#and having other people who haven’t done their homework either flocking up to you to agree with you

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just another day ending in “y” in the jgy character tag i see

suggestion: maybe next time before you drop your unsourced and inaccurate garbage in the tag and then go full shockedpikachu.jpeg when someone calls you out, maybe refresh your memory and do your homework first.

[ohducknewton]

PLEASE write some Fitzroy angst!!! (Maybe about what happened at Knight school? Or at least how he’s dealing with that now?)

“I just cannot comprehend how both of you came to school with neither quills nor parchment. Honestly,” Sir Fitzroy pauses as he peers in another shop window. “It’s a school. Which therefore implies a need of school supplies.”

In response, Argo shrugs and shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his jodhpurs. “Just didn’t seem necessary. I mean, with all the gold we’re forking over to attend said school, is it too much to ask that they throw in a free pen or two?”

Bud nods but remains silent.

The three of them have been wandering the town of Last Hope for no longer than two minutes and Sir Fitzroy is already regretting the offer to go with his new roommates on their little shopping trip. Argo insists on touching every single thing he comes across and Bud has tracked no less than six cubic feet of dirt in the single shop they have tried out so far. Maybe it's not too late to feign a headache, head back to the dorm, and just cover Gary the Gargoyle with a pillow so that any comments about Fitzroy’s social skills are muffled.

“Oh this looks promising!” Argo bounds over to Parchment, Parchment & More Parchment. “How ‘bout it friends? Think we might perhaps be able to obtain parchment here?”

Fitzroy doesn’t dignify his wink with a response and instead starts heading over to the shop, Argo and Bud following close behind.

“Alright, so I would recommend purchasing at least three packets of paper, four if you think-” And before Fitzroy can continue, the door to the shop swings open, barely missing them. With the smell of ink and paper comes two figures and as Fitzroy sees them, his stomach drops.

“Oh terribly sorry, we didn’t-” Sir Leopold starts to say, but immediately stops once he looks up. It's impossible to miss the step back he takes or how wide his eyes go. Next to him, Dame Breora does a once over of Fitzroy and from the set of her smile, he failed the inspection. “Oh! Sir Fitzroy! Or- Wait. Is it still Sir Fitzroy? Or just Fitzroy now?”

Taking a deep, calming breath, Fitzroy pauses before replying. “Yes. Still Sir Fitzroy. My title has not changed.”

“Oh. Well it is such a . . . Surprise to see you Fitzroy.”

“Likewise.” He says, teeth grit and smile tight.

Argo glances between the three of them. “Soooo, are you two friends of Sir Fitzroy here?”

“We went to school together.” Breora replies, only sparing a passing glance to Argo.

Leopold adjusts his tunic and Fitzroy would bet a hundred platinum that he did it just so that the insignia for Clyde Nite’s Night Knight School would be shown more prominently. “The school is doing well if you’re wondering. Well, except the battleground. That’s still out of commission after, well- You know.”

“Yes indeed I do know.” Fitzroy puts both his hands behind his back, grabbing one of his wrists. “I was there after all.”

“Of course.”

The five of them are still just standing there in the doorway, no one making any motion to move.

“Well this was-”

“So do you-”

Both Fitzroy and Breora stop as their words come out jumbled and on top of one another. “Please,” he says. “After you.”

“I was just going to ask if you-” She looks him up and down before wiggling her fingers. “You know . . .”

The grip on his wrist becomes near painful. “Still have magic? No actually, I visited my cleric and got a cream prescribed for it. Cleared all that magic right up!”

Leopold falters. “Really?”

“No of course not, magic is literally in all of my bones. Why can no one tell when I’m being facetious?”

Behind him, Buddy coughs. 

“Well, that’s-” Leopold glances at Breora. “That’s cool.” 

“Cool is certainly, a word.”

The awkward silence is back with a fury and Fitzroy is truly concerned at this point that his gauntlets are going to be permanently bent out of shape as he grips them. “Well this was fun.” Fitzroy says as he steps aside to let Breora and Leopold pass. “But my compatriots and I really must be going.”

Argo pats him on the shoulder as he says, “Indeed! We certainly don’t want Parchment, Parchment and More Parchment to run out of parchment, now do we? Can’t complete our homework without it!”

Breora tilts her head, Leopold mirroring her in what would almost be funny if Fitzroy didn’t know exactly where this conversation was headed. “Oh? You’ve enrolled in a new school, have you Fitzroy?”

