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[taifenggg]

hii I'm not exactly sure if your request is open, but nonetheless, I'm just going to drop it here. feel free to do or ignore it.

requesting for solomon, simeon, and satan hcs : they're currently out going to a bookstore with their s/o. y/n is a huge fan of reading and loves to take their time reading the contents of a book before buying. so imagine at that time, the guy spots them being lost in deep of reading, and he decided to sneak up behind them, only to discover their s/o is currently reading a steamy part of the book while smiling and blushing. make it NSFW or not is up to you. thank you and have a nice day! :)

Content Warning(s): NSFW duh, semi-public sex, mentions of exhibitionism but you don't actually do anything(Satan), spanking(Satan), probably ooc Simeon? idk

Character(s): GN!Reader, Solomon, Satan, Simeon

Authors Note(s): hehe hawhaw horny, anyways my first nsfw request! tysm for reading my guidelines <3.

MINORS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YO ASSES IM BEING FR, interact with my sfw stuff instead <33

Please keep in mind I'm still learning how to write smut so please bear with me LMAO

nsfw under the cut!

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Solomon [🪄🤍]

Solomon adores your adorable reactions whenever he sees you reading a book that you're invested in. You're his adorable apprentice and lover after all! He finds many things to appreciate about you. From the way you squeal with excitement after getting to the part where the main character finally kisses their love interest after what feels like forever, or your little gasps as your eyes race across the page taking in an exciting battle scene, he loves it all.

Solomon could just spend all day watching you react over your favorite books and it strangely gives him a sense of satisfaction as he watches you gush over your favorite books to him.

Solomon isn't that surprised when he sees that you've reached the spicy part of the book you were reading, your reaction gives it all away. The two of you had decided to take an impromptu date to one of the newly opened bookstores by Ristorante Six. You had split from Solomon for a bit, opting to look over the numerous books they had in stock. One moment you were there and in the next, Solomon turned around, noticing that you had disappeared from his side. When he did find you, he discovered you sitting in a secluded corner, your eyes wide as you read the contents of a book. You didn't notice him as he walked up to you and leaned in close, a knowing smile on his face.

"Wow, you look awfully familiar, although it isn't like me to not recognize someone as good-looking as you," Solomon laughs softly, teasing you as he takes a seat next to you, draping an arm around your shoulder. Your face grows flushed as you angle your book away from him. "Hi handsome," you laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek, feeling your face grow warm as you try to discreetly set the book to the side but you wince as you accidentally let go of it too early and it clatters against the floor.

Solomon stares at you a slight smile on his face before reaching over and picking up the book, faster than you can stop him. "Solomon give it back!" You reach over and grab his arm, but he opens it, his smile splitting wider on his face as he holds it above you preventing you from taking it away from him. "No, I don't think I will," he laughs more continuing to read the contents relishing in the way your face flushed even more.

"So..." he leans over you, a playful smile on his face as his hand starts trailing down to your waist where he squeezes it gently. "What should I do with you hm? Would you like me to reenact the very scene you were reading, my dear apprentice~?" His nose brushes against yours and you shrink back, your breath hitching in your throat as he cages you in against the chair. Your mouth feels dry and you clear your throat to speak up, "Don't-" You press a hand to his chest, halting his movements. You feel your face grow warm as you turn to the side, "We'll get caught."

Solomon stares down at you, laughing softly as he ruffles your hair. You pout at his actions, moving to grab his hand, but instead, Solomon interlaces his fingers with yours. "We'll only get caught if we make noise." His free hand moves upwards from your side, his fingers brushing against your collarbone and you squirm, your legs shaking slightly, from the anticipation of getting down and dirty or the thought of getting caught by some bystander passing by, you didn't know. You could feel a warmth pooling in your nether regions, and against your better judgment, you pulled him closer.

"Dammit...but you better make this up to me later for making me lose my page," you scowled. Solomon chuckles softly his bangs hanging over his eyes, "Oh trust me, I always keep up my end of a deal."

Satan [😾💚]

He enjoys his outings with you, especially when the two of you visit his favorite bookstore in the Devildom. There are vintage and rare tomes that you're unable to find anywhere else. They also host a variety of different books.

Satan himself fancies romance novels. He likes to envision himself and you as the main protagonists in each. Of course, he also indulges in the more risqué novels, and his face flushes at the thought of committing such acts with you.

