seem to hypnotize everyone around him to bow to his every command. Literally.
When our cute chubby 12 years old Katsudon firstly discovered that he could LITERALLY TALK PEOPLE INTO DOING ANYTHING HOW lS THIS HIS LIFE HELP HIM PLEASE HE IS SCARED.
And that didn't help his anxiety. At all.
This way, he learns the Weight of his Words and always saves them for when they are absolutely necessary.
How he came to be a superhero, he still doesn't know. He suspects it to be Phichit's fault.
How he came to meet The Coreographer, through a collaboration he did with Yuuri's Squad, befriend him and find beautiful Victor inside that hardened mask of cool and composed, still baffles him.
He still remembers that night, in front of the sea, where, after almost three months of collaboration [because this time it was serious, this time there were lives at stake and he had done nothing to stop it before, but now that light was in his life again Victor would be damned if he let this one happen, if he, voluntarily, let other people, other children, suffer like he did] Yuuri still let his doubts get the best of him and screamed at Victor for all he did, and didn't do, before.
He immediatly regretted it when he saw those perfect blue eyes swell up with tears and regretted it even more when Victor finally told him about his life. Stories about being beat up, when he was still an orphan on the streets, for who he was, for his Power and about how people, bad people, had tried to use him for their own gain. He told vague stories about friends of his who had died of starvation during the night, in the cold cells they were kept in all day, from where they could exit just to be experimented on because they were weapons, not people.
["But you were only ten, Victor. Do you mean to tell me that they...?"
Victor's silence was loud and clear to Yuuri, who felt his stomach churn with a venoumous kind of anger he had never felt before.
"I'll make them pay."
And he meant it.]
Soon, Yuuri hopes, Victor would also talk to him about his time on the Squad (although a different one) that likely shaped the person he was today, but that he soon left. Yuuri came to know this from his first, real, researches on The Coreographer, head burrowed in some dusty, old documents he found on the Squad's Main Head Library. He always felt a bit guilty about that.
[Later, Victor will explain to him that, while it had indeed been a good time in his life, prolific for the shaping of his mind and his morals, the Squad, like any other organization, was not keen on butting heads with wealthy, well paying criminals. He learnt that the hard way. So he left, taking up the pieces of his heart that shattered when he understood that his life in the Squad had been a big, fancy, lie and that if he really wanted to do something he had to do it by himself, on the streets.]
To this day, Yuuri is still baffled that this wonderful person, this precious fighter chose him. Who was he, anyway, to deserve his love?
But he has stopped fighting against it and learnt to accept it as it is. To always love and protect Victor who, despite of his fucked up childhood and teenage years, has taught him to love and protect himself, too, for being exactly who he is. Him, too, an anxious, sweet, precious, fighter. Even when his mind makes him weak, he will rise again and fight for what is right. [Victor's words.]
But he has to believe them, after all, those were his vows on their wedding day.
So, one day when he has to change his costume and finally, finally he can desing it himself [that meaning that Victor can picture it exactly as he wants] he doesn't even flich when it turns out to be an exact copy of his husband's catsuit, a little less thight, with more pockets and also a belt and wow, a trasparent jacket too. He is in awe of the colour, a perfect shade of blue, similar to his husband's beautiful eyes. It is perfect. And it's his.
He wears it everyday.
His eyes are a little teary though, when he finds himself in front of his husband during work. They caught The Coreographer and his team stealing some important antiques from a house. A house that, mind you, was owned by a disgusting, oily little man who had too much money, and too less respect for his own good. He knew his Vitya's project and knew that those money were going to benefit an hospital of sick children in Malaysia. But still, robbing was against the law. That meant that Yuuri had to find a way to distract his team, again, to help his idiot of an husband escape with the money, again. The nerve of that man.
But when he saw him, all clad in his new pink costume that MATCHED YUURI'S, [a distant part of his mind reminded him that he, Yuuri, had chosen the colour as well, during one of the nights where Vitya was being all weird about colours and kept asking him for what was, in his opinion, the perfect match to blue] etheral hair flowing in the wind and beautiful heart-shaped smiled aimed just at him. And, oh, he was weeping at the sight of his beautiful husband that finally, finally smiled again and...
The weight of his Squad's stares was heavy on his shoulders and, oh boy, was this going to be a long one to explain.
As usual, REBLOG is fine, REPOST only with my permission :))
[love y'alls]
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irresistiibles · 3 years
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alright this made me realize that i have ! a lot of characters but under the cut are little blurbs about everyone for the event for plotting! i mentioned a few that could be open to dates though honestly there are definitely a few others if that’s something people are interested in (i kinda assume either platonic or romantic dates would be on the casual side so do not feel like it would be throwing yourself into a ship). anyway! toss this a like and i will hit you up for plotting i’m happy to work stuff out either here or on discord!
asami sato - likes the idea of romance but is probably going to be angling more for networking. does well in a crowd and will be out drinking and socializing but be on guard about image and stuff. could totally take a date as a platonic sort of thing and she would buy them a nice outfit for it
ben hargreeves - a romantic at heart but awkward as hell. will wear something nice but be hiding 
blue sargent - not really about this sort of thing and definitely under-dressed. almost definitely in boots.
ciel phantomhive - absolutely hates this sort of stuff and things valentine’s day is kinda gross. will be there and look nice but will be trying to avoid engaging with people
dominique weasley - thinks this is a little ridiculous but probably fun so is optimistic. probably just socializing and maybe taking pictures and dancing. could have a fun platonic or romantic date
elsa of arendelle - another one who thinks the idea is sweet but is awkward as hell. vaguely concerned she’s going to freeze the potomac and will be staying away from the deck. could try dancing, maybe, though someone else would have to ask lmao
entrapta - thrilled to be there entirely for the fact that these types of parties tend to have tiny appetizers. does not have a romantic bone in her body but can dance. may be trying to check out the engine of the ship though
glinda - very excited and very dressed up. loves romance loves to dance, def out here to have a good time. definitely dragged elphaba.
haruhi fujioka - this all feels pretty rich people to them and they like romance but not big dramatic gestures. will look nice and put together and will just be enjoying food and drinks
howl jenkins pendragon - a dramatic flirt who will be dragging as many people out to dance as possible. is not picky on gender so good luck. may be wearing a cape 
ji eun tak - a cutie who loves romance and is excited for the chance to go to something like this. may be a little tipsy and dancing. could go for a chill platonic or romantic date. 
jaskier - another dramatic bi. will be drunk and dancing and be totally annoying about it. could potentially take a date though if he doesn’t he will absolutely bother people to dance and will have a hell of a pout if anyone says no. eventually will get drunk enough to start singing
karolina dean - prefers quiet romantic gestures but thinks this is cute enough. avoiding alcohol because she does not want to be drunk on a boat but still enjoying herself
kyoshi - awkward seven foot tall woman thinks this idea is nice but doesn’t really know what to do with it all. will probably be out on the deck most of the time since she doesn’t love crowds. friendly but weird in this sort of setting lavender brown - definitely a romantic and definitely into this whole thing. spent more time planning a dress than she’d ever admit and is excited to be there even if she isn’t thrilled going to this sort of thing sober
lily evans - not quite her vibe but figured she could go as like a break. wouldn’t be there for romance but very friendly and wouldn’t mind dancing with some people to chill
ling yao - doesn’t really get the point of this sort of thing but will go for the food and to try and make some connections. may be sneaking around even if there’s nothing to find he just wants to be sure
link - i know i have said certain characters are awkward but link takes the cake. this is a man who comfortably runs around in his underwear and prefers not to speak. he is most likely on the deck debating whether or not he could jump off and swim for it. under-dressed but still feels over-dressed
micihru kaioh - very comfortable in this environment. can dress well, dance, socialize, whatever needed. probably on guard because she still thinks she’s in washington for her mission though she’ll praise the romance and all that
pansy parkinson - will go anywhere for free alcohol but also thinks this sort of romantic stuff is kinda gross. will be probably be in a corner drinking
rita skeeter - excited to be here for the potential drama of it all. sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong and taking pictures and stuff. could take a date but would probably abandon them lol
sam giddings - thinks this is all a little overboard but kinda cute and she’s out doing her best to be optimistic. could go with a romantic or platonic date. will dance but probably uncomfortable with a real drunk crowd
tessa gray - out of her element but doing her best. got dragged by clary and definitely finds this all odd. maybe snuck a book in. does like the view on the deck if nothing else. 
thanatos - awkward. again. dressed well and that’s about it. this is a man who’s so bad at talking to people. came cause he got the invitation and felt obligated but is definitely regretting it. not against romance but finds this too much
toph beifong - literally in hell. this is a girl who uses earthbending to find her surroundings and cannot swim. she is now completely blind and stranded and having the worst time of her life. despite hating the water she’s probably sitting on the deck because she can get a little bit out of smell and sounds and prefers that to being trapped where everyone is dancing. frankly probably a little freaked out but hiding it
victor nikiforov - romantic but probably missing yuuri. mostly taking pictures and having fun and being loud. he’s a good dancer but there’s no saying if he’ll actually do it since big crowd things like this tire him out these days
zhongli - grandpa here doesn’t get the point of all of this but is going anyway. dressed very nice. probably telling everyone the history of boats over drinks and will not shut up while also babysitting lumine
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dontstopyurinow · 5 years
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“Because I was naked.”
“What?”
“His parents own this hot springs place and you're not supposed to wear a swimsuit.”
“You were naked at his parents’ house.”
Victor rolls on the bed, props himself up on his elbow, and cradles the phone between his shoulder and his ear to pet Makkachin. “It's not what it sounds like…”
Chris scoffs. “Well, enlighten me then?”
“I was just taking a dip and then I saw someone arrive and it was him.”
“What did you do?”
“I stood up and I said I wanted to be his coach.”
“How high was the water?”
“Not high enough.”
“Very straightforward.”
“I panicked.”
Chris chuckles and sighs. “What did he do?”
“He screamed.”
“Oh come on, you’re not that big...”
“Yes I am, but he barely looked to be honest... He stumbled backward and screamed like I was a ghost.”
“What a shame.”
“Chris...”
“What did you expect? I told you to message him ahead.”
“He is the one who asked me to come and coach him!”
An exasperated sigh echoes through the phone and Victor is vaguely reminded that they have had this conversation before.
“And then he didn’t talk to you ever again after that…” Chris says softly but seriously. “Darling I’m sorry but even the Great Victor Nikiforov can be rejected. He was just drunk.”
Victor’s heart tightens at the thought of these moments lost in champagne bubbles. For a night he had believed he was finally seeing the light at the end of a long tunnel of doubt and loneliness. Everything in Yuuri had made him hope for better days. His smile was contagious, his eyes glimmered with innocent joy, his laugh resonated in the air. With his ugly tie around his head he was the drunkest, sweatiest guy Victor had ever touched, and yet, when Yuuri asked him to be his coach as if it was his heart’s deepest desire, Victor had felt like he wanted nothing more than to say yes and make Yuuri happy.
Chris takes him out of his contemplation. “He kicked you out? You can fly back to Geneva if you want, my door is always open. I don’t have to tell you that I only have one bed and a no-pajamas rule though.”
Victor has a sad smile. “No he didn’t… He apologized, he gave me an outfit of the hot springs and then he brought food for me and Makka.”
“You brought your dog?”
Victor scratches Makkachin’s ear absent-mindedly. “I mean, I have to stay at least until the next season if I want to be his coach so I couldn't just pack a carry-on. I shipped all my stuff.”
“Your stuff?”
“All my bedroom.”
“All your bedroom…” Chris repeats in awe. “And he just… accepted this?”
Victor nods as if Chris could see him. “Yeah, we had dinner earlier tonight and I’m in my room now.”
“Did you speak with him? What did you say?”
“Nothing much… He has to lose weight before we start training. You should see him, he’s all chubby and adorable, I just want to squeeze his- ah whatever,” Victor sighs with regret, “he doesn’t let me approach him anyway.”
“Really?”
“He literally runs away when I come too close or I try to touch him.”
Chris pauses. “Do you think he is…”
Victor lets himself fall on his back, puts his phone on the pillow, and looks at the ceiling in despair. “Tell me about it, I've spent thirteen hours of flight asking myself what I'd do with my life if he's straight.”
“Does he look straight?”
Victor runs his fingers through his bangs. “I don't know,” he says in a breath.
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
Victor shakes his head. “I don't know. He’s nice and polite but he’s so distant with me… I think he just sees me as a coach.”
“What makes you think that?”
“He said no when I asked to sleep together.”
“You what?”
“I wanted to know more about him- he was so shy during dinner I thought he’d feel more at ease if we were just the two of us.”
There is a silence at the end of the line. Victor takes his phone to see if the call has been interrupted.
“Chris?”
Chris clears his throat and speaks slowly and clearly. “You showed up at his parents’, naked, with your dog, your twelve lamps and your framed picture of yourself, you ate his food, you told him he was fat, you tried to get in his bed on the first night, and he still wants you to be his coach?”
“Yeah, why?”