The surprise coloring her voice starts to color Fitzroy’s vision red. “Yes. I have.”

“Well good for you.” Leopold says, getting a critical failure on his deception check and not caring. “I had assumed that after what happened, other schools would be a bit hesitant to accept you. So that’s wonderful that you’ve found one who is willing to look past all that. What’s the name of this place?”

Bud and Argo share a look. Fitzroy does his best not to challenge him to a duel right then and there. 

“Hieronymous Wiggenstaff's School for Heroism and Villainy.”

“Huh.” Leopold raises an eyebrow. “Haven’t heard of it.”

“Me either.”

And for the cherry on top of this shit sunday- Argo starts to laugh. 

This is it. This is fucking it. Fitzroy’s done. Fitzroy’s out! Built in friends, yeah right Gary! More like just another couple of bastards who will find such delight in his misery! It doesn’t matter if he has to sleep in Godscar Chasm itself, he’s not spending another second with these-

“Sorry,” Argo gets out through his laughter. “It’s just- How have you never heard of Hieronymous Wiggenstaff's School for Heroism and Villainy?”

Fitzroy freezes.

“I mean, it is one of only two schools that have been given a triple diamond rating from the Heroic Oversight Guild and three out every five professional heroes and villains are Wiggenstaff alumni!”

Argo is literally spouting off the spiel from the pamphlets verbatim, but Fitzroy honestly couldn’t care less because Breora’s and Leopold’s faces are priceless.

“I just can’t imagine how you couldn’t have heard of it, can you Bud?”

Behind him, Bud shakes his head and speaks for the first time since this encounter began. “My clan has lived deep within forest for summers beyond count. Many of us born and buried without ever seeing your cities or people. And yet . . .” He looks to the sky as a flock of birds flies above them. “ . . . I had still heard of this school.”

Fitzroy can’t keep the grin off his face.

Breora and Leopold sure can.

But before they can say anything else, Argo leans in closer to Fitzroy and stage whispers. “Maybe it’s for the best you no longer attend that school. Doesn’t seem like their curriculum is up to par if you know what I mean. Now if you’ll pardon us.”

And when Argo move towards the door, both Breora and Leopold move out of the way without a word.

It’s only once they’re fully inside the shop, away from prying ears, that Bud comments, “They are terrible.”

“I have to agree my Firbolg friend. I thought knights were all about chivalry and honor, but those two really sucked.” Argo laughs, but stops as he turns to him. “You alright Sir Fitzroy?”

“Yes of course, I have enough sense to not let the two of them get to me.” He nearly leaves it at that, but after a moment he adds on softly, “Thank you.”

As the three of them go about shopping for school supplies, neither Argo nor Bud press about what happened at Clyde Nite’s Night Knight School, don’t even hint at wanting to know. Fitzroy can’t appreciate it enough. Instead, they chat about homework or new names for Bud or what Groundsy is hiding in his hut (the current bet is on a second identical backup Groundsy). And as they wander through Last Hope, Argo touching every single thing he comes across no matter if it has a clear ‘No Touching’ sign or not, and Bud creating a verifiable trail of dirt wherever they go, Fitzroy finds he doesn’t mind anymore.

Maybe Gary the Gargoyle was telling the truth about this whole ‘Built In Friends’ thing.

Just maybe.

[pedroscurls]

Title: Sway With Me (Part 4.)

Character(s): Ike Evans and Sisi (original female character) Summary: Ike realizes that Sisi is close friends with his youngest son, Danny. Word Count: 1,479 Author's Note: Short chapter, but things will pick up! Thanks for hanging in there and being patient. I appreciate it so much! 

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Since the late dinner last night, Sisi couldn’t take her mind off Ike. She was gaining more serious feelings for him and she didn’t know if the feeling was mutual enough for Ike to take the next step with her. Though, despite the age gap, he was also her Professor. She found out that the famous Miramar Playa was owned by him and that he had three children.

Sisi had a friend that she met through class that lived at the Miramar Playa. She didn’t know if that meant the two were related or not, but either way, meeting up with Danny at the famous hotel excited her because there was a possibility that she may bump into Ike. She grabbed her bag and things and left her apartment, heading to the lavish hotel on the beach.

After paying the driver, she climbed out of the car with her bag in tow and entered the hotel once the the doors opened for her. Standing in the middle of the lobby, Sisi couldn’t help but gaze around in awe. Ike had really done a great job with this business of his that many have been flocking to. He even had Frank Sinatra sing at one of his ballrooms a few months ago. It was amazing. It opened her eyes that if Ike could do it, then so could she.

