#THERE ARE SO MANY AUS AND IM OPEN TO ANYTHING FLUFFY AND LONG FEED MY SOUL PLEASE

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Hello, a friend of yours said you might be able to recommend some radiodust fanfics, and it can be anything im not picky

RadioDust fanfics you say? Alright *cracks knuckles* here we go.

1.) The Charismatic Cannibal’s Guide to Self Care

Rating: E

Summary: Alastor chuckled around a hand. Angel would never get over how shark-like he could look. Fangs were the norm here, but Alastor’s had a certain animal quality that fit strangely in a humanoid face. Too big and too many. And right now they were tinged with a hint of red from his choice of drink.

“So what,” he said, “would liven up the place for you, sport?”

You might assume that Angel Dust is the bad influence in every situation. You would be wrong.

The Radio Demon has plans for Hell, and plans for Angel. And they aren't pretty.

Will contain gore/cannibalism/murder and plenty of fun, bad people. Please read the tags and content warning. Plot now, smut to follow.

Personal thoughts: It only one chapter so far but I really like the premise.

2.) Their Arrangement

Rating: E

Summary: Alastor and Angel Dust have come to an agreement after Angel pushes the Radio Demon's buttons a little too far and inadvertently awakens the long forgotten urges buried under decades of bloodlust.

Personal thoughts: One of my literal favorites. Alastor and Angel’s evolving relationship from sex friends to ‘oh shit I have feelings’ *chef’s kiss*.

3.) Absolute Territory

Rating: E

Summary: Angel Dust is an absolute terror for Absolute Territory.

Alastor never knew he had a thing for stockings until Angel decides to flaunt a pair, matched with a pleated skirt and an oversized sweatshirt.

Personal thoughts: Have some good ol’ smut.

4.) Heart Between His Teeth

Rating: E

Summary: So maybe there are better things to life than being drugged and fucked so hard you can't even think for yourself.

Personal thoughts: OMFG. I CAN NOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS FIC.

5.) Angel Dust’s Not So Illustrious Life

Rating: T

Summary: Alastor isn’t sure why he’s become Angel’s primary target, but the more he attempts to dissuade Angel’s advances, the more fervent they seem to become.

And maybe Alastor likes that...maybe...Yet it seems there’s more to Angel than innuendos and a quick romp.

Personal thoughts: I kinda love this fic a lot where Angel and Alastor respect each other’s boundaries.

6.) Caught In His Own Web

Rated:E

Summary: "So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never. Because the dance with the devil might last you forever."

Redemption is hard when you don't want to do it. Redemption is even harder when a certain Radio Demon keeps enabling your sinful behavior.

Personal thoughts: My favourite trope, bad people being worse together.

7.) I Thought I Knew You 

Rated: M

Summary: Angel Dust can't ruin the hotel's reputation if he can't go outside. Or, at least, that's what Alastor says. Of course, it's all a ploy to torture Alastor's least favorite spider demon, but maybe he doesn't know Angel Dust as well as he thinks he does.

Personal thoughts: I really like this one especially since it feeds into my “Alastor is a dick in all AUs.”

8.) Sex, drugs and radio host

Rating: E

Summary: For some ungodly reason, Alastor decides to keep Angel safe and sound - meaning no sex, prostitution and certainly no drugs. Of course, this wild idea is met with more than a little resistance. But... no one ever cared if Angel was safe. And sometimes, all he would like is a hug. Sex sure is nice, but he is more than willing to explore the possibilities.

The trouble is, it doesn't seem like Alastor is offering anything specific. Keeping things strange and vague is not helping, especially when a new guest catches Alastor's attention.

Personal thoughts: Its cute and theres feelings involved is all I’m saying.

9.) Gentleman's Wager 

Rating: None

Summary: Sick of listening to Angel Dust's crass and vulgar language, Alastor makes a bet with him. If Angel Dust can remain absolutely silent for one whole week, he'll give in and kiss him.

Personal thoughts: *inhales* JVKJGCHJCHJCVJHVJHGCJHCJHCGFD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH PLEASE READ IT.

