#his arms are too short sorry yuuri

[gigantetian]

Yuuri was. Yuuri was someone that can be considered as the King of Demons - - - for single place he also belonged to, who wasn't the Japan he came from. He was associated with Lelouch, who had an associated metaphorical association who exploded recently coming from an certain event with demons! " Yuuri is, inside the kingdom he rule." Teito nuanced instead in which gaze admired the rain and features of the giant. He have personally higher powers himself but keep that quiet for the moment. It wasn't like he would end up using that though he might sensing he have been highly trained concerning his powers. Lelouch turned him into an deadly weapon. One reality he avoided to think too much. As he sensed thoughtfulness he pondered about what he might think of his students. " Yuuri is still young and still need to learn and experience is something that must be expanded often." Speaking himself by experience. He laughed at the reassurance. " Having an caring tutor are their side can only been reassuring!" He wasn't surprised about the aid and coming from what he confessed he would want to help too. " There is still time before complete disparreance. Mh I don't want to be on their way. They need their time together and private. I can't tell if other people might show up but maybe someone from royalty will check this place eventually. Sorry for inconvenience you find yourself with. "

"Stop apologizing for this."

in truth, it has become to get annoying now. First yuri, then wolfram, then this young boy. why does everyone apologize for something that seems to be out of their control.

"Unless you are the ones controlling where his portals lead him ,there is nothing for you to apologize for."

Dagruel arms are cross, and then his attention moves away from the other. deeming them not a threat for now as he controls the storm into the dryer areas of the country. His arms briefly vibrating -

"Wether they can truly make a difference or not, its not worth others apologizing over. You should enjoy your time with them instead. Mortals....despite everything live short lives. I don't know how strong Yuri is, but the king seems to be aging rather normally. Humans live short lives. And you seem to be not."

What Dagruel is saying is that go to them. Be with your students.

[intheticklecloset]

Victor's Gift (Yuri on Ice)

Summary: For their anniversary, Yuuri gifts Victor with a brand-new pair of leather boots, and while putting them on, he can't help but be a little mischievous.

A/N: This was such a cute idea! I really had to resist the urge to make a "custom baby seal leather boots" reference here in the title and actual fic, but I feel obliged to put it somewhere, so the Author's Note it is! It's a little short, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Word Count: 766

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“Yuuri, can I open my eyes now?” Victor whined, keeping his hands pressed over his face as he’d been directed, shifting impatiently. “I want to know what you got me.”

“Hold your horses,” Yuuri replied, unable to help the grin taking over his features. “I couldn’t really wrap it, so this is just how we’re going to have to do it.” The younger skater brandished his gift to Victor as best he could. “All right – happy anniversary!”

Excitedly, Victor pulled his hands away and opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the beautiful, fancy black leather boots Yuuri had in his hands. His eyes widened. “Yuuri!”

“Do you like them?” Yuuri asked, a small part of him still uncertain.

Victor leapt out of his seat, throwing his arms around his partner. “I love them! I love you! Thank you!”

Yuuri laughed and pushed him away gently. “Sit down. I want to see them on you.” Victor reached for the boots, but Yuuri pulled them out of his reach. “Just sit. Allow me.”

Victor paused, surprised, then smiled and did as he was asked, sitting back down and watching with rapt interest as his lover carefully placed the boots off to the side and knelt down to untie the laces of the sneakers he was already wearing. Yuuri was being so deliberate, so careful, that Victor couldn’t help but blush a little. It felt intimate somehow, having his partner swap shoes for him.

But that thought flew right out of his head when Yuuri flashed a smirk up at him and grabbed his ankle, scribbling his fingers all along the socked sole.

“AIEE!!” Victor screeched, caught so off-guard that he tumbled out of his chair onto the floor in his attempts to pull his foot out of Yuuri’s tickly grasp. Giggles were escaping him without his permission, making him blush even more. He did his best to sit up, but with another smirk, Yuuri pulled off his sock and scratched a fingernail in the space between his first two toes, and Victor fell back on the floor, laughter bubbling out of him unbidden. “YUURIEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!! NOHOHOHOHO!!”

“Sorry, Victor,” Yuuri replied with a giggle of his own, sounding not at all apologetic. “I couldn’t resist. You’re just too cute when you’re tickled.”

“L-LEHEHEHEHEAVE MY TOHOHOHOHOES ALOHOHOHOHONE!!” Victor pleaded hysterically in that adorable way only he could manage. “YUURI!!”

Yuuri obliged, going back to scribbling all along his bare foot, then darting his tickling hand up to the Russian’s knee and squeezing hard. Victor arched his back with a squeal, trying to roll over and get away with no success. Finally the dark-haired skater quickly moved upward, straddling Victor’s waist and scribbling lightly over his belly under his shirt.

Victor giggled uncontrollably, squirming, his face bright pink from exertion. He weakly grasped Yuuri’s wrists. “Plehehehehease, have mehehehehercy, Yuuriehehehehe…”

With one more poke to his partner’s belly button, Yuuri finally relented, smiling down at Victor lovingly. “Seriously. You are adorable when you’re tickled.”

“No fair,” Victor pouted, but his eyes were smiling. “You know I��m really ticklish. Why did you do that, anyway?”

“Because I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. I mean, your feet were just…right there.”

“You insisted on putting the boots on yourself!”

“Like I said, I couldn’t pass it up.”

Victor grabbed the collar of Yuuri’s shirt and pulled him down harshly, wrapping his other arm around his back to hold him steady while he pressed their lips together in a deep, surprisingly passionate kiss. By the time he was allowed to pull away and breathe, Yuuri felt a little light-headed.

“And I can’t pass up an opportunity to kiss you silly,” Victor murmured, his hands sliding down to Yuuri’s waist and squeezing. “And get my revenge, of course!”

“EEEK!! Nahahahahaha Victor!” Yuuri squealed, arching his back and grabbing Victor’s wrists, only to be flipped over onto his back and straddled himself, now just as helpless as his partner had been moments before – and just as ticklish. “Ehehehehehehehe, plehehehehehease! I’m sohohohohohorry!”

“No you’re not,” Victor laughed, squeezing up and down his sides rapidly, expertly dodging Yuuri’s attempts to push him away. Then he leaned down to nuzzle his face into the crook of Yuuri’s neck and start kissing him again.

“N-Nohohohohohohoho! Ehehehehehehehe Victor not thehehehehehehere!” Yuuri giggled, squirming and kicking but going nowhere fast. “Stahahahahahahap! Whahahahahat about your prehehehehehehesent?!”

Victor hummed into his neck, the vibrations even more tickly than the kisses, and Yuuri squealed. “This is my present~” The Russian murmured, never ceasing his gentle, ticklish assault. “Your laughter is the greatest gift in the world, Yuuri.”

[rikichie]

Happy Pride Month! ♥♥♥♥♥♥

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Have an art and a short ficlet!

“Vitya,” Yuuri says, painting a blue stripe under the pink and the purple on his cheek, “you were out for a while. How come you never went to Pride?” “I didn’t feel like being surrounded by strangers,” Viktor answers. He’s packing a few water bottles into a bag. Near it there’s a sign that reads ‘Fighting for life and love.’ “Chris and I used to talk about going together but we never visited each other at the right time, so— Oh, Yuuri, don’t use that glitter, it’s not eco-friendly. I have new packages.” Yuuri blinks and closes the little container. “Sorry. Do you have anything holographic? And subtle?” “Subtle? In my house?” Viktor jokes, leaving the packing and joining him to rummage in his makeup bag. “There.” “Can you help me? A few specks over the flag I painted, nothing too obvious.” Smiling, Viktor picks up a brush. Through what looks like magic, the flag on Yuuri’s cheek sparkles. Yuuri turns his face in front of the mirror, watching the light shift. Behind him, Viktor smiles. The look in his eyes is so tender Yuuri has to look away. “What do you think?” Yuuri asks. “I like it. I think… Oh, just a moment.” Viktor goes takes his lipstick and applies a fresh layer. He wraps an arm around Yuuri’s shoulder and kisses his cheek right above a corner of the flag. His smile is pleased when he pulls away and sees the lipstick mark on Yuuri’s face. “There. Perfect.” Yuuri laughs, admiring Viktor’s addition. In the reflection next to him, Viktor looks incredible. Rainbow eyeshadow, his chest bare with a chain across it, connecting his ridiculous sleeves. Yuuri has a glittering patch of paint on his cheek and it still looks milder. “We’ll be there together,” Yuuri says. “The whole time.” “Yes,” Viktor smiles, watching him carefully, “Everyone is going to see us.” Yuuri looks at himself, his identity and his relationship displayed on his face for the first time. “Give me the lipstick. They should see you’re mine too.” Viktor beams.

[heavensturtle]

Day 24: Swim

A short fic for day twenty-four of the YOI 20+ Club’s Daily Art Challenge.

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Note: Yeah. I don’t know where this came from, either.

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This is how Victor will tell it later, when they’re drunk on wine and too many dances spent spinning in each other’s arms, and someone (he’ll never remember who) asks how he knew.

“He fell into my arms,” Victor will say, looking adoringly at his husband, who will at that moment be nuzzling tiredly into Victor’s neck.

He’ll be talking about the banquet, of course, when a half-dressed Yuuri had flung himself into Victor’s arms and implored Victor to be his coach, and Victor felt something suspiciously like hope unfurl in his chest.

But he’ll also be talking about that day in Hasetsu’s ocean, in late July, when he realized that he was never letting Yuuri go.

- - -

“Yuuri, come on!” Victor laughed, splashing through the shallow water after Makkachin, who was currently paddling too far out in pursuit of a stick Victor had thrown, “Help me out here!”

Yuuri, who had been distracted with putting on sunscreen, finally looked up, took in the scene, and stood up from his towel.

“Can’t you grab his collar?” Yuuri called as he ran to catch up with Victor and Makkachin.

Makkachin, hearing Yuuri’s voice, turned and apparently decided that chasing Yuuri took precedence over the stick. But the water was rough that day, and Makka had already swum out far enough that his paws didn’t touch the bottom. He paddled furiously, but Victor could tell he was being swept sideways rather than in to shore.

“Makka! Here, boy!” he called, uselessly.

Makkachin was starting to get frantic, splashing wildly.

“Makka!”

From the corner of his eye Victor could see a dark shape rush forward, then dive headlong into the waves. Yuuri was going after Makkachin.

Victor tried calling out to Yuuri, but both Yuuri and Makka were too far away and he knew that there was no way they could hear him over the sound of the surf.

All Victor could do was run towards them, the fear settling in his gut making his limbs heavy and his steps clumsy.

He needn’t have worried. When Yuuri finally reached the distraught dog, he simply grabbed Makka under his front legs and pulled the dog up short, planting his own feet firmly in the sand.

“Got him!” Yuuri yelled to Victor, who was still racing after them.

“Yuuri!” Victor yelled back, flinging his arms wide, heart hammering in his chest.

Yuuri laughed, then, a huge smile lighting up his face as he waddled with Makkachin towards the shallow water where Victor stood. When he was finally free of the cross current, he let Makkachin go. Makka wasted no time paddling the rest of the way back to the beach.

Just as Yuuri turned to greet Victor, a wave crashed into him with force, knocking him off his feet and sending him careening forward, straight into Victor’s embrace.

The wave shot stinging spray into Victor’s eyes and up his nose, but none of that registered compared with the gift it had just deposited into his arms. He wrapped himself tightly around Yuuri as they stumbled, then fell back into the water.

“Oh! Victor! I’m so sorry!” Yuuri exclaimed as he struggled to sit up, pulling Victor with him. Then Yuuri was sitting astride Victor’s lap, hands on Victor’s shoulders, hair plastered against his forehead and eyebrows furrowed with worry, and -

Victor just knew.

He’d always thought it would be scary. Something too big and formidable to understand or contend with. He had thought it would hurt. But this, this was simple. Calm, like the moment just before sleep. Inevitable, inexorable, and yet so, so welcome.

He reached up and pushed the hair out of Yuuri’s eyes.  

“Please, crash into me any time you want,” he smiled, feeling both small and somehow so expansive that he thought he could hold up the entire world, “I look forward to it.”

“Don’t tease me,” Yuuri groaned, leaning down and hiding his face in Victor’s shoulder. The waves rocked them back, then forward again, the sand dragging out from beneath Victor as the ocean pulled everything further from shore.

“I’m not teasing,” Victor said, running his hands up and down Yuuri’s back in a comforting motion. “Anyway,” he bumped his head against Yuuri’s, “Thank you for saving our dog.”

“Our dog?” Yuuri’s voice was muffled by Victor’s shoulder.

“Mm,” Victor affirmed, “You saved his life, so I think he belongs to us equally now.”

“Victor,” Yuuri said quietly, gripping Victor’s shoulders a little tighter.

Victor wanted to give Yuuri more than this, but he thought this was a good place to start. Besides, there was time for the rest. He wasn’t going anywhere.

As he sat there in the shallow water, feet dug into the sand and arms around his Yuuri, he realized that for the first time in his life that unbearable urgency that had driven him endlessly forward was gone, replaced by just this, the feeling of Yuuri breathing beneath his hands.

He didn’t miss it.

[aarcanechaoss]

Grown Up

Sakusa and Tatsu: smut // Tatsu wasn’t feeling like herself and Sakusa taking care of her might be just what she needed

Tatsu didn’t feel like an adult. She still very much felt like she was that eighteen year old at Karasuno keeping an eye on her sixteen year old brother. Now she’s twenty-four while he’s twenty-two.

Some days she forgot that in some regards she was a famous figure skater- next to Yuuri Katsuki in Japan at least.

Some days she wanted to lay in bed and never get up.

Some days she’d cry and shake and no one would be around to see it or hear about it. The only people who did know was her family.

She hated being a grown up it was tiring and straining mentally, emotionally and physically.

It was a fairly standard day she’d promised to hang out with Hinata at the MSBY dorms but she didn’t want to get up. Her eyes and chest felt heavy and the realisation that she needed to get up had her in tears. With a sigh she had gotten up and dressed just jeans and a t shirt and was now in front of their dorm. She knocked. For a moment she caught her reflection and grimaced... maybe she should have put on makeup today.