So imagine his surprise when he finds you reading that type of novel. A grin splits open on his face and soon he finds himself pressing himself on you against the bookshelf. It wobbles and the numerous books threaten to cascade over the side onto the two of you. Satan doesn't miss the small gasp of surprise you make as you feel his body rocking against yours. His breath ghosts over the shell of your ear causing you to shudder underneath him and you feel your legs grow weak as he continues rutting against you.

"You feel so good~" Satan smirks as he rubs his hand along your ass before smacking it lightly causing you to jolt up, "Already so wet for me, are you so eager for this? Or perhaps you're enjoying the thrill of potentially being caught hm? Or would you rather like it if I took you against the window where everyone walking past can see you drooling from how good I'm going to make you feel?" You can't even utter a word, focused on the feeling of his fingers prodding at your hole.

"Satan please-" you whine softly, trying to keep your noise level down so you don't get caught by the other customers within the bookstore. Your grip on the bookshelf tightens as you try to keep your balance, some of the books have already fallen out and are strewn haphazardly over the floor. Normally, Satan would have let out a scandalized gasp and would have picked up every single one but in the situation the two of you were in at the moment, it seemed he couldn't bring himself to care. You bite your lip as you feel his erection rub up against your ass, trying to keep your moans under control.

"Do you feel that? That's what you do to me," he laughs softly, pressing his face into your neck, nipping lightly. This causes you to squirm more, inadvertently rubbing against him more, eliciting some breathy groans from Satan's end.

You can hear him muttering to himself and the sound of him fumbling with his belt as he flips you around so that you're face to face. "Why don't you take some responsibility and...help me out? Does that sound good to you?"

Simeon [🥞🩵]

Simeon loves his outings with you, especially when your dates with him are unhindered by the presence of the brothers who constantly crave and demand your attention. Simeon knows that you're immensely popular in the Devildom, not that he minds. But there are times when he prefers silence and just enjoying his time with you.

Simeon is not naive by any means. He's more than aware of the types of books that you read and look for whenever the two of you visit your favorite bookstore, not that he minds. After all, who is he to tell you what you can and can't read.

Today's date isn't any much different than what the two of you usually do when you plan a bookstore date. Have a nice dinner at Ristorante Six, walk around for a bit, then end the date by spending some time reading at your favorite bookstore. Seems nice right? Thankfully it doesn't seem too busy.

"Simeon-" you gasp out, fingers digging into his shoulders. "How naughty, reading this where anyone could just walk up behind you." Simeon teasingly scolds you. You bite your lip, averting your gaze from his. Simeon laughs, pressing his hand against your cheek, "You're adorable, do you know that?" You huff, feeling your face grow warm. "Well you can't blame me for being interested in reading that sort of thing, especially when my boyfriend is so hot. It's not that hard to envision it's us doing what the characters are doing.." you mumble, feeling your face grow warmer from embarrassment.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," Simeon smiles softly, tilting your face so that you're looking at him, "These urges are completely normal, though I do wish you had told me sooner so I could have done this." You stare at him in confusion, until you watch him lean in more, the feeling of his lips pressing against yours. You groan softly in the kiss, arms pulling him in closer as you deepen it. Your tongue brushes against his bottom lip and you feel Simeon shiver against you. His hands rest against your hip occasionally dipping underneath the hem of your shirt but never further. When the two of you break off the kiss, you're both gasping for air and there's a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you.

You cling to him, pressing your cheek against the crook of his neck. You lean up, lips brushing his ear, your tempted to bite his earlobe bjt you hold off...for now. "Fuck...I need you so badly," you whine softly into his ear, feeling his figure stiffen against you. "Can't you feel how much I need you?" you smirk, taking one of his hands and pressing it down there. You bite back a moan, watching for his reaction. Simeon's eyes are closed, but you could sense his resolve wavering.

"Please~"

And that's all it takes for Simeon's last semblance of control to snap. He's tugging you out the door and back towards Purgatory Hall, his footsteps hurried.