“And you’re not sure he likes you?”
“It's hard to tell really… Though he does have a few posters of me, but-”
“I don't know which one is the worse idiot, but you two are definitely playing in the same league.”
“What-”
“No need to ask!” Chris gasps. “Of course darling, I’ll be your best man, it’s my pleasure.”
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yandere-daydreams · 5 years
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A little Yandere!Viktor (Yuri!!! on Ice) for the lovely @k-doodles-stuffs . I’m not terribly familiar with this character, but I hope that y’all will find this as fun as I do.
Word Count: ~1000
You’d always liked interviews.
With someone as flashy as you, a camera an over-enthusiastic host was an excuse to tease, and brag, and avoid serious questions in exchange for flirting with whatever audience member you found cute that day. It was fun, and you never had to give too much away. Privacy was something you held close, after all.
Well, privacy was something you used to hold close. Before Viktor came along and tore it away from you. Just like he’d torn your family away from you, and your friends, and your career. Your personality would’ve been done-for too, but Viktor had to leave something behind. Just the thought filled you with contempt, and seeing him smile, draping an arm over your shoulders and leaning into the loveseat behind you, only strengthen your desire to wrap your hands around his throat and squeeze. But, you could barely muster anything but a few shy waves and a hesitant smile.
Despite your obvious anxiety, the host just smiled, falling into a single seat and propping her feet up on the table between you. Her hair was trapped in a ponytail so high, your scalp hurt just from looking at it. You only noticed her jacket once she turned to face you, a mass-produced version of the one you would’ve worn a year ago. A fan, obviously. Maybe that was why Viktor choose her.
“So, the lovebirds…” She trailed off, smirking in your direction. With a dismissive nod, her normal grin returned, only scaring you further. “Go ahead, I know you two don’t like to be that far apart.”
You opened your mouth, ready to tell her that you were already as close as you could be, but Viktor didn’t give you the opportunity. You could feel his arms wrapping around your waist. By the time you realized what he was doing, you were already in his lap, Viktor’s chin propped on your shoulder with an unearned familiarity. In a more private scenario, you would’ve just made some excuse or pushed him away, but you didn’t want to know what he’d do if you embarrassed him like that in public. Playing along, you kicked off your shoes, melting into his chest. You could hear Viktor purr, choking down a compliment you were sure would make your skin crawl.
“Sorry about this,” He chuckled, nuzzling further into your neck. You flinched, but it couldn’t have been visible. You were being held too tightly for that. “I just love my little angel so much… Did you know we’re getting married, soon? I can’t wait for you to see how lovely she is in a wedding dress, and more importantly, how beautiful I’ll be in a suit.”
The host rolled her eyes, like the very topic of something so gushy disgusted her. You were tempted to join her, honestly. “Believe me, I know. Who do you think is planning to crash the party?” Cue a laugh from the audience, and a worryingly dark glare from Viktor. She gestured vaguely to the sickening display of affection in front of her, regarding you more fondly than she had Viktor. “How’d he manage… this, anyway? I’d never pinned (Y/n) as the sentimental type. I’d thought she was going to focus on recovery, considering your last press-conference.”
“I’m not,” You mumbled, letting the statement slip-out before Viktor could answer for you. Still, you corrected the mistake quickly, letting out a light laugh and swinging your legs happily. “But, this guy managed to pry his way into my life. He refused to leave me alone until I agreed to let him coach me, and eventually, he managed to seduce me with all his training regiments and diet plans.” You shuddered at the things Viktor made you do, pulling you in with promises of improvement only to break you down, until your confidence replied on his approval. Most days, you worked yourself to exhaustion just so he’d do something besides eating away at your skills. “Didn’t make him go easier on the sprinting, though.”
“As for her leg,” Viktor continued, gesturing towards the injured limb. The bandage wasn’t visible beneath your jumpsuit, but you could still feel hundreds of eyes burning into your skin. “I’m afraid recovery isn’t a possibility, anymore. Her Achilles tendon was completely severed.” He paused, his tone too apologetic to be innocent. But, you were long past caring about who’d actually cause the ‘accident’. It didn’t matter who dropped that skate, or who sharpened it so jaggedly, there was still a scar stretching from your ankle to your knee. One that Viktor assured you wouldn’t heal, if you were lucky. “It’s a tragedy. On the bright side, you’ll never have to jog again, dear.”
The host laughed, along with the majority of the audience. But, her hyper, high-pitched voice managed to catch you off-guard. “And I’m sure this whirlwind romance isn’t popular with your fans. You two were rivals a few months ago, I mean. And didn’t (Y/n) call you a ‘delusional, goddamn stalker’ many, many times before you got together, Viktor?”
You cringed, already regretting being so… open with your feelings. That clip was one of Viktor’s favorites, the one he’d play as he held you in his lap, telling you that he’s so glad you changed your mind. During his ‘private training sessions’ (a more romantic name for the times his words weren’t enough to keep you in place), he’d have you recite those three little words until your throat was sore, if only to give him the resolve to carry-out whatever he had planned out. Even at the small reminder, you could feel Viktor growl against your skin, pressing a quick, toothy kiss into your jugular. When he spoke, his voice was lower than it had been. More serious. “People change their minds. It’s human nature. Someone was just a little scared of me, at first. Did you know she used to be one of my biggest fans?”
Used to be. But, you shrugged, trying to brush this off as casually as you could. “I guess I was intimidated, and I might’ve said a few things I didn’t mean.”
“Then you seem to have a type, Mr. Nikiforov,” She chuckled, pausing to lean forward. “Tell me, do you always date your students? Between (Y/n) and your last partner, Yuuri, your only pick-up line seems to be ‘Hey, wanna win gold?’.”
“If it works,” Viktor replied, pulling you closer. You didn’t have time to object before his lips met yours, forcing a drawn-out (albeit soft) kiss onto you. By the time he pulled away, your fists were clenched at your sides, the imprints of your nails carved into your palm. But, you smiled, resting your forehead against his and stringing your arms around his neck. “But, we’re going to be together for a lot longer than Yuuri and I were. And with that injury, I think I’ll be taking very good care of my fiancée, for a very long time.”
You frowned as his grin widened, fingertips trailing delicately over your scar. But, you took his hand regardless, the coldness of his engagement ring burning your skin. “Til death do us part, right?”
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cheerysmores · 5 years
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Stop the World. Take a Picture.
Take about 1000 words of angst because I’ve been feeling pretty angsty myself recently. Honestly it was kind of cathartic
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It’s dark when Yuuri opens his eyes.
It’s like he’s being pulled from the bottom of a restless sea, the confusing tapestry of dreams slowly dissolving into puddles of fading sound and colour until the soft edges of his room blurrily take shape around him.
He slowly rubs his eyes, fingers biting a little harder than they needed to into his skin so he can pull himself into the present. He knows he hasn’t been sleeping long, the cool from his toothpaste still lingering a little at the back of his mouth, the tiredness of the day’s training still softly burning in his joints like the embers of a dying bonfire.
He holds in the groan when he registers the gentle pad of feet against the carpet, the smell of the Spring’s wind permeating the still air of the room.
Not again.
He’d stopped waiting up days ago, deciding it was better to leave the other coffee in the microwave and scoot over to the far side of the bed so he couldn’t hear the door opening.
He needed his sleep. The ice was where he was useful and he was done letting his body deteriorate all for the sake of a quiet hello and a tired glare.
Welcome to your happily ever after Yuuri.
He feels the dip of the mattress as Victor sits down, the sound of his sigh whispering coldly around the walls followed by the gentle slap of his head hitting his upturned palms. He’s heard it before. The sound of Victor’s defeat is practically sewn into the duvet around him. It used to break his heart, but apparently all the effort in the world wasn’t enough to help him anymore.
Yuuri doesn’t need to wonder what he looks like, the sight of dishevelled hair, bleach-white skin and aching purple smudges under his eyes still a stark memory from where he’d looked across from the other end of the rink earlier. He wanted to say something, the same way he’d wanted to say something for weeks now. Every time Victor fell, every time he heard something crash in the shower, every time he could feel his body shaking with deathly silent sobs next to him, but the words were always batted away with the same cold indifference.
In the end he decided it was best not to comment anymore. He knows ignoring the issue won’t make it go away, but frankly he’s tired of trying to find solutions for something that clearly isn’t meant to be mended.
There’s a vague shuffle and a soft thump against the carpet, perhaps from Victor removing his shoes, before Yuuri feels his full weight drop next to him.
He doesn’t move, but sees Victor slowly turn until the blurred shadow of his silhouette lies parallel to him. The chill of the ice still clings to his clothes, the smell of old coffee a rich note with each gentle exhale. Even in the darkness the soft blue of his eyes shine like the distant lighthouse through the mist.
They used to be his anchor, his way home. But now he’s more lost than ever, the sea of everything going on around them forever beating him back against the rocks until he lost the energy to try and swim away.
They widen a little when Victor sees that he’s woken him.
“Yuuri?” His voice is sandpapery and hushed. Exhausted.
“Mmmmm.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s fine,” he murmurs, trying to focus on Victor’s face. His expression is like a faraway breeze. Cold. Not quite in the same moment.
“No it’s not. You have to be up early.”
Yuuri sighs and turns away from him, the muted look on his face just a little too raw to handle right now. “It’s not like it’s the first time.” He doesn’t feel guilty about being snide. He’s too tired to care.
They both knew that Victor remaining his coach and competing at the same time was going to be a challenge, but he’d waved it off, so sure of himself as the Ice God that he once was that no amount of work could wear him down. He’d been untouchable ever since he first placed a blade on the ice, what was this challenge to someone like Victor Nikiforov?
Nothing could possibly break him.
He feels Victor’s exhale brush the skin of his back, leaving the softest patch of warmth. Yuuri flinches away, the ghost of intimacy almost as painful as a physical strike.
He hears the gentlest squeak of the mattress as Victor rolls to the other side of the bed, the sheets pulled taught between them.
Yuuri wants to wonder how they got here or even where here really is but, he knows there isn’t a real answer. It had started as a crack, the smallest split as their schedules got busier  but it had worn away oh so slowly, like the ocean beating at the cliffs, until Yuuri felt like they were standing on opposite continents. Even the ice between them didn’t feel strong enough for them to meet in the middle anymore.
“Maybe whoever gets in last should sleep in the guest bedroom.” Victor’s words are calm. As nonchalant as if he’d just suggested what to have for dinner tomorrow.
Uncaring.
Yuuri clenches a fist into the sheets. He wants to turn around. Wants more then anything to somehow make this right, find the way back to where they were, when things were easy. Wants to pull him close and whisper a thousand apologies into his chest until his skin is pink and wet with all his regret.
I miss you.
I’m so angry but I’m scared to tell you.
Please just talk to me.
Eventually he closes his eyes again and pushes his head further into the pillow, trying to ignore the reddened glare of the alarm pointedly reminding him that  he has to be up in three hours for training.
“Yeah. Maybe.”
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Will I write more? Maybe. I did HERE Bonus points if you know where the title comes from!
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adreamingsongbird · 6 years
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FOR MY SAD ANON: a snippet of a high fantasy au with wandmaster yuuri and royal sorcerer viktor, which when i one day get around to writing it will be a collab with @artofmarylarson !!!
The week after Lord Nikiforov’s first visit to his shop, Yuuri puts a little chime above his door, one that lets out a melodious tinkling of bells that sounds a little like silver rainfall on the pebbles by a stream, and hopes that it’ll mean he won’t be caught unawares again.  That was so embarrassing, stammering his way through a conversation with Lord Nikiforov of all people, the King’s very own Head of Sorcery!  He never wants to think about that again.  What a mess he was.
He goes through his daily routine to keep his mind off it, just as he has every day for the past week, and reminds himself to breathe. He makes breakfast and feeds Vicchan, sings to the flowers in the side hall so that they can eventually turn into charms, and takes a break with some honeyed tea so he doesn’t strain his throat. Then he dances for a while, laughing as he twines magic around his fingers and spins it into an imaginary partner, composed of wind and leaves that twirl about as he whirls and skips his way around the room, and Vicchan yips happily and chases his feet.
He’s watering the potion-herbs in the front room when his chime twinkles merrily, and he looks up, a polite Hello, how may I help you on his lips, only to find—
Lord Nikiforov.
The words die in his throat.
Viktor Nikiforov is dressed just as regally as he was last time, with a long red, velvety cape lined with maroon silk and trimmed with lace.  Underneath he wears a dashingly-cut dark suit, trimmed to fit him in all the right places, and embroidered with rich rune-patterns that swim and sparkle, dazzling the eye.  His long silver hair is braided even more intricately today, a dizzying pattern of plaits and swirls, and as he surveys the shop in all his elegance and finery, Yuuri wants to shrink.  He feels inadequate next to this man, all over again.
“Ah!  Master Katsuki!”
Vaguely, Yuuri realizes he’s probably just drowned his poor thyme and winces, immediately putting the watering can down.  “Ah, um, yes, hello.  I mean—welcome, Lord Nikiforov.  You’re… um… back soon.”
“I am,” Viktor Nikiforov agrees pleasantly.  Yuuri walks over to his spell counter, feeling like he’s in a daze, and checks his notebook quickly, wondering if there was an order he was supposed to have filled but just somehow forgot about.  There isn’t, and his stomach fills with dread—did he forget to write it down?
Heart in his throat and anxiety thrumming in his veins, Yuuri swallows hard and asks, “Wh-what can I do for you today, my lord?”
“Oh, please, just Viktor is fine,” Viktor Nikiforov—uhm, that is, Viktor—says with an airy wave of the hand.  He comes closer, leans on the wooden counter between them, and smiles winsomely.  “I appear to have broken my wand.  Again.”
Yuuri’s eyes widen.  “Oh.”
Viktor produces it from his sleeve with a flourish, and Yuuri has to do a double take.  The wood is—it’s completely snapped in half, not just cracked like it was last time, and the little lines of magic are flickering, fading, dying.  Tears prick at his eyes as shame churns in his gut.  Did he—did he really fail so badly at repairing it last time?  He thought…
“I’m very sorry,” he murmurs, hanging his head.  “I don’t know what I did wrong, but I will be very careful today—”
“What?”  Viktor sounds very surprised, almost alarmed, and then to Yuuri’s shock he actually reaches over and cups Yuuri’s chin, forcing his head up to meet his gaze. “Oh, no, Master Katsuki, your work was impeccable.  I assure you, this was completely my fault.  I don’t suppose you could help a foolish sorcerer out again, could you?”
He bats his eyelashes at Yuuri, then winks, smiling cheerily, and Yuuri is so bewildered by how one man can be so incredibly charming that he forgets to be anxious as all hell and just asks, “How in the world did you manage…?”
Viktor waves a hand again, as if he has not a care in the world.  “Oh, you know.”
Yuuri, in fact, does not know, but he supposes there’s a reason he’s just a wandmaster and not a sorcerer.  Perhaps there are spells of great power that put too much strain on Viktor’s wand.  Maybe he was in a duel!
Yuuri clasps his hands around the two broken halves and bows slightly.  “I can fix this, Lord Nikiforov—”
“Viktor,” Viktor corrects, smiling, and Yuuri nods quickly.
“I—Viktor.  I can fix this, Viktor, but, um, it will take some time, I’m afraid…”
“That’s alright!” Viktor says breezily, his smile growing.  “I had a feeling it might.  Don’t worry, Yuuri, my schedule is free today.  I can wait as long as you need!”
Yuuri frowns at him, suddenly emboldened by his lack of consideration of Yuuri’s business.  “Yes, well, did you consider that I might also have other orders to work on today as well, and that generally long repairs are done by appointment?”
Viktor frowns back, as if he hadn’t actually considered that. “Oh.”
“Yes,” Yuuri agrees.  “Oh.”
Viktor drums his fingers on the counter surface, sighing, and then perks up.  “Would there be a way I could ask you to do it first?  I could pay you double the price, if you would.  I just do need it as soon as possible.”
Yuuri balks.  “Twice—oh, no, that’s too much!  I usually charge half the price again for something like this—”
“Consider the rest a tip, then,” Viktor says, reaching into a pocket of his suit and retrieving a silk wallet.  Firmly, he places several gold coins on the counter, and Yuuri’s eyes widen.  That’s definitely more than double his original price.  
“I—you don’t need—”
“For exceptional service,” Viktor adds with a wink, and before Yuuri can process that, he reaches over, takes his hand (his gloves are so soft, Yuuri realizes faintly), and lifts it to his lips.  Yuuri has to swallow a loud squeak when Viktor kisses his knuckles—not just a touch, but a full-on kiss, and uh wow okay this should not make him as weak in the knees as it is doing, but—
Vicchan starts yapping up a storm from the supply room, and Yuuri yanks his hand away as if burned.  “I—there’s a—I have to—one minute please—I’ll be back!  Please wait here!”
He all but sprints into the supply room and nearly slams the door, sinking down with his back against it as Vicchan leaps at him and burrows into his arms, licking his cheeks with frantic reassurance.  He has the best familiar.  Vicchan knows how to get him out of scary situations.
“Thank you, Vicchan,” he coos, kissing the dog’s head. “You’re a good boy.  You’re such a good boy, my Vicchan, yes you are… You get extra treats today, you do.”
Vicchan paws at his chest and licks his chin again. Yuuri sighs.
When he gets his heart rate back under control and forces himself to head back to the front room to face Viktor, this time with Vicchan cradled safely against his chest, he finds his interesting client surveying the herbs Yuuri was watering earlier.  He has such nice shoulders, and that cape really brings them out, especially from behind…
“Sorry about that interruption,” Yuuri manages, feeling much more at ease with Vicchan in his arms.  Viktor turns around, and his face lights up immediately.
“Oh!  Master Katsuki, your dog is so cute,” he croons, coming over immediately to offer Vicchan a hand to sniff. Vicchan licks it, and Viktor—oh no—Viktor actually giggles, and Yuuri feels his heart skip at least twelve beats.
“H-he is, yes,” he agrees faintly, while Viktor scratches under Vicchan’s chin.  Vicchan normally doesn’t let strangers just touch him like this, but with Viktor he’s fine, and Yuuri doesn’t know how to feel about that.  His familiar is perfectly content with this stupidly attractive man cooing at him and petting his ears.
“What’s his name?” Viktor asks eagerly, and Yuuri sighs to himself.
“Vicchan.”
Vicchan perks up at the sound of his name, wriggling his way around to lick Yuuri’s chin in acknowledgment, and Viktor claps his hands in delight.
“Wow!  He’s adorable!  Did you know, I have a dog too?  She looks a lot like your Vicchan, but much bigger, about this tall—” he holds his hand a little below his hip, beaming. “Her name is Makkachin.  Say, Master Katsuki, if you ever decide to visit the city, come see me!  I’ll be glad to introduce you.  I’m sure she’d adore you!”
Yuuri blinks, processing, and nods.  “I, um, of course!”
“I’d show you what she looks like,” Viktor adds a little wryly, “but…”
Both of them look at the wand, sitting in its two halves on Yuuri’s counter.  Yuuri sighs.
“I better get to work on that,” he says, a little regretful that he has to stop talking to Viktor to get to work.  The topic of dogs is a much easier one than hand-kisses, and the way Viktor dropped his winking and charming airs to be excited actually put him much more at ease.  It’s hard to feel initimidated by someone who’s getting their hand kissed by your dog.
“Thank you for doing this, Master Katsuki,” Viktor says sincerely, still petting Vicchan’s head.  “Truly.  I appreciate it.”
Taking a gamble, Yuuri holds Vicchan out, and Viktor delightedly accepts, holding him close against his chest.  Vicchan wriggles, but to Yuuri’s mild surprise he doesn’t protest, even when Yuuri starts to walk away to the counter.
Well.
If Vicchan likes him that much…
“You can call me Yuuri,” he says, and picks up the flickering wand.
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piroco · 5 years
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Under Peaceful Tides Ch.2
Status: Work In Progress (more like a collection of One-shots really) Word Count: 973 Rating: Explicit Pairing: Yuuri Katsuki/Viktor Nikiforov Tags: Mer AU, Dancer Yuuri, Intersex Yuuri, Hunter Viktor, Fluff Warning: None AO3 Links: Here
Ever since becoming mates, Viktor has been privy to new facets of Yuuri's personality that while a bit surprising, were far from unwelcome. Indeed, Viktor could feel himself falling deeper and deeper in love with the other mer.
Yuuri was shy, terribly shy. Contrasting with the glamorous, confident persona he appeared as in the stage, Yuuri was timid, private and easily embarrassed even by the simplest compliments. Seeing the adorable blush that painted Yuuri's cheeks however only made Viktor want to smother his beautiful mate in encouragement, have everyone know of Yuuri's beauty in both body and spirit.
Yuuri was insecure, far more than Viktor expected. In spite of his talent and the continuous support Yuuri received from his fellow dances, audiences, and Viktor's own insistent praise, Yuuri didn't believe in his ability most of the time. It became a self-imposed mission for Viktor to somehow find a way to make Yuuri believe in himself as much as Viktor believed in him, and until then Viktor would be Yuuri's strength whenever he couldn't find his own.
And in spite of both previous qualities Yuuri was very, very receptive to intimacy. He radiated sensuality in his dance, as Viktor had witnessed the first time he met Yuuri, how the horse mer could so easily awaken desire within him without a single touch.
But such passionate eroticism wasn't the only intimacy Yuuri enjoyed. Sometimes Yuuri would ask to be taken under the moonlight or the first rays of morning, a lazy tumble with no other purpose than to enjoy a few more minutes of Viktor's attentions, which he was all too happy to provide.
Like tonight. Blanketed under nightfall, lying comfortably in the privacy of their nest, the mates began their nightly ritual of mutual adoration.
Viktor hands roamed over Yuuri's body, from the ridges of his scaled tail to the soft flesh of his upper body, Viktor's gaze was lost in his mate's beauty. Yuuri still didn't understand how somebody like Viktor, who could have gotten himself a mate more suited to his own radiance, could become so mesmerized by Yuuri, all short hair and plump figure and dull scales, but that didn't mean he would deny his mate's whims.
Yuuri even made sure to wear his courting necklace, made from trophies of Viktor's past competitions and the silver filaments of his own hair, along with a remnant of sheer cloth from Yuuri's previous dancing act.
Even if Yuuri couldn't be as charming as Viktor, he could be charming for Viktor. He's already noticed the sparkle in Viktor's eyes whenever Yuuri wore his courtship in public, and especially, during his acts.
Viktor's hands kept sliding up, lightly caressing over Yuuri's chest with his nails, making Yuuri shudder underneath. Playfully tracing his collarbone, Viktor took a second to admire the prismatic array of the necklace against his mate's flesh, flushed from Viktor's attentions, and then just a bit upwards Yuuri's unguarded expression — desire, anticipation, shyness and trust could be seen from his blushing cheeks to his parted lips to the sparkle of his dark eyes.
Viktor couldn't wait to see Yuuri's expression shift into more intimate, bare emotions.
Tracing the side of Yuuri's face, Viktor held his cheek with one hand as the other slid downwards. Moving closer, Viktor caught Yuuri's lower lip between his teeth, nibbling as he drank in the sight that came out of Yuuri's throat.
Soon he found Yuuri's slit, hidden between the scales below his hips, and dipped two fingers inside. A low pleased growl rumbled within Viktor's throat in response to the soft, pliant flesh of Yuuri's insides, knowing it was because of Viktor's own attentions. Yuuri himself wasn't as quiet, a drawn-out moan coming out of his lips, giving out the smallest hint of Yuuri's fangs — kind of adorable and much shorter than Viktor's, but just as sharp, so similar to their owner.
It was evident his mate didn't need further preparation, but Viktor couldn't help but tease. The only want Viktor cared to fulfill was that of seeing Yuuri unravel in his arms, to feel him shiver under his fingers, to hear him cry over the pleasure Viktor brought him. To sate not his body but his soul in Yuuri.
His fingers slid deeper, past his knuckles, caressing Yuuri's sensitive walls. Yuuri cried out in pleasure, the tip of his tail coiling in reflex, but Viktor continued uninterrupted, fingers sliding back and then going deeper, making the other mer tremble and gasp in arousal. It didn't take much longer for Yuuri's member to slide out of his slit.
Before Viktor could take him in hand however, Yuuri's eyes locked into his'.
"Viktor..." he gasped, "I'm already... Aren't you going to—?"
Viktor kissed him into silence, and Yuuri let him, parting his lips further to let his mate in, seeking Viktor's tongue with his own and breathing under the new onslaught of pleasure that shook his body. When they broke apart, Viktor spoke again.
"We'll have time for that once the warm season comes. Tonight let me worship you, my love."
A whisper of his mate's name was all the answer Yuuri could give.
Viktor's idle hand slid down then, tracing a path over Yuuri's skin and scales much like before until he reached his mate's neglected cock and took him, caressing and pumping at the same relaxed rhythm as the fingers inside his mate.
A long, drawn, unabashed cry, vaguely resembling Viktor's name, was all the warning the betta had before Yuuri's climax spilled out of him. Viktor's only regret was not being able to see his mate fully, see every detail of his skin, his scales, his gestures and expressions, and he slowly slid into ecstasy.
But the adoring smile Yuuri gave him in their afterglow was worth that petty loss.
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mypoorfaves · 6 years
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I’m in Trouble Deep
At the cue of the beep, Yuuri at last removes the thermometer from his mouth. His eyes widen as he catches sight of the reading. His hands shake and his breath starts to come a little faster. This can't be happening.
“Yuuri? Yuuri, what is it? What’s wrong?”
His eyes remain glued to the numbers, as if staring them down will cause the device to reconsider its evaluation. But much to his dismay, the display still reads a solid 103.2.
“There’s another one, another baby inside of me...” Yuuri says, voice hushed and trembling. “I’mーI’m even more pregnant!”
A follow-up to 102.1 Babies, in which Yuuri is sick and in his fevered delirium believes Victor's eros actually got him pregnant.
4200~ words
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Yuuri awakens slowly, held in the arms of Victor Nikiforov. The future father of his 102.1 children, Yuuri dazedly remembers, feeling much less panicked about the situation than he had been previously. His whole body feels heavy, but it's a comfortable kind of heavy. He is limply draped over Victor, the relaxing sound of his heartbeat still sounding against his ear as he rests his head on Victor’s chest.
Victor’s arms are wrapped around Yuuri's back, the embrace protective but slackened as the man remains asleep. His arms are so strong and firmーYuuri smiles as he remembers being carried in those arms. As wonderful as that had felt, being held like this feels just as lovely, perhaps even moreso. Not being carried means Yuuri has the ability to move, to feel every inch of Victor’s skin on his. And Yuuri can initiate touch.
Victor’s skin is soft, smooth, everything Yuuri had always imagined it would be, and now he has it all under his fingertips as he traces mindless patterns on Victor’s arm. Victor remains in the embrace of sleep, serenity written on his perfect face, smoothed out and peaceful. His hair is somehow still immaculate, his bangs falling so gracefully over his eyes. He looks like a sleeping prince, waiting to be awakened by his true love’s kiss.
Unconsciously, Yuuri traces Victor’s lips, pink and slightly parted and oh-so tempting.
It's unfair, Yuuri thinks, that Victor is going to be the father of his children and the two of them have yet to even kiss. It's quite rude, actually, for Victor to knock him up so suddenly and without warning, without consent. Surely an apology is in order. And Yuuri knows just what he wants as that apology.
Yuuri leans in, ready to make good on what he wants. Close up like this, he can see the fine, sweeping hairs of Victor’s silver eyelashes. Yuuri's breath catches in his chest at the sight. How is it possible for one man to be so goddamn beautiful?
He inches his face even closer to Victor, their lips just a hair's breadth apart. Victor’s soft exhales ghost over Yuuri's skin, timing with the steady rise and fall of his chest. Yuuri's heartbeat thrums faster and faster with every second he hesitates, realizing what he's about to do.
“Just do it,” a part of him snaps at himself. “He already got you pregnant. A little kiss is nothing compared to that.”
Yuuri releases the breath he had been holding and sets his resolve.
And then blue eyesーstriking and gorgeous, like crystals catching the sunlightーare revealed from behind eyelids weighed down with sleep.
“...Yuuri?”
Yuuri remains frozen in place, unable to move, lips still so very close to where he wants them, and yet so far away.
And then they become much further away, as Yuuri frantically retreats.
“S-sorry,” Yuuri stammers, cheeks burning. “I was just… um…” wanting to kiss you  he doesn't say, lacking the courage. “Yeah…” he trails off lamely, rubbing the back of his neck as he ducks his head.
When he finds the bravery to glance up, Victor gifts him a smile, warm and intimate. It's a smile that Yuuri isn't used to seeing from him, but he is far from opposed to the idea of seeing it more often.
“Good morning, Yuuri,” Victor greets, pushing himself up to a seated position. He thankfully makes no comment on what Yuuri had just been doing. “Did you sleep well?”
Still blushing, Yuuri nods.
“How are you feeling?” Victor asks.
“Fine…” Yuuri mumbles. He has a mild headache, and his insides feel cold now that he's no longer curled up against the warmth of Victor’s body. But luckily he has yet to experience morning sickness or any other discomforts that child-bearing brings.
“Can I get you anything?” Victor offers. “Tea? Water? More blankets?”
It's then that Yuuri notices he's shivering. He nods again, words lodging in his throat.
“Yes to all three then, I guess,” Victor says with a smile, making to get up. On his way out of the room he leans in close and tips his forehead against Yuuri’s, eliciting a quiet gasp. Their faces are so close again, and it would only take one small movement to close the distance and bring their lips together. Yuuri holds his breath, waiting to see what Victor will do.
“I think your fever’s gone up,” Victor notes before pulling back, much to Yuuri's disappointment. “You still feel very warm, and your cheeks are flushed.”
Yuuri doesn't mention that his cheeks are flushed for an entirely different reason.
Seemingly not expecting a reply, Victor just hums and says something about getting a more accurate reading with the thermometer. Then he exits the room, leaving Yuuri on the bed, heart pounding and cheeks aflame.
All air rushes out of Yuuri's chest, a breath Yuuri hadn't even noticed he had been holding. He and Victor had been so close… Yuuri places a hand over his still-fluttering heart, willing it to calm, but it only retains its rapid pace as Yuuri entertains the fantasy of claiming Victor’s lips like he so desperately wants to.
What would it feel like, to have them moving so smoothly against his own? What would it taste like? What kind of sounds would Victor make? And would Victor like it as much as Yuuri would, eagerly returning the affection as they share airー
Yuuri slaps both of his palms over his reddened cheeks, abruptly stopping that train of thought. He's getting far too ahead of himself. He has other things he should be thinking about, like his current condition, and how this will affect his future moving on.
There's still so much Yuuri is unsure of. Though he's certain that if Victor remains at his side, they can figure it out together. 102.1 sounds like a lot, but they'll just have to take it one step at a time. Maybe if they bought a large plot of land, an acreage of some sort, for all of their children to run free and play on. But still, that doesn't solve the problem of the two of them having to care for over 100 newborn infants. And even before that, there's the issue of actual childbirth. Yuuri breathes through the swell of anxiety at the thought. If this situation is anything like the fanfiction that Yuuri used to read, thenー
“Found it!” Victor announces, reentering the room. “I found the thermometer!”
Yuuri snaps his head up, watching as Victor plops down onto the bed next to him, oblivious to his slowly-festering inner turmoil.
“Open up,” Victor directs, guiding the thermometer into Yuuri's mouth. Wordlessly he accepts, closing his lips around the device. He patiently waits for it to finish, though he can't help but wonder why they even need to do this when he already did last night.
At the cue of the beep, Yuuri at last removes the thermometer from his mouth. His eyes widen as he catches sight of the reading. His hands shake and his breath starts to come a little faster. This can't be happening.
“Yuuri? Yuuri, what is it? What’s wrong?”
His eyes remain glued to the numbers, as if staring them down will cause the device to reconsider its evaluation. But much to his dismay, the display still reads a solid 103.2.
“There’s another one, another baby inside of me...” Yuuri says, voice hushed and trembling. “I’mーI’m even more pregnant!” 102.1 he could do, maybe, but this?!
Yuuri struggles to control his breathing, and is vaguely aware of Victor slipping the device from his hands. Yuuri gasps, the simple brush of Victor’s skin on his sparking the realization of what’s happening: Yuuri got pregnant without Victor even touching him. From zero babies straight to 102.1, just overnight. And now that Victor has been cuddling him, touching him, been in such close proximity, his eros is only impregnating Yuuri further. And will only continue to impregnate him further.
At this rate, if Yuuri is around Victor for any longer, he’s not sure he’s going to survive.
“103.2… What is that in Celsius?” Victor muses aloud to himself, then shakes his head. “Whatever it is, it doesn’t sound good. We should get that down. I’ll get you some cold water and a wash cloth. Just lay down,” he says, placing a hand on Yuuri’s chest to gently ease his back to the mattress.
Yuuri flinches at the touch as if burned, instead scuttling back against the headboard.
Victor withdraws his hand immediately, confusion and worry written all over his features. “Yuuri?”
“Stay away from me!” Yuuri shouts, voice wavering and chest heaving. Victor shouldn’t be touching him, it’s too dangerous. “If you come any closer, I’ll burst!”
“Yuuri…” Victor reaches out a very tentative hand towards him. Yuuri squeezes his eyes shut with a whimper, unable to put any more distance between him and Victor. Victor who sighs, his hand never making contact with Yuuri. “I only want to help you…”
“Please,” Yuuri whispers. “Just leave me alone…”
The room is silent for a long moment. Then the bed creaks as Victor gets up. Even with his eyes closed, Yuuri can follow Victor’s movement around the room, until he eventually leaves, quietly closing the door on his way out.
Yuuri cracks his eyes open, finding that he is indeed alone. For a moment, Yuuri contemplates what Victor is doing, where he’s going now that Yuuri has kicked him out. A part of him feels bad that he did kick Victor out so abruptly, but that regret is overcast by the relief he feels knowing that he’s safe for now.
103.2. Okay. He can still manage this. If they get the acreage Yuuri was thinking about earlier, then surely one more addition to the family wouldn’t be too significant? Not that this new child won't be significant to Yuuri; he's not the kind of parent to play favourites like that.
But how does Yuuri even know that he won't get pregnant again, just from being close to Victor?
Yuuri sprawls out on the bed, a tired sigh escaping his lips. Has Yuuri's bed always been this spacious? This empty? He and Victor had fit together so perfectly on it. And Yuuri swears he has never slept better than he had then, with Victor’s arms wrapped around him and his heart a steady and reassuring beat against Yuuri's ear.
The silence in the room now is deafening, drilling into Yuuri's ears and making his head ache even further, and making his heart ache most of all.
He had cast Victor out of his room for his own good. Yuuri getting any more babies than the 103.2 he has now would only cause trouble for the both of them. But that doesn't change the fact that he wants him here.
Fighting back tears, Yuuri pushes the thoughts from his mind. He shuts his eyes and forces them to stay that way until sleep eventually takes him.
Fire, burning under his skin and encasing his whole body greets Yuuri when he next wakes up.
With an agonized groan, he further spreads his body out on the bed. Everything hurts. His throat is sore and painfully dry. The headache he had fallen asleep withーa dull pulsing painーhas since morphed into what feels like railroad spikes being driven into his skull. His earlier chills are gone, replaced with sweltering heat. He peels the blanket off his boiling body and tosses it onto the floor. Earlier, Victor had said he was going to get another blanket for Yuuri, but he swears he feels his internal temperature increase at the sole thought.
He doesn't need another blanket. What he needs is an ice bath. And perhaps a throat transplant.
He’s caught off guard by a sudden set of sneezes, the action sending pain shooting through his already-aching head. Ugh, and now he needs tissues too.
And he doesn't need it, per se, but a cuddle buddy would be nice, for comfort. He normally would settle for Makkachin, but the dog is sadly nowhere to be found. Though now, after the experience of last night and this morning, Yuuri feels like her curly brown fur doesn't quite compare to Victor’s smooth and soft skin and how nice it felt on his own.
Yuuri again forces the thoughts of Victor from his mind as he blindly fumbles a hand over to the bedside table. His fingers wrap around something small and made of plastic, then without any memory of putting it there, the device ends up in Yuuri’s mouth. Victor seemed to believe that doing this was important, so Yuuri’s body appears to be acting on autopilot. Yuuri smiles at the thought that maybe it's his motherly (fatherly?) instincts kicking in, to ensure the health of his dear future children. All 103.2 of them.
Or maybe not that many, Yuuri thinks as he reads the digital display.
102.2
Yuuri blinks. Rubs his eyes. Looks again. It's still the same.
An emotion Yuuri cannot identify begins to manifest in his chest.
Okay. This is… this is a good thing, right? Right. It must be. Not having Victor here with Yuuri is working and is making it so Yuuri doesn't get any more pregnant. Yes, this has to be good. Less babies is good!
Yuuri gasps as the realization hits him. He has less babies now. Not as many as he did before. Which can only mean…
“I killed my baby,” Yuuri whispers to himself in hushed horror.
He clamps a hand over his mouth to muffle the sob that wants to come out. He's a terrible parent and an even worse human being. He was a fool to think he could do this alone.
But how could he not? Having Victor with him would only mean more trouble. It would only be more dangerous and would make things worse.
But could it really be worse than this?
Tears run hot down Yuuri’s burning cheeks. He makes no effort to wipe them away and lets them flow freely and without restraint.
So many emotions tug at his heart and leave him aching. Regret, at having been so cold to Victor and sending him away. Loss, at the life he never got the chance to know. Fear, at the uncertainty of what is to come. Helplessness, when he dares to imagine his future. But most of all he feels overwhelming loneliness as he suffers with skin too hot in a bed too cold.
Goddamn it all, he wants Victor! He wants Victor to hold him and stroke his hair and tell him everything will be alright, because Victor will make it alright.
But… Victor probably hates him now. He wouldn't be surprised if Victor has already packed his bags and is boarding the next plane to Russia. Yuuri wipes his tears, refusing to let any more fall. Maybe if he hurries, he can still catch Victor before he leaves. Then he can fix everything.
Yuuri sets his resolve and sits up and is just about to get out of bed when, by some miracle, the door slowly opens revealing none other than Victor himself. In his hands he carries a tray. He makes no move towards the bed, instead he remains by the door as if afraid to even enter the room.
“I brought you some food,” Victor says by way of greeting. “If you want some, that is.” He holds up the items in his hands with an unsure expression on his face, at least until a smile breaks out on Yuuri’s face.
Relief emerges on Victor’s features, mirroring the lightness in Yuuri's chest at knowing Victor isn't leaving him after all. He approaches the bed and sits down next to Yuuri, placing the tray in his lap. Yuuri doesn't even flinch. He’s far too preoccupied trying to fend off a sudden wave of tears.
Upon closer inspection Yuuri sees the tray holds food: a bowl of soup, some rice, and a steaming cup of what looks to be tea. Yuuri’s throat feels tight in a way that has nothing to do with his illness. Did Victor make all of this himself?
“I had your mother help me,” Victor says, as if reading Yuuri’s mind. “She made the soup, and also the rice. I made the rest.”
Yuuri suppresses a laugh. “The only other thing on there is tea,” he points out.
“Which I worked very hard to make,” Victor says, feigning offense at Yuuri’s lack of faith in his cooking skills.
This time Yuuri is unable to hold his laughter back, and when it falls from his lips all of the tension and uncertainty from before instantly melts away. His previous fears abated, he can only find comfort in Victor’s presence next to him, not even worried in the slightest about the closeness of their proximity.
“We’ll get through this,” Yuuri says, to Victor and also to himself. “Together.”
Victor flashes him a smile. “Together,” he agrees, and Yuuri lets himself believe it. Whether they have 100 babies, or 1000, or perhaps even more, if Victor is at his side then he knows with certainty that there is nothing to fear.
Yuuri wakes up to a dry mouth, an aching throat and an uncomfortable sheen of dried sweat on his skin. He is no longer stuck in a haze of unfiltered thoughts and words and the endless cycle of alternating chills and heat. His head feels clearer than the previous many hours, but it's that very gap in his memory that leaves him feeling disorientated.
“Victor?” Yuuri croaks, voice an absolute wreck. He winces, more at the sound than the pain. “Can y’get me some water?”
The words catch the wrong way, sending him into a fit of coughs that do absolutely nothing to ease the fire in his throat. He’s helpless to do anything but curl in on himself as the fit dishes out its worst.
A hand on his arm gently but firmly eases him so he's sitting up, and Yuuri feels the tightness gripping his chest ease. With the change in position, he manages to catch his breath, panting as he slumps against Victor’s shoulder.
“Here,” Victor says as he brings a glass of water to Yuuri's lips. Yuuri takes the glass, relief flooding through him as the cool liquid runs down his battered throat. Victor’s hand comes to rub comforting circles on Yuuri's back, and Yuuri lets him, melting a little at the touch.
“Thanks,” Yuuri breathes, and then very nearly stops breathing as he comes back to his senses. “You’re… in my bed with me…” Yuuri notices, a blush rising in his cheeks.
“Yes. I have been for the past day or so,” Victor says. “Do you not remember?”
Yuuri tries to think back, but his memories are unclear, lost to the haze of fever, and he can't make sense of them. “No, not really.”
Victor laughs.
Tosses his head back and laughs.
Dread settles like a leaden weight in the pit of Yuuri’s stomach.
“You were quite out if it,” Victor says, mischief in his eyes, unmasked amusement in his smile.
“Oh god,” Yuuri moans. He really doesn't want to know the answer, but still he can't help but ask, “...Did I say anything weird?”
A wicked grin breaks out on Victor’s face. “You thought the thermometer was some kind of pregnancy test. You were positively convinced my eros got you pregnant.”
Yuuri buries his face under the covers with an anguished groan, wanting the bedsheets to swallow him whole so he never has to see another human being again, especially not Victor.
“Please let me die.” Yuuri’s face, still hidden, is bright red and blazing, and not from fever.
“Aww, but I don't want you to die, Yuuri!” Victor says. “You're far too cute.”
“Stop…”
“Adorable. Precious. My biggest fan,” he lists, still far too amused for Yuuri's liking. “And apparently you used to read fanfiction?”
An undignified squeak escapes Yuuri. He pulls his head from the covers and whips around to face Victor. “H-how do you know about that?”
“How do you think? You told me!”
“I don't remember that,” Yuuri says, hoping that will encourage Victor to drop the subject. Instead, much to Yuuri's horror, the opposite happens.
“Well, I most certainly do!” Victor says, all too happy to refresh his memory. “You mentioned something about mpregsー” Yuuri thought it was impossible for his cheeks to get any darker, and yet here he isー “and also sharing one bed. You asked me to sleep with you! And yet I’ve asked you for so long only to have the door shut in my face every time,” Victor laments with a playful pout. “I’m just glad we finally got to sleep together,” Victor says. “And I got to see your room! It's so nice in here! I don't know why you didn't let me in before.” He trails off in thought as he looks around the room. His gaze becomes fixed on the barren, empty walls, as if studying them, until his eyes fall back on Yuuri. “...Unless it's because you're hiding something from me, that you don't want me to see!”
Yuuri goes rigid.
Victor grins.
He hops up from the bed, scouring Yuuri's room as if he were a pirate looking for buried treasure, and Yuuri flings himself after Victor with a panicked shriek.
“No no no, there's nothing!” Yuuri lies, waving both hands in front of him. “Nothing embarrassing in here!”
“Oh, so it's embarrassing! Now I have to find it!”
“No, Victor wait!”
Yuuri launches himself after Victor, latching himself onto the man's back. Next thing Yuuri knows he and Victor are tumbling onto the bed, the latter of the two in a fit of laughter. Soon Yuuri can't help but join in, laughing until his sides ache and his cheeks are comfortably sore, possible poster discovery forgotten.
In fact, everything is forgotten. Everything that isn't the man in front of him. Victor looks so beautiful in this moment. The way his eyes light up when he laughs, as if it's a wonderful new feeling to be experiencing such joy. His hair is just the right amount of tousled to be attractive, and Yuuri realizes the disarray must be from when he slept in this bed with Yuuri, keeping a close watch on him until his eyes eventually closed and he allowed himself to rest.
Things settle. Their laughter fades away until it's just the sound of their quiet and still-quick breathing.
Yuuri can't remember much about his time being sick, but something about being close to Victor like he is now seems so familiar… like he's been here before… with their foreheads nearly touching, and so little space between their lips that Yuuri cannot help but wonder what would happen if he took that leap.
Victor must be thinking the same. He cups Yuuri’s cheek, warm and reddened in a way that is no longer caused by his fever. His voice is as soft and tender as his touch. “You seemed to want this earlier.”
It takes Yuuri a moment to find his voice. He licks his lips, swallowing down the last of his nervousness as he meets Victor's gaze.
“I want this now too.”
That's all it takes, and Victor closes the distance, Yuuri meeting him halfway.
It's a soft and quick brush of their lips that only lasts for a few seconds, if that, but it still leaves Yuuri breathless and with his heart soaring.
And then his heart promptly drops, crashing down hard onto the ground as he remembers that while he may be feeling better than he has in days, he is far from fully recovered.
Victor notices his panic and before Yuuri can even begin to voice his apologies for infecting Victor, he fixes Yuuri with the most lovestruck look he has ever seen anybody give anyone in his entire life.
“If kissing you means I get sick,” Victor begins, eyes bright and smile even brighter, “then I'd like to get sick every day for the rest of my life.”
Yuuri can only stare at Victor as his heart tries to figure out how to fall into a healthy rhythm again. It was an impossible task from the start.
“Prove it,” Yuuri says with the inclination of a challenge, and Victor does.
He kisses Yuuri again and again, until all there is the bliss of Victor’s lips on his and Yuuri is positively melting.
Victor’s urgent voice, and hands roughly shaking his shoulders pulls Yuuri from the clutches of sleep.
“Yuuri!” Victor says, and when Yuuri opens his eyes he can see the intensity in Victor’s own, burning behind the evident fever. “Yuuri, look!”
Yuuri blinks at the the thermometer held in front of his face until the numbers come into focus, and Yuuri would be worried if not for the excitement colouring Victor's voice.
“Yuuri, I'm pregnant!”
An excitement that Yuuri cannot say he echoes.
“Your babies must have transferred over to me when we kissed! I'm going to be a father! Or wait… a mother? A parent! We're going to be parents, Yuuri!”
Yuuri responds by burying himself back under the covers with a groan, mentally preparing himself for the long days and longer nights that are sure to come.
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Chapter 2
It’s late and I’m kind of dead after the days I’ve had at work so just. Have this.
The one where moving in together means adjusting to a lot of changes and personal quirks, and things take time.
Yuuri and Viktor were gone with work a lot. They were probably out of the country more they were actually there, so for the most part, Yuri and Otabek were on their own in the building. Which was just fine by him. They had a system, and the system worked.
“Ow! Shit, sorry.” Well, most of the time. When they weren’t hitting each other by swinging doors open, it did. “Ow. Uhh… are you ok?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine. Ow, ow ow. It’s just a bump. Don’t worry.” Otabek’s nose was bleeding, but they had a first aid kit. You could fix a nose with one of those. Definitely.
So you see, the system worked.
***
During the first couple of weeks, things were… stilted. Definitely stilted. They were most definitely not tip-toeing around each other, though. They were just asking questions constantly to be considerate. Not because they suddenly weren’t sure how to act around each other.
And, okay. Maybe Otabek woke up much earlier than him, and most of the time the coffee had already gone cold, but that’s why Otabek had a microwave.
“Good morning.” he’d say, after freezing for a second in the entrance to the kitchen, despite doing the same thing for a couple of weeks now.
“… ‘Morning.”
A few seconds later, Yuri would finally walk in and grab the extra cup of coffee to microwave it. “Thanks,” he’d say. Otabek would nod.
Eventually, Yuri would sit across from him with his coffee and sip at it at set intervals. Lately, he’s even been trying to make conversation.
It was fine. They just had to get the hang of things. Like locking doors, or knocking.
“Oh.” Otabek slammed the door to the bathroom shut. “Uh, sorry. Sorry about that.”
“Knock on doors!”
“I forgot! I’m sorry! We have keys, though, you know!”
***
Mornings were not Yuri’s favourite time of the day. To be fair, they probably weren’t anyone’s. He refused to believe that the day started before he drank at least one cup of coffee. So he appreciated the fact that when he walked into the kitchen, there was now always a mug next to the microwave that he could just pop in and then drink.
While that heated up, he turned around to the pantry to grab a bagel, just for the sake of ingesting something that was not caffeine.
“Aren’t you going to have breakfast?” He jumped away from the hand placed on his shoulder before he heard the words.
“Sorry, I… should I not do that?”
Yuri was actually moved by the genuine concern Otabek seemed to express.
“No, no that’s fine. Just make sure I can see you coming and it’s fine.”
Otabek didn’t look entirely convinced, but he seemed to move on for the moment. “So, my question?”
Yuri blinked a couple of times. “Oh! About breakfast?” he remembered. He frowned, then looked down at his bagel. “Uhh… This is breakfast?”
Otabek frowned even more. “You should try to eat better in the mornings. Breakfast’s important, you know.” he said, moving towards the fridge. Yuri was pretty sure his brain was moving to slowly to process this, so he made it a point to grab his now-hot coffee. “Eggs are fine, right?”
“Uh… sure, they’re ok.”
“Do you…. Know how to make breakfast food?” Otabek turned worried eyes on him, and Yuri felt himself blushing. That wasn’t exactly something that had been a concern before.
“I just usually grab whatever’s convenient…” he trailed off. Sometimes, not even that. Coffee and nothing else was a perfectly acceptable breakfast, too.
“Do you want to learn?”
Yuri considered that, and nodded. So Otabek pulled out the salt, and a bowl, and set to whisking the eggs - which, ok, how the fuck do you do that? - and he watched as he poured them in a pan. And yeah, that seemed simple enough. He could definitely get the hang of scrambled eggs.
The eggs sizzled for a couple of minutes in the pan when Otabek turned away from the pan for a few seconds to get two plates out. Yuri, who was left next to the eggs, flailed. Reached out for the pan. Pulled back. Reached out one hand. Turned towards Otabek and back. Stepped back. Best not to touch anything.
Thankfully, nothing was on fire when 5 seconds later, Otabek got back with the plates. Who would have thought?
“Here.”
“Oh, right. Thanks.” he stared at the plate he was handed.
They both sat down with their own plates and ate.
“These are really good.”
Otabek nodded.
Then, silence.
“By the way, do you think you’ve got a handle on running the shop?”
Yuri jumped, his focus broken from the eggs. He wasn’t sure where that was going, so he shrugged. “That depends, I guess? I still have no clue how you put in orders or handle invoices, if that’s what you mean. I can handle customers and watering the plants, though, I guess? Why?”
Otabek hesitated. “I, uh. I was wondering? Just if it’s ok, do you think you could handle the shop for a day? On your own?”
***
Two weeks later, they had papers stuck to all doors with the word ‘Knock!’ written in bold letters.
***
A short while after he started going back to school, he was regretting it.
“You might want to quote the original sources instead of the wikipedia article. Most teachers will be more willing to accept those. Look for the sources Wikipedia quotes at the bottom of the article.” Otabek told him as he set a cup of tea next to him. Yuri groaned.