“Tatsu!” Hinata called throwing open the door. She jumped. “Sorry for startling you come in.”

“You have so much energy Shoyo Hinata.” She yawned.

“Ah yes I get told that a lot.” He said with a blush.

“Oh hey Tatsu.” Adriah smiles.

“Morning Adriah how are you?”

“I’m good. You? You seem tired got a comp coming up?”

“Uh yeah.” She lied. “Just over practiced yesterday.”

“If you were tired you didn’t have to come.” Hinata pouted. “Kenma is busy today and I knew you had the day off I should have let you have a break.”

“No Sho it’s fine.” She laughed. “I practice hard all the time plus I wanna hang with my favourite short person.”

“Hey! Just because you Kageyama’s are tall-“

“TATSU!” Bokuto yelled lifting the woman and spinning her around. She laughed and hugged him back.

“Hey Kotaro.”

“Tatsu.” Sakusa greeted as he spotted her. He was dressed in sweats and a long sleeved shirt. On a normal day her eyes would probably cling to their attractive forms her confidence feeling faded today. She smiled.

“Hi Omi.” She said softly. His eyes were expressive with her, she could see the worry in his eyes. “So Sho what’s on the agenda?”

“Movie?”

“Horror?”

“Of course.”

“Why couldn’t you have been my brother?” She sighs. Tobio preferred comedies much to the surprise of many and maybe a stray romance or sci-fi film.

“Conjuring okay?” Hinata asked. “It’s got subtitles and I actually haven’t seen it yet.”

“Sounds good to me.” Tatsu said. Sakusa and Bokuto agreed as they decided to join the usually hyper duo.

Her joking was weaker than usual. Even Bokuto noticed. She liked to make fun of movies even if it was a favourite movie- Sakusa was sat beside her watching the way her fingers twitched and jaw tightened whenever the screen got dark. Something was up. She took in a shaky breath as the second film finished.

“Just gonna go to the bathroom. Omi is it alright if I use yours?”

“It’s fine.”

“Don’t wait up for me.” She said before disappearing down the hall to the germaphobes private bathroom.

Ten minutes passed and she hadn’t returned.

Ten turned to fifteen.

Fifteen turned to twenty.

“Should we check on her?” Hinata asked. Bokuto nodded.

“I’ll go. You keep watching movies if she’s not well I’ll... take her home or something.” He said with a shiver just thinking about her potentially being sick. His brows furrowed she didn’t look sick, tired but not unwell... maybe even a little sad.

He knocked on the door his ear close to the wood. Shaky breaths could be heard.

“Tatsu.”

“Sorry Sakusa um... cramps?”

“Nice try but Atsumu was complaining ltwo weeks ago about you having your period.” He sighed. “Open the door.”

“It’s not locked.” He heard. He opened the door slowly to see the normally confident woman sitting on the floor with her knees to her chest. He crouched.

“Let’s go to my room sitting on the cold floor could get you sick.” He said helping her up.

Guiding her to his room he made sure to lock the door behind him so Bokuto and Hinata wouldn’t barge in. He sends them a quick text he says she’s feeling sleepy and will be having a nap in his room and to not disturb her.

“I told them you wanted to take a nap.”

“Cool.”

“Alright what’s going on?” He asked awkwardly.

“Do you like me?”

“What?”

“I mean as a person not as in a crush way.”

“Yes I like you. I wouldn’t have let you you know if I didn’t like or trust you.”

“Why though? Some days I look in the mirror and see that psycho eighteen year old who hadn’t a problem getting into a fight. Sometimes I see someone worth nothing and sometimes I see someone who is just okay. I’m a confident person every knows that... but some days I’m not.”

“And today is one of those days?” She nods. Slowly he places his arms around her pulling her into a hug. They were just standing there quietly. “Do you want me to do anything?”

“I don’t know. A distraction sounds good.”

“What kind of distraction do you have in mind?” He looked down slightly while she looked up. “You are vulnerable now I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“Your voice got so soft Kiyoomi.” She said tugging at his mask. “It doesn’t have to go far if you... don’t think.”

“I’ll go as far as you are comfortable to.”

His mask was pulled away.

“I promised you a kiss next time right?”

“Ta-“ her mouth pressed against his. His hands found purchase on her waist while hers were on his. She pressed him to the wall.

Her lips were soft and plump, he swallowed back the urge to nip at them. His fingers teased the skin where her shirt had moved making goosebumps appear. Nimble fingers rested in his curly hair tugging him closer to her lips. He pulled away watching as she tried to chase his lips.

“Tatsu.” He said firmly. She pouted her bottom lip jutting out. “I’m not going to take advantage of you.”

“You won’t be it’s consented.”

“You’re upset.”

“No I’m not.”

“Are you sure?” She huffed peeling herself from his body and walking towards his bed. “Answer me.”

“I’m not upset.” She says again. “I just... Omi why is it so hard to find someone to love?”

Sakusa blinked.

“Am I just that quick fuck? Why can’t I let myself settle down? I don’t get it. I’m not upset just lonely.”

He stood their quietly with his brows furrowed. She wasn’t looking at him but she knew he didn’t know what to say. With a sigh she began to remove her jeans making blood flush both to his cheeks and down below.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking a nap.”

“Without pants?” He asked with a raised brow.

“Would you nap in jeans?” She said with a scoff before skilfully removing her bra without taking off her shirt too. Crawling into his bed his eyes were drawn to her bare thighs creamy and toned from years on the ice. His eye twitched as he felt himself grow hard.

“Christ woman.” He muttered forcing Tatsu onto her back. His lips found hers again as he settled between her thighs his hips connecting to hers albeit blocked by sweats and underwear. Her legs wrapped around his waist holding him close to her. One of his hands trailed her body thumbs teasing the smooth skin of her thighs. She moaned agaisnt his lips tongue teasing agaisnt the seam.

Their teeth clashed, tongues battled. She forced him to flip over so she was above him.

Without breaking the kiss his back was agaisnt the wall and she was in his lap. Her chest pressed against his, he could feel the soft swells. He could feel her heat grinding agaisnt him.

They pulled apart for a moment before their lips connected again messily. Her hips bucked agaisnt his the seam of his sweats creating a friction in just the right spot. She moaned into his mouth while he kneeded the flesh of her ass.

“Can I?” She asks, her fingers dipping beneath the band of his sweatpants.

“Are you sure?” He asked. Honestly he didn’t want to cum in his pants the thought of that made him feel gross but she needed affection and love maybe he shouldn’t maybe- on her lips found purchase against a sensitive spot on his neck making him buck up into her heat another moan leaving her throat. “That’s cheating.” He puffed.

“How so?”

“I’m trying to make sure you are okay and here you are turning me on.”

“Well that’s my intention.”

“Tatsu-“

“Don’t use that tone on me.”

“Tatsu.” He says again. “I’ll have sex with you but after we are showering and cuddling is that understood?”

“Yes.” He sighed allowing her to continue her ministrations. Her hands roughly pulled at his sweats and boxers pulling them down to his thighs and allowing for his dick to be free. She moved back up her hand pumping his length slowly.

“What are you- Ugh.”

“I don’t wanna get undressed just to get dressed and undressed again.” She shrugs pulling her underwear to the side before sliding him into her wet heat. His hands squeezed her ass.

She paused.

“I have a better idea.” She says.

“It’s better be good my dick is already in you.” He mutters. She leans forward, chest pressing agaisnt his.

“Why don’t you fuck me in the shower? Gets two things out of the way. I get your dick and we get clean.” Her breath fluttered against the shell of his ear making him shiver.

“Fucking hell you grade A tease.”

“I try.”

It didn’t take them long to race to his bathroom a spare change of clothes in hand. Did the others watch them as they did so, maybe, will they say anything, might depend on how loud they’ll be.

The water was warm against their skin. Sakusa pressed himself towards Tatsu. He took in her form and they way she felt on his skin. He dipped down his lips connecting to hers as he pressed her to the wall.

“Taking control that’s new.” She giggled reminiscing the last time they were together.

“Honestly right now Tatsu shut up and let me make you feel better.” He growled lifting her leg to hook around his hip. He shifted allowing himself to enter her again and let out a sigh as he rutted into her. She hummed a moan against his neck leaving a flurry of kisses in her wake.

She bit down onto the juncture of his neck that would make him moan loudly. She smirked.

“How are you going to do that when the first time we fucked you subbed so sweetly for me.” She whispered in his ear as he rocked against her. He growled hands gripping her thigh and hip. The hand on her thigh moved upwards his thumb rubbing against her clit. She jumped at the sudden pressure. He smirked down at her.

“As much as I would rather be beneath you and let you have your way. You need to understand something.” He grunted hips grinding against hers.

“What’s that Omi?”

“You aren’t just a quick fuck to us.. I can’t speak for the ones I don’t know but I, Bokuto, Atsumu, Iwaizumi and Oikawa don’t think that.” He gagged a bit. “I can’t believe I said other peoples names while I’m fucking you.”

“Uh it’s sweet I guess.” She whimpered at the lack of movement. “Move Omi.”

“Anyway.” He thrusted again. “We always come back right. We trust you. We care for you. Just because you don’t think you are worth it doesn’t me the rest of us think you aren’t either. If you are lonely- hng- come to one of us. Bokuto would give you cuddles for hours. Atsumu would probably force feed you Onigiri and I- gah.”

Sakusa bit his lip while trying to slow down his gradually speeding thrusts, his thumb still resting on Tatsu’s clit. He could feel her thighs shake. The hand on her hip moved to her breasts and grabbed at the flesh hurrying her orgasm.

“And you what?” She moaned.

“I’ll be here whenever you need me.”

His lips connected to hers. It was gentle and contrasted greatly to his now quick thrusts and harsh gropes. Her arms dropped down, nails pressing into his back as she came. It was powerful, maybe her best one yet out of the MSBY players. She kissed back but fell slack in his arms as the water continued to fall over their skin, cooling as it did so. He came inside her after one last harsh thrust their teeth bumping slightly as he did.

They panted, Kiyoomi quickly and thoroughly cleaned them off and dragged her out of the shower. Drying himself off he watched as she slowly followed in suit before taking over and not only drying her off but helping her in pulling on her underwear and throwing on one of his large shirts. After getting dressed himself he lifted her up, legs wrapped around his waist as he walked them back to his room~ very much aware of the stares from both Hinata and Bokuto and the newer confused stares of Atsumu and others on the team.

She slept cuddled close into Kiyoomi’s chest with legs tangled in his own. He smiled and gave her hair gentle strokes as he stared at the ceiling.

He’d do anything for Tatsu. He wasn’t alone in this feeling. Her personality was so varied from her brother it was almost like being caught up in a spell and she was so headstrong she hardly told people how she was feeling unless she was angry.

It was decided. He’d talk to everyone else and they’d do something for her- a present? All make it to a competition? Steal Kenma’s money and buy all her favourite food?

He sighed. For now she just needed reassurance.

[peculiarmindset]

I hc that Viktor has these little hiccup-burps that slip out midsentence and whoever he’s talking to waits for him to excuse himself and he just never does