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[doctorgerth]

Hello, how ya been? Could you do “Wanna, like- I mean if you’re not busy... We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” 'n Confession for Killer, X Drake or Bartolomeo with a female reader, fluffy, mild nsft n all that, where they like are talking to her the morning after the naughties and they're trynna ask her on a date (I hope that isn't too much expansion lmao-)

Thanks in advance uwu

❥ “Enchanted” - Valentine’s Day Event Scenario [ 2 / 14 ]

❥ prompt: “Wanna, like- I mean if you’re not busy we could get lunch? Or even just a coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

❥ theme: Confession

❥ pairing: Drake x F!Reader

❥ warnings: light ns.fw, one night stands, implied drunk sex, brief mention of reptilian/dino sex

❥ word count: 1k

❥ a/n: apologetic, blushy Drake is my weakness. 🤧 it was nice to explore a more casual side of him! I hope he’s not too ooc in this. thanks so much for this request, my love!!

Feather-like touches tickled against your skin, jolting you awake with a sharp inhale that startled both you and the stranger in your bed.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

A distant, hardly recognizable voice called out from behind you. You rubbed at your eyes, adjusting to the warm lighting of the bedroom that was most definitely not yours. As you took in the scenery, your eyes fixated on the tall wardrobe, then the mahogany desk that was adorned with a dingy vanity mirror and what appeared to be your undergarments. You were in a hotel room and the memories of last night at last became clearer; alluring memories of an incredibly handsome and adorably blushy redhead filling in the gaps.

Turning to face him, you silently prayed that your memories weren’t distorted and he had retained the handsome imagery your mind was currently painting in your headspace. As you locked eyes with him, you audibly sighed, not hiding your beaming smile as he was just as sexy as you remembered; even more so with sleep heavy in his eyes and the aftermath of last night’s events laced through his disheveled hair and printed along the pale skin of his neck like a work of art.

“It’s okay. I shouldn’t sleep too much longer anyway.” You stretched your body to life, yawning as you did so. His brows furrowed in concern as you lightly hissed when your muscles quickly reminded you how sore they actually were.

“I got you some water.” His head notioned over to the nightstand where a tall glass of water never looked so good.

“How chivalrous of you.” You sat up and covered your body with the sheets, or rather, what was left of them, and unabashedly chugged the water.

He chuckled, “Well, you did call me Mr. Chivalry last night.”

It was your turn to blush at the memories of your overbearingly flirtatious slurs of that silly nickname. You didn’t want to admit you had forgotten his real name already, but you figured you wouldn’t be able to hide your fuzzy memory for long.

“I’m sorry about that. Could you remind me…?”

“Don’t worry about it - it’s Drake. Truthfully, I don’t remember yours either and I was hoping you’d be the first one to bring up the names.”

You playfully smacked his arm, “You sneaky bastard! I’m going to have to deduct some chivalry points for that one.” He laughed this time, loudly, and it made your heart beat wildly in your chest. You were sure he could hear it too. “You’ll be paying for all of this too, as recompense.”

He groaned as you held up a tattered pillow, feathers spilling out of the seams, “I’m sorry, it seems I might have lost a little bit of control last night...”

“The biting and scales were a bit adventurous,” You discarded the pillow with a sly smirk, “but that doesn’t mean I didn’t have a good time.”

Drake face-palmed with hints of red peeking between long, slender fingers, “Agh, please forgive me. I’m not usually like this. I mean, I don’t usually partake in things like this.”

“What? One night stands? Or reptilian sex?”

He stiffened, a mad blush now blooming across his entire pale face as he covered his head with the only intact pillow left, “Don’t be so blunt! But, yes, to the former. I’m going to ignore that second question.”

“So you’ve never had one before?” You inquired.

“Very few. I’m usually quick to leave before they wake.”

You gasped dramatically as you placed your hand over your chest, “Well that’s not very chivalrous of you, Drake.”

He snorted, “No, it’s not. I have many regrets.”

“Well, now you have me curious.” You joined him under the sheets again. Flipping onto your side to face him, you placed your head in the palm of your hand and offered him a wicked smile. “Why are you still here then?”

Drake inhaled deeply before slowly removing the pillow. His head rolled towards your direction, and his lips curved upwards as he inched closer to you, holding your gaze as he reached out to touch your hair, “That’s precisely what I’m trying to figure out…”

You bit your lip as you pondered for a moment, “This doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to. We got what we wanted, and now we can go our separate ways. We don’t have to stay.”

His bottom lip dropped into a slight pout, “But what if I want you to stay?”

“What?”

“Forgive me if this is too forward, but, I’m enchanted by you and I don’t think I’m ready to say goodbye just yet.”

Your entire body tingled at his confession and you had to pick your jaw up off the floor. Thankfully, he was too flustered himself to realize your own embarrassment.

He continued on, a nervous quake in his voice as he began rambling, “Wanna, like- I mean if you’re not busy…we could get lunch? Or even just a coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

After some time, which felt like years to poor Drake, you responded with a playful tone, “Is this for chivalry points?”

“Well, I would very much enjoy a chance for you to see me as my true self and not just a drunken, horny mess.”

“You say that as if that side of you is so bad.”

“Please don’t tease me.”

“You make it too easy.” You giggled as you nearly leapt out of bed with pure excitement. As pathetic as it may have sounded, which is exactly why you didn’t voice this thought out loud, you were quite relieved to not have to spend Valentine’s Day alone. “Lunch sounds great! I’ll go get dressed and we can-”

He gently grabbed at your wrist, preventing you from leaving the bed just yet.

“I was also thinking maybe we could give last night another go, especially since we’re sober and you know my name now…if you’d be interested?” A mischievous twinkle gleamed in his blue irises. Sneaky, cheeky bastard you thought to yourself, such a tease and he doesn’t even know it! You rolled on top of him, still clutching at the sheets to cover yourself, a playful gleam of your own shining right back as you straddled his lap comfortably.

“Sure, as long as you don’t get another nose bleed when you see me naked.”

“Oh, of course you remember that!” He pulled you down to him with another hearty laugh hidden behind a warm blush, claiming your lips and tangling with you in the sheets once more. The two of you knew those lunch plans would in fact be changing to dinner plans.

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[moonlights0nata]

11 with puppyshipping

11. lose yourself

after 30 years....i return with this fic (thank u again for all the ones you sent nonnie  !! sorry i’m such a slow writer lmao)

i feel kaiba is kinda ooc but at this point....i just wanted my soft kaijou moment okay this fic took months for no reason woops

“Kaiba--Kaiba--”The voice talking to him felt distant, far off, and at first Kaibadidn't react to it,  lost in a trance, his mind racing. His breathingwas shallow, short—was he even breathing? He felt dizzy, like airwasn't properly getting to his lungs.

“Dammit—Kaiba--”Something jostled his shoulder. “Seto!” Suddenly the voice wasn'tfar away but close by, and Kaiba inhaled sharply, eyes starting tocome into focus. He became aware of someone sitting next to him, ofhands cupping his face. Blue eyes met worried, hazel ones and heblinked quickly, realized it was Jounouchi's hands on his face, warm,grounding, and he finally took notice of his surroundings. Itwas dark , but the sheets underneath him told him they were in hisbedroom.

“Seto.”Jounouchi's voice, soft, less alarmed than before, called for himagain. “You had a nightmare. It was just a dream. You have tobreathe.” Kaiba realized he was still close tohyperventilation and he swallowed thickly, trying to calm down, evenas the images of his dream came crashing down on him. But Jounouchikept him from loosing himself to those visions, still talking, tonegentle but commanding. “Breathe with me.”

AllKaiba could offer was a weak nod, signal that he was listening, andthen copied Jounouchi as he breathed in and out, inhale, exhale, in asteady rhythm. Air came back to his lungs, and he slowly managed toeven his breathing, but was still visibly shaking, unable to concealit. He averted his gaze, slouching against the headboard of the bed.Jounouchi sat beside him, silent but his presence comfortingnevertheless.

Kaibagrit his teeth. It frustrated him to no end, that something that weremere figments of his mind could shake him so much. That hecouldn't pretend it didn't. Because he was used to it, to crushingsuch emotions with his bare hands, because he didn't need them, andshowing signs of weakness was something he'd never allowed himself.

Althoughthere was a time, when he was young and spirited and hopeful and he'dgambled everything in a chess match to attain something that wouldhave otherwise been out of reach. He'd played his cards well, buthe'd been a child and weak and helpless against Gozaburo'shand, his words, his rules, his punishments. They crushed thenaive boy he was. They replaced it by someone cunning, cold andcalculative, emotions something he did not need to survive in theenvironment he was in. Gozaburo made him who he was. And his owncreation had been his step father's downfall.

Hisdreams were a constant reminder. Sometimes of the distant past, of heand Mokuba and other kids, having so little but enough to smile. Butothers, like tonight, and many other nights, of everything he'dgained with that chess game, and everything he'd lost; of everypunishment by Gozaburo's hand, of every scar it'd left, of leavingMokuba alone, of how he'd lost himself in the process, leaving only ashell.