Danny Evans spotted her in an instant, grinning as he walked over to her. “Sisi,” he smiled.

“Danny!” she returned the smile, wrapping her arm around his in a one-armed hug. “You’re looking good. How’s Mercedes?”

He blushed, looking down at the ground and bringing a hand to rub at the back of his neck. “Still working on it, but we’re getting there. We kissed the other day.”

“Look at you, Mr. Suave,” she teased.

Danny laughed quietly, looking over at Sisi with a shy smile. “Okay, okay. Enough. You ready to study?”

“Hell yeah, though, I’m a bit intrigued with this place. How about you give me a tour then we’ll get to the serious stuff?”

“Sure, of course. Come on. Want me to take your bag?” he asked.

“No, no. I’ve got it. Thanks. Lead the way, charmer.”

Danny led Sisi throughout the hotel, laughing alongside with her. To anyone, it looked like the younger Evans was hitting it off with a beautiful woman, but to them, they were simply friends. The attraction had never been there and Sisi always had her interests in older men; Ike was proof of that.

Once the tour was over, Danny was leading Sisi to the elevators to lead her up to his room to study. However, Stevie, his older brother, accidentally bumped into Sisi without watching where he was going. His hands instinctively rested on her hips to keep her steady, but she kindly stepped back and smiled politely.

“Stevie,” Danny sighed. “Watch where you’re going.”

Stevie looked over at his brother and smiled, turning his attention to Sisi. Though, his smile just broadened and a flicker of familiarity flashed in his brown eyes. After finding out that Ike was the owner of the Miramar Playa, she realized that Danny Evans was his son since the younger man lived at the hotel like it was his home.

“You’re from The Havana,” Stevie smirked, turning his charm. “You were great.”

“Thank you. The rest of the girls too,” Sisi nodded.

“Yeah, but you’re different. You’re somethin’ else,” he winked.

Danny narrowed his eyes, looking between the both of them. He could sense Sisi’s urge to leave, so he gently rested a hand on her lower back and stepped into the elevator which Stevie stepped in as well.

“We’re going to study.”

Stevie leaned against the railing, grabbing a cigarette and placing it between his lips. To Sisi, he wasn’t attractive, but she did give Ike and his late-wife for birthing such beautiful sons. She was sure that there had been countless of women throwing themselves at Danny and Stevie.

“I didn’t know you knew Danny,” Stevie chuckled. “Why are you hanging out with him when you can out with me?” he winked.

Sisi arched a brow, looking up at him. “Danny’s my friend and I’m sure I’d have a much better time with him than you,” she bit back.

The doors opened and Danny chuckled, allowing Sisi to step off the elevator. Stevie narrowed his eyes; he wasn’t used to women turning him down. In fact, he had gotten used to the fact that he had more women than his younger brother. Following the pair out of the elevator, Danny walked to his room and pulled his keys from his pocket.

Stevie lit up the cigarette and looked down at Sisi, tilting his head. “Can I take you out? Give me a chance to show you that I’m much more fun than my younger brother.”

“Stevie, knock it off. She isn’t interested.”

Stevie rolled his eyes. “What do you care? You’ve got Mercedes.”

“I’m actually seeing someone, but thanks,” Sisi smiled. She heard the sounds of the elevator doors opening once more and when she looked up, her eyes met Ike’s. She bit her lower lip and blushed to herself, dropping her eyes to the floor.

“Boys,” Ike called, stepping closer to Danny’s room. He looked down at Sisi, trying to hide the confusion in his face by masking it with an unfamiliar gaze. “Who’s your friend, Danny?”

“Oh! Dad, this is Sisi. She’s a friend of mine.”

Sisi licked her lips slowly, extending her hand. “We’ve met,” she replied.

“You have?” Stevie asked.

“She’s my student,” Ike nodded, shaking her hand slowly.

“Remember her from The Havana, dad?” Stevie smiled.

Danny arched a brow, holding his door open as he allowed Sisi to talk to his father and brother. “I’m going to clean my room up a bit,” he told Sisi.

“Oh, okay. Messy room?” she teased.

Danny playfully rolled his eyes and stepped into his room, shutting the door behind him. Sisi looked up at Ike, trying to avoid his gaze before turning her attention to Stevie.

“Yes, I am from The Havana… You’ve already said it,” she teased.

Ike chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can’t necessarily think back to that night, son. She’s my student. It’s a bit inappropriate.”

