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BLACK DOG IN MY HEAD, GUIDING ME UNTILL THE END

BELOW: CYBERPUNK 2077 SPOILERS AND META, RAMBLINGS ABOUT ANIMAL SYMBOLISM, AND V’S AND JOHNNY’S RELATIONSHIP

INTRO

So recently, I’ve found out that if you get The Sun ending with Kerry, he will always be listening to “black dog” by Samurai when you come down to him to the kitchen. I don’t own the game, but he’s been consistently listening to this one, paticular song in every clip of this scene I’ve watched. I thought, huh, neat, I wonder if the song’s lyrics have something to do with this scene or the game’s plot or themes in general.

I looked up the lyrics, and yeah, a lot of them seem to tie to the ending scene of The Sun epilogue:

“The city sleeps but in my mind, Got a knot that won't unwind”- V has defeated the Arasaka, giving Night City some freedom, but they’re still not satisfied and feel like they can’t retire.

“Stalk the backstreets, nеver at ease Locked in a chase that'll never cease A bloody moon, portending doom Another cruel day is coming soon Have to end this but it's just begun A final charge, with the rising sun”- V’s thoughts and feelings on their upcoming Casino Heist; they will never be at ease, they have to put their life on the line for thrills and glory, because that’s the only thing they think they’re good at. 

The titular Black Dog is featured as the narrator’s companion, (”Black dog besidе me, like shadow needing light”), and I can’t help but feel like it’s supposed to represent Johnny, with V being the song’s narrator. Johnny is a constant during V’s quest to become a Night City legend and accompanies them everywhere they go and with all they do. “Shadow needing light” can be interpreted as Johnny’s ghost/”shadow” needing V’s body/life/”light”. You can also look at it in the context of the ending; Johnny’s gone, he’s with Alt, while V is alive. They don’t want to waste the life they have, and want to make Johnny proud, so they take the offer to do the Casino Heist. His “shadow” needs V’s “light” (last months of their life) to mean something, so that his sacrifice wouldn’t be in vain.

Where it becomes more interesting and personal, is that, throughout the story, Johnny is constantly associated with cats.

JOHNNY THE CATBOY

Throughout the story, Johnny is heavily associated with cats. It’s probably the most explicit in the famous scene from the “Gimmie Danger” mission, where V and Takemura notice a cat on the railing, with Takemura calling it a “bakeneko”, a cat spirit associated with misfortune, posession, and bringing the dead back to life. Johnny will appear next to the cat, lounging in the sun. He will get frustrated with Takemura’s loyalty to Arasaka and drop down from the building as the cat flees, with V commenting that “the bakeneko got sick of us, it looks like”, clearly talking both about the actual cat and Johnny. 

You can also see two cats when Misty leads you to the roof, where you have to make the final decision about yours and Johnny’s fates. V can adopt a cat that lives near their apartment complex, which Johnny seems transfixed by, constantly staring at it. 

Night City doesn’t have many animals in it, so it’s unlikely that these cats are here as cute background decorations. 

Cats are associated with independence, aloofness, and doing things by your own way, traits that certainly fit Johnny. He’s also often shown behaving like a cat, in a way: he appears from nowhere, sits on furniture in sometimes unusual ways and constantly demands V’s attention. Many people are also convinced that cats are evil, cannot love or show attachment, which isn’t true. Same thing with Johnny: he has a lot of moments and traits where he shows/can show callousness and toxicity, but it’s unfair to say he doesn’t love anyone, or doesn’t show it at all, especially later in the story. 

The models used in the game are based on the sphinx cats, so they don’t have any fur, but I think that it’s worth noting that all of them have a dark, pigmented skin, especially since popular culture tends to show sphinxes as pink (which is true, pink sphinxes exists (just look at Bingus), but it isn’t the only color they come in), essentially making them black cats.

BLACK CATS AND THE SUPERNATURAL

I think that everyone knows that, in western culture, at least, black cats are often considered unlucky. Johnny also tends to bring misfortune on the people he meets: V, by the sheer fact that he’s eating through their brain, even though he doesn’t want to, Kerry constantly feels like he’s living in his shadow, Rogue still can’t forget him and Alt fucking died because of him. While this isn’t exactly his fault, the biochip heist also kills Jackie and T-Bug. 

Cats, not only black ones, are also associated with the supernatural: allegedly, they can see ghosts, which Johnny is, in a way. 

(This can be grasping at straws, so I don’t blame you if this argument isn’t convincing: Black cats are often potrayed as familiars/companions of witches. Johnny was Alt’s partner/companion, and Alt can be seen as a witch figure, due to her being a talented netrunner and creator of soulkiller. She fits the archetype of a woman being skilled at something that in this universe, especially back when she was alive, was considered akin to magic.)

With Takemura mentioning the bakeneko before, I don’t think it’s that much of a stretch to look into cat mythology from other parts of the world.

LIKE CATS AND DOGS

But let’s come back to the song that started this whole analisys. 

 While the black cat and the bakeneko are pretty much always potrayed negatively, the black dog (the spirit, I mean) is more... morally grey. Sure, there are accounts of them being akin to hellhounds, but there are also ones who are neutral or outright protective. 

This can mean that, at first, V’s association with Johnny was black cats: mean, finicky, annoying bringers of misfortune and suffering. With time, as they got to know Johnny more, they started to see his good traits: independence, loyalty to his cause and small ways Johnny shows his affection to V. From the one note, negative black cat, Johnny turned into the multifaceted, not entirely good or evil, black dog.

You can throw out the mythical comparisons out of the equation and just focus on the animals literally: cats are often seen as very independent creatures who come and go as they please, and aren’t really tied to one person. Dogs, on the other hand, are loyal to the end, and never leave their owners/caretakers. V thought Johnny was out for himself when they’ve first met, and didn’t really care for V’s life or well-being. In the end of the story, V was convinced that Johnny was a loyal friend to them, always beside them every step of the way, looking out for them.

The lyric “ Black dog in my head, Guiding me to the end” can mean that even though Johnny is gone, he’s still a big influence on V who misses him dearly. “In my head” can be both a reference to the biochip as a physical item, but also to Johnny always being on V’s mind, with them wanting to live in a way that would make him proud.

As a sidenote for the end, there’s a saying in Polish “żyć jak pies z kotem”, which means “to live like a cat and a dog”, which basically means to live with someone and constantly bicker, pick fights and disagree. 

[dreamscapefics]

HEY OMG, i have a prompt,, normal witcher universe except people have animal traits/features so Jaskier is a catboy...black kitty ears and a fluffy tail while Geralt has wolf ears and a tail,,it mostly goes all okay, Geralt even starts accepting and making J a member of Pack, then J ends up going into Heat (magic? Was it just his time? Who knows) and since G has already made J pack, it makes sense that he would help fill his kitty up (go Absolutely insane with whatever kinks u wanna give em ❤️)

I finally managed to finish the last one-fourth of this fic. Thank you so much for sending this prompt, I had a lot of fun writing it, despite the writer’s block haha. I hope you, and everyone who sees this, like reading this.

Brief explanation: I made a few tweaks about the Alpha/Omega aspect. In this ‘verse, Omegas are intersex. When they present, their organs and anatomy shift accordingly. That said, they’re unable to get pregnant unless they go into Heat, and they only go into Heat when they meet a viable mate. Even after they meet their mate, it can still take a long time before a Heat is triggered. They can still have sex, of course, but they just can’t get pregnant when they’re not in heat.

Tags: animal features on human body (partial animal transformation? Idk the right term), Alpha/Omega, breeding, knotting, cunnilingus

~*~

It’s believed that wolves and cats don’t really get along. They can co-exist and interact, yes, but only when it’s absolutely necessary. For the most part they choose not to because it’s not in their nature as a species. Alpha wolves and cats have a tendency to be aggressive towards one another, whereas Betas and Omegas are more manageable.

But an Alpha wolf and Omega cat? That’s an association that’s rarely, if never, heard of.

So when Geralt, an Alpha wolf, met Jaskier, an Omega cat, in Posada all those years ago, he never expected for the feline bard to stick to him, much else befriended him. Jaskier, with his black kitty ears on top of his tousled chestnut hair, almost always has his black fluffy tail held high, alerting Geralt that the young man enjoys being in the wolf’s presence. And Geralt, internally exasperated at his own biological urges, is unable to stop his own fluffy white tail from wagging back and forth, a clear indication that he’s just as happy to have the bard around.

Of course, the beginning of their companionship (friendship?) was filled with arguments and disagreements. It still is to this day, but it was a lot worse then. They’re both territorial creatures, and Jaskier had a tendency to rub his scent all over Geralt’s things, which the wolf witcher didn’t appreciate at first. Then there was the issue of taking on contracts, which Geralt has gotten used to doing on his own. So having Jaskier tag along, prancing about the place while strumming his lute, his black tail poised high as he talks Geralt’s ear off about the monster they’re hunting and the inspiration Jaskier will gain from witnessing the impending fight. It took several months before Geralt got used to having another creature around, his enhanced senses extending to look after his feline friend for any sign of trouble.

Years passed and they slowly grew more comfortable around each other. Geralt still gets pissed and growls at Jaskier whenever he smells the bard’s scent on his things, in which Jaskier would answer with a twitch of his tail. The first time he wrapped his tail around Geralt, it happened a few years into their friendship. They passed by a village who was vitriolic towards Geralt’s kind, spitting vile comments about him. So when he felt a brush of Jaskier’s fluffy tail around his waist, Geralt blinked at the unfamiliar gesture but remained calm. It’s only when they left the village that he allowed his own tail to lightly brush against Jaskier’s rear, who turned to Geralt with a sunny smile, his kitty ears twitching happily.

From that moment, Geralt knew that Jaskier was going to be with him for the long haul. It’s then that he decided to officially welcome Jaskier to his Pack by inviting the feline to winter with him at Kaer Morhen that year.

Jaskier accepted, obviously, and while Geralt was excited, he was also nervous at the prospect of introducing Jaskier to his fellow wolf witchers, not knowing whether his brothers will get along with his feline friend. But his fears were unfounded when Eskel and Lambert reacted favorably to Jaskier and vice versa. Even Vesemir’s grey tail twitched in curiosity upon meeting Jaskier, and his small nod aimed at Geralt was one of approval which made the witcher nearly sag in relief, heedless of his white tail wagging.

Everything was great that winter. Jaskier sang for them almost every night and Geralt took him on a tour around the Keep, showing him his favorite places and voluntarily sharing stories to the eager bard about his time growing up there and what he and his brothers went through to become a witcher.

To say that Jaskier was moved to tears would be an understatement because that night, Jaskier crawled into Geralt’s bed. He curled his body around Geralt, his black fluffy tail wrapping almost possessively around him which made Geralt huff in amusement. But he also wrapped an arm around Jaskier, fingers running through his tousled hair and kitty ears while his own tail curled around the bard’s.

~

After that, Jaskier always went with Geralt to Kaer Morhen for the winter. They still go their separate ways for a few months or an entire season, but they make sure to always reunite by autumn, having agreed beforehand to meet at a city or town.

Even after ten years of traveling together, they still get a lot of stares. Some confused, some frightened, while others give them judgmental stares, eyes drifting from Geralt’s hulking form to Jaskier’s lithe body. Yes, it’s still unheard of for wolves and cats to be voluntarily traveling together, but an Alpha wolf and an Omega cat? Oh, the perverse shit Geralt has heard over the years from passersby.

“The bard is probably the monster’s sex slave.”

“How can a feline degrade themself to a fucking witcher?”

“Melitele, can you smell them? Their scents are basically entwined!”

“I bet the witcher’s knot is magical for the kitty bard to stay with him.”

Geralt doesn’t think the Jaskier ever heard those comments about them, because if he did then his friend would’ve likely gone feral on them - hissing barbed insults at them, body taut and tail puffed up.

Still, given their reputation as traveling companions, it’s a wonder they both managed to have sex at all. Geralt has the brothels while Jaskier has, well, anyone willing to bed a feline bard whose best friend is an Alpha wolf witcher. In the years they’ve known each other, Geralt has never seen Jaskier go into Heat; even the bard admitted that he hasn’t experienced it since he presented as an Omega.

“I guess I haven’t met my mate yet,” Jaskier says with a nonchalant shrug, but Geralt can smalle the sorrow and insecurity in the bard’s scent.

Geralt hums and brushes his tail against Jaskier, whose tail is slowly swishing back and forth. The feline looks at him with a sweet smile, and Geralt’s chest tightens at the sight.

He’s been having these peculiar feelings for Jaskier lately. Geralt can’t pinpoint when it began, but he knows he only became aware of it when they reunited a month ago in Oxenfurt. He’s not certain if it’s just a passing thing or something more permanent, but regardless Geralt doesn’t like to see one of his pack members sad. While a part of him is guilty for feeling happy that Jaskier hasn’t met his mate yet, a part of Geralt wishes he could be that person for Jaskier instead. He loves the bard, he’s Geralt’s best friend. He looks after him and cares for him and is there for him whenever Jaskier gets in trouble.

By the time they begin their trek up the Blue Mountains for Kaer Morhen, Geralt has pushed away all thoughts of him and Jaskier becoming more to the back of his mind. There’s no space for silly fantasies in the life of a witcher. The Path is all that matters, and Geralt can’t allow himself such distractions.

And for a while it worked. Barely, but it worked.

Until two years later when Jaskier went into heat in Kaer Morhen.

~

Geralt takes a deep breath before knocking on the door at the end of the hallway. He hears a muffled, “Come in”, before he opens it and quickly gets in, quietly shutting the door behind him.

“Hey, I brought you some broth Vesemir prepared,” Geralt announces as he makes his way to the form slumped in the middle of the bed. Like all the other beds in the keep, it’s huge and can accommodate at least three grown witchers, the mattress wrapped in soft, thick furs. “How are you feeling?”

“Like my insides are being scraped by a rusty spoon,” Jaskier croaks out, his smile coming out more as a grimace. His cat ears are turned sideways, chestnut hair disheveled as a few locks of hair cling to his sweaty forehead and neck. “I’m sorry for bothering you.”

Geralt perches on the side of the bed, breathing carefully through his mouth so as not to inhale more of Jaskier’s tantalizing scent. He’s always smelled a bit like catnip, lavender, and cantaloupe. But now that he’s in the first stage of his heat, Geralt can detect something spicy sweet, as well as something musky that only heats generate. Overall, Geralt is already addicted to Jaskier’s heat scent, his cock hardening further in his loose breeches.

“I told you, it’s fine,” Geralt says as he places the tray on Jaskier’s lap. “But like Vesemir said, it would help if you told us who triggered your heat. There’s still time to track them down the mountains.”

Jaskier flushes, ducking his head to spoon soup into his mouth. Geralt cocks his head when he smells a hint of nervousness and embarrassment in his friend’s scent.

“You’re nervous,” he points out. “And embarrassed.” Geralt narrows his eyes. “What are you not telling me?”

“N-nothing!” Jaskier shakes his head, but even Geralt doesn’t need his witcher senses to detect the lie. “It’s nothing, Geralt. It was probably that foxy blacksmith I slept with at the town before last.”

Geralt growls low and continues to look at him, unimpressed.

“No, it wasn’t,” he says in a gruff voice. “Stop lying to me, Jask. Who is it?”

“It’s… I.” Jaskier shakes his head and spoons another mouthful of soup. Beside him, his black, fluffy tail twitches. “You won’t believe me if I tell you.”

Knowing he won’t get an answer if he prods further, Geralt decides to take a different approach. He clears his throat, his turn to be nervous as he psyches himself for what he’s about to ask. Offer. If this is the only time… Geralt internally shakes his head and clears his throat once more. Behind him, his tail twitches nervously.

“Fine. If you don’t want to tell me who, then… I have a suggestion.” Geralt pauses, waiting until he has Jaskier’s full attention, the feline bard tilting his head slightly with a curious glint in his eye. Nodding, Geralt carries on. “If you are amenable, and since it’s your first heat after so long, I... hmm. You don’t have to do this alone.”

He can hear Jaskier’s heartbeat pick up, the bard gulping audibly as he stares wide-eyed at Geralt.

“What are you, um, are you suggesting...” he falters, cheeks darkening.

Geralt slowly nods his head. “I’m offering to, um, help you. With your heat. If that’s okay with you.”

Jaskier is silent for several seconds, and Geralt is starting to become more nervous when --

“Geralt, I…” Jaskier swallows. Geralt can smell the honeyed scent of excitement as Jaskier’s kitty ears perk up, turning wide blue cat-eyes on Geralt’s golden. “You silly witcher, you’re the reason why I’m in heat. It’s you who triggered it.” At Geralt’s stunned silence, Jaskier lets out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Say something, you brute.”

“So you…” Want to share your heat with me? You’re my mate?

Jaskier, his smile breathtaking and blue eyes blown wide with arousal, nods his head.

“Yes.”

I want you with me.

Yes, we’re mates.

Something in Geralt unfurls and snaps. Surging forward, he takes Jaskier’s sweaty face into his hands and kisses him, careful to not knock the tray of hot soup over the bard, his mate. Jaskier lets out a punched out groan as he returns Geralt’s kiss, nipping and sucking as their tongues battle for dominance, quickly turning it into something filthy and scorching.

The next few minutes are a blur. Somehow, in their frenzied state, Geralt managed to set aside the food tray on the cold stone floor as he helped Jaskier get out of his damp clothes. It doesn’t take long for Geralt to shuck off his own garments, his mate pushing down the thick furs to the end of the bed as he turns over on his belly. Jaskier is on his knees and forearms by the time Geralt steps out of his smallclothes, and his arousal spikes when he catches a glimpse of his wet, dripping cunt.

“Fuck,” Geralt grunts.

Jaskier arches his back, tail flicking in excitement and wiggling his ass at the witcher as he purrs, “That’s the plan, darling. Please, please come and fuck me. Want your knot so bad.”

“Fuck, Jask.”

Not needing to be told twice, Geralt gets back on the bed and positions himself behind his needy mate. Licking his lips, Geralt gently pushes the other man’s legs wider before taking his plump cheeks in both hands and spreading them apart. Geralt absentmindedly kisses the fluffy tail curling around his neck, but rather than stick his cock in, Geralt leans closer to Jaskier’s taint and inhales the tantalizing scent. His eyes nearly roll back into his head at the ripe smell of his mate, and without hesitation he buries his face in Jaskier’s cunt, tongue lapping at the sweet juices dripping from his hole.

Jaskier’s gasp of shock quickly turns into a breathless moan, his thighs quivering as Geralt takes the little nub between his lips and sucks.

“Ah, ah!” Jaskier gasps out, his head thrown back in pleasure. “Geralt, I - ah! Fuck!”

Geralt moans from where his tongue is buried inside Jaskier, chest rumbling as he breathes in the sweet, musky smell. He licks into Jaskier’s hot, wet channel before stiffening his tongue and fucking his mate. He uses the hands gripping the cheeks apart to push and pull his mate from his tongue, Jaskier thrusting back against Geralt’s face with expletives and moans that would give a whore a run for their money.

He spends several minutes worshipping Jaskier’s cunt, and he alternates between fucking his loose, wet hole and licking a stripe from his little nub to his tailbone. Jaskier’s fluffy tail twitches and Geralt can’t help but lay a sweet, small kiss at the base before diving back in to lick and taste more of his mate’s sweet juices. Jaskier cums with Geralt’s tongue plunging in and out of his hole, and the witcher laps it all up while Jaskier rides out his orgasm.

Giving one last kiss to the swollen nub, Geralt gets up on his knees once more and grips Jaskier’s hips as he finally guides his cock to his mate’s leaking entrance. He slowly sinks into the tight, wet heat, and loud groans of pleasure echo in the spacious room as Geralt bottoms out.

When he breathes out and inhales, Geralt is then made aware of a new smell. It’s a cloying scent, not overpowering but present, blending perfectly with the existing smells that Jaskier has already been producing. His heat has officially begun.

At the thought of his mate officially in heat, and it’s all thanks to him, Geralt growls low at the back of his throat as he pulls out before thrusting back in. Jaskier’s moans urge him to set a fast and brutal pace, and Geralt is unrelenting as he begins to ram his cock in his mate’s cunt. He has a tight grip on Jaskier’s hips, whose hands are gripping the sheets below as he lets out breathy ah, ah, ah’s as Geralt continues to fuck his brains out.

“So good, so fucking good,” Jaskier chants, eyes hazy with lust and pleasure as he attempts to meet Geralt’s thrusts. Their tails entwine lazily, black and snow white twisting around each other on Geralt’s flanks. “Fuck - ah! Geralt, fuck me harder.”

“Insatiable minx,” Geralt says roughly, but there’s a feral smile on his face. He adjusts his grip and position and does as he’s told. From the new angle he’s fucking Jaskier, and by the deep, throaty moans his mate is emitting, he knows he’s hitting that sweet spot.

Jaskier tuts. “More like an insatiable pussy for you, darling.”

Geralt snorts in amusement and elects not to say anything, except to fuck his insatiable bard harder until Jaskier’s hands are pressed against the headboard to avoid hitting his head. After some time, Geralt presses down against Jaskier’s back to bite and suck a ring of bruises across his shoulders and nape. He trails his hands up to pinch and tweak at Jaskier’s sensitive nipples, the bard howling and buckling against Geralt’s hard thrusts. Geralt lifts his head to nose at Jaskier’s hair and kitty ears, playfully nipping at one twitching ear before licking it.

Jaskier’s breath hitch at the gesture, and Geralt’s knot swells as he inwardly smirks before doing it again. He traces the shape of Jaskier’s feline ear with the tip of his tongue, and below him Jaskier’s breathing quickens, his moans rising an octave higher as Geralt nips it again before moving to the other ear and giving it the same treatment.

“G-Geralt, fuck,” Jaskier mewls. He removes one hand that’s pressed to the headboard to claw at Geralt, blunt nails digging into the meat of the witcher’s hip and ass.

“You like that, kitty?” Geralt purrs in his ear. “You like having a wolf cock in your kitty pussy?”

“Yes!”

“So fucking tight and wet for me, kitty. You feel so good, so perfect.”

“F-fuck, Geralt, please!”

“What is it you want, kitty?”

“Y-you! Your knot! Want my Alpha’s knot!” Jaskier sobs.

Geralt snarls. “And you’ll have my knot, Omega.”

Half a dozen thrusts later, Geralt brings two fingers to rub at Jaskier’s little nub. And with a final thrust, he pushes his knot inside Jaskier’s tight channel as his mate cums with a scream, body convulsing at the intensity of his second orgasm. Geralt can feel his knot swell, locking the two together as his cock pulses and shoots thick ropes of cum.

After, Geralt carefully arranges them so they’re lying on their sides, still connected as he shoots another load of cum inside Jaskier, his mate purring contentedly in his arms.

“That was incredible,” Jaskier slurs, pessing his sweaty back against the witcher’s front.

Geralt hums contentedly, eyes closed as he breathes in their mixed scents. He kisses the back of Jaskier’s neck and murmurs, “Rest, love.”

“Yeah,” Jaskier hums back. Then after a few seconds of blessed silence, “Then you’ll fuck me again, right? And knot me again?”

Geralt huffs out a laugh and tightens his grip around Jaskier, his hand resting possessively over his mate’s heart.

“I’ll knot you as many times as you want, kitty.”

Jaskier purrs. “Perfect. My Alpha.”

“My Omega,” Geralt rumbles, kissing one of Jaskier’s black kitty ears. “Sleep now, love.”

Jaskier hums and does just that, their tails curled almost protectively around each other as they both fall into a peaceful slumber.

~*~

A/N: If you think my writing’s a bit weird towards the end, yeah it’s been a while for me haha. Thanks for reading!

Also, I don’t think future filled out prompts will have this kind of length. It would depend, I guess, and never say never, right? But just wanted to give you guys a head’s up beforehand.

[xmadamrosex]

I FINISHED MY RARE PAIR BINGO CARD!

I did it! I blacked out my Bingo Card for @yurionice-fans​ Rare Pair Bingo!!!!

It was a battle to say the least! I was tested many times and just as many times I felt I wouldn’t finish the card. But I was determined and ended up taking the final 3 weeks of 2017 off of all other works to make sure this thing got finished. I’m now finishing it 1 day before deadline! (I went to college, I know how this works!)

I received my card on  August 15, 2017 

(To say I was thrown off by some of the square, is only the beginning. I knew I was in for a test of my writing. I had only been writing again for about a month at this point and some of these pairings made little sense to me. But are now my OTPs!)

So with further ado! Onto the stories. Starting from the Top right and moving from right to left on each row. (I put a Read More cause it’s a gonna be a long post! Some I have a few personal comments on)

Victor/Yuri P/Chris: The Moment

Yuri had never been able to wrap his head around the idea of bonding to someone for the rest of his life. How could you just want to be with someone all the time. That made no sense. Victor talked about just knowing, that he looked into Yuuri’s eyes and everything had just felt right. That was some stupid mushy stuff that was just Victor being his overly dramatic self. No, he didn’t need a Mate. He had Victor and lucky for Yuri, his Mate was understanding of their arrangement. “I just want you, and this time Chris. Okay?” 

Aya/Mila: Connections

Mila wanted Anya and she would get her. She always got her way and tonight she was going to ruin that woman in every way possible. What dark secrets is this fiery redhead hiding under that perfect persona?

Otabek/JJ: Mended Hearts

Note: This is probably my proudest story to come out of this year. It is a sequel to a NSFW Yurio week fic that made me fall in love with JJBek! So they got their own epic story! This one is on going and updating this next Saturday!

Otabek was never the best Alpha and his most recent experience had left no doubt to that. Jean was a overprotective Alpha that nothing seemed to be working out for. Can these two unlucky members of the Yuri Plisetsky: International Heart Breaker club find a way to move on? Can they build a future on the rubble of their broken hearts or will it just be the same battle with new player?

Seung Gil/JJ: Speechless Obliteration

Note: This was a new writing style for me. There is not spoken dialogue in this story. It also has a song I highly reccamend listing to on repeat as you read it. It’s a very internal mind set type of story. Song:  Florence and the Machine- Breath of Life

But he didn’t care. Not as he pulled the man to him and looked at him as he searched his eyes. Silently begging him to be the better man. To be the one that stopped this. But they both knew that wouldn’t happen. This had been brewing for years and this was simply the unavoidable conclusion to a life time of glances, of brushing of hands when no one was looking, or even the stolen kisses in locker room that they never spoke of after. It was an attraction that couldn’t be stopped. Jean had even got married in hopes it would go away. All his vows had done was make those glances, touches and kisses even more powerful; because now they were wrong and forbidden.

Georgi/Yuri P: Stray

Georgi finds a stay Catboy in his back yard and simply can’t resist helping the poor thing out.

Phichit/Gaung Hong: The Boy Is Mine

This was a nightmare, a complete and total fiasco. Yuuri stared out at the dance floor where his fairly new roommate and a small Chinese teen were currently glaring at each other like two angry cats. That is if cats wore boy shorts and crop tops that glittered.

Otabek/JJ/Leo: Pure (LAST STORY!!!)

JJ is a cheerleader. He’s the best damn man on the squad. But the quarterback of the Football team is really testing his limits… and his purity.

Otabek/Yuuri K: War of Hearts

Note: This is another story that will be added to after the new year! I have epic plans for this one! Stay tuned. I fell in love with slutty Otabek over this Bingo...

When it comes to love and secrets. Sometimes it’s better to just let it happen and worry about the consequences later. Everyone has a secret. Yuuri’s is Otabek. But what is Victor’s?

Sara/Yuuri K: Shock

Yuuri and Sara wake up naked together with no memory of what had happen.

Michele/Seung Gil: Challenge

Seung Gil learns what a body shot is!

Otabek/Leo: You Don’t Own Me

Why were those two like this. He and Leo could give them both anything they wanted. Leo’s family was as rich as his. They both had promising careers after skating and honestly were both one hell of a catch! He had spent years becoming the man Yuri deserved. Why couldn’t he just have him. Why couldn’t Yuri see he wasn’t going to do any better.

Lilia/Minako: Common Ground

Lilia and Minako take some time to catch up after years of not seeing each other.

Your Choice- Otabek/Seung Gil: Mystery of the Socks

Otabek is bored before his first Four Continents and sees a Lee Seung Gil who looks like he needs to get out more. They both get more than they bargined for and manage to loose clothing in the process.

Mari/Yuri P: Trial

Mari helps Yuri try something new.

Yuuko/Yuri P: Tiger Mom

“Mom”

Yuri knew the word. He vaguely remembered sharing a room with his mom as a very young, in the small apartment they lived in. It was one room and the kitchen was at the end of their bed. They had no couch and no TV. But he had Mama. He remembered folding into her arms as she would wrap them around him as she told him in her soft voice. “You are perfect in every way my little cub. You are loved and wanted. Remember this always.”

Mila/Sara/Isabella: Bar Stories

Mila and Sara find a drunk Isabella in the hotel bar during the Grand Prix. 

Victor/Victor: Victor Before and After Yuuri 

Note: This is a Youtube Playlist, with short little drabbles for each song. Youtube Nightcore Play List

Victor is the best. Victor is numb. What will it take for him to feel again.

Mari/Minako: Penny In The Air

Note: This is a companion story to another story coming up in the List. My Mafia AU brought on by this Bingo Card. 

The Japanese family plans their own war.

Victor/Georgi: Bros Before Hoes

Georgi has been dumped again. Victor steps into play his Bro role and maybe find the perfect woman for his bad luck friend.

Michele/Chris: Mystery of the Left Shoe

Michele is angry, Yuuri is hung over with no memories of the night before and Sara is crying. Chris decides to help the angry Italian man get to the bottom of what happen. Things don’t go exactly as planned. 

Otabek/Victor: Power Play

Hotel scene missing from Dare. Victor drags the handsy Bronze Medalist back to his hotel room.

Victor/Yuuri K: Close to You

Note: The next 3 were wrote for Yuri On Ice Music Week 2017 @yoimusicweek

On the day that you were born The angels got together And decided to create a dream come true So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair Of golden starlight in your eyes of blue -(They Long To Be) Close to You - The Carpenters 1970

Your Choice- Yuri P/Michele: Losing My Teen Spirit

Note: This wasn’t on my card but seemed like a really good rare pair. This has now grown into a full blown Mafia AU! As mentioned above! Somewhere Between Heave and Hell

Yuri looked up at her and the Space Needle behind her. He always like the tall imposing structure that looked over Seattle Center. “I want to go to the top today. I want to get high off my ass and take the elevator up.” He fell back on the grass again and moaned.

Phichit/Leo: Material Boy

Some boys kiss me Some boys hug me I think they're ok If they don't give me proper credit I just walk away Material Girl - Madonna (1984) 

Lilia/Yuri P: Support

Yuri and Lilia were so much alike. They fought for what they were and the images they have worked hard to maintain.

*Falls down* There you have it! A completed Bingo Card! 

[clarenecessities]

spooky friendship bracelets

Word Count: 1389 Rating: PG Summary: terminology, sleepiness Chapter Warnings:  none (?) [First] [Previous] [Next]

The morning of Adrien’s third day of school began much like his first, with him rushing around in a panic as Tikki tried to soothe him and Plagg leisurely enjoyed breakfast. The biggest difference was Tikki occasionally adding to his panic, fretting about the previous days’ events and speculating that perhaps they should withdraw him from school after all, what with all the terrible and as yet unexplained events.

He could only bear so much of her fussing on top of his own anxieties—about the attack, the murder, signing a contract, and all this teenage friendship business—and left as soon as he had scarfed down the oatmeal she’d made for him. He kissed her on the cheek, checked his bag to make sure he had everything, shot Plagg a rude gesture, and vanished abruptly in a wave of green.

Nino shouted inarticulately as Adrien appeared out of thin air, nearly falling backwards off the bannister of the front steps. He regained his balance with an undignified flailing of the legs, and blinked as if trying to dispel the effect of a camera flash.

“Good morning!” said Adrien, his anxiety all but dissipating at the sight of his friend.

“Well there’s an oxymoron for you,” said Nino, yawning and knuckling away the sleep in his eyes. “S’no such thing as a good morning. If you’re awake, it’s already bad.”

“What are you doing up so early?” asked Adrien, hopping onto the bannister to sit beside him.

“Couldn’t fall back asleep,” he sighed. “I’m still getting used to like… I dunno, everything. Everybody is so loud and my brain like, can’t decide what to process a lot of the time. I tried earplugs for a while, but they sort of hurt your ears after a few nights… and don’t even get me started on the smells.”

“Well, you know what I’m going to suggest.”

“Dude, it’s too early for riddles,” groaned Nino.

“Magic!”

“Oh,” said Nino. “Okay, not a riddle, just your answer to everything. Yeah, I probably should’ve guessed that. You got some kinda anti-ear-chafing charm on you?”

“I was thinking more like, a muffling spell or something,” said Adrien. “Although you might be on the right track with the charm bit. I don’t think we could reasonably expect you to ask to be uh, ear-muzzled every night.”

“Okay, remember, I’ve been at this school like, barely a month,” said Nino, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “You gotta explain this magic shit to me like I’m an infant, alright? What’s the difference?”

“Oh. Right. Uh… well, a charm is like… you know, it’s…”

“It’s a kind of enchantment,” drawled Alya’s voice from behind them. The boys turned in perfect synchronization to blink at her. “Generally it permanently alters inherent qualities, which is what separates it from other enchantments, which can be undone. If you want to undo a charm, you need to just charm the thing the other way around again.”

“Well look who’s been paying attention in class all of a sudden,” said Nino, sniffing haughtily and turning back the way he had been, while Adrien grinned at Alya and waved good morning.

“As if!” she snorted, hopping onto the bannister with an ease that belied her nature. She sat on the slope, tucked in against Nino’s side by gravity (if nothing else). “It just so happens that Marinette specializes in charms. Now what are we charming?”

“Nino’s ears,” Adrien answered promptly, cutting off whatever Nino had been about to retort with. The werewolf snapped his mouth shut with a sullen click!

“They are pretty huge, huh.”

“I swear to god, Césaire,” Nino growled. “You’re a fucking fox. Your ears are like the size of my hand.”

“Man, I forgot how cranky you are in the morning,” said Alya, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe we should charm you to be polite.”

“To be fair, you did just insult him,” said Adrien, kicking his heels against the brick with a steady grin. This was nice. This was… relaxing, in a way. Their magic was calm despite their horsing around, and the easy slope of their shoulders helped him calm some of his lingering anxieties.

Everything… was going to be okay. One way or another. Maybe not the murder part, so much, but the attack had been resolved pretty quickly—and he’d sign a contract one day. It wasn’t too late. Friendship was turning out to be more of a balm than a challenge, particularly when he could just sit back and observe without wrecking anything.

“The trouble is I hear too well,” Nino grumbled. “So if you can stop being a big mean jerk for five minutes and give me some tips—”

“Oh, Adrien’s on the right track, then,” said Alya, waving an idle hand. “Your brain isn’t used to processing this much sound yet. Marinette can definitely whip something up.”

“What am I whipping?” asked Marinette approaching from the same direction Alya had looking every bit as sleepy and sullen as Nino.

“Nino needs a charm to muffle sounds and smells so he can sleep,” Adrien reported promptly, leaning back to look at her upside down instead of simply turning his head. He grinned, wide and excited, eager to see her work.  

“Oh,” said Marinette, stifling a yawn with the back of her hand. “Um, yeah, I can do that. Do you have anything you wear to bed? Not like pajamas, like a… like a retainer or something.”

“A what?” asked Adrien.

“A retainer. It like, keeps your teeth from freaking out again when you get your braces removed.”

“Your what?”

“Oh my god, never mind,” groaned Nino. “I don’t have a retainer. I’ve got some bracelets? I could start wearing one to bed if it’d end my suffering.” He waved his wrist around as she stopped in front of them.

“That’ll work,” said Marinette, laughing brightly as she took his wrist, inspecting the bracelets. “Although they don’t look very comfortable. I could just make up a cloth one or something, when I get home.”

“Ooh!” said Adrien. “Wait! Wait!” He dived into his bag excitedly, rustling through his papers, notebook, and an ungainly jumble of sticks to withdraw a small piece of string triumphantly. “Here! You can use this!”

“What is it?” asked Alya, as they all blinked at the bit of cord in confusion.

“A friendship bracelet!” said Adrien, a little indignantly, frowning at her. It was woven of three different shades of green, and true, he’d messed up the pattern in places so the width varied a bit, but he thought it was still perfectly respectable. “My friend Bridgette showed me how to make them when I was a kid, but I hadn’t really tried again until I met you guys. I made this one last night.”

“For… for me?” asked Nino.

“No, for Chloé,” said Alya, rolling her eyes. “Obviously for you, Nino. You just had a sleepover.”

“He could’ve made it for anybody!” Nino protested, smiling broadly at Adrien. His eyes shone unnaturally bright. “Thanks, man.”

“Of course,” Adrien answered softly. “We’re friends, right?”

“Right.”

Marinette took the piece of fabric from Adrien, breaking them both out of their reverie. “Thanks, Adrien. This’ll be perfect.”

“Where’re our bracelets, Catboy?” asked Alya coyly from Nino’s other side.

“I’m not done with it yet,” said Adrien, blushing a little and fidgeting. “I only had time for one and Nino’s was—”                                

“You’re actually making them?” asked Marinette, laughing in apparent surprise.

“Of course! It’s just that Nino’s only needed a stretching charm whereas yours is gonna have little spots on it, and Alya’s has to work with her illusions so I need to ask Tikki about enchanting the string first—”

“You don’t have to explain, Adrien,” Alya interrupted, looking at him with an expression he couldn’t quite decipher. “I�� thanks. That’s actually really sweet of you.”

“Dost mine ears deceive me, or is Alya being sincere?” Nino stage-whispered to Marinette.

“It’s been known to happen,” she said evasively. “Now come on, I’m sure Mlle. Bustier has unlocked the classroom by now and it’s too bright out here.”

“Yes ma’am,” chorused her animal companions, hopping off the bannister to head in.

“You’re welcome,” Adrien added, elbowing Alya gently in the ribs.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get a full head on us.”