Andit frightened him. Because even though he'd picked up the crackedpieces of his soul, finding himself again, he feared the person hehad become, the things he'd done, the fact that sometimes he'dsounded like Gozaburo himself.

Itwas disgusting.

Ahand lightly brushed against his and Kaiba flinched on instinct butrelaxed knowing it was just Jounouchi. He let him grab his hand andrun a thumb over his knuckles. A small gesture, but by now it spokemiles to Kaiba; 'i'm here if you need me'.

Odd,how with little soft touches Jounouchi managed to get in between thecracks, to lower Kaiba's defenses. After younger years of pettybickering, Kaiba guessed they'd grown up. At least, he had,just enough to see Jonouchi in a different light. To see the earnest,caring person he was,  the stubborn, passionate duelist that even inthe face of defeat had never given up. Even if they still banteredoften, it was softer, more playful, like a game for them. And it wasalmost no surprise they'd become close; that they'd come to sharequiet moments at coffee shops, that Jounouchi started bursting intohis office and dragging him outside for a break, that they dueledsprawled on Kaiba's bed and for a moment, Kaiba felt like someoneelse, like the him that could have lived his high school daysdifferently, playing a game with a friend, for the mere enjoyment ofit, taunting each other, joking together.

Jonouchiwas now a constant in his life. One Kaiba couldn't nor did he want toget rid of.

Kaibastill didn't find it easy, to show weakness, to let down his walls.But with Jonouchi, it was different. It wasn't so hard, now, totrust. To let himself be vulnerable around him.  He had been usedto waking up alone after a nightmare, in a silent cry, only thedarkness to embrace him and reflect everything he'd seen in hisdream. But now, more often than not, Jonouchi was next to him,  todraw him back into reality.

Kaiba'sother hand naturally raised to his neck, rubbing at the old bruisesthere, and he swallowed thickly, flashes of his dream coming back tohim. That dammed collar, pressing against his throat.

“Idoubted that man was really human, sometimes.” He said, withoutmuch context, aware that Jonouchi was looking at him. “But he wascunning. Intelligent. Manipulative. Knew exactly how to make peopledance in the palm of his hand. To bend them to his will.” He letout a non comical snort. “By force, if he had to.” He stoppedrubbing his neck and merely stared at his hand. “But hemiscalculated. He taught me too much.” He curled his hand into afist. “And I crushed him.”

Jonouchistill said nothing, but he had shifted so their shoulders bumped intoeach other. Kaiba didn't move, merely stared at his fist. “That hadbeen my only goal, for years. Once he was no longer in charge, thingswould finally look up for Mokuba and me.” His hand dropped to hislap and he smiled wryly. “But somewhere along the way...I lostsight of everything. Of myself. Sometimes...” His voicelowered. “It feels like Gozaburo never left.” Sometimesthe mirror showed someone else. Sometimes he saw the monster.

“Seto.”Jonouchi finally spoke up, and out of the corner of his eyes Kaibafinally noticed he'd turned on the bed lamp. He moved closer, tryingto get Kaiba to meet his eyes. “You are nothing like him.”

“Iam what he made me.” He retorted, harshly. “By trying toreject everything he was--” Another laugh, a hand rising to coverhis face. “I became like him. Just like he expected, surely--”

“Stop.Seto, stop--” Only when he had Jounouchi in front of him,straddling his lap and cupping his cheeks did he realize he wasstarting to get agitated again. Jonouchi lifted up his face for theireyes to meet. “Listen, whether you are or not like him depends onyou. Your choices. And I know—I know I can't imaginewhat he was like, the things he did to you--” There was a certainedge to his voice, anger, towards Gozaburo. “But I know you.And sure, when I met you I thought you were the biggest jerk on theplanet, and didn't give a damn about anyone but yourself—But now Iknow better. Behind that dumb mask you wear to appear cool andcollected and cold you give more damns than you want others to know.I know you'd do anything to keep Mokuba safe. You care about him morethan anyone in the world.”

“Butit doesn't change the fact all those years I ignored him. All thoseyears I treated his failures like Gozaburo would--” With venomin his words, with harsh punishments, because failure was not in theKaiba dictionary. Regret tasted sour in his mouth.

