#i LOVE when skaters kiss the ice i get so sappy about it

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DONOVAN!!!!!

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New chapter of Put It In Reverse For Thirst: my story about married Viktuuri writing a role-reversal fanfic

I've always loved the headcanon that established Viktuuri would enjoy writing sappy fanfiction together, and especially love Yuri!!! On Ice role-reversal fanfics, so decided to combine these two ideas! The result is my 4 chapter meta fic called Put It In Reverse For Thirst, which you can read here.

This story centers around Yuuri and Viktor -- who at this point, have been married for just over one year -- reading/role-playing their friends-to-lovers fic about 23-year-old skater Viktor revealing his feelings for his coach: "Living Legend" Katsuki Yuuri.

The chapter I just uploaded was my favorite to write, as it involved the highly sappy in-fic love confession, which, unsurprisingly, makes "real life" Viktuuri emotional when reading it. I'm including an excerpt of the latest chapter below, and hope you'll check it out and/or subscribe so you're updated when it's complete! Note: the final chapter will be pure smut, so make sure to read the tags. Also, the portion in brackets below is from their fic, while everything below is their "real life" exchange

(Content warning: implied sexual content)

---- [Drawing from the well of quiet courage that had grown deeper and deeper since their conversation in Turin, Viktor channeled the hope that had sparked to life in his chest when Yuuri had held him and told him with such sincerity that he wished he’d never retire.

“Since the Grand Prix Final, especially, there've been so many times where I’ve wondered if the d-depth of what you feel for me is in any way comparable to what I feel for you,” he managed to get out, every word imbued with rawness and aching intensity. “Because for the first time in my life, it feels like I’ve found someone that I want to h-hold onto, and even though I don’t really know what to call that feeling, there’s only one word that seems to make sense.”

And damn his tear ducts, because his eyes were beginning to stream]

“Awww, lyubimiy,” Viktor mumbled in interruption, as the wet sensation on his forehead alerted him to the tears that had begun to drip down from above. “I know just how you feel.”

He craned his head upwards to kiss along Yuuri’s ticklish jawline, his stomach swooping with joy at the sound of the resulting laughter.

“Let’s take a vote: by the time we’re done roleplaying, do you think the liquid volume of the tears we’ve cried will be more or less than our fic selves?” Yuuri asked him, pushing his glasses up to wipe at his eyes.

“Hmmm….”

A spark of impishness flickered to life in Viktor’s mind. He waited until his spouse resituated his glasses before affecting a decidedly contemplative look and tapping at his lips.

“Does the type of crying matter?” he questioned in reply, matching the answering head tilt with one of his own.

“I ask, because on several occasions, you’ve been known to fuck me so good that I cry,” he went on, keeping his face neutral even as Yuuri burst into giggles.

“Vitya!”

Viktor smirked and leaned over, reaching for his lip cream.

“Am I wrong, though?” he leeringly asked, while unscrewing the lid.

“In fact, I believe it was just last week that you pinned me to the kitchen countertop and made me come, untouched.”

He preened internally at the smile now affixed to Yuuri’s face. No matter how long they’d been together, he always found the sight of his husband like this – radiating joy – to be immensely beautiful.

“No, you’re not wrong,” Yuuri giddily responded, before closing the gap to kiss him.

Viktor reciprocated with a happy hum, and they enjoyed the tranquil closeness for a few minutes.

“Hmmm…as much as I love making you cry that way, I’ll have to remind you, baby: our fic-selves are in the middle of a competition, hence our rationale for not having them go ‘all the way’ so to speak,” Yuuri noted after breaking away.

A mischievous glint entered his eyes.

“At least not in this particular story. There’s certainly nothing stopping us from writing an entire smut series around their debauched future adventures,” he went on, with a fair amount of heat in his voice.

Viktor grinned, recalling their debate around the merits of realism versus indulgence.

“True, though I should remind you that we’re under no obligation to stick purely to what’s on the page,” he sultrily whispered, before angling his head and latching his mouth onto his love’s neck.

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Never Let You Go

This is the last of the little winter stories that i finished but didn’t post back then. i like how it came out so hopefully some of you will too. Thanks for reading.

@bakubabes-hatake​ this is the story i was talking about and @kingtamakimurder​ in case you’re interested. <3

i made the banner :)

Warnings: None really, one little curse word if you can call it that, one little suggestive part, and fluffy sappy fluff.

Word count: 2705

         Kuroo enters the bathroom of your shared apartment while you’re taking a shower.

         “Hey kitten?”

         You pop your head out around the shower curtain, keeping the rest of your body covered.

         “What is it Tetsu? Did you want to join me?” You ask with a smirk.

         “That’s a very tempting offer.” He smirks and appears to be thinking it over carefully. “Very tempting.”

He licks his lips as he eyes the shadowed outline of your concealed body before ultimately shaking his head.

“I’d really like to but I have to go get something from Kenma’s real quick. That’s what I came in here to say before you tried to lure me in with your siren song, you sexy little temptress.”

You laugh.

“Oh ok fine. What do you have to get?”

“That’s a surprise. Now you just finish getting ready and I’ll be back soon. Make sure you wear warm clothes, it’s cold outside and I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Ok I will. Tell Kenma I said hi and make sure you drive carefully. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He gives you a playful grin before going over and giving you a peck on the lips, trying to see around the curtain to get a look at your naked form.

“Tetsu!” You chide him as you playfully hit his shoulder and laugh at his antics.

He laughs as well and then gives you another little peck on the lips before leaving.

You finish up in the shower and head into your bedroom to get dressed.

  It was Christmas Eve and you and Kuroo were going on a date to a nearby Christmas market. It took place every year but this was the first time that the two of you would be attending.

You finish getting dressed as you hear the door open and then close. I guess he’s back, you think.

“Tetsuro?” You call out.

“Yeah kitten, I’ll be right there.”

You head for the living room when you see him emerge from the spare bedroom and quickly close the door behind him.

He must have hidden my present in there, you think to yourself.

“All ready to go?” He asks as he starts ushering you towards the front door,

“Yeah let’s go.”

You grab your coat and gloves and put them on. You feel something soft and warm touch your neck as Kuroo starts wrapping a scarf around you.

“Don’t forget this.”

“This is your scarf though. What are you going to wear?”

“Don’t worry, I have an extra.” He takes another scarf out of the closet and puts it on.

You bury your nose in the soft fabric and breathe in the scent of him. Cinnamon and a warm subtle vanilla, that was what he smelled like, you loved that smell. You let out a happy contented sigh as you exhale.

“What was that for?”

“Nothing. I just love your scent. You smell like home and it always makes me feel safe and warm.” You smile lovingly up at him.

With adoration in his eyes, he returns your smile and then kisses the top of your head. He intertwines his fingers with yours and the two of you head out to your date.

  Twenty minutes later, the two of you are exploring the marketplace hand in hand.

Multiple stalls line the perimeter of the area, each adorned with Christmas lights and décor and selling something different. Christmas villages and ornaments, stockings, statues of Santa and his reindeer, and other assorted holiday decorations along with other things like shirts, handmade jewelry, and trinkets. There were also a few stalls selling warm drinks and various baked treats.

And right in the middle of the area stood a giant fir tree, beautifully decorated in lights and ornaments and encircled by a small ice skating rink. The both of you look up at it for a few minutes, in awe of its sheer height alone, admiring the colorful twinkling lights and the way they illuminated the ice below.

The atmosphere was cheerful and lively and the two of you soon found yourselves swept up in the feeling as you made your way from stall to stall browsing their selections.

 “Do you want to get something to drink now kitten?”

“Sounds good.”

You and Kuroo make your way over to the stall selling the drinks and get on the line. As you wait to reach the counter, you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest. He wraps his arms around you and holds you against him.

“What’s the matter? Is your face cold?”

“A little, but maybe I just wanted to hug my wonderful boyfriend.” You say as you gaze up at him.

“Oya?”

“Oya oya.”

You both laugh.

“I love you Tetsu.”

“As you should.” He smirks teasingly at you.

“Hey!”

Kuroo laughs.

“You know I love you too Chibi-chan.”

He gives you a kiss on the forehead and pulls you tighter against him. You bury your face in his chest once more when you hear a voice speak. With your arms still around each other, the two of you turn your heads in the direction the voice came from.

“How sweet. The two of you are such a cute couple.” An elderly lady says from her position behind you on line.

“Thank you ma’am.” Kuroo says with a charming smile.

“How long have you been together?”

“I have had the honor of calling this beautiful lady mine for six years now. We met on our very first day of college.”

“Oh that’s wonderful.”

Kuroo exchanges some more polite small talk with the lady before excusing himself from the conversation to place your drink order. He pays the vendor and then takes the drinks, handing you yours as the two of you sit together on a nearby bench.

You slip your arm around Kuroo’s and cuddle up to him as you sip at your drink and watch people skate around the giant tree.

“Do you want to go ice skating after we finish these?” Kuroo asks when he sees you watching the ice skaters.

“I don’t think so, I’ll spend the entire time on the ground. I’m not a natural athlete like you after all.”

“Oh come on kitten, you know I would never let you fall…unless it was in love with me.” He gives you a sly grin.

You laugh and playfully hit his arm.

“You’re such a dork sometimes, Tetsu.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork right?”

“Always.” You lean over and give him a little kiss on the lips.

“So do you want to give skating a try? I promise I won’t let you fall.”

“Ok but I’m going to hold you to that promise.”

“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me Chibi-chan.”

“Yeah I know.” You smile up at him.

  You finish your drinks and rent some ice skates.

After you put them on, you cautiously make your way to the ice with Kuroo standing beside you. He goes out onto the ice and extends his hand for you to take. You do so and step out onto the ice next to him. You immediately slip and begin losing your balance expecting to go crashing to the ground but you don’t. Kuroo has his free arm wrapped around your waist holding you tight against him steadying your balance.

You look up at him with a slightly surprised expression on your face. He gives you a big smile.

“I told you that I wouldn’t let you fall. Now just follow my lead kitten, I’ve got you.”

He slowly glides on one foot and then the other, never releasing his hold on you, as the two of you begin making your way around the rink. You imitate his motion and slowly start feeling a little less apprehensive with your skating ability.

After a little bit you start to slightly pick up speed, smiling and laughing with Kuroo as you grow more confident in your skating prowess.

“I can try skating by myself so you can go faster and not have to focus all your attention on me.”

“But I like focusing all my attention on you Chibi-chan and I promised I wouldn’t let you fall so I’m not letting you go. Don’t you like being in my arms?”

“You know that I do. It’s my favorite place to be.”

Kuroo smiles and kisses your forehead.

You skate for a little while longer, thoroughly enjoying yourself, until it begins to snow fairly heavily.

“I think we should probably head home now, we don’t want to get sick.”

“Ok baby.” You respond while nodding.

After returning your skates you make your way home.

  You rush into your warm apartment to escape the cold having been quite chilled by the snow. You both begin removing your outerwear and hanging it up.

“We better get out of these wet clothes.” You say as you take a few steps in the direction of your bedroom.

“Oh is that an invitation? Because I would be happy to get you out of your clothes kitten.” He gives you a suggestive smirk.

You glance over your shoulder at him.

“Oh you’re so bad, Tetsu.”

He wraps his arms around your waist from behind and pulls you back against him before you can continue onto the bedroom. You feel him press his soft lips against your neck.

“Yeah and you love it.” He says with a growl into your ear, causing you to giggle, before letting you go with a slap to your ass.

“Ok let’s get changed.”

You glance back at him once more as you rub where he slapped you and head into your bedroom. Kuroo follows close behind and quickly changes out of his wet clothes and into a t-shirt and sweatpants.

“Do you want me to make you some tea, kitten?”

“Yes please, that would be great.”

He presses a kiss to your temple before heading to the kitchen.

You change into some comfy pajamas and then pull on one of Kuroo’s hoodies. You go into the living room and sit on the couch admiring your decorated tree as the room is cast in a colorful glow.

“Aww, don’t you look adorable in my clothes.” He says as he enters the room carrying a mug.

He places in onto the coffee table before sitting next to you.

“It’s warm and cozy and it smells like you.” You smile.

“But why settle for my clothes when I’m right here, Chibi-chan?”

He holds his arms out to you as he swings his one leg onto the couch and leans back. You crawl into his lap and pick up the mug before carefully settling back against his chest.

“You’re right. This is much better than just your hoodie.”

“See? I know these things, you should just listen to me.” He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist. “Did you have a good time tonight?”

“Yes! It was a lot of fun but I always have fun when I’m with you, baby. I’m so lucky to have you.”

“You are lucky but I’m even luckier because I have you.”

“Aww, you’re so sweet. I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you.” He kisses the top of your head.

You take a sip of your tea after blowing on it a bit, the two of you watching the lights of the tree twinkle.

“I can’t believe tomorrow is Christmas already. Is Kenma still coming over for dinner?”

“Yes he is. He said he’s looking forward to it but I think he’s most excited for dessert and your homemade apple pie.” He laughs a bit. “Oh and Bokuto is coming too, sorry I meant to tell you earlier.”

“Oh good. The more the merrier.”

You continue to discuss your Christmas day plans while Kuroo holds you and you drink your tea. Just as you are about to say something else, however, you hear a noise come from the spare bedroom. You furrow your brow and sit up.

“Did you hear that just now?” You ask Kuroo.

“Hear what?”

“Some kind of scratching noise coming from the spare bedroom.”

“No, I didn’t hear anything.”

You listen closely to see if it happens again and it does. A scratching sound emanates from the spare bedroom followed by a soft high pitched sound. You put your mug on the table and look at Kuroo.

“Oh come on, you must have heard that. Do you think an animal got in while we were out?”

You see him look at the clock and so you do too, almost midnight.

“Close enough.” He mumbles.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. I’ll go check it out, you wait here.”

He heads to the spare room and you hear him open and then close the door behind him. You wait on the couch listening intently as the minutes tick by.

After fifteen minutes, you start to grow concerned.

“Tetsu? Is everything ok?” You call out.

You’re just about to get up and investigate when you hear the door open and in walks Kuroo carrying something fluffy in his arms. He comes over to the couch and hands you the little ball of fluff.

“Merry Christmas kitten.”

A little black kitten looks up at you with eyes the same color as Kuroo’s. It gives a little meow as it looks at you.

Your face breaks into a big smile as you look from the kitten to him and back to the kitten.

“Oh my gosh! He’s so cute!” You practically squeal in delight. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“It’s a boy.”

“Tetsu, he has the same color eyes as you!”

You gently hug the kitten to your chest and look up at Kuroo.

“Is that why you picked him?”

“It’s a possibility.” He says with a smirk as he sits next to you on the couch.

You lean back and put the kitten on your chest.

“Aren’t you adorable?” You coo as you pet him. “What’s his name?”

“Whatever you want it to be.”

“Should I call him Tetsu junior, since he looks like you?” You give him a goofy grin.

“If that’s what you want.” He laughs.

“He’s purring, I think he likes it. Aww, you even tied a bow around his neck. Is that why you took so long?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to strangle the little guy.”