“Well, you saw her dance. Nothing wrong with that. Besides, it was before school started.”

“I’m flattered that The Havana attracts all kinds of people,” Sisi replied, interrupting the conversation.

Ike arched a brow, looking over at Stevie. “Anyway, can you go run down to the bar and cover for Adam? He’s out sick.”

“Again?” Stevie groaned. “Sure, fine. I’ll go there right now and set up. It was nice meeting you, Sisi. Maybe I’ll see you around?”

“Of course. See you around, Stevie.”

He grinned, exhaling a puff of smoke into the air. “And when you change your mind, I’ll be right here. I can guarantee you a good time.”

Ike narrowed his eyes, a flood of jealous rushing through him. “Stevie, now.”

“Okay, okay. See you later, Sisi. I’ll talk to you later, dad.”

Stevie walked down the hallway to enter the elevators. Once he was out of earshot, Ike looked down at Sisi and cleared his throat.

“You’re friends with Danny?” he whispered.

“We had a few classes together last year, that’s all.”

“Just a friend?”

Sisi stepped forward, resting a hand on his chest. She played with the end of his tie and licked her lips, “Getting jealous over your own son, Ike?”

“I just want you to realize that what we’re doing is dangerous territory, Sisi. Not only because of the age gap, but also because you are my student,” he reasoned.

Sisi sighed, “We haven’t done anything but dance with one another. Stevie’s right. That was before I even knew you would be my professor, Ike. So, calm down.”

Ike leaned down to kiss her forehead, pulling away gently. “I think it’s because I want more,” he admitted. “I want more and I know I shouldn’t -- we shouldn’t.”

“I get it. I understand,” she replied.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a bit stressed out. I’ll leave you to it,” Ike said, turning on his heel to walk towards the elevators.

Sisi looked over her shoulder to see if Danny had left his room and when the coast was still clear, she took his hand and turned him around to kiss his cheek. “I want this too. So, Professor Evans, if you’re free later, I’d really like it if you could help me with the homework you assigned,” she whispered, “And also help you de-stress.”

Ike cleared his throat, biting his lower lip. “I’m busy until late tonight, Sisi.”

“That’s fine with me. I’m a patient woman.”

Ike smiled, deciding to agree. “I’ll see you then. Go up to the penthouse at nine tonight.”

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Expomise Chapter 6!

I updated Expomise!

Summary: 

“It’s really good to see you, Victor. Love the hair.”

His friend flushes, “Y-yes, I thought so, too.”

For a moment, they just kind of stand there, in silence, not really knowing what to say. Yuuri wants to tell him to come in again, wants to ask how Chris and Georgi are doing, wants to reach out and touch him, like he always does.

Except… he doesn’t.

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“I am a strong, independent wizard who needs no man,” Yuuri whispers to himself, clutching his scarf close to his chest. “This is fine.”

“Yuuri?” Luke’s voice reaches him just as he’s finishing lacing up his skates, as cheerful as always. “We’re waiting for you here!”

“...Coming,” he calls back weakly, straightening himself up and turning to glance backwards. The Coaches who have hours in the mornings are on the ice, carefully guiding beginners and lecturing some more experienced skaters, all of which look half-asleep still, clinging to the barriers and groaning every few minutes of exhausting exercise.

Luke, of course, is also there; because the universe just hates Yuuri that much that it didn’t have enough making him anxious and terrified of squirrels. He’s at the short door that opens up to the ice, beaming at him, wearing his colourful pink beanie and the tightest leggings Yuuri’s ever seen (and he’s a ballet dancer). “Slide in, big boy.”

Yuuri flushes as he’s making his way towards him, wincing at the sound the blade make against the ground, even if it’s protected against them, “Please don’t call me that, Luke.”

“Aw,” the teenager pouts, in a way  so unnecessarily dramatic that it reminds Yuuri of Phichit. “But aren’t you such a big, strong boy?”

“I’m thi- almost fourteen,” he splutters, not meeting his eyes. “And I’ve got class now, you know.”

“You were so much nicer to me at the beginning,” Luke smiles, gently moving so that they’re skating together towards where the  Coaches are. Yuuri only has morning classes like these on weekends, since he mostly uses the rink alone with Celestino during the afternoons, to practice his magic, and he’s changed his rink from last year, so he’s still a bit unfamiliar with the rest of the adults there. That means nothing when it comes to Luke, though, he practically lives here.

Yuuri met Luke last year, at the open ice rink during Christmas, and Luke told him he had talent.