“What is it with teachers and assigning essays at the same damn time? Seriously, we had like, none of these to write until last week.” he complained. He made a point to take Otabek’s advice, though.
“You keep complaining, but you already finished most of them.” Otabek said as he sat on the couch with his own tea.
“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” he grumbled. It was true, though. Now that he actually bothered to show up, his grades had picked up almost immediately, and actually putting in a bit of effort meant that he was getting his work done in record time. He would almost admit that some of the stuff they were doing was kind of interesting. He had spent more time that strictly necessary on some of the projects he’d gotten done. Still, this was a matter of principle.
“Come on. When you finish with that, we can watch a bad movie together. I’ll even get takeout today, and you can complain about how bad the movie is for the rest of the evening, if you want.”
And that sounded like an offer that might persuade him. “Chinese?” he asked, letting hope bleed into his tone, and a chuckle was all the answer he needed.
“Sure. I’ll order chinese, if you just get that essay done.”
Yuri’s only answer was a cheer. He sipped at his tea, burned himself in his excitement, and twenty minutes later, the work he’d been agonizing over was done. He might have over-sold its difficulty, but he got chinese out of it, so he wasn’t going to apologise.
“Yes!” he cheered as he shut the top of the laptop. “Done! Now let’s get that movie started!”
And, ok. That knowing glint in Otabek’s eyes made him feel a bit like he’d just been played like a fiddle, but again. He was getting chinese, as well as an evening of complaining about bad movies out of the deal. He still counted that as his win.
He made quick work of pulling up the worst rom-com he could find on netflix, while Otabek went to the kitchen to put the take-out in bowls so they could pretend that they were functioning people, who weren’t taking the first excuse to get glorified instant meals.
“Here.” he said, handing Yuri his serving.
“Nice!” he said, grabbing the bowl. “Thanks! Oh, I wanted to ask, since it’s almost weekend. Do you need me to take over the shop on Saturday again?”
He sat at one end of the sofa, draping his legs over the length between him and Otabek, mimicking his friend. Otabek seemed to think for a second before answering “It’s usually pretty slow that day, so if you think you can handle it?”
Yuri waved a hand vaguely for his concerns. “Don’t worry. I think I got the hang of it lately.” Then, starting to take a bit and stopping halfway, he added “One of these days though, I’ll get you to take me to wherever you disappear to on weekends.”
“That’s not going to happen any time soon.”
That was a challenge if Yuri’s ever heard one. Of course if Otabek wanted to think he’d won this one, Yuri wouldn’t fight him on it. For now.
“Sure, Beka. I’m sure you know best.”
Otabek rolled his eyes. “Just play the movie. You’ll find out where I go on weekends when you’re older.”
***
“Yuri? You look like you’re kind of full,” Beka interrupted the movie a few minutes later. “You know, there’s no need to force yourself. If you can’t eat anymore, we can just put that in the fridge and eat the rest tomorrow.”
Yuri blinked at him, mouth still full. “We ca’ wha’ nohw?”
***
“Oh God. This is just like them. I can’t… how can I ever make fun of TV couples again?” Yuri asked himself an hour later, staring in horror at the TV. “Viktor and Katsuki are worse than any of them and there’s no way I can ever. Ever unsee those two.”
Otabek snorted in response. The only appropriate response, to be fair. He was right, after all.
“No movie romance is as over the top as them. Beka, don’t laugh! How am I ever supposed to complain about bad movies again?”
“You seem to be complaining fine.”
“It isn’t the same! Watching crappy movies and complaining about them is tradition! Therapeutic!”
“I’m sure you’ll manage.” he said, eyes fixed on the TV, now portraying the young couple sharing a passionate kiss against a sunset background, and he nearly cringed. The word ‘tacky’ came to mind. “Besides. If you want movie romance, you should ask them about how they met, someday.”
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higuchimon · 6 years
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[fanfic] In A Dark Alleyway
Title: In A Dark Alleyway Ship: Yuuri x Dennis x Sora Chapters: 1-1||Words: 2,378 Genre: Supernatural||Rated: PG Challenges: Diversity Writing (Shun and Yuuri): D60, dark fantasy genre; YGO Arc V Rare Pairs Week Notes: AU. Supernatural creatures. I would apologize to Shun, but I'm not actually sorry... Summary: It is said you would never want to meet Yuuri in a dark alley. This is not untrue. But he's not the only one that should be avoided...
Yuuri liked alleyways. They were useful places to corner prey. He’d lost count of how many times he’d chased someone who genuinely believed they could escape that way into one.
His prey always learned that escaping Yuuri required far more than a quick run between close-built buildings.
Though in fair truth, he didn’t really chase. He preferred not to run unless he absolutely had to, despite his predator’s speed. A leisurely stroll served him well, given that he could and did outpace any human with minimal effort.
Which was why he found this particular prey a little more interesting than most. He didn’t often feed off humans as young as this one, but he’d caught an interesting candy-sweet scent from this one, and he wanted to learn where it came from.
What he didn’t smell – and which caught at his curiosity even more – was even the slightest hint of fear. Whoever this was, they knew he was there, and they weren’t afraid of him. Yuuri couldn’t remember the last time he’d crossed paths with any human who knew what he was and wasn’t afraid of him.
Then the blue-haired prey stopped and very calmly turned to meet Yuuri’s eyes.
“Were you going to follow me all night and not do anything else?”
One side of Yuuri’s mouth quirked up at that. “What do you think I should do?” He strolled out of the shadows as he spoke. If the child knew he was there, then there wasn’t any reason to hide.
“Most people who follow me live to regret it. If I’m feeling nice about it.”
And the little blue haired child – surely he couldn’t have been more than twelve – smiled a smile that was as unchildlike as anything Yuuri himself had ever smiled, and to make it that much better, Yuuri saw fangs as sharp as his own bared now.
“Is that so?” Yuuri sashayed closer, one hand resting on his hip, his own fangs hidden for the moment. How long had it been since he’d met another of his own kind that he hadn’t made himself? Centuries. Perhaps even longer than that.
This place, after all, was his territory and vampires were extremely territorial. The very idea of another one entering his domain annoyed Yuuri on some level to begin with. So now he wanted answers.
“You’re quite the bold one to come here alone.” Yuuri stared down at him. “Whatever makes you think that you could survive here?”
The other produced a sucker and licked casually. “There’s plenty of good food here and good places to sleep. What else do I need?”
There were other thoughts going through his mind; Yuuri couldn’t read them without more effort than he wanted to put in at the moment, but he wasn’t so foolish that he couldn’t tell they existed.
So when the stranger tensed for the briefest moment and then leaped at Yuuri, snarling fiercely, Yuuri dodged to one side, seized the other by the shoulder with one hand, yanked their sucker away with the other, then slammed his quasi-prey against the wall.
“Perhaps someone who could tell you that this is my domain and if you want to feed off the creatures that are mine, you need to ask me first?” Yuuri bared his own fangs.
The stranger strained against Yuuri’s relentless grip to no avail. Whoever he was, he wasn’t yet experienced in hiding all of his reactions, since Yuuri clearly saw the spark of hope that appeared in his large eyes as someone else approached.
It was hope that died the moment that Yuuri spoke without bothering to look over his shoulder.
“What took you so long? We’re going to have to hunt down a different meal.”
He never fed from his own kind, few and far between as such encounters were. Vampires, after all, had no blood of their own, so they could not provide it to other vampires. At least not for feeding purposes. Vampires had other reasons to exchange blood.
Most vampires made no sound. Dennis did just to be contrary as he came closer, eyeing both Yuuri and his captive. When he spoke, even Yuuri didn’t expect what he said.
“Sora? What are you doing here?”
Yuuri’s eyes cut over to his companion. “You know him?” It wasn’t often Dennis knew people that Yuuri didn’t know that he knew.
“We’ve met before. A few cities over.” Dennis shrugged as he stood next to Yuuri. “We shared a few meals but I didn’t think he was coming here. I would have told you.”
Yuuri released Sora; Dennis had many flaws, most of which Yuuri approved of if he didn’t actually share, but being stupid wasn’t one of them. If he hadn’t found a reason to dispose of the other vampire, then he could be spared.
“I could ask you that too! If this is his territory,” Sora snapped with a toss of his head towards Yuuri, “then what are you doing here?”
“He’s mine,” Yuuri answered. “I turned him myself and he does what I tell him to do.” He reached out and ran his fingers softly through Dennis’s hair. “So he can go anywhere in my territory.”
Yuuri smiled at a sudden thought. He did like this young one’s ferocity. “If you wish the same freedom, then you can belong to me as well.” He very seldom had servants. He’d never needed them. This could well be an exception.
Sora gave him a very suspicious look. “I stopped being a servant a long time ago.”
“Maybe you did,” Yuuri agreed, licking his lips. If one vampire took the blood of another, it wasn’t a meal. It was a contract. “But if you don’t pledge to me, then you won’t stay here.”
It was his responsibility to keep the area from being overhunted, after all. All the humans here belonged to him and he made certain other vampires didn’t take more than he allowed.
Not to mention Sora intrigued him regardless, with what little he knew. The other vampire didn’t lack for courage, and Yuuri made a note to pick Dennis’s brain about him as soon as he had the chance. The more he knew, the better.
Sora just glared at them both. “Who said I wanted to stay here? Maybe I’m just passing through anyway.”
Yuuri heard more in those words than Sora perhaps intended. He took a step closer. “I could also go the other way: and not allow you to leave at all unless you pledge to me. Do make a decision soon. I want to find a good meal.” He considered for a quick moment and decided it was time for him to be generous. “Something that could feed three.” Sora would persuade easier if he had a good meal in him. Who didn’t?
Sora’s gaze flicked between the two of them, not a bit of trust there. “And what if I do just want to leave?”
“So what if you do? I don’t remember asking what you want in the first place.” Yuuri raised one elegant hand to point at him. “Your options are to pledge to me now and be allowed to feed under my direction, or to not do so, and not feed at all. How long could you manage without that?”
It would depend on so many factors. There was a chance that Sora could escape and flee to one of the other cities where Yuuri didn’t have jurisdiction. Yuuri suspected that he wouldn’t want to take the chance. He looked just that little bit too hungry.
The same thoughts must have gone through Sora’s mind, or similar ones at the least. His lips thinned before he jerked his head in a motion that only vaguely resembled a nod.
“Good boy,” Yuuri praised. “Now open your mouth nice and wide.” He slipped a silver dagger from his belt and pressed the tip of it against his wrist. There was the faintest hint of pain, but Yuuri enjoyed the sensation, especially as a few drops of blood welled up. He held his wrist over Sora’s open mouth and watched as three careful drops fell inside.
Sora snapped his mouth closed, drawing in a deep shuddering breath. Yuuri rested one hand against Sora’s shoulder for a moment before Dennis took Sora’s hand and raised it up to Yuuri’s lips. Yuuri savored the taste of fear in Sora’s scent now, so faint but there, and then bit. He took only a mouthful and no more, enough to seal them together.
“So now you’re one of mine.” Sora had indeed been a free vampire, one who hadn’t tasted his master’s blood in at least a century. But not anymore. “You can feed off of anyone you need to who isn’t marked as mine, but don’t kill them.”
Yuuri reserved kills for himself. Even Dennis, his most devoted and obedient spawn, wasn’t allowed to kill while in his city.
Sora rubbed the finger that Yuuri bit, a hint of angered pouting in his eyes that soon faded away, replaced by rising hunger.
“I do need something to eat,” he said at last. “It’s been a long time.”
Yuuri nodded. He could tell that just from the small sip of Sora’s blood that he’d had. He glanced at Dennis. “Well?”
That was one of Dennis’s duties when he was in town and serving at Yuuri’s side: to track Yuuri’s prey if he chose not to track it for himself.
“That’s one thing I came to tell you,” Dennis said at once. “Remember that girl a few years ago? The one who put the hole in me?” He raised a hand to his shoulder. It wasn’t visible now, but the girl in question had come within a heartbeat of actually killing him.
She’d even gotten away with it. At least for now. Yuuri perked up at the question.
“Is she back in town?” He would so look forward to taking his time feeding from her. They all could take their time. Days, weeks, maybe even months. Plans bubbled in the back of his mind.
But Dennis shook his head. An odd sort of smile hung over his lips. “I think this could be even better, Yuuri.”
He waited. This had best be very good.
“Her brother’s in town. Visiting Yuuto, in fact.”
Yuuri smiled. A low, satisfied laugh slipped between his lips and he looked down at Sora. “I think I have the perfect meal for us all to share.”
But Sora was frowning. Not the sort of frown that meant he was upset, though. A thinking type of frown. “What’s his name?”
Dennis considered. “Kurosaki. Kurosaki Shun. His sister’s Ruri.”
“Never met her. But I’ve met him.” And Sora’s eyes flashed with the sort of hunger Yuuri so seldom saw in anyone who wasn’t him. He rested one hand on his side. “They’re hunters. Both of them.”