“He’s amazing and so are you baby. Thank you.” You give Kuroo a sweet kiss and then turn back to the kitten.

As you pick him up and give his cute little nose a kiss, you notice something glint with the nearby Christmas lights.

“What’s this?”

You put the kitten on your chest once again and carefully remove the bow from around his neck. You free the object from the Christmas ribbon and feel your eyes widen and your mouth drop open.

“Is this what I think it is?”

You turn to look at Kuroo and find him on one knee next to you.

“Tetsu?” You ask, surprise evident in your voice.

“I have had the honor of calling you mine for the past six years and I’ve loved every moment of it. Now I want nothing more than to be able to continue having that honor for the rest of forever. Will you let me?”

You nod but allow him to continue.

“I love you my Chibi-chan. I want you to be mine always. Will you marry me?”

“Yes Tetsu! I’d never let you go, I’ll be yours forever. I love you so much, baby.”

Kuroo gives you a big happy grin as he slides the ring onto your finger. He wraps his arms around you and gives you a loving passionate kiss. Before it can become more heated, however, you are interrupted by a tiny meow of protest from the kitten caught between the two of you.

You both laugh before Kuroo sits back on the couch and pulls you against him. With smiles on your faces, you both turn your attention to the little ball of fluff as Kuroo holds the two of you close, the lights of the tree twinkling in the background.

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Underrated Yuri on Ice Fics (Part 2!)

*cracks knuckles* All right, here we go.

People wanted more underrated YOI fic recommendations, so I’m here to provide. Please read these fics if you’re interested and give them some love! (Oh, and feel free to send any fics you think should be added to the list my way. Perhaps I’ll make a part three of this someday.)

You, in Sunlight by pandabomb [ T // 3.5K words // complete ]

Summary: To acquaintances and strangers, Viktor was excellent at hiding his true feelings. Yuuri was beginning to forget what it meant to be a stranger to him.

A soft, quiet snapshot from Yuuri and Viktor's earliest days in St. Petersburg together.

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Some much needed contextualizing of Yuuri settling into life in St. Petersburg and Victor becoming acclimated to his new role as skater, coach, and fiancé. Just unbearably sweet all around.

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Comfort and Joy by sublime_jumbles [ G // 3.5K words // complete ]

Summary: The Japanese restaurant with the most stars on Yelp doesn't open until eleven, but that's all right. Yuuri is still sleeping soundly then, as Viktor gets up, gets dressed with the silent speed of a quick change, and scrawls a note in hasty English on a slip of hotel stationery.

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Just some sweet fluff post-episode twelve. Victor wakes before Yuuri and decides to spoil him while they’re still in their hotel in Barcelona. It’s adorable and also has some great pro-chubby Yuuri Katsuki content, so it gets an A from me.

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Here Comes a Thought by @crossroadswrite [ G // 7K words // complete ]

Summary: Yuuri dreams about his last competition a lot. How could he not when it changed his life so viscerally.

In his dreams, it’s always falling. It’s never hitting the ground, because Yuuri knows what happens when he hits the ground – torn ACL, mild concussion and a nasty bruise on his head that had lasted for weeks. It’s never the pain he’s afraid of in his dreams, Yuuri’s well used to pain.

It’s the act of falling, the promise of pain and failure. It’s what falling means. It haunts Yuuri, even now when the bruise on his head is completely gone and his knee is slowly healing.

(Or: Yuuri struggles with being forced into retirement by an injury, Victor struggles with getting Yuuri to talk about it, and they still love each other through all of it.)

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This fic made me sob like a little bitch.

Yeah. It’s just that good.

It’s so heart-wrenching but so them. It hurts in all the best ways. And it’s also the reason I can’t ever go to an aquarium again without feeling just a bit morose.

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A Place for You and Me by whatsup_buttercup [ E // 5K words // complete ]

Summary: “Be careful in the hallway,” Viktor says. “I had to move the bookshelf out of the bedroom.”

A famous interior decorator from a magazine placed that bookshelf there two years ago. Yuuri remembers the glossy spread about Viktor Nikiforov’s modern apartment very well. It’s still in a protective plastic cover in his parent’s attic. “Why?”

“I bought something new,” Viktor says, cryptic.

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Omegaverse! Yuuri’s stubborn pride rears its ugly head here, and it feels so in-character. Poor Victor is just trying his best--but when they fail, they fail together.

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Hopeless, Breathless, Baby Can’t You See? by xylophones [ G // 15.5K words // complete ]

Summary: The weekend of last year’s Rostelecom cup, Yuuri Katsuki declared his love for fried pork in a press conference, got caught by paparazzi rescuing a dog from a river, revealed a short program costume that showed off his multitude of soulmate marks, and broke Viktor’s world record. All while being, objectively, the cutest human being on the planet.

The entire skating world–– including Viktor–– fell in love instantly.

Or: a soulmate au where the first time you touch your soulmate(s), colored marks appear on your skin. Yuuri has more marks than Viktor’s ever seen on someone. Viktor has none.

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This is one of my new favorite YOI fics--if not my absolute favorite. I’m a sucker for a good soulmate AU, and this is one of the best: feel-sy, subversive, and stunningly gorgeous. Please read this one! You won’t regret it.

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Tangerine Trees, Marmalade Skies by @ebenroot [ T // 6.5K words // complete ]

Summary: It’s not that Yuri thinks Victor is a big fat liar. It just, well, Yuri thinks Victor is a big fucking liar.

“The Sun,” Yuri repeats for the fifth time that day. “You’re engaged to the Sun.”

Or: a (slightly confusing and annoyingly sappy) account of Victor Nikiforov's engagement to the Sun, as narrated by #1 employee Yuri Plisetsky

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I’ve reread this one... a shameful amount of times. It’s pure fluff, plain and simple, with a sprinkle of casual magic that feels like a hug. 10/10, would recommend.

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Memento Amare by @belovedyuuri [ G // 5K words // complete ]

Summary: Parting ways has never been in their plans, not even for just a moment; it's no surprise Yuuri and Victor have a terrible time saying goodbye, even if for just several weeks. When longing hits hard, memories sweeten it right up.

(You've heard about History Makers. Now prepare for Memory Makers. In which Yuuri and Victor share their life and love with each other even when they're not physically together.)

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Just some good ol’ fashioned feels about Yuuri and Victor, doing the hard work of trying to make their relationship work after their whirlwind romance. It’s absolutely gorgeous and wholesome all around.

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Tongue Tied by @stammiviktor [ T // 2.5K words // complete ]

Summary: The silver-haired man in front of Yuuri in line is the only good thing to come of the situation.

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Another new fic that has rocketed up the list of my absolute favorites. Yuuri and Victor pretending to be married to get airport preferential treatment--while at the same time not sharing a common language between them--had me positively rolling with laughter. Perfect, fabulous, a thousand chef’s kisses. I want ten movies and a TV series.

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Work of Art by Athra (getaway_machine) [ E // 2.5K words // complete ]

Summary: Victor admires the work of art that is his beautiful husband.

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Some lovely smut, shibari edition! It’s feels very them, while still being hot as hell. Read for a good time.

Something Borrowed, Something Blue, A Thousand Times I’d Marry You by @ewokthrowdown [ T // 2.5K // complete ]

Summary: What’s more, Yuuri’s got fantastic honeymoon ideas. While Victor’s planning the wedding, Yuuri’s casually asks the fiancés where they’re going, then always has a hundred ideas for romantic things to do once they’re there. A cute bakery that does heart shaped macarons, the best spot for stargazing, which bar has swing dance. Victor had asked Yuuri how he knew all these lovely things to do, and Yuuri, blushing furiously, had told him that these were all the things he planned to do with Victor but either hadn’t had time to while they themselves visited, or they hadn’t been to that particular location yet. The fact that Yuuri has dates planned for them in pretty much every romantic spot on the planet, had Victor swooning in a calculated way that meant Yuuri had to catch him.

[Future fic in which Victor quits skating to be Yuuri's Katsuki-Nikiforov's trophy husband and a wedding planner.]

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And let’s end with another sweet one! 

This one is sooooooo cute! Victor becomes a wedding planner after he retires, and the fic shows us little snapshots of him and Yuuri traveling all over the world to make people’s dreams come true. They’re just in love, love, love, and I’m always 100% here for it.

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All right, let’s wrap it up here. Thank you for reading this post! Please check out these fics and their writers if they happen to catch your eye--and my inbox is always open for more suggestions! And before I go, let me just leave my own fics here in case you’d like to look into my credentials~

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So over where I live winter is in full-force and here I am thinking of cute winter things you could do with RGB~

Forsyth

·       He’s game for everything! You won’t find it difficult to convince him. If you want to play in the snow, he’s game.

·       “Do you want to build a snowman Fors?” Yes, he does. He’ll surprise you with the variations he makes. Forsyth does insist on making one in Clive’s image though…

·       He’s always warm from bouncing around. If you’re dating at this point, he’s always holding your hands or cupping your ears to keep them warm. If you aren’t dating, he’ll use keeping you warm as an excuse to keep close to you (and being painfully obvious he likes you)

·       Forsyth will comment about how perfectly your hands fit in his. It’s cheesy, its sappy. But since its coming from this lovable dork its works on you

·       Will definitely gush at how cute or breathtaking you look against the winter scenery

·       Forsyth tends to be overzealous when it comes to snowball fights, be warned

·       No really, don’t tempt him with a snowball fight. He will make a quick snow fort and engage in snowy winter warfare

·       He isn’t the best ice skater. You’re worried about his bum

·       Even the slightest shiver from you makes Forsyth remove his scarf, winter cap, or cape to wrap around you

·       If it gets too cold out, he’d be more than happy to enjoy a warm cider with you

·       After a long day of playing in the snow, Forsyth would love to just cuddle with you and engage in warm banter

Python

·       Python plays “hard to get” when you invite him out. “Oh Sunshine but its so cold out… I just want to curl into a ball and nap.” If you insist and say you’re fine going out alone, he’ll tag along anyways

·       If you’re dating, he can’t resist seeing the smile on your face. Being in a serious relationship is uncharted territory for him but if it makes you happy he’s gonna give it try. His language of love leans more into quality time, so any opportunity he gets to hang out with you, Python will definitely take it

·       If you aren’t dating, he spends as much time with you to let you know you matter and for him to find the best time to tell you how he feels

·       Is Python the type to bring your hands close to his mouth and warm them up using his breath? Yes, yes, yes. Dammit. Yes! If you blush while he does it that signature shit-eating grin of his will form on his lips and he might throw in a kiss on the palm.

·       You both tried to make a snowman but it ended up becoming a snowgoon

·       Python sees ice skating as the perfect chance to feign losing his balance and pull you down with him (to steal a kiss if you’re dating or get close to you if you’re not dating) He might end up with a concussion though…

·       He’d want nothing more than to sit in front of a bonfire with you close by or in his arms, maybe sipping tea or spiced wine

·       Ol’Python will love nothing more than to end the day cuddled up with you and falling asleep. He’s just so relaxed and content that he’ll end up trapping you in his arms. If you’re not dating, he’ll sleepily say how much he “like-likes” you and pass out. No worries, you’ll just tease him about it once he wakes up

Lukas

·       He doesn’t mind going out, he doesn’t like being out too long though

·       He’ll make snowmen with you and maybe even snow angels. He’ll even ice skate and surprise you that he’s actually kinda good

·       The funniest moment is when you throw a snowball and it lands right on his chest. Lukas doesn’t flinch and that warm calm expression never leaves his face. You think to yourself that maybe Lukas can’t be roped into a snowball fight and you turn your back towards him only for a snowball to hit your back. You hear him chuckling lightly, much to your surprise, and a light snowball fight ensues

·       Lukas isn’t really the touchy type but if you’re cold, he’ll have an extra scarf/shawl, pair of gloves, and winter hat just for you.

·       If you start sneezing though or if he notices your teeth chattering, he’ll sternly suggest to head back in and warm up. He’ll convince you with a hot chocolate and a good movie

·       Lukas is definitely the type to cook up a hot meal for you to warm up

·       If you ask, this will be one of the exceptions he’ll cuddle, too much physical touching makes him uncomfortable at time but he’s a lot more relaxed and open if its you.

·       Lukas secretly loves it when you run your hands through his hair, it puts him to sleep almost instantly. If you stop though, he wakes up and he’s far too embarrassed to ask you to do it again

·       He isn’t big on outdoor winter activities but he’ll do it occasionally. He prefers staying in, keeping warm, and reading a good book, especially if its with you. He’ll even read you a story or some poetry if you want.

[otabangbang]

Still Cool

A mini fic with Otabek and fanmail...and Yuri, of course.

"Fuck this." Otabek crumpled up a piece of paper and tossed it across the room. It landed nowhere near the trash can. He didn't care. He just wanted it in the garbage.

Yuri looked at the paper, then to Otabek, then back to the paper. "Huh?"

"Nevermind. Jut going through fanmail." Otabek leaned back in his chair, papers spread on the desk. His laptop was open to the email he had them forwarded to, and the printer was churning out the last letter. Yuri thought it odd but Otabek wasn't fond of reading them on the screen.

Yuri was laid out on the living room carpet, a round leopard spotted pillow under his head, long blonde hair draping over it. He was still staring at the trashcan. "Okay...was it another one trying to 'woo you straight'?" he asked, cackling.

Otabek shook his head with a smile. He'd had a lot of those. They were good laughing fodder and he never replied to them. "No. Nothing like that."

"Okay." Yuri was staring at him then, a look of confusion on his face. "One yelling about Victor's retirement again or telling you your wins are just luck? You need a better filter for what gets into your email."

"You know I half read those and use them to start fires in the alley."

"Don't get caught," Yuri huffed and rolled over, crawling toward the paper.

That was when Otabek went on alert. "No, come on Yuri leave it," he grumbled, pushing away from the desk and over a few inches to where the wood floor met the carpet.

"Going to tell me what's on it?"

"No."

Yuri rolled his eyes at Otabek and his tiger-pajama clad body went back to crawling across the floor for the paper. "I'm going to read it then."

Normally he'd be amused by Yuri's cuteness - he bought him the pajamas after all - but Otabek was on his feet in an instant with his view clouded with embarrassment. "Yuri come on, stop! It's nothing, I was just annoyed!"

He was too slow and Yuri was opening the paper, his eyes quickly reading over the words. He was a fast reader while Otabek took his time to try and take in things better. In the time it took him to get there, he was sure Yuri finished the short letter twice.

By the narrowing of his eyes, Yuri had clearly finished. He looked up at Otabek, who stood over him in his jeans and pale blue t-shirt. "This person... 'pussy'? 'Softened wuss'? ....'Yuri's neutered butler'?" "See? Garbage." Otabek crossed his arms, facing the wall. It wasn't the first time someone attacked his bad boy persona for the moments of softness they witnessed regarding him and Yuri. People had come for his masculinity as soon as they found out he was in a relationship with his competition. The few who kept at it just became more vile when photos and videos surfaced of his hand against Yuri's face, or of them sharing a kiss or Otabek smiing while Yuri giggled. Anything regarded as tender was fodder.

Yuri was studying him. "Yea. It is. Why is it getting to you?"

"This last one is because of the last interview I gave. I said-"

"-a LOT of sappy shit, yea, I fucking loved each and every word." Yuri growled. "You should be able to say all that without people coming at your reputation. But you've never been bothered before...?"

"Heh." He kept looking at the wall. For a long time it was true, he didn't care. He was growing from the whole 'dark horse' thing into a symbol of silent strength. But as time went on he feared that wasn't landing it and instead people saw him as a twig bending and breaking to Yuri's presence. He knew the truth, he very much wasn't. Their relationship had always held equal support.

"...Beka..." Yuri held his hand up. "Help me up, please?"

Otabek dropped his hand to take Yuri's and helped pull him to his feet. He still had not changed his gaze. "I realize, yes, it's stupid to get worked up about this."

Maybe if they were in a perfectly scripted romantic flick, Yuri would have told him that wasn't true and he wasn't stupid and some other complimentary shit. But he didn't. "It IS stupid. Stupid as hell! Why worry about this?"

"Yuri.." Otabek sighed and looked to him. "This isn't the time for your sass."

"Like hell it isn't." Yuri grinned at him, determined. "Come on. People tear you down because they want to fucking be you. Whether its because you're amazing on the ice or because you have a huge dick, they want to be you."

"Pretty sure they don't know about my dick."

"Everyone can see that package when you're in the kiss and cry." Otabek felt his face heat up as Yuri continued. "Why would they even bother to take the time to call you a wuss and a...'kazahk nanny' if they weren't so outrageously jealous?"

"Trolls. Assholes who just want to hurt, Yuri." Otabek was trying hard not to think about the lighting in the kiss and cry as he focused on Yuri's words. "They aren't jealous. They look for any insecurities and lash out because of some sick satisfaction."

Yuri laughed and grabbed Otabek's face in one alarming, swift motion. "Then don't give it to them! You've just admitted it, they have no other reason to do it than to be jerks! Do you actually feel like you're less of a punk or less, you know, 'cool' because of how you act toward me?" "No. I think you make me look cooler." That was true. "But I also want to be seen as strong, powerful, representative of my home country." He looked from side to side as if trying to see Yuri's hands. His boyfriend could be so odd; he loved it.

"Powerful..." Yuri dropped one hand down, over his shoulder and then squeezing Otabek's bicep. "Mm, strength..." He looked him up and down, a hungry look on his face that weirdly contrasted with his pajamas. "Believe me, when you have me held down and...ah, hah. Right, ah..."

"Focus Yuri." Otabek smiled despite himself. When Yuri got to babbling so much he was turned on, it was a good sight.

"Right! Well, fans find you strong. So does the media, come on, they still title you as the hero of Kazahkstan," Yuri said, his gaze returning to Otabek's face. "You know I'm right."

"I suppose."

"No supposing. I'm right," Yuri told him firmly. "And you? You're tired. I know you're tired. You practice and then you come here and spend time planning sets or taking me out."

Otabek shook his head. "No, I have plenty of downtime, like right now."

"I mean in the long run. It's all tiring, keeping up with deadline after deadline and all that. I'm tired too. But you have to fight it off."

"Mmm." Otabek studied his face. He was slowly feeling better, calmer with his other half there.

"I used to feel it, when I was always so frustrated. There were other things too, but, then I met you. And Beka, since day one you shared that strength with me." Yuri's voice had remained firm, lost some of the playfulness from moments before.

He knew that. Otabek knew that. He had been one of the skaters to help Yuri out of a severe funk and help him feel inspired again. And while he couldn't take full credit...obviously his impact had been rather large, romance aside. "I guess that's true."

Yuri nodded. "You still do it. And I hear you, see you with the others. You continue to support that jackass JJ. He calls you and whines about some dumb shit and you'll listen to him when it's 2am here or give him a shoutout on the tv. You're even nice to the piggy and I saw you big-brothering Minami. And you do all this shit in a leather jacket with a blank ass look. That's damn cool and strong and...and all that." Yuri's cheeks were red as he ended his mini speech.

It was touching to hear Yuri say that. It was true, too. Maybe the writer was jealous, watching the others Otabek gave him time to without pandering to all his fans. "Yuri...yea. You're right."

Yuri squeezed his bicep again, bright eyes on Otabek's. "I am. How about you stop with the fanmail for the night?"

Otabek nodded and smiled at him. "Alright. I'll get that last page from the printer and stack them for tomorrow."

"Beka just read them off your phone like a normal person." Yuri rolled his eyes and sighed, dropping his hands. "It's so weird that you print them. You're fucking bizarre sometimes."

"Yea, I love you too." Otabek lauged softly despite himself and leaned forward to kiss his face. His lips touched him briefly before Yuri jerked back.

"Mm nope, you get to kiss me when you finish up."

"Strict. Maybe we can also talk about what the hell is going on with people looking at me in the kiss and cry," Otabek said, staring at him.

"It's more about how they can't look away - I'll give you every detail," Yuri told him, mischief dancing in his eyes.

Otabek liked that. "You fucking better," he told him. Then, feeling much better, he turned to pick up his mess.

[winryofresembool]

Love Can Melt the Ice, ch 23 (the Grande Finale)

Summary: I think the title says it all ^ it’s time for the goodbyes ;___;

A/N: This is it. The final chapter before the epilogue. I can’t believe we have finally gotten here. I’ve had a bit of a skitty day but at least I finally managed to finish this so I’m very happy about that. Please, please, review because now that we are at the end, I really want to hear your opinions. I guess that’s all for now. I’m probably gonna repeat this once it’s time for the epilogue, but thank you to everyone who has supported me and this fic through this long journey! Without the lovely comments, I wouldn’t have been motivated to continue. Oh, and special thanks to the amazing @roboticrainboots for the amazing art ♥ 

Now, get ready for a monster chapter (I will post this on ao3 tomorrow!). But make sure to read A Letter to Winry before that if you haven’t, because it has a role in this chapter.

Previous chapters:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 pt 1, pt 2, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22

Next chapter: coming

Companion pieces (note: these are all post Olympics happenings so reading the main fic first is recommended): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Words: 5700+ (yup.)

Genre: mostly floof.

Warnings: there is one scene where things get p close to M-rated but... there’s nothing explicit imo...

Most of Ed’s team plus Winry and Gracia gathered together to watch team Amestris’ ladies play for bronze. Winry was wearing her green jersey again, earning a cheek kiss from Ed, even though he refused to tell her what the kiss was for. Alphonse, who was sitting next to them, just giggled at his brother’s behavior before turning his attention back to the ice.

The first two periods of the game were even, with team Amestris tied 1 – 1 with team Drachma at the end of the first 40 minutes. Apparently, coach Olivier Armstrong managed to encourage her team in just the right way during the intermission, though, because in the third period the audience got to see a whole new team Amestris.

“Is it just me, or do they look like they’re almost ready to kill?” Winry asked when Rebecca Catalina gave a Drachman forward a particularly powerful tackle. A few moments later, Riza Hawkeye shot the puck from a spot she had never failed to score from, and the Amestrisian side of the audience got a reason to get loud.

“She’s better at that than I am,” Roy gawped at his long time “friend” who coolly fistbumped her teammates after the goal.

“That doesn’t really mean a lot, though, Mustang,” Ed remarked and made everyone laugh. “Isn’t your shooting percentage like… 0,05?”

“Funny how you remember stats like that… but you don’t remember how much I’ve sat in the penalty box because I’ve had to defend you.”

“Now now, everyone cool down a bit!” Hughes yelled over the roaring audience. “Ross is on a breakaway!”

And she was. She had managed to outspeed two Drachmans and was just about to get face to face with the goalie, when someone tripped her. A penalty shot was called, and Maria Ross used the opportunity to her advantage, making the situation 3-1.

“You guys could learn a lot from them,” Gracia teased, and the men around her couldn’t help but agree.

At some point Ed and Winry started wondering why Al was being so quiet, but when they turned to look towards him, they noticed Mei had finally arrived. She and Al were throwing disgustingly sappy looks at each other, something that Ed would probably call “eye sex” when Al wasn’t hearing.

Riza scored one more goal (from the corner of his eye Ed could see Roy’s badly hidden excitement), and team Amestris ended up winning the bronze medal with a 4-1 game. As they got their medals, no one on the ice looked prouder than Olivier Armstrong, and Ed guessed she would soon start sending smug messages from their celebrations to Roy. They had a weird rivalry going on, having known each other since they were kids. Ever since having to finish her playing career early because of an injury, Olivier had acted bitterly towards Roy and used every opportunity she could to brag him about her coaching achievements.

Roy didn’t care about Olivier’s expressions, though, because his and Riza’s eyes met and his expression turned softer than Ed ever remembered seeing.

“Could you be any more obvious?” Ed asked with annoyance, but then a familiar arm wrapped around his, making Ed forget all about the googly eyes around him.

…

Ed tried to talk himself out of the ending ceremony of the Olympics, because having played only one game and having to walk on the crutches, he thought he would feel out of place there. However, his teammates kept insisting, and when the goalie Armstrong offered to carry him on his back at the stadium, he knew he was fighting a lost battle.

Since it was a known fact that these were Gracia’s last Olympics, she got the honor of carrying the flag of Amestris as one of the most successful figure skaters the country had had so far. Her fiancé was next to her the whole time, gesturing towards her every time a camera went past. Winry, who also walked near her, glanced at Ed on Alex Louis Armstrong’s shoulders every once in a while. He looked a bit embarrassed but was still smiling and waving at the audience just like everyone else in their group. Winry knew he was actually happy to be able to participate and grinned at him when she noticed he was watching her.

A bit later, they were sitting in the stands next to each other, and when the fire on the giant torch went out, and the final fireworks formed colorful shapes above, Ed said: “Can’t believe it’s over.”

“Yeah,” Winry agreed. “But let’s not be sad that it’s over, let’s be happy it happened, right?”

“Sounds good to me.” Ed looked briefly down and saw Winry rubbing the knuckles of his real hand through the glove. Something warm that he couldn’t describe started bubbling in his stomach, making him happy he was there in that moment.

…

”Hey, granny!” Winry answered her phone at the airport. It was a day after the ending ceremony, and everyone had packed their things and left the hotel after the breakfast to start their trip back home.

”Hey, dear.” Pinako Rockbell greeted her granddaughter. “Are you on your way home yet?”

“We just arrived at the airport. Uh, that’s sort of why I’m calling.”

“Oh.”

“You see…” Winry started a bit hesitantly, “we get back to Central City quite late and there aren’t any trains leaving to Rush Valley until tomorrow…”

“And? Are you going to stay at the hotel for the night?” Pinako asked.

“Actually… I was going to stay at Ed’s place. If that’s OK with you.”

Pinako had to admit she still saw Winry as her little girl, but it was a fact that she was already 18 and way smarter than Pinako had been at Winry’s age. So in a way, it would be hypocritical of her to deny her this.

“Ed’s? So, are you two a couple now?” Pinako asked curiously.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Winry still blushed when she stopped to consider the fact that she really had a boyfriend now.

“Oh. I hope that runt is treating you well,” Pinako stated coolly.

“He is! I mean, he’s nothing but respectful…” Winry reassured her.

“Good. Well, you are an adult now so you have to make your own decisions. But remember to be careful. And use protection!”

Winry’s eyes widened. “Granny! Just because I’m staying a night there doesn’t mean… ugh… Sleeping is all we are planning to do. He’s recovering from a pretty bad injury.”

“I believe you,” Pinako said. Winry thought she could hear a bit of laughter in her voice. “Somehow, I still have a feeling that’s not the only reason why you are calling. You wouldn’t listen to your old granny even if I had said no. So, what’s on your mind?”

“Granny… I think I’ve made my decision about the next step in my career. But I want to hear your opinion before telling anyone else…”

“Go ahead, tell me.”

The two women spent a good while chatting about Winry’s plans before finishing the call. When Winry joined the others in the waiting area, Ed asked what Pinako had said.

“She called you a runt,” Winry snickered, loving to tease her boyfriend.

“She what?!” Ed looked mortified.

“Oh relax.” Winry waved it off. “She didn’t mean it like that. In fact, I think she approves of us. At least she allows me to stay with you.”

“Why wouldn’t she? It’s not like we…” Ed stammered.

“I know, Ed.” Winry sighed. “Anyway, I’m quite excited to see where you live. Although… I bet you don’t remember to clean and have sweaty clothes all over the floor.”

“Oh? I’ll prove you wrong then.” Ed smiled at his girlfriend mischievously and grabbed her from her shoulder, so she had to face him. Before he could pull her closer, though, Winry stopped him.

“Ed… There are cameras everywhere. Are you sure you want to do this?”

He looked around quickly, noticing that she was right. Clearly their group drew a lot of attention, with two Olympic figure skater medalists and two well known hockey player siblings in it. Sighing, he admitted: “Fine. Let’s save it for later.”

“Looking forward to it,” Winry ruffled his hair and turned her head to see what Al and Mei were doing. Clearly, they didn’t have any problems showing public display of affection. It looked like they had known each other much longer than the 5 days they had actually spent together. Mei was hugging Al tightly, and it wasn’t until then that it properly hit Winry that once Mei would leave to her own flight, they probably wouldn’t see each other in months. She and Ed had it easy compared to those two; at least they lived in the same country.

“So, how is it going with you two?” Ed asked when Al returned from the gate behind which Mei had disappeared. “Plans to move to Xing yet?”

“C’mon, brother, we haven’t known each other that long yet. I did promise to visit her in the summer, though. It’s not that far anymore… After that, who knows. She is from a wealthy family that is expecting her to make a name for herself… it’s not that simple for her to move to Amestris. Not that I’ve seriously considered asking her that yet,” Al blushed slightly. “It’s way too early. But I guess the summer will tell a lot…”

“I can’t wait to see dad’s expression when you just one day announce you’re going to move to Xing,” Ed teased. “Make sure to tell him when I’m there too.”

“Don’t be mean, brother. It might bite you back one day.”

“Har har. Anyway, we should go,” Ed nodded towards the gate where people had already started gathering to show their passports and tickets.

 …

“So, this is where you live?”

“Yup.”

Winry looked around with mild surprise. She didn’t know what she had expected. A mansion? A penthouse in one of the most expensive apartment buildings in Central? Wasn’t that what most rich hockey players bought? She wasn’t stupid, she knew Ed’s salary had at least one 0 more than hers, because unfortunately female athletes still didn’t receive the appreciation they deserved. But when she stepped into Ed’s apartment, it was almost like she had come back to Resembool (if you ignored the view from the window); it was surprisingly modest, with only the “necessary” furniture such as a small wooden dinner table with a couple of matching chairs and a black leather couch for two in front of a TV and a video game set. The bed in the bedroom was thankfully big enough for two to sleep, Winry noted happily. The cover on it wasn’t the most charming, though; it was black and had skulls printed on it.

“Where have you gotten that from?” Winry pointed at it, looking quite amused.

“Do I sense a Judgey McJudge raising her head?” Ed set his hands on his hips and tilted his head a bit. “Anyway, I think I got it when I first moved away from home but it’s been a few years so I don’t remember which store it was anymore. Why? Do you want to buy one too?”

“Nah, just wondering which store I should bribe to never sell anything to you again.” Winry retorted and stuck her tongue out.

“Is this it?” Ed pretended to be shocked. “Our first real fight as a couple, over my bed covers? I guess it was fun while it lasted.”

Winry pushed his shoulder lightly. “You’re such a big baby. Keep that thing if you want, but please let me bring my own pillowcase and duvet cover here so I won’t have to see nightmares.”

“Y-you’re already considering bringing your stuff here?” Ed asked, this time actually surprised.

“We agreed to be a couple, didn’t we?” Winry asked pointedly. “Couples visit each other sometimes. So yeah, I’m just meaning my visits. I’m not planning to move here any time soon. I have my career and friends in Rush Valley.”

“Right. Of course. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to be.” Winry softened, covering his cheek with her warm hand. “I know you don’t just magically get over your fear of commitment even if we did agree to do this. I… should also be better at remembering to not push it.”

“You’re pretty wonderful,” Ed gave her a gentle smile, very different from his usual one that went from ear to ear and often implied mischief.

“Thanks. I’m trying my best,” Winry said happily and continued taking in the rest of Ed’s apartment.

“I have to say, I’m surprised it’s this clean here. I expected a huge mess. You know, based on your hotel room and stuff.”

“Nah, it’s only because Al was staying here before the Olympics. Don’t get too used to this.”

“I’ll try to remember to thank him the next time we see him,” Winry noted. “Hey, is it OK if I use the shower? I’m feeling quite gross after that flight.”

“Yeah, go ahead. There are clean towels in that closet there if you need any.” Ed showed her the right door.

“Thanks,” Winry said before leaving her stuff in Ed’s room, grapping a towel and disappearing from his view.

Ed remembered the similar situation from a good week ago, when he and Winry had shared their first night together. Back then his thoughts had immediately gone to the dirty track, and he had secretly wished his leg wasn’t in a cast. But something had changed in such a short time. He understood now that what he felt towards Winry wasn’t purely physical attraction anymore. He respected her, admired her skills and personality and wanted her to be happy. Preferably with him, of course.

So while he still blushed fiercely at the thought of his naked girlfriend in the shower, he could focus on the more respectable details: the content smile on her face as the warm water eased the stiffness of her muscles after a long flight, the way she hummed happily one of her favorite songs while she rinsed off the soap (not that he’d admit ever hearing her humming).

Ed started taking in his surroundings, and something caught his eyes: a picture of his family, all together before his mother had fallen ill. For a long while Ed had hated that picture because it reminded him of what he could never have, what he so deeply wanted; a full family. But suddenly his parents’ looks towards each other caught his attention; their smiles told him they must have loved each other a lot. Briefly, he wondered if he and Winry could achieve that…

Love was something Ed understood only vaguely. Apparently, when you’re in love, your brain produces certain chemicals that makes you act like an idiot (or that’s what it sounded like in Ed’s opinion). Thinking back to his recent behavior, he certainly had acted quite weirdly (even more than usual, Al’s voice said in his head). He was blushing and stuttering and sometimes even sweating for no good reason, and he wanted to do things he had never wanted to do before (simply kissing had felt a bit absurd in his head). In Ed’s opinion, it was against all the chemistry rules he had learned so far. How could simply being with another person make your brain go drugged? But now that he was falling into that “trap”, he supposed not every reaction had to make sense. If being with Winry made him feel this happy, then to hell with equivalent exchange.

Was he ready to use the big and scary L-word yet? He was worried he would freak out both her and himself if he said it out loud (after all, it had only been 3 weeks since they were reunited), but he wished his actions were clear enough that she knew how he felt even without saying it. Winry had already been honest about her feelings and he felt he owed her for it…  

Suddenly Ed remembered his letter. After Winry had asked for the break before her competition, Ed had decided to write down some of his thoughts to clear his mind, and wrote a letter for Winry that he however had never intended to give her. But with them leaving to their separate ways tomorrow, he thought that maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all. He hopped to his suitcase that was yet to be unpacked and found the slightly worn piece of paper from one of its pockets. He added a couple of lines at the end of the letter before he heard the shower turning off, making him push the paper into his pocket. Soon Winry stepped out with only a towel around her, a smaller one around her wet hair. She sneaked behind Ed and wrapped her arms around his torso before leaning her head against his shoulder blade.

“That felt nice,” she mumbled. “You should probably take a shower too, though… You smell like sweat.” She let go of Ed and started drying her hair with the towel.

“Hey, it’s just my masculine scent!” Ed tried to protest but pulled his bandage protector and a folding shower chair that he had gotten from Drachma from his luggage and focused on getting the protector on. When he got up, he noticed Winry was sporting a silk robe she had gotten from Xing, only underwear under it. He may he already seen her nearly naked, but that didn’t stop his mouth from going dry as the robe didn’t really leave too much room for his imagination.

“You’re staring,” Winry pointed out suddenly, not knowing how she should react to the fact that her form seemed to cause quite some interest in her partner.

“Can you blame me? You are hot as… OK, let me rephrase that: I am one lucky bastard to have a girlfriend like you.”

“You hockey players are so cheesy,” Winry said as she ran a finger on his cheek briefly. From her expression, though, Ed read that she was actually quite pleased by the compliment.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’mma take that shower now.”  He hopped into the bathroom with the chair in his hand.

Once he came out clean and refreshed some minutes later, he found Winry watching the picture of his family curiously.

“Why are you looking at it?” he asked.

“I’m just… trying to remember what it was like when we both still lived in Resembool,” Winry answered dreamily. “Do I remember correctly that you used to walk with stilts a lot? Because I was nagging about you being shorter than me.”

“I was not shorter than you!” Ed protested immediately.

“You were too!”

“Was not!”

“OK, let’s finish this before it stops being fun. I also remember your mum baking a lot of delicious pies, and my favorite part of hanging out at your house was always when she called us to get inside to taste them.”

“Yeah… it was nice,” Ed admitted, although there was a hint of sadness in his voice.

Winry sensed the change in his energy right away. “I’m sorry, you probably don’t want to talk about… I mean, it must be super painful to you… I should know.”

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry because I sometimes forget how much you have gone through too because you are so positive and helpful and energetic most of the time.”

“I… I don’t know how I do it sometimes. Maybe I’ve gotten good at putting on a smile even when I hurt. But I’m lucky to have such supportive people around me. It’s you guys who keep me going.”

She turned embrace him and placed a soft kiss on his jaw. Ed’s face heated again when he felt the silk against his bare skin and remembered she was wearing very little under it. He had to take the situation in control before something else would happen, so he broke the hug and tried to change the topic.

“So… Would you like to see more photos? I have some from our old house. Haven’t really looked at them since we moved out, but… who knows? Maybe you are in some of them too?”

“Are you OK with that, though?” Winry asked, trying to read his expression. What if the photos triggered some bad memories in him?

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Maybe it’s time for me to face the past…”

“In that case, we can do it,” Winry accepted and soon Ed pulled a photo album from one of the drawers.

They sat down on the couch and started flipping through the pages. On one of the first pages, there was a picture from Ed’s fourth birthday party, and Ed recognized a familiar blonde-haired girl among the guests.

“That’s you! I can’t believe I didn’t remember…”

“You didn’t remember me when we first met at the Olympics, right? Well, we were really small back then…”

“True… Woah, look at this! Did you… did you just throw that piece of cake on my face? What did I do to deserve that?” Ed asked, faking offended.

“You were probably the same brat as usual…” Winry said with amusement. “We had played the donkey’s tail game and you were bragging because you managed to get the tail closest to its rightful spot… because you peeked. I couldn’t accept that.”

“Sounds like something I would do,” Ed laughed and turned the page. Suddenly he exhaled sharply, and Winry didn’t have to look at the photo too long to understand why. In it, Ed was around 15 years old, and he was smiling widely at a little girl playing with her big white dog. Winry guessed Al must have taken that pic when visiting Ed, because she doubted Ed would have saved anything that Tucker took.

“That’s her, right?” Winry asked, and instinctively took Ed’s hand into hers, to comfort him.

“Yeah, she is…”

“If you want to… I would like to know more about her. Some happy memories?” Winry thought that maybe remembering the happy times could help Ed to get over the guilt he still seemed to carry.

“Well…” Ed seemed to consider it for a moment. “When it was her 4th birthday, her biggest wish was to get a birthday cake. With a bastard father like that, and mother gone, it was no wonder she hadn’t ever gotten to eat birthday cake before that. Since I had no games that day, I had plenty of time in my hands and decided to make her wish come true. Yeah, you probably guessed right that I hadn’t ever baked before that. But I decided to take it like a chemical experiment, and weirdly enough, it became edible. When Nina saw the cake, her expression… it was the happiest I had ever seen on her face. She came to me, hugged me and said: “Thank you, big brother.” It was the first time she called me that. This picture was taken that day, Al came to help us eat the cake too and he had a camera with him. I didn’t expect that picture to… I mean, Al must have put it there.” He continued to stare at the living room wall with a blank expression.

“That was very sweet of you. You look happy in that photo,” Winry noted calmly to drag Ed from his thoughts. “You must have really cared about her a lot…”

“Yeah… Ugh, dammit!” He slammed his fist on the couch suddenly. “Even now when I see this… it makes me so fucking angry… It makes me wish there was something I could do, but…”

“Hey, what if I told you maybe there IS something you can do for her?” Ed threw Winry a suspicious look, so she continued: “I mean, I know they both are long gone, but… I’ve been thinking… we can still help to prevent other kids from suffering the same kind of fate.”

“How?” Ed asked curiously.

“Well, I was thinking of giving some of my prize money to this organization that helps kids of abusive parents… They search for kids who might be in need of help, offer therapy and just talking company, a safe place to be… and so on… What do you think?”

“I think that sounds amazing… So, can I ask you how much exactly you are planning to give away?”

“Well…” she blushed. “Most of it… I mean, it’s not like I need…”

That was all she managed to say before he crashed his lips against hers. This kiss was more passionate than any of the ones they had shared before that, stirring a brand-new feeling inside them. At some point the album fell on the floor because the couple’s attention was elsewhere. They leaned against the arm of the couch, Winry sitting between Ed’s legs trying to avoid touching the cast, her upper body pressed against his. As Ed deepened the kiss, his hands started traveling on her robe, going from the waist towards her chest. Before reaching her breasts, he stopped to meet her gaze.

“Yes, Ed, you can touch them,” Winry confirmed even though Ed hadn’t voiced the question. She raised herself from her spot to give him a better access.

At first he just felt them through the fabric, but the small gasp Winry made encouraged him to inch his fingers under the garment. He seemed a little too proud of himself when he noticed how much Winry seemed to enjoy the automail hand, but suddenly he stopped and put his hands down.

“Not this chivalry again,” Winry sighed. “Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

“Then how about you let me take the charge? We don’t have to go all the way, but a little exploration won’t hurt, right?”

The eagerness from before returned to Ed’s face. “You’re right.”

Winry stood up from the couch and offered her hand to him. “Should we go to continue in your bedroom? This couch is kinda small and uncomfy…”

Ed agreed, letting her help him up. She gave him his crutches, and he hopped into the bedroom after her.

They didn’t sleep for quite a while.

…

The next day, Winry, Ed, Paninya and Rosé all gathered to the Central Station, where the train to Rush Valley was waiting for the figure skaters. Ed was planning to travel to Resembool once he had gotten his leg rechecked at the Central hospital. Paninya and Rosé were already looking forward to the next Grand Prix that would be held in North City, Amestris in a few weeks and they wondered if Garfiel would give them any time to recover from the jet lag before they would be forced to return to the ice. Winry just shook her head at their attitude; while she admitted she was pretty tired too (the reason for which was probably something entirely different than jet lag, though. She blushed as remembered what had happened last night. They hadn’t gone “all the way”, but their physical relationship had still taken a step forward), she was also excited to return back to the regular life, with the familiar people and tasks around her.

Suddenly, she felt Ed tap a finger against her arm and saw him nod to the side, trying to tell her he wanted to say something without the others listening.

However, the words seemed to have a hard time coming out. Ed just stared at his feet for a long while, so Winry finally decided to break the silence:

“I know I’m not your mechanic yet but remember to take care of your arm! It frustrates me to no end when people don’t…”

“Automail geek… just listen to what I have to say, OK?”

“Ugh, Ed, I’m listening the whole time, it’s you who doesn’t say what’s on your mind…”

Ed shifted in his spot uncomfortably. “You’re not making this easy, are you?”

“When have I ever done that?” Winry asked sarcastically.

“I wrote you a letter,” Ed pushed an envelope into her hand, ignoring her question. “I didn’t know if I should give it to you or not, but… I think it might open my mindset during… this all… a bit. I wrote it before your competition. But I also added something new into it.”

“Oh… thank you…” Winry started opening the letter, but Ed stopped her.

“No, not now. On the train. Or whenever you have a peaceful moment.” Ed glanced at Winry’s two friends briefly. They had started gossiping about Garfiel’s new boyfriend and if Ed had to guess, that chatting wouldn’t end in quite a while.

“OK. Will do.” Winry put the letter into her bag , wondering what exactly Ed told in that letter that he couldn’t say aloud…

It was quiet again for a while. Suddenly Winry realized she hadn’t told Ed about her plan yet.

“You know, I’ve been thinking.”

“Hmm?”

“My parents, they always put helping other people ahead of anything else. I want to do the same. That’s why I’m thinking I’m taking sort of a break from figure skating once this season is finished.”

“What? But I thought you love skating?” Ed asked with disbelief.

“I do!”

“What about all those people who come to see figure skating shows because they want to see you?”

“Just because I want to have a break from competing, doesn’t mean I’ll completely stop skating,” Winry pointed out. “No, I’ll still make sure to stay fit, and if someone asks me to take part in their exhibition, I might do it if it fits my schedule. There’s also a good chance I will continue competing after that year is over, only time will tell. But after hearing your story, I feel I want to do something more than just performing. I want to learn to make the best automail there is, to help the people who need them to smile again. Besides… Since I won’t have to travel that much… Maybe I can visit Central City more often.”

“I won’t complain about that.” Ed grinned.

“So… what do you think of my plan?” Winry asked cautiously.

“I think if that’s what you want to do, then I think it’s great!” Ed reassured her.

“Thank you.” Winry gave him a relieved smile.

“Now that we are on the topic… I have some plans too.” Ed noted suddenly.

“Oh? Tell me more.”

Ed started explaining his plan, and Winry had to brush a few tears away when she understood what the plan meant for him.

“So… will you be a part of it?” Ed asked finally.

“Gladly,” she answered before burying her face into his collar, smelling the earthy scent that she would sure miss while they were apart from each other.

It was so comfortable in that spot that Winry didn’t want to move for a while, until she heard Paninya and Rosé talking about the train leaving soon. She disentangled herself from Ed and took a few steps back so she could look at him in the eyes.

“I guess this is it…”

“I guess so…”

“Uh… you know… I had an amazing time at the Olympics… lots of it thanks to you… I know your tournament was a…”

“Disaster,” Ed helped. “No need to deny it.”

“But I selfishly hope I managed to make you feel a bit better.”

“You did. More than you know. And you taught me something important. I explain it in that letter.”

“Ok,” Winry said quietly, on the verge of tears again. “I’ll… I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too. But hey, didn’t someone say phones exist? I think I managed to figure out how to use it… Maybe.” Ed gave her a crooked grin, trying to comfort her.

“Idiot.”

That was all that was said before Winry closed the space between them again and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. It was entirely different from the kiss the previous night, which had been needy and passionate. Instead, with the kiss she was trying to tell him how happy she was to have met him. With the way he reciprocated, she realized he was probably trying to tell her the same thing. When she tried to pull away, he grabbed her arm, making her stop in her spot.

“Thanks. For everything. Let’s not say goodbye, let’s say ‘I’ll see you soon’ instead.”

“That does sound better,” Winry agreed and started fiddling with her bag to find her wallet. When she finally found it, she let out a small yelp.

“What’s wrong?” Ed asked.

“I think… I think I forgot to get cash before coming here… I was so sure I had some… How will I get my ticket now? They only accept cash…”

“I may have some…” Ed said slyly as he withdrew his wallet from his pocket. “But you will have to pay me back one day. Actually, I’m gonna make you buy me a ticket to Rush Valley at some point.”

“Huh?” Winry stared at him with confusion for a moment before she realized it was his way to promise her he’d visit her soon enough. “Oh! Right. You and your equivalent exchange…” she pretended to be annoyed as she accepted the money, even though she was happy to buy him that ticket. “Thank you. I really need to go now, though, so… see you soon.” She gave him one last kiss on his cheek before climbing into the train and turning to wave at him.

“See you!”

Ed was already about to leave the platform when he saw Winry looking at him from the window, and some weird urge made him yell: “Don’t you forget that promise! And read that letter!”

Winry just waved at him until the train started moving, and soon she didn’t see him again. She pulled the piece of paper from her bag and started reading.

“… I could continue longer, but Al is waiting, so I should stop writing. Just know that somehow, you have managed to break my shell even though I’ve tried to rebuild it so hard. But I’m not gonna do that anymore. It’s still too early, and besides, you need to focus on your competition, but one day, I hope I’ll be able to be brave enough to tell you this: I’m falling for you too.

Edited 23.3.: I realized I never said those words back to you, so here we go. You deserve them. And more.

To quote Mr. Magpie: “It’s funny how sometimes you have to fly away, so you can find your real home.” I think you know what I mean there.”

Winry pulled her phone from her bag quickly, and typed:

“I do know.

♥”

A/N: Here we are! What is Ed’s plan though? Find out in the epilogue!

[inevera13]

Klance Figure Skating AU

Okay, I shouldn’t be posting this now but!! I’m really excited about this AU, I love it so much and I really wanted to share it so!! It’s probably gonna be a long-ish one-shot, it’s about Klance, and it sooorta kinda mixes Voltron, Miraculous and Yuri!!! On Ice all in one fic hahaha oops! 

It’s a masked figure skater Klance AU basically and it’s kinda sappy so far hahaha but yeah I’m just really hyped for it, and I decided I should post the first bit cuz I’m pretty happy with how it’s turning out! Here you go, opinions are welcome, shoot me a nice ask! 

None of them were sure how this had ever come to be. Keith had never been one for casual flings. He'd never been one for romantic relationships in general. He'd always been an apologist of "whatever comes", but this was still a very unusual thing for him, and he couldn't help but laugh about it.

"What are you laughing about?" Blue whispered happily, still panting.

"It's just..." Keith whispered back, "We're kinda ridiculous."

The other boy laughed too, "We are."

Keith looked around at the tiny bathroom stall they found themselves in and sighed contentedly.

"Red, we should get going..."

Keith pouted, "I don't wanna."

Blue fixed the mask covering half his face, "Yeah, well, me neither, obviously. But you're gonna miss your routine if you don't hurry. I'm chill though, if you wanna stay..."

"Shit, you're right! Shiro's gonna kick my ass." 

The boy Keith had been passionately kissing just moments before laughs beautifully and disentangles himself from Keith's embrace, leaving him feeling cold and wrong.

The red-clad skater straightens himself out and gives Blue one last lingering kiss, "Good luck today, you're gonna need it."

Blue answers with a cheeky smile and a "we'll see" before Keith runs out of the bathroom, lest his coach hunt him down and use his skate's blades to murder him.

It wasn't that often that he got to see Blue, seeing as they could only meet in competitions and reunions, so every minute they could spend together was a blessing. As Keith power walked his way to Shiro he remembered their first kiss. They'd been arguing; their relationship had always been a bit...explosive. They clashed like fire and ice - fitting of their own stage names and color schemes - and when those two mix it results in water, water that's balanced in every way, soft, smooth and pleasant, unlike fire or ice. So one day, when Blue had taunted him to a limit, Keith had exploded, which then made Blue explode, and suddenly they were nose to nose and, somehow, Keith found himself pressing his lips to the other boys' in a frenzy, giving in to the attraction he couldn't help feeling, before quickly backing away, mumbling embarrassed apologies. 

What he didn't expect was for Blue to surge forward and kiss him back.

Blue and Red were two big names in figure skating. Their identities were hidden from the public in an attempt at a publicity stunt, the mystery was supposed to bring people's attention to them. Almost no one knew who they were. Furthermore, they were associated with different trainers and teams, making them innate rivals. Their animosity towards each other had come as naturally as their passion. There was a lot of talk about them participating in the Olympics two years from then, but for now both skaters were content in entering every competition they could find, seeing as they both actively enjoyed it and needed all the recognition and support they could get, but also because, frankly, they wanted to see more of each other. 

Still, no masks were taken off.

But Keith didn't want to dwell on that. What he had with Blue had always been enough for him, was enough for him. There was no reason why they should make it more complicated than it was, they were just two young men with no compromises and with a lot of...built-up tension they needed to get rid of. That was it. 

Keith shook his head, ridding himself of these thoughts and focusing on finding his mentor - and older brother - Shiro. Had he not been injured a few years prior, Shiro would probably be the top skater in the world - at least in Keith's point of view.

"Finally!" Shiro let out as Keith approached the stands, "You're next! Let's go."

Keith went and did his thing, skating to the sound of Nearly Witches. After a couple more performances it was finally Blue's turn. He skated - dramatically as per usual - to a sweet sounding pop song about breaking boy's hearts. Keith didn't feel heartbroken but he did feel as if an arrow had gone right through his heart, like in the cartoons. He always thought that was a silly rendition of attraction, but he got it now. His mouth felt dry and his eyes were glued to the other boy, to the way his lithe body comfortably moved on the ice...it was mesmerizing. He thought maybe he should feel jealous or threatened, but he could only gape in awe, feeling a pride that had sprung out of nowhere, a good kind of bubbling in his chest, making him want to smile as big as Blue was smiling. 

As Blue bowed and made his leave, Keith found himself having to stop his feet from going after him. He desperately wished to see those dark blue eyes sparkle - like they always did during a performance - closer to his face, to his own eyes.  

It surprised him how much.

Here’s my AO3 if you wanna keep track of it! Thanks for reading!

Lara, March 5th x

[darveyfics]

prompt: donna teaching harvey to skate, or vice versa

Darvey ice skating at the rockefeller center and maybe Harvey never learned to skate plss

“Slippery Slope”

“You’re doing it wrong.”

“How do you figure?” He grumbles in response, a sour expression on his face as he tries and fails to pick himself off the rink.

Donna purses her lips, “I’m fairly certain your ass isn’t meant to meet the ice every ten seconds.”

He glares up at her smirk, hesitating for a moment before accepting her outstretched hand. She helps him up in one fell swoop and he momentarily admires her physical strength.

“Why the hell did I agree to this again?” Harvey ponders, more to himself as he grips her glove covered hand tighter, gliding at a snail’s pace across the ice.

“Because I asked you to,” she reminds him with a cheeky smile.

His lips quirk at her pleased look, shaking his head at his own lack of self will when it came to Donna Paulsen. Momentarily distracted by the way her auburn hair flows in the wind, he suddenly feels himself wobbling again.

“Okay, tell me what I’m doing wrong here,” Harvey pleads, outstretching a hand in an attempt to steady himself.

“Try bending your knees, not too much though,” she eyes him warily as he fixes his stance next to her, “And try picking up your feet a little, so I’m not literally dragging you across the ice.”

He follows her instructions with a deep focus, doing as he was told to the best of his ability…

“What?” He tells her when he notices her biting her lip, holding back a laugh.

“What what?” She retorts in her best innocent tone.

He tilts his head at her, “Donna,”

“You just- you look like Bambi trying to walk, is all,” she finally lets a chuckle loose.

“Gee, thanks.”

The glare he sends her is enough to set him off balance again, nearly toppling over for the fifth time that night already.

Donna extends her arms out in reflex, ready to steady him if need be, “See? That’s what you get,” she mocks. “Okay, now try holding onto the railing.”

“I’m not a child, Donna.”

She lifts an eyebrow in his direction, “You’re sure as hell acting like one tonight.”

“Am not.”

“Oh, you’ve convinced me.” She gives him that Donna look until he relents, grabbing onto the railing with a pout on his lips.

They glide for a while in a comfortable silence, the already darkening sky making them one of the few skaters left in the rink. Harvey eyes the remaining children stumbling out of the ice with their parents by their side, the cacophony of giggles echoing in the distance as they flee into the night. He eyes his girlfriend then, a navy blue beanie adorning her head, whips of copper hair flowing against the cool night breeze.

“So, tell me something?” She turns to look at him, a relaxed smile playing on her peach tinted lips, “Why do you like ice skating so much?”

Donna shrugs, “I’ve just always enjoyed it, I don’t know, I don’t have some kind of sentimentality attached to it, it was just always something I did during this time of year.”

His smile mirrors her own, and he squeezes her hand in response. When she had come to him earlier in the week, a giddy smile on her lips as she stepped into his office and told him she planned on taking him out to ice skate, he’d been a little taken aback. For all the things he knew about his best friend, her love for ice skating had somehow slipped through the cracks. Still, he had hesitated when she asked, the thought alone making him shift uncomfortably in his chair.

“What?” She asked, half amused.

“I don’t- really ice skate, Donna.”

She smirked, “Of course you don’t, that’s why I’m going to teach you.”

“But-”

“No, ‘buts’, mister. We both know you’re going to cave eventually so just give it up. I’ll pick you on Saturday at seven. It’ll be fun.”

And with an all too excited grin, she had left his office with an extra bounce on her step. And it had been fun, mostly. If you didn’t count the times he had fallen on his ass during the first half hour alone… Still, watching her now, pale face flushed with glee, her nose and cheeks tinted red from the cold, he found that he was having fun. In some cliché he swore he never would fall victim to, just having her by his side was enough to make this winter endeavor all the more appealing.

“Okay, now you’re getting it.” Donna comments after a while, noting how he went from an awkward stumble to a semi-graceful glide, “Kind of,” she snorts when her voice causes him to falter.

His attempt at a glare fails when his lips quirk at her own smile. She had an uncanny ability to let her mirth rub onto him, as he’s come to realize in the thirteen years he’s known her.

“So, do you have any Christmas plans yet?” Harvey inquires after a beat, tightening his hold on her hand when they come to a turn.

Donna chews on her lips for a moment, his question catching her off guard. “Uh, not really, no. I mean, I usually go up to see my parents, but nothing has been set in stone yet this year, why?” She turns to look at him, her curiousity peeking when she can visibly see him trying to organize his next words in his mind.

“My brother called,” he starts slowly, gauging her reaction in the corner of his eye, “He has his annual Christmas Eve dinner thing he throws with his wife and her parents who also go, I think.” Donna sends him an amused smile as he starts fumbling through the words. “Their kids will also be there, of course.” He pauses for a moment, eyes trained on his skates, but she has an inkling he’s just trying to formulate his next words carefully. “And uh, well, my mom will be there too.”

Donna raises her eyebrows once his gaze meets hers, “Are you going?” She asks him quietly.

Harvey shrugs, “I want to. It’s been- too long since we all shared a Christmas together.”

She sends him a soft smile, squeezing his hand to let him know she understood.

“I want you to come with me,” he finally manages to get the words out, his eyes hopeful and shy all at once.

Despite the fact that she saw this coming, his invitation still sets her heart racing, the implications of what it meant to take a girl home for the holidays hitting her in full.

“You sure?” She breathes out.

Harvey nods, “Yeah, I want you there. Actually pretty certain I wouldn’t go without you,” he chuckles, trying to lighten the conversation.

Donna quirks her lips, “You could, you know.”

He shakes his head too quickly at her words and she finds herself laughing at the gesture, “Okay, I will.”

“Really?” His feet brake against the ice then, causing Donna to nearly face plant against the frozen water. Harvey reaches out without thought, steadying her with an unexpected balance, “You okay?” He smirks when she clutches his biceps to secure herself.

“You want me to leave you on the ice alone?” She raises her eyebrows at him, smirking in return when he visibly swallows her threat.

“Point taken,” he grumbles. His hands carefully slide down to her waist then, making sure they were balanced before he looked into her eyes again, “So… you’ll go?”

“Of course. How else am I going to get to hear all of the embarassing stories of one Harvey Specter when he was a child?” Her tongue peaks out between her teeth in a coy smile.

Despite himself, he lets a smile creep onto his own face, shaking his head at her antics. “God, you and my brother are going to get along well. Too well, if you ask me.”

Donna chuckles at his semi-horrified expression, “And your mom?”

Harvey sobers up, the casual mention of his mother still rocking him off kilter, “Well, she already loves you, that much I know.”

She tilts her head at his words, forehead knitting beneath her beanie, “How do you figure?”

“I may have- mentioned that you were the reason I finally went to go see her, why I forgave her after all this time.”

His confession hits her like a ton of bricks, not expecting this kind of admission from him, “Harvey…”

“I didn’t mention you by name, but she knows. I uh, also may have mentioned I was seeing someone during our last phone call and she kind of connected the dots,” he tells her sheepishly.

Her heart stutters at the mention of him telling his mom about her, knowing he wouldn’t share just anything with the woman. “You know that was all you, Harvey. I couldn’t have encouraged you to go see her if you weren’t ready.” Her glove covered hand meets his cheek, the warmth emitting from it making his eyes flutter close for a split second.

“I know,” he whispers, “But I also know I couldn’t have done it without you, gotten that extra push I needed to go see her.”

She smiles in response, her lips meeting his in a short peck before settling against him again. “I’m proud of you, Harvey. You deserve to have all the family you can have around you, especially during this time of year.”

“So do you,” he replies on a reflex, bringing both of her hands to his lips. He knows that after her father had spent of all of their family savings, she never quite had that picture perfect holiday again. Neither of them did. “You’re my family now, Donna. I mean, you always were, that goes without saying, but from here on out? We’re a package deal.”

She tries to come up with a quip to throw his way, still not used to having this overly sweet and sappy Harvey in her life, but finds that she can’t find it in her. Not when he’s looking at her with those warm brown eyes that have comforted her for twelve plus years, that she now gets to wake up to everyday.

Instead, she leans up as best she could with her skates on, standing on the tip of the blades to give him a lingering kiss. His arms wind around her automatically, keeping her in place as he angles his head against her, deepening their kiss. She only lets his tongue slide agains her a few times, pulling back before their kiss goes too far, knowing there were still a few children lurking around the arena.

Parting from his lips, she finds a Cheshire Cat-like smile facing her, and she feels her cheeks warming against his gaze, “What?” she chuckles.

Harvey shakes his head, “Nothing, just, you look cute tonight.”

That warming in her cheeks grows ten-fold then and she curses herself for being so affected by him. “Cute?”

“Yeah,” Harvey shrugs, that boyish grin still in place. His eyes rake over her form, from her navy blue beanie, to the matching scarf she wore, making her appear more youthful. It was a strike contrast to the array of expensive dresses and heels he saw her in at work everyday, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to seeing her, having her, in the most casual and normal settings.

Her eyes narrow playfully at him, “I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not,” she jokes.

“Compliment,” Harvey reassures, leaning over to press a kiss to her cold nose.

An unexpected giggle escapes her at his actions, and she suddenly feels like she’s sixteen, out on an ice skating date with her first boyfriend, “You’re incorrigible.”

He sends her that cheeky smile again as she shakes her head, taking his hand in hers to continue their journey across the ice. In a bold move, he starts to pick up the pace, getting a handle on the movements of his feet, gliding through with a sudden speed.

“You know, I think I’m starting to get the hang of this,” he notes proudly.

“Harvey…” Donna eyes him warily when they start picking up momentum, his hand leaving the rail in increments, “Harvey I didn’t think-”

Suddenly, his feet grow a mind of their own, his own skates colliding and causing him to stumble forward. She reaches over to him on reflex, trying to break his fall and get him to hold onto the wall at the same time. In an attempt to prevent himself from toppling over her, he reels her back in, causing him to tumble backwards, landing himself firmly on his ass, with Donna half on top of him, a squeal of surprise and fear leaving her lips.

“Harvey what the hell!”

Her own ass is planted on the ice, leaving her long legs to be strewn across his lap.

“Shit,” Harvey winces, a sharp pain shooting straight through him, “Are you okay?” He eyes her then, concern written on his features as he studies her for any visible injuries.

“I’m fine,” she scowls, “I didn’t notice you hit your head the last time you fell, did you suddenly forget you couldn’t skate?” she swats his chest in annoyance.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles beside her, trying to dust off the pieces of ice off their pants.

“Uh, huh.”

“Hey, you sure you’re okay?” He reaches for her hand, eyes riddled with guilt.

Her demeanor softens slightly under his gaze, “Yeah,” she breathes out at once, “You?”

Harvey only nods dumbly in response, “My ego is more bruised than my ass, but I’m fine.” Her lips curl at his words, watching as he grumbles trying to stand himself up.

“Easy there, hot shot,” Donna swings her legs over him, managing to stand up with ease before she reaches her hands out to him.

“God, I hope our kid grows up to have your coordination and not mine,” Harvey mutters as he finally stands to full height.

“What?”

“What what?” Harvey watches her wide eyes with confusion, until his own words sink in.

Oh.

Our kid.

“Oh, I, uh, I didn’t mean- I just meant- that when we, well not when, but you know, if we ever- if you want-”

“Harvey,” If she wasn’t so taken aback by his words she would’ve laughed at his near horrified expression.

Her boyfriend sighs, “I just-”

“You think about that? Having kids?” Her voice is soft when she speaks, almost timid. It had only been a few months since they had gotten together, and even with thirteen years of history behind them, they still hadn’t talked about having kids or marriage. She almost thought she was going to meet the ice again when the words had slipped out of his mouth.

“I- well, yeah,” he confesses on a sigh, “Does that freak you out?” He inquires with a wince, almost expecting her to run away, or better yet skate away, screaming.

A laugh escapes her at his words, surprised he would be the one voicing that, “No, it doesn’t.” She steps closer to him then, trying her best to hold onto his arms without letting them lose their balance again.

His lips quirk, “No?”

Donna shakes her head, her hazel eyes gleaming under the towering lights of the city, “I just never thought you would…”

“Want kids?”

She bites her lip in response, nodding.

He mirrors her nod, “Yeah, I never would’ve thought so either,” he takes hold of the railing, clasping onto her hand as they begin a slower glide through the rink again, “I never saw myself being… that guy.”

“A dad?” She ponders beside him, watching him.

“Yeah, but then,” he turns to look at her before facing ahead again, not wanting to land them on the cold ground again, “We got together, and it’s- been on my mind a lot.”

Once again, his confession makes her heart race against her chest, her own words catching in her throat with an emotion she didn’t even know where to place.

“I just feel like, we already wasted so much time being apart you know?” His guilt over that fact was something she has come to know too well, knowing that he still beat himself up for taking too long to get to where they were now, despite her constant reassurance that it had been a two-person job.

Suddenly, a thought enters her mind, and she tries not to let it halter her movements lest they fall again, “Wait… are you saying you want kids… soon?”

Her breath hitches as she waits for his response, only relaxing when he shakes his head.

“No, no, I mean, if it happened, then, I’ll be thrilled- albeit freaked the hell out,” she laughs at his admission, “but, I do want it to happen. Someday.” His eyes turn to meet hers again, and that familiar fluttering in her stomach rises.

“Someday,” she echoes softly.

“Yeah, someday.” His grin encourages her own, and he squeezes her hand in response.

They glide in a comfortable silence across the ice for a couple more minutes, relishing in the quiet of the night, a rarity for living in the city.

“Just promise me one thing?” Donna’s voice finally breaks through.

“Anything,” comes his immediate response.

“Let me be the one to teach our kid how to skate.”

[dragonydreams]

Thankful for You - Captain Canary

Title: Thankful for You Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow Rating: Teen Pairings/Characters: Sara Lance/Leonard Snart Summary: Thanksgiving in New York. Timeline: between S1 & S2 - Snart!Lives Word Count: 1,457 Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Berlanti Productions, DC Entertainment, and Warner Bros. Television. Betas: Thank you to angelskuuipo and shanachie_quill for looking this over for me. Author's Note: I have watched way too many Hallmark Christmas movies lately. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

 It was Thanksgiving Day in New York City 2015 and the Legends had to destroy a jump ship that was being used on one of the Macy's parade floats. The float had a futuristic theme and the builder had found the abandoned ship in the woods of upstate New York.

Rip and Jax managed to sneak into the warehouse holding the float and remove all future tech so that the ship was just a dead shell. Once the mission was complete, Rip gave the team some time to relax in the city.

Mick and Ray wanted to go watch the parade. Both of them were excited for the musical numbers, especially since the <i>Fiddler on the Roof</i> revival would be performing. Mick was planning on catching a matinee the next day before they had to leave. He might even let the professor tag along if he didn't bother him too much while watching the parade; Martin and Jax had decided to join them.

Rip headed back to the ship so that he and Gideon could inventory the tech they'd removed from the float ship.

Hoping to avoid some of the crowd, Sara and Leonard headed to Rockefeller Center.

Leonard leaned against the railing, looking down at the ice skaters below them, pulling his gloves more firmly onto his hands.

"Not enjoying the cold, Cold?" Sara teased, lifting onto her toes to get a better look over the railing beside him.

"I'm just peachy," he drawled, frowning at Sara's carefree enjoyment of the chilly weather.

She grinned back at him over her shoulder quickly before returning her gaze to the skaters below.

Leonard took a moment to look at her while she was otherwise focused. She wore a white down coat with a sky blue knit scarf wrapped around her neck, with a matching beanie and mittens. He couldn't help smirking at the fact that she wore actual mittens rather than gloves.

He would never admit it, but her mittens looked like they were much warmer than his own leather gloves. He flexed his fingers at the thought before balling them into fists and stuffing them into the pockets of his blue parka. He hadn't worn it much lately, the lighter leather jacket being more efficient for most missions, but this was much better suited to the current weather.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Leonard asked, "Care to join them?"

"Do you skate?" Sara asked, turning around to lean back against the railing so she could face him.

"Not for a very long time, but I used to," Leonard admitted.

"Really?" Sara asked with a raised eyebrow.

"There was a park a few blocks from my childhood home that made a rink once it was cold enough," he said. "When I was little, before my mom died, she used to take me there. Then I took Lisa when she was old enough. She used to love to ice skate."

Sara had to force herself to keep her jaw from dropping. It wasn't like Leonard to share so much personal information; willingly.

"Laurel was the better ice skater in our family. I was more into rollerblading, but they're not too different," Sara said.

Leonard held out one gloved hand to Sara. "Shall we?"

Sara grinned at him as she took his hand with her mittened one and they turned to head down the stairs and get tickets and skates.

The attraction they'd been fighting for months reared its head as they tentatively stepped out onto the ice, once again hand in hand.

"Lead with the right?" Leonard suggested and at Sara's nod, they took off.

They started slowly, with small, wobbly gliding movements. It didn't take long for Sara's League training to kick in and she soon found her balance and began to practically pull Leonard along.

Leonard couldn't help admiring how beautiful Sara was with her cheeks rosy from exertion and the cold, her hair whirling around her face when she turned around to grin at him. It was at moments like this that he wondered why they were being so careful with each other when he knew this attraction was mutual.

"What's that look for?" Sara asked, turning to face him, skating backwards.

"I like when it's just us," Leonard said, surprising both of them with his honesty.

Sara smiled softly at that, stopping their movement. "I like it, too."

She looked up at Leonard and noticed his ears were turning red. Assuming it was from the cold; she reached out and pulled his hood up to settle over his head.

"What was that for?" he asked with a smirk.

"Your ears looked cold," Sara said. She gave the hood a final tug before lowering her hands.

"I hadn't noticed," Leonard admitted.

As the stared at each other, the moment felt charged.

Leonard moved his foot to keep his balance on the blades and just as he was about to throw caution to the wind, he vaguely caught the words "Look out" being called out. The next thing he knew he was falling forward onto Sara as a teenager careened into him.

"Watch where you're going!" he snarled from his position sprawled on top of Sara.

"Sorry, dude," the young man said, speeding back off towards his friends, laughing all the while.

"Are you okay?" Leonard asked, moving off of Sara.

"My ass is gonna have a bruise the size of a baseball, but otherwise I'm fine," Sara grumbled, getting to her feet. As Leonard struggled to get to his feet, Sara reached out and helped him up.

"I think we've had enough ice skating for one day," Leonard said, holding his hand out for Sara.

"I'm going to have to agree with you there," Sara said, taking his hand.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Leonard said.

"That I agreed with you or that you got knocked down by a tween?" Sara teased.

"Both," Leonard said.

They exchanged their skates for their boots and decided to see if the cafe next door was open. Luckily it was.

As they settled at a small table, Leonard took a sip of his hot chocolate, enjoying the warmth as he swallowed. He frowned as Sara inhaled her frothy pumpkin spice latte.

"How can you drink that?" he asked, sniffing with disdain.

"It's delicious," Sara said, taking a long sip. "Besides, it's Thanksgiving, the day of pumpkin." She emphasized this point by taking a bite of her pumpkin pie, humming her enjoyment of it.

"Silly me," he drawled, "here I thought it was all about turkey and thanking your oppressors."

"I guess we should be glad that Rip didn't take us back to the first Thanksgiving," Sara said.

Leonard shuddered at the thought. "That would not end well."

Sara nodded her agreement.

They sat in companionable silence as they finished off their drinks, Leonard having pulled out a deck of cards and dealt a hand for gin.

When their mugs were nothing but colorful swirls of liquid, they bundled up again and headed back out into the cold. The Waverider was cloaked in Central Park, so they headed in that direction.

Pressing her luck, after the day they'd had, Sara slipped her arm through Leonard's as they walked. He looked down at her, but said nothing.

"This has been a nice day," Sara said, her steps slowing the closer they got to the ship.

"It always is when it's the two of us," Leonard agreed. Then he tentatively suggested, "We should do it again."

Sara stopped in her tracks. "Leonard Snart, did you just ask me out on a date?"

"And if I did?" he returned, fear of rejection making him defensive.

"I'd say that it's about time," Sara said. "And that I'd love to."

Taking a step closer to Sara, Leonard asked, "Do you know what I'm thankful this year?"

"That we managed to save you from sacrificing yourself at the Oculus?" Sara guessed.

Leonard reached out to brush a strand of hair off of her face, his fingers grazing her jaw. "Well, yes, but I was going to say that I'm thankful I agreed to come on this mission and met you."

"Who would have thought that you'd be the sappy one in this relationship?" Sara asked, leaning into his touch.

"So, this is a relationship?" Leonard asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Well," Sara dragged out. "We're about to be. Just as soon as…"

"As soon as what?" Leonard interrupted.

"As soon as, this." Sara rose up on her toes as she pressed her lips to Leonard's. He immediately pulled her closer, returning the kiss.

When they broke apart, Sara whispered, "I'm thankful for you, too," before reclaiming his lips.

The End

[hopenobodyeverfindsthis]

Victor and Yuuri being the over the top pda couple really brings me life, like they show up to practice every morning holding hands and Victor has to dramatically sigh and kiss Yuuri’s hand before he can finally bring himself to let go. And they both look a little sad about it, as if they’d rather just attempt to skate the whole practice holding hands then bear to be a few meters apart and Yurio’s eyeballs are going to fall out of his head if he doesn’t stop rolling them so hard.

They find literally any excuse they can to touch each other. It is the worst. Yuuri goes out of his way to brush Victor’s hair from his face himself when it falls in his eyes, insists he doesn’t have to cut it. Victor is never subtle about how he lets his hand linger when handing Yuuri anything. They’ll both insist on putting the skate guards on the other’s skates themselves. They’re not subtle.

The first time Victor shows the full choreography for his new free skate to the rest of the team Yuuri is in tears, even if the rest of the Russian team has no idea why. Victor races toward him and cups his face, presses their foreheads together to tell him it’s all for him because ‘you’re the reason I fell in love with the ice again,’ to which Yuuri just gives him a teary-eyed grin and says ‘you’re the reason I fell in love with the ice in the first place’ before sweeping him into a kiss. They obnoxiously ignore Yakov shouting at Victor to quit canoodling and start from the top, damnit. Victor even writes an incredibly sappy intro for his performance detailing how each element represents one of the (infinite) things he loves about Yuuri, which the announcers have to read live at every competition. (It is shameless, how a single combination could possibly represent ‘the adorable way Yuuri’s eyes shine right before he does something I told him not to’ is anyone’s guess)

Yakov calls all the skaters for a team meeting and Victor casually plops himself in Yuuri’s lap, beaming. Yuuri barely seems to notice, just wraps his arms around Victor’s waist and rests his chin on his shoulder as he absently rubs Victor’s hip with his thumb. Yurio mock gags. Georgi starts to cry. Mila is trying not to laugh. Yakov is going to have a migraine.

They find literally any excuse to compliment the other. Interviews with either of them are the worst because Yuuri will start gushing about the amazing quad Victor pulled off and Victor will be near tears talking about how beautiful Yuuri’s performance was, oh, by the way did you know we’re getting married, look at my ring, isn’t it beautiful, my fiance bought it for me- What, my performance? Right, so it’s dedicated to my beautiful fiance-

Congratulatory pecks on the lips when one of them does a good job. A reassuring kiss on the cheek when Victor’s knees are getting to him and he has an off day. Soft kisses after a particularly grueling work out. Yurio throws a water bottle at their heads.

So many hugs. An excuse for a hug is never passed up. At one point Yurio makes the mistake of scoffing at them and Yuuri asks if he’d like a hug as well. This leads to a huge uptick in the number of Russian team group hugs, with Yakov squished in the middle, seriously considering retirement.

[fyeahleoji]

Gasolina

@bathsoaps - 4 times Guang-Hong brought the gasoline. umm, hope you like?? haha, this got a little long, too. 

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1)

The whole world probably had a simultaneous aneurysm when Ji Guang-Hong announced his theme for the 2015 Grand Prix finals as Bonds and Violence. Shy, sweet Guang-Hong, who blushed for the media and sent Snapchats with flowers threaded through his hair…

And sure, Leo was a little bit surprised. But at the same time, he wasn’t, because even though skating was supposed to be about reaching outside your comfort level, he knew Guang-Hong better than that. Anyone who thought he was all flowers and blushing was an idiot.

(Or they just didn’t know him well enough. Not the way Leo did, at least.)

Because Guang-Hong was ten thousand tons of explosive energy corked into the world’s cutest bomb, his pretty smile the curved sheath to a knife. He was dirty jokes slid under your ribs at 3 AM and slivers of pale skin right beneath the edges of his sweater…

He could probably kill Leo and not even get any blood on his pink cheetah-print curtains.

Fortunately, Guang-Hong wasn’t like that all the time. (Leo was glad for that-  he’d probably die.) But when he was, it brought feelings up to the surface of Leo’s skin that he wasn’t quite ready to face, like even though he wanted to run, there was the inexplicable urge of wanting to grab the front of Guang-Hong’s costume and smash their mouths together on the ice.

He was standing in the room watching Guang-Hong’s programme on television. And it was terrifying, like he was fighting instead of skating, a spark in his eyes that couldn’t just be there for the crowd.

“Your boyfriend’s fire,” one of the other skaters commented, and Leo blushed and tore his gaze from the screen.

That wasn’t true. Guang-Hong was just his friend.

---

2)

The second time it happened (in Leo’s decidedly terrible memory), they were thousands of miles apart.

Most of the time, Leo hated those thousands of miles. Hated that Guang-Hong was just pixels on a screen, their day and nights reversed. But this time, he was quietly relieved, because he wouldn’t be close enough for Guang-Hong to burn with his flame.

(That might not be true, actually. Guang-Hong managed to wreck him from an ocean away better than anyone else in America ever had.)

They were both tired today. Their practices were long and grueling, and somehow, (scientific phenomena) their bad moods tended to sync up. They sat without talking, a miniature version of Guang-Hong bandaging his feet up on the screen. Leo plucked at the strings of his guitar, the music for once not making him feel any better.

God… skating had killed him today, a series of one trainwreck after another. All of his muscles were sore, not a single bone in his body spared from the torture, and usually, he was okay with that. Okay with that because he felt like he was making progress?

But he was just stuck.

Leo relied on presentation. Relied on his own choreography, on the way he was able to understand the music. But last year’s GPF had showed him that wasn’t enough, so he’d been on the ice for weeks on end now, trying to master a quad. And today his coach had snapped.

She’d apologized right afterward, but her words didn’t hurt any less. Because they were true.

“What’s on your mind?” Guang-Hong asked. “I just sent you a doge meme. And like, you didn’t respond.” Leo checked his phone- there was indeed an image in his inbox. His mouth twitched in the beginnings of a smile before settling down into a hard neutral name.

“My coach told me I should quit today,” Leo said finally.

Guang-Hong’s eyes hardened. “Did she mean it?”

“Does it matter?” Leo asked.

“God, don’t ask stupid questions. Of course it does.”

Leo took a deep breath, putting the guitar down. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

Guang-Hong was silent on the other end of the line before whispering, “You can’t possibly believe that.”

And maybe that was the motivation Leo needed to just spill, because it’d been building up for weeks at this point, and right now it almost didn’t matter that Guang-Hong might never look at him the same way again…

Leo laughed bitterly, running his hands through his hair. “I do. Because you know what, we can’t all be Yuuri and Viktor and Chris… some of us just aren’t good enough.”

“Don’t,” Guang-Hong said, and his voice was hard. “Don’t, if you do, I’ll never forgive you.”

Leo’s voice rose, cold and broken. “Can’t you just let me fuck up my quad toe in peace? You got them in what, after a month? And I’ve been going at this for almost a quarter of a year and I’ve been landing on my ass every single time.”

“This isn’t you,” Guang-Hong said. His phone trembled, like he couldn’t hold it right.

“Yeah- well. I guess it’s not. Because all I am- is…”

“A what.”

“A nothing,” he said. “A fuck-up. I don’t deserve to stand on the same ice as you guys…”

There was nothing for a couple of seconds, and Leo thought that Guang-Hong had hung up. If he had, Leo deserved it- he felt like he was spiralling, quick and hard and uncontrollable, and he wasn’t going to drag Guang-Hong down with him.

And then the phone exploded. No- just the volume. He nearly dropped the device from the sheer force of Guang-Hong’s voice, hard and angry and jesus was that the boy that had stood eating jianbing near a street vendor-

“Clearly, you need someone to knock some sense into you!” he yelled. “Okay, listen up- and you’re going to listen, I don’t care if I fucking blow your eardrums out with this speech, because you need to hear this. Do you even know how much I admire the way you skate? How much I wish I could do choreography like that? Your quad toe can go fuck itself for all I care, because I love the way you skate, and so many people love the way you skate- and maybe you don’t believe in yourself but I fucking do and you. Are not. Going to question that.”

(Silence.)

“Leo de la Iglesia, if you hung up, I’m going to take a plane over there and murder you with an ancient Chinese blood ritual. Or maybe a kitchen knife. Both.”

“No, I’m still here,” Leo said, dazed.

“God, you better be.”

“I deserved that, didn’t I.”

“Trust me, you don’t deserve anything,” Guang-Hong said, and Leo’s head dropped. “I just- don’t let it get so bad that you threaten to quit on me, okay? We still need to podium together at the GPF… don’t try and drown everything out with your trashy pop music. Talk to me.”

“I don’t listen to trashy pop music.”

“If you say so.”

---

3)

Leo never really had any memorable airplane scenes before. Sure, there was that one time he couldn’t fall asleep and ended up puking on the landing… but he wasn’t referring to the actual airplane part. Just the airport.

Usually, waiting at an airport felt comfortable. He felt slightly dizzy, sometimes, if he was the one getting off, and slightly bored if he was the one waiting. Because he knew what he’d see, that they would look the same way they always did.

But Guang-Hong was uncharted territory.

There were only a certain amount of pixels on a screen, and Guang-Hong was- well, the planes of his face, his body, was infinite. Leo could probably make an entire soundtrack from his freckles alone (he considered that one night before deciding he’d be way too embarrassed if anyone ever found it… Guang-Hong did have a playlist on his phone, though. Gasolina. Andas en mi Cabeza. Shooting Star. It was way too long and Leo listened to it way too often.)

So he didn’t really know how it would be when he saw Guang-Hong again. And Jesus, it felt like he was getting ready to jump out of his skin at this point.

And then- there. In the crowd. He was wearing his Team China jacket and pulling a beat-up red suitcase behind him, at least a dozen charms attached to the straps.

He’s full-screen, Leo thought. Then, because that was the dumbest thought ever, No. Duh. That’s because he’s here.

His heart pounded. Guang-Hong still hadn’t seen him, and Leo couldn’t even move.

I should. Tell him I’m here. He’d thought of plenty of first sentences he wanted to say, witty and cool. Something about overpriced airport empanadas or American-flavored t-shirts. But all he could think about when he saw him was oh my god he’s here and I really, really want to kiss him.

He’d have to work on that second urge. Who knew if Guang-Hong wanted to kiss him back?

It turned out that he didn’t have to worry because Guang-Hong said it first. “Leo!” he said. Not that loud.

Leo bit his mouth. “Hi,” he managed to get out. He’s so real. How is his face and voice so different than what they were an hour ago? Also, can my thoughts please dial back on the gay? This is getting out of hand. Don’t scoop him up- airport security will probably think you’re trying to kill him or something.

Guang-Hong ran over. And his posture was shy, but his face was blazing, and the way he mumbled I missed you nearly melted Leo into the floor.

---

4)

July. Fireflies appearing in the bushes like spots of light, and Leo was only a little bit sad that Guang-Hong was leaving tomorrow. (That’s Guang-Hong for you; hard to say hello to, and hard to say goodbye, but the middle left Leo dizzy and breathless and alive.)

“I don’t want to go,” Guang-Hong confessed. “Your family’s so nice.”

“My little sister’s, like, in love with you,” Leo said. So am I- maybe it’s a gene that runs in the family.

Guang-Hong smirked. “Nah, she just loves my hair.” And Leo grinned, because Guang-Hong was the kind of guy that would let seven-year-old girls stick pins in his hair and then actually keep them in for the rest of the day until they fell out in his sleep.

“So,” Leo said. “I feel like we should be talking about something.”

“And we’re not?” Guang-Hong asked. “This is usually how conversations work, Leo. With words.”

“You know what I meant,” Leo mumbled. “Just- you’re going tomorrow. I feel like I should be making some kind of sappy dramatic speech right now. Like at the end of a movie.”

Guang-Hong smiled. “Oh, so like in the King and the Skater.”

“Exactly like in the King and the Skater.”

“What, you want me to kiss you before I leave for China?”

“Yes.”

Silence. Leo couldn’t breathe. “I- I mean,” he stammered. “Um.”

Guang-Hong rolled his eyes. “Oh my god, shut up-” before he stood up on his tiptoes and yanked Leo’s mouth down to meet his.

(And Leo learned that Guang-Hong kissed like fire.)

[fantasiavii]

YOI and the World Team Trophy

This is not well thought out at all, I’m still a little too unfamiliar with how the World Team Trophy works because I have to much school work to watch a lot of it yet but I can’t stop thinking about the Yuri on Ice au so here we go!

First things first it’s going to be Yuuri against, like, the entire Russian team which is going to be BIZARRE.  

Especially since Yuuri’s been training in St Petersburg and he’s an official part of the Russian team family now

Viktor and Yuuri parting dramatically like they’re Rose and Jack on the Titanic (I’ll never let you go) and everyone is like...seriously

Yuri is probably yelling 

(YOU’RE SITTING TWENTY FEET AWAY FROM EACH OTHER, MORONS!)

YUURI AND MINAMI AS THE JAPANESE MENS SINGLES SKATERS OKAY, I AM SO INTO THIS.  (Minami’s got stars in his eyes.)

Yuuri and Minami probably start off awkward like they did in ep5 but then they start getting more competitive with the Russians and there’s lots of great BONDING.

(The competitiveness is mostly a joke, they’re all friends.)

Viktor is still pining like he’s a planet away instead of 20 feet away*

(People are less sure of whether he’s joking or not)

(Yuuri might be playing into it)

(Maybe they’re both trolling the rest of them who knows lol)

VIKTOR AND YURI OKAY

Viktor being the Super Supportive Dad™️ and Yuri is super embarrassed, of course

BUT THEN the rest of the Russian team is there (well, not Georgi because they can only have two mens singles skaters 😕 ) AND THEY ALL LOVE YURI TOO

Group hugs is what I’m saying

They all just kind of pile on top of Yuri in the kiss and cry

Yuri is so, so mad

(but he loves them) 

Yakov is So Done™️

I love the Russian team family

The Russian team is lowkey in another competition to be the most ridiculous (in terms of cheering, costumes, general antics).  Against who, you ask?  Either the Americans or the Canadians.  I would usually say the Americans but did you see those antlers?  Also, JJ is Canadian and he is definitely extra enough to join that competition.

(Holy shit JJ IN THE ANTLERS WHY DID THIS ONLY JUST OCCUR TO ME.)

The competition to be the most ridiculous is expected.  What’s NOT is the competition between Russia and Japan (because their best skaters are getting married for god’s sake) but I have an idea it starts something like this

The competition starts normally.  Minami and Yuuri are awkward (my babies I love them) 

AND THEN Yuri Plisetsky marches (or skates?) over during a warm up/practice in all his Yuri Plisetsky glory and rage™️ and says something rude about beating Yuuri this time (headcanon that Yuuri won Worlds) 

and then Minami gets defensive because he’s not used to Yuri’s particular brand of affection and says that Yuuri will win, of course

and somehow it all escalates until Yuuri (kind of playfully) supports Minami in this rivalry (“Come on, Minami!  We’ve got to beat those Russians!  Show them whose country they’re in!”)

but then it continues on, kind of as a joke, kind of as an excuse for Yuuri and Minami to cheer really hard for each other and basically get into cheering competitions with the Russians

and like they mention it a ridiculous amount like “well at least you scored higher than the Russians,” “our ladies singles skaters are definitely going to beat the Russians,” “yes they’re good at skating but is the Russian team this cute/sexy”

(Yuuri is lying through his teeth for that last one and he knows it)

(Viktor may or may not be doing purposefully distracting things in the background to make Yuuri stumble over his words) 

but like Yuuri and Minami act like they don’t even care about winning, they just care about beating the Russians

they get the rest of the Japanese team in on it

Yuuri even slips it into an interview at one point but he’s kind of laughing and the interviewer is really confused

I don’t know if I’m expressing how funny this is to me in my head but in my head it’s fucking hilarious

like can you imagine Viktor not knowing if Yuuri is serious at first and Yuuri just being like “Oh no.  Vitya.  You’ve chosen...THE LOSING SIDE.”  And Minami just waving a Japanese flag in the background or some shit

by the time of the free skate, Viktor’s had enough with sitting 20 feet away and tries to sneak into the kiss and cry with the Japanese team

OH NO A RUSSIAN INVASION

okay I’ll stop I promise

Yuuri magnanimously lets him in so Viktor’s there when it becomes clear that Yuuri beat Viktor’s score

I would say, KISSING ON LIVE INTERNATIONAL TELEVISION HOW SCANDALOUS but like

been there, done that

(is there room for one more beating the Russians joke, Yuuri thinks there is)

idk who wins overall though

(maybe the real gold medal was the friends we made along the way)

(also the literal rings because Viktor and Yuuri are getting married after the season ends because Yuuri won gold at Worlds)

all of them goof off on ice during the opening/closing, Viktor and Yuuri are ridiculously sappy, and it’s really just a fun, no stakes competition with playful rivalry and lots of laughter

*I keep saying 20 feet because the boxes look really close together but it’s probably not actually 20 feet

[ellayuki]

#victuuriweek

title:  in these moments, i give myself (my heart) to you

prompt:  day five: domesticity, victor: anniversaries   

rating: not applicable (aka general audiences)

warnings: not applicable (aka not any)

summary: above all else (except for one), victor loves celebrating the anniversary of the banquet the most, because reasons.

link to ao3: link

victor likes to celebrate the anniversary of the banquet.

even after years, even when they’ve both finally, officially retired, days of glory on ice behind them, and other occasions to celebrate happened, victor still makes it a point of celebrating that one night.

it’s the night everything changes, the night he stopped being just victor the skater and started being victor the person, the man, too, for the first time in so many years. it’s the night yuuri drunkenly stole his breath and his heart and there’s no way he’ll ever stop thinking of that date as special.

sure, there are others as well, of course there are. the day they first kissed, in an euphoria-induced moment of impulse, the day they exchanged rings in front of a church in Barcelona (which, technically, is only a few days before the banquet anniversary), choir singing, bells ringing, hearts pounding.

the day yuuri won his first grand prix final gold, and his first world gold and his first Olympic gold and the first time they slept together and the day they started living together, just the two of them (well, and makkachin). the day they got makkachin a new, small friend.

yuuri thinks he’s being silly, says they can’t celebrate all these things every year, that maybe they should just keep it to a couple of them, maybe, like normal people. but victor won’t have it.

he tells yuuri in no uncertain terms that, for him, this is a first (and hopefully an only) and he wants to celebrate everything yuuri-related in his life because yuuri brings him more joy than anything ever has. yuuri gets bashful at that, a soft flush staining his cheeks, but he can’t quite suppress the pride gleaming in his eyes.

the only one yuuri doesn’t complain about in embarrassment is their wedding anniversary. and victor always makes sure to go a little overboard with that one (well, a bit more overboard than usual, which… is a hell of a lot.)

but yes, the banquet is special and victor will celebrate it each year without fail and he will fight anyone who says that it’s too weird or too corny or too sappy. it’s not. it’s his third favorite day of the year (after his wedding day and yuuri’s birthday) and he will treat it accordingly come hell or high water.

yuuri has long given up trying to convince him to please forget about it.