“He was scared of you at the beginning,” Yuuko pipes in, happily coming to a stop in front of them. She’s the reason Yuuri changed rinks this year, to one further away from his home, which he has to Floo to. It’s close to Minako’s, though, so he makes the trip count.

“He couldn’t be,” Luke gasps, “I’m so undeniably pleasant.”

He smiles at Yuuri as he says so, taking a moment to rub his shoulders in a friendly way, the same kind of ‘big brother’ affection he loves showering Yuuri in, and his blue eyes shine.

For a moment, Yuuri can’t breathe properly.

“Come on, Yuuri,” Yuuko grabs his hand, “We have to practice together! That’s why we’re rinkmates. You can try holding me up.”

“Yuuko, that’s dangerous - “

“Gotta go, bye!”

Honestly? She’s just saved him from completely humiliating himself by trying to speak to Luke normally. It’s basically impossible.

…

Yuuri is um, he’s pretty sure he kinda, um… he kinda likes Luke.

It’s not a big deal! And it’s not like Yuuri is like, totally lusting after him or falling in love with him, either. Luke is just really handsome, and nice, and smiles a lot, and holds his hand when he trips on ice, and says his skating is good, and -

Well. Luke is um. He’s a cool guy, okay? Anyone would have a small crush on him, he’s got that special charm that makes people flock to him like birds. Mari teases him about it all the time, to his absolute horror. Whenever she comes pick him up at the ice rink she makes a show out of calling out Luke’s name, asking how Yuuri’s done, and smiling blindingly the whole way through, ecstatic.

“I hate you so much,” Yuuri groans as they exit the place, burying his face in his hands. “Why can’t you let me be?”

“Oh, was I bothering you two?” Mari presses the back of her palm against her forehead, mock-ashamed. “I never meant to interrupt your romantic encounters. But you can’t blame me, the last time you had a crush was on that one girl who lives across the street.”

“He’s like, your age,” Yuuri whines, pushing her so that she moves quickly. He’s almost certain Luke can’t hear them, but it’s better to make sure. Just in case. “And I don’t like him!”

His sister hums noncommittally, “Yes, of course. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Yuuri.” She smirks, “Or whatever helps you at night, even if you don’t actually sleep.”

“Oh my god - I can’t believe - I am going to murder you -” His cheeks are flaming red. Did she just imply…?

Mari holds her hands up, “You’re almost fourteen, little bro, I wasn’t born yesterday.”

Yuuri glares at her, hoping his blush isn’t as noticeable as he thinks, “Well, you tease like a two-year-old, so it’s an easy mistake.”

“Oi!” she punches him in the arm lightly, cackling when he yelps. “No badmouthing your sister because you get hot over an older guy!”

“Please kill me,” Yuuri begs to no one in particular.

Of course, Phichit’s reaction to the “news” (Yuuri awkwardly mumbling, “I think I have a crush on a guy at my ice rink.” during one of their nightly Skype calls, feeling like his heart’s about to burst out of his chest) is much different, and almost endearingly Phichit-like.

First, he tells Yuuri that under no circumstances is he to try to date the guy, as if.

“He is much older than you, Yuuri!” he waggles his finger threateningly on his laptop’s screen. “And a guy who hasn’t already asked you out on a date after seeing you in your ice skating glory doesn’t deserve you, anyway. Besides,” he seems especially insistent in this part, “I think you already have some very, very dateable people around you. You don’t need this boy.”

“I’m not going to date him,” Yuuri whispers harshly, checking around to make sure his parents haven’t woken up. No sound from their bedroom. “I was just telling you because it’s been driving me mad. Now that I’ve actually told someone, I can forget him!”

“Oh, no,” Phichit smiles, “You ain’t forgetting Luke Matthews anytime soon, buddy, but well. He’s your type, isn’t he? Gorgeous blond hair, endless blue eyes, smooth pale skin, and that smile, dear lord.”

Yuuri’s eyes widen, “Phichit, how do you know what he looks like?”

“How do you think?” he raises an eyebrow. “I just followed him on Instagram, obviously.”

“Phichit, unfollow him right now or I swear I will cut off your wifi.”

His friend winks, “We’re not in Hogwarts, my dear Yuuri.” He laughs at Yuuri’s dismayed expression of realization, and settles back in his chair, his smile widening. Phichit’s gotten a haircut recently, a nice one that makes his eyes stand out more. “How’s the summer coming along otherwise, cute boy notwithstanding?”

