#viktor the humble prince

[atlantianfell]

It'd been just two weeks since the fateful (I shan't call it 'miraculous', for it seems the Gods worked hard against us for so long), and the generous General had been welcoming of an old friend, providing him with a place to stay in his humble Roman abode while he got his land-legs stretched out and oriented his bearings. A thousand fucking years and several thousand miles is a tremendous distortion of space and time to suffer in a single instant. He knows. He's been there. The transition was admittedly a little easier for Hector; the world has never ceased the need for more leaders and vicious warlords, but the number of princes has notably dwindled since the Medieval Era. He knew first-hand through experience that Viktor would need some time to settle in, adjust, live the world, breathe easy in the Connecticut countryside within New Haven. So he kept his regal, respectful distance and courtesy, but, you know.

Walking home for another night at sunset to a peaceful, breezy march from the town to the country, he makes the familiar sound of his keys jingling the lock of the white-painted wooden gate on stucco walls, announcing the man of the castle has returned from his days of labor at the fire station, and would be staying home for a few days. Passing by the central impluvium of his property, and heading straight for his bedroom to stand before the large full body mirror and try to wipe the sweat of his working man's brow, adjust his hair; still in his tight fireman's navy blue shirt and light pants. Instead, he fights Viktor already in his bedroom--their bedroom, you could even say. Hector built this place with one man in mind, thinking he'd be lost to time forever and longer, therefore Viktor shared the bedroom. Slept together on the days Hector was home from the fire station, even if respectfully, at least for the time being. New Haven's system implied that Viktor would learn and acclimate to the world, he'd be assigned his own place, find his own career, unless...

They greeted with a hug standing by the foot of his bed near the open window bringing in the last of the natural light for today (largely immaterial for a species of the depths and well sighted in the dark), Hector holding onto Lascaris for a little longer than usual, head past his shoulder, thinking, pondering, strategizing. The lingering scent of a working man, ashen and smoky, ought to help Viktor decide, when Hector pulls his head back to look into his eyes, endearing, wanting, arms still largely enveloping and embracing, grip of his calloused hands on Viktor's elbows, holding him closed in tight and small. "Your Highness." He begins, addressing with that bygone title that he uses whenever he's up to not good, which should tell you lots, in case the toothy grin and flashing canines were not sufficiently revealing. "I had a revelation today. It was tragic and wasteful and bitter, and I shall not burden you with the loss I witnessed, but, it did illuminate me of this..." strong hands begin to slide down Viktor's forearms, then wrists, and smoothly fit upon his hands, holding them. "Prince Viktor Lascaris, Imperial heir of Atlantis, first of Triton." With the regal dexterity he still possessed even after all this time, a single knee knightly bent before him on the terracotta tiles, one hand escapes Viktor's palms gently, reaching beside him on those deep fireman's pockets, producing a faintly glowing orichalcum-green crystalline ring with a single blue-rose pearl centered; the design is entirely simple, it's the material wealth that's largely extinct, invaluable to find, if not for the secrets of the trade of a bygone civilization. You know what it is, he needn't say it, but he does so anyways: "Marry me."

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@jayvikaugust Week 1: Fairytale

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I made a ranking for Cinderella. Is fair that i make one for her greatest love. What is interesting about Cinderella’s Prince is that, in contrast to Cinderella, who is more of a character defined by her resilient hard work, kindness, romanticism and dreams of a better life, he is more of a simbolic reward for her to win, with makes him a blank slate that gives total freedom to screenwriters, directors and animators imaginations, but over the years adaptations have shown some comonalities: sometimes he is a classical brave hero, sometimes he is a lovely bumbling dork, sometimes he is just a hedonist concerned with his own fun, but at the end of the day, they all fall in love with the honest and good hearted heroine. And tonight, i will share my favorite takes on the man who catchet Cinderella’s and, by extension, our hearts.

12º Tony Oliver as the Prince in Grimm’s Fairy Tale Classics (1989)

There is a Prince who just wants his Dad to stop meddling with his personal life. Specially when it comes to making a ball despite the fact that he doesn’t know how to dance. But thankfully for him, while trying to escape trough the gardens he literary stepped over onto a napping Cinderella, who promptly teached him how to dance, and how to love.

11º Florian Bartholomäi as Prince Viktor in Sechs Auf Einen Streich (2011)

This Prince can’t hit a target with his arrows to save his life, and isn’t particularly excited to have the responsabilities of a King. But he is kind and humble to help Cinderella to catch back some lost piglets in the woods, even if it means getting dirt in the mud, and for her and the audience, sometimes that is enough.

10º Jimmy Smits as Prince Felipe in Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales For Every Child (1995)

A Prince who admits that he isn’t fit for battlefield and would rather spend time chilling in the Palace’s dance floor. What it’s not to love about him?

09º  Pavel Trávnícek as the Prince in Three Wishes for Cinderella (1973)

The original Slacker Prince, who is constantly running away from studying with his tutor to go hunting in the forest. He looks chill enough to accept handing over the actual role of ruller to a wise Prime Minister.

08º Masami Kikuchi as Prince Charles in Cinderella Monogatari (1996)

A Slacker who has to learn about dealing with the consequences of his actions! Charles prefers a hundred times to go out fencing than to studying Power and Politics, and wears his best friend’s Alex clothes to pretend that he is page and go out stealing the grapes of his own family vines. But when Cinderella is unfairly framed by the grape robbery, Charles has to slowly understand that not everything is fun and games, and that he has to think in doing something for the well being of others, providing a good character arc about maturity and responsability.

07º Dougray Scott as Prince Henry in Ever After: A Cinderella Story (1998)

Another Prince who has to go trough a character arc, this time about letting go of his prejudices. Henry first runs in the heroine Danielle while running away from an arranged marriage that his parents are trying to push over him. He falls in love with her when she presents herself as the noble lady Nicole and the two share heroic adventures, but eventually the masquerade will have to be broken, and Henry must decide: will his class prejudices win over him, or will he accept Danielle for who she trully is and assume the love he has for her to the world?

06º Matthew Broderick as Prince Henry in Fairy Tale Theater (1985)

The adorkable Prince who gaved a second ball to see his mysteryous beloved lady again and conquered her hearth with melon balls. Three word describe him: Himbo! Himbo! Himbo!

05º Stuart Damon as Prince Chistopher in Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella (1965)

The veteran warrior hero who after having many adventures rescuing damsels and slaying dragons and evil sorcerours, is getting ready to settle down in a calm, domestic family life. When i watch Damon’s Prince Christopher, i feel that his shoulder will be a strong source of support and comfort to Cinderella after all she went trough, and that’s what makes me to want so much for him to get together with her.

04º Paolo Montalbán as Prince Christopher in Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella (1997)

While Stuart Damon was a strong Prince with lots of world experience and confidence, Paolo Montalbán was a young man that, instead of being known as a travelling dragon slayer and damsel rescuer,had the feeling of falling in love itself be his greatest adventure. Because of that, i felt that as a romantic partner, he was in a more equal footing with his version of Cinderella, portrayed as another young lady that was about to discover the world, and the two found the perfect companion in each other for their emotional journey. Plus, it helps the higher ranking that after this 1997 TV Movie production, Montalbán retook the role of Prince Christopher in the 2000 stage production known as The Enchanted Edition. Is he or not the definitive face for this musical version of the character at this point?

03º Richard Chamberlain as Prince Edward in The Slipper and The Rose (1976)

He can sing, he can dance, he has a happy musical number about pondering his mortality in his family’s mausoleum, he helps his best friend getting together with the girl he likes, he fights with his father for the right to marry whoever he wants for love. Chamberlain gaved a very energetic an fun performance to the one of the most idealistic and romantic encarnations of Cinderella’s Prince, and for this he earns the number three spot in this ranking.

02º Michael Wilding as Prince Charles in The Glass Slipper (1955)

After spending years studying in London, Paris and Rome, Prince Charles returns to his father’s small principality to reconect with his people and prepare to become the next rulling Duke. One day, walking in the woods, he remembers that he didn’t knew what sorrow was until one day when he was eight years old and saw a poor five year old girl of sad rebellious eyes crying and running in despair for the loss of her mother. By the force of destiny, he finds that same girl as a grown woman and despite her initial rejection of his polytiness as mockery, he insists in being her friend, presenting himself as Son of the Cook at the Palace of the Duke and teaching her to dance. One day, Charles that he is falling for the sad girl and kisses her, but she runs away, afrayed of being loved. And he melancholicaly sits at the piano to sing, reflecting about how her sad eyes and explosive rebellious temper, instead of repelling, atract him to her, and he asks himself how to make her thrust him.

For being this kind, perfect friend, this version was originally going to be my number one. Until he got surpassed by...