Actual vampire hunters. That did explain why the girl had been able to come so close to killing Dennis. Yuuri licked his lips in anticipation.
“I think we should have a very long talk with him about a vampire hunter daring to enter a vampire’s territory,” Yuuri purred, eyes glinting bright in the moonlight. “Where is he?”
Dennis pointed off to the east part of the city. “About four streets that way. Shouldn’t take us long to get there.”
The three of them looked at one another for only a few moments before they all leaped up, rising to the top of the nearest buildings with very little effort. Yuuri was quite pleased to find his new liege servant was just as agile and quick as he himself was. That would make tonight that much more pleasant.
In a few moments they could see him, walking down the street, his hands buried in his pockets, head down presumably deep in thought, each movement quick. Yuuri’s eyes raked over him thoughtfully. Dark hair; he couldn’t see the other’s eyes from this angle, but he saw the telltale signs of a hunter: hard muscles, clothed for quick movement if need be, and subtle grace.
“I want him,” he told the other two. “We’ll all feed from him tonight, but he won’t be killed.” His smile hadn’t vanished at all. If anything, it grew wilder and more intense. “He’s going to be mine.”
He could see the displeasure in Sora’s expression and the amusement in Dennis’s. He rested a quick hand on Sora’s shoulder.
“I’ll let you help train him,” Yuuri promised. “But he still belongs to me.” Just like you do, existed in his words, spoken or not. Sora turned back to stare at their prey, nodding a brief acknowledgment. Yuuri slowly rose up to his feet. “You two, corner him. Then I’ll take him.”
To their credit, they didn’t wait. In the same moment, they leaped down toward Kurosaki Shun, pinning him in the best place of all: where his only place to go would be down a dark alleyway, just like the one he’d met Sora in, lit only by moonlight and starlight, surrounded by buildings that right now had few people living in them, and those few would not answer any calls for help. They knew who their city’s master was. They knew to keep quiet.
And if Yuuto wanted to protest Yuuri taking what he wanted, then Yuuri had a few words for his little brother: such as to remember who his master was. He thought they settled that long ago but there were moments when his brothers all needed a refresher course in who owned them as well.
Yuuri’s gaze brushed past Sora and Dennis once more, possessive pride surging up. Definitely worth having. Worth being his. Sora had a cruel streak within that would need proper nurturing and Dennis enjoyed seeing Yuuri hurt others for the sheer pleasure it brought him to do so.
Which would make what was about to get started all the more entertaining for them.
Kurosaki thought that he could flee? Fool.
Yuuri brushed himself off and leaped off of the roof, aiming for his prey. Not even hunters could escape one vampire, let alone three, no matter how hard they tried. Though the chase would be splendid.
Time for their hunt to begin.
The End
Notes: So, I can't say I perfectly ship this, but I was thinking of what to write for the last day and for varied reasons I wanted something I didn't have to think a lot about and then this whole idea (including the ending) popped into my head. Maybe more to come in the future? Hard to say but I'm not ruling it out.
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Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov were two very different people, but three important shared passions tied them together (outside of their love for each other, of course): skating, food, and alcohol.  So when they had a rare day away from the rink, it was pretty much a given that they would spend it at a high quality restaurant, eating and drinking until they burst.
For once, though, Viktor wished that they had decided to spend their time elsewhere.
When Yuuri had suggested they try out this new Italian restaurant a couple of days ago, it had seemed like such a wonderful idea.  Even now, Yuuri’s eyes were glowing in excited anticipation as he surveyed his menu, but Viktor had only peeked at his own for a moment before closing it in disgust.  Yuuri looked up with a grin, and Viktor was certain that the younger man was about to say something about a dish that sounded particularly good, but instead Yuuri’s smile wavered.
“Viktor?  Is something wrong?”
Viktor was hit with an acute self-loathing as he processed the fact that he was the cause of the disappointment and insecurity he heard in Yuuri’s voice.  He shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of such negative thoughts, but only succeeded in causing the sharp, painful sensation behind his eyes to intensify.  A wave of dizziness hit him, and Viktor knew he was taking too long to answer, but another moment passed before he was able to offer any sort of coherent response.
“No, nothing’s wrong, Yuuri,” Viktor replied, hoping his fiancé couldn’t hear the strain in his voice caused by his efforts to stop his teeth from chattering, but knowing that was unlikely.  Yuuri raised his eyebrows and Viktor thought that the act was up already.  Then Yuuri spoke.
“You hardly even looked at your menu!”  He said indignantly.  “Do you already know what you’re going to order?”
Viktor shrugged, suppressing a sigh of relief and the urge to release a nauseous belch at the same time.  “I’ll just get what you get,” he explained.  Yuuri still wasn’t having it.
“You can’t do that!  You should get something different, so that we can try more things!  Isn’t that what we usually do?”  Yuuri’s tone was light, but Viktor thought he sensed a bit of real anxiety underlying his words.  Anxiety and insecurities.  Knowing Yuuri as well as he did, Viktor knew that his fiancé had probably jumped to conclusions and thought Viktor’s disinterest towards the food equated to disinterest towards Yuuri himself.  Viktor managed a soft smile.
“You order for me, Yuuri, whatever you want to try the most,” he said.
“But I want you to like-”
“Yuuri,” Viktor interrupted as sternly as he could with his rolling stomach.  It seemed to do the trick, because the younger man blinked and fell silent.  “How could I possibly justify spending time looking at the menu when I could instead be looking at your beautiful face?”
As expected, Yuuri blushed madly at this and ducked his head behind his own menu.  “Viktor!  That’s too much,” he mumbled, tripping over his words a bit.  Then he sighed.  “Fine, but if you don’t like it, you can’t blame me.”
“When have I ever turned down food?”  Viktor asked.  “I’ll like it.”
And yet, when their food arrived 20 minutes later, Viktor regretted his decision.  The smell of their food was so strong, he could hardly keep his stomach in place as it was, let alone take a bite.  Yuuri peered at him carefully, once more suspicious upon noticing Viktor’s complete lack of enthusiasm.
“Viktor?  Aren’t you hungry?”
Viktor started to stand, opening his mouth to explain that he needed the bathroom, but instead of words, a strangled noise left his mouth.  He clamped it shut as acid burned his throat, but it was already too late.  Viktor couldn’t move from where he stood.  So he remained, hunched over, leaning heavily against the table with one hand and covering his mouth with the other, until a belch tore out of him, and with it a projectile stream of puke.  Viktor vaguely heard Yuuri gasp before he was being sick again.
For minutes on end, Viktor couldn’t stop throwing up.  Yuuri murmured words, like “it’s okay” and “you’ll feel better soon” all the while, but the sick man had a hard time believing him.  In his stubbornness, Viktor had managed not to make it through their dinner date as planned, but to completely ruin it.
Viktor had no energy to resist Yuuri as the younger man guided him to a bench just outside the restaurant.  The fresh air allowed him to breathe a bit easier, and Viktor found himself wiping tears from his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Yuuri,” he sniffled, stifling a belch.  Yuuri rubbed his back gently.
“There’s nothing to apologize for, Vitya.  Are you feeling any better?”
As the restaurant door opened and closed, Viktor got another whiff of Italian food.  He tried to ignore the renewed nausea and answer Yuuri but instead ended up coughing wetly.
“Shh,” Yuuri soothed.  “Just breathe, sweetheart.”
“C-Can’t,” Viktor choked out.  Yuuri’s hand tightened a bit on Viktor’s shoulder, but his voice remained calm and determined.
“You’re going to be fine, Viktor, I promise.”
Viktor whimpered, and then vomited again, watery bile stinging his nose and throat.  He retched again, bringing up a bit more stomach acid, and then leaned back, shaking.  Yuuri hugged the older man to his chest.
“I should’ve told you,” Viktor mumbled.
Yuuri hummed a bit.  “Well, it’s not like I don’t understand where you’re coming from,” he said, brushing his fingers through Viktor’s hair.  “I wouldn’t want to worry you if I was sick, either.  But you know I don’t mind taking care of you, right?”
Viktor shuddered in Yuuri’s arms.  “I love you,” he said simply.
Yuuri pressed a kiss to the top of Viktor’s head.  “I love you, too,” he said.  “Now let’s get you home.”
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YOI Future!Verse ABO AU - 4 Koma set
But we wanna watch!
The next day...
*Yuuri, waking up sometime in the afternoon, vaguely remembering staying up to Skype with Yurio and Victor to congratulate Yurio on another gold*
*Yuuri, feeling absolutely sick to his stomach and overall terrible*
Yuuri: I regret everything and being an adult is terrible.
 What happened: They all stayed up to watch all the skating, then Yuuko dragged the triplets to bed after the winners were announced. Yuuri, Minami and the twins stayed to Skype the Russians, Minami and the twins falling asleep part way through. Yuuri finished the Skype then passed out. Minami woke up a few hours later, forced himself awake and carried the twins and Yuuri to bed, it’d be terrible if any of them got sick or Yuuri woke up sore! He meant to return to his own room but ended up passed out on top of the covers. He’ll wake up soon and freak out to be accidentally sharing a bed with Yuuri...)
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BASICS and timeline of this AU
INTRO to how ABO works in this AU
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dontstopyurinow · 5 years
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Yuuri’s fingers tremble over Victor’s skin. His gills are gone, and so are the scales that were on his shoulders and his arms. He has a few scratches here and there due to the ropes of the net and the sand. Yuuri’s chest tightens painfully.
He tries to undo the net but it’s so thick and slippery that he barely manages to loosen it. He reaches for his phone but stops when he doesn’t know who to call.
He is fairly sure that Victor is not registered anywhere, and he really doesn’t feel like spending the next three hours at the police station to try and explain how this man suddenly appeared out of nowhere, naked, and not even able to give his address or the name of a relative.
Yuuri calls his sister. It takes him all the pleading in the world to convince her to fetch the lifeguard and make him come to the cove. When they arrive Mari takes Yuuri aside.
"Do you know him ?"
Yuuri scratches the back of his head. “Do you remember the tuna-man?”
Mari glances above Yuuri’s shoulder at Victor. The lifeguard is squatting to look at the net. “He doesn't look anything like a tuna.”
“He had a fishtail and he was in the sea, that's how he got tangled in that net.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“How do you explain that then?”
“He’s an idiot who was on this little boat over there and got surprised by the storm and tadaaa.”
Yuuri rolls his eyes. “Come on! Look at the size of this net! It’s one to fish in the open sea, you don’t just fall into it when you fall off your boat.”
“The storm brought it there from the ocean.”
Yuuri understands that there’s no point in arguing with his sister. He wants to bring Victor to safety first.
“Please,” he begs in a whisper. “I’ll take care of him, you don’t have to do anything.”
Mari stares at him for long seconds and Yuuri feels like she’s looking through his soul.
“... You are responsible for him,” she eventually says, “and you explain that to the parents.”
The lifeguard cuts the net around Victor. After a couple of minutes of struggling he looks up at Yuuri, and they come to the conclusion that they have to cut a good part of Victor’s hair to loosen the ropes that are tangled around his shoulders and neck. Yuuri feels a pang of regret but nods, he wants to bring Victor to a doctor as quickly as possible.
“He’s naked,” Mari notes when Victor is finally free.
Yuuri blushes. “I noticed, thanks.”
“He’s really…”
“I know.”
“Gifted by nature.”
“Mari!”
The lifeguard wants to call the coastguard and Yuuri balbutiates something about Victor being a friend of his and that they don’t need to call anyone about the incident, in fact, he’d be really grateful if they could avoid telling the officials about this. The lifeguard doesn’t look convinced, but the Katsukis have been living by the port for generations and everybody likes them, he doesn’t want to cause them troubles. He helps them carry Victor back home.
Yuuri’s parents welcome their new visitor without too many questions. Hiroko hurries to help Yuuri take care of his new friend, and throws clothes and a fresh set of sheets at him while he confusedly and as vaguely as possible explains the situation.
They put Victor in bed in Yuuri’s room before calling a doctor. When he arrives Yuuri mumbles something about Victor snorkeling and getting surprised by the weather. The doctor diagnoses dehydration and hypothermia, maybe a concussion.
They cover Victor with blankets. Yuuri doesn’t take his eyes off him to make sure that he is breathing. After a while, the colors come back on his face. His skin is not translucent anymore, his cheeks get rosy and his lips pink. Yuuri had never seen Victor sleep before. He looks so peaceful that Yuuri almost forgets their troubles.
Victor eventually stirs. Yuuri watches him closely. “Victor?”
He blinks.
“How do you feel?”
He yawns. “I have… a bad headache.”
He rubs his face with his hand. He frowns and looks at his palm. The web between his fingers has receded. His hands look just like Yuuri’s now. His eyes go up his forearm. His elbow is smooth, without scales. He blinks at Yuuri and his eyes widen. His mouth falls open. He looks around frantically. He is not in the water. He is not even remotely close to the sea. He is dry and warm. Everything is wrong.
“It’s ok, you’re ok-” Yuuri starts in a poor attempt to stop what is coming, but Victor is already sitting up in the bed and pulling the blankets aside. His eyes become so wide that Yuuri flinches. Victor gets paler if possible and his face distorts in absolute horror.