Yuuri bites his lower lip in thought, running his fingers through his hair, “Um. I’m getting more and more into skating, actually. I might be able to do a proper competition jump soon, other than waddling through my Salchow. Yuri’s been hinting at wanting to try my mom’s katsudon, so I’m probably gonna invite him over sometime soon.” He thinks about it, “Might invite Victor, too, while I’m at it.”

“Oh yeah, you do that.” Phichit nods, and then he lets out a small laugh, “Don’t tell him about Luke, though.”

“I wasn’t going to,” Yuuri rolls his eyes, “I’m not that stupid, you know, I’d already figured he might be jealous.”

His friend stares at him, mouth hanging open, “You had? Um, w-when?”

“Like, the first day?” Yuuri sighs. “Victor’s really nitpicky about anyone teaching me figure skating, he gets all petty every time Yuuko helps me with anything. Do you think I’d tell him about an older guy with more experience giving me lessons?”

For some reason, Phichit looks almost like he’s about to laugh again, his eyes twinkling, but he just says, giggling, “Yes, I’m pretty sure Victor would object to an experienced guy giving you private lessons, Yuuri.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, huffing at his friend, “Honestly, you treat me like I’m so dumb. Obviously I’d realized Victor is a protective teacher.”

“Very protective teacher,” Phichit agrees, smirking suspiciously.

…

yuuri katsucky (because you SUCK)

i dont know what u wanted me to do. like. do u want to like. poison the food or smth. i dont care tbh. im going to ur house anyway bc im invincible. so fuck u who cares tbh

nikiforov says hes going too but meh.  whatever

Yuri always writes such nice things.

Knowing that both Yuri and Victor are coming means that Yuuri spends the day before their arrival cleaning every corner of the house, meticulously making sure his parents don’t leave anything...incriminating (like the one teen Witches’ Fave Hottie: Victor Nikiforov! poster he bought because he was curious) around, and peering over their shoulders as they cook and wrinkling his nose if they put their feet on the table.

“Seriously, you’d think you were the adult,” his mother mutters, ruffling his hair while he works on his summer homework. His parents make him see a tutor to keep him updated on muggle school work, in case he doesn’t want to work in the wizarding world. Mom still thinks that the fact that they don’t study biology at Hogwarts is a crime against humanity.

He’s still fretting, fixing his clothes, the moment he hears the doorbell ring.

The first thing that Yuuri thinks when he opens the door, smiling, calling out to his parents, “They’re here!”, and sees the two Slytherins waiting outside for him is that, no matter how much he sometimes feels like Celestino is working him to death, it’s nothing compared to Feltsman.

It’s less noticeable in Yuri, who’s grumbling, wearing respectable clothes for once (although his earrings are tiger claws, of course), because the boy still looks almost eerily like a fairy, lean and skinny in a way that suggests elegant rather than ‘awkward’. But it’s undeniable the second he glances at Victor.

Victor babbled about ‘starting to really train’ for Junior Worlds after he came clean to Yuuri regarding it, delighting him with schedules upon schedules of what he had to do this summer to get up to bar in order to compete internationally. He even confessed that he may not write as many letters, with all the stuff he had to do, apologizing profusely. So Yuuri was expecting him to gain a little muscle and all but, um. They haven’t seen each other in almost two months, and the change is just a little bit striking.

His hair’s longer, almost reaching down to his back now, but he’s got it on the side, tied up in a stylish ponytail. Apart from that, all the differences are the fact that Yuuri’s pretty sure Victor’s grown at least ten centimeters since he last saw him, which finally cements his position as ‘the short friend’, something he’s been able to avoid with Phichit, thankfully. He also just seems more filled out; his shoulders are a bit further apart, his face is slightly skinnier, and he stands with more confidence, balancing his weight like he’s making an entrance.

“Hey, Yuuri,” Victor says, smiling.

He reminds Yuuri, just slightly, of Luke.

“Your voice is deeper,” he blurts out automatically, even though it’s not that big of a change, after taking in the rest. He flushes, embarrassed, and doesn’t meet his eyes, “Oh, sorry, uh, come in, you two, we’re expecting you!”

Yuri rolls his eyes, “Always collected, Huffle.”

Yuuri pokes his nose as he goes by, laughing at his infuriated yelp, “It’s good to see you, Yuri.”

“Don’t steal any paintings,” Victor tells him cheerfully, which makes him glower so bad that Yuuri’s kind of impressed he doesn’t back down. He turns to look at Yuuri again, “How have you been?” Victor bites his lip and fidgets with his hands, glancing at him from between his eyelashes, “I’m really sorry I haven’t been able to write much recently, Yakov’s been running me down.”