01º  Aleksey Anatolyevich Konsovsky as the Prince in Zolushka (1947)

This is a colorfull russian feature film adaptation of the Charles Perrault version of the fairy tale. One of the highlights of this adaptation is how it combines its visuals with good dialogues, where the characters talk honestly about their feelings. Thanks to that, it is one of the first adaptations to explore the Prince as human being, instead of treating him as a simple trophy. We first see him sitted at the ball, looking bored, trowing a paper plane onto the Stepmother to amuse himself. And then, he is called by his father to receive the new guest of unknown identity, and smiling in awe he says to his father that he cannot speak at her vision. A magician makes a spell for the guests to spent time in their dream lands, and the Prince gets alone with the unknown lady in a beautifull garden, asking what counsel would she give to a friend of his who likes a lady but doesn’t know how to tell her. He gets to sing to her. Back at the ball room, during their dance he guesses that she would like some ice cream, and he goes far as to select fourty different flavours, but when he arrives, the lady says goodbye and that she must go away, but he begs her to stay, declaring his love for her. When she is gone, leaving a glass slipper behind, he admits to have felt ofended with her running from him, but still wants to get reunited with her, going in the next morning to a search in the woods, where he hears a beautifull singing voice: the voice of his mysteryous beloved from the ball, to whom he promisses going in the most difficult quests, if they mean he will earn her love.

Prankster, wish guesser, shy, proud, and, above all, romantic, Aleksey Anatolyevich Konsovsky’s performance is historically significant in reaching the right balance of making the Prince the perfect man of Cinderella’s dreams, while also being palpably human, and that is why he is my number one portrayal of Cinderella’s Prince.

Honorable Mention: Robert Westenberg in Into the Woods (1987), The Triplets version (1998).

This list is dedicated to the memory of Libuše Šafránková (7 June 1953 – 9 June 2021)

[galactic-melodies]

Hiiii, could you please make a royal tutor Yandere AU, where Bruno goes absolutely nuts from the mere thought that he would have to share his Master with someone else? Kidnapping and all that stuff is just so fun, isn't it?

Spoilers for the end of the anime!

Also, this is my first time writing a Yandere type thing, so hopefully, it’s good!

Bruno can usually be described as passionate about what he chooses to pursue. He did not see himself as incredibly smart or a protege in any way. But he wanted to be respected. More than anything. So he worked for it. While his other brothers pursued their own interests, he studied. He learned arithmetic, chess, science, music, geometry. There was not a subject that Bruno did not know something in, and there was great pride in this fact. The young prince was as self-made as you could get. This is probably why when he met Heine for the first time, it bothered him so badly.

Here was this unqualified, tiny man, who was going to teach him something new? Without even a degree to his name, nor a prestigious letter of recommendation. How outrageous. Bruno von Grannzreich has conversed and shook hands with the best of the best. His father only hired the best of the best. And yet, with everything working against this man, he turned out to be the best one! Heine knew how to dance, how to play instruments. He was well versed in the sciences and mastered the arts. Physically, he could do anything. Logically, he could out-think anyone. This was the moment Bruno was humbled. He was so unworthy to even be in the room with someone as capable as Heine Wittgenstein. Heine never saw Bruno how he deserved to be looked at, Heine saw Bruno for who he was and who he could be. It only fitted for Heine to be his Master. There could possibly be no other.

He had learned so much from Heine through his careful tutoring. Heine could look into the depths of your soul and see what ailed you as well as what you needed. Bruno was fully convinced that Heine was the only one who knew him thoroughly. Not even his brothers could say that about the young prince. He loved them dearly, but Heine had a special place in his heart. Placing exactly where his emotions landed turned out to be a tad more complicated than Bruno expected. Why did Master have so much control over his thoughts? Not a day went by that he was not thinking of his Master in some way. Where did Heine spend his days? How did he get to be to where he is? Bruno wanted to know everything about Heine.

One day, he had an epiphany. It happened shortly after his family almost lost its most valuable member. The day Heine left as his royal tutor. Bruno felt his world crumble to pieces. He had never felt more dejected or miserable in his entire life. Sure, they got Master back. All it took was a heartwarming speech to the royal council from his fellow siblings. That day, Bruno realized two things. One, his brothers need Heine as much as him. Two, he could never rely on always having his Master beside him. The later thought terrorized the young male, the former idea motivated him. Some way or another, Bruno had to do something. Perhaps if someone had seen the dangerous way the young prince's eyes had changed or how he looked at Heine just a little too long...the following could have been prevented.

He planned it well. While Bruno was no genius, he did work hard at his strategies. Bruno used to say that his Master always had the best winning strategy... but then he trained Bruno. It took weeks to plan. If his plan failed, Heine might leave forever. That could not happen. Occasionally, a bit of guilt would pang in his chest. Was he going too far? He shook the idea off as quickly as it came. Heine would understand as soon as he explained everything. He always understands. Bruno knew he was on his own. Kai, as loyal and protective as he was, would never assist with keeping the tutor against his will. Leon would be unable to follow his every direction to the letter. There were too many unknown variables that would appear with Leon's help. Licht would be the most ideal out of the three of his closest siblings. Bruno could not shake the suspicion that Licht would try and take the lead and all the credit for his brilliant idea. He would not have his glory stepped on.

The plan would be simple to execute, difficult to keep going. After mapping Heine's schedule, he knew he had a three-day vacation planned for tomorrow. Heine did not have plans with anyone in particular, he was going to catch up on housework, reading, and sleep. Bruno was suspicious on whether or not Heine had been lying about not having plans with anyone. It was imperative to his idea that no one would be expecting Heine. To determine this, Bruno suggested to his father that Heine might be overworking himself. Viktor then requested Heine to have tea with him, where Bruno overheard the whole conversation. Bruno then bribed a guard to stakeout Heine's home for the week to see if he made any plans or not. The prince made a variety of strategies depending on Heine's arrangments with anyone. Luckily, no one had made any, so Bruno was in the clear for part two of the plan.

After tutoring, Heine always went to Viktor to discuss the day. Bruno had mentioned that for this weekend, he would be away for a conference and was leaving the same day Heine was. As Heine prepared for his home, Bruno would offer him a ride. From there, Bruno had two separate plans that would be executed depending on whether he accepted or not.

"Good evening, your Highness," greeted the tutor.

Bruno's pulse quickened, a cold sweat breaking out on his neck. This was it. "Greetings, Master. Where do you find yourself going this evening?" 

Heine regarded the prince for a moment, his eyes moving around the prince's face before he responded. "I am on my way to have a cup of tea and perhaps grab some supper at a local business."

Bruno nodded thoughtfully, "I see." His breath quickened. "May I offer you a ride to your destination?"

The tutor put a hand up, dismissing the thought. "It is not too far of a walk, and the weather is quite beautiful." He gestured to the outside with the dimming sun and light breeze. "Besides, I believe that you have a lecture to give? You worked hard on preparing for it, being late would not give a well-received reaction, your Highness."

"I was about ready to grab some supper as well." Bruno clenched his fist against the seat, tapping his fingers against the cloth. "Master," he ventured, "may I eat with you?"

Heine starred directly into the young prince's eyes as he mulled it over. His eyes moved around as he assessed the situation.

There was a chance he would reject Bruno, but that resulted in a more... uncomfortable incentive. Bruno did not want to hurt the tutor in any way. He felt it would wound him far more to cause harm to someone he respected the most. At the end of the day, he would do what he must.

After what felt like an eternity to the young prince, he received an answer.  

"As you wish, your Highness."

With that, Heine jumped into the carriage, moving next to Bruno.

Bruno let out a deep breath he had not even known he was holding in. His hands rested against the seat, relaxing. Even with this small victory, the plan was far from over. He knew how capable his Master was. Bruno had seen Heine escape from the hardest places.

The next phase of the plan. Bruno was unaware of how high the tutor's drug tolerance was, nor his senses to detect it. The young prince had spent hours mixing chemicals in his lab to create the perfect elixir. It would keep the tutor unconscious for a few hours, but be undetectable. He had tested minor douses on the royal taste testers. They were unable to tell anything had been added to their drinks. Bruno was convinced it would work. He rested his hand against the vials, running a finger against it slowly. His eyes bore into the curtain ahead of him, running through the plan several more times. A tiny hand waving in front of his face tore him out of his thoughts.

"Prince Bruno," Heine called sternly, concern coloring his gaze. "I asked if you were alright."

Bruno waved a hand dismissingly, smiling. "Yes, yes, I am well." His eyes drifted towards his pocket again. "Just," a finger tracing the vial, "thinking."

Heine leaned back, revealing his tutoring stick. He gave Bruno a light tap on the hand. "Worrying will not calm your nerves. Only practice and confidence." The stick disappeared into his robes as quickly as it was revealed. "Besides," he turned toward Bruno, gracing him with a rare smile. "I tutored you well, you will do wonderful."

A pang of guilt knocked against Bruno's chest. "Yes, thank you, Master." He folded his hands in his lab, twiddling his thumbs.

Soon, they arrived at their destination. A restaurant on the outskirts of town. Well-known for good food, but not popular enough due to the inconvenience of travel. It was the perfect spot to do what needed to be done. They would get a table in the back, purchase some drinks, and then be on their way. By the time the elixir took effect, they would be long gone.

As Bruno sat at the table, drink in hand, he realized Heine would be a lot more perceptive than he gave him credit for. It alarmed him that he would still underestimate his Master- even after everything! Bruno got up after a moment, excusing himself for the restroom. On the way, he passed the waitress, carrying a tray full of refills.

 "Excuse me, miss," Bruno announced, touching her hand to stop her.

The waitress looked at him, giving him an up and down. "Yeah?"

"I need you to put this in a drink and give it to my counterpart," he whispered, passing her one vial. "As a prince of Grannzreich, I can guarantee compensation for your silence."

The women's eyes widened, realizing her position. She had caught the edge to the prince's voice and realized she had no choice... but to bey. "Yes, your highness."

He walked past her, continuing to the restroom. "We were not here tonight."

The waitress took a deep breath, returning to the kitchen. There she prepared refills for the prince and his counterpart. She dumped the vial into the young man's drink and mixed it around. Her hands shook slightly with the weight of what she was asked to do.

 She brought the drinks to the table, setting them down with a slightly clink.

The tutor looked up from his reading to regard the young women. "I did not order another drink."

The young woman gave her best flirtatious smile. "It's on the house." With that, she headed off back to the kitchen. She tried not to think of what would happen to the child. What grievance could the prince possibly have? Shaking her head, she decided to clear her questions. It was none of her business to question the royals. And in doing so would be entirely pointless.

Bruno finally returned from the restroom, sitting down. Heine had finished half of his second beverage. Bruno decided to bring attention to it. "Two drinks? Will you be fine getting home?"

Heine sipped his beverage thoughtfully. "Do not worry, Your Highness," his eyes locked on to Bruno's. "I will have no trouble making my way home."

After a few more drinks and the consumption of their meals, the pair headed outside.

"I will bid you good night now," Heine smiled up at the prince. "Thank you for the meal, although you did not have to pay for my side."

"Nonsense, Master!" Bruno waved his hands fervently. "What kind of disciple would I be to not tend to your goodwill?"

The air was crisp with a slight fog. The moon was hiding between some clouds with not a star in sight. Bruno vaguely wondered if even the sky was hiding its face for the next part.

Heine nodded. Not in agreement, but in acknowledgment. He seemed uncomfortable being called Master but had adjusted to it. "Yes," he huffed, "so it seems I must head off."

"Do let me give you a ride home," the young royal offered. "I would hate to be worried about your safety during my trip."

The tutor rolled his eyes. "I am not some child, your Highness," he stated bitterly. "I am more than capable of walking myself home that you do not need to fret over my safety."

Bruno's heart started to race, and he tensed up. "Forgive me for suggesting you are incapable, but it is easier this way."

Heine regarded his student for a moment. "Bruno," he finally said, dropping the formalities, "what is the matter with you?"

 The young prince's mouth went dry, a cold sweat forming on the back of his neck. Master never called him by his name. "What could you possibly mean, Master?"

"I am no fool," he muttered, pulling out his teaching stick again. "There is some type of foolery. You are guilty and yet level headed." He tapped the rod against the carriage. "For whatever reason, you are convinced to spend your evening with me, and I need to know why." His eyes squinted suspiciously.

Bruno sighed. "I cannot tell you here, please get in the carriage, and I will explain the whole thing."

Heine shook his head. "I cannot do that, your Highness."

"It will be so much easier if you do."

"What game are you playing?" Heine huffed.

Bruno narrowed his eyes, slamming his fist against the vehicle. "Get into the damn carriage."

Bruno blinked in shock at himself. He had not expected him to lose any of his disposition. It was no apparent to himself who was more shocked. Heine did not appear to be fazed in the slightest.

"Your Highness, I know more about you and what this is all about than you think," the tutor responded calmly. His head tilted towards the firey prince. After observing for a moment, he conceded. "I already know you drugged me."

Bruno flew backward, his eyes flying open in unveiled confusion. "How could you possibly have known?"

"I am no child, your Highness." Heine made movements towards the carriage. "I suppose we will see where this goes." As he gets into the carriage, he leans against the seat.

Bruno moved to the other side of the carriage, still in bewilderment. "Why are you surrendering?"

Heine laid his head back, sighing. "It's time for a lesson, but I do not believe I can teach you this one directly." He looks out the window, biting his cheek. "Do as you must." With that, Heine succumbed to the drugs and fell asleep.

Bruno exhaled sharply. The deed was finally done. As he ordered the guards to drive to his hideout, he could not help but feel he had been bested again. This was no victory. This an allowance. If Heine had not allowed himself to be captured... The young prince knew Heine could teach him so much. Now that he would have unlimited access to his tutor, he could learn everything from him 24/7. As they slowly drove towards their destination, Heine's words repeated in his head. "Do as you must." It started with a chuckle, but eventually, Bruno blossomed to gut-wrenching laughter. If he had his Master's approval, of course, he was in the right. Bruno would do as he must.

[spazzticrevenge]

Chapters: 38/38 Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Phichit Chulanont, Minami Kenjirou, Christophe Giacometti, Michele Crispino, Sara Crispino, Katsuki Mari, Leo de la Iglesia, Makkachin (Yuri!!! on Ice), Ji Guang-Hong, Yakov Feltsman, Yuri Plisetsky, Victor Nikiforov's Mother, Okukawa Minako, Otabek Altin, Ketty Abelashvili, Mila Babicheva, Georgi Popovich, Emil Nekola, Lee Seung Gil, Lee Seung Gil's Dog, Katsuki Hiroko, Katsuki Toshiya, Nishigori Yuuko, Nishigori Triplets, Nishigori Takeshi, Victor Nikiforov's Father, Victor Nikiforov's Grandmother, Celestino Cialdini, Vicchan (Yuri!!! on Ice), Lilia Baranovskaya, Morooka Hisashi, Isabella Yang, Jean-Jacques Leroy Additional Tags: Romance, Drama, VictUuri, Corny title is corny, Set in America because?, Dorks in Love, eventually, Alternate Universe, Anxiety, Depression, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Slow Build, Alcohol-Induced Amnesia, Language, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, lower middle class lifestyle, Pining, innuendos, Humor, Slow Burn, intense first impressions, awkward second impressions, Alternate Universe - Bakery, Eventual Sexual Content, Explicit Consent, Baker Yuuri, Viktor is still Viktor, Tattoo Artist Mari, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, Fluff, Angst, Domestic Fluff, Baking Videos, Internet Chatter, Beach fun, Family Issues, Family Feels, Yu-Topia Katsuki, Engagement, Long-Distance Relationship, Vicchan Lives Summary:

A whisper of a moment is all it takes for Yuuri to ensnare Viktor with his charms. But the moment is swept away with the rise of a new day and Yuuri's memory goes with it. When Viktor comes to find him at his humble bakery, all Yuuri can do is panic. He's just your average nobody, after all. What would a figure skating prince want with him?

[oliivverwood]

power struggles

viktor/ron + medieval for anon

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Viktor did not want to court Hermione Granger.

She ruled her nation with a kind heart and an iron fist. She was intelligent, smarter than the rest of her dukes and nobles, and they all knew it too. She was as beautiful as she was clever--which said a lot.

Viktor wasn't interested.

She wasn't her type.

Shes weren't his type.

However, due to the will of his father, he had to travel to his country, where he'd stay for a long, long, long, time.

But.

The knight.

The knight that Viktor had been provided with by Lady Granger, graciously.

The knight was his type.

"This is Sir Weasley. He is one of our strongest knights, and a strategist. " Someone, some introducer, someone who was now irrelevant, had presented him with the knight.

And.

And.

Viktor felt hungry.

Weasley said nothing.

When they met, Weasley's mouth was in a firm, straight line, well trained to not say a word unless addressed. He held himself tall, shoulders back, chest out. Weasley had rust colored hair, alluring and brash in the sunlight, so different from the people in his country. He filled out his armour and uniforms quite nicely.

In Viktor's opinion.

Weasley's post was inside his room, back to the door, facing the rest of the space. The castle guards would be outside the room. It was protective. It was secretive.

Viktor had eyes.

He could see Weasley's eyes raking his body up and down when he prepared for bed.

Viktor was courting now, yes.

It was not Lady Hermione Granger.

--

They first spoke, an actual conversation, a week after Viktor moved into the castle.

Granted, Viktor had to order it out, a little bit.

His first name was Ronald.

Viktor called him Ron.

Their conversation was stilted, and started off slightly uncomfortable. Viktor had a strong accent. Ron had orders not to interact with the nobles unless instructed.

Sooner than later, however, it wasn't awkward anymore.

Viktor confided to the knight that he had no interest in being a suitor for the Queen.

Ron told him that these arrangements didn't require love anyways. It was a union of power. An exhibit of strength.

Viktor then murmured, wistfully, "I'm a romantic."

--

Ron Weasley was from a once poor family of seven children.

It had been months since Viktor moved in. Ron was comfortable with talking to Viktor freely.

Ron told him about his family. About their struggles. How they loved each other dearly, and would do anything for each other. He was the odd child out. Unmarried.

It made Viktor wonder for siblings. What they would be like, if his childhood wasn't so lonely. It also made him wonder how Ron was unmarried. He was handsome, strong, smart. A knight.

Then Ron had met Harry, an orphaned Duke, humble and kind and he'd loved Ron like a brother. And then the Weasleys weren't poor anymore.

The story was short.

--

A week afterwards, Viktor kissed Ron.

He felt sick afterwards.

He felt disgusted.

"I'm s-so sorry." He stammered, aghast.

He had power. Ron did not.

He took advantage.

Ron did not say anything for a long time, but he would not let Viktor leave, either. When the prince had turned away, he grabbed his wrist, gently and tugged him into Viktor's private quarters, and said nothing. Did nothing. His fingers still circled around his wrist.

It was agonising. Viktor should not have been so stupid. He should have-

"Do it again." Ron commanded. He made the demand with such force, his voice only cracking a little, that Viktor could only scramble to comply. Ron had the cards. It wasn't Viktor over Ron, anymore. Ron had the power, and Viktor willingly let him, would let him, always.

And he kissed him again. Slower. Softer. Hands on the back of his neck, Ron's red hair tickling his hands. When they parted, Ron's just whispered "again."

So they did. Again. Again. Again. They locked the doors. Moved to the bed.

Again. Again. Again.

--

Queen Hermione married Viktor, without the intention of loving him, because her heart had gone to her handmaid, Pansy. The two members of royalty struck up a close friendship, and nothing more. It was an arrangement for the public to relish, and for them to satisfy the power struggles between their nations.

And Viktor's knight, Sir Ronald Weasley remained his right hand man, dutifully guarding the King's room, every day.

Again, again, again.

[ao3feed-victuuri]

What's Wrong with Wednesday?

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2slRBM8

by cuttlemefish

Sequel to “Because It’s Thursday,” the crack fic involving Demon Prince Yuuri Katsuki accidentally marrying Demon Duke Viktor Nikiforov via slap. Happy to be married and raising Lysander Takahiro, their little demon baby known as Little Eggplant, Yuuri and Viktor are completely shocked to have their lives thrown into absolute chaos when their second baby Wednesday starts exhibiting some strange behavior that hilariously challenges their parenting abilities. Or, Yuuri and Viktor have no idea their second child is exhibiting obvious signs of Demon Sugar Intolerance, leaving them to deal with glitter bombs, rainbow (and leprechaun) summons, sprinkle barfs, and (to Phichit’s delight) lava bunnies!

Again, this is crack fic fully intended to just give you a chuckle (because they’re demons), much like the original, so take it for what it is – a humble little gift, I mean trash fic.

Words: , Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Seven Days, or Thursday and Friday and Saturday and We Chilled on Sunday

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Phichit Chulanont, Phichit Chulanont's Hamsters, Okukawa Minako, Yakov Feltsman, Yuri Plisetsky, oc babies, alternate universe - demons - Character, purposeful baby acquisition - Character, results of accidental marriage, viktor and yuuri decided to give their first energy baby an energy baby sibling, there's no physical pregnancy fam!, fairytale au - Character, comedy - Character, this trash is AGAIN just for laughs, mention of glitter in unsavory places

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Mila Babicheva/Sara Crispino

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2slRBM8

[omgkatsudonplease]

Lily I will sell my soul for some more Ice Prince AU based on the new art 🙏

i will gladly collect your soul and @nicaforov‘s tears for a preview of what i’m up to in the ice prince keyfic :3c

The mantle drapes heavily around his shoulders, hugging him like the entire weight of the world. Viktor dimly feels the hands of the attendants slip away as he opens his eyes and looks at himself in the mirror.

It has been such a long time since he last recognised himself, so it’s not that surprising to find that he doesn’t. The silver creature that stares out at him through the mirror, resplendent in icy mink and ermine, clad in the delicate blue-and-white of his wedding livery, looks like some fey trapped within the silver patina of the mirror. Not Viktor, humble Ice Mage of the Northern Province, beloved and betrothed of the Prince. 

The door to the room opens, and there’s a flurry of movement from the servants that announces Yuuri’s entrance even before his face shows up like a ghost across Viktor’s shoulder in the mirror in front of him. “We have five minutes left,” Yuuri says quietly, his brown eyes wide and his cheeks flushed pink. Viktor smiles.

“Isn’t it bad luck for the bridegroom to see the bride on the wedding day?”

The Prince crooks an eyebrow. “Neither of us are brides,” he points out. 

“I feel like I’ve got a train,” replies Viktor, moving his body. The furs flutter around him. “A heavy one.”

A shadow passes over Yuuri’s expression for a second. “That’s good,” he says, stepping over to the mirror. “Anything else?”

Viktor looks down at the top of his boots, smooths out the impeccably tailored waistcoat. Every piece of cloth clings to him like a second skin. “I’m happy,” he says after a moment. “I’m here, aren’t I? Here with you. My Prince, my love, my life -- soon to be my husband.”

Yuuri exhales. The smallest of smiles tugs at his lips. He reaches up, briefly, strokes his fingers along the line of Viktor’s jaw. Viktor’s breath freezes in the space between them; he tries to read Yuuri’s eyes but they are as dark and unfathomable as the spaces between the stars at night. 

Something chips inside him a little, warms a little more. Yuuri takes his hand, presses a kiss to the signet ring that Viktor had kept all this while.

“I’m glad I’m the one you chose,” he says quietly. “I’m glad your eternity has me in it.”

[rayraywrites]

Title: Arabesque

Chapter 4: Balletomane || Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3

Fandom: Yuri on ice | Yuri!!! On Ice

Pairing: Yuuri Katsuki x Viktor Nikiforov | other ships to come

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1158

AO3

Summary:

Being royal doesn’t mean perfection.

Being common doesn’t mean imperfection.

And sometimes, mistakes happen? But sometimes it’s okay.

“My name is Yuuri Katsuki, your highness.”

Hearing his name felt as if a veil was lifted from his eyes, leaving Viktor relieved but still hesitant. Though he desperately wanted to get to know Yuuri, there was still the barrier between royalty and commoner that he could not breach. He should not.

The more he glanced at Yuuri, the stronger the words his father had spoken reverberated in his head.

“We are above them,” there was a note of reluctance in the gruff voice, even as it had continued, “we are Royalty.”

Viktor knew that it was not meant to be a slight to the dancers, to their people, but in his heart he had been cut deep from those words.  Though he rarely found himself down in the lower town, Viktor took his responsibilities to them very seriously. The fact that his father, and by extension the royal family forbade him from interacting with the most beautiful part of his kingdom was baffling.

With grace that only years of etiquette and skating could instill, Viktor slipped into a second bow, this one much less ornate than first for it lacked the pomp and show of a royal bow. This one was from an admirer to the person of his affections. In very rare cases was this bow used.

And Yura had questioned his strange fascination with the variety of greetings possible.

Rising out of the bow, he saw a that a beautiful blush had spread across Yuuri’s face. The dancer was once again babbling about how Viktor shouldn’t be bowing to him, and what if someone walked in. Seeing that Yuuri’s hands were flying around, Viktor decided to simply grab onto them. That stilled Yuuri, his muscles frozen as he waited for Viktor to do something.

For a couple of seconds, Viktor simply held on, his reserved smile melting into an excited one as he remembered seeing the very same hands glide and move around in Yuuri’s dance. Seeing the hesitation in Yuuri’s face, Viktor lost all sense of propriety and began regaling the dancer about his own view of the dance.

“I absolutely adored your dance Yuuri~! It was stunning, and a masterful choreography. In fact, if it wasn’t for the different steps, I’d almost have thought it was similar to my own routine from a few years ago.” Viktor had performed a more...risque...skating routine then was necessarily expected for a prince, but it had been one he had refused to regret. Of course, that was before he’d been officially given the title of crown prince. Viktor was not allowed to express himself the way he had been before. His desire to surprise had to be stamped down for his position.

As Yuuri’s blush deepened, Viktor found himself smirking lightly. Bingo! He had noticed the similarity, even with the change in music, but had been sure he’d been mistaken. Seeing that Yuuri’s head was tilted down, as if he was afraid Viktor was upset with him, he decided to ignore his father’s wishes once more. Lifting a hand, he placed it under Yuuri’s chin and tilted his head up slightly. Stepping a little closer, Viktor smiled softly, before speaking.

“If it would please you, might I request a couple moments of your time another day? For how long will you be remaining in our land?” He smiled impishly when the blush spread down his neck, wrapping his collarbones like a scarf. For a moment, Viktor could feel Yuuri hesitate, his head shaking as if he wanted to leave Viktor’s grasp. But then it steadied.

With a shark inhale, Yuuri backed away from Viktor, bowing deeply at the waist. As a way to remind the two of them, his station, he replied with his hands carefully behind his back, “your highness’ interest in myself is flattering itself, but to be seen with a humble dancer?”

The statement ended as a question, one even Viktor wasn’t sure he knew the answer to. But yet, there was a pull towards Yuuri that he had never felt in anyone else. As a boy, Viktor had always found himself more interested in learning to duel with knights, or to run around with his playmates - all of whom were boys. But as he grew, when courting dates began, he had found himself spending more and more time with the fairer sex in his kingdom. Ladies of the court, and their daughters were brought before him, presenting themselves as adequate candidates for his interest.

He had shown none any interest beyond a cursory purview of who they were. But with Yuuri, he found himself lost in the dancer’s eyes, in his skills, in his smile. So he answered in the way that filled his heart, rather than the propriety that Yuuri was giving him the chance to fall back into. Stepping back into Yuuri’s space, Viktor allowed the smile on his face to widen as he responded.

“My apologies to presume anything, however I do believe you intend to say no for the sake of myself. Let me dissuade you from this course of action and impress upon you the sincerity of my desire.” He raised his hand to rest briefly on Yuuri’s face before dropping it and stepping back. He watched Yuuri’s tensed shoulders relax as Viktor kept speaking. “Let me get to know you a bit better, perhaps over a meal. Have you been riding before Yuuri? We pride ourselves on living in the steppe for it is a gentle introduction to most beginner, and even experienced riders.”

Slowly, Viktor managed to coax out an affirmation from Yuuri, though the idea of a picnic was immediately shot down – Yuuri wasn’t comfortable with the thought of someone possibly seeing them together, even for something as tame as a meal. Viktor’s other ideas of meal in his own quarters, or with the royal family were of course then shot down. Finally when he could see that Yuuri was about to refuse everything, Viktor thought of his last idea, though he hesitated to say it for obvious reasons. Realizing that if he really wanted to get to know Yuuri better, Viktor would have to step outside of his small world view.

“Perhaps, we could dine in your quarters? I would love to meet you, as well as the rest of the dance troupe?” Viktor could see that this option would fit the best, for while Yuuri still looked uncomfortable, the relief in his eyes was visible.

So with a wide smile, Viktor stepped away and gave a small bow. “Then, very well met Yuuri Katsuki.” He began walking to the door before calling out, “I shall be at your chambers when the sun is but a glimmer in the sky.” He laughed a little when he saw the surprise on Yuuri’s face but that turned into a soft smile when he heard a warm farewell in response.

“Until then, my prince.”

[chessala]

Ok, I’m still in love with @victorsporosya​‘s Little Mermaid AU casting Yuuri as the prince and Viktor as the mermaid. I’m probably getting way too invested in this so I apologize because I have the feeling there will be more ficlets ahead! (In my defense, Ariel was and still is my favourite disney princess and this AU just goes along so well with me.

Enjoy!

History: Part 1 | Parts 2

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Washed ashore after a storm, you’re so luck that Yuuri found you! It must have been horrible to go through that.”

“It really was! I was so scared!” Viktor said cheerfully right before blowing some of the strange foam from his hands. Upon arrival at the castle, Viktor, now somewhat steady on his feet, had been pulled away by two of the servants right away. He had been dumped into a barrel filled with water and the best smelling sea foam Viktor had ever seen before. He didn’t know why, but the female servant had suddenly lost a lot of blood from her nose when she had removed the jacket Yuuri had so kindly provided him with. He hoped he would get it back, it smelled like him.

“It’s Prince Yuuri, Yuuko. Don’t let the Madam hear you drop the title again.” Minami said, glancing around nervously. While Prince Yuuri insisted all the servants just called him by his name, everyone caught doing so by Madam Minako was due a an hour long lecture. If they were lucky. Servants disappearing for a whole day to be educated hasn’t been unheard of.

“I’ve known Yuuri since he was two years old, one would think she would stop fussing about it.” Yuuko said with an exasperated sigh.

“What kind of person is Yu- Prince Yuuri?” Viktor asked, ears perking up at the topic of the man of his dreams.

“He is wonderful!” Minami started gushing instantly. “He is humble and kind to everyone. He never orders the servants around and helps out in the kitchens whenever he can. Everyone loves him!”

Viktor could definitely understand that. He had only gotten a glimpse at the prince while sitting on the outside of the ship. His smile had been radiant and genuine, capable of lighting up the whole ship despite it being night. He had the cutest furry animal with him, a dog called Vicchan as Viktor knew now. Viktor had a pet seal called Makkachin at home as well that he hoped to introduce to Yuuri eventually.

“But he has also been a bit sad lately.” Yuuko continued for Minami. “A few weeks ago he almost drowned in a storm just like you but it seems he was saved by a mysterious man with long silver hair and blue eyes and he has been looking for him since then. He even had painters recreate his face by his description and the portraits are all-over his ro-” Yuuko stopped in the middle of her sentence and looked at Viktor with a frown. “If it weren’t for your short hair, I could swear you look just like him….”

Viktor beamed at her, grasping her hands in his.

“It was me! I watched Yuuri on the ship and he was so wonderful! But then the storm came and I just couldn’t let him die even though Yakov hates humans. But then I couldn’t forget about him and asked the sea witch to turn me into human!” Viktor rambled down, almost forgetting to breathe in the process. Yuuri remembered him! Yuuri had been looking for him! Yuuri hadn’t been able to forget about Viktor, just like Viktor hadn’t been able to forget about him.

“Merman?” Yuuko asked with a raised eyebrow. “Are you sure you didn’t swallow too much water? Merfolk are old fishwife tales!”

She took a jug full of hot water from a table and helped rinse Viktor’s hair and eyes. Viktor sighed, suddenly feeling very alone. Of course they wouldn’t believe him,l Yakov had done all he could to ensure that humans and merfolk don’t interact. It didn’t really matter, all he wanted was to be with Yuuri anyway.

“Don’t tell that story to Prince Yuuri, it will upset him!” Minami said to Viktor with a scolding voice and Viktor nodded. Minami helped him out of the bathtub, causing the female he now knew was called Yuuko to bleed from her nose again. Humans truly were strange creatures after all.

“Let’s get you dressed!” Yuuko said after putting some paper into her nose. “You might not be Yuuri’s mysterious saviour but that doesn’t mean he can’t fall in love with you rather than chasing a dream.

---------

“And did you see that ASS!” Phichit said excitedly, making Yuuri roll his eyes. It wasn’t exactly possible to not stare at the ass of the man they had found at the beach. Phichit looked at him from the corner of his eyes, causing Yuuri to blush.

“I-I would never!” Yuuri stuttered, trying to swallow the tightness in his throat away. Why was it suddenly so hot in here anyway?

“You know….” Phichit continued, sounding more serious suddenly. “Why don’t you forget about that mysterious stranger and instead focus on what’s right in front of you?”

“I don’t even know his name, Phichit.” Yuuri started to protest just to be interrupted by Phichit.

“Didn’t stop you from looking through every village within a two-days ride to look for a, and I quote you here, beautiful stranger that swims around in the ocean and saves princes from drowning.”

Yuuri groaned. He had indeed said that, exact words and all. After waking up on the beach, the stranger with the long silver hair and blue eyes was everything Yuuri could think about, dream about, fantasize about. He blushed a little when some of those fantasies came back to him now, some of them including a very particular reunion on the beach.

“I just want to thank him for saving me!” Yuuri said weakly, knowing full well that his friend would see through him right away.

“Well, he obviously doesn’t want your thanks, so just let it rest Yuuri.” Phichit said a bit softer. He stepped behind Yuuri and helped him to straighten his loose shirt so it fell just the right way to expose a bit of chest and accent his hips. “As for his name, I’m sure he will tell you if you manage to actually use your mouth to talk instead of just drooling.”

“I didn’t...I mean….Phichit!”

Phichit laughed happily, obviously satisfied with flustering Yuuri to oblivion. Yuuri couldn’t deny that he had stared at the stranger just a little, even after giving him his jacket. And his face looked so much like the one Yuuri remembered from waking up after the storm, except that his hair was short. But his eyes had the same beautiful shade of blue that made Yuuri want to get lost in them.

And he seemed nice, if not a bit over-dramatic. After Phichit and Yuuri had steadied him on his feet, he had gushed on about how glad he was to have met them and that he wouldn’t have known what to do if they hadn’t come by. Yuuri could also swear he saw a crab glare at him right before it disappeared into the sea. Crabs didn’t glare, Yuuri was at least sure of that.

“Yuuri!” Minako’s familiar voice filled the room even before she the open the doors to Yuuri’s bedroom. “What do i have to hear about you bringing home a stray man from the beach?”

“M-Minako!” Yuuri said with a slightly panicked voice, taking a step back automatically. Minako was the head servant and like a second mother for him. Whenever his parents had been too busy, she had taken care of Yuuri and made sure to educate him. He loved her but she always had a talent to get involved in everything that was going on.

“He was washed ashore.” Phichit explained. “So we brought him here.”

Minako squinted first at Phichit and then at Yuuri. “He is real this time, right?”

Yuuri sighed and let himself fall on one of the cushioned chairs. Of course she would tease him about this as well. No one believed Yuuri that he had really seen someone on the beach. Phichit said he had been alone when he found Yuuri groaning on the sand. He knew the man had been there, though, how could he have imagined the soft feeling of his hair and those beautiful eyes.

“Be it as it may.” Minako continued when Yuuri didn’t reply to her teasing. “I want to see this man. We can’t allow random strangers to roam the palace and endanger the royal family. He will join us for dinner.”

“What!” Yuuri choked out, almost managing to fall off his chair. He couldn’t possible have dinner with the man, he didn’t have his feelings under enough control for that. “Minako, isn’t that too dangerous?”

“What exactly could he do? Impale the king with chopsticks?” Minako asked, raising her eyebrows and resting her hands on her hips.

“He might!” Yuuri countered, doing his best to keep his voice strong and his heart steady. He couldn’t possibly so fickle to forget the stranger in favour of a set of nice abs and a perky ass. And a pair of beautiful eyes and a smile to die for. And a voice that made his skin feel too tight in entirely the wrong way.

“Fine…” he relented with a sigh, heart already beating faster. Seemed like he was that fickle after all.

“Good I’ll let your mother know. She took over the kitchen to make Katsudon.” Minako said with nod.

“Wasn’t today supposed to be stuffed crab?” Phichit asked. It wasn’t often that the royal menu changed so suddenly after all. Minako shrugged and turned towards the door.

“Seems there was a series of accidents, something about aggressive crabs.”

[gaypromptos-remade-blog]

hey vinnie i've never watched an anime In My Life but most of my friends are into it so what are some of your favorite animes or recs for someone wanting to get into that sorta thing?

ooo boy i got a lot here so buckle up

i rlly like sports anime for some reason so here are my faves:

haikyuu!! - you’ve probably heard of it before, it’s a really popular sports anime about volleyball. every single one of the characters is great and it honestly changed my life i love it so much

yuri on ice - you’ve probably heard of this too lol, but again its a popular sports anime about figure skating and its very different from other sports anime but its really great and that relationship b/w yuuri and viktor is honestly top tier

kuroko no basket/kuroko’s basketball - this is honestly the most ridiculous sports anime ive ever seen in my life but it so fun to watch. like the shit that happens in this anime is literally impossible but i think its part of it’s charm. and kurokos and kagamis relationship is so good dude

daiya no ace/ace of diamond - this one is about baseball and it’s super long (s1 is 75 eps and s2 is 55 eps) but it’s great to watch. the characters are fun, the development is realistic, its a great show. though i would only recommend watching this if you can actually watch a show thats 130 eps long

if you prefer something with more action, here are my faves: 

boku no hero academia - this show literally changed my life, it is so good. this show is about a world where superpowers are normal and these kids go to a hero school. this show is wonderful, the characters are great, the character development is amazing, and the plot is beautiful. if you’re up for it i highly recommend you read the manga cause wow, its amazing 

hunter x hunter - also another really long one. i only saw the 2011 version which is 148 eps but every single one was amazing. the relationship between killua and gon is so adorable and this show is so cute. of course this show does get dark at times (like at the phantom troupe arc and the chimera ant arc). it is so good i highly recommend it. 

noragami - this show is about a minor god, yato who dreams about becoming more recognized and worshiped. again the characters are great and the animation is really beautiful. (the openings are also top tier lol)

mob psycho 100 - this is a pretty popular show and everything about it is great. its basically about this kid who was psychic powers and every time his emotions rise, it causes an explosion of his powers. this show is absolutely beautiful and mob is such a great kid (also a lot of ppl who seen this anime also saw one punch man but i never finished it so)

assassination classroom - i never talk about this anime but it is really good. its about this strange octopus like creature that ends up destroying the moon into a crescent like shape and says he’ll do the same to the earth and its up to this middle school class to kill him before their graduation but it turns out he’s a great teacher. im pretty sure i explained the plot really shittily, but its a great anime and i love the animation style. its really funny but its also really deep and sad

bungou stray dogs - without spoiling much, this show is basically about detectives with superpowers that fight the mob. this show is really great but i have to warn you that it’s really bloody so if you’re not into that then you probably shouldnt watch it

fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood - this is a really popular and with good reason. this show is about 2 brothers, edward and alphonse who try to revive their dead mother with alchemy but ed ends up losing a leg and an arm and al loses his body and his soul is inside a suit of armor. this show really hits you in the heart and every episode is a treasure. i havent seen the original fullmetal series but from i heard i say you should just watch this

no. 6 - ooo boy this anime is so good. its basically a dystopia where everyone lives in 1 of 6 cities and everything seems great until the main character shion meets nezumi and gets a different perspective on their world. this anime also has canon gay characters so…

there are a few romance anime that i do love as well, yes they are het but they are really good in my humble opinion:

yona of the dawn - i dont know if i can count this as a romance anime but its considered a shoujo so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . basically this story is about princess yona and how she lived in luxury until her father was murdered and now has to live on the run with her childhood friend/bodyguard hak and thats when yona learns about the poverty and corruption among her kingdom and aims to change this. the anime is wonderful and i got sucked in by like ep 3. ive only just started the manga but i would recommend you read it as well

snow white with the red hair - this is about a herbalist shirayuki who runs away from her homeland because she didn’t want to be a concubine to the prince and she befriends the prince of the kingdom she runs to. tbh i ended up liking this more that i thought i would and the characters are great. also one of the characters, obi, is canonically bi/pan. however its only shown in the manga and not the anime but i think it was pretty obvious in the anime. 

gekkan shoujo nozaki kun - again idk if i can count this as a romance anime but it doesnt fit in any of the other categories i have so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. its about this girl, sakura who has a crush on this boy nozaki who turns out to be a manga artist and she ends up being one of his assistants. despite the fact that nozaki is literally a romance manga writer, he is painfully oblivious to sakuras feelings and it leads to some really great moments. im pretty sure this was the first anime i saw when i started getting back into anime and oh my god it is so great. this is literally the funniest thing i have ever seen in my life

toradora - this anime is so fucking funny too. its about a girl and boy who hate each other but team up with each other to help them get in a relationship with their best friends but they end up falling for each other. this show is pretty lighthearted but later on the series it gets really wild and deep but i do love the relationship and the characters

anyways im sorry i took to answer this but i hope you enjoy these shows!

[aella-a]

Just imagine an AU where everything is the same but the setting is today and the Grannzreich royal family is a modern Royal family in 2017.

Viktor is the model good-looking figurehead monarch who is extremely popular for his commitment to charity and justice. But the paparazzi also loves all the scandals surrounding his sons. Especially since the death of the Queen three years earlier.

Prince Licht who is barely 14 has been spotted at nightclubs drinking…his image put on the cover of tabloid magazines drapped over by models and starlets. Kai and Bruno had left the prestigious boy’s college where the royal family has sent their sons for generations under scandals of fighting and unruly behavior.

And Eins, the eldest, completed his schooling with honours and having served four years in the royal airforce in some peacekeeping mission abroad with praise is considered the model royal, diligently attending all the events adult royals have to and is diligent to his duty.

But rumours abound about why the King hasn’t named Eins as heir yet- the tabloids pointing out that the 23 year old hasnt been seen twice with the same woman, and is inordinately close to his secretary Ernst von Rosenberg.

And as for Leonhard, the forth Prince, barely anyone knows a thing about him.

Into this setting Heine, a humble school teacher is called in to tutor the Princes at the palace. Into this strange world of the royal family, full of wealth and prestige, will he be able to whip the Princes into shape….and what is these feelings that surface everytime he’s around the handsome King….the man he once knew so long ago.

…okay now this sounds like this belongs in the back of a paperback romance.

[jbankai89]

Do You Believe In Fairies? [7/11]

A/N: I swear, every time I go to work on this thing it gets longer and longer. Anyway, please enjoy today’s update.

Chapter Seven – Fealty

When Yuri stepped back down to the kitchen area of the tree, it was the same moment that Guang-Hong returned home. His face was flushed, and he was clutching two items in his hands: a scroll of papyrus, and a familiar-looking statuette.

“Where's Otabek?” Gang-Hong asked between soft pants as he moved towards the table and slumped into one of the seats.

“Sleeping,” Yuri replied, “he woke up right before you left, and as you can imagine, is very upset. Although I think he may be my fiancé now...”

“And, if I may ask, your highness, how did that happen?” Guang-Hong asked as he chortled, and Yuri joined him at the table, his mouth twitching into a small smile to mirror his Companion.

“He informed me of some of the practices his village takes, some sort of celibacy until marriage...thing. I promised that I wouldn't bed him until after we married.”

“Oh, and I can see you are just regretting that decision so deeply,” Guang-Hong teased, and Yuri laughed.

“I'd wait a hundred years if he asked me to,” Yuri said as he sobered up, and Guang-Hong smiled at him warmly.

“I am happy for you, I am, your highness, but I must admit, I'm concerned,” Guang-Hong said, and Yuri nodded his head. He knew exactly what his Companion was referring to.

“The partial binding?” Yuri asked, and the human nodded.

“If you manage to free Otabek from here, you would be obligated to go with him, now that he is bound to you,” Guang-Hong said nervously. “Would you really leave?”

Guang-Hong's voice dropped in volume, and the soft, almost childlike uncertainty that Yuri heard in it broke his heart. He opened and closed his mouth several times, but seemed incapable of speaking further on the matter. He pressed his mouth into a thin line and took several slow breaths to calm himself before he tried to speak again.

“I don't know if I'll have very much choice in that, Guang-Hong,” Yuri answered honestly as he reached for the human's hand, and Guang-Hong threaded his fingers with the Fae's. “He and I are partially bound. For me to stay here would be painful for the both of us—him moreso.”

“But...” Guang-Hong trailed off, and shook his head. “I'm sorry, your highness, I'm being selfish.”

Yuri shifted his chair closer to Guang-Hong's, reached out to brush the fingers of his free hand under the human's chin, and tilted his head up. Guang-Hong's eyes were shining, and he seemed reluctant to meet Yuri's gaze, his own expression still lined with uncertainty and guilt.

“Tell me what it is you want,” Yuri said gently, and he felt Guang-Hong's hand tense in his. He untangled his fingers from the prince's, and reached for the throat of his shirt, tugging it down to display his collarbone. The image of a wolf's head resided there, much like the image of the tiger upon Otabek.

“At your request, the king gave me to you, but I still bear his mark,” Guang-Hong said nervously. “You never bound me to you. If you leave, I wish to come with you.”

“Guang-Hong...” Yuri whispered, reaching forward to brush his fingers over the mark. The human shivered under his light touch, but did not flinch away. “I did not wish to forcibly bind you, but can you truly leave this place? You told me before that you did not wish to.”

“My only wish now is to not be parted from you,” Guang-Hong replied, this time with stronger conviction. “I do not wish to be returned to him where I would be but one more face in a sea of beautiful boys. I wish to serve you. Here, I feel like I have some sort of worth.”

Yuri reached for Guang-Hong again and brushed a few strands of soft brown hair from his eyes. He looked determined, pleading without speaking a word, and above all, he appeared completely certain. He wanted this with all his heart.

Humbled by Guang-Hong's devotion, Yuri could not bring himself to say no. He smiled at his Companion, stood up, and led him silently to another bough of the tree where something akin to a sitting room was located.

Low tables, squashy armchairs, and a leather settee decorated the area, and provided a perfect view of the entire forest and what lay beyond. Birds wove lazily through the skies, the canopies rustled with the activity of the woodland creatures, and the occasional puff of dragon smoke could be seen trailing from the distant mountains beyond their forest. Yuri turned to Guang-Hong, and leant in to kiss his lips lightly.

“Take off your shirt and lie down,” Yuri commanded gently, and his human, as eager to please as ever, hastily removed the garment and eased down onto the settee, while he watched Yuri with a familiar small smile of unabashed trust.

Yuri dragged one of the footstools over to the settee, and sat down near to Guang-Hong's head. Yuri brushed his hair from his eyes again, then moved to rest his hand mere inches from the design high on the human's chest.

“I need you to relax, and stay focused upon your desire to bind yourself to me,” Yuri said gently. “This won't be like your initial partial binding to...him. At first it will hurt, but it will not last, I promise. I need to cut his binding to you before I can bind you to me.”

“I understand, your highness,” Guang-Hong replied, his voice soft and almost breathless. “I trust you.”

A partial binding to a human was a simple enough enchantment and completely irreversible—with a few exceptions. Yuri knew that the partial binding of a servant could only be removed if it was to be immediately replaced by another binding, it could not be left empty. After one was enacted, there was no way to fully reverse it, and to attempt to do so always led to the death of the human in question. To have a human ask to be bound in fealty was rare, and Yuri found himself deeply humbled by the request.

“Are you ready, Guang-Hong?” Yuri asked, and the human immediately nodded.

“Yes, your highness, I'm ready,” Guang-Hong replied as he closed his eyes and relaxed against the piece of furniture.

“Okay,” Yuri said softly, “just take deep breaths, this will hurt, but I will try to make it fast...” Yuri's right hand moved to thread through his thick locks, stroking them reassuringly, while the other hovered over Viktor's mark. He focused on what he needed, the elemental magic of earth, air, fire, water, and spirit to sever Guang-Hong's bonds to Viktor in order to replace them with his own.

Yuri shut his eyes, and pressed his palm to Guang-Hong's chest.

A short cry slipped past the human's lips, his back arched, and Yuri winced when he felt Guang-Hong's hand clap over his forearm reflexively, and he dug his nails into the flesh. The Fae did not move, but his face contorted into a grimace as Guang-Hong's nails, cut short, dug crescent moons into his flesh.

Yuri fixated upon the impression of Viktor embedded upon Guang-Hong's soul, and braced himself for the gaping space that would replace it. Yuri knew that he needed to be quick. If he left the hole open for too long, Guang-Hong would know freedom—of a sort. Mortals often viewed death as their souls being set free, but Guang-Hong did not want that sort of freedom, this Yuri knew.  

Yuri inhaled through his nose, filling his lungs as much as he could, and breathed out through his mouth. He teetered upon the edge of Guang-Hong's soul, he could taste and smell so many things—turned earth, dew on grass, freshly cut wood—it was like a window, seeing who Guang-Hong truly was. Now, more than ever, Yuri was intent upon doing this correctly, to not damage someone who trusted him so implicitly.

He waited for one more moment, then Yuri severed the binding.

Wind howled in his ears, a heavy roar that blinded Yuri to all else. He did not know if Guang-Hong was still clutching to him, or if he was crying out in pain. The gap in the human's soul had created a storm in Yuri's mind, and until he replaced the binding or Guang-Hong died, the storm would not abate.

Trembling as he struggled to keep his focus, Yuri reached out with his own brand of magic, and sealed the gap. It was like filling a crack with mud or clay, and in an instant, the world came rushing back.

He could hear Guang-Hong panting, but he was no longer clinging to Yuri. When the Fae opened his eyes, he was given barely three seconds to take in the sight of Guang-Hong laying upon the settee, his chest heaving, the new mark of a tiger emblazoned upon his collarbone. The fingertips of Guang-Hong's left hand were stained with blood, and Yuri did not need to glance down to know that rivulets of blood now streaked his arm where the human's nails had punctured his flesh.

Before Yuri could say a word,the Fae suddenly felt someone grab him from behind, and he was thrown bodily away from Guang-Hong.

Yuri hissed as he tumbled in a heap hear the edge of the platform, and looked up, expecting to see one of the Fae gentries, or Viktor himself.

Who he saw instead was Otabek.

“Otabek...?” Yuri asked uncertainly, but the human's look of mistrust from earlier had returned to his eyes. Yuri swallowed thickly.

“I heard screaming,” he said roughly, “you were hurting him.”

“No, Otabek, it wasn't like that—” Guang-Hong said as he sat up, still a little shaky, and his breath was escaping him in short, rough pants. Otabek eyed him with disbelief, then he turned his gaze back to Yuri.

The Fae stood up cautiously, and only then was Otabek's gaze drawn to Yuri's forearm, where five puncture wounds were clearly visible, along with the trails of dark blood that had streaked his arm and collected near his wrist. His mistrust wavered, but did not fall.

“Otabek,” Yuri said gently as he approached him, “I was not hurting Guang-Hong.”

“I heard him scream...” Otabek repeated, but trailed off when both Yuri and Guang-Hong shook their heads at him. Yuri continued to approach the human, his footsteps slow and measured, while being cautious to not crowd or cage him in.

When Yuri at last reached him, he rested a gentle hand upon Otabek's shoulder, and coaxed him down onto the settee. Guang-Hong sat up at the same moment, and bracketed him, but like Yuri, he was careful not to crowd him.

“Guang-Hong asked me for a partial binding, like what he did to you, binding you to me,” Yuri explained gently as he reached for Otabek's hand. The Fae smiled warmly when the human offered up the limb freely. “The difficulty was that he was already marked by the Fae who initially brought him here. To fulfill his wish, I first needed to sever the connection to this other Fae—and that is painful.”

“The screaming you heard was from his highness breaking my connection to him,” Guang-Hong added, “he was not hurting me. I did not wish to be separated from my prince; I wanted this very much, Otabek.”

Otabek abruptly yanked his hand from Yuri's hold, and he buried his face in his palms. By the way he was shaking, Yuri could guess that he was crying. The sight broke his heart, and he felt another fierce swell of hatred towards the Fae who had done this to him. Viktor needed to pay for breaking him.

“Everything is so...so strange here,” Otabek said softly without looking up. “I want to go home, but then I remember that I can't...”

“But you will,” Yuri said gently, encouragingly, “we'll break his deal, and get you home, I swear it.”

“But how?” Otabek asked, the same air of hopelessness in his voice. “I don't see how any of this will work like you say it will...”

“Come back to the kitchen with us,” Guang-Hong said gently, and touched Otabek's arm. “I brought something back from the village for you. We can talk there about what to do next.”

“For...me?” Otabek asked, and Guang-Hong nodded.

“A letter from your mother, and a certain iron statuette that will help keep you safe here until we can find a way to free you...” Guang-Hong began, but trailed off when Otabek's frown deepened.

“That's impossible,” Otabek said, and both Fae and his Companion blinked.

“Why is it impossible, Otabek?” Yuri asked, and Otabek laughed hollowly.

“You know nothing of human life, do you?” Otabek demanded, and Yuri winced. “Commoners, like me, my family, reading and writing isn't a skill most learn. I only took to it because the prince of our kingdom took a liking to me and taught me how. Of my family, I'm the only one who can read and write.”

“But...” Yuri interrupted uncertainly, and Otabek's gaze swivelled back to him. “I heard your mother mention books...”

“Oral stories, our books are not written down. It's all spoken,” Otabek explained tiredly, “only the royals have access to codecies like that. All to the point that my mother could not write to me.”

“But it is from your mother, Otabek,” Guang-Hong said, and this time ignored Otabek's disbelieving frown. “I went to your home, and explained what had happened to you, and that his highness and I wished to borrow his iron statuette to protect you from Fae enchantment. I also asked them if there was anything that they wanted to say to you, and I offered to transcribe it in a letter. I promise you, it is from your mother.”

“Come on,” Yuri interjected as he moved to wrap an arm around Otabek and coaxed him to his feet. “Let's go have a look, and I'll get you something to eat, all right? Then we can talk about how to get you out of here.”

Otabek looked as though he seriously doubted this, but with a heavy sigh, he nodded and allowed himself to be led away.

~*~

In the kitchen, Otabek seemed determined to not look at the little figure and papyrus scroll upon the tabletop, and instead watched Yuri, holding a platter, while he selected things from around his kitchen—cured meats, fruit and cheeses, sour bread, and wine. With each item that Yuri selected, he paused to disenchant it, ensuring that nothing Otabek ate would tie him to the Court.

Guang-Hong, on the other hand, seemed mildly distressed by Yuri doing the work of (in his view, at least) a servant. Both of them knew that it was imperative that Yuri feed Otabek in order to ensure that nothing was enchanted, but it still seemed to bother the human deeply.

“Your highness?” he asked softly, uncertainly. Yuri shifted his gaze to his Companion, redressed, his mark hidden, but Yuri could still feel it—his connection to both these men was so similar, and yet so different at the same time.

“Yes, Guang-Hong?” he asked as he approached the table with the platter, and the young man immediately bowed his head shyly. Yuri set down the plate and began to disperse the glasses, and his hand had moved to the bottle of wine when his Companion finally spoke.

“M-may I serve you?” Guang-Hong asked in a rush, his face becoming blotchy with embarrassment, and Otabek regarded his fellow human with confusion.

“Of course you may,” Yuri replied with a small smile, and leant in to kiss Guang-Hong. It would have been traditional to end their binding with a kiss, but given that they had been interrupted, Yuri had not been able to do so. As he pulled back, he did not miss the spark of jealousy he saw in Otabek's eyes, but ignored it for the moment as he sat down next to him, and began to assemble a plate of food for him.

“None of these foods are enchanted,” Yuri said in a conversational tone as he handed him the plate, “but you must be careful when accepting food from anyone else. As I have told you before, to eat the food of a Fae Court will irrevocably tie you to it, and you will be unable to eat anything but Fae food for the rest of your life. Only by my hand is it safe.”

Otabek nodded his thanks, but did not speak as he accepted the plate and stared down at the morsels that Yuri had offered him. At the same time, Guang-Hong took to the task of pouring Yuri his wine, and he seemed to revel in the small task. Yuri relieved him of the bottle to serve Guang-Hong and Otabek, but still Otabek did not touch the food he'd been given, and merely stared at it.

Yuri reached out and threaded his fingers through a dark lock of hair. It had fallen into Otabek's eyes, shadowing them, and he glanced up as Yuri gently curled it behind his ear. He appeared lost, caught in a trap of hopelessness, and this strong man whom Yuri loved so dearly seemed to be beginning to break, if not already broken.

The Fae did not speak, but pressed his hand to Otabek's shoulder. He did not react to the touch, watching in a bemused, disconnected sort of way as the limb moved down his arm and covered Otabek's hand with his own. He turned the human's palm up, and whilst ignoring Guang-Hong's soft, sharp gasp of shock, Yuri reached for the statuette.

Yuri closed his hand over the iron, and his skin audibly crackled. He felt Otabek tense, but momentarily ignored it as he lifted the statuette in a shaking, blistering hand, and moved it to press into Otabek's palm. He curled his fingers around it as Yuri let go, and Guang-Hong immediately grabbed Yuri's wrist as he let out a soft cry.

“Your highness, oh, your hand...”

Yuri glanced down at it, finally breaking his gaze away from Otabek, and saw his palm. It was red, inflamed, and shiny, with large blisters covering virtually every inch of flesh that had come in contact with the metal. It ached painfully, but Yuri did not allow it to register on his face as Otabek continued to stare at him.

“Why did you do that?” he asked at last, his fingers tightening around the statue as he gazed at the Fae prince.

“I will do anything to save you,” Yuri said softly, “even if it causes me great pain. I want you to understand, Otabek—nothing is more important to me than your happiness. I would not bind you here, ever. I wish only to be with you. I care about you deeply, and I would never wish to harm you by taking away your freedom.”

Otabek's expression did not change at first. He was nervous, uncertain—confused. Even without looking into his mind, Yuri could see that Otabek could not tell what was truth, and what was lies.

With his good hand, Yuri reached out and coiled Otabek's fingers around the statuette more firmly.

“See with clear eyes,” Yuri encouraged, “and trust that I will do everything in my power to help you.”

“That's good to hear,” a fourth voice chimed in. Yuri turned, and saw King Yuuri standing by the spiral staircase, his arms crossed, and a small smirk upon his face that Yuri rarely saw. “Because it will take all of your power to free your human of this place.”

The sudden appearance of the king immediately put everyone on edge. Otabek tensed, Guang-Hong gasped sharply, and Yuri concealed his surprise behind a neutral mask.

“Your majesty...?” Yuri asked uncertainly, and Yuuri crossed the space to twine his fingers through Yuri's hair in a gentle caress that was almost—but not quite—comforting.

“Don't mistake me,” the king said gently as he regarded the Faeling. “My motives are completely selfish. I want this human, who has enraptured my Viktor so, out of my Court. If that means lending my power to yours, then so be it. I won't lose my Viktor to a lowly human.”

“Lowly?” Otabek hissed, and Guang-Hong elbowