#Yandere victor nikiforov

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✧𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗✧

THE SPOILED, RICH MAFIA BOYS,

known by their gang name, ENHYPEN, are known for their vile, brutal, sadistic murders, the 7 being raised by much bigger, retiring mafias. Of course, No one would dare cross paths with them on purpose, or lay a single finger on them.

In a country so corrupt, that no strong evidence will be able to break these men down. It's almost as if... they don't have a goddamn weakness...

Babe… she's the new girl in school and everyone loves her… such a bubbly, sweet, funny, and dumb little girl.

Oh so dumb…. attracting the attention of 7 deadly beings, the hottest boys on those school grounds… and falling into their deer trap, where she'd have to dig with her bare hands to find light….

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[lilacwriter07]

need some distraction feel like a piece of shit today 👀

[oatmealcrisp-freak]

im rolling around and trying to decide how much i care about characters being in character, given my stance on death of the author. on one hand of course i love these characters very much and want to try to stay true to them. when they're horribly misconstrued it genuinely irritates me, and i dislike to think i might be doing that myself. ofc this characterization exists largely in my head, i'm not the original author, though i hope that the ideas are well-informed and supported by canon...

but on the other hand going through the number of times ive tagged saiki as ooc and have had a goddamn good time bending and twisting that little pink guy... he is not canonically a yandere. not even a little bit, though his habitual stalking and obsessive tendencies and

could potentially inform such a nature. canonically he works himself into the ground trying to AVOID hurting people. even the thugs he assaults aren't physically traumatized, only terrified enough that they're put off capturing both him and the meras. you could legitimately make a case for self-harm given how terribly he isolates himself because he considers his very presence around 'normal' people dangerous. to himself, yes, but largely to THEM. saiki looks at his crush, looks at the effect his presence has on his crush (or rather the cliches around said guy), and promptly nopes tf out and never approaches ever again, even working to set satou up with suzumiya.

and yet yandere!saiki, my favourite lil guy :( rip tear and kill my dude

essentially i have two very characterizations going on for Mr. Nikiforov. Viktor 'Doesn't wanna hurt anyone but has severe foot in mouth disease' and Victor 'I will ruin your whole life just give me a reason'. It could be fun reconciling the one into the other. There could be a case of denial going on. you'd expect either version would sooner swandive out a window and run away before trying to deliberately hurt yuuri. and yet.

Mr. I came here to seduce you but I will literally leave if you don't lose weight. Mr. I won't kiss anything but a gold medal. Mr. We're not getting married for silver. Mr. "Oops, watch the nose blood!" and then Yuuri crashes face first into the floor. Mr. I'm trying to motivate you and choosing the meanest way to do it every single time for the lols OOPS IT SHATTERED

Mr. I'm clearly still attracted to you even though I just made it apparent your waistline is a deal-breaker for me, so your weight actually isn't a deterrent even a lil, I still think you're super sexy let's fuck right here right now. You're single, right? Look at my tits.

Mr. Mixed Messages!

Mostly, people like to think of themselves as 'good'. Where do you fall on that scale, Mr. Nikiforov?

I'm writing the break up fic largely because I've read other ones where I was pretty dissatisfied with the characterization therein. The goal is, absolutely, ultimately, the ego death of both parties. There's going to be some pretty extreme circumstances leading into that.

But, kicking over the body and examining it, how to make it believable enough it doesnt stretch my own sense of disbelief...

it could be a matter of just needing to write more to see where it goes. it all makes grand sense in my head! but translating that into a document has proven a bit challenging.

im looking at teruhashi and understanding how she couldve possibly thought she had a crush on saiki when she clearly didnt care for him at the start. i'm thinking about victor so much and he's literally not even my favourite guy, but maybe it turns out he is lmao

come to me, wonderful fanfic where yuuri does nothing wrong and is a perfect angel and takes everything from chris to makka in the divorce because victor fucked up so badly and It's Still Believable, COME TO ME

[shorkbrian]

Stretch and relax pt 2

I have been thirsting.... about Victor.... again.... (pt 1 here)

(Oops forgot to add that Koshka means kitten lol)

He’s noticed you’ve been a bit jumpy around him now. Not that you hadn’t been before, but, well...

Now you try to spend as little time as possible with the man.

And he can’t have that.

“Was I too eager last time? I promise I’ll be more gentle!” He coos from the other side of your door, a pillow under one arm, his other tugging his shirt down as far as he can.

His cock is leaking and heavy between his legs, he’d been thinking about how good you looked today, all that pretty, delicious skin on display, perfect body moving in just the right ways to make him ruin his pants like a teenager. Why use his hand and rely on his imagination when you were just a few doors away?

But you won’t let him in.

“Please?” He pouts, and when met with silence, his frown grows. “I won’t go away until you let me in. I’ll stand here all night and make lots of noise. I just want to relax a little with my favorite little koshka.”

The petname rolled off his tongue with ease, and Victor could almost see your little blush, even though there was a door separating the two of you. Not for long.

“Won’t you let me in? We can give each other massages! If that ends up with us doing something else, I won’t mind-”

The door swings open to reveal your embarrassed little body, frowning so deeply that Victor had a thought to tell you to worry about wrinkles. But at least his teasing and loud voice had worked, spurring you into giving him an opportunity into your room.

“Victo-”

“You’re such a sweetie!” He breezed right past you into your room, depositing his pillow on your bed. A half turn and he was facing you again, a smile on his lips despite your look of aphrenrsive fear. “Want to close the door now? Unless you’d like for people to see us both naked and oiled...”

Again, his desires were achieved with lighthearted teasing - you shut the door so quick that it almost slammed. You’re opening your mouth again, ready to (shyly) ask him to leave, to let you sleep in peace, but Victor has other plans.

And they’re quite fun.

It takes quite a bit of smooth-talking on his part, and more than a small amount of suggestive physicality (you were so tense! Victor was just doing you a favor by pulling you down onto your bed, that’s all) to get you where he wants you.

Underneath him on the bed, wide eyes looking up at him as he shimmies his body down until he can kiss at your tummy through your shirt. “I was joking about the massages, I just wanted you to open the door.” He shoots you a wink, and you quickly blanch.

“Unless you want to strip down and let me rub you all over? I’d make you feel divine little koshka.”

But you shake your head so quickly that your bones pop, and Victor can’t help but laugh.You’re so cute!

You also look uncomfortable, and quite stressed. It probably has something to do with the way Victor’s rubbing along your waist, looking up at you with big eyes as he settles more firmly between your legs.

“Uhm, uhm, Victor, I don’t know-”

“Shhh, I know. I think both of us need to relax a little, don’t you? Look at us! So tense and jumpy!” A quick press of his lips to your clothed tummy has you flinching, wincing away from the intimacy.