[pliroyweek]

YOUR SMILE ❤

PLIROY WEEK 2017 DAY 1: BIRTHDAY (HAPPY BIRTHDAY YURI)

Warning : Character Death

“Yuriiiiiiii. Yours truly, King JJ The Great is already at the airport. Where are you?” JJ whined into the phone, feeling impatient. His legs were tired from standing too long, forehead sticky with sweat and yet, he was still waiting for his always-so-fashionably late boyfriend.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU ASS. I’m driving as fast as I could,” Yuri spat back and JJ can hear the consecutive loud honks of Yuri’s car in the background.

“Well, drive faster. You said you didn’t want me to pick you up. Now, look what happened. We’re late for our flight. You wouldn’t want to miss Yuuri and Victor’s wedding do you?” JJ said playfully.

Yuri scoffed, “Yeah, who would want to miss the greatest wedding in the world. Certainly NOT ME.”

JJ could hear every drop of sarcasm in Yuri’s tone that he can’t help but laugh.

“WHY THE HELL DID THEY DECIDED TO GET MARRIED ON MY BIRTHDAY ANYWAY?! How fucking annoying. I’d rather spend the day with you, cozy in our apartment, than to attend that stupid wedding,” added Yuri.

“Oohhh. So you’d rather spend the day with my pretty ass? You must really like me, huh?” JJ teased, his hand stroking his chin as if he was thinking deeply.

“H-huh?! S-shut up! I’m driving here. If I crash this car and die, I’m blaming you, asshole…” Yuri sputtered, clearly embarrassed with his remark. JJ couldn’t be more pleased with his boyfriend’s cute reaction.

“Aww. Don’t get mad, kitten. We both know it’s true…” said JJ.

“Say that again and I’m breaking up with you…” threatened Yuri.

“EHH? WHAT? WHY?! DON’T LEAVE ME!” pouted JJ, acting very child-like that it made Yuri smile.

“Tsk. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you, ever. Even though you’re the most annoying person on Earth,” Yuri said as a-matter-of-factly.

“I think you mean, ‘even though I’m the most handsome person on Earth’,” JJ corrected, wiggling his eyebrows proactively.

“You know what? I’m hanging up. I think talking to you would most likely kill me than an accident.” Yuri deadpanned and he wanted to hang up right then and there.

“Wait Yuri.”

“What?”

“I love you,” JJ suddenly said, glad that Yuri can’t see the blush spreading across his cheeks. The was a short pause on the other line, followed by a short laugh.

“Ugghhh. You’re so gross. We’ll see each other in an hour, you idiot. I’ll text you when I get there. Bye.”

The call ended.

An hour has passed after that call, but Yuri was still nowhere to be seen.

JJ woke up to the sound of the alarm clock. He opened his eyes. The room was dimly lit by the sunlight seeping throught the window curtains. He turned slightly to the left and reached up ever so slowly to turn off the alarm. He was greeted by Yuri’s angelic smile that could probably cure cancer.

“Good morning beautiful. Happy birthday,” JJ got up and stretched up his arms. He turned to Yuri’s direction and smiled.

“Wanna go to the rink today? Let’s skate the whole day. Then I’m gonna to buy you a cake on the way home, alright?” JJ asked softly, so soft that he’s the only one who could hear it. But Yuri was still just smiling.

“Okay. Let’s go!” JJ quickly showered, got ready and dressed in less than an hour. It also didn’t took him long to get to the skating rink, considering that it was just a 20-minute drive from his apartment.

When he entered the rink, he did his routine; he greeted the staff and skaters, changed his clothes in the locker room, stretched and warmed-up thoroughly, put on his skates, and did his signature ‘JJ Style’ pose (which a lot of people laughed at by the way), before getting on the ice.

At first, JJ was just sliding across the ice, wandering aimlessly as though he was exploring every inch of it. Slowly, he added a few turns, loops and flips here and there. Just when he finished doing a toe loop, a familiar music played in the background.

Agape

As if swayed by the music, he started gliding gracefully over the ice. Dancing the same steps Yuri did before, JJ acted like he doesn’t have any care in the world. Hi sould connected with both the song and the dance that he didn’t even realize it was almost over.

The music stopped and was replaced by a deafening round of applause, causing his heart to twist in a familiar way. Panting, he took an exaggerated bow accompanied by his usual toothy grin.

“THANK YOU!” JJ shouted.

A few more hours of skating and JJ decided to head home. He said his goodbyes to the poeple at the rink and changed his clothes.

On his way home, he dropped by Yuri’s favorite cake shop, which apparently popular with young females.

“Good evening sir. Which cake would you like?” the shop lady batted her eyes one too many times, cleary attracted to JJ’s insanely good looks.

JJ could already imagine Yuri flying off the handle at situations like these. He would most likely say, 'Bitch, bat your eyes one more time at my boyfriend and I SWEAR I WILL FUCKING STAB THEM.’

JJ snorted at his ridiculous thought at the same time it felt like someone was pinching his heart.

“Umm… sir?” the shop lady looked at him weirdly.

JJ straighted up and bought a mini strawberry shortcake, which was Yuri’s favorite, along with a small tiger printed candle.

On the drive home, JJ was grinning from ear to ear like the idiot that he is. He knew Yuri would love the cake and the tiger candle.

JJ was deep in his thoughts when his phone suddenly rang.

JJ’s phone suddenly rang, making him jump.

He looked at the caller ID and saw Yuri’s name in clear bold letters.

JJ worriedly answered, “Hey! Where are you? I’ve been waiting for over an hour. Our flight had alreadly left. What—”

“Excuse me, are you a relative of Mr. Yuri Plisetski?” interrupted by an unknown voice.

“I’m his boyfriend. Why? Who is this?” JJ snapped, anger coursing through his voice.

“My name is Dr. Blanchet from the county hospital. We called you because you were last dialed number on his phone… I’m sorry to tell you but…” there was a long pause. It lasted no more than 5 seconds, but JJ felt like ot was the longest 5 seconds of his life.

“I’m afraid Mr. Plisetski was involved in a car accident just an hour ago. He avoided a boy who was crossing the street but ended up colliding with two other cars coming from the opposite direction. He’s in critical condition right now. And we are…” the doctor’s voice slowly faded out.

JJ felt cold and his throat tightened up so bad that it became difficult to breathe. And then he was running. He was running so hard that he bumped with other people, like he didn’t see anyone around him.

He ran like his life depended on it and at that time, all he could think about was Yuri.

JJ parked the car at the side and answered the phone with shaking hands.

“H-hello?”

“Hey J, how are you?” whispered a gentle voice.

“Hey Katsuki. Wait… Or is it Nikiforov now?” JJ laughed dryly. And awkward silence hung around them.

JJ continued, “… I’m fine. I’m on my way home to celebrate Yuri’s birthday. What’s up?”

“Oh… ummm. I just… umm…” Yuuri paused.

“No never mind. It’s nothing. Have fun okay? Tell Yurio Happy Birthday for me.”

“Sure thing. Bye.”

“Bye…” JJ put down the phone and rested his forehead on the steering wheel.

“What the hell…” JJ sighed.

JJ got home late. He was exhausted from today’s activities but there was still one thing he needed to do.

JJ took out the cake and candle that he bought, put the candle on the cake and lit it up.

He walked to his room while holding the candle-lit cake in his hands and saw Yuri’s angelic smile, yet again.

Making his way through the room, JJ sung the birthday song. When he finished the song he sat in front of Yuri and placed the cake on the bedside table in front of them both.

“Hey kitten. Happy Birthday…” JJ said solemnly. He reached across and touched Yuri’s face.

“You know, throughout the day, all I thought about was how badly I want to hold your hand… to comb my fingers through your smooth hair… and I… I w-want to kiss you so so bad… A-all I wa-wanted to celebrate your birthday with y-you…” JJ took a deep breath, scrunching up his nose to stop the tears from falling.

“… But I can’t… not anymore. Because you’re gone… you’re gone… You’re so unfair, you said you won’t leave me… ever. But you did.”

He smiled bitterly, “And all I have left is this picture of you…”

JJ took the photograph of Yuri’s smiling face and held it close.

“You died on this day… You were gone before I could even say how much you meant to me…” he was crying now, crying while hugging Yuri’s photo tightly.

“And I miss you everyday… I miss the way you brows crease when you’re angry… or the way your voice rise when you verbally abuse me… God… I miss you so much,” JJ stared at Yuri’s photograph, memorizing every curve… every part, as if he could forget.

“I wish you were here to smack me on the head and tell me how stupidly sappy I sound right now,” he laughed.

“I wish you were here. I wish you were home, Yuri…”

JJ sobbed, “Happy Birthday Yuri. I love you.”

[coolangelsthesarus]

16. things you said with no space between us, viktuuri

Prompt 16. things you said with no space betweeen usTitle 2 A.M.Fandom Yuri!!! On IceRating GeneralWord Count 700+Notes Imagine your OTP imagining your OTP as dogs... __________________________________

Two A.M. is the time of night when words aren’t necessary,where comfortable silence curls up in the sheets alongside legs tangledtogether, hands softly running through hair, two hearts beating the rhythm of alove song. St. Petersburg’s two A.M. streetlights casted shadows over thebedroom walls, over the bruised shoulder blades and the bare stomachs of thetwo sharing the middle of the bed, pressed chest to chest and nose to nose.

It’s the time of night when words weren’t necessary, butthey shared them anyway. They liked the sound of each other’s voice.

“Yuuri.” At his name, Yuuri’s hands paused, Viktor’s hairstill entwined between his fingers. The look Viktor gave said he didn’t likethat, like he wanted the gentle pampering to continue even as he spoke.

Yuuri laughed a little and trailed his hand downwards,cupping the side of Viktor’s cheek. “What is it?”

“I have a question,” he said, then without waiting for areply, continued, “If I was a dog, what type of breed would I be?”

Yuuri had contemplated this before, had thought through acouple different types of breeds in grave detail, but one breed immediatelypopped to mind. Long legs, soft hair, and longer faces. “A Borzoi. Definitely.”

“Why a Borzoi?” came immediately afterwards, with Viktor’s facefalling into a self-righteous pout. “Is it because they come from Russia? Youneed to put more thought into it than that!”

“No, of course not!” Yuuri laughed again. He loved thatpout, Viktor always looked like a child with his face all puckered like that.He loved it. He loved Viktor. “When you see a Borzoi, you think ‘oh, that dogis so beautiful and graceful.’ But when you get to know one, they’re justreally big dorks with long legs.”

Viktor’s face went blank for a moment in thought, before heblinked and seemed satisfied enough. “Well my legs are pretty long. And borzoishave nice hair, too. Okay, I’d be a Borzoi!”

Yuuri was rewarded with a kiss on the lips and Viktor’sdelighted smile as they pulled apart.

Now it was Yuuri’s turn.

“What about me?” he asked, mentally preparing himself for whateverViktor was to throw at him.

Viktor’s brows furrowed in deep thought. He cupped a hand tohis chin. “Hmmm…”

Yuuri had caught on to the fact that when Viktor was tryingto buy himself some time, he would pretend to become absolutely fascinated by something miniscule. Thistime it was the shadows moving over the walls, dancing like rippling water orspirits left forgotten. It was cute. Annoying, but cute.

Suddenly Viktor’s eyes brightened like diamonds and he smiledwide. “I would have to say that Katsuki Yuuri would be… a mutt.”

Yuuri was guessing Shiba Inu or, maybe, an AustralianShepherd, but Viktor was always full of surprises, good and bad.

Of all things, a mutt.

“Wh-What!?” Yuuri gaped, aghast.

“What?” Viktor asked right back, face comically blank. “Whydo you look so upset?”

“Why a mutt?”

“Well, you would be big and strong but fluffy and adorable,but nothing seems right enough. You aren’t just one thing, you’re… Yuuri.Skater. Dancer. Friend. Lover. Soon to be husband.” Viktor gave him one ofthose dumbstruck romantic grins he wore so well. Yuuri’s heart was drumming. “Andall mutts are unique, right? So you’d be Yuuri, the best type of mutt in theentire world: half amazing, half terrific!”

“Oh,” was all Yuuri said, but his brain was screaming,derailing and chugging at a thousand kilometers an hour. Viktor was so cute butalso how dare he? How dare he be so cute and compare him to a mutt and make it sound sappy andromantic and sweet, like it was the most natural thing in the world—

Yuuri was pulled out of his thoughts with something softtouching his cheeks. Coming back down to reality, his eyes focused on Viktor’sface, just inches away from his own, eyes crystalline blue even in the dimlight, cheeks rosy pink.

“You’re all red, Yuuri,” Viktor said with a chuckle, leaningin to steal another kiss. “It looks good on you.”

And without warning, Yuuri was suddenly on his back,shoulders pinned down by Viktor’s strong hands. Laughing, Yuuri wrapped hisarms around his fiancé’s neck and pulled him down for another kiss, deeper thistime.