10.) Triggered 

Rating: None

Summary: Angel Dust had never really thought too much about the static hum surrounding Alastor wherever he went... until now anyway.

Personal thoughts: It's a very good fic about ANgel dealing with PTSD. Def check it out.

11.) Dinner and Drinks 

Rating: None

Summary: Alastor and Angel Dust can barely tolerate each other and Charlie seeks to fix that.

Personal thoughts: Again, a slow development of Angel and Alastor’s relationship.

12.) You Do Something to Me 

Rating: T

Summary: Alastor's radio signals go both ways, and for the past few decades he's tuned into the most beautiful voice. What a surprise to find the source in the Happy Hotel right under his nose.

A relationship that grows through music.

Personal thoughts: AGAIN, PLEASE READ THIS IT IS CUTE HECK AND WILL CLEAR YOUR SKIN. Also, its part 2: No One Knows Anything But Us 

13.) 1932

Rating: M

Summary: The 1930s are the for perfect time to nurture any up-and-coming radio host or serial killer alike. Alastor is no exception.

Set in New Orleans in 1932, Alastor is living his best life. Broadcaster by day and home chef by night, he's learned that Jumbalaya is best served with a side of human liver and a still beating heart. That is until he brings the wrong meal to his table, a member of the Italian mafia, and ends up biting off more than he can chew.

With his latest meal escaping the table and his identity running the risk of being found out, Alastor faces his biggest hunt yet. The streets of New Orleans are his forest and this time, it's his head on the platter.

AKA Alastor screws up and now has to fix his mess in Dixieland while balancing his day job, cannibalistic hunger, and learn how to be a decent human being for once along the way. Should be fun.

Personal thoughts: I absolutely adore this fic. Please give it a shot.

14.) Contracts and Deals Series

Rating: E

Summary: Angel Dust, Hell's number one porn actor.

Alastor, Hell's most renowned overlord.

The two cross paths.

Angel makes a deal with Alastor to get out of his contract with Valentino. One thing leads to another.

Personal thoughts: It’s a good series that eventually gets really fluffy.

15.) Good Management

Rating: M

Summary: Alastor thought he had Angel Dust filed away into his niche box in the Hotel. He was wrong. But he's a good enough manager to fix his responsibilities.

Personal thoughts: Its AngeliaDark. You know it’s good.

16.) Anything for you

Rating: M

Summary: Valentino faces the consequences of hurting someone that Alastor deeply favors

i.e. Val fucking dies

Personal thoughts: Any fic where Val dies is a good fic.

17.) Predator and Prey

Rating: M

Summary: Every couple of years, Angel Dust goes through a change that makes him a lot less tolerable to be around, for many more reasons than one. The staff of the Hotel are about to learn that the hard way, none more so than Alastor.

Personal thoughts: Okay so, slight dubcon, would recommend checking the tags before going into it. Though I love how it tackles on the story of Alastor being a deer which is technically a prey animal and Angel being the predator for once. Absolutely love it.

18.) Good Tidings 

Rating: T

Summary: A Christmas party in Hell isn't the big selling point for the Happy Hotel (For Hazbins), but Charlie feels that the holiday season is just what her friends need to open up to and help one another.

So what better way to do it than with a Secret Santa?

When Angel Dust draws none other than his crush, the Radio Demon, he knows he has one shot to not eff it up.

Personal thoughts: Really fluffy, a good read. Highly recommend it.

19.) Vanilla Bean

Rating: T

Summary: Alastor decides to try his hand at pet names and inadvertently offends Angel Dust. Rated T for swearing and there's suggestive content if you close one eye, tilt your head, and squint.

Personal thoughts: Okay so i loved this one because of how badly these two handle communication.

20.) For Auld Lang Syne, My Dear

Rating: M

Summary: Alastor's solitude is interrupted by Angel Dust who has just escaped a rough client and the two spend the last moments of 2019 together.

Personal thoughts: Love love love this. I just love Angel and Alastor dancing together okay.

21.) I Like It Better When I'm With You 

 Rating: M

Summary: Angel deals with feelings. Alastor deals with feelings. Just a whole lot of pining.

Personal thoughts: Summary says it all.

22.) Technical Difficulties

Rating: M

Summary: The hotel is running relatively well. Relationships between Alastor and the rest of the staff are budding surprisingly smoothly. And then the rainfall starts up, threatening all of it.

Alastor's out of tune.

Personal thoughts: I love how this is written. Slowburn but worth it.

23.) Lurking in the Shadows 

Rated M

Summary: 5 instances where a curious and head-over-heels shadow follows Angel Dust around and 1 time where Angel decides to follow it instead.

Personal thoughts: It’s very cute how Alastor’s shadow pines after Angel.

24.) Crossroads

Rating: M

Summary: A mafioso’s and a murderous radio star’s paths collide in New Orleans in the winter of 1933.

Personal thoughts: OKAY SO I REALLY LOVE THIS BECAUSE HUMAN AUS ARE MY JAM AND THEN ALASTOR AND ANGEL BEING TERRIBLE HUMANS TOGETHER IS EVEN BETTER.

25.) Needle Through a Bug

Rating: E

Summary: Angel wakes up in a hospital after a party. His doctor is very strange, worryingly so. Still, he can't help but be intrigued.

Personal thoughts: Doctor AU. Alastor is insane. I love it because Alastor manages to be as creepy as possible while saving lives.

26.) My Roommate's a Demonic Deer 

 Rating: M

Summary: Don't you hate it when you "accidentally" summon a demon to fix a problem within your home, only to find out that they don't do that, so now you're stuck with a cannibalistic demon that constantly tracks blood onto the floor, brings other unholy beings into your apartment, and makes amazing jambalaya? It's amazing insanity!

Personal thoughts: Lmao I love demon summoning gone wrong so this was really an amazing read. Angel being a true himbo is always the best.

27.) Human Hazbin Roommates AU series

Rating: E, M

Summary: A series of porny RadioDust one-shots depicting modern human AU roommate life.

Notes:

Glimpses into the human lives of insufferable roommates.

(AKA This was supposed to be a practice at writing present tense smut and it devolved into sex and feelings)

Personal thoughts: Dive in for the smut, come out with the feels.

28: Darker Side of Hell series

Rating: E

Summary: Follow Charlie and later Alastor as part of my Story for the Hazbin hotel... It ain't pretty, so enjoy!

Personal thoughts: Not everyone’s cup of tea so i suggest reading the tags but I really love this series a lot. Angel being awkward and in love is the best shit ever. Its an amazing series.

29.) Scorched, Uninhabited, Rejected

Rating: M

Summary: When Hell suddenly loses all working functions, and angels start dropping from their overhead perches to attack the underworlds population, Charlie has no idea what to do before she's suddenly face to face with a Archangel. Though something, clearly, isn't right about the air the angel assures her to keep those who are dear tucked tightly by her side as the disaster struggles to fix itself.

But nothing is as it seems, Overlords' powers are dwindling and even her own is becoming strained as she struggles to protect her beloved hotel and friends from the Exterminators outside.

Personal thoughts: *vibrates* Can’t say much without spoilers so I’m just gonna beg ya all to read this.

30.) The Thin Line

Rating: None

Summary: Studies say it takes fifty hours of interaction before you consider someone a casual friend and two hundred to be a close friend. Alastor and Angel Dust manage to skip right past close friends to something more without either even noticing they've crossed the line.

31.) La Vie En Rose

Rating: G

Summary: Alastor learns that Angel is afraid of thunderstorms, and Angel in turn learns about the Radio Demon.

32.) falling 

Rating: M

Summary: "You're hot as fuck, be my boyfriend."

That was perhaps the worst thing he could've possibly said from that standpoint.

A college setting where Angel gets suddenly awful at flirting when it comes to the face of his crush, a cute library assistant that goes by Alastor.

Personal thoughts: COLLEGE AU COLLEGE AU. 

33.) Old Habits Die Hard

Rating: G

Summary: Angel decides to bring back a little habit of his after having a rough time.

Personal thoughts: Hella soft, please read.