“Um,” Yuuri swallows. Were his eyelashes really that long before? “Oh, um, it’s fine. You already told me about it, you know.” He smiles back at him,“It’s really good to see you, Victor. Love the hair.”

His friend flushes, “Y-yes, I thought so, too.”

For a moment, they just kind of stand there, in silence, not really knowing what to say. Yuuri wants to tell him to come in again, wants to ask how Chris and Georgi are doing, wants  to  reach out and touch him, like he always does.

Except… he doesn’t.

“Yuuri?” his mom’s voice, coming from the kitchen, interrupts his train of thought. He startles, turning back. “Don’t leave your friend at the door, it’s rude.”

“Sorry, mom,” he mumbles, chastised. “Oh, so, you have to take your shoes off, see…”

…

Yuri and Victor meeting his parents goes extraordinarily well. Yuuri was slightly worried that Victor would say something accidentally offensive (one can never be sure with purebloods. Phichit, in his search for knowledge, innocently asked Yuuri when they were 11 if muggles took showers, too.), or that Yuri would burn the house down or something (one can never be sure with Yuri Plisetsky), but they come out of it mostly unscathed.

“So, Victor,” his mom sets down her fork and looks at his friend, smiling. “Yuuri has been telling us about you since forever. It would be truly nice to see you figure skate.”

Victor preens, leaning back in his chair before answering, turning on the ‘pureblood charm’. It’s a term that Leo and Yuuri made up after spending so much of their time around old, rich purebloods: however ridiculously awkward they may seem around their friends, regardless of their gross quirks and hand gestures, they turn into something like wizarding debutantes in the presence of any respectable adult, channeling thousands of gala nights into perfect table manners, unbelievable skilled public speaking and just the right amount of compliments.

Yuuri thinks it’s kind of silly, but undeniably useful for some situations. Leo calls it “Phichit trying not to seem Phichit”. Yuri has another name for it: “pretentious pampering”.

“Well, Mrs. Katsuki,” Victor closes his eyes briefly, beaming at her, “I’m sure that Yuuri has exaggerated my abilities. You see, he’s a very biased friend, although I do appreciate it.”

His mom smiles, “Oh, you’re so well-spoken, what a treasure.”

Yuri, who’s said a total of 10 words during the duration of the meal and is currently shoving katsudon into his mouth as quickly as possible, snorts.

After lunch, when they’re helping clean up the kitchen, Yuuri moves next to Victor, murmuring, “You don’t have to do that, you know.”

His friend cocks his head at him, furrowing his brow in confusion, “Do what?”

“Go all ‘look at me, I’m respectable’ on my parents,” Yuuri shrugs. “They don’t care, really. Phichit never goes pureblood mode on them. And, um,” he flushes, scratching the back of his neck, “They’re going to like you anyway, with all the stuff I’ve told them about you. I’m pretty sure my parents are convinced that you and Phichit save me from hordes of bullies every minute I’m in school.”

“I would,” Victor says immediately, as if on reflex, and then freezes, “I mean, we would.” He licks his lips, glancing downwards, “I didn’t mean to um, go ‘pureblood mode’, or whatever.”

“I’m used to it,” he smiles. He steps a little bit closer, mindful that no one hears them, just enough that their feet are almost touching in the narrow kitchen. It’s a little harder to breathe. “But you can be yourself with me, okay?”

Victor’s eyes flutter shut, before he whispers, quiet, “You’re an evil, evil guy, Yuuri Katsuki.”

…

Victor has to leave early (something about the amount of hours he has to sleep while on ‘Yakov’s training regime from hell’), but Yuri’s allowed to stay a little longer. Mari pats him for a while and challenges him to a selfie match of death (the theme is ‘who can balance more things on their nose while taking a selfie at the same time’, and it ends with them breaking five ceramic bowls and Yuri’s shoe on Mari’s face), and after a while both Yuri and Yuuri go upstairs, letting the adults watch a film. Something about a stone, a three-headed dog and a giant chess game. Honestly, Warners Bros are running out of ideas.

“Katsuki,” Yuri begins, flopping down on his bed and narrowing his eyes at him. “If you even think trying to make me play a board game, I’ll murder you.”

From where he’s kneeling down next to his bookshelf, Yuuri quickly lets go of the Monopoly box, “O-of course I wouldn’t do that, haha.”