Victor is used to smiling his way past refusals, worming his way through with sweet words and such a charming look to get what he wants. You’re not used to letting him in, that much is obvious - but Victor breaks past your defenses anyways.

He knows how nervous you are about your body, so he’s okay with your shirt staying on, draped loosely over your torso. But he needs your pajamas out of the way, just a little so he can get to what he’s really been craving.

And of course you squirm, ask him to stop, to not do this, but Victor doesn’t have to listen. He can grip your waistband and yank it halfway down your thighs, enough so that he can settle back between them and they’re still spread so that he can reach where he needs.

He’s been wanting to taste you for ages.

And you’re so pretty down there, all plush and squishy and pink, like a ripe little fruit, dewy and shiny. Victor can’t help but lick his lips before dipping down to kiss your rosy clit, smiling when it twitches along with your legs, a little cry falling from your lips.

You sound so sweet, Victor can’t wait to hear more of your cute sounds.

So he doesn’t waste any time, flashing you a lovey-dovey smirk before descending to plant his mouth firmly against your mound, listening to your breath hitch and feeling your thighs tense as you whimper out a mantra of “no no no-”.

But yes, yes, oh yes.

You’re soft and delicious and when more wetness seeps out onto his tongue Victor wants to shout “Vkusno!” with glee, but he keeps his mouth on you, slender hands keeping your hips planted to the bed no matter how much you twist and turn away.

Eventually one of his hands moves to intertwine with yours - you keep trying to pull on his hair, tug his face away from the precious treasure between your legs, but Victor isn’t having that. He’d also like to not be bald, so he elects to hold your hand as he eats you out, like a lover. 

(And isn’t that what the two of you are?)

He licks you inside and out, up and down and drawing little patterns with his tongue against your puffy little cunt until you’re shaking in his hold, near-wailing from the stimulation. Victor doesn’t want it to end too soon, wants to fully relish this moment, so he pulls back just a teensy bit so he can lick at your plush thighs, give the flesh little love bites that you try to jerk away from.

“Look at you, so tasty and adorable. Doesn’t this feel good?” The man coaxes, before licking a trail back to your wet little hole.

With the way you’re keening, Victor grins to himself because the answer is obvious. 

He didn’t expect you to cum so soon.

But here you are, gushing into his mouth after just a little bit of suckling, a little bit of tongue, and Victor feels warmth bloom in his chest, in his cheeks, and he laughs against your cunt. The vibrations make you yelp, thighs struggling and failing to snap closed around his body.

If he was less of a selfish man, Victor would keep going, just like last time and make you cum until you really cried.

But he had different plans this time around.

“Can I use your mouth?” Like the gentleman he is, Victor asks, one of his hands wrapped loosely around his heavy cock as he waits for your answer. It comes in the form of tearful “No! Please!”.

“Then let me use your hands, or your chest, okay? Which one?” It’s always best to give a choice, because then you feel like you have options, some sort of control over the situation. You pick your hands.

He gives you a moment to breathe, a moment to collect yourself from your sudden (and probably painful from how quickly you came) orgasm before he moved to straddle your waist.

Victor has to physically pick up your hands and wrap them around his cock, making you form a tight hole with your fingers for him to hump forward against. 

“Fuck, yes, that feels-feels good!” He breathes, happy and pleased with the pleasure rising fast in his gut, how you’re working with him so nicely.

He takes care of his body, shaves all over so that he’s smooth and soft - hopefully you appreciate the effort, because your hands bump against his pubic bone and balls on every quick stroke.

“Fuck!” Victor cries again, because the pleasure takes over and makes him loose himself, hunching over you and working his hips faster, gripping your hands tighter around himself before-before-

You look so cute, all surprised with his cum seeping onto your skin and into your shirt.

Victor is panting heavily as he slows his hips, still working his cock through your hands as he winds down. You make him feel so nice.

He can’t wait to fuck you.

[mirkomilk]

Yandere Yuri! On Ice

Yuuri Katsuki

He’s in a normal relationship with his darling at first, but things start going downhill. Yuuri is still very insecure about himself, so he isn’t exactly confident in his relationship with his darling. It doesn’t matter how much his darling adores him, he’d afraid that they’ll leave him for a better athlete, like Yurio, for instance. His paranoia causes him to become slightly controlling, but it’s Yuuri. His darling most likely won’t say anything because nothing about Yuuri is threatening... right?

Victor Nikiforov

His darling won’t realize that he’s a yandere until it’s too late and then they’re screwed. Victor is charming, everybody loves him! His darling is no exception. Maybe they’re a close friend of Yuuri’s, much like him, they’re a fan of Victor’s. He uses this to his advantage, often asking them to show him what they’re hobbies are so he can learn more about them. His darling, of course, never says no because they most likely idolize him. It isn’t too long before he has them in his clutches. He isn’t letting go, either.

Yuri Plisetsky

It’s obvious from the start how messed up his feelings are, so his darling tries to stay away from him. He’s both stubborn and helplessly obsessed with his darling, it’s a very dangerous combination. Yuri knows that his darling is frightened by him, and he takes their fear to heart, he takes everything from them personally. Yuri will eventually just force himself into their life, he stops caring about how they feel towards him. He loves them too much, and he’s too stubborn to admit it.

[mrlidocaine]

Cold as Ice

Okay so, probably the longest fic I’ve ever written?  Even though it’s only like, 16 pages.  Reader is kind-of clueless at the start, but it’s not that bad.  It’s the first yandere fic I ever wrote, so bear with.  Hope it’s not too terrible. 

TW: Kidnapping(If there are others please let me know!)

Yuri x Reader x Yandere! Victor

(Oh yeah this also has two endings, it’s a fancy one)

You were skating around the rink, just doing your routine, which was quite simple.  Your skates glided across the ice effortlessly.  Smiling, you twirled around some more and on the third turn, you gasped upon seeing a figure standing off to the side.  Someone was watching you.  Stopping yourself, you went over to see them.  

“Hello..?”“ you called.  They looked at you, their sparkling blue orbs meeting your own shiny (e/c) ones.

“Hi!  I’m Victor!  Who are you?”  The man spoke with a slight accent, despite his good Japanese.  Victor?  You shook your head, unsure.

“Nice to meet you Victor!  I’m (Y/n).”  Victor smiled, running a hand through his silvery hair.

“What an intriguing name” he stated.  You smiled.  He was opening his mouth to say more when the doors to the rink opened.  Yuri came running his, his dark hair slick with sweat.  

“Ahh, Victor!  I’m so sorry!  I didn’t mean to be late, not at all.  I feel SO ba-  (Y/n)?!”  he stopped, just to add your name at the end of his sentence.  You grinned at him.

“Hey Yuri.” you chimed.  A small blush rose to Yuri’s cheeks as he quickly glanced down.