34.) Handwritten 

Rating: None

Summary: Alastor imagines Angel must be lonely in heaven, he writes to keep him company.

 A series of letters addressed to Angel.

Personal thoughts: Hi, do you like crying into your pillow at 2 AM? You do? The look no further, this is the fic for you! Now, with extra heart wrenching feels!

35.) Relapse and Recovery

Rating: T

Summary: Going clean was never going to be easy, but easy was something Angel Dust never expected going into this anyway. At least he has a good support system to help him along the way.

Personal thoughts: I just really like AngeliaDark’s fics okay.

36.) Catalyst

Rating: T

Summary: All couples have their downfalls, and an event that should have been celebrated only drives Alastor and Angel Dust apart.

Personal thoughts: Love love love this. It’s very well written, reads easy and you’ll feel fluffy for days.

37.) Dinner Date: A RadioDust Tale

Rating: E

Summary: Angel Dust finally finds a way to get Alastor to agree to a 'date'. After all, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Sometimes literally.

Personal thoughts: One of my favourite stories about RadioDust.

38.) This One's Dedicated to [static interruption]

Rating: M

Summary: A couple of years since the hotel's opening, the residents have settled down into a fairly tolerable routine. Recently, some of them have begun experiencing peculiar symptoms which become more noticeable as time passes. To his dismay, the Radio Demon finds that he is not immune.

A chance encounter with Angel Dust propels the two demons together as they attempt to answer what's behind the unusual phenomena, while rediscovering all the things they thought dead and buried along the way.

Personal thoughts: Slowburn but definitely worth it. I love the story and how it’s progressing with a certain mystery surrounding the whole plot.

Also slight self plug I guess:

39.) 14 ways to say “I Love You”

Rating: T

Summary: Just a collection of small drabbles I’m writing on based on single word prompts.

Please check it out if you’re a fan of odd AUs.

Wowee, that’s a lot. I’m gonna call it a night and say that’s all for today. I hope you enjoy these! 

[ellimac2016-blog]

Warmth of a Thousand Suns- Ch. 1

Hello everyone!!! This is my first fanfic and the first chapter of this series! It is a Yuri! On Ice AU fic. It will be long with a good few chapters (if people enjoy it). It is a slow build and will go from pretty PG to mature only. This first chapter is PG, but like I said it is only the first part. Please repost and follow my page if you enjoy this one so I know if I should make more. Feed back is also very welcome! This is my first one so go easy on me!! Enjoy!!

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Sun beaming and warmth flooding his body and soul Yuri sighs loudly, finally content. For the first time in his life he feels the warmth of another hand on his own with a face up towards the blue sky and eyes shut against the harsh light from that giant yellow orb. Outside soaking up nature where he has always dreamed of being, he turns to look at his beloved next to him… Abruptly his dream comes to a halt with a heavy thud on his lap and something wet. His eyes flutter open to his dreary reality, nothing like the magnificent dream he was having moments before. He looks to see two giant, fluffy, mud covered, mocha colored paws covering his, previously clean, black dress slacks. Being that he just woke up from his ‘before work in the local park’ nap, Yuri stares at them dazed and confused until a sloppy lick to his face and another man yelling loudly pulls him from his stupor. “MAKKACHIN! What is wrong with you!”

A tall fit man with striking silver hair is running full speed towards Yuri now. Obviously disheveled, face reddened and beaded with sweat.

“I’m so very sorry!”

He starts, almost yelling, much too loud for an early morning.

“Um…”

is all Yuri can get out before the beautiful man in front of him continues.

“She is usually much better behaved! I never use a leash anymore because she always stays by my side! I am so sorry!”

He begins to pull the well groomed poodle from Yuri’s lap, almost to his displeasure, he loves dogs and clicks his tongue at himself for not petting her while she was on his lap. He is still a little confused why the man is apologizing so fiercely, until he looks where those large paws were seated. Yuri now has a lap full of mud and a shirt full of slobber, not only that, but the man’s face has gone white. Yuri quickly realizes that he has misinterpreted Yuris tongue clicking, thinking it was in reaction to his dog rather than Yuris own negligence. Yuri quickly puts a smile on his face to reassure him.

“Don’t worry about it, she is a beautiful poodle I wish I would have pet her while she was being so affectionate!”

Yuri practically beams because, he really does love poodles and she really is very cute.

“You said her name was Makkachin?”

Luckily the man seems to relax a bit and Yuri smiles a bit thinking a relaxed, almost heart-shaped smile suits the man incredibly.

“Yes, this is my Makkachin! My name is Viktor by the way.”

He wipes his damp hand on his jogging suit before extending it towards Yuri. Yuri takes it happily and stands for a proper greeting.

“Im Katsuki Yuri, it’s a pleasure.”

He shakes Viktors hand and thinks it would have been more of a pleasure if he wasn’t now wet and muddy a little over an hour before he has to go into work.

“Once again Yuri, I am so very sorry… were you at the park to relax before work? Do you have a change of clothes or do you live nearby?”

Yuri almost blushes from Viktors blatant use of his given name, although Yuri has to use Viktors, it was all he was given. But this man is obviously not Japanese. If having to speak to him in English didn’t give it away, or his silver hair for that matter, his eyes would have. They are the same stunning blue as the sky in his dream was.

“Unfortunately no” Yuri looks down almost embarrassed as if the situation was his fault. “I work near here and I live more than a half hour by train, I just like to enjoy the sun a bit before work and this is the best spot near here.”

Yuri begins to kick himself for not moving closer to work and this beautiful view of, not only nature and the sun, but the bustling city like he had originally planned when he changed jobs almost three years ago. Viktor stays bright and hopefully

“I live a few minutes from here, would you like to wash your cloths at my apartment?”

Yuri does not want to intrude into a stranger’s home immediately upon meeting. Viktor can see the doubt in Yuri’s eyes.

“There is also a store nearby, I could buy you a new set-”

Viktor barely finishes before Yuri can tell this man is going to stubbornly make him agree to one or the other. He defiantly doesn’t want to make Viktor buy him new clothes. The thought itself starts to bring a very embarrassed blush.

“The wash is fine I guess… I have a little over an hour before I have to be to work.”

Viktor beams with happiness, but his face wavers for a moment.

“Please excuse my apartment if it isn’t to tidy. I very rarely have anyone over but my editor”

That was the first time Yuri heard him speak meekly, since they started talking he was bright and eccentric. Editor? Does Viktor write? Seeing this man its bound to be a travel journal or some off the wall books. Yuri isn’t worried about the apartment though. He also lives alone and doesn’t clean as much as he know he should. They start to walk, Yuri following closely behind Viktor with his briefcase attempting to cover how messy his clothes are from any passers-by, unfortunately this morning there seem to be many. Suddenly Viktor’s hand is extended towards Yuri again this time holding the jacket he was wearing.

“Would you like to cover up with this? I just started my run with Makkachin so it should be clean and comfortable. Better than trying to cover with your case”

Viktor’s eyes scan over Yuri, who is now painfully awkward. Yuri takes the jacket with a meek nod and zips it up. Its very large on him. He could tell Viktor was tall but Yuri didn’t think he was this much shorter than him. His heart sinks a little realizing how plan he is compared to Viktor who seems to just beam constantly. It doesn’t help that Viktor is now wearing a thin white tee damp with sweat, it’s practically transparent in the light of the sun. Finally, after what feels like an awkward eternity, they reach Viktor’s apartment. Of course it is more upscale then Yuri’s and his heart sinks again at his own lackluster existence. He wants to go back to his dream where he could be in the sun rather than his cubicle in an office building. Where he has someone to call his own and can beam with the same confidence the man before him does. But no. Yuri has none of those things. He works as a regular salary man, he’s alone, and his appearance isn’t anything to admire. Sure he is actually pretty fit, but no one could tell with clothes on and he wouldn’t dare let anyone see him in a… compromised… state due to his own anxiety and poor body image. He keeps his messy black hair down mostly and wears large glasses over his chestnut eyes. Yuri quickly pulls himself from his thoughts as they reach Viktor’s door. He is becoming exceedingly nervous about the situation, but nothing can be done. Plus Viktor may seem a bit over-the-top, but he also seems very kind. Enough to put Yuri at ease. As soon as he opens the door Makkachin bolts inside and begins to lap up water and crunch the extra food in her bowl.

“This is why we have to keep you running Makka”

Viktor says to himself with a small smile and shakes his head. He leads Yuri to the bathroom so he can change cloths.

“You can take off your wet clothes here and throw them in the bin”

He points to the already almost full laundry bin by the shower.

“If you would like you can rinse off too, you got pretty wet and it’s chilly today so I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold. Towels are by the basket so I’ll leave you to it!”

Viktor leaves very abruptly and shuts the door. What an odd, loud, extravagant, and beautiful man he is. Wait. Beautiful? Yuri shakes his head at himself. Why describe a man as beautiful, why think it in the first place? Yuri has never been one to think much of other people. He has been alone, romantically, for his entire life. Sure he has friends and he’s close to his family, but love and romance was never in the cards for Yuri. Even though it’s something he has wanted so desperately. After he throws his clothes in the bin he decides he might as well rinse off, his skin is chilly and damp so the steamy water from the shower feels amazing. He doesn’t want to leave the warmth, but he also has work and doesn’t want to overstay his welcome. Yuri walks out of the shower and grabs a plush teal towel and wraps himself in it slicking back his wet hair. While he was in the shower the basket had disappeared. Did Viktor come take it while he was showering? The thought brings a new blush to his face that he quickly tries to dismiss. He looks to the sink and sees extra clothes sitting for him. They look like brand new fleece pajamas in soft blue and grey. Something he could see Viktor wearing. He smiles thinking that Viktor is pretty adorable in his own way. He is so strange and even though they just met Yuri feels comfortable by his side. Nervous, sure. How could you not? But comfortable like home. Just like these oversized pajamas… Yuri looks himself up and down in the steamy mirror. He looks like a girl wearing her boyfriend’s baggy clothes. Its utterly embarrassing. He doesn’t want Viktor to see him like this. Exactly as that thought passes, Viktor knocks on the door loudly.

“Yuriiiiiiiiiiiii, are you dressed?”

Yuri cringes instantly

“Yes but-”

To late. Viktor has the door opening already and Yuri can see he is wearing the running jacket again, it’s even a little big on Viktor, at least Yuri isn’t actually as small as he feels right now. Yuri hangs his head and clutches the hem of the pajamas. As he hangs his head he suddenly realizes that the clothes smell like Viktor and he blushes again. Shit.

“Yuri, you’re kinda cute”

Vikor laughs and it is the sweetest sound Yuri has ever heard. But Yuri still feels ashamed. A man in his mid-twenties should not be called “cute” by another man. Especially one as stunning as Viktor. Yuri feel his heart sink again before Viktor speaks up.

“Yuri-”

Viktors voice is quiet now and Yuri looks up to see Vikor looking in dismay.

“It wasn’t meant to come out that way i’m sorry. To me that’s not said as something to be hurt by. I’m just- nevermind”

Viktor stops mid sentence and smiles, for the first time it looks forced. Viktor turns around and starts to walk away.

“Come Yuri, I made tea for before your clothes finish. I have them in the dryer now.”

Why did Viktor stop mid sentence? Viktor ‘is just’, what? He didn’t seems to mean any offence when he called Yuri cute. He knows he overreacted, but he didn’t think Viktor would take it to heart like he did. Once again pushing his thoughts aside Yuri sits to his cup of tea and sips on it carefully. Green tea. His favorite. Yuri smiles and practically hums as the heat rolls down his throat.

“Thank you Viktor, you have been more than kind to me today.”

“You’re welcome, it’s my fault really, well Makkachins…”

They both turn to look at the poodle, who now has a full head tilt at the mention of her name. Both men laugh softly at her adorable fluffy self. Yuri turns to look at the giant book shelf lining the wall behind Makka. There seems to be hundreds of books there. Besides from the very organized shelf, Viktor was right. The apartment was pretty messy. Mostly covered in cloths, books, and a lot of loose papers.

