#Main F/O withdrawal hits differently

[v1-kisser]

Nvm what I said about my other F/Os I saw a stupid video and it's you it's you it's always been you . I love you more than words can say and I'd bleed myself dry if it means you get to see the world for just one more day and fall in love with being alive

[loganarmstrong]

B A S I C

NAME: Logan Mayumi Armstrong

NICKNAME(S): Lo

AGE: 29

DATE OF BIRTH: 5 February 1992

GENDER: cis male

PRONOUNS: he/him

F A M I L Y

MOTHER: lyra armstrong, nee karingal

FATHER: michael armstrong

SIBLING(S): sean (older brother), mason (older twin brother)

P H Y S I C A L

FACE CLAIM: darren criss

RACE/ETHNICITY: english, german, filipino, spanish, chinese

NATIONALITY: american

HEIGHT: 5 feet and six inches (5′6)

WEIGHT: 152 lbs

BUILD: slender, skinny, will often describe himself as scrawny

SCARS: inside of wrists, one above eyebrow

HAIR: black, curly

EYE COLOR: hazel

DOMINANT HAND: left

ACCENT: american (though rarely speaks)

PHYSICAL DISABILITIES: none, though needs glasses

MENTAL DISABILITIES: autisim, selective mutism

ALLERGIES: shellfish

DISORDERS: anxiety, depression

FASHION: prefers soft fabrics, often wears with overalls and doc martens

NERVOUS TICS: wringing hands together, fidgeting

L I F E S T Y L E

HOME ADDRESS: bridgeport, somerton, maine

RESIDES: medium sized loft apartment

BORN: conway, new hampshire

RAISED: conway, new hampshire

VEHICLE: range rover suv, black

PHONE: iphone xr

LAPTOP/COMPUTER: macbook pro, ipad pro

PET(S): service dog, northern inuit named ella

HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATION: kennett high school

COLLEGE EDUCATION: the institute of fine arts, nyu

MAJOR: fine art

MINOR: illustration

CAREER: head baker

EMPLOYER: golden flour bakery

DIET: vegetarian 

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

MARITAL STATUS: single

CHILDREN: none

LANGUAGES: english, american sign language

PHOBIAS: loud noises

HOBBIES: art, reading, journalling, soccer, video games

SOCIAL MEDIA: inactive on most, privacy settings high due to ex partner

F A V O R I T E

LOCATION: the reading nook in his apartment

VIDEO GAME: skyrim, animal crossing, horizon zero dawn, spyro, stardew valley

ARTIST: vincent van gogh

MUSIC: varying

SONG: radio gaga - queen

TV SHOWS: the umbrella academy, the witcher, friends, stranger things, doctor who, sherlock

MOVIES: the addams family, my neighbor totoro, jurassic park, hook, forrest gump

FOOD: asian

COLOR: yellow

C H A R A C T E R

MBTI: infj-t: the advocate

ENNEGRAM: six

TEMPERAMENT: melancholic

WESTERN ZODIAC: aquarius

CHINESE ZODIAC: monkey

PRIMAL SIGN: dolphin

B I O G R A P H Y

tw suicide attempt, self harm, abusive relationship

Logan Mayumi Armstrong is precisely three minutes and forty two seconds younger than his twin brother, Mason, and six years younger than his oldest sibling. He was a quiet baby who hardly ever cried and mostly kept to himself, even as a toddler. None of the family knew anything was wrong with Logan until he was five years old. The Armstrong family thought that maybe Logan was just a quiet child, or even a late bloomer. But soon enough, every other child in his play group could speak and Mason was already stringing together full sentences. Logan hadn’t uttered a single word and was taken to see a doctor, put through weeks of testing until finally, a result came through.

Logan was diagnosed with selective mutism. He had the ability to speak - the tests showed he had the physical ability, but he was unable to do so. The Armstrong family learned sign language in an effort to help their youngest son communicate and it was something he appreciated - he could actually ask for things now! More tests followed and eventually Logan was given a diagnosis of autism. He didn’t fully understand it, not when he was young, but he understood enough to know it made him different. He struggled to make friends in his class and often spent recess alone. Mason on the other hand, was confident and never shy of any friends. He was always around people, always out playing with his friends and happy.

Logan tried hard not to let his differences bother him. People didn’t understand him, that was what he told himself. He focused on the things he enjoyed instead, such as art. For Logan, it was a way of expressing himself without the need for words and he spent hours practicing, filling sketchbook after sketchbook. Art became his outlet, how he showed his feelings although most of his work he kept to himself. He didn’t want to upset anyone with his difference. He’d heard his mom crying when he was first diagnosed as autistic and understood being different made her sad. He’d heard his father say they could get through it and at least they had his siblings who would be able to lead “normal lives”. Those were the words his father had used and it hurt, to know he wasn’t normal. He’d known he was different, sure, but the thought of not being able to live a normal life hurt.

Logan never told either of his parents he’d overheard their conversation. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to hear it but he was sure it wouldn’t be good if they knew. He began to withdraw even more than before, stopping using sign language and only used simple, one-word answers to questions. Logan was battling with himself. As he got older, he realised he was even more different to his peers than he thought. Everyone started getting girlfriends when he entered high school and Logan wasn’t really interested in that. He thought girls were beautiful, sure, but Logan thought guys were too. He told Mason one day who seemed taken aback by the confession. The people in their school found out that Logan wasn’t quite straight and things only got worse. He was already picked on relentlessly for his lack of speech and being different but with new fuel to the fire, they made Logan’s life miserable.

The most difficult thing for him to accept was that no one wanted him around. He felt isolated, more alone than ever and didn’t know who to turn to for help. What could he do? He struggled with communication at the best of times. His parents were concerned at how withdrawn he’d become and heard from Mason how the bullying had gotten worse at school. They took him to a doctor and Logan was diagnosed with depression. He refused to take his medication and hid the pills from his parents - he didn’t need another thing wrong with him and he didn’t want the medication. He was careful though and everyone thought he was taking them when he was supposed to, believing it would just take time for him to get better.

Death wasn’t something that scared Logan. He wasn’t afraid to die and it was something he’d welcome. He wasn’t really sure what spurred his decision; he hadn’t been on his medication since his diagnosis and he was gradually getting worse. He couldn’t think of any other way to deal with the mess that was him. So when Logan’s mother found him on the bathroom floor, barely conscious and in a pool of his own blood, no one had expected it.