“You two know each other? Victor asked.  Yuri nodded, as did you.

“Ah, yes.  We grew up together here in Japan.  (Y/n)’s family then moved to Europe.  She’s currently visiting, though I wouldn’t have thought to look here for her.” Yuri stated, all while putting on his skates.  Victor nodded along, then proceeded to copy Yuri’s actions.

“(Y/n)!  Let’s skate together a bit!” Victor suggested.  Smiling, you skated out towards him and caught his hand.  He spun your around and you mimicked his movements here and there, thought it was more complicated, having only ever skated with Yuri before and Victor was much taller than Yuri.

“You’re so graceful it’s astounding!  Just crouch a bit more when you want to spin that way.  Who was your coach?”  Victor interrogated you.

“Ah thank you Victor.  Yuri actually taught me everything I know.”  Victor frowned a bit at that, though it disappeared quickly into a smile.  Yuri then called out.

“Victor!  You’re supposed to be teaching me, remember?” Yuri laughed.  Victor’s face turned a bit red at that.    

“Of course, of course.  Ready Yuri?” Victor asked.  Yuri nodded.  You skated to the side of the rink and proceeded to sit on the bench and pull your own skates off.

“Good bye!  Have a good night!” you called out to the two men.  Yuri then turned towards you, smiling brightly.

“(Y/n)!  Come to my place for dinner, hey!?” he called.  You flashed a smile, bright enough to rival his own.

“Of course!  Thanks Yuri!”

———————————————

You walked up the steps to Yuri’s place and slid open the door.

“H-hello!  Where is everyone?”  You called out.  Suddenly, arms wrapped around your waist and you were lifted onto someone’s shoulders.

“(Y/N)!!!” Victor drew out the last syllable.  You smiled, patting his head.

“Hey Victor.  Where’s Yuri?”  Victor glanced at you.

“He’s in the kitchen.”

“And everyone else is away on a trip.” Yuri finished, walking in to place food on the table.

“OH!  Yuri!” you jumped -well, more so fell- off Victors shoulders and strangled Yuri into a hug.  He hugged you back, a huge smile on his face and Victor decided to join the hug.

“Look!  We’re like a happy little family!”  Victor chimed.  You chuckled and broke away from the hug.  Yuri spoke up with an excited tone.

“Food’s ready.  Let’s eat!”  The three of you pulled away from each other, Victor lingering a bit longer, before following you over to Yuri.

“You made pork cutlet bowls?! Why am I not surprised, Yuri!” You laughed. His face turned red and he smiled.

“Yeah, Yuri is just like a pork cutlet bowl. He is round like the bow-”

“Ok, ok Victor. Let’s just eat.” You had cut him off in favor of trying to save Yuri’s ego. The boys smiled and you all dug in to your food.

———————————————

You woke up, forgetting where you were. Rolling over, you came face to face with Yuri. You kicked your legs out from surprise and fell onto the floor with a loud bang.

“Oof!” You heard from under you. Your wrists were grabbed and you were pulled back.

“Good morning (y/n). You look lovely in the morning.” Victor purred into your ear. You shivered and cringed at the thought of your morning face and unkempt hair. You rolled off Victor, standing up. He mumbled something in another language and you frowned, finding it odd.  He reached for your wrist again but you stepped away. This caused Victor to grab Yuri’s ankle instead, which was hanging off the side of the bed. Yuri yelped as Victor tugged him down.

“G-good morning Victor!” Yuri stammered.

“Oh, good morning Yuri!” Victor responded. You laughed and the boys followed suit, losing their tired morning eyes as their chuckles filled the air.  You made your way to the kitchen and grabbed a box of cereal and some milk, pouring yourself a bowl.  You knew where everything was, considering how many times you had been to Yuri’s house and the fact that not much had changed.  You sat down on the couch, starting to eat your cereal.  You were contemplating what had happened last night that you had decided to sleep over.  You assumed that you for sure, and probably Yuri, had gotten drunk, with both of you being the lightest of the lightweights.  Victor, you weren’t sure.  Chuckling to yourself you picked up your phone and started scrolling through social media.  Yuri’s most recent post had the three of you eating supper last night.  He had tagged you and Victor, so you clicked on Victors username and proceeded to almost choke on your cereal.  VICTOR NIKIFOROV?!  You shook your head at how stupid you had been for not realizing sooner.  Slapping your phone onto the couch, you went and washed your dishes.  Sitting back down you turned on the tv.  Footsteps could be heard from the bedroom now.  You turned the volume up on the tv, sinking further into the couch.

“Aha!  Found you (y/n)!”  you hummed in response and turned around, realizing it must be Victor.  Before you could turn completely, something was placed over your eyes.  Your hands flew up to pull it off, but larger hands gripped your wrists.

“Hahaha!  Could you let go?  Please....?”  You shivered when his breath fanned against the back of your neck.

“Have you ever wanted to see Russia?”  You pondered for a moment, unsure how to respond.  

“I, uhm, yes.  Yuri and I thought maybe we could go sometime, he’s always wanted to-”  Victor’s hand clamped over your neck, a nervous chuckle that sounded like it bordered on delirium escaped his mouth.  

“You wont be going to Russia with Yuri.  It’ll be me instead.”

“Huh?  W-what do you mean?”  you stammered, muffled by his hand.  It must be a joke.  You barely knew Victor and Yuri should be coming for breakfast soon, right?

“Victor..?”  you managed to squeak out from behind his hand.

“Yes, (y/n)?” he hummed.  Taking a deep breath as he removed his hand, you asked him a question.

“Why do you want to take me to Russia with you?  I barely know you.”

“Hmm~  Good question.  Maybe I just feel like it.  But maybe, despite barely knowing each other, I can tell we were made for each other.”  You thrashed against him, figuring no one, especially someone with such a good reputation, would take a joke this far.

“No, please don’t take me anywhere.  We are NOT made for each other and taking me to Russia against my will is, against the law!  Yuri, will be here any second, and he’ll have you leave!” you yelled, hoping Yuri would hear.

“Yuri is having a nice, long sleep right now.  Besides, I’m taking you to Russia, regardless of the law.”  You paled, understanding what he meant.  Then you were jolted forward by a harsh force against your head.  Darkness rushed forward, catching you in it’s grasp.

———————————————

You awoke with a jolt.  Recalling the event that took place a few hours ago, you took in your surroundings.  Victor was beside you, holding your hand. He seemed to be sleeping. You looked to your left, taking note that you were on a plane, sitting by a window. You could see snow covering the ground. You couldn’t believe Victor had taken you away from Japan. Stretching, you knew you had to do something. The flight you were taking back to Europe was departing in a few hours and you had to get home. You had to. After another half hour, the plane landed. You grabbed a ticket from Victor’s pocket and stood up, snatching the bag under your chair and stepping over him carefully. Dashing off the plane you rushed into the terminal. Upon looking around, you realized there were no signs in English, much to your dismay. You turned one way and another until deciding to follow the majority of the crowd to what looked like an exit. You hadn’t taken many steps until an iron grip was around your wrist. You tried to pull away but only got dragged closer to your kidnapper.

“It’s just me (y/n). Calm down, and don’t ever try that again.” Victor hissed into your ear. You took in a shaky breath and nodded. Victor smiled and turned you both around. To anyone watching, nothing seemed abnormal. Unless they looked closer and noticed the panic look and bruise forming around your wrist. Victor led you through the airport, somehow escaping mobs of people who chased after him, wanting pictures or autographs. You two finally made it outside where a cab was waiting. Getting into the back, Victor put the bags in the teunk and gave the address to the driver. Soon enough the cab arrived at the most luxurious looking apartment complex you had ever seen. You helped Victor grab the baggage this time, and you took the elevator up to the fifth floor. He ushered you inside and locked the door behind you. You almost forgot your predicament when you saw how nice it was.

“Welcome home (y/n)!” Victor chimed. Your situation hit you like a brick once again. You crumpled to the floor in a break down.

“Take me back to Yuri! Bring me back to Europe!” you sobbed. Victor crouched down beside you, wiping the tears from your face.

“Don’t cry. You’re better off without Yuri. Better off nowhere near him. I can’t bring you to Europe, because then you’ll be leaving me! Besides, Russia is your home now. Your home is with me!” Victor whispered. You tried to control your sobbing, but the tears just came harder. Victor picked you up, holding you close. You tried to push him away but he just held you tighter. Giving up, you sobbed into his chest, soaking his shirt with tears. He kissed your head and sat down on the couch, rocking you back and forth.

———————————————

You opened your eyes, feeling fatigue wash over you. It had been weeks since Victor had taken you. He had announced you as his significant other when the coach asked why he wouldn’t stop bringing you to practice. Now the whole world knew, and they all believed it. Despite everything, Victor was taking such good care of you, sometimes you could forget you had been kidnapped and didn’t want this. You would only get reminded of the truth when you said something that didn’t sit well with Victor, or refused to listen to him. He always put you back in place, quickly and effectively. You sighed, rolling out of bed. Waking up Victor, he kissed you good morning.  You both got ready for the day, packing duffle bags with changes of clothes and your skates.  You hopped into Victor’s sleek sports car and he drove you both over to the rink for another performance.  Victor had, of course, managed to make his coach put you into most of Victor’s routines in any performances.  Upon arriving at the rink, you managed to make out one familiar person in the throngs of people.  It was Yuri.  

“Victor, I’m just going to use the washroom.” you said.  He nodded.

“Ok (y/n), just be back in 5 minutes or I’m coming to get you.” you swallowed down your nerves and walked towards the washrooms.  As soon as you couldn’t see Victor, you booked it.  Dashing about, some people here and there tried to call out and talk to you, but you ignored them in favor of finding one person.  You finally saw him.

“YURI!  Yuri!” you panted.  He turned to look at you and you threw your arms around him.  

“Oh Yuri, please!  We must leave now!  He can’t see you, or me, or us.  Please Yuri we must-” Yuri shushed you with a finger.

“Calm down (y/n).  Who?”

“V-Victor.  He kidnapped me!”  Panic was starting to set into you once more.  

“W-what?!  No, he would never.” Yuri stammered.

“But he did.  Yuri we must leave/  Please believe me, I would never lie.  Our time is running out.”  Yuri frowned, caught in thought, but a gentle tug on his sleeve had him sighing.  

“Aren’t you and Victor happy?  Aren’t you two a couple?” Yuri choked out.  You shook your head vigorously.  

“No.  I like you Yuri.  Always have.  Your faces shone red and you both leaned towards each other, your lips sealing the deal.  Camera flashes blinded your peripheral and gasps and murmurs were heard all around.

“Let’s get going then, (y/n). Yuri whispered.  You nodded and grabbed his hand, glad you were getting out of there.  You both dashed towards the doors of the stadium. 

——————————————— Yuri’s ending

Running out through the doors, Yuri flagged down a cab.  Helping you in, you told the driver to go to the airport.  

What exactly are you doing in Russia Yuri?” you asked him after a moment of pondering.

“Oh.  I saw a post about you and Victor performing here.  I missed you so much, I had to come see you, and, well- I really do like you.  I didn’t want to believe you’d just leave like that with Victor.  It just isn’t you.  So I came for answers.  I’m glad I found you.”  Yuri smiled a gentle smile and you leaned against him.

“Thank you, Yuri.  I’m so glad you saved me.  I really like you too.”  The cab stopped, pulling up to the airport.  Yuri hopped out, offering his hand to you.  Grabbing it you followed him into the airport and up to a booth.  There were a few tickets left for a flight to Japan that left in 5 minutes.  It was too good to be true.

“From there we can grab our stuff and then head to Europe.” Yuri stated.  You nodded, liking the plan.  You and Yuri made your way to the terminal and boarded the plane.

“Thank you Yuri, I don’t know what I would have done without you.” you sighed.  Yuri grabbed your hand in his own.

“Haha, I’m glad I could help you.  I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you too, Yuri.”

——————————————— Victor’s ending

“Oh! Yuri! Luck!” You both froze in your tracks. A hand landed on Yuri’s shoulder and the other gripped your wrist so tight you thought it might pop off.

“V-Victor!” you started. “We were just- I just-” your words were spilling out almost incoherently.

“I saw (y/n) and came to say hi!” Yuri broke in. “It’s been a while! You both left so abruptly, I wasn’t sure what to think.” He almost hissed the last part at Victor, who only forced a smile onto his face. But his eyes were a different story. They were wild with fury, the blue looking nowhere near as pretty as it normally was. He knew something was up.

“Now, Yuri. (Y/n) and I have a performance we need to perform in. Good day.” Victor whipped around, dragging you along as you turned back for Yuri, but he was already lost in the crowd. You looked up at your captor.

“Victor I-”

“You thought you could LEAVE me!! I saw you take his hand. He was going to take you.” Victor was seething now. “Never. I will never let you out of my sight again.” Sitting down on the bench, Victor pulled off your jacket, and grabbed your skates. You tried standing up but he forced you back down. He grabbed your feet and slid your skates on, lacing them up and then doing up his own. He gripped your hand and took you out to the ice. Skating towards the centre, music started filtering out of the speakers. The crowd cheered and yelled as you and Victor sarted to do impossibly complicated twirls and spins together. At that moment; you caught sight of Yuri. He reached out his hand and you reached out your own, fingers brushing, but Victor grabbed your hand in his own and glared at Yuri. Victor spun you around and pulled you close to himself.

“You’re mine.” He whispered in your ear. Everything about him was cold.

Just like the ice he so adored.

-Mr.

[ryuzakisan]

“Dab on ice” LMAO

[zenphia]

Insane Lovers

"Yuuri, you have to leave him! He's going to kill you!" Phichit pleaded over the phone. "Hmmm? What makes you say that?" Said male questioned, staring at the bloody Viktor.

"He, he, he killed Mari." Phichit stammered. "Really? Do you have any proof? Viktor said he'll do anything for me. He told me he loves me." Yuuri told Phichit.

Viktor walked closer to me and grabbed the dark haired male by the waist. Yuuri smiled, "Listen I got to go."

"Wait Yuuri! Please believe me!" Yuuri ignored his friend and hanged up the phone.

Viktor nuzzled his head into the crook of the smaller male's neck, whispering I love you's. Yuuri clung to Viktor and rested his chin on top of his head. "Phichit wants me to leave you." Yuuri said to Viktor.

Viktor's grip tighten on the male, "You can't leave me! You belong to me!" Viktor said squeezing his lover. "I know, and you belong to me. Can you take care of him, please? He's going to force us apart! I don't want to leave you! I want to stay by your side forever!" The dark haired male begged Viktor.

"Of course my love. I'll do anything for you. No one can rip is apart." He whispered. "I take it you took care of her then?" Yuuri said touching the blood on Viktor's clothes.

"Yeah. She was a handful, but she won't bother us anymore." Viktor replied. "Let's get you washed up then." Yuuri tugged Viktor to the bathroom.

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"Minako-sensei hasn't been around lately. I wonder if she's okay." Mama asked, when Viktor and I visited her. "I'm sure she's fine." Yuuri responded.

"Remember when Mari disappeared? She was found dead days later!" Mama said her eyes full of fear. "Minako-sensei is a very strong person. I'm sure she's okay." Viktor assured her.

Mama nodded her head breathing heavily, "Yeah I'm sure you're right. I'll go fix something to eat." When Mama left the kitchen, Viktor squeezed his lover's hand tight. Said lover leaned on his shoulder and closed his eyes.

Yuuri love Viktor and Viktor loves Yuuri. We can't live without eachother. We're soulmates, we belong together. He wished people wouldn't try to ruined that. It's their fault they die.

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"Where am I?" Phichit demanded. Viktor laughed, "You don't need to know."

"Where's Yuuri?" Phichit asked. "Somewhere." Viktor answered playing with a butcher knife.

"If you dare hurt him!" Phichit warned. "Or what? Your tied to a wall, what could you do? Besides I would never harm a hair on my precious Yuuri's head." Viktor chuckled.

"Your not going to get away with this." "I already have." Viktor said before stabbing Phichit in the stomach.

Yuuri then finally decided to enter the playroom, wearing an innocent mask. "Viktor!" His voice sounded in the room.

"Yuuri! Yuuri, run!" Phichit pleaded when he saw his friend. "What's going on?" Yuuri questioned innocently looking at Viktor.

Viktor smiled and hugged the smaller male from behind, "Just a little game. Why don't you start dinner? I'll be there in a few minutes." Viktor said planting kisses on Yuuri's neck.

Yuuri closed his eyes and moaned. "Yuuri?" Phichit asked, his voice full of terror.

Said male opened his eyes and looked at his friend's bloody form, "Oh, sorry was I supposed to be freaking out?" Yuuri questioned.

"You, you knew?" Yuuri nodded his head, "I told Viktor to do it."

"What?" Color drained from Phichit's face. Yuuri smirked, "You should've just left us alone. Then maybe you would still be alive. Too bad, you were my bestfriend. All I really need is Viktor now."

"Yuuri!" Phichit shouted. "Well I'll go make dinner. I love you Vitya." Yuuri told Viktor before leaving the room.

A loud piercing scream sounded through the place. The dark haired male chuckled as he finished chopping the vegetables. Viktor was his, and he Viktor's. To death do us part.

[sleepyxdarling]

Yandere Couples x reader!

These were supposed to be small..but I got excited.

Triggers:abuse, Obsessed behavior, suggestive words..I dunno

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"sho! They won't stop hiding under the covers! I wanna kiss their cute face!"

"just force them to move it zashi.."

You tried to tune the two heroes out as you pretended to be asleep but you knew you weren't fooling them. You felt hizashi rip the covers off you which made you hiss from the cold before feeling the warmth of his body on yours. If this was any other man you would be a flustered mess but since this was hizashi you tried to kick and scream your way out of this issue. This didn't stop the hero from giving you sweet kisses on your neck though he felt your nails digging into his neck and face.

"damn it [name]! Why can't you let me love you!? I just wanna hold you and kiss you!"

You said nothing as hizashi held his face and stormed out the room angrily to get first aid. You were about to curl back asleep but you felt a cold glare on you which made you shudder before sitting up. Aizawa was glaring pretty hard and when he walked over towards the bed the first place his hands were was in your hair.

"that's not nice kitten...you hurt zashi now come and apologize" he hissed out in a low tone as he stares into your eyes. You say nothing which made aizawa growl before he sat on the bed with you over his lap

"guess this Feisty kitten needs a punishment"

Let's just say after that you gave hizashi an apology which he of course accepted.

"how many times must we go over this my dear..I am are the master and you are the doll"

The sound of akechi's teasing sadistic tone rang through your ears as you sat on your knees between his legs eyeing up at him with a look of hatred. He was a good actor you had to give him that..out there he was the Charming prince detective but behind closed doors he was sadistic and cruel. You felt his gloved hands caress your face which was a little bruised up from him punishing your constant disobedience towards him.

"hey..tell me you love me" he whispers lowly as he rubbed his thumb against your bottom lip while having this prince like smile on his face as if that would sway your answer. You hated his guts and made that very clear.

"I rather die.." you spat out and grunted out when akechi slapped you hard enough to knock you down. He stood up and grabbed you by the hair and forced you to look at him. Akechi had a feral Expression on his face as he was clearly not in the mood for your disrespect.

"say it!"

"never!"

This earned you a knee to the stomach and he dropped you to the floor before kneeling down infront of you. He grabbed you by your face and locked eyes with you and your bleeding face.

"say...you love me..[name] or I will do a lot worse"

"now now..that's enough. Goro you are always so rough"

The sound of a smooth and calm voice caused you to look over at Akira who was still in his school uniform. He walked over to you and reached out to wipe the blood off your face with his thumb and he licked the red liquid off his finger. "Hi sweetie..was goro being mean again?" He spoke teasingly before he leaned over and gave akechi a kiss on the cheek.

"you both must have had a hard day..lets all take a bath then I will make us coffee" Akira was always the one who save you from akechi but to assume he was any less obsessed was a foolish mistake. Akira looked you over and he slowly slid his glasses off before setting them aside. The sight of you all bruised up and fragile just did something to him "actually...how about I kiss your wounds better before our bath" he whispers out in a seductive tone.

Akechi gave a smile as he lifted you up and tossed you on the bed "I'll make you say you love me..we will make you scream..won't we Akira?" Akechi questions as he turned towards his boyfriend before he helped him out off his shirt while kissing along his neck..you were in for a loooong night.

"yuri! Our angel still isn't eating!"

Victor's whined to yuri who was cleaning the kitchen. Victor eyed you from across the table and gave a worried look as you simply stated at your plate without touching a single thing. You haven't been eating,sleeping, or talking to the boys for two days straight and it was driving Victor insane.

"should I cook something else? What would you like sweetie?" Yuri asked as he wiped his hands on his apron before walking over and brushing some hair from your face. Your refusal to speak made Victor whine and impatiently tap his fingers in the table. Yuri sighs and glanced at Victor "vitya..can you feed her while I finish? She needs to eat" Yuri said softly before resuming what he was doing

Victor gave a smile as he moved his seat right next to you before picking up the chopsticks and tried to feed you some food but your jaw was locked no matter how hard Victor pressed the food against your lips. Victor lets out a small sigh "I don't wanna hurt you..but you have to eat" Victor said softly before he reached and tried squeezing your face til your mouth was forced open.

Victor shoved the food inside and gave a happy smile. When he noticed you weren't chewing he simply pulled you into his lap and held your nose closed with one hand while his free arm wrapped around your waist to lock you in place. You had to swallow if you needed air. After hearing you give a harsh gulp Victor unplugged your nose before nuzzling his face against your neck "good job!" He cheers out before peppering your neck with kisses. When you gave no response Victor bit down on your neck which made you gasp.

Yuri was finished and he walked over to you both before sitting infront of you. "[Name], you have to talk to us..this game isn't very fair" he said softly and you merely looked away. Yuri let out a tired sigh before he moved from his seat to his knees on the floor "guess we have to make you sing..right vitya?" Yuri asked as he was already removing your pants while Victor was kissing your neck "as much as I would love to hear them speak..hearing them moan is just as good."

[corruptedconfessions]

Yandere! Sfw Victor Nikiforov headcanons

-Victor is the type of Yandere who will do anything to make sure his darling doesn’t see his yandere traits

-He doesn’t want you to see that ugly side of him and dislike him

-Possessive but he is so smooth about it you won’t even notice the difference between possessive and his normal clinging to you

-Manipulative bastard, knows exactly the right things to say to hurt you and make you doubt yourself if you start noticing his...unpleasant behaviors

-Also knows exactly what to say to build you back up again, more dependent and trusting on him than before the little ‘incidents’

-100% a guy who will neg you to get you to stay with him if you ever start to feel like he doesn’t treat you right

- “You want to leave me, wow I would never have courage to leave someone like me looking like you do!”

-Will laugh off any concerns about himself that you bring to him, kissing and grabbing at you to both distract you and get you to shut up

-But all this is assuming you even notice that something is up with him, which more than likely you wont, he is too careful about it

-Say another skater or couch gets too close to you for his liking, he’ll bite his tongue, give no hint of the rage boiling just below the surface, bide his time.

-”Darling, can you head back to the room, I forgot my jacket, ill be right there~”

-Will kiss you before sneaking back to wherever he purposely left it, maybe “accidentally” running into whoever dared lay their eyes on you, dare speak to you with their foul words

-He will never get physical, no, that gives a better chance of him getting caught or someone squealing and you finding out about his nasty little ugly side

-The king of passive aggression when it comes to you and certainly when it comes to others

-May not threaten those who look at you but will certainly make them uncomfortable enough they wont want to be around you or him again any time soon

-Which is fine with him, he didn’t want those filth near his precious darling anyways

-Honestly your relationship will probably be fairly normal to you, despite his idiot appearance he is very careful to keep his not so attractive actions out of your sight, when you are asleep or safely tucked away in your room

[yaniico]

yandere is good, I mean like REALLY good

[rowretro]

𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

✧taglist✧: @nxzz-skz   @nshmrarki @wntersm @eabananayoi

(anyone else? I think I may have missed a few names or tagged them on a dif post by accident)

WARNINGS: BLOOD, MENTIONS OF DEAD BODIES, nothing else I know of

✧CHAPTER 5✧

It was nothing new in the boys’ house. Waking up, doing a normal morning routine, then coming downstairs to find a whole blood bath in the living room.

 The girl stared, stunned as she watched Heeseung be so casual, laughing and joking with Jungwon as he poked one of the dead bodies with a stick “Painted our white sofa red. Broke whore couldn’t even be grateful enough to clean up after himself.”

 He scoffed, as he clicked his fingers at the guards “I want this room cleaned and the furniture replaced while we’re at school.” Heeseung ordered, smirking as he saw Babe step in, flinching at the sight of the gory scene. 

She silently grabbed her bag, and opened the front door, only for it to get slammed shut forcefully. “Where are you off to without us?! We’re going to the same school.” Heeseung simply said, his arm trapping her between the door and his body. 

“I-I need to get my uniform from home… I’ll meet you at school though-” she faked a smile as Heeseung scoffed “Fine… get in the car I’ll drop you off.” Heeseung coldly stated as the girl gasped. 

There was no way she’s letting them know where she lives. She can’t let them know where she lives, her home is her only safe place.

 “No need, seriously- it’s walking distance-” the girl added as Heeseung frowned at her attitude. “I’m being nice aren’t I? I’m literally offering you a ride babe, are you sure you want to miss out on it?!” He asked, his stare intense as the girl opened the front door “trust me, I’m fine… see you in school-” she said before leaving the building, and running all the way home.

. . .

Upon arriving at her place, she locked the doors and double checked that no one followed her. She peacefully took a quick shower, changed into her uniform and hopped onto her motorbike after rushing her makeup, speeding to the highest, and safest limit she could as she was practically already late. 

10 minutes after the lesson had started, Babe came rushing in, helmet still on her head, the girl out of breath “Sorry I’m late” she apologized through heavy breaths as the teacher blinked. “You forgot to take your helmet off,” the man pointed out, as the girl sighed, taking it off as she went to her seat beside Ning Ning.

 The girl was an extremely enthusiastic, outgoing extrovert, befriending practically everyone. However her energy can be a little too much for Babe to handle. In the nicest way possible, Ning Ning is annoying. “Ooh you even have gems and rhinestones on your helmet? That’s so cool!” she exclaimed quietly, not wanting to trigger the teacher.

 Babe sighed and faked a smile, before continuing to take notes. Ning Ning, however, was distracted, her head on the table, as she took a nap. That was the only time she’s ever been quiet, but the babe mentally admitted, she kind of missed her noisiness.

It was finally break time, the boys out of sight. It was weird. Ever since she arrived at school she didn’t see them anywhere, not even in the first 2 lessons.

 The girl shrugged, sitting with Eunchae where Ning Ning was enthusiastically telling the girls her latest gossip in school “Did you hear? Apparently they’re cleaning it up now! The boys got into a fight earlier, like right before school… there was so much blood everywhere I wouldn’t even be surprised if someone died!” Ning Ning exaggerated.

 “OOH and the person they beat up was a guy that was interested in Babe~” Ning Ning sang as her sentence was followed by the girls’ oohing her. Babe’s eyes widened when she saw the boy’s walk in. 

Just as Ning Ning was about to say something else so daring, Babe stuffed a bunch of popcorn in Ning Ning’s mouth, catching her off guard “YOU SEEM HUNGRY HERE TRY THIS- ITS BIBBLE FROM THE UK-” she exclaimed, muffling Ning Ning’s sentences.

 Jungwon glanced at them, weirded out by her behaviour, while Jay rolled his eyes, approaching them. “Babe Lee. did you forget where you sit or is this some kind of cry for attention?!” Jay asked coldly as he walked off, the girl hastily grabbing her things, running after him.

. . .

Babe was silent, watching as the boys played basket ball outside in the cold. No teachers or students were here as it was pretty late after school. Riki was still staying at home, resting as his fever was fairly high.

Sunghoon was simply smoking some cannabis, giggling with Jake about some random shit. Heeseung flawlessly shooting hoops, teasing Jay, as Jungwon also joined in by teasing the both of them, bouncing the ball out of their hands and running.

They looked so sweet and harmless that verry moment. Babe, looked in her small bedazzled Mirror she keeps in her pocket, frowning as she saw that her lipstick faded, her lips now deprived of the pretty nude-ish pink shade. 

She slowly applied the lipstick, making sure she doesn't apply too much. whenever she got some colour anywhere that's not on her lips, she softly wiped it away with her finger.

The girl applied some more lipstick on her lower lip, flinching as the basket ball hit the space beside her. "Go get the ball Jay-" Heeseung frowned as the male rolled his eyes. Babe frowned as she saw the stride of product on her face.

Just as she was about to wipe it away with her sleeve, the soft hands of Sunoo meet her cheeks, he smiled as he wiped it off properly with some makeup wipes. "Let me do your lips- it's so satisfying" he simply asked.

Quite taken aback by his sudden softness, Babe smiled and handed him her lipstick, lip gloss and lipliner. He was so focused, using his thumb occasionally to blend out the makeup.

he frowned looking through her collection of lip liners, noticing they were all pretty dark. Sunghoon who was witnessing the cute scene simply pointed at one for him, as the male took it and started reapplying the liner on her lips, blending it in so it won't look ridiculous.

He pecked her lips quickly, not ruining his artwork, before applying the lip gloss over it. "I've never actually done anyone's makeup before- you should start letting me do yours more often, your lips look prettier, even though they already were pretty-" He simply said as the girl thanked him.

Wasn't it just this morning that these boys who are seemingly sweet, innocent and carefree, were brutally murdering some bastards and enjoying every scene of it?.... 

✧𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗✧

[lilacwriter07]

I will write them all actually just need a headstart ..

[arariren]

thanks to my writing wife who did this collab w me checkout her writing LY @jestinayspainden​ check out her ao3 and the one-shot she wrote for this

Once he had Viktor wholly his, the tormented need to murder was still ever prevalent even as he luxuriates in the love they shared. How could it be he wonders even as he lifts the wooden handle with both hands and lifts it to the air above.

How could he still need this craving fulfilled, how could it still be the only comfort he had even when Viktor’s touch just wasn’t enough at times. How could he only feel this overwhelming calm take him as he crashes it all down onto the skull of his latest victim. How it took his breath away, but all he felt was almost disembodied serenity take over him.

Again and again, like waves crashing upon the shore, he laps each muted thud against the pile of increasingly pulverised skin.

Viktor could not take his sight away for a moment, shallow gasps of awe and horror intermixed leaving him frozen. All he could do was take each swinging motion in with an intake of breath in time even as his heart races even faster beneath.

Was he becoming insane? Lost in a maze of disgust and love, washing over his senses like a thin film, clouding his vision into a softened reality. He assented in his silence, the way his hands no longer wish to save himself or anyone else. His phone was at home, it was only them, and the mess upon the dirty concrete ground of the alleyway.

It was so intimate, even when Yuuri turns his body towards him and he responds instinctively. How could he not be in love with this? With every facet, from the messy dark locks, to the breathless smile he receives, smeared with thick residue.

The lazy grace of a pleased predator as he lifts his bat and swings over Viktor’s shoulder. Even as he flinches he still leans ever closer to his doe-eyed lover. All a haze in the dark dreamland of Yuuri’s wonderous world.

[shorkbrian]

Let me say degrading shit abt myself! What if I have a degradation kink and wanna get off? R00d ):

No jk lol I’m just mad horny about Victor ykwim? I was pestering @absolute-flaming-trash​ abt him the other day

Why am I so enamored with someone like speaking a different language around me and leaving me completely in the dark while they talk to me/someone else abt what they’re going to do to me

Victor likes baby talking to you in Russian

And you’ve told him you don’t know what he’s saying but he doesn’t care, especially not when he’s intoxicated.

Maybe he’s drunk and giggly and his brain can’t translate right now so all he can manage is his mother tongue

All I see is mafia Vitya being drunk and making you come to him in his office, all his guards around while he tugs you onto his lap and just giggles and mumbles in your ear all these words you can’t understand. His guards start fidgeting and getting uncomfortable and it’s only when Victor barks out an order and they begin to leave do you catch the looks they give you, some pitiful, others lustful. 

And then Victor’s grinding against you and he’s so warm and sweating a bit, still just going on and on in his native language, you’re increasingly uncomfortable but there’s nothing you can do. Anything you to try to say just gets met with “Nyet, nyet!” Like a child. And you know enough Russian to know that word, because you’ve begged with Victor using it before. 

Pretty boy just keeps grabbing your face, making you look at him, pressing gross kisses to your lips and jaw, sloppy and full of drool, leaving his spit all over your neck and face. It feels disgusting while you wipe it off, but Vitya doesn’t care.

He curls his face into your neck and giggles some more, unknown words falling from his lips as he holds your hips down in place so he can more easily hump against you, staggered and uncoordinated.

There’s a heavy stench of alcohol on his breath, an empty bottle of some expensive vodka brand by his desk on the floor. He’s completely trashed. You can see it in the bright flush on his cheeks, the glazed look in his eyes as he looks at you so dearly. Hear it in the hiccups falling from his mouth as he stumbles over his words, repeats himself, coos at you like you’re the most precious thing.

Luckily Vitya never lasts long when he’s drunk. 

Just a few minutes of awkward, uncomfortable fondling, hands squeezing at your chest, grabbing your hips, pinching your ass too hard and then laughing and apologizing with his foreign words.

He ruts against you like an over eager dog, slacks tented, erection pressed against your clothed sex. Just enough to get you hot and bothered despite you wishing your body to remain unaffected.

Then the man cums in his pants, kisses you a bit more, falls asleep in his desk chair with a mess on his lap.

You hope he won’t remember this in the morning, try to “make it up to you” when you’d really just rather forget the whole experience.

For now, you can slide off his lap, settle onto the plush couch he has in his office, and cry yourself to sleep.

[thevanillerose]

SEDUCER | YANDERE!VICTOR x READER | YURI ON ICE

You seduced him.

Every stroke of your blade against the ice. Every swing and slip of your leg. Every breathless expression on your beautiful face.

Picturesque.

Yet that seduction was not intentional. Far from it. All you cared about was skating as well as you possibly could. Impressing the judges, winning whatever competition you were in, and ultimately that was all your life revolved around right now. While you were still in your peak you intended to shine, but not for anyone in particular.

Not even for Victor.

That was just what he saw. Somehow, in that silver-haired head of his, he'd planted and tended to the idea that you must be the one for him. Nobody else, and it distorted and twisted all his sensibility. He became obsessed with the idea of you, and only wished to possess you like you possessed the ice beneath your graceful feet.

After every program he only fell deeper and deeper into that cold and twisted insanity. When he saw you so much as congratulate another contestant he'd bite down hard on the tip of his thumb and gnaw ceaselessly at his pallid skin, sharp blue eyes staring dead at all whom he saw as opponents.

They were. They were just competition to be eliminated.

He saw fit that it happened. 'Drop outs' started to occur, natural at first but it reached an alarming rate soon enough, and rumors began to spread in the skating world of a frigid killer, a shadowed figure who would sneak up on those practicing late at any rink alone, slicing their necks to ribbons and leaving the ice stained in crimson.

You tried not to worry about that. With the Grand Prix Final coming up, all that mattered was making it to the end and standing in between whoever else was lucky enough. As long as you were in the middle, that was all you cared about.

So you too, would take to the ice during the night, and skate gracefully upon it, gliding weightlessly in the silence and appreciating the peace of being alone. At least, you thought you were.

After finishing your evening routine, you slowed to a dramatic stop, arms raised high and head tilted back. When you closed your eyes you could imagine it. The sound of clapping and cheering, a victorious din of support. Yet piercing through that fanciful thought, you heard something distinctly real, and quickly looked around in time to see his first step onto the ice.

“Victor!?”

As swan-like as ever, he skated over to your side with a gorgeous gait, reaching you smoothly. His jacket was settled loosely around his shoulders, but his slender body still showed itself finely enough. Those azure eyes of his were certainly captivating, that much you couldn't deny.

“I'm sorry if I frightened you, [Y/N]. I just saw you here and couldn't resist. You've come so far, improved so much...” Without warning, his hand slipped up to your cheek and held itself there. Startlingly, his palm felt colder than the ice itself. “I'm so proud of you.”

When he said that, you couldn't help but feel a little flutter in your heart. It was easy to push down though, when you were so fixated on claiming victory. Just a case of remembering what mattered most here. Romance could wait. Love could stand aside until you saw this through.

Victor though...he was not so deterred. In his near delirious state, his cheeks started to flush, and the gap between you shrank when his hand pinched your chin instead. “V-Victor, what are you-!?” His lips stole yours before you could finish.

Vanilla. That was the taste of it. Pleasant. Soft.

But wrong! You didn't need this right now!

Quickly, before he could deepen it, you shoved him back. Or at least, you tried to. What you swiftly realized was how firm his hand was against your back, and how his other came to snag your wrist and squeeze it, preventing you from going anywhere or pushing him again.

“...Mmm...” “Mmf--!!”

Your experiences differed wildly. For him it was the ultimate expression of his love, a finale moment he had been waiting to show you. For you, it was far too much, far too soon, and all at the wrong time.

Anger welled within you, and before you knew it, it had taken over. With a sharp jerk of your hand you managed to free yourself, jerk your head back, and quickly send your palm shooting for his cheek before he could try and kiss you again.

CRACK!

It resonated momentously through the skating rink. Such a dead place allowed even the tiniest sound to carry widely. Your attack was like an atom bomb.

His head was thrown entirely to the side, hair disheveled across his eyeline. Seeing him like this was momentarily frightening, but you shook off that feeling. Just because you couldn't see his eyes, that was all. You were sure he was probably welling up and feeling guilty right now, no?

No.

As it turned out, you were very wrong about that. For when Victor finally looked at you again, his frozen gaze was so hollow that you couldn't breathe for a moment. Not once had you ever seen this kind of fury, barely contained.

“...” Wordlessly, his hand reached up to his own face and touched the still stinging patch you had left in your furious wake. With a slight tilt of his head, he took one sharp step towards you, causing you to stagger back a little. Then another. “...After all I've done for you. After all my sacrifices. All the blood I've shed to keep you away from them. But there's still someone else, isn't there?”

His hands snatched your arms before you could turn heel, and you yelped: “V-Victor what are you talking about, what are you doing!? Let me go!!” In response he only dug his nails deeper, making you wince.

“Or...perhaps it's something else. You care more about winning gold than you care about me, isn't that right?”

That calmly posed question made your heart plummet. That nauseous feeling only came so strongly because you knew, deep down, he was right. It was true.

You did.

“...I...I just want to fulfil my dream, Victor. Please...you of all people must understand that!” He leaned in closer. “Oh? Then why did you tease me so much? Why did you dance for me like that when you were never going to give me anything more?” “I-I don't know what you're talking about!”

“You do.”

Suddenly, he made you gasp. His hands worked their way down your back and around your thighs, caressing your body from top to toe. Every inch of you turned flustered, and your lip trembled slightly as his face hovered over yours, his hooded eyes giving you a sultry look.

“How could you expect me to look at this body, this form, and not feel that way? You're a little siren who made me fall in love with you...”

He bit his lip and tugged it, before suddenly forcing his mouth onto yours again. Trying to pull away only netted you two hands in your hair, pulling on it whenever you resisted. If he wanted more he just had to tug a strand, and your gasping maw would give way to his tongue.

When he finally pulled back again he was panting just as much as you were, but out of lust rather than fear. That wavering smile cracked open.

“Now...take responsibility.”

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