“Listen.”Jonouchi shook him again, kept him from spiraling down again. “I'mnot saying what you did in the past was right. What matters is whatyou do now. You are the kind of guy who always looks forwards,right?”  Jonouchi's hand gently stroked his cheek and there'sadoration in those eyes as they looked at him. “And you can't playthe cold business man like ya used to. I know you better. Mokubaknows you better. You get this stupidly adorable warm look inyour eyes whenever you greet him in the morning. For once you camehome early when you found out he was sick and stayed up all nightjust for him. You love your little brother so damn much. Youare far, far from the man Gozaburo was.”

Heleaned in and pressed a kiss to Kaiba's lips, short but meaningful,eyes fond when he pulled away. “I've seen you change. I'veseen you mess up, and I've seen you try to make up for it.” A handrested on Kaiba's chest, just above his heart. “You are not amachine, you are not a robot. You are so very human. I've seenhow caring your heart is.”

Jonouchi'simage looked blurry and only then did Kaiba realize there were tearsat the corners of his eyes. And he couldn't hide them, he couldn'tlook away, not from Jonouchi. Not anymore. Jonouchi smiled andgot closer again.

“Ilove you so much.” With those words their lips locked together,Kaiba meeting him halfway. Long arms wrap around Jonouchi's back andembraced him tightly, holding onto him and gripping the back of hisshirt. When Jonouchi pulled away a little Kaiba surged forward againand kissed him desperately, muffling a whimper between their mouths,gripping him tighter.

Hedidn't want to ever let go of this man.

Thisman that could see something else than the monster in the mirror.

Jonouchi,that saw him, saw through him and loved him. Jonouchi, who Kaiba hadcome to adore.

“Katsuya--”The name slipped between kisses and if anything Jonouchi's kissesturned even sweeter for it. Kaiba was a little winded by the time hepulled away, but he chuckled, eliciting a confused noise fromJonouchi. Kaiba's arms had relaxed their grip, now wrapped looselyaround Jonouchi's neck.

“Youare right. I was never the type to care for the past. Only for whatis standing in front of me.” Because the past hurt too much to lookback on sometimes. But right now the past was meaningless becausewhat he had right here was his present, and his future. He looked atJonouchi, eyes unguarded, and felt him catch his breath.

“AndI...care for you.” He sighed, their foreheads bumping together. “Ilove you. And I love Mokuba.”  He shut his eyes tightly, linescreasing his brow. “I'm...just...” 'I'm just so afraid toloose it. To mess up all of this. To become the monster.'

“Iknow.” Jonouchi untangled himself momentarily just so he could layboth of them down, arms wrapping around Kaiba and caressing his back.

“We'renot going anywhere, Seto. And, if you ever loose yourself again--”He tucked Kaiba's head under his chin and held him protectively tohis chest. Feeling safe with someone used to be something nonexistentin Kaiba's life, always alert, always untrusting. But here withJonouchi he felt safe, and when he spoke, Kaiba trusted hiswords.

“I'llbe there to help you find yourself.”

[nachtgraves]

Could you do victuuri w/ 41? Feel free to ignore this if you're not taking anymore fic requests!

My first VIctuuri fic! Sorry for the wait but you can thank my roommate for this getting done lmao. YoI is one of her favorite things on the planet. I apologize if they’re a bit ooc since it’s been a while and I’ve never written them before.I hate titles, man. This one is courtesy of the many times aforementioned roommate.

Title:  Diamonds Aren’t a Man’s Best Friend // AO3Word Count: 1,859Tags/Warnings: G. Time skip, future fic, slight deviations from canon things, Victor is retired but coaching Yuri P.Prompt: Diamond

Yuuriwakes up to an article tweeted at him by thousands of people. For a moment, hepanics, wondering what he’s done in the last day or so to garner a tabloidarticle that is trending on Twitter as well as Facebook. Groggy and jet laggedin Victor’s guest room – the Russian was very vocally against Yuuri staying ina hotel and Yuuri only bent enough to take the guest room during his visit,equal parts training and a short vacation between competitions for the season –Yuuri is only somewhat relieved when he sees that the article is not about him.He instead grows anxious and flustered.

FiveWorld Champion Medals, Five Grand Prix Medals, and Potential Wedding Bells?

Last night, five timeGrand Prix winner, Victor Nikiforov was seen entering a high-end jewelry store.The retired figure skater-turned-coach of Russia’s Yuri Plisetsky remained inthe store for more than an hour, sources say. He left the store with a smallbag. According to our source, he was looking into diamonds.