“What did you do!?” he cries out when he sees his legs.
“I didn’t do anything I-”
“What did you do to me !?”
“I don't know we-”
“Why did you do that!?
“Victor please listen, I’d never-”
“I trusted you!”
A low voice rises from behind them and interrupts Victor's panic.
“He found you passed out on the beach,” Mari says coldly as she enters the room. “Without Yuuri you might have died of hypothermia before someone else found you. This is our place. If you want to leave your free to go.”
Victor looks up at Yuuri and his eyes ask a million questions. Yuuri nods slowly to confirm what Mari just said.
Victor runs his fingers through his bangs and frowns again. He touches at the back of his head and looks back at Yuuri.
Yuuri lowers his head in embarrassment. “We had to cut it, it was badly tangled in the net and with the salt and the sand… it was impossible to comb and we wanted to make sure you were safe quickly. I’m sorry.”
Victor pinches his lips. Slowly, he brings his hand to his thigh where he used to have scales. He pinches the green fabric of the shorts he is wearing and rubs it between his fingers.
“It’s an outfit of the inn,” Yuuri explains. “We found you naked and... not that I don’t... but my sister and my mother…”
Victor pulls on the waistband to peak under it. Yuuri feels his whole body flush up to his ears. Victor is too upset to notice.
Yuuri waits until he is sure that Mari will not come back in the bedroom and that he is alone with Victor to speak more seriously.
“Is it… permanent?” he asks quietly with a tilt of the head toward Victor’s legs.
Victor shakes his head down. “I don’t know. I didn’t know this could happen.”
“That’s a lot of years of evolution at once.”
Victor looks up and he almost looks apologetic. “I had no idea.”
“What happened?”
Victor sighs. He looks away and seems vaguely ashamed. “I got caught in a lost net. I usually see them but it was so dark… My fin got tangled, I couldn’t swim to get out of the current. It brought me close to the shore and I think I hit the rocks. I guess I got washed up by the tide.”
“You had never been out of the water before?”
“No long enough to dry.”
The doctor comes back later that day after being told that Victor is awake. He asks him a lot of questions and tests his coordination. Victor is unable to tell him the date of the day, not even the year, he has no idea of what kind of job he has or where he lives. While his strength and reflexes are excellent on the upper part of his body, it becomes evident that he has troubles with his legs. He is asked to stand up to check his balance and it quickly appears that he is unable to stay on his feet. He struggles to get up, and when he finally does, it is only to fall backward on his bed immediately.
The doctor manipulates his legs for a while. He checks his feet and his joints. He frowns and scratches his head.
“His legs are extremely stiff. I see this kind of case in people who have been bedridden for several years or who have paralysis... Not in athletic young men.”
Yuuri shifts awkwardly and shrugs. Mari squints suspiciously.
Victor cannot explain how his legs became so rigid. The doctor shakes his head and mutters something about the concussion being worse than what he thought.
“It should get better with rest and then light exercise,” he eventually sighs after Victor asks him if he can still swim. “I’ll recommend you to a physical therapist.” He takes a few steps to move away from Victor and pretends to fumble in his briefcase as bends slightly to whisper into Yuuri’s ear. “He is very disoriented. Bad memory loss. Severe confusion. He keeps talking about the sea, and swimming, and... being a fish?” the doctor says, and he shakes his head in empathy. “It might be a traumatic disorder from almost drowning on top of the concussion. Let him rest. If he still talks nonsense in a few days, call me back.”
Yuuri feels extremely embarrassed but he nods politely and prays that the doctor will not try to dig further into Victor’s problem. He just wanted to make sure that he was healthy.
Victor sleeps through the rest of the day, still hidden under several blankets. Yuuri checks on him a few times between his chores around the inn. Sometimes he wonders if Victor is actually asleep or just pretending, to be left alone and avoid conversation. He doesn’t insist and gives him the time he needs. He only comes back when it’s time for dinner.
“You must be hungry… You’ve not eaten anything today.”
Victor’s stomach growls and he reluctantly nods. He relaxes slightly when he sees the tray that Yuuri is bringing. It’s mostly raw fish, algae, and fish broth.
“I didn’t know what you would want to eat but I know you like these ones.”
Yuuri spends the next half hour teaching Victor how to use chopsticks, and the following half hour watching him eat with his fingers. After the first minutes of hesitation, Victor gulps down everything Yuuri had brought, despite the tray being generously filled as Yuuri wasn’t sure what Victor would prefer and had chosen a bit of every fish they had in the kitchen. Victor sighs and lies back in the bed. He looks much calmer than he did before his meal. Yuuri feels slightly better when he kisses him good night and leaves to sleep on a futon in the next room.
Victor wakes up several times during the night. He dreams that he is suffocating, that he is drowning, that he is drying and cannot go back to the water. He forgets where he is and how he ended up here. He panics when he realizes that his legs are not just a nightmare. Every time Yuuri whispers comforting words and runs a wet cloth on his forehead. He stays by his side and holds his hand until he calms down and falls back asleep.
In the morning Victor’s eyes are puffy and his hair messy. He looks up from his pillow and his heart tightens. Yuuri is sleeping in an armchair beside his bed, uncomfortably slouched against the armrest. It looks like he fell asleep while he was watching over him. Victor suddenly feels terribly guilty that he accused him the day before when Yuuri was just taking care of him.
“I’m sorry about yesterday,” he says when Yuuri wakes up a few minutes later.
“It’s ok. I don’t know what I’d have down if I had woken up at the bottom of the ocean with a fishtail.”
Yuuri knows that their relationship is strange and that they may never be able to make it work, and maybe Victor hates him now that he is stuck in his bedroom instead of swimming freely in the ocean. But since he found Victor on the dry land, something has changed inside him. He has realized that he felt exactly the same toward Victor no matter if he was swimming or walking or lying in a washed up net.
“Listen…” he says as he moves closer to Victor and takes his hand. “I love you. I love you whether you have a tail, or legs, or anything. I’ll do everything I can to help you be happy again.”
Victor blinks in surprise. “You love me?”
“Yeah.”
“But why? I can’t do anything anymore now I can’t even get out of bed…”
Yuuri has a soft smile. “I wasn’t sure but… I loved to come and see you at the beach, I couldn’t spend enough time with you, I was always thinking about you… I thought it was because you are a mermaid but actually… It’s because you make me happy.”
Victor pauses for a moment. He gently pulls Yuuri down so he can kiss him. “I love you too.”
Victor sleeps a lot the following days. He still complains about a headache and fatigue and Yuuri makes sure that he stays in bed. Mari also keeps an eye on him and Yuuri suspects that she’d rather know him in bed than stumbling around the inn. Twice Yuuri walks in to bring Victor food and he finds him out of his blanket, looking at his legs thoughtfully, touching where his skin used to be covered in scales. He looks at his feet and his toes with circumspection, before hiding them again under the sheets.
When he feels better Victor gets tired of lying all day. He holds onto a chair and pushes himself up. For a second he wobbles on his legs, before his knees buckle and Yuuri helps him sit back down.
There’s something strangely endearing in watching Victor learn to walk. He looks like a fawn taking its first steps. When he is standing he is slightly taller than Yuuri, and it makes Yuuri feel all kinds of things. Yuuri hugs him with the excuse of helping him stand up and it is a whole new feeling. Yuuri already loved when Victor held him when they were at the beach, but there is something intimate in being alone in the bedroom instead of being on an open beach. It’s not cold and wet anymore. He doesn’t have to worry about the sand and the water. It is just soft and warm, comforting, and it feels like it is soothing all his problems. He looks up and Victor is blushing. Yuuri is almost sure that Victor was thinking the same things, and it might be even more overwhelming for him since he had never thought he would have a relationship on the dry land. Yuuri tightens his embrace.
Victor lowers his head to kiss him. He could get used to this.
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exile-wrath · 6 years
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kingsman au with yurio's terrible horrible no good very bad crush on his mentor's crush thanq u based wrath for saving my crops :3c
1) Here’s the weird thing. You would think that of all people to end up thinking about as Yuri settles down to sleep, it would Victor, who had saved him from a sticky situation and then proposed him to this… initiation test for a secret spy agency. But no, it’s not Victor that’s on his mind, it’s fucking Tristan. 
Tristan, who caught him robbing his house. Tristan, who threw him out a bloody window. Tristan, who somehow looked filthy good leaning over his balcony waving at Yuri as he fell into the bushes below, softly back-lit by his bedroom lights. 
He fidgets on his bed, unable to rest, too wired from the day’s events. Thoughts of the beating he had narrowly escaped, Dmitry holding a cleaver to his face, Victor saving him from the police station, Tristan beating Dmitry’s thugs effortlessly all whirl around his head. 
Last night he’d broken into Tristan’s house in Stanhope’s Mews and gotten arrested by the police, and tonight he was sleeping in Kingsman’s recruit barracks….
and being submerged with water. 
Yuri jolts up in alarm, screeching at the rest to wake the fuck up, because the room was flooding. 
2) Here’s another weird thing: Victor was clearly over the moon for Tristan, but not once had Yuri ever heard him use the agent’s actual name. Did he just… not know it? (Part of Yuri thinks that Tristan might actually be the guy’s name, but he wouldn’t bet on it) There was that incident in the pub which Victor had called Tristan solnyshko, but that was just an endearment. 
“Does he know?” Yuri asks Victor one day while his mentor guides him through how to talk like a gentleman.
Victor pauses, looking at Yuri in confusion. “Does who know what?” he asks in return. “If you mean Merlin, yes, he knows everything.” 
Yuri rolls his eyes. “No, I meant Tristan and the fact that you’re tits over arse in love with him,” he says bluntly.
Victor blinks once, twice. “Pardon?” 
“It’s completely obvious!” Yuri exclaims. “Whenever you pass him in the corridor you give him this stupid little wave like a secondary girl mooning over a boy she wants to ask to go out with her.”
A multitude of emotions flicker over Victor’s expression, going too fast for Yuri to figure out what the man was thinking. He smiles wryly. “I do love Tristan,” he says as matter-of-factly as one would say the sky is blue. “And as for whether Tristan knows or not, well, why are you so curious?” 
Yuri crosses his arms and taps his foot. Victor gives him a stern look and he straightens his posture, stilling his feet. “Because you’re making a fool of yourself,” Yuri retorts. 
“My feelings are none of your concern,” Victor says. “Concern yourself with catching up to your fellow recruits instead. They’ve had their whole lives to learn the manners and etiquette I have to teach you, after all.” The deflection is obvious, and Yuri grumbles at it, but he lets it slide.
For some reason, the idea that his mentor’s feelings for Tristan might be unrequited makes him feel light.
3) It’s after Victor’s death, after Valentine’s mad plan and his death, afterdealing with a bunker full of rish people that had been happy to let the world burn, that Yuri collapses next to Tristan- no, Yuuri on a bed in the Kingsman jet. 
“You did well,” Yuuri murmurs, and Yuri tries not to shudder at how close Yuri’s breath was to his ear. Suddenly, he vaguely regrets not taking that Kazakh celebrity up on his offer of celebratory sex for preventing the apocalypse. 
They’re so close right now, smushed into the covers of the comfortable bed. From this angle, Yuri can count Yuuri’s long eyelashes, smell his cologne, see exactly the way the light touches Yuuri’s lips. It’s almost maddening. 
It’s also saddening, because this close, he can see the grief too, Yuuri’s walls slowly inching down as he comes down from the adrenaline high. His breathing is heavy and there’s a cut on his cheek from Gazelle’s prosthetics, weariness emitting from every pore. 
Yet, somehow some traitorous part of Yuri is glad to see him like this. During all their other interactions, Yuuri had been Tristan, an untouchable aloof agent with a sly snarking sense of humour and terrifying fighting capabilities. And then he had become Yuuri Katsuki, Victor’s fiance (and thus even more untouchable to Yuri). Now, he’s just Yuuri, and they’ve saved the world together. 
And he’s lost the love of his life. 
Abruptly, Yuri can’t help but hate himself for the flush on his cheeks that are from proximity to the older man rather than the adrenaline of the fight they survived.  Victor is god, for heaven’s sake — Victor, who had given Yuri a chance to make himself a better person — and he feels like an utter heel for even harboring a crush on his dead mentor’s fiance in this moment. 
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” Yuri manages to croak in return. God, he needs something to drink.
Yuuri smiles sadly, soflty. “Victor would be proud of you, Yuri,” he murmurs.
“Are you proud of me?” Yuri blurts out and then immediately wishes he could take the words back.
Yuuri blinks at him in surprise for a moment. “Of course I am,” he says, and he cracks a smile. “We just saved the world, after all!” 
Yuri smiles back. But you lost your world, he thinks mournfully. And I’ve lost my heart to you. He finds it hard to believe that his mentor would be proud of him in this moment, savior of the world or not. After all, even though he knows Yuuri is in mourning right now, his heart still beats for him
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