Logan was forced to stay in hospital for three months after that. Physically he was fine, merely left with deep scars marking the insides of his wrists. But mentally, Logan wasn’t okay. He was forced to take his medication, made to attend counselling and managed to tell his therapist everything. It took a long time, what with his lack of communication, but eventually, they understood the reasoning behind it and Logan began to recover.

He finished the school year in between his home and the hospital, Mason bringing the work home to him and helping him set up his online classes. Logan managed to graduate with a respectable grade. He wanted to pursue college, wanted to take his art further and make a career out of it. His parents were terrified to let Logan travel so far away. But they understood and after a lengthy conversation and the promise he would keep in contact with them, Logan was off.

He flew to New York City to study Fine Art and Illustration. It was a new sense of freedom for him. He still wasn’t okay, but he made sure he took his medication and stuck to a strict schedule for himself. It helped him focus and Logan was able to enjoy himself, even make a couple of friends and get a job as a barista in a local coffee shop. It was in this coffee shop that he met the person who changed his life.

Matthew was a kind and caring man at first glance. He didn’t let Logan’s lack of speech bother him, continuing to visit the younger man every day with a bouquet of flowers until Logan agreed to go on a date. Things started off well - Matthew was patient with Logan’s difficulty communicating and he made him laugh. Logan thought he could actually be happy and was excited when after a few short months, Matthew asked him to move in with him.

But that was when things began to take a turn for the worst. Matthew seemed to lose the patience he had before. He grew frustrated at Logan’s inability to speak and would fly into a fit of rage more often than not. The first time he hit him was one of the worst. Logan told himself he’d leave him, he wouldn’t let himself be pushed around like this. But Matthew had broken down, told Logan he needed help and said he wouldn’t be able to survive without him. He told Logan he’d been suicidal in the past and he would die if Logan left. So Logan stayed, forgave Matthew each and every time he was hit, when he was shoved or when he was beaten. Matthew told him this was what he deserved and Logan started to believe it. The bruises were always carefully hidden and Logan accepted that this was what his life would be. He was afraid no one would believe him if he told the truth so he kept quiet. Even after he finished his degree, he stayed with his boyfriend. Months turned into years and still, Logan was too afraid to leave.

The sixth time he was hospitalised from his injuries was the breaking point. But it also provided Logan with a way out. Matthew was arrested and Logan discharged himself from the hospital before he recovered fully and ran. He managed to scrape some money together and left the city, travelling as far as he could.

He settled in Somerton, Maine, a town he’d heard about often growing up. No one knew him there and he’d be able to start again, that was the main thing. He was still terrified Matthew would find him, especially as Logan fled without giving a statement against him. But he settled into life, got a job at the local bakery and kept his head down. It was just him and his faithful Ella now, his service dog. She kept him grounded and he knew he owed a lot t her presence. The residents of Somerton were nice and didn’t ask too many questions, for which he was grateful. Now all he had to do was hope he stayed safe.

[incorrectmerlinquotes]

i heard merlin whump fic recs... please... f e e d m e . . .

OH MAN AM I GLAD YOU ASKED DFGHRFGGFFGHGFG PREPARE FOR,,,,,,,,,,,,,, A DELUGE,,,,,,,, OF MERLIN PAIN,,,,,,,,,, 

Unbreakable by eight0fhearts

S4 timeline, multi-chapter, complete, and whoo, this one is where it’s AT, my man. A whumpist’s bread-and-butter, if you will. The Quintessential Enchanted!Arthur-hurts-Merlin fic, and oh, MAN, does this author do it SO WELL fghnrfhbfgb like,,,, eight0fhearts,,,,,, teach me,,,,,,,

Trigger warnings for physical + verbal abuse, of course, but I really think that goes without saying for that one!! And it’s not SUPER graphic, either, at least not in my opinion?? 

Worse Things by Kita Hart

S4 timeline, one-shot, and not necessarily “whump” in the strictest sense of the word, more like,,,,,,,, Merlin is a fucking idiot who tries to cope by stuffing his feelings down and Not Thinking About It, but luckily Arthur and the knights are Ultimate Bros™ and give him lots of comfort. Again, not necessarily whump, but VERY cute, and a rare opportunity for Merlin to get some TLC the series never gives him. 10/10 would recommend. spoilers for 4x08. 

Trigger warnings for physical + verbal abuse. 

Please Help My People by M1ssUnd3rst4nd1ng 

Between S4 and S5, in-progress, anD???? EXTREMELY GOOD. CANNOT RECOMMEND ENOUGH. LIKE,,,,, I DONT WANT TO SPOIL,,,,, BUT MERLIN,,,,,,, GETS HURT,,,,,, A LOT,,,,, AND THINKS ARTHUR,,,,,,, DOESNT CARE???? VERY GOOD EXTREMELY ANGSTY MUCH WHUMP SO ABUSE VERY EXTREMELY GOOD. CANNOT RECOMMEND ENOUGH HONESTLY. OH ALSO IT’S A REVEAL FIC AND IT’S BASED OFF “GOD HELP THE OUTCASTS” FROM THE DISNEY ADAPTATION OF THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME WHICH IS,,,,, MY FAVORITE DISNEY FILM,,,, EVER,,,,, SO,,,,, THERES THAT,,,,,,

Trigger warnings for physical + verbal abuse, and I think Merlin also gets flogged at some point?? I can’t remember gffgfgb iTS EXTREMELY GOOD THOUGH

Bandits, it’s Always Bandits! by Adeliade 

Anywhere from S4 to S5 timeline, one-shot, and your obligatory Merlin-gets-hurt-and-tries-to-hide-it fic!! Very well-done, too, we get to see the knights and Arthur being protective of Merlin!! And Arthur yells. a lot. it’s really fucking good omg.

Trigger warnings for violence and broken bones!!

At a Loss for Words by staymagical 

S4 timeline, multi-chapter, complete, and VERY good omg!!!! Merlin gets captured by slave traders, the knights are extremely protective of him, Arthur is extremely protective of him, Gaius is extremely protective of him!!!!! And ohhhhhhh the physical whump is JUST the tip of the iceberg. this author doesnt fuck around.

Trigger warning for,,,,,, everything tbh lmao most notably forced drugging and a resultant addiction + withdrawal, slave!Merlin, physical + verbal abuse and disabled Merlin ((and no, he doesn’t find a magical cure. I told you this author doesnt fuck around.)) 