…hi.Lol. 🤗 But seriously, how is everyone? Well…I’ve been gone for quite some time, huh? I literally have had so much irl stuff going on these past years (especially the recent years- 2020, anyone?) that I just didn’t have time or efforts to post anything. That and I forgot about this tumblr at times, oops 🤭I’m currently doing well and yes, I still have these weird kinks (I’ve accepted the fact that I will always have a fart/poop/burp fetish and even though I haven’t been writing, I always find myself reading some good stuff every once in a while). I recently remembered this tumblr and I slowly started wanting to write something again. Don’t get your hopes up- I’ve always been a sporadic writer who only writes when I want to. Thankfully, I have the itch to write right now.I won’t post everyday, but I’ll try not to disappear for years again. 😅 I may disappear for months, but I’ll try not years…😏 Also, heads up but I’m more in a Harry Potter mood right now so the upcoming things I’ll post with involve the HP fandom mostly- sorry for my anime fans, but this is what I want to write right now and you can always replace the characters with the anime you like in your mind and think at it as an wizardly AU 😉.Anyway, I actually wrote the below story years ago and just forgot to post it- so please enjoy~"Hey Victor!" Phichit lifted his hand in greeting as he made his way towards the skating idol.The Thai skater was currently in Russia for a skating competition. So of course, he made sure to pay a short visit (okay, so maybe he more like clung on and never let go) to his best friend, Katsuki Yuuri (who was now being coached in Russia by said skating idol/best friend stealer).In all seriousness though, Phichit had no problems at all with Victor Nikiforov. Even though he barely knew the guy (other than what was based on the idol's social media, his best friend Yuuri's obsession with skating coach/competitor/fiance and his own few handfuls of personal interactions) he could pretty much say that the silver-haired Russian was perfect.A little TOO perfect.Perfect enough that it made Phichit want to know if there were other sides to The Perfect Victor Nikiforov.So while Phichit was on break, (Yakov generously gave Celestino permission to share the rink- although it could have definitely have been because of Yuuri and that his smol son was 110% the Russian coach's favorite student) and said traitor of a best friend had abandoned him to go hang it with Russian Yuri (Phichit's not hurt by this at all, nope) the Thai skater decide that this was the best time to get to know Victor better.You know, for friendly purposes. Not to reveal any dirty, dark secrets of the older skater that he could possibly use against him as blackmail if the idol ever chose to break Yuuri's heart or anything.Of course not.So when he called for the other's attention, Victor put down his the water bottle he had been drinking and looked towards the approaching Thai. "Ah, yes-up!" The silver-haired man smiled, letting out a tiny hiccup at the end of his sentence.Phichit grinned as he skidded to a stop in front of the other skater. Even hiccuping, the other was cute."Ah, it's nothing..." Phichit started, stretching out his arms behind his back. "It's just that I realized that even though you're engaged to my best friend and all, I never really had the chance to get to speak to you one on one. You know like fiance to best friend/mama bear." Phichit told him with a smile that silently spoke a thousand years.Victor froze and looked at Phichit with cautious new eyes.The Thai skater continued to smile as he spoke. "So just to be sure that we're on the same page...I just wanted to know- how do you really feel about MY Yuuri?" Phichit's normally bright voice took on a serious tone after that as he narrowed his eyes at the other, "Because if you're just playing around with him than I swear I'll-"With no hesituation, Victor blurted out, "I l-urrrp! love him!" Phichit blinked as the 'love confession' was interrupted by an unexpected short but loud burp by the other.But instead of excusing himself like Phichit expected the idol to do, Victor pushed on."Yuu-urrrp! is an ange-ullp! beyond any comparrrrp!ison on this world! Beforrrpp! him, I-ulllp! ullp! was lost and was won-ullp! UrrRRPP! wondering if I should-ullp! continue skat-urrrp!ing or-ullp! not!"Phichit just watched the other in gross astonishment as the older skater sang Yuuri's praises to him with pauses of weird hiccuppy-burps along the way. The Thai could barely understand the words coming out of the other's mouth by the way.Phichit had to bite his tongue at one point to keep himself from laughing when Victor injected his love a little TOO hard and ended up forcing out a huge belch in the process.He wondered if the skating idol knew how...well, disgusting he was being- if Phichit were being completely honest.He thought that maybe the idol was unaware of the bouts of gas or if he just didn't care.Phichit decided to go with the latter when everyone in the rink just ignored the other's obvious hiccup-burps (and they were way too loud to not be noticed by everyone around).Actually, Phichit did notice Yuuri sending his fiancé a fond exasperated look as he shook his head while Russian Yuri at his side just swore loudly at Victor before rolling his eyes and continuing his chat with Phichit's best friend (really, Phichit decided right then and there that he was gonna have a chat with the blonde next- just to make sure that they were all on the same page on who Katsuki Yuuri's BFF truly was.)"Victor." Phichit finally cut into the other's tirade."Yes-ullp?" Victor had been hiccuping more in the last few minutes.Making sure to keep a straight face, Phichit held out his hand."Okay." He said finally."Okay...?" Victor repeated unsurely, for once no hiccups or burps coming out."I give you my blessing to marry my...our Yuuri." Phichit told him solemnly. The Thai then couldn't help but let out a small chuckle when the other whooped in happiness and furiously pulled him into a huge hug."Oh thank you-uuurrRRRRPPPPPP!" Victor yelled, with a particularly wet belch following at the end.That was it.Phichit burst out laughing at the GINORMOUS burp that came out of the other's mouth. It was really the loudest and wettest one yet.Clueless as to what set the Thai skater off, Victor asked him what was so funny. But Phichit just grinned, waving him off as Yakov yelled at Victor to stop slacking off, finally made aware that the silver-haired skater hadn't been doing his practice laps like he was supposed to.Phichit watched as Victor skated away and shook his head.Well. He felt like he truly got to know a whole different side to Victor Nikiforov all right. But, oh well- he'll just keep the other's cute and kinda gross side to himself and not make a post about it on his social media accounts.For now anyway.With a light feeling in his skates, Phichit whistled as he made his way towards the two Yuri's for yet another 'friendly' confrontation.

[fifteenleads]

A YOI x Chrono Trigger AU fic from Ye Olde 2018-ish Era. Go figure.

I can’t even remember what the hell I titled this before. Welp.

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Chapter One: “That’s a Nice Band-Aid, Darling.”

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They say that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and that a hero's adventure begins with a cliché-ass wake-up call - something like, "Good morning, Crono!," perhaps. How that even made it on to TV Tropes, Yuuri would never understand. But it is on TV Tropes, and he is in bed reading it.

He's glad his mother doesn't wake him up that way, at least. But then again, he's always up before five a.m. anyway. Sadly, the daily deliveries won't take care of themselves.

Yuuri glances at the time on his tablet. 4:59. Someone will come knocking in three, two, one --

"Yuuri! Get up!" Mari's voice is accompanied by three sharp raps on the door. "Go with dad to the plaza and help him set up!"

This is the part where the hero typically groans at being woken up before grudgingly getting themselves out of bed, but Yuuri Katsuki does not groan. He shouts back that he'll be down in a minute while looking for that darned sock that has gone missing now, of all times. Phichit would surely laugh hard at seeing his best friend hopping frantically on one foot while wearing a poodle-patterned sock. It'll probably go viral on Instagram, too, but that's pretty much a given already. Someone has to part the boy from his gadgets long-term after the Millenial Fair is over.

The minute is up, so Yuuri gives up and gets another sock from the drawer. It is patterned with the face of a silver-haired man surrounded by snowflakes. He has no idea how that found its way into his pile of clothing, but for now, mismatched socks are better than being late.

Yuuri makes his way downstairs and greets his mother, who is busy in the kitchen. Hiroko sends him off with an allowance of fifty kin and packed lunch for him and his father. He ignores Mari's snickering as she musses his hair while glancing at his feet.

The ride to the plaza is pretty short. It is already bustling with people even at such an early hour, all the sellers trying to outdo each other in showing off their wares. Yuuri chuckles as his father joins in the fray, calling out to everyone about the best katsudon in town. Everyone is excited for Hasetsu Kingdom's first Millenial Fair, and with it, the hopes for a thousand years more of peace and prosperity to come.

Toshiya leads the way to their assigned spot, a quaint little corner by the northern area of the square. The tent had already been set up the day before, so all that's left to do is to arrange the food and drinks before the first customers come in. Yuuri passively observes the hustle and bustle around them. Much energy is palpable in the air, and the excited hubbub only grows louder as the sun rises. Some stalls have weapons and armor, others exotic trinkets and accessories. He even spots a merchant selling animals. Phichit would probably want to pick up a new hamster on the way home later.

His eyes wander to the secluded area beyond the main square. Yuuri hoped Phichit's solo exhibit would be a success this time, too. His friend loved tinkering with machines since he was little, and it brought him and his family great fortune as he won scientific contests left and right. His magnum opus, a two-machine teleporter, had impressed the university professors and the panel of judges alike, earning him the highest thesis grade and the first prize for the National Physics Summit.

Yuuri's hand stills when his father calls his name. He had been adding portions of garnish to the newly-cut fried pork cutlets. He instinctively opens his mouth to apologize, but Toshiya immediately pats his back and pushes a one hundred-kin note into his hand. "I'll take care of the stall. You go have fun." He winks at his son mischievously, and Yuuri pushes down the growing blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"Th-Thanks, dad," he mumbles, bowing slightly before making his way to the northernmost part of the square. Phichit would probably be busy right now, but he would never refuse breakfast and morning coffee. It had been their time-honored tradition as college roommates, after all.

Yuuri stops by a mobile café and orders two tall hazelnut lattés and a baguette loaf. He is turning to leave with breakfast in hand when he bumps into the next person in line, spilling hot coffee over his white shirt. The other person, too, recoils in pain, reflexively putting a slender finger into his mouth to nurse it.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so, so sorry!" Yuuri exclaims, setting aside the food and drink and beginning to fuss over the man. He searches his bag for the small bottle of salve he always brings with him, and proceeds to apply a small amount over the man's injured finger, covering it with a band-aid afterwards.

The other man chuckles as he lets Yuuri take care of him. "It's quite all right," he assures airily, waving the bandaged hand with a smile. "I was also too close to you in line, as well." His blue eyes crinkle beautifully as he smiles, and Yuuri fights yet another blush from coloring his face. "I love this band-aid, though!" the man comments. "Where did you get it?"

"F-From the kids' section of the pharmacy," Yuuri admits, embarrassed. He just had to use that one by mistake instead of the flesh-tones ones, did he? Why now, of all times? "The poodle-patterned ones were part of a limited edition series."

"Nice!" the man exclaims in delight, scrutinizing the design closely. "Thank you so much for giving me this one. I love it!" He winks at Yuuri and places a light kiss over his own bandaged finger.

Yuuri wishes the ground would swallow him whole right this instant.

"U-Um, I think I'll get going now," he excuses himself, retrieving the coffee and bread from the counter. "My friend is waiting uphill. I'm so sorry again." Yuuri quickly nods his head and goes on his way, but the other man takes a long stride and ends up beside him, taking the baguette loaf out of his arms.

"It's okay, I'll help you," he offers happily as they ascend the stone steps. "I'm alone today, anyway." The man cradles the food with his left arm and extends his right hand out to Yuuri. "I'm Binktop, by the way. What's your name?"

For an instant, Yuuri is tempted to laugh out loud. The funny name hardly matches the man's regal appearance at all. He must be a foreigner, like the many others who have come to Hasetsu Kingom to join in the festivities. As a citizen of Hasetsu, therefore, he is to show this man the utmost respect and hospitality he deserves, funny names or not.

He shakes Binktop's hand, the cool skin sending small shivers down his spine. "I'm Yuuri. It's nice to meet you, Binktop."

"A pleasure." Binktop returns the handshake with a smile, and they continue going up the stairs. "So, Yuuri, are you also alone here today?"

"Our family actually has a food stall down at the main square, but my dad told me to enjoy myself today," Yuuri explains. "I'm on my way to see my friend, actually. He's an inventor."

Binktop's eyes widen and sparkle in delight, and he accidentally climbs two steps at once. "Wow! He must be really smart!"

"He is," Yuuri nods fondly in agreement. "Phichit has a solo exhibit today. This project won him first place at the National Physics Summit last month."

"That's amazing!" Binktop gushes in admiration, his silver bangs parting to reveal twinkling blue eyes. "I can't wait to meet him!" Yuuri smiles back proudly in response.

They reach the top of the stairs in a minute. The miniature square is cluttered with various machine parts and wires of different lengths and calibers. The two main pods have already been set in their positions, though not yet fully-assembled as Yuuri remembers them. It's definitely like Phichit to cram at the last minute.

The soft whirring noise dies down as the two approach the left pod, and a brown-skinned young man in a bandanna and overalls comes out to greet them. "Yuuri! You're here!"

Yuuri shrugs good-naturedly and hands Phichit the cup of coffee. "I'd love to hug you, but you're covered in oil and soot right now." He smiles widely at his best friend. "Good luck with your exhibit today!"

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much! You don't know how much I need it!" Phichit downs the coffee in an instant, breathing rapidly through his mouth afterwards to cool his tongue. "I heard the prince is coming with the royal delegation to watch my demonstration! I am so nervous!"

This time, Yuuri pats Phichit's shoulder encouragingly, not minding his hand blackening with soot afterwards. "You'll do well, Phichit! You've done this before; you can do it again."

"Good luck, Phichit!" Binktop adds, sending a friendly wink and a thumbs-up of his own. Phichit is surprised at the additional voice, and notices the other man for the first time. His nervous expression immediately changes to one of teasing, instantly directed at his friend. "Yuuri!" he whispers loudly. "Who's the hot guy?!"

"H-He's not - I mean -" Yuuri splutters, coughing into his hand to stop himself. He doesn't even bother hiding his obviously-reddened cheeks anymore; nothing ever escapes Phichit's notice, anyway. Tonight's phone call is going to be a long one.

When Yuuri has composed himself, he turns to Binktop. "Phichit, this is Binktop. I ran into him in the square today. Binktop, this is my friend, Phichit."

"Hi there!" Phichit merrily extends a hand to Binktop. "Phichit Chulanont, at your service!"

"Binktop," he introduces himself, shaking Phichit's hand. "Yuuri here has told me a lot about you."

"Hahaha, good things, I hope!" Phichit laughs, before shooting Yuuri an expectant glare. Yuuri grins back before taking another sip of coffee.

Phichit shows them around the workplace, pointing out the different parts of the invention and which part goes where. His black eyes shine brightly as he rambles in tech jargon while explaining the principle behind the teleporter. Binktop nods excitedly while asking questions, while Yuuri merely watches them interact. Despite his "nerdy glasses," as Phichit had christened them, he is not really into scientific stuff, having taken up a sports major in university.

"Sure thing! I was about to give this thing a test run, anyway." Phichit beckons Yuuri to come over. "Yuuri! Could you kindly step on the left pod? Binktop wants a demonstration."

Yuuri opens his mouth to protest, but knows better than to interrupt his friend when he is in scientist-mode. He may have also wanted to impress Binktop with his bravery, but he doesn't know it yet. Huffing, he finishes the rest of his coffee in one gulp and does as he is told.

Phichit flips the switch, and Yuuri almost loses his footing as he feels himself being sucked away into a vacuum space. Black, wavy lines fill his vision for a moment before everything around him returns to normal. He steps off the right pod and flashes the peace sign at Phichit and Binktop from across the square.

Binktop immediately makes a beeline for Yuuri and embraces him tightly, while Phichit pumps his fist in joy. "Wow, amazing!" he exclaims as he cups Yuuri's face. "You actually teleported!"

"That's how it's supposed to work," Yuuri answers matter-of-factly, but even he has an undeniably huge smile on his face. Phichit's exhibit is surely going to be a massive hit amongst the fair-goers.

"Can I give it a try, too?" Binktop asks Phichit excitedly, still not letting go of Yuuri. "It looks like so much fun!"

"Of course, Binktop!" Phichit laughs, gesturing at the left pod. "Anything for Yuuri's friend!"

Binktop lets out a whoop and disentangles himself from Yuuri. He lightly steps onto the left pod and runs a hand throuh his silver hair. "Watch me, Yuuri!" He sends a playful wink in Yuuri's direction before nodding at Phichit.

"All right, let's do this!" Phichit flips the switch again. Nothing happens at first, so he turns the machine off and on while observing the monitors. Worry begins to creep into his expression as he starts fiddling with the controls, but still, nothing happens.

A gasp from the left pod directs their attention to Binktop, whose pendant is glowing brightly from inside his shirt. It seems to be resonating with the core machine of the teleporter, from which ominous sparks begin to fly out. Phichit shouts at Binktop to get off the pod immediately, but Binktop hears it too late.