In the last few yearsthere has been speculation about Nikiforov’s relationships. As a private man,there has been little information about any lovers, but there is a certainJapanese skater who seems to have held his attention for the past few years.Though there is nothing official between ex-coach and student, maybe anannouncement is going to be made in the near future? Or so certain fans arehoping.

Thearticle goes on to delve in more speculations and rumors about Victor and theunnamed ex-student, and Yuuri really doesn’t understand why they didn’t justuse his name since they have described and detailed everything else about him.

Thereare related tweets and replies with people asking both him and Victor if it’strue, if they are actually a couple and if Victor is planning on proposing. Victor’sasked about what kind of ring he’s thinking of buying, if it really is forYuuri or if he’s got another secret lover. They ask Yuuri how he feels aboutwhat he thinks of being proposed to, if he’s been expecting it or if thetabloids ruined the surprise. They ask if he’ll say yes.

Andthen there’s the hateful comments, with vulgar language and a completedisregard for grammar and punctuation. They sting, but he’s gotten better abouthis lack of self-confidence – his friends and family and Victor having his backand slapping him upside the head when he relapses. He still feels that prick ofdoubt every once in a while, fueled by hurtful comments from the media and buthere he just feels anger. Yuuri can handle derogatory words and crude insults aimedat him, to a degree, but when he reads more and more tweets and retweets andreplies that insult Victor and branch off into wild exaggerated lies aboutPhichit and Chris and Yurio, all Yuuri feels is a growing anger.

Hecloses out of Twitter and tosses his phone onto the pillows of Victor’s guestbed, stomping to the bathroom to cool down. After he’s brushes his teeth andgone through the daily morning motions, his ire has leveled out to a low simmerbeneath the surface. Stepping out into the living room of Victor’s apartmentand smelling coffee coming from the kitchen, hearing someone moving aroundclanking glass and humming, smothers the last of his anger.

“Morning,”Yuuri calls out, coming around to the kitchen to see Victor, soft anddisheveled in sweatpants and a tee-shirt. The Russian has a mug of coffee inhand and another sitting on the counter by a plate of fresh toast.

Victorresponds in kind with Russian and holds out Yuuri’s coffee. “Sleep well?”

Yuurinods. Sleeping was fine, it was when he woke up that things turned a bit sour.He sips his coffee and hesitates on bringing up what he woke up to. Victorseems relaxed and carefree and Yuuri doesn’t want to be the one to ruin that. Buthe also doesn’t want Victor to be taken by surprise when he heads out and getsaccosted by someone who recognizes him or reporters that are hovering by theentrance to the apartment building.

“So, uh,” Yuuri starts, but he doesn’t knowhow to continue. The gold ring on his finger, the promise from those few yearsago, clinks against the mug in his hands. Victor’s stands out against the marbletop where he’s resting his hand and supporting his weight.

Victorcocks his head to the side. “Something wrong?”

“No,uh, yes, kind of…” Yuuri trails. His gaze fixes on Victor’s ring and all he canthink about is if it’s true. If Victor really was looking at diamond rings lastnight when he had gone out. Victor had told Yuuri he was just doing someerrands and Yuuri had been exhausted enough from his day of training to fallasleep before Victor even came back. Even through his exhaustion-addled memory,Yuuri doesn’t recall Victor acting any different than usual then, but he wasalso at the point of falling asleep standing and much of the prior evening is ablur.

WhileYuuri’s thinking of a way to go about the whole did you buy me an engagement ring last night? thing, Victor, with aconcerned frown on his face, comes to Yuuri who steps back in surprise andpresses himself against the kitchen island. Victor stops just mere inches fromYuuri at a distance that is on the cusp between friendly and intimate.

“Isthis about the articles this morning?” Victor questions and Yuuri heaves a sighof relief at not having to bring it up, even though he’s still anxious aboutactually talking about it. He settles for nodding sheepishly into his mug, bothafraid and a little excited about Victor’s explanation. He can’t get over theidea of there being a diamond ring that would fit his finger.

Victorreleases a deep breath, but he’s smiling so Yuuri’s fears lessen. The Russianruns his free hand through his hair as he grumbles, “A man can’t go and look atsome jewelry, I swear.”

“Well,”Yuuri interrupts, “you’re not just anyone, Victor.”

Theman narrows his eyes at the interruption, but Yuuri doesn’t miss the pleasedgleam in Victor’s eyes as the other man’s lips twitch in their effort to notsmile.

“Regardless,”Victor continues, “I was just popping in to have a look and if I boughtsomething, that’s mine and whoever I’m buying the gift for’s business.”

Yuurilooks down at some point between his and Victor’s feet, the cooling mug ofcoffee in his hands at the edge of his vision. “Oh. Yeah.”

Victorsighs in front of Yuuri. “Oh Yuuri.” A hand cups his chin and tilts his face upso he’s eye-to-eye with Victor who’s giving him a knowing smile that’s soft atthe edges. “I was looking for a diamond pendant for Lilia for her birthday andended up getting something custom made that I can pick up next week or so.”

Yuuriflushes. He feels indescribably stupid for his assumptions and silly hopes.“Oh, ha, she’ll love that.”

Victor’ssmile turns sharp and there’s a playful twist to the wrinkles by his eyes.“Hmm, I hope so, or I’ll never hear the end of it. But, I didn’t leavecompletely empty handed last night.”

Yuurifrowns but remembers the article, where it mentioned that Victor had left thestore with a small bag and his heart skidded over a beat before thumpingfrantically in a cacophony of anxiety, nervousness, and anticipation. “Oh?” Hisvoice hiccupped through at least three changes in pitch and tone.

Victoris positively grinning at this point, but there’s a shadow that flickers acrosshis expression that Yuuri has come to learn is doubt – something his youngerself didn’t think someone like Victor could ever feel.

“Waithere.” And then his former coach is leaving the kitchen with hurried steps,disappearing into his bedroom. Yuuri’s more stunned than anything and so is inthe exact same position and place when Victor returns with a small, glossyblack bag with gold script advertising the store from where it came from. Heholds the box out to Yuuri who’s trying to focus on breathing in and out and inand out and—

“Yuuri,breathe,” Victor says, like that isn’t what Yuuri’s putting all his energy andfocus into doing. The bag is set down to the side and Yuuri hands his mug toVictor as the Russian tries to bring Yuuri back from the verge of hyperventilation.

WhenYuuri is breathing at a regulated and normal pace, Victor laughs and shakes hishead. “I just wanted to give you a present, not send you into an anxietyattack.”

Yuuriflushes and can’t bring himself to look at Victor, crossing his arms around hischest and sulking. “Sorry. You know what they’ve been writing about and sayingonline about…things.”

“Yes,”Victor nods, and picks up the bag again, but doesn’t add anything else. He justholds the bag as an offering that Yuuri takes with considerable levels oftrepidation and embarrassment at his initial reaction to the bag.

Yuuriopens the bag and amid unnecessary decorative tissue paper is a small, black velvetbox. Yuuri’s heart stops but he realizes that the box is a bit too long to be aring box and his pulse settles into a slightly less rushed rhythm.

“Victor…?”He looks up but Victor just smiles with his mouth closed and seems to be barelyholding back from bouncing in place from his anticipation that leaks through toYuuri and really doesn’t help with Yuuri’s maelstrom of emotions.

Yuurisets the bag down and opens the jewelry box. He’s surprised by the relief hefeels at it not being a ring, but he does also feel that pinch of disappointment.In the box is a pendant, a gold-brown gem roughly cut into a long rectangular prism.

“It’stopaz, imperial topaz,” Victor says. “We’re both going to be busy when yourbirthday comes around this year and when I saw this, I knew I had to get it foryou. It would have been a surprise, but, well, the media likes to be aninconvenience.” The Russian finishes with a shrugs but Yuuri is too focused onthe pendant resting in the white padding of the box. He eases the pendant outof the casing and with it comes a thin gold chain.

“It’sbeautiful, Victor,” Yuuri says finally, beaming up at his retired mentor.

Victorreaches for the chain and Yuuri turns around and tilts his head. The chaincomes around his head and the topaz pendant settles against his sternum.

AsVictor finishes clasping the necklace back around Yuuri’s neck, he leansforward and Yuuri squeaks as a shudder runs down his spine at the feel of lipsgrazing against his ear. “I’ll get you a ring when you win gold at theOlympics.”

Ittakes Yuuri a second for the words to process before he’s whirling around onlyto see Victor halfway across the room. “Victor!”