Different by 1917farmgirl 

Early S1 timeline and????? so cute???? Merlin’s struggling to adjust to life in the city and his duties to Arthur, and the other servants aren’t making it easy for him. Admittedly, all the actual hurt happens off-screen, but it’s still a nice look into Merlin’s sense of separation and loneliness from other people, and his desperate desire to find a place where he fits in. Also some absolutely GOD-TIER fatherly!Gaius like holy shit who the FUCK gave this author the right to give me feels abt a crusty old physician. 

Trigger warnings for bullying!!  

Silence Cuts Loudest Through the Chaos by 1917farmgirl

Early-series timeline, post-S2, if I’m not mistaken, incomplete, and SO. MUCH. WHUMP. I DONT WANT TO SPOIL BUT MERLIN IS A SLAVE. ARTHUR THINKS HE’S DEAD. MERLIN GETS BEATEN. AND STRIPPED OF HIS MAGIC. AND  STARVED. AND OVERWORKED TO THE POINT OF PRETTY MUCH COLLAPSE. AND DID I MENTION ARTHUR THINKS HE’S DEAD AND THEN HE FINDS OUT HE’S NOT AND bhytghgfrtyhtfrgbhgtfgbhn SO. GOOD. LITERALLY WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT. WHAT. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT!!! PLEASE!!! TELL ME!!! BECAUSE!!! I DONT KNOW!!!

Physical + verbal abuse, torture, slave!Merlin, magic suppression, all the good stuff!!!

Ignis Fatuus by Ericka Jane 

S4 timeline, picks up shortly after 4x03 if I’m not mistaken, three-shot, complete, EXTREMELY FUCKING ANGSTY LIKE HOLY SHIT I WAS. I WAS NOT PREPARED. Really can’t say much without spoiling, but Merlin and Arthur get kidnapped!! Merlin is protective of Arthur and Arthur is protective of Merlin and Merlin gets tortured and a magic reveal and Arthur is many shocked much surprised o h m y l o r d its good!!!

Torture and magic reveal!!

Burning Amidst an Ocean by LFB72

Anywhere from S4 to S5 in timeline, multi-chapter, complete, aND EXTREMELY GOOD OH MY GOD LIKE I,,,,, SCREAMED,,,,,, SO MUCH,,,,,, MY FIRST TIME READING THIS I COULD NOT BELIEVE!!!!! HURT!MERLIN???? SICK!MERLIN??? FEVERED!MERLIN??? DELIROUS!MERLIN??? SCAR REVEAL????? FREYA REVEAL????? MERLIN ALSO NEARLY DROWNS IN LIKE CH1 LIKE LET THAT SINK IN SHIT GETS REAL IN CH1 AND DOESNT STOP FROM THERE ITS S O G O O D OH MY GOd!!!!! 

Near-drowning, serious illness, hallucinations + delusions, mainly just things like that!! 

Don’t Abandon Me by staymagical 

S4 to S5 in timeline, one-shot, and whump is off-screen buT DOES IT MATTER WHEN ITS THIS GOOD??? NO. IT DOESNT. ABSOLUTELY NOT. AT ALL. SUPER GOOD SHGTFGHNGFGBHFGBH AND GUILTY!ARTHUR TO BOOT??? Your essential Merlin-gets-tortured-for-information-about-Arthur with some nice twists!!! another by the author who doesnt fuck around. gotta remember this one.

Referenced torture, also starvation and thirst, but all only mentioned!!

Beyond Recall by laurajslr 

S4 to S5 timeline, VERY LONG multi-chapter, complete, and ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE honestly I CANNOT speak of this one highly enough. I’d argue it’s not so much a Merlin whump as it is just,,,,, a lot of manipulation? I’m going to explain it very badly so bear with me, basically Merlin loses all his memory of Camelot and Arthur and the knights, like he remembers nothing from the first episode onward, but it’s due to blunt-force head trauma rather than magical means, so that’s a twist!! But without his memory, he’s manipulated into serving another king who’s got an agenda AGAINST Arthur, and plans to use Merlin as a SPY for him AGAINST Camelot!!! So then it gets REALLY good !!! gosh just you WAIT and SEE I cOULD NOT put this one down it’s so good!!! kept me hooked all the way through!!!

warning for head injuries, obviously, but also magic reveal, psychological manipulation, essentially a slave!Merlin fic, but in a very unorthodox sense.

Dark Thoughts by Stealth Dragon 

One-shot, complete, dbhgfghgfghbgf sUPER GOOD!!!! Something,,,,,,, magical happens?? And gives Merlin the temporary ability to read minds, and then there’s this CREEPY-ASS MOTHERFUCKER WHO HITS MERLIN he’s some kind of lord, i think?? I haven’t read this one in, gosh, YEARS I’m probably not remembering parts of it right. that’s the main gist anyway.

Warning for attempted non-con, physical violence, and some pretty graphic imagery!!

Between a Rock and a Hard Place by LFB72

S4 maybe pre-S5 timeline, multi-chapter, complete!!! sggfgfgvf l i s t e n,,,,, i havent read this one in a while but it is GOOD omg I’ve been meaning to reread it I just haven’t found the time yet but I remember there’s definitely a stone in there somewhere that detects magic, and Arthur gets his hands on it, I think it might actually be a gift from a visiting lord or something, and if Merlin goes ANYWHERE near the stone, the stone is a little bitch squealer, so Merlin’s gotta find a way to NOT set it off and still be near Arthur. cUE MAGIC SUPPRESSION!!!! rare example in which Merlin is a willing participant!!! have I mentioned magic suppression fics are my FAVE because magic suppression fics are my FAVe. fuckin fight me.

aforementioned magic suppression, like really graphic, too, goes into detail about how painful and damaging it is to block it up like that. kudos to the author for doing that. also magic reveal and violence!! 

Honestly, I’m probably forgetting several hundred, there are just so many good ones, but this compilation is a pretty good start at least. Honestly, the authors mentioned on this list have a LOT more fics than just the ones I mentioned, I just picked my personal hurt!Merlin faves!! i hope this feeds you for now lmao if you want any more pLEASE feel free to ask because let me tell you i could talk all day and every day about Merlin whump lmao.

((((also I’m onceandfuturewarlock on both Fanfiction and AO3, and i write whump as well!! i’ll be the first to admit it’s not v good, absolutely NOTHING on anyone else on this list, but both my fics Do You Feel Like a Young God and Heavy Stones Fear No Weather have some hurt!Merlin that i took far FAR too much pleasure in writing lmao. Heavy Stones has referenced non-con, though, and Do You Feel Like a Young God has on-screen non-con, as well as physical + verbal abuse, so stay safe!!!)))))

Anyway, I hope you like the list!!

[tyranttortoise]

*I got called into work, so lemme post this up while I have the chance.

I participated in the lovely @thesinnerslounge‘s Secret Santa this year, and I got @vampirezelda!   I know you’re a sucker for a man that can cook--as well as a certain purple flamesman.  ;)

So here’s some Underfell Grillby x Reader SFW Gyftmas fluff~ <3  I hope you like it, and happy holidays my dear!  =D

You end up spending the holidays in your favorite place:  Grillby’s.

The neon sign, reflecting the tavern’s proprietor in bright purple script, has become a welcome home sign for you over the last couple of months.  You had quickly become a regular, which surprised you.  After all, you weren’t the most outgoing person, so being a human among all the rowdy monsters that frequented Grillby’s to drink every night seemed liked a recipe for disaster.  

It almost had been, at first.  They had been intrigued over the fact that a human would come in alone, and they’d either hit on you or attempted to scare you.  The bar’s owner had been the one to intervene.  

And, unsurprisingly... he was the reason you kept coming back.

As you enter the bar, the hot air of the interior hits you like a brick wall.  The difference is so abrupt that it stings you cheeks, and you wince; you’ll never quite get used to it during the winter.  The source of the heat is two large fireplaces roaring with fire magic on either side of the main space.

And, of course, the fire elemental standing behind the bar, chatting with a couple of other regulars.  

You clutch your gift box to your chest and begin making your way toward him.  Usually, the space is filled with tables, but they’ve been cleared away tonight, leaving only the booths and the bar for sitting.  The rest of the area has been made into a makeshift dance floor; for once, the juke box is actually working, and it’s playing classic holiday hits.  Most of the monsters are already drunk enough to be dancing; you spot a familiar skeleton that seems to be pretty wasted, gyrating with a couple of humans.  

When you reach the bar, Grillby turns away from the horse monster he was speaking with and looks over his wire-rim glasses at you.  A white-hot, sharp grin cracks across his indigo flames, and you can’t help but feel your pulse quicken from just a glance.  

“.....thought you’d have plans tonight,” the bartender muses, his voice a deep baritone distorted by crackling flame.  Despite this, it still has a smooth quality to it that curls within you like smoke.  

“Why?  Because it’s Gyftmas?” you inquire, taking your usual seat at the bar.  You’ve noticed that since you started coming on a regular basis, your stool is always vacant whenever you arrive.  

He tilts his head to the side, holding your gaze.  “Figured you would have a date for it.”

Somehow, the fact that he brought up that you’d have a date--yet didn’t ask you on a date prior--stings.  Your merriment deflates slightly, and you stumble over your reply, “Well... I.... no.  I don’t.”

You can’t hold his gaze; your eyes drop to a point just below his chin.

It doesn’t go unnoticed.

“......shame,” he mutters, but you don’t catch his expression.  Instead, you decide you could use something to eat.  

“Can I get my usual?” you prompt, desperate to change the subject.  Grillby watches you for a moment more, before nodding and pushing away from the bar.

“.....coming right up,” he throws over his shoulder and then retreats into the kitchen in the back.  You blow out a sigh and take a deep breath.  This isn’t a big deal.  You were planning on confessing your feelings to him--or at the very least, asking him out for a drink somewhere that <i>wasn’t</i> at his bar.  You’re too determined to back down just because of a hiccup.  You clutch the giftbag in your lap tighter, the holiday bag crinkling around your fingertips.

The door to the establishment suddenly slams open with enough force to bounce off the adjacent wall.  The thunderous sound punctuates the loud music and causes you to start in your seat and whirl around just in time to see a skeleton strut inside with purpose.  You recognize him as the dancing skeleton's brother, Papyrus, though you only know of him by reputation.

He opens his mouth to shout something, but it can't be heard over the cheers that erupt from every monster in the bar.  

The dancefloor becomes a sea of monsters, all clamoring to clap Papyrus on the back with sharp-toothed grins and drunken slurred cheers.  His scowl softens and his shoulders straighten with what seems to be pride, but although his mouth is moving, he's still staring at his brother.  Sans seems to be utterly wasted; he wobbles on unsteady feet toward Papyrus with each arm around a human.  You can't make out the conversation, but Papyrus manages to extract himself from the crowd, pulling his brother by the arm.  

"....so the hero of Gyftmas made an appearance."  

Grillby's breath stirs the hair by your ear, and you turn to find your face dangerously close to his.  You don't pull back as you inquire, "There's a hero of Gyftmas?"

"To us, yes," Grillby claims, holding your gaze with that same smirk as before.  "He's the one that finally took down Gyftrot and stopped the Snowdin murders."

That's the first you've ever heard of it.  "Wait, is that what Gyftmas is about?  I thought it was just a monster Christmas."

".... it used to be a night of fear and trepidation, but now... now, it's a night we celebrate.  Especially now, on the Surface... it's a night to live."

You can still feel his warm breath, hot and arid against your face.  You'd certainly like to lean in the last couple of inches and really live (in the moment, at least), but you can't bring yourself to do so.  While your resolve wavers, Grillby finally pulls back and pushes a plate of piping hot food closer to you.  

"A night to live, huh?" you muse, now that there's enough space between the two of you to finally think straight.  "What about all the holiday decorations?"  You gesture to the bright lights strung throughout the bar, the garland on the stairs, the decorated trees in the corners--to say nothing of the upbeat holiday music.  

"......aesthetic," he replies with amusement widening his grin.  

"Mmhmmm," you dubiously retort, finally turning your attention to your food.  Instead of your usual bar food order, you're surprised to find a holiday feast in front of you.  There's sliced ham, sweet potatoes, and other seasonal treats on a plate.  You glance down the bartop and discover that no one else seems to have a plate like this.  When you turn your bewildered gaze back to Grillby, you find him watching you carefully.

"This is for me?" you blurt, confused by the fact that this isn't what you ordered.

"Cooked just for you," Grillby confirms, with a wink.  "....thought you might want something other than bar food for once."

It took him no time whatsoever to get the food from the kitchen, which makes you think he already had it prepared ahead of time.  Was it really cooked just for you?  Didn't he expect you to be on a date tonight instead of here?  

"Really?"  His smile doesn't waver, and he motions to the food, a fiery brow wisping upward to indicate that you should try it.  You do, and your cheeks flush under his scrutiny while you chew--though, you're able to push that aside because the food is amazing.  Every bite is cooked just right and bursting with flavor, and you can feel a tingle of magic that only enhances the experience.  Your expression lights up, and Grillby props his arms on the edge of the bar, leaning forward expectantly.  

From his look, you know that he knows it's amazing.

So, you shrug.  "Not bad," you claim once you swallow the bite and go for another.  The flamesman crackles in disbelief.

"....not bad?"

You hum thoughtfully while you chew and meet his gaze.  The man can cook, and you're weak for it; he even makes bar food taste heavenly, so getting an actual home-cooked meal from him is a dream come true.  You know your expression isn't as neutral as you'd like since you can't keep the grin off your face, but you do manage to keep it in check so you don't look deranged in front of your crush.  

"It might even be good," you concede, to which he chuckles, shaking his head.  

"Your praises make it worth slaving over a hot stove, my dear..." he murmurs in that low, sultry baritone, and your stomach feels as if it does a flip.  He did make it just for you, didn't he?

"Yo, Grillbz!  You gonna make some fer all o' us?" a bird monster chirps toward the bartender, drawing his attention.  Grillby fixes him with a deadpan stare that has the regular chortling.  "At least fill up a guy's glass, will ya?  I'm dyin' o' thirst!"

"....fine, fine," Grillby mutters as he excuses himself to do his bartending duties while you focus on eating.  Without him around, you suddenly realize just how loud the music has gotten.  Almost all of the patrons are up dancing; after all, it's rare that the juke box actually works, so they have to take advantage of the opportunity.

"Ya'know, I know somethin' that would quench my thirst."

A bear monster is suddenly sitting beside you, all sharp fangs and snazzy threads.  He pointedly looks you over, a glaze in his eye indicative of his inebriated state.  "How'd you like to dance with a former mayor?"

He leans in, smelling of booze, and extends his furry hand to you.  You've seen him a few times, but never spoke directly to him.  

"No, thanks," you politely refuse, gesturing to your food as an out.  "I'm eating right now."

"Not a problem," the bear states nonplussed.  He withdraws his hand and props an elbow against the bartop.  "I can wait until you're finished."

"There's no need," you insist, though his expression doesn't change; he's not getting the hint.  So, you lie, "I'm here with someone."

"You are?"  His furry brow arches.  "I saw you come in alone.  Who're you with?"

Dammit, leave it to a drunken bear monster to call you out.  Before you can think of a feasible excuse, you feel an incredibly warm hand settle on your shoulder.  From your peripherals, you can see indigo flames, burning bright from above the bartender's fur-lined coat.  

It feels much hotter than before.

"....me," Grillby rasps.  "So, take a hint and move on."

The bear raises his paws and jumps off the stool.  "I... I didn't know it was like that, Grillbz, honest!" he stammers, before beating an awkward retreat into the writhing bodies on the dancefloor.  

"Thanks," you murmur, but Grillby doesn't move his hand.  Instead, he slides his palm down your arm and grips your hand in his, prying it away from the gift bag you're holding in your lap.  

"....come on.  Let's dance."

You're not going to say no to that, but you also don't want to abandon your present for him.  Grillby seems to notice your hesitation and reaches over with his other hand to take the gift bag and set it beneath the bar.  At least the patrons here know better than to ever step foot behind his bar.

Grillby leads you around the edge and then laces his fingers with yours.  He moves to the outskirts of the dancefloor and draws you close.  "I didn't know you danced," you blurt; you've never seen him so much as nod his head along with a beat.

"I'm full of secrets," he vaguely claims, while one hand slips to the small of your back.  In the next beat, he pulls you flush against him.  You can feel the heat of his flames through the layers of his dress clothes, and even though his hand is in yours, it doesn't burn.  Instead, it just tingles with magic; the flames feel as if they roil beneath an invisible barrier.  

"Tell me some of them," you implore with a grin as Grillby leads the dance, moving with the beat of next song, Baby, It's Cold Outside.

His sharp smirk spreads upward.  ".....if I did, I'd have to kill you."

You fix him with a look.  "C'mon, Grillby.  Please?"

He hand squeezes yours as the two of you complete a swaying circle to the beat.  "Fine.... I like it when you beg like that."

Your face lights up, and you falter in your next step, causing him to chuckle and wind his arm tighter around your back.  "....I also like watching your face turn that lovely shade of red."

In response, you can feel your face glow even brighter. "That's not fair," you chide, slipping your arm around his neck so you can hide your face against his shoulder.  The fur from his jacket tickles your cheek, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest.  "Can you even blush?"

He laughs at that, the sound raspy and crackling.  "Yes, I can..."  His head tilts down, and you can hear his voice right at your ear, clearer than ever.  "You just haven't done anything to make it happen."

A challenge.  

"How'm I supposed to do that?  Call you Hot Stuff?" you mumble, drawing another crackling chuckle.  "Tell you that you really light up the room?"

"... now I think you're just trying to seduce me," he teases, releasing your hand to wrap both arms around you and draw you flush against his body.  

If only it was that easy.

You wind your other arm around his neck, too, your fingers idly toying with the dancing flames that comprise his hair.  "Caught me," you half-joke, before releasing an exaggerated sigh with your cheek against his shoulder.  A shudder ripples through him, and you belatedly realize that your breath is probably cold compared to the natural, arid heat of his body.

Was it a good shudder or a bad shudder?  It's the difference between stoking a fire and trying to blow out birthday candles.  You decide to experiment and lightly blow on the violet flames visible just above the collar of his dress shirt.

You feel his chest expand against yours as he sucks in a breath--and his face actually glows brighter!

"Hey, I think I did it!" you announce, wide-eyed as Grillby's smoldering gaze meets yours.  You must look incredibly proud because he stifles his sudden laughter against your shoulder, his body shaking with suppressed chuckles.  

When he pulls himself together, his mouth is at your ear again, only this time, you can feel a flame dance across the shell of it.  Your fingers inadvertently dig into his fiery wisps of hair, and he growls, "Now I know you're trying to seduce me."

You don't deny it; you mean to playfully laugh, but it falls flat.  Weak, just like your knees.  The song switches to a more upbeat All I Want for Christmas is You, but neither of you change the tempo of your swaying motions.  

You can hear your blood pounding in your ears and the fluttering in your stomach.  You've both lapsed into silence, pressed against one another on the outskirts of the dancing, writhing drunken bodies.  Is now the time to ask him on a date?  Or is all of this just flirtatious fun--just two people holding onto one another on the holidays?