A large wormhole, unlike the one Yuuri had seen briefly while he teleported, opens up in the space behind Binktop and appears to be sucking him in. Trying his best to hold his ground, Binktop cries out for help as he extends his hand. In a panic, Yuuri runs up to the left pod and tries to grab him, but his whole body disappears in a flash of light, and the wormhole closes in an instant. Yuuri is left alone on the pod, Binktop's golden pendant in his hand.

Phichit is the first to regain his voice after a few minutes. "What the hell... This wasn't supposed to happen..." Yuuri turns to his friend, who is kneeling by the controllers in shock. Long tracks of tears have washed away the layers of soot on his face.

He runs down to embrace Phichit, who is now trembling in his friend's arms. "Yuuri, I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean for this to happen!"

Yuuri runs his hands over his friend's back, ignoring his own swimming vision and the violent hammering of his own heart in his chest. Now is not the time to deal with an impending anxiety attack - not when Phichit needs his help.

"Phichit. Look at me," he instructs calmly. "Breathe with me."

Together, they go through the motions, inhaling and exhaling deeply in unison. Most of the time, it was Phichit who did this for Yuuri when they were still in college together. It always helped calm Yuuri down after an attack, and Yuuri is more than glad to return the favor now. They cannot afford to be too calm, however - they still have to find out where the hell Binktop went.

Some day this is turning out to be. Yuuri swears never to get up before five a.m. ever again.

Phichit looks up at him and nods determinedly. Yuuri lets go of his friend as he begins to go over his notes. "Either the telepod malfunctioned, or something else did it," he thinks aloud to the clearing at large. "I'm suspecting your friend's pendant had an unusual reaction with the core interface, causing a ripple in the space-time fabric or something."

Yuuri gapes at Phichit incredulously. "You mean, like, time travel?!"

"I don't know yet." Phichit bites his lower lip in deep thought. "That wormhole could have led anywhere. It's too dangerous to try anything at this point."

"We have to bring Binktop back, Phichit! There's no time!"

"I know that!" Phichit snaps, rubbing a blackened hand on his temple at the sudden outburst. "It's not as easy as it seems. We have to find out how to open that wormhole, for starters. There must be something about that pendant."

Yuuri lifts the pendant in his hand against the daylight. It is a small, round, golden medallion with intricate rose patterns bordering its circumference, hanging from a simple chain. The pendant also seems to be pretty old but well-maintained. He briefly wonders where Binktop must have gotten such a valuable trinket and how much it must have cost, but pushes these thoughts out of his mind.

A tiny spark jumps out of the medallion, causing Yuuri to drop the pendant onto the left pod in surprise. Immediately, it causes another reaction, violent gusts of wind forming around them as the wormhole opens once more.

"Well," Phichit laughs brokenly, "that was easy enough!" With a hand shielding his face, he struggles to walk against the wind's direction and tries to pick up the pendant off the ground.

Yuuri has other ideas, however. He uses his stronger body to his advantage and overtakes Phichit in a second, picking up the pendant and wearing it around his neck.

"Yuuri! What are you doing?!" Phichit shouts in alarm. "Get off the pod now!"

To be honest, he has no idea what he is doing, either. His body is already protesting his sudden decision, his heart rate going up, his breathing more rapid, and his hands slippery with sweat. But above all, Yuuri feels that it's the right decision. It's more reckless than heroic, by all means, but nevertheless the right one, just the same.

"I'll bring Binktop back!" he shouts at his friend. "I'll get us back home, I promise!"

Again with the stupid promises, but Phichit seems to finally support his decision. He nods determinedly and hands Yuuri a long, steel wrench. "It's my favorite one! Bring it back safely, okay?"

"Thanks, Phichit! I will." Yuuri waves the wrench nervously as he steps into the closing wormhole.

"Be careful, Yuuri!" Phichit shouts after him. "I'll try to follow you as soon as I figure things out!"

A chuckle escapes Yuuri's lips. It's just like his friend to jump at the call. If anyone is more suited to be the hero of this story, it would definitely be Phichit, and Yuuri, as the dutiful friend, would support him all the way. Funny how things have turned out the other way around this time.

For now, he, Yuuri Katsuki, will be the hero of this story, and he swears on his life to bring Binktop back.

Yuuri raises a thumbs-up to the fading image of his friend, not caring if he doesn't see it. He lets the distortion fill his senses completely until the black nothingness consumes him and claims his consciousness.

[and-then-yoi-happened]

YOI fanfic recommendations: Historical AUs

There’s a surprising number of Historical AUs for Victuuri/YOI on ao3. I haven’t read them all, and there’re still unfinished historical AUs in my to read. I decided to just go ahead and share the post as it is and eventually make a second post, or a reblog with additions. In this post I will focus on those that are only historical AUs, and primarily based on our world (meaning I won’t name fics that also have timetravel/fantasy/etc. elements, or made up countries, those deserve a separate post).

The order in which I name the fics goes by oldest to youngest in terms of historical setting. The fics I marked with *** fall into the category of heavy angst / are a heavy read.

I’m sorry for not going into detail about what I loved about them or leave comments here, because I’m trying to keep the post’s length under control. All of these fics deserve a commentary and a detailed recommendation post of their own, but that wouldn’t be managable for me timewise.

Please share this post (and the love), so more people can see the recommendations. Also if you start reading some of these, please consider leaving the writers Kudos and maybe even a comment. We writers love feeling recognised and cherished! It motivates us to write on ♡ Also this is a hecking long post, so you’ll find them under the cut.

Oneshots and Stories under 20k words

Becoming a Tenant for Life by Dawn on ICE (Dawn_Blossom) [ T | no warnings | Victuuri | regency AU | inspired by Jane Austen | 2928 words ] Summary: “You said something about my brother, didn’t you! And now Mr. Katsuki’s run off like a coward because of it!” “I only told Mr. Katsuki the truth—that Mr. Nikiforov is friendly with everyone, and he shouldn’t risk his future and his money on a man that doesn’t love him,” Lord Leroy explains defensively. Yuri has to save Victor's love life. God, he hates high society.

Private Theatricals by Watergaw [ G | no warnings | Victuuri | regency AU | inspired by Jane Austen | 1411 words ] Summary: Mr Victor Nikiforov, rich, handsome, accomplished, and quite the most eligible bachelor in four counties, has a problem. His friend Giacometti has a solution.

when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure by thewalrus_said [ G | no warnings | Victuuri | regency AU | inspired by Jane Austen | 19.072 words ] Summary:  Yuuri felt his body grow cold at the name; he had known a Mr. Nikiforov, once upon a time. Five years after the implosion of their acquaintance, Mr. Viktor Nikiforov returns to —shire society, bringing in tow a young cousin. Mr. Katsuki must navigate these once-familiar waters without giving further offense, all while keeping his own heart firmly protected. (A Persuasion AU)

Warm as the Ruby/Pure as the Pearl by Ravensmores [ M | no warnings | Victuuri | regency AU | 2391 words ] Summary: He’d told himself it was ridiculous to feel self-conscious at his own engagement party, that greeting guests on Victor’s arm was going to be the greatest pleasure, yet no sooner had they entered the ballroom than the pointed stares of his friends and colleagues were already proving too much. He could feel the words like stones being hurled at the back of his head as they toured the room, crudely hidden behind gloves and fans. Common  Cheap  Mistake (...)

a truth universally acknowledged by FullmetalChords [ E | no warnings | Victuuri | regency AU | 1995 words ] Summary: A mid-banquet blizzard strands Yuuri and Lord Nikiforov at Lord Giacometti's mansion, requiring them to share a bedchamber until the end of the storm.

Take My Breath Away by IncandescentAntelope [ E | no warnings | Victuuri | regency AU | angst with a happy ending | 17.380 words ] Summary: The son of Earl Dmitry Nikiforov, Viktor lives a rather dull life; he has no want to take his father’s title, but he must. Viktor’s family insists on an updated portrait, and though Viktor despises the idea, he certainly is interested in the artist.

In Thine Own Heart by EmHunter [ E | creator choose not to use archive warnings | Victuuri | Victorian AU | Prostitution | 17.964 words ] Summary: Lord Victor Nikiforov knows nothing about physical pleasures and is given time with a rent boy of his choice. This is how Yuuri comes into Victor’s life, a rent boy from London’s most exclusive establishment, one of its best kept secrets. A gift bestowed on Victor by his best friend for a limited time.

Let Me call You Sweetheart*** by deripmaver [ T | graphic depictions of violence | Victuuri | Post WW1/1920s | PTSD | Angst and Hurt/Comfort | 9410 words ] Summary: The Great War is over, the Jazz Age is in full swing - and Yuuri Katsuki wanders aimlessly around Paris, looking for something he lost, long ago.

Auld Lang Syne*** by IncandescentAntelope [ T | no warnings | Victuuri | Post WW2 | angst with a happy ending | 4034 words ] Summary: It's New Year's Eve, 1945, and it has been four years since Yuuri and Viktor were separated to serve in the war. The war has ended, but Yuuri hasn't heard from his husband since August.

Multi Chapter Fics above 20k words

Healthy Impropriety by mtothedestiel [ E | no warnings | Victuuri | regency AU | slow burn | angst with a happy ending | discrimination free | 29.496 words | completed ] Summary: Victor is the wealthy master of the Nikiforov estate.  At a society party he's swept off his feet by the mysterious, suave, and very drunk Katsuki Yuuri.  Victor aims to declare his love and secure Mr. Katsuki's hand in marriage, but first he has to find him!

Zanka*** by rinsled05 [ E | creator choose not to use archive warnings | Victuuri | edo period | prostitution | angst with a happy ending | forbidden love | 100.071 words | completed ] Summary: Victuuri historical AU in 1800s, Edo, Japan. Yuuri is Aoyagi, a high-ranking male courtesan, and Viktor falls hopelessly in love.

pulses that beat double by threerings [ E | no warnings | Victuuri | victorian AU | slow burn | angst with a happy ending | no homophobia | 75.611 words | completed ] Summary: Katsuki Yuuri traveled all the way from Japan to study medicine in London, but finds himself very short on funds.  He's long had a fascination with the scandalous Baron Viktor Nikiforov, so he's shocked when the baron takes an interest in him.  So shocked he runs away as quickly as possible.  But Viktor Nikiforov is a persistent man when he sees something he wants. AKA The Victorian Era Sugar Daddy AU 

Love in Exile*** by MartyMuses [ E | no warnings | Victuuri | 1881 onwards | slow burn | angst with a happy ending | hurt/comfort | 99.247 words | completed ] Summary: Once a well know ballet dancer in St. Petersburg, Victor Nikiforov finds himself exiled to Sakhalin Island as a political convict in 1881. As a man sentenced to katorga he will never return to European Russia or his life on the stage. Known as the "Edge of the World," his life on Sakhalin could not be further from the life he once knew. Strange circumstances lead his path to cross that of a young Japanese man, one of the very few still living on the island. Katsuki Yuuri leads a life of exile of a different kind, one that is largely self-imposed. Drawn to each other, despite their differences, something slowly begins to grow between them. When a narrowly avoided tragedy leaves them stranded together for a long, cold Sakhalin winter, they are challenged to face what their relationship really means, and what future it could possibly have.

The Tsesarevich lives! by mtothedestiel [ E | no warnings | Victuuri | 1920/30s | Anastasia AU | royalty | 50.123 words | completed ] Summary: An Anastasia AU.  Victor is an orphan with no name, no family, and no memory of a time before he was ten years old.  Could he really be the missing Nikiforov heir?  An adventure across Europe with two conmen will lead him to the answer.

Blackbird*** by sixpences [ M | graphic depictions of violence | Victuuri | WW2 and Cold War | spies and secret agents | angst with a happy ending | homophobia & racism | 102.617 words | completed ] Summary: The year is 1942, and Europe is at war. Captain Victor Nikiforov, an intelligence operative for the NKVD, has been trapped in Berlin by the German invasion of the USSR. Posing as a Nazi industrialist, his days are spent charming information out of Axis diplomats to try and keep the Red Army fighting another day. Yuuri Katsuki, a foreign-educated bureaucrat in the Japanese Embassy, has secrets of his own concealed beneath his unremarkable demeanour. When he uncovers Victor’s real identity, it will alter the course of both of their lives forever.

[wenttworth]

Yuuri burrowed deeper into his scarf and jumped from foot to foot. He squinted at the name of the building, compared the Cyrillic with the message he’d been sent, and walked in.

The sudden warmth was a relief, though he did have to wipe his glasses when they fogged up. He baulked at the sudden Russian as he approached the front desk.

God, he wished Viktor were with him, but when he’d suggested it Yakov had gone puce and ranted about training and Worlds and did he want to keep his title or not?

“Um, English?” he asked.

The receptionist blinked. “You’re Yuuri Katsuki, yes?”

Yuuri affirmed, and she led him to the back, chatting about what he should expect of that day. She left him with the designer, who also talked, about his ‘vision’ or something. Yuuri wasn’t really paying attention.

“So, for the photoshoot, we have four or five different outfits. They have been fitted to your measurements, so if you would like to keep them you’re free to.” She passed him the first outfit, a white shirt with lace panels that revealed more than it covered. As if he could wear that in public, but at least Viktor would enjoy it. “You can leave your clothes here. Come next door when you’ve changed and we’ll get you through hair and makeup.”

Once it was on, he had to admit that the lace panels looked good. Viktor really would enjoy it.

He was about to take a picture—to send to Phichit, Viktor would appreciate the surprise when Yuuri returned to St Petersburg—when his phone buzzed with an incoming text from Viktor.

Found an antique mirror at the market this morning!

Another buzz.

Miss you.

Yuuri sighed. They’d taken to going to the market every week and Viktor always found something to bring home, paintings and vases that he would either keep or give away.

A photo came through, and Yuuri downloaded it immediately, almost dropping his phone when it came through.