“You can look at the books if you would like, i’m going to check your clothes”

Yuri gladly takes to Viktors offer this time. He loves books and really wants to know what kind will be along this eccentric man’s walls. To Yuris surprise the shelf is mixed half with, what seem to be serious novels, and the other half fun and flirty books. Those must be the ones written by Viktor. “Lover 101”, “How to Please your Partner”, and “Best Resorts in Japan”, were just a few of the titles. As Viktor returns with Yuris clothes in hand, Yuri picks up the least embarrassing book, “Best resorts in Japan”

“Did you write these Viktor? You had mentioned your editor earlier and there are a lot of papers strewn about.”

Yuri can see Viktor’s eyes fall softly this time even though Yuri tried to seem enthusiastic, some of the titles made Yuris stomach knot up with butterflies.

“No not those. My ex lover wrote those. The reason I came to Japan really. Mine are to the left.”

The left? Viktor wrote the serious novels? Unlike his outward appearance he must be much more than the confident, bubbling man Yuri is seeing. Before Yuri sets the book back to take his clothes from Viktor he quickly flips to the back. He became curious of the previous lover Viktor spoke of coming all the way to Japan for. Surely she will be a beauty with stunning features like Viktor. Yuris eyes go wide and his mouth falls open slightly. Beautiful, yes. Stunning and eccentric features, yes. Women? That one was a no. On the page before him was a masculine, yet highly feminine and sexy man. Much to Yuri’s surprise, Christophe Giacometti was the name written below. Quickly Yuri slammed the book closed and put it where it belonged before, almost roughly, grabbing the clothes from Viktor’s hands.

“Thank you, I will go change.”

Was all Yuri could manage and didn’t meet Viktors gaze. Quickly he went into the bathroom and closed the door. A man? A man was his lover? Yuri’s mind was ablaze in amazement. Sure he knew some people had the preference of being with others of the same gender, but Viktor? He was stunning. Any women would gladly throw herself at him. Same with the Christophe that was previously Viktor’s lover. They both stood out like a diamond shining in the sun among mere stones. And Yuri was one of the stones of the world. Yuri had never put much thought into “straight” and “homosexual” relationships. Love was just love. But the thought of Viktor being with men? He previously said Yuri was cute to! Did he mean it like?!

“No!”

Yuri yelled at himself internally.

“Viktor is a kind man and no matter how he meant it, it was a compliment!”

He began to converse with himself in his head while getting his normal clothes on. But what makes a man define as gay? Yuri starts to reflect on how he was looking at Viktor previously. Thinking he was strikingly beautiful. Well shit. Yuri’s mind is wandering and nowhere good. Especially when he is going to be late for work. Yuri opens the door and runs out to see Viktor sitting at the table with his tea.

“Viktor- I need to get to work now or I will be late, thank you for your hospitality.”

Yuri put his hand out to Viktor, but still can’t seem to make his gaze. Viktor is quiet this time. Something is on his mind.

“You’re welcome, would you like me to show you out Yuri?”

Viktor shakes his hand gently, but let’s go almost to quickly.

“No i’m alright, thank you!”

Yuri snaps back and rushes out the door getting one last pet on Makkachin’s head before the door shuts behind him. Why did he act like such a scared child? Blushing from the compliments given to him earlier simply because Viktor dates men? Childish. Yuri scoffs at himself, but it’s too late to regret it now and he rushes out of Viktor’s building and down the street to make it to work by 8. He barely makes in time, but lands with an exasperated huff as he sits in his chair in his little grey, dim, and lifeless cubicle. He starts to miss Viktors bright light of a personality immediately and shoves his hands in his pockets wondering if he will meet Viktor again one day. Pulling his full hand out of his pocket Yuri smiles more than he should. Looking down holding onto a wallet that is not his, but none other than Viktor Nikiforov, the name is strewn upon a russian ID card, but the Viktor in the photo has long silver hair and is just as striking as the man he met today. Nikiforov, that’s his last name. It looks like they will be meeting sooner than Yuri thought. A warm blush floods his face and heart. He can’t wait to see that silver haired, blue eyed, extravagant man again.