You try to muster the courage to speak, but the words you want just won't form.  So, you hold onto the moment as long as you can, tightening your arms around him, relishing in the scent of campfire and spice, in the feeling of his hair wrapping and twisting around your fingers, seemingly with a mind of its own.  

Halfway through the song, Grillby stops moving.  Disappointment washes over you; is it time for him to get back to work?  Can't he at least finish the final minute of the song?  Slowly, you manage to pull your head up from his chest, only to meet his amused smile.

"....you should pay attention to where you're going."

He was leading the dance, you think, confused.  Your brow furrows slightly, and he nods his head toward the ceiling.  Your gaze slowly follows, and you stare in surprise at the cluster of mistletoe hanging above.  He'd lead you directly beneath it and stopped.

All of your prior disappointment is washed away by nerves.  You don't let it show, however; no, you smirk and level him with a stare.  "Why... if I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me."

"Is it working?"  His own smirk is still in-place, and you feel your stomach do a back-flip.  

Although your nerves are thrumming, you decide to be honest.  "Oh, yes."

Something else crosses his expression-- a focus you can see in his smoldering gaze as he regards you over the top of his glasses.  In the next moment he brings one of his hands up to cup your chin... and then, his mouth crashes on yours.  

His lips are malleable; you can feel a thin barrier of magic around them, making your own lips tingle.  This isn't a chaste kiss, however; he wastes no time working your lips apart to thrust his tongue into your mouth and explore.  His tongue is liquid heat, though not hot enough to be unpleasant.  Instead, the sensation sets your nerves on fire; his tongue dances around yours, winding around it, filling your mouth with the undulating sensation of magic that draws a deep, contented moan from the back of your throat.          

Grillby crackles a growl in response from deep within, and you desperately clutch to the front of his jacket, the fur between your fingers serving to ground you.

His mouth is dry; there's no swapping saliva here.  Rather, you can feel your mouth drying out as the kiss continues, your face flushed and warm.  As much as you'd like to stay glued to him for longer, you have to break apart and swallow in an effort to get your tongue damp again.  

The fire elemental seems to anticipate this and moves his mouth across your jaw and down the side of your neck.  

If his arm wasn't so tight around your neck, you know that you'd end up in a puddle at his feet.  

Finally, he pulls back to appraise your expression, and his smirk widens at what he sees.  You know you must look dazed, your lips slightly parted and your face completely flushed--both from the moment and the proximity of his heat.  

You finally break the silence.  "Wow, that was... quite the Gyftmas present."  

"... I was hoping your real Gyftmas present could be dinner at my place."

Real Gyftmas present?  Your mind is whirling with the implications, but you can't help but point out, "We're already at your place."

"Smart ass," he chides with a chuckle.  "Upstairs.  My home.  A date."

Date!  He said date!  You're practically glowing at this point, despite the fact that you're not the fire elemental in this equation.  "Yes, absolutely," you agree, before you realize something -- you haven't given him his present yet!

"Speaking of Gyftmas presents... you haven't opened yours yet."

"....you're not my present?" he quips, his fingers brushing a wayward strand of your hair back into place.  The ghost of his fingertips against your skin has you wanting to kiss him again, but you manage to refrain.  

"You put your present behind the bar."  

".... it is?"  From the look on his face, you realize that he had no idea that gift bag was for him.  "Now I have to know what's inside it." Immediately, he whirls around toward the bar and makes his way back to it, his arm wound around your waist.  

He draws you behind the bar with him-- which is quite the privilege; the regulars at the bar all whoop and holler, trying to fluster you since they witnessed your mistletoe kiss.  Grillby pointedly ignores them and instead sets the gift bag on the table to reach into the tissue paper.  

He pulls out a holiday tin, filled to the brim with cookies, oreo balls, and fudge -- all of it homemade.  You wanted to make something for him, as well as show him you can cook, too.  Although, if things go well, you could likely convince him to let you cook for your upcoming dinner date.

"....... you made these?" he queries as he picks up a piece of fudge.  It's a wonder the chocolate doesn't melt in his hand, but Grillby has careful control over his magic.  

"Yeah, I baked all of them for you to try."  Suddenly, you're feeling a little shy.  "I mean, you're always cooking for me, so I wanted to return the favor."  

He pops it into his mouth and chews slowly, savoring the flavor.  You begin feeling nervous.  "What do you think?"

Suddenly, he smirks and throws your own words back at you, "Not bad."  You swat his chest as he pulls you close to him--once again ignoring the goading cheers of his customers.  

He leans in, his lips ghosting yours as he adds, "....but you taste better."  

[willag42]

Yuri!!! On Ice Fanfic Recs with Reviews  ["W" Authors]

Note: Doing some major reformating of the YOI fanfic rec pages. The pages that include my reviews are now having the posts separated alphabetically by author (see below). I am also creating separate page(s) that allow filtering the fanfics by category. It's a work in progress, but I'm having fun with it.

This page includes my YOI fanfic recs (with reviews) for authors whose names begin with "W".

Note: For any authors whom I don't know the gender, I refer to them with they/them. If any authors wish to correct me, please do so.

AUTHORS REC PAGES: #0-9 -- A -- B -- C -- D -- E -- F -- G -- H -- I -- J -- K -- L -- M -- N -- O -- P -- Q -- R -- S -- T -- U -- V -- W -- X -- Y -- Z

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whelvenwings (@whelvenwings)

You Set My Heart on Fire

Rating: Teen Words: 34.6k Status: Complete Relationship: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Tags: Alternate careers AU; Painters; Soulmates AU; Anxiety ❤❤❤❤❤  Summary: Everyone has a soulmate. And everyone sees any marks on their soulmate's skin appear on their own body; it starts with the first marks, drawn on by the midwife at birth. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a soulmate who replies, but Yuuri does, and he knows that he should feel fortunate - however, when he's trying to make a living as a small-time painter, and his soulmate is the famous artist, Viktor Nikiforov... well, it seems slightly less than fortunate. Yuuri can't help but feel self-conscious. So self-conscious, in fact, that he's never even shown Viktor his face, never let Viktor hear his voice. The only way that they've spoken is through ink, writing message after message to each other on their skin - but that's all about to change. ❤❤❤❤❤  Review: This soulmate fic takes place in an alternate universe where Yuuri and Viktor are painters. They have been communicating with each other since Yuuri's birth by writing to one another on their skin. Yuuri is an extremely anxious and very sensitive in this AU, nervous to let himself be known to many people, including Viktor. Eventually, at 24, he works up the nerve to call Viktor on the phone and soon gets wrangled into a painting competition with Yuri using Viktor's body as the canvas. This is a story about Yuuri slowly becoming more confident and bold in both his relationship with Viktor and with his art. A big setback occurs which results in Yuuri withdrawing from Viktor, but gradually they work their way back and further beyond. They learn to work with each other's opposing personalities to strengthen and improve themselves and their relationship. This is a delightful fic with a really sweet ending.

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witchbane (@witchsbane)

Kintsugi

Rating: Explicit Words: 114.1k Status: Work In Progress Relationship: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Tags: Mafia AU; Enemies to lovers; Angst; Slow burn ❤❤❤❤❤  Summary: Yuuri Katsuki is a hitman burdened with a debt he can never repay. His target: Viktor Nikiforov, next Pakhan to one of the most dangerous families in the Russian mafia. When the two are drawn into a treacherous alliance after a mission gone wrong, the bonds of love and loyalty to family and duty begin to unravel—even as they get more tangled up in each other. ❤❤❤❤❤  Review: I'm normally not much for mafia AUs. I don't enjoy stories with main characters that are genuinely despicable, assholish, or psychotic, and I like it even less when my favorite characters are changed and portrayed that way. What works with Kitsugi is witchbane's talented, careful handling of the characters, more broken and hardened from their experiences, but still likeable and similar to their canon counterparts. Yuuri is turned into an efficient and capable killer in order to pay off a debt, but he hates what he does, feeling guilty about several of his actions, but is determined to see it through because he desires to finally go back home to his family and earn his freedom. Victor is colder and more ruthless, but does so out of loyalty and care for Yakov and others in the mafia family, and he values loyalty in others. He's an asshole to Yuuri at first, being a for-hire hitman and outsider, but comes to genuinely care for him, respecting Yuuri's desire to not be forced into sex, worrying over him when he gets injured, and trusting him with secrets. They are slowly forging a loving bond in harsh, cruel conditions, and it will be interesting to see where the story goes from there considering how much Yuuri is hiding from Victor. The story is realistic, gritty, and angsty, doesn't glorify or romanticize the lifestyle, and still maintains sympathetic characters. It makes for a fascinating fic, and I really appreciate what witchbane has done with it.

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writingfromtheshadows (@lovingnikiforov)

Equivalent Exchange

Rating: Mature Words: 129.6k Status: Work In Progress Relationship: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Tags: Fantasy AU; Royalty AU; Politics; Magic; Hurt/comfort ❤❤❤❤❤  Summary: Without the Katsuki line to protect and maintain the laws of magic, Great Mages have become so few and far between that many believe the age of magic is coming to an end. However, when he comes across a young man weaving tales with figures of fire, Viktor begins to wonder if magic is truly dead, or if it lives on in the body of the storyteller with warm brown eyes. ❤❤❤❤❤  Review: This fic is absolutely amazing. Hands down one of the best royalty, political thriller fanfics for YOI, with everyone being a competent badass in their own special way. Dessa takes great care at carefully developing the plot and characters, never sacrificing one for the other. The beginning of the fic sets the stage for Viktor and Yuuri's relationship, both ommitting key facts about themselves, but still able to create a connection. Viktor is a king who just wants a break from the ever-constant responsibility and to connect with someone who just sees him as Viktor. Yuuri is a mage who pretends to not be one, and becomes attached to this man who seems to have a target painted on his back. The beginning is mostly light-hearted, with hints of the trouble to come. The Nikiforovs have a powerful, magical enemy that is determined to destroy their dynasty, and Yuuri becomes the only possible person to combat these attacks. The plot is gradual to work its way in, but once it does it hits in full force, and the topics tackled are heavy - regicide, mass murders, discrimination, duty/sacrifice. The story approaches the conflicts and politics in a realistic manner - everybody has to sacrifice something for the greater good. As much as some of Viktor's advisors would like to play the part of Viktor's friend and trust his faith in Yuuri, they must remain skeptical and wary. As much as Yuuri would just like to run away and hide who he is, he is the only force powerful enough to protect Viktor and change the course of the battle. As much as Viktor would like to be more familiar around Yuuri, he must maintain a certain distance. Dessa utilizes multiple POVs so that you understand the motivations behind each of the main characters. Everyone is so well-rounded. I love it how in one chapter I can be so frustrated with the actions of one character, and in the next I'm sympathizing with their plight and reasons behind their actions. And it's not just one character, it's multiple. They all make frustrating mistakes, but they all also learn and grow from these mistakes. Their inner thoughts and interactions with one another builds the careful framework that this story thrives on. Wow, I really really really can't wait to see how this fic is resolved - this is the story I most eagerly anticipate updates for.

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Wynn (@astreetcarnamedwynn)

Wynn is so great with balancing the dynamics between Yuuri, Victor, and Yuri. Normally I don't care for Yuri taking away focus from Yuuri and Victor, but I love how she weaves him into her fics. She is perhaps one of the few authors that I will gladly read Yuri's POV and interactions with Yuuri and Victor.

Sixty Impossible Things

Rating: Teen Words: 77.9k Status: Work In Progress Relationship: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov; (platonic friendship) Yuri+Yuuri Tags: Canon divergent; Alterate meeting after Sochi; Sassy Yuuri; Pining Victor; Anxiety; Getting to know each other; Learning to relationship ❤❤❤❤❤  Summary: Yuuri sits shellshocked at the barrage of messages. His friends and family in Hasetsu possessed a modicum of chill, as Phichit would say, at least when it came to phones and social media. This blitz... possessed no chill whatsoever. None. Yuuri thinks even Phichit would be awed. "Yuri Plisetsky and Viktor Nikiforov are messaging me the argument I think they’re having with each other about each other while likely standing right next to each other while texting me." Celestino stares at him a long moment, silent. Then he lifts a hand to his temple, closes his eyes, and sighs. ❤❤❤❤❤  Review: This is a canon divergence fic where Yuri starts contacting Yuuri soon after the Sochi Grand Prix, and things barrel out of control from there. Something that I absolutely LOVE is that Wynn focuses on Yuuri's relationships with Yuri, Viktor, Phichit, Celestino, and Minami. The way Yuuri interacts with each of them is different, and I appreciate the care and emphasis she puts on making each one important for Yuuri. Celestino is often an overlooked character, so I really appreciate her attention to him. The conversations are honest, occasionally savage, occasionally funny, and just generally sweet. I especially love how he responds to Yuri's rudeness with equal rudeness initially, which is refreshing to the normal "oh what a cute kitten." Yuri can be a real dick, and it's nice to see him called out on such dickishness. And while the interactions between the two are petty and contentious from both sides for a while, this slowly changes as the fic continues. Originally, this story was set as complete at five chapters and has since been continued, which I was so excited to see! Each chapter continues to get better, further developing the dynamics between Yuuri, Victor, and Yuri. Recent chapters have seen a break through between the three, being more honest with each other, and all the angst and stress beforehand was worth the heartwarming payoff. I love this story so much, and I'm glad that Wynn decided to continue it!

Yuri, the Vampire Slayer

Rating: Teen Words: 20.9k Status: Work In Progress Relationship: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov; (platonic) Yuri+Yuuri; (brothers) Victor+Yuri Tags: Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU; Vampire slayer Yuri; Vampire slayer Yuuri; Watcher Yuuri; Witch Victor; BAMF Yuuri ❤❤❤❤❤  Summary: One month after the death of his Watcher, Yakov Feltsman, sixteen-year old Yuri Plisetsky struggles to deal with the grief he feels at Yakov's death as well as the burden he bears at being a vampire slayer, particularly keeping his secret from his best friend, Otabek Altin. Yuri's brother, Viktor, struggles as well, having traded ballet and the Bolshoi for lawnmowers and suburbia following the death of their mother two years prior. Into both of their lives walks Yuuri Katsuki, a walking knot of contradictions, with his ugly tie and slicked back hair, bearing the news that he, now, is Yuri's new Watcher. ❤❤❤❤❤  Review: I was hesitant to start this story despite being a big Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan (favorite American tv series still to this day). I saw the title, wasn't too enthusiastic for a story where Yuri was the main character, and stayed away. I shouldn't have worried, because Wynn does a great job balancing the scenes between all three characters. And despite Yuri getting the title role, the Buffy mantle is shared between him and Yuuri (Yuuri is 7th season Buffy to Yuri's 1st season Buffy). Yuuri shares several of his slaying stories with Yuri, which any fan of the Buffy series will recognize (the drowning, fight with the mayor, etc). I love how much of a BAMF Yuuri is. Yuri is understandably angry with the whole situation, slowly improving with Yuuri's guidance. And Victor is desperate to protect his brother and keep their family together. It's really well done, and I hope that Wynn eventually gets back to the story.

[bharatiyamedia-blog]

Sino-US commerce dispute: India ought to seize alternatives to extend exports in tariff-affected markets

http://tinyurl.com/yxaueqn2 The continuing commerce warfare between the US and China now covers nearly all of the bilateral commerce between the 2 international locations. The futility and fatality of the collection of retaliatory tariffs can’t be overemphasised, because it casts a looming shadow on the revival of the worldwide financial system. The tariff warfare is ready to create distortions in each regional and international worth chains, and its antagonistic influence is more likely to unfold to different creating international locations, worsening their present stability of cost challenges. India’s exports, that are extremely aware of adjustments within the international slowdown, are additionally vulnerable to those commerce disruptions. Nevertheless, a strong export technique may also help the nation tide over the disaster, by notching up the next share within the tariff-affected markets of the US and China. Representational picture. Reuters Whereas the tariffs imposed by the US on China create the most important alternatives in sectors corresponding to equipment, mechanical home equipment, and electrical gear, India’s aggressive benefit and exportable surplus in these areas is pretty low. Actually, India runs a commerce deficit in these product classes. India’s export technique ought to, subsequently, deal with capitalising on commerce gaps in areas the place it has a aggressive benefit in exports. Growth of exports In line with Exim Financial institution analysis, within the quick to medium-term, India may simply faucet almost $29.1 billion value of the market within the US, and about $2.9 billion value of the market in China. A complete of 33 merchandise have been recognized for the US market, and 12 merchandise for the Chinese language market. These are merchandise the place India’s exports are aggressive, and the nation is already an vital provider to the US and China, with the potential for additional growth in its market share. The merchandise with most potential for exports to the US comprise made-up textiles, apparels, house textiles (together with handicrafts), jewelry, marine preparations, and engineering items corresponding to transmission shafts and gears for equipment, components of inner combustion engines, and components of electrical motors and turbines. In among the house textile merchandise, India and China collectively account for greater than half of the full imports by the US, and tariffs on China can open up a big marketplace for India. Within the Chinese language market, the most important alternatives exist within the segments of cotton, natural chemical compounds, gentle oils and preparations of petroleum, polypropylene polymers, and engineering items corresponding to inner combustion piston engines and its components, gears for equipment, and components of air or vacuum pumps. Apart from these recognized merchandise, there additionally exist alternatives for Indian exporters within the pharmaceutical sector of China, particularly on account of the easing of norms within the sector by the Chinese language authorities throughout 2018-19. The bettering local weather has boosted India’s exports of pharmaceutical merchandise to China, with exports registering a 70 % y-o-y progress throughout 2018. Despite the expansion, India’s market share within the pharmaceutical sector stays a mere 0.1 % in 2018, presenting vital room for progress. Roadblocks to US market However the alternatives, India’s competitiveness within the US market could possibly be impacted due to the seemingly removing of advantages beneath the Normal System of Preferences (GSP) programme. In line with the US Commerce Consultant (USTR), India is the highest beneficiary nation beneath the GSP programme with almost $6.three billion value of Indian exports benefitting from the preferential tariffs beneath this system in 2018. Withdrawal of advantages may have an effect on India’s exports of chemical compounds, auto components, and tableware, that are at the moment the highest exports by India beneath the GSP programme. In line with Congressional Analysis Service, GSP removing would reinstate the US tariffs, which vary from 1 % to 7 % on the highest GSP bilateral imports by the US. This might influence the competitiveness of Indian exports to the nation. In view of those developments, India wants to organize a short-term and long-term method to export progress in these tariff-affected markets. Within the quick to medium-term, the main target could possibly be on tapping the market created within the US and China on account of the tariff warfare. Concomitantly, India additionally wants to organize for future uncertainties, particularly in gentle of the nation being positioned on the ‘Precedence Watch Listing’ of the US beneath the USTR Particular 301 Report for mental property rights (IPR) implementation. Within the longer run, the main target also needs to be on accelerating export competitiveness and product diversification for enhancing market presence. 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