The mirror was nice, slightly worn gold gilding, intricate, curling carving around the frame. But Yuuri couldn’t focus on that. Viktor was in the mirror, sitting on his heels with his knees spread to reveal tight silk underwear that did very little to hide anything. The silvery silk continued with a short dressing gown, loosely tied, falling off one shoulder. Yuuri had left a bruise on that shoulder just before he had left for Moscow. Even stockings that finished halfway up his thighs.

Yuuri stared hard at the peek of abs, the one pink nipple he could see, the small bruise near his collarbone. There was a knock at the door and he jumped, going to open it.

“Are you ready, Yuuri?”

“Yes! Sorry,” he said, hiding his phone in his bag and following to hair and makeup.

Photoshoots were always long and boring in a studio, holding the same position for minutes at a time before changing incrementally, and today, knowing what was on his phone made it even worse. He couldn’t help thinking about what Viktor might be doing, how the silk must feel against his skin, pushing the gown off his shoulders to mark that perfect skin even more... he swallowed and forced Viktor from his mind. Uhh... walking Makkachin (Makkachin tripping Viktor over so he would fall into Yuuri’s arms), skating (Viktor skating in those stockings and that gown), Yakov (...oh, that worked).

When it was finally over and he’d been given boxes with the clothes he’d worn—‘Dry clean only,’ the designer had insisted before handing them over—and Yuuri hurried back to the hotel, the only thought in his head to call Viktor.

He checked the time and his heart ached. Still seventeen hours before he could be in Viktor’s arms again. He hated being apart.

Calling Viktor as soon as he’d shut the door and dropped the boxes on the floor, he collapsed face first onto the bed.

“I’m at practice so behave,” was the first thing Viktor said, and Yuuri laughed.

“Oh, you hypocrite. Do you have any idea what it was like at that stupid photoshoot after seeing that picture?”

“I can guess,” he answered, a teasing smile in his voice that Yuuri ached to kiss away. “Do you like the mirror?”

“I preferred what was in the mirror. Next time you’re coming. No matter what Yakov says. Just imagine, a whole hotel room going to waste.”

There was a small hitch in Viktor’s breath. “We’ll make good use of it when you get back.” Angry shouting from somewhere in the rink. Viktor sighed. “Break’s over,” he said. “I’ll talk to you later?”

“Okay. Love you.”

“I love you too.”

-

“Wow, your expression is... intense in these,” Viktor said, staring at Yuuri’s screen with a light blush on his cheeks.

Yuuri’s face, meanwhile, was probably bright firetruck red. Very unattractive next to the dawn colour on Viktor’s cheekbones. He hid his face.

“Urgh,” he groaned. “This is so embarrassing.” Viktor pulled his hands away to kiss his cheek. The clothes had already been fairly revealing and risqué, but his expression, eyes dark and intense, suggested way more.

“I’m kind of jealous that other people will see this,” Viktor said, a laugh in his voice. His hand was slowly inching up Yuuri’s thigh, and Yuuri snapped the laptop shut. He wrapped his arms around Viktor’s neck to pull him closer.

“Surely the real thing is better?”

[justrae2010]

Part 1 

For @you-activated-my-eros

Yuuri’s eyes were still red and raw from crying when he showed up at Minako’s house a week after the docks, feeling fragile and exhausted. He didn’t want to be there. He wanted to be curled in the blankets in his hotel room with a tub of ice cream but he knew that if he didn’t go to Minako, she would just come to him.

His fingers clenched tight around his cup of tea as he waited in Minako’s sitting room, Victor’s last words to him ringing in his ears.

“Goodbye, Yuuri.”

Yuuri pressed his eyes shut, heart aching in his chest.

Victor should have shot him. Yuuri had expected him to shoot him, to get rid of the witness… but he hadn’t. He’d let him live. He’d let him go...

“Yuuri-”

Yuuri jumped to his feet as he heard Minako’s footsteps a second before her voice, setting his cup down on the coffee table with a clatter. He hadn’t seen her in over a year now.

She froze in the doorway the second she saw his face though, eyes going wide at his drawn face. “Yuuri, what are you doing here?”

Yuuri sucked in a shaky breath, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips.

“I-I had to see you...”

He blinked fast to keep his eyes dry. He couldn’t cry now. He wasn’t a child that needed comforting anymore. 

He’d been given a job.

“What’s taking so long?” Minako asked, stepping forward with shrewd eyes. Of course, she’d know something was wrong - Yuuri wasn’t supposed to be here until the mission was done and she’d know that that wasn’t the case... “You’ve been assigned this job for a year now - surely that’s more than enough time to kill Victor Nikiforov?”

Yuuri sucked in a sharp breath, a barb going through him hearing Victor’s name again. He moved his hands behind his back, hiding his clenched fists and digging his nails into his palms to distract himself from the sting in the corner of his eyes. He didn’t want her to see him weak.

“You don’t understand,” he said, voice just about steady. It was nothing short of a miracle... “It’s not that simple.”

“What do you mean?” Minako’s eyes narrowed. “You got the information we needed to take his business months ago. We don’t need him alive anymore.”

Yuuri’s stomach twisted sickeningly. He’d almost trained himself to forget his mission...

“He trusts you now. You even live with him!” Minako folded her arms tightly across her chest. “It shouldn’t be hard at all.”

It wasn’t supposed to be. It had been the perfect plan - seduce Victor and get close enough to steal his business, then dispose of him to drive the rest of the Bravta off of Japanese soil. It had been Minako to suggest Yuuri would be perfect for the job, his relative obscurity working in their favour. Victor would never see it coming that his new lover was actually the youngest son of a Yakuza boss.

“That’s the thing…” Yuuri took a deep breath, unable to meet his mentor’s eye. “I trust him too.”

Minako went stiff. “What are you saying?”

When Yuuri didn’t answer, she took matters into her own hand - literally! Yuuri gasped as she closed the distance between them and cupped his chin, jerking his head up. Her gaze bore into his, unescapable. Yuuri knew it was hopeless…

“Oh…” she breathed, eyes going wide as she understood. Fear seeped into her gaze. “Yuuri, no ... please don’t tell me...”

Yuuri reached up and grasped Minako’s wrist, fingers digging tight into her skin. He didn’t pull her away though. He didn’t deny it.

“I tried my best to stop it…” he blinked, eyes blurry.

And he had. He had really tried, knowing how the mission had to end, knowing what he had to do. He’d tried desperately not to get attached… in the end though, it hadn’t been enough. 

Minako shook her head. “Yuuri, please don’t say it...”

“He cares about me!” Yuuri stopped bothering trying to hold back the tears now, knowing it was a futile battle. He felt the wetness stream down his cheeks, helpless to stop it. “He’s not like everybody says he is. He’s different, if only you got to know him-”

“I don’t want to hear it!”

It was supposed to have been simple. Victor was supposed to have been a monster driven with greed that would be easy to kill … but he simply wasn’t.

Minako let Yuuri go with a hiss, eyes like razors as they bore into Yuuri. For the first time Yuuri had ever seen it, she looked terrified. He guessed it was her life on the line as much as his... “I can’t watch you throw your life away like this!”

It would be the end of everything. 

His father might save him from death, but he wouldn’t have a life anymore. He’d be shut away, hidden away in shame. He’d never be free.

He’d never see Victor again.

That thought stopped the tears, stopped the quivering of his lip. Victor had no idea that they were even coming! He really wouldn’t stand a chance, long dead with all the information that Yuuri had leaked back to his family over the last year undercover. Yuuri might get exile - Minako probably wouldn’t be so lucky, family friend or not. She’d be desperate to spill Victor’s blood for his father.

Yuuri wouldn’t let it happen - but the dark look in Minako’s eyes told him that it wasn’t up for discussion.

“I won’t let you kill him,” he said, strong enough to surprise himself.

He’d hoped to negotiate. To set the record straight. To explain that Victor wasn’t trying to invade their territory like they’d thought, but Minako clearly wasn’t in the mood to listen.

He let his fists fall back to his sides, still feeling the bite of the gold band on his finger that Victor had given him on their wedding day. It hadn’t all been a lie. He was never supposed to have gotten in so deep, so bound to him, but that was real. The vows that he’d said that day had been real for him. 

It didn’t matter if Victor had used him too, if Victor hadn’t loved him back. He still didn’t want to see him dead.

Minako’s jaw set, her eyes hardening. “I know.”

Yuuri saw her eyes flash too late. 

He whipped round to the open door behind him just a heartbeat before the butt of the gun slammed into his temple. His vision swam, legs giving out beneath him. His fingers burned as his hand swept the tea off the table as he went down, limp as a doll.

His eyes were still rolling back in his skull as he caught a glimpse of his sister standing over him, gun in hand.

“I’m sorry, little brother,” she said.

x

In the Bravta headquarters, a guard barged into the Pakhan’s office. “Boss-”

“What?!” 

Victor snapped up from his papers, headache throbbing and temper short. His eyes were bloodshot. He hadn’t been sleeping well since that night at the docks...

He recognised that guard that had burst through his door in a heartbeat though, irritation melting away into sharp concern - it was Yuuri’s surveillance guard. 

He’d hoped that breaking Yuuri’s heart would have been enough to keep him away and safe, but he hadn’t wanted to take any chances. Yuuri was still a target. He still knew too much. If he had been anybody else, Victor never would have let him live. But he was Yuuri… and even if he had ruined things between them, there was no way he’d leave his husband undefended. 

The dark look in Otabek’s eyes told Victor all he needed to know long before he opened his mouth though. 

His blood ran cold.

“It’s Yuuri,” Otabek said. “He’s missing.”

[iwaswritingmywayout]

BTMH: Chapter 3: Ice Castle Hasetsu

Y/N ran across a bridge to get to Ice Castle Hasetsu, the ice-skating rink her and her brother would always skate at when they trained in Japan. Y/N walked inside and saw Yuuko standing on her tiptoes to put away a pair of rental skates.

“Excuse me,” Y/N said.

Yuuko didn’t turn around. “Our regular hours are over,” she said.

“It’s been a while, Yuuko,” Y/N said.

“Y/N?” Yuuko said.

Y/N nodded, not saying anything.

Yuuko turned and ran up to the counter, smiling widely. “Y/N! I didn’t think you’d be coming back to Hasetsu so soon!”

Y/n nodded, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly.

“Oh, you came to skate, right? Go ahead,” Yuuko said.

Y/N took her hood off and looked at her. “Huh? I can?” She asked.

“You just want to skate alone for now, right? I’ll protect you,” Yuuko said with a wink.

Y/N mumbled a thank you before heading through the doors to the rink.

‘Yuuko was our (Yuuri and I) rink mate and two years our senior. When we were little, she was really good at skating. She was my idol, the Madonna of Ice Castle Hasetsu. She’s still pretty now, too. I always wanted to look as pretty as her.’

~Flash Back~

Young Y/N and Yuuri skated up to a younger Yuuko. Both Yuuri and Y/N had on black snow pants, gloves, and a blue and olive sweatshirt with the first letter of their first name on it. They both stopped in front of Yuuko. They both raised their arms and smiled widely.

“Ta-da!” The twins said at the same time.

“Wow, Y/N and Yuuri!” Yuuko said.

Yuuri beamed as he put his hands behind his head. Y/N just stayed their smiling, not doing much else.

Takeshi skated into him, knocking him over. “Stay out of my way fatso!” He shouted.

Y/N glared at him before helping her brother up. “Don’t be rude to my brother!” She shouted, waving her fist angrily.

“Don’t be mean to the new kid!” Yuuko shouted.

“Fatso! Fatso!” Takeshi kept shouting.

Yuuri frowned and flailed his arms as he whined.

“Hey, stop calling my brother fat! You’re a jerk!” Y/N shouted at Takeshi. She had always been the not-so-nice sibling.

~a few years later~

Takeshi, Yuuko, Yuuri, and Y/N were sitting around watching a tv show featuring Seonghwa Nikiforov. He was skating his gold-winning program at the Junior World Championships in Sofia, Bulgaria. Takeshi, Y/N, and Yuuri were sitting on a bench while Yuuko spun around, holding up one figure to show ‘number one’.

“Russia’s Seonghwa Nikiforov! He won the gold in the Junior Worlds with the highest score in history! He’s so cool!” Yuuko said.

Y/N and Yuuri’s eyes widened, they both gasped at the exact same time.

A few more years later, Yuuri and Y/N stand together as Yuuko walks up to them at school. Yuuri was holding a brown poodle puppy in his arms.

“Huh? You have a poodle now, too?” Yuuko asked.

“Yeah! I named him “Seonghwa”!” Yuuri said.

“It was my idea,” Y/N chimed in.

Yuuko laughed, smiling widely. “You both really like Seonghwa, huh? I hope I can see you both compete against Seonghwa soon,” Yuuko said, a bright smile on her face.

~flashback ends~

Y/N sat on a bench, tying her skates up tightly to ensure while she skated they wouldn’t become loose. Y/N stood up and turned around, handing her black glasses to Yuuko. “I’ve been working on it since last season ended for me, please watch it,” She said softly, a smile on her face.

On the TV at Yu-topia Katsuki, Seonghwa is shown skating to Stay Close to Me (Stammi Vicino).

“Last up is Seonghwa Nikiforov. It’s clear he is Russia’s hero! The cheers are deafening! After the short program, he leads Giacometti, in second, by a huge margin.”

“All right, Seonghwa! Get ‘em!” Minako said, pounding her hand on the table. “Y/N, Yuuri! Your favorite, Seonghwa, is about to start!”

“She’s not back yet,” Hiroko said.

Y/N glided onto the ice, bowing her head once she stopped. She knew Yuuko would be the only person to see her perform it, so she wasn’t as nervous as she normally was.

“Huh? This is…” Yuuko trailed off.

“In this program, he has four quads planned. Here comes the first quad. A quadruple Lutz! Very clean! The next quad is his signature move. How will it go? A quadruple flip! He lands this one, too!”

Y/N glided along the ice. She did the same movements as Seonghwa, all the way down to the way he was holding his arms, she did her best to do it exactly like he did.

“Flying sit spin. The music is “Stay Close to Me”.”

Y/N did the flying sit spin perfectly, as expected since it was her best move, the one move she was always doing perfectly, that, and her step-sequences.

“Given that he has a million female fans worldwide, he’s sure free with his charms,” Minako said, swaying from side-to-side due to how drunk she was.

“This program brings out a new dimension in Seonghwa Nikiforov’s performance.”

“You’re drinking too much, Minako,” Hiroko said.

“A quadruple Salchow!”

“This would tug at the heartstrings more if it were a younger, more naïve person. Not a hottie like Seonghwa, but…let me think…” Minako said, trailing off as she got deep into thought.

Y/N continued to skate around the rinks doing various jumps and then the step sequence.

“A triple Lutz! A triple flip! Now, the last quad… a quadruple to loop, followed by a triple toe loop! He’s landed all his quads! Now, a combination spin!”

Y/N skated, then went into the combination spin, before standing in the final pose. She was breathing heavily and her face was flushed, clearly tired by the routine. Yuuko stood at the side, her eyes shined and she covered her mouth with her hands before slamming them on the rink boards.

“That was super cool! A perfect copy of Seonghwa! Awesome! I thought you’d be depressed or something!” Yuuko said.

Y/N nodded, wiping off her forehead with her sleeve before responding. “Well, I was for a while, but eventually I got tired of feeling depressed, so I got to thinking. ‘What could bring my love for skating back?’ Then it hit me. I remembered when I copied Seonghwa with you and Yuuri. Yuuko, I’ve-“ She started, but not finishing due to her gulping.

On the TV at Seonghwa was smiling for pictures with San and Mingi.

“And now we have a co-ed’s singles consecutive five-time winner in the World Figure Skating Championships! The victor is Russia’s Seonghwa Nikiforov!”

“I’ve always…” Y/N started, not finishing her sentence.

Axel, Lutz, and Loop popped up from behind the rink boards.

“Axel, Lutz, and Loop! Haven’t they gotten so much bigger since you last saw them?” Yuuko asked.

Y/N nodded. “Wow, they have gotten very big. I swear the last time I saw them they were practically babies,” she said. Then it had really hit her how long she had been gone.

“Y/N, you really did get fat!” Lutz said, giggling once she finished talking.

“Are you really retiring?” Loop asked.

“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” Axel asked.

“Hey, girls! Sorry, they are such skating groupies,” Yuuko said.

“They’re all your fans, Y/N. Welcome back!” Takeshi said, skating over before putting an arm around her neck.

“Nishigori!” Y/N said.

“You can come any time to practice, the Nishigori family’s always got your back,” Takeshi said, smiling widely.

“Y/N, go, go! Lose weight!” Axel, Lutz, and Loop said at the same time.

‘During the 5 years I was away, I tried to ignore a lot of things by focusing on skating.’

Y/N was hoping on one foot on a wooden park bench, while cherry blossom petals were carried away by the light breeze flowing around. Y/N knew she needed to get back into shape if she wanted to be able to continue skating, so she thought she should start as soon as possible.

“I wonder what I need so I can keep skating on my own,” Y/N thought aloud.

Once Y/N finished exercising, she made her way back to Yu-topia Katsuki and sat down at one of the tables and looked at the TV. On the TV there was a special feature of Jongho Plisetsky. He was leaning against the rink boards drinking from a water bottle, looking indifferent while his coach Yakov lectured him.

“Here in St. Petersburg, Russia, rising star Jongho Plisetsky is finally gearing up to join the senior men’s singles and co-ed singles competition.”

Jongho did a jump on the rink, and Y/N’s jaw dropped. “What’s with that jump? Whoa, another one?” She said, shocked by the jumps he was doing.

“Under Coach Yakov, the 15-year-old is about to join Seonghwa Nikiforov in ushering Russia into an era with two champions.”

~Flashback~

Jongho was leaning over Y/N, scowling down at her as she frantically wiped her eyes, trying to hide the evidence she had been crying.

“Just retire already,” Jongho said as he scowled at her.

~Flashback End~

‘The pressure’s on now.’

Y/N was sitting cross legged on the floor of her room. She looked up at the posters of Seonghwa on her wall and sighed, resting a hand on her cheek.

“I’ve got to skate on the same ice as Seonghwa someday,” she said.

[crackimagines]

New Horizons (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)

Animal Crossing AU

(PART 1) 

(PART 2)

Byleth, Megumi, and Kazuma must spearhead their group to safety after being transported to an unknown world…

…Of pure comfort and relaxation, led by talking Raccoons, apparently.

----

DAY 1

When the plane finally landed, Kazuma, Aqua and Megumi stretched and took in the island air.

(Kazuma) “Ya know for a buncha raccoons, they’re really good fliers!”

(Megumi) “It’s strange seeing our world like this. Though...the situation here seems far more ideal than the one I was in...”

(Aqua) “Hm? Whatcha mean?”

(Megumi) “...Oh! I’ll save that story for another time, I think everyone has sea legs...Or would that be air legs?”

Everyone else was shaken after being on a vehicle that defied all of their logic. 

(Claude) “Sweet land, how I’ve missed you so!”

Kazuma rolled his eyes and turned around to see three raccoons.

Two of them were Timmy and Tommy and the bigger one seemed to be in charge.

(Tom) “Hello, is everyone here?”

(Megumi) “Yes, sir.”

(Tom) “Perfect! Now, let’s all head over to the plaza, I’ll be making our announcement there!”

After heading to the plaza, the raccoon took names of everyone and checked the names off his clipboard. 

Once everything checked out, he cleared his throat.

(Tom) “Welcome everyone, to your new island! My name is Tom Nook, and I’m the founder and president of Nook Inc., yes yes! Today is the first day of your new pristine island life!”

Tom Nook explained to the party that they were to begin their new lives on this deserted island as a getaway package, and that their company would be providing everything they need to be comfortable.

Tommy and Timmy gave everyone tents to set up their first homes.

(Tom) “When you’re done, please head back to the plaza! We’ll see you in a bit!”

He turned around and began speaking to the smaller raccoons, presumably about what to do next. 

(Byleth) “I guess we oughtta go head and find somewhere to camp out.”

(Kazuma) “Well, see ya in a bit then.”

Everyone nodded and went off in separate groups.

Dimitri, Edelgard, Claude

(Claude) “Ah, this gives me some nostalgia!”

(Edelgard) “You cannot be referring to the time when we were running away from those bandits, right?”

(Claude) “Course I am! It’s kinda a similar situation. On the move, unknown territory, and all of us together!”

(Dimitri) “I fail to see the connection. These aren’t bandits they’re...talking raccoons! I cannot wrap my head around this, nor the technology they possess!”

(Edelgard) “Megunee Kazuma and Aqua seem used to it though. They did say that this was their world, correct?”

(Claude) “We should ask ‘em next chance we get, I’m getting more and more curious about this place myself.”

(Dimitri) “Well in any case, is this where we are sleeping?”

The three of them were standing near the beach, the view looking right at the ocean waves crashing against the sand.

(Edelgard) “Beachside property, eh? Heh, looks like you do have some taste, Claude.”

(Claude) “I’m the only one who does here.”

Byleth, Darkness, Megumin

(Byleth) “Strange, I thought you would’ve gone with Kazuma and Aqua.”

(Megumin) “We already live with them, so it’s nice to take just a little break now and again! And besides, with how small this island is, I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other a lot.”

(Darkness) “This truly is a fascinating world. No war, just peace and quiet...and...talking animals.”

(Byleth) “Yeah, it’s quite the sight. Oh and uh, while we’re here-”

(Darkness & Megumin) ?

(Byleth) “Try...not to weird Tom Nook and the kids out, yeah?”

(Darkness) “I honestly have no idea what you mean.”

(Megumin) “Uh...huh.”

The three of them made their tents nearby the river on the right side of the area.

Megumi, Kazuma, Aqua

(Megumi) “So this is camping!”

(Aqua) “First time?”

(Megumi) “Yes, I’ve never had the chance to do this as a kid. In Japanese cities, there’s not a lot of places where you can do this.”

(Kazuma) “Yeah, it’s a bit claustrophobic. Though, I wouldn’t know too much about that.”

(Aqua) “I’m still trying to figure out how we got here? I can contact Eris and Sothis just fine, so we definitely have access back but...”

(Megumi) “But you don’t know, yes?”

(Aqua) “Right. For Kazuma to get back to his old world, he had to defeat the Demon King. And when we got transported to Fodlan, I think we’re supposed to fight the Flame Emperor or something. As for here?”

(Kazuma) “Meh, I’m fine living in Animal Crossing.”

(Megumi) “So, what is this world? You seem to know this place a bit.”

(Kazuma) “I’ve played a few of the games myself, actually. Basically we just live here in houses and just laze around all day. It’s very relaxing to play, and it’s gonna be even sweeter to live in! Just the life I wanted!”

(Aqua) “Tch, of course the first thing you do is take advantage of it.”

(Kazuma) “Hell yeah, I am! No way I’m gonna let my life of luxury go away like this!”

(Megumi) “Well...Do you know if humans are still around? Tom and the others didn’t seem to react to us that violently.”

(Kazuma) “Oh yeah, it’s supposed to be modern day and everything. Japan, Europe, America, they’re all still here. Only difference is that there’s talking animals that live here in this world too, and no bad war or anything seems to happen.”

(Megumi) “I...I see.”

Megumi’s hand clenched around her necklace for a moment.

(Aqua) “You alright?”

(Megumi) “Y-Yes! Let’s just set our tents, shall we?”

They all nodded and got to work. Their tents were in the middle of a field with barely any trees around.

Everyone made their way back and Tom Nook smiled.

At least they assumed so, all he did was close his eyes.

(Tom) “Alright, with that taken care of, we can move onto more serious business...LIKE THROWING AN ISLAND-WARMING PARTY! We’ll have it right here in the plaza with a roaring campfire!”

(Claude) “Hah, that’s something I can get behind!”

(Aqua) “PARTY, WOOOO!”

(Tom) “I’m glad to see you’re so excited! Now, we’ll just need a couple supplies! Dimitri, Claude, and Edelgard, let’s clean up the plaza! Byleth, Darkness and Megumin, you should find some snacks on the trees! I’ve test tasted a few of them and they’re safe to eat. Aqua, Megumi, and Kazuma, if I could have a word?”

Everyone got off to work as the three went up to Tom Nook.

(Tom) “Now, I know it says that Megumi is the Representative of the island, but can I entrust you two to help as well? You all seem the least nervous about the package, and I’m sure everyone would rally behind you!”

(Aqua) “Hah, you made a good choice!-”

(Kazuma) “Can we have Byleth instead?”

(Aqua) “HUH?!”

(Kazuma) “He’s actually our professor, alongside Megune-Er, Miss Sakura here. Aqua is just kinda here.”

(Tom) “A professor you say? Very well, Aqua could you go help Megumin and Darkness then?”

(Aqua) “I WON’T FORGET THIS KAZUMAAAAAAAA!”

She ran off quickly towards Byleth’s group and everyone else looked on in awkward silence.

(Tom) “...She’s a colorful character.”

(Megumi) “Hah, you have...no idea.”

(Kazuma) “Anyways, we’ll be more than happy to help mister Nook!”

(Tom) “Excellent, thank you very much! Now, let’s get to work!”

Kazuma walked off to help Dimitri’s group, but Megumi was still standing.

(Tom) “Is something wrong?”

(Megumi) “Um...is it possible to send a letter out?”

Later...

Once everyone did their assigned jobs, they all stood in front of the plaza as Tom stood in the center.

(Tom) “Now, it’s been a big day for the island of Garreg, and it’s gotten a bit late, so let’s all have a toast!”

Everyone got out their drinks.

(Tom) “These are pear drinks made with the help of Byleth, Aqua, Darkness, and Megumin!”

(Byleth) “Glad to have helped.”

(Aqua) “Hmph!”

(Darkness) “A simple task for a paladin.”

(Megumin) “Insultingly simple for the Crimson Demon!”

(Tom) “And we have this toasty fire thanks to the efforts of Dimitri, Edelgard, Claude, Kazuma, and Megumi!”

(Claude) “No need for thanks!”

(Dimitri) “How modest you sound, Claude.”

(Edelgard) “We appreciate the attention, mister Nook.”

(Kazuma) “My arms are sore as heeeee-...ck.”

(Megumi) “M-Mine as well, but it was well worth it in the end!”

(Tom) “Now, on the count of three, let’s have a cheer to our new life!”

“HERE HERE!”

The party began with everyone chugging down their drinks, and the music played from the nearby radio.

Aqua entertained everyone with her party magic, and for a grand finale, Megumin cast a powerful and colorful explosion in the skies. As everyone mingled and danced to the music, Byleth quietly slipped away from the crowd.

Megumi was the first to notice and followed her, which in turn made Kazuma follow her.

Byleth sat on the beach, watching the waves glisten from the starry sky above.

(Megumi) “Byleth?”

(Byleth) “Megumi.”

She sat down next to him, and Kazuma joined the two by sitting down as well.

(Byleth) “This...is a bit unsettling. I’ve never had an experience quite like this.”

(Kazuma) “After the first time you kinda get used to it.”

(Megumi) “I don’t understand how!”

(Byleth) “I...think I understand how you two feel now. Being transported to some unknown world, not sure what happened to everyone back at home...”

(Kazuma) “Bah, you got the easy end! We’re in a happy cuddly world, lot better to your war torn world!...No offense.”

(Byleth) “Hm. None taken. My world is the Monastery now anyway I don’t care much for outside of it.

(Megumi) “My old world was...enjoyable...until a certain day...”

(Kazuma & Byleth) “Huh?”

(Megumi) “Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to bring the mood down! This is supposed to be a party after all!”

(Kazuma) “This have something to do with your letter you sent out?”

(Megumi) “Ah...”

(Byleth) “Letter?”

(Megumi) “Well...When you said that this was a world without crisis, and it was Earth in modern times I...asked Tom Nook to send out a letter to some former students I taught and my mother.”

(Kazuma) “What are their names?”

(Megumi) “Yuki, Yuuri, and Kurumi. In short, let’s just say...something happened to me that I was no longer able to talk to them so...If this world is truly as peaceful as you say, I wish to experience it with them. My family as well.”

(Sothis) “Hah, that’s much like her. Thinking about others before herself.”

(Kazuma) “Wouldn’t be Megunee if she didn’t right?”

(Megumi) “H-Huh? Who said that?”

Byleth and Kazuma’s eyes widened and Sothis faded away quickly.

(Byleth) “Um...Anyways, so what are we in for, Kazuma?”

(Kazuma) “Well...if this is like Animal Crossing, we’ll be living here for a good long while. We can pretty much relax everyday and do whatever we want. But uh...we’ll be in debt.”

Kazuma loudly sighed.

(Kazuma) “Even in a kid friendly world, my ass is still in debt...”

(Megumi) “Wait, debt?”

(Tom) “Oh, I wouldn’t phrase it that way!”

Everyone jumped up, hearing Tom directly behind them.

(Kazuma) “JESUS!”

(Megumi) “GAH!”

(Byleth) “WHOA!”

(Tom) “Sorry, I did not mean to frighten, haha! I just wanted to let you all know that everyone is heading back to their tent for some shut eye. I’ll be telling you all what’s in store for your new lives tomorrow!”

They looked at each other and nodded.

(Kazuma) “Well, we’re looking forward to our lives here!”

(Megumi) “Indeed!”

(Byleth) “It’ll be interesting.”

(Tom) “Good to hear it, good night!”

Tom nook waved everyone off and went back to the plaza.

(Byleth) “New lives...again.”

(Megumi) “I won’t waste the second chance of life I’ve been given.”

(Kazuma) “Same here...Wait, what?”

(Megumi) “Good night everyone!”

Byleth and Kazuma looked concerned for a moment, but decided to ignore it. After saying good night, they all went to bed.

[heavensturtle]

Day 21: Summer

A short fic for day twenty-one of the YOI 20+ Club’s Daily Art Challenge!

This one is a continuation of Day 20, so read that one first.

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Note: I’m so sorry! This is more than 600 words over my limit of 1000, these two just got away from me and I didn’t want to torture myself any more dragging this storyline out another day!

Also note: Prepare for sappiness overload. Healthy communication and supportive partners are the themes of today’s fic.

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Victor woke to the sound of his phone ringing, lying flat on his back with a marginally-awake Yuuri draped over top of him. He tried to grab for the phone, but his arm was somehow hooked through Yuuri’s, reducing his reach to just a few inches.

“Yuuri,” he begged.

“Noooo,” Yuuri moaned, twisting so he was now on his back, his head falling to the bed just under Victor’s armpit.

That couldn’t be comfortable. But it did free up Victor’s arm, so he grabbed the phone.

“Oh. It’s Phichit.”

Yuuri took the phone. His only contribution to the conversation was a few wordless ‘mms’ before he hung up. Then he tossed the phone somewhere on the bed and proceeded to crawl over Victor like he was trying to climb inside of him. When Victor couldn’t take it anymore he grabbed Yuuri’s shoulders and pulled him against his chest, forcing him to lie still. Yuuri put up no resistance.

“Why are we like this?” Victor complained, “Yuuri? I used to be a morning person.”

“I don’t knoowww. Oh, Victor, I smell awful, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I think that’s me.”

“No, it’s definitely me, you smell amazing.”

Victor, still not used to sleepy Yuuri’s unfiltered commentary, blushed.

Yuuri leapt up, suddenly awake. “Um, Okay! Well, anyway, I’m going to take a quick shower and go see Phichit. You just - stay there.”

Victor frowned. “You don’t want me there?”

“I don’t want to subject you to an excited Phichit this early in the morning. I don’t want to scare you off.”

“So you’re planning on keeping me around, then?”

The comment was meant to be offhand, but it caused Yuuri to squint at Victor like he was trying to decipher him.

“I’m going to go see Phichit, and then I’ll be right back,” he promised. “Do you want me to bring you anything?”

Victor shook his head.

When Yuuri had showered, changed, and left, Victor changed into a clean shirt and boxers and tucked himself into his own bed. Yuuri’s seemed somehow cold without Yuuri there.

He didn’t think he would fall asleep again but the next thing he knew Yuuri was crawling under the covers next to him.

Victor roused. “Yuuri,” he began.

Yuuri pulled Victor’s arm over himself. “Can we just lay here? For an hour?”

Victor scooted closer so he could bury his face in Yuuri’s hair. “Sure. Why?”

“I want to talk to you, but I’m tired and I don’t know how to say it. I don’t want to say the wrong thing. Like I did the other day.”

“Oh,” Victor muttered, “Okay.”

The third time Victor woke up he was still wrapped around Yuuri, who was turning off his phone alarm. Victor lay quietly, trusting Yuuri to start talking when he was ready.

“Victor?” Yuuri broke the silence.

“Hm?”

“Why do you keep talking about me keeping you?”

Victor tensed. “Yuuri, it was a joke.”

“But it sort of wasn’t, right? You mentioned it our second night here, too.”

“That was because you had just said you didn’t need me any more,” Victor retorted, a trace of the hurt from that night resurfacing.

He could feel Yuuri take in a deep breath and then let it out slowly.

“Phichit was right, I didn’t clear anything up, did I?”

“What do you mean?”

“Victor, if I retire tomorrow, will you want to stop taking care of me?”

“Of course not,” he answered automatically. Taking care of Yuuri, and letting Yuuri take care of him, was the only thing in his life aside from skating that made sense.

“Do you think I would want you to stop taking care of me?”

Victor felt his throat constrict. He was glad Yuuri couldn’t see his face. “No?” he guessed.

Yuuri was trembling slightly as he placed his hand over Victor’s and threaded their fingers together. “That’s right. I won’t stop needing you just because I’m not skating. Please don’t stop taking care of me, Victor. Not when I retire. Not ever.”

“I won’t,” Victor assured him, curling even tighter against Yuuri’s back. The smell of the onsen’s shampoo in his hair felt safe, like home.

“Okay,” Yuuri breathed. Then, “But I really do want to keep going. I want to win with you, Victor.”

“You will,” Victor promised, kissing the back of Yuuri’s head.

“I want to keep skating, but I’m willing to quit so that you can compete without being weighed down by me. I would give it up to make you happy.”

“Yuuri,” Victor warned, “I already told you, making a sacrifice like that wouldn’t make me happy.”

“I know. And I feel the same about you. But that’s where I’m confused.” Yuuri paused, like he was gathering his thoughts. “For you, Victor, I don’t know what the sacrifice is. Is it retiring? Or is it to go back to competing when you don’t want to? I thought I knew, but maybe I guessed wrong.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Victor said in a rush, “I’ll do whatever’s the best choice, Yuuri. I- ”

“Is that what you were thinking when you said you were coming back? That it was the best choice?”

“It was the best choice,” Victor pointed out.

“For who?”

Victor paused, unsure of how to answer. It had seemed obvious, before now.

“Victor, you’re…” Yuuri began.

Victor held his breath, dreading whatever came next. Whatever it was that Yuuri had wanted to tell him last night.

What Yuuri said stunned him: “You don’t have to do things just to make other people happy. Victor. You’re allowed to ask for what you want. You’re even allowed to demand it. I won’t always be able to give it to you, but I promise to try.”

“Yuuri,” he started to argue, but then Yuuri began stroking his forearm and Victor fell silent.  

”Can we just try something? Just be Victor. No one knows your name, no one expects anything from you. What do you want?”

Victor, who had been floored more than once during the course of this conversation, felt suddenly cut loose. He started to breathe erratically, like he couldn’t get in enough air, but then Yuuri took one of Victor’s hands and pressed it flat against his chest, and Victor could feel his ribs expanding and contracting, and he tried to match the rhythm.

“I don’t know,” he said when his breathing had finally steadied.

“Try?” Yuuri urged.

“I don’t know if I should say,” he whispered.

“Is it too much?” Yuuri guessed.

Victor nodded, pressed his lips to Yuuri’s hair.

“Victor. Has anything you’ve done so far been too much?” Yuuri asked.

Victor wanted to argue that yes, it had been, every moment beginning with him showing up to coach Yuuri unannounced. But then the evidence to the contrary shifted in his arms, moving somehow even closer, and he reconsidered.

Too much was just fine with Yuuri. Maybe this would be okay.

He started with the most obvious one: “I want to go home with you.”

“You will. In four hours.”

“Every day,” Victor clarified.

“Good. I want you to.”

“I want to get another dog. A rescue. With you.”

“Me too,” Yuuri agreed easily.

He thought about that little triangle pin affixed to his rain jacket back home. “I want to stay in Hasetsu.”

“Okay.”

He squeezed Yuuri’s hand, “I want to buy a house with you.”

“Okay,” Yuuri’s voice was trembling. He curled around Victor’s arms, and Victor curled up with him.

“I want to get married in the summer. I know it will be too hot and not as pretty as the spring, when the cherry blossoms are blooming, but I don’t know - I just feel like… the summer is important for us.”

“Yes,” Yuuri whispered, “Yes, Victor, yes.”

They lay quietly for a moment, Victor’s heart pounding so hard he was sure Yuuri could feel it. He felt electrified, like he needed to run yelling through the halls, or leap between tall buildings, or kiss Yuuri until they missed their flight and had to stay in Barcelona another night.

Or do a quad flip.

The thought had barely entered his mind before Yuuri asked, “Do you want to skate?”

He considered it. He obviously wanted to skate with Yuuri. He wanted to skate with him forever. But as for the rest of it?

“I don’t know,” he said truthfully.

Yuuri turned, then, to face him. He looked carefully at Victor, as though scrutinizing a rare treasure. Then, he leaned forward until their noses brushed. Victor took the invitation and kissed him.

It was soft, but Victor’s heart started racing again anyway.

When Yuuri pulled away, he reached up and ran his fingers across Victor’s cheek and into his hair.

“It’s okay to not know,” Yuuri said.

Was it?

Victor’s thoughts must have read clearly on his face, because Yuuri repeated: “It is okay to not know.”

“Yuuri,” Victor murmured, reaching for him, and then they were kissing again.  

When they broke apart this time, Yuuri said, “Will you do me a favor, though?”

“Anything.”

“Will you schedule some coaching sessions with Yakov?”

Victor frowned.

Yuuri went on, “You’ll need them if you’re going to prepare two programs for Worlds.”

Victor was startled. “I don’t see- ” he began.

“They don’t need to be new programs, I know you have a bunch you’ve never performed. But you know the ISU will invite you even if you don’t compete at Nationals. And when that happens - yes, it will happen,” Yuuri emphasized at the look on Victor’s face, “When that happens, I want you to be able to turn them down because you want to, not because you have to. I want you to have a real choice.”

“Yuuri,” Victor breathed. His chest ached.

“If I am going to take you from the world,” Yuuri said with a tiny, satisfied smile, “I want to do it properly.”

[victorkatsun]

Prism; A Y!!!OI AU

❄ ; Victor and Yuuri grow up together through their teens, becoming best friends over tournaments and competitions. Feelings ensue, and distance gets in the middle, but there are some bonds that belong to the unbreakable kind. Every year something new happens, and as time goes by everything changes, but not them. After all true love, as they say, is finding your soulmate in your best friend.

.* :✧･ ｡ﾟPlease like or reblog, it helps me a lot ! Hopefully you will give this a shot, and if you do tell me what you thought about it 💙 ! 

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It’s Yuuri who greets him, running to the door and hugging him viciously as soon as the iron door is out of their way. He jumps into the other boy’s arms without thinking and breathes hurriedly as snow piles slowly over their hot heads.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t pick you up at the airport.” He says and Minako, who did pick him up and came on the train with Victor, chuckles loudly.

“It’s no problem, Yuuri. I’m here now.” In the past months, Victor’s voice left his whining tone behind and dropped several octaves lower. He doesn’t sound like a child anymore, Yuuri hears certain strength and resilience on him. It’s rich, sweet and powerful. It fits Victor and messes horribly with Yuuri’s gut.

When they talked over grainy video calls, he didn’t sound this mature, this real and Yuuri felt his knees give in at the sound of soft maturity coming from Victor’s throat.

He lets go of him and bows at Victor before reaching for the suitcases when Victor pulls his hand in his own direction.

“It’s okay, I got it.” He says, thinking Victor doesn’t want him to take his luggage.

“Yuuri.” It is then when he lifts his head up, almost gasping when he sees Victor’s silver locks gone and a much, much shorter and fashionable haircut instead. It looks sleek, still soft but also sharp. It's short on the sides and at the back of his head, very short. The top’s longer with a fringe falling in front of his face, almost covering up one eye. It’s hot.

Last time Yuuri saw Victor his long hair was still brushing his shoulders, the streaks of silver perfectly silky in a way that could only be described as luscious, as it had always been. But now its got edge, it’s masculine, too masculine, and Yuuri realizes Victor is not just a pretty baby boy now. Victor turned into a full-blown sex icon with nothing but a decent haircut.

Yuuri yelps. He can’t think like that.

“You look like a model~” He tries to sound teasing, but his voice is rough and small at the same time. Victor blushes.

“Is it horrible?” His complaints are proven to be annoying when even that heady voice can’t make him sound less like a child, and Yuuri feels like laughing. “You hate it!”

‘I hate that I can’t tell you what I really think about it’, Yuuri wants to say but he shakes his head,

“I don’t!” He swears. “It’s pretty, it suits you, you look older. But good older. Not old older.” He scrunches up his nose and Victor lets out a relieved laugh.

“I thought you’d kill me.”

Yuuri rolls his eyes. What he is immune to, though, it’s Victor’s excessive dramatism.

“I’m sure I’ll have plenty of other chances in the future, Vitya.” He huffs, sarcastic, and now he grabs his friend’s suitcase.

“Cheeky ~” Victor laughs, amusedly, and follows Yuuri with his backpack still behind him. Minako is following them closely, muttering something to herself.