Yuri huffs, stretching out on the bed like a cat and sighing, “I should have just gone home. You’re a mess, like always.”

“Well;” Yuuri swallows, moving to sit on his desk chair. “What do you want to do, then?”

“Sleep. Wake up and find out moderate maiming is legal and encouraged. Maybe eat pizza.”

“You just had like, three katsudon bowls!”

Yuuri hisses, “I don’t need you and your judging in my life.”

He holds his hands up, admitting defeat, “Okay, okay.” Yuuri giggles, “You’re cute when you’re excited about things, you know.”

The younger boy glares at him, showing his teeth, “I am not cute.”

“Oh yeah?” Yuuri teases, dragging his chair so it’s closer to the bed. “What about when you spent three hours telling me about the cat shelter that had opened up next to your house?”

Yuri’s ears go bright red, “I was not excited, you degenerate, I was merely moderately pleased that the human race has finally accepted cats as superior beings and are providing for their needs cost-free.”

“Or when you made me rewatch Otabek Altin’s catching the snitch ten times in the match against Portugal? With added commentary? And flaschards?”

The Slytherin throws a pillow at him, “It was twenty centimeters away, Katsuki. Learn to appreciate gods on Earth.”

Yuuri just laughs.

…

Hey Victor,

Thanks so much for sending me a book like you mentioned when you came over last week. I just thought that the book we talked about was one on magical creatures (remember? I mentioned I was struggling with the utter hell that is learning that so many stuff I thought didn’t exist is actually real?) and not your copy of Bridget Jones’s Diary.

Still loved it, though.

Yuuri

…

YUURI

OH MY GOD I’M SORRY

IT’S MY SUMMER READ OKAY THE MUGGLE STUDIES TEACHER MADE US READ ONE OF THESE LITTLE SHITS IT’S NOT LIKE I WAS READING IT BECAUSE I LIKED IT OR ANYTHING OKAY

SENDING YOU THE RIGHT BOOK WITH THIS LETTER

FML

VICTOR

…

“Hey,” Luke’s voice so close to him makes him look up, startled. The older skater is standing next to him, smiling cheerfully. He adjusts his beanie before patting him on the shoulder, “So, you’re leaving, are you, big boy?”

Yuuri flushes, not meeting his eyes. It’s his last figure skating lesson before he goes to Hogwarts for the school year, and he won’t be coming back until the summer. “Yeah, boarding school.”

“Ah, boarding school,” Luke muses. He bites his lower lip, glancing around them for a few seconds. He seems nervous. “Um, before you left, I wanted to ask you something.”

Yuuri nods, itching to get on the ice and start practicing, “Sure.”

Luke blurts out, “I was kind of hoping I could get your sister’s number.”

Yuuri freezes.

Oh.

Oh.

So that’s why he was so friendly, he realizes, with an almost disturbing calmness. Luke’s waiting for an answer, cheeks red, scratching the back of his neck. He looks just as embarrassed as Yuuri feels by this conversation, although for very different reasons. Luke probably didn’t even guess that Yuuri sorta has a crush on him. He swallows, “You like my sister?”

“...yeah,” Luke mumbles, staring at his feet. “I know it’s super weird, to go around asking her little brother, but I didn’t realize you wouldn’t be coming anymore, and I hadn’t gotten up the courage to ask her, so I was just hoping - I’m sorry, this is terrible.”

Despite himself, Yuuri lets out a short giggle, “Yeah, a little.” He takes a deep breath, ignoring the slight pang in his chest. “But I’ll give you her number anyway.”

Luke beams at him, throwing an arm around his shoulders and rubbing their cheeks together in excitement, “That’s my boy!”

It still makes Yuuri feel slightly lightheaded, having him so close, touching. And yet, there’s many things Yuuri can deal with, but crushing on a guy who would like to date his sister is not one of them. He’s ordering Phichit to unfollow him on all social media and erasing him from his memory.

“Yep,” he mutters. “That’s me.”

He reconsiders. Phichit would probably get angry on Yuuri’s behalf, even if it was more of a hero-worship crush than anything else, and make a big deal out of it. He’ll tell Victor, instead, he decides. Just omit the part where he’s a skater and everything will be fine.

…

“Mom,” Victor says, in a very quiet, very controlled voice. She looks up from the book she’s reading, blinking. Her son is holding a letter, one of those that come with puppies stickers on the front and Yuuri Katsuki’s signature on the bottom. “Have you ever wanted to murder someone?”

fin