“Otosan, Okasan!” Yuuri calls, yelling in rushed Japanese for his parents. “Victor-san is here!”

[angelofthequeers]

Hold Me By Both Hands: Chapter 18

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

No, I did not use YOI because it's the only anime I've ever seen

Chapter 17 | Chapter 19 | AO3 link

There’s a soft tapping on Marinette’s hatch door as she’s just finishing off the last of the homework that Alya had dropped off after school. She frowns and looks up from her desk. Is that Chat Noir? Or just a stray stick dropping on her balcony? When the tapping sounds again, Marinette has her answer, and she sets her homework aside with a sigh, then climbs up the ladder to her bed and slowly reaches up to push the hatch open.

“Chat Noir?” she says when a familiar face appears in the hatch entrance, the illumination of Marinette’s room reflecting off the person’s skin and golden hair, contrasting starkly with the night sky outside. Chat Noir grins, but it’s nowhere near as cocky as usual.

“Hey, princess,” he says. “Just thought I’d drop by while I was out on the town. It’s been a wild night, y’know. Parties, dancing, making out…”

“Only in your dreams,” Marinette teases, rolling her eyes. Chat Noir rolls his eyes back.

“Okay, yeah, it sucks. So did my day, to be honest. Got any room in there for a stray?”

How can Marinette resist those green eyes? With a smile, she shuffles aside on her bed and says, “Well, I suppose I do need a good deed for the week.”

“How kind of you,” Chat Noir deadpans. He slips through the opening with all the grace of a real cat, landing lightly on her bed and leaping off as she pulls the hatch shut. “Pretend I just took my boots off.”

Marinette rolls her eyes at the shoes comment. “You said you talk to Adrien, right?” she says as Chat Noir makes himself comfortable on the chaise lounge. “Did you get to talk to him today? The only time he messaged me was to tell me that he’s alright, but…I’m worried about him. His father’s been getting stricter and stricter lately.”

For a split second, Chat Noir looks at Marinette as though she’s some kind of angel, although the look is so fleeting that she’d probably just imagined it. Then he shrugs and says, “He’s okay. As well as he can be with his father breathing down his neck. But trust me, he wouldn’t want you to worry about him.”

“I can’t help it. He’s a really good friend. And it’s finally sinking in that he’s not “just” a friend and that being friends isn’t, like, second place to being with him.”

“He must be a really good friend, if you jump in front of an akuma for him,” Chat Noir says. Marinette sits down on the chaise lounge with him, hugging her knees to her chest, so he shuffles over to give her more room and curls up in a very cat-like manner.

“I don’t even know what I was thinking,” Marinette says, undoing her pigtails. She might have started changing up her hairstyle every now and then, but pigtails are still a comforting constant for her. And her autistic brain loves comforting constants. “I saw Adrien in danger, and I just…wow. All I could think was that I didn’t want him to get hurt.”

“You still shouldn’t put yourself in danger like that. You’re my favourite civilian.”

“Aww, I’m honoured that the great Chat Noir likes me,” Marinette teases. Chat Noir gives her a sly grin.

“You should be, princess. We both know I’m the prettier superhero.”

“I thought that was Ladybug.”

“That’s what she wants you to think.” Chat Noir winks. “But between you and me, I’m a real cat-ch.”

Marinette groans and gently kicks him. “You can get out of here if you start making puns. Although I would wonder if an akuma had gotten you if you didn’t make your puns. I’m already questioning the universe because Chloé’s trying to be nice?”

“She is?” Chat Noir says. “I heard about the whole fire department thing, and Adrien told me that he’s not her friend anymore.”

“Yeah, she cornered me in the bathroom and demanded that I help her learn how to be nice. But I don’t think she can be until she figures out why she wants to be nice beyond just getting Adrien back as a friend. I’ve been there when it comes to doing stuff to impress a boy.”

“You think she will find a reason?” Chat Noir says in an odd voice. Marinette shrugs.

“I sure hope so. Is it selfish for me to feel this way? Because if Chloé’s nice, she’s not making my life hell.”

“It’s not selfish if you think of everyone else who’ll also be spared,” Chat Noir says with a wink. Marinette’s lips twitch at that.

“Okay, yeah, you’ve got a point. I told her that she should try and be someone that Ladybug’s proud of, so I hope that’s a good enough starting point. Speaking of…did you end up telling Ladybug that you’re in love with her?”

Chat Noir’s smile melts into a serious look. He sits up, runs a hand through his hair, then sighs, “Yeah, after we defeated Despair Bear. She doesn’t feel the same way.”

“Aww. I’m sorry, kitty.” Marinette shuffles along the seat and sits so that her legs are tucked under her and she’s leaning against Chat in a casual kind of hug. She’s keenly aware that she’s Ladybug and she’s the one who rejected him, but Marinette’s not supposed to know that. And it would be very insensitive of Marinette to not follow up with her friend.

“Don’t be. I’m actually kind of glad that I know for sure, to be honest. I mean, she already told me she was in love with someone else but having her outright confirm that there wasn’t a chance for us…it’s helping me sort my feelings out.”

“You’re not in love with her anymore?” Marinette’s stomach twists, although she can’t possibly figure out why. This is a good thing, after all; now Chat Noir’s not stuck with unrequited feelings.

“I think I always will love her. But it’s like what you said about Adrien, isn’t it? About how being friends shouldn’t be a consolation prize?”

Marinette lets out a small laugh. “Here’s to close friendships. Want to watch something together? I can go and get snacks from downstairs.”

“Dupain-Cheng pastries?” Chat Noir practically has stars in his eyes. “Like I’d ever say no, princess.”

When Marinette comes back with a small box of chocolate croissants and macarons, Chat Noir’s already got a show lined up on her computer. She drags the chaise lounge across the room and squints at the screen, then groans and says, “Really, Chat? An anime?”

“It’s a good one!” Chat Noir says rather defensively. “So long as you don’t go too deep into the fanbase.”

“Okay, okay.” Marinette sits down next to him. “Yuri!!! On Ice? What’s it about?”

“Ice skating. Trust me, Marinette, you’ll love it.”

“I suppose I’ll have to trust your judgement.”

Marinette’s pleasantly surprised to find that Chat Noir’s right and she does end up really enjoying the show. She nearly cries at just how relatable Yuuri’s anxiety is – it’s like someone shoved her into the show, to be quite honest – and she’s so invested in his and Viktor’s relationship that when they finally share their ice kiss, she ends up squealing and clinging to Chat Noir’s arm. He just grins and leans into her touch.

Marinette tries to stay awake for the whole show, since it’s only got a few more episodes. But it’s late and she’s fairly tired after the sleepover from last night, so it’s inevitable that she ends up slipping away to the sandman soon after Viktor and Yuuri’s unofficial proposal. She’s lulled to sleep by the scent and warmth of her partner, like the world’s most comfortable blanket, and there’s a soft rumbling to soothe her as she drifts but she doesn’t have the energy to open her mouth and ask if he’s purring.

Huh. Maybe Adrien picked up the purring from him, because it’s just like having Adrien as her pillow as she drifts off.

.

This is both the best and worst situation that Chat Noir’s ever been in. Best because Marinette is asleep against him, but worst because Marinette is asleep against him. How exactly is he supposed to function when he’s got an angel asleep beside him, using him as a pillow?

Okay, so she’s not pursuing Adrien anymore, but still.

Unfortunately, he has to cut this short. He may have managed to sneak out for a few hours after “going to bed”, but he’s got no doubt that Nathalie will come and check on him at some point to make sure he’s “feeling better”. And the last thing he needs is for her to find an empty bed.

Marinette stirring and snuggling into his side, her loose hair draping over his chest and releasing the smell of strawberries, is almost enough to break his resolve. Almost. But if he selfishly grabs for a few more minutes of this, he won’t be able to come back at later dates due to heavier surveillance, so it’s really for the best that he leaves now.

Carefully, he reaches out to close the internet tab but leaves her browser up on Pinterest so that he doesn’t feel like he’s snooping; god knows how he would’ve felt if someone had found all his Ladybug pictures a few weeks ago. He scoops Marinette up bridal style and carries her to bed, although it’s a bit of a struggle to get up the ladder while not dropping her or waking her up. She’s still wearing her usual outfit rather than her pyjamas, but Chat Noir doesn’t even want to go near the implication of changing her into her pyjamas with a ten-foot pole, so he carefully tucks her into bed, jumps back down to turn off her bedroom lights, and then streaks out through the hatch and into the night before his head can explode at the thought of helping Marinette change.

“You make me sick,” is the first thing Plagg whines when Adrien’s at home and detransformed, then changing into his own pyjamas. “First Ladybug, then Marinette. You’re so disgustingly gooey.”

“I can’t help it, Plagg!” Adrien grabs their class photos off his desk and flops on his bed. His heart flutters wildly upon seeing Marinette’s smiling face in each one, and he sighs and smiles dreamily at them. “How did I never notice her like this before? She’s so – so sweet, and caring, and passionate –”

“Blech!” Plagg darts for his fridge of Camembert. “You’re horrible! You shoulda been one of Tikki’s, not mine!”

“What do I do, though?” Adrien’s face falls. “She doesn’t want to be with me anymore. And I’m happy being her friend, but…I feel like I’m going to melt every time she touches me!”

“Gross! I don’t need to hear this!”

“What – not like that!” Blood rushes to Adrien’s cheeks at Plagg’s implication. “Fine, you’re no help at all. I’ll just have to figure out for myself how to not die every time I’m around her.”

Plagg rolls his eyes and stuffs a wedge of cheese in his mouth. “You’re fifteen,” he deadpans. “You only just realised you liked her the other day. You’re literally like any other teenager.”

“I know that,” Adrien says rather sulkily. “But that doesn’t make it any easier.”

“Too bad, buttercup. Suck it up and deal with it. You wanted to be a real teenager? Now you get to be a real teenager. Not all sunshine and rainbows, huh?”

“Just eat your cheese,” Adrien scowls. Plagg cackles and returns to his feast, so Adrien turns away from him and looks back at the photos. Marinette once again brings a soft smile to his face. He’ll have to turn into Chat Noir and visit her again soon, and not for any creepy reasons like perving on her in her room or deceiving her with another identity. If Adrien can’t hang out with his friends as much as he’d like, well, there’s no reason why Chat Noir shouldn’t be able to do so.

[midnightrellik]

Ohh cool! You write for Yuri On Ice! I havent seen that before! May I request Yuuri K. takes s/o ice skating for their first time and and they s u c k so they have to cling to Yuuri? owo Understandable if you don’t want to do this, but Thank you if you do!

//I related to this waaaaaaaaaaay too much... I'm terrible at ice skating ;-; I also haven't watched this in ages so hope I do okay! This took way too long to write for how short it is. I'm sorry ;-;

Stepping into the building sent a shiver up your spine from the sudden temperature change. You couldn't tell if it was colder inside or outside at this rate. Despite this however, you just relished in the warmth that enveloped your hand that was being held by your sweet boyfriend. You gazed up at him as he practically beamed at the sight of the ice. Ever since meeting his hero, you couldn't help but notice your dear Yuuri's excitement, passion and determination was getting stronger. When he had come home after not doing so well, and had fattened back up, you didn't know what to do. You tried to get him back on the ice but he refused. Of course, he eventually did get back up and some of the weight dropped back off, but it wasn't until Viktor came around that things really changed.

"Go take a seat (Y/N), I'll go get you some ice skates," Yuuri spoke softly, breaking you out of your trance. Awe, he was blushing. Most likely from your gaze. "Okay," you agreed with a nod and reluctantly let go of his hand to head off to one of the seats by the rink while he walked off to pay for your session and hire your skates. You had never been ice skating before, despite the fact that you had been dating Yuuri for a couple years now. You were too afraid of making a fool out of yourself, not to mention, you've never had very good balance, so you knew for a fact that you would fall over constantly.

Playing with your gloved fingers as you waited, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Maybe you could have a go at this another time? After all, it wasn't like the skating rink would shut down any time soon so you could always come back when your balance was better... But then again, here comes Yuuri, smiling from ear to ear at the thought of finally getting to skate with you. 'God, why the hell did I have to fall in love with a cinnamon roll?' you thought to yourself, giving him a big smile when he made it over to you with the skates. "I'll help you get these on before putting my own on. This is going to be fun," He claimed, placing both sets of skates beside you. Seeing him smiling the way he was brought butterflies to your stomach. You couldn't possibly turn around and say no now.

"You know I've never done this before, right Yuuri?" You double checked; nervousness evident in your voice. You couldn't help it. No one enjoyed falling on their ass over and over again, let alone just once. Your boyfriend nodded his head and smiled at you, untying your shoes. "Yeah, of course. You're never going to learn if you don't try though. Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't fall too much," he assured you with that oh so sweet smile of his. Your heart melted just a little, but your nerves didn't diminish just yet.

So now here you were, holding on tightly to the edge of the rink, trying to get your balance as Yuuri gently instructed you on how to stand properly. "It's okay (Y/N), that's it. Now push off and glide towards me. Don't step, just push," he tried to guide you. You chewed on your bottom lip lightly and pushed off the wall, moving smoothly for a moment before your legs came out from under you and you landed on the ice below. "Damn it," you huffed, carefully standing back up and struggling to get your balance again without the wall to help. This one fall was followed by another and another shortly after and you were slowly beginning to lose hope.

"Yuuri, I can't do this," you whined, staring up at your still standing boyfriend with a small frown. You didn't want to spoil his fun, but you weren't enjoying yourself. Yuri offered you a hand and gave a small smile. "Come on, one more try. We'll try something different this time," he encouraged you. You were sceptical, but took his hand anyway, wobbling a little as you regained your balance. Then, right when you thought Yuri would let you go to try again, he pulled you closer. "Uh... h-hold onto me," he instructed somewhat shyly. Smiling at his sudden change in colour, you gently wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed his hands on your hips. Then, he started to move. You tensed up at first, keeping your feet still as he skated backwards, pulling you along. "You're okay, just relax," he cooed to you. "We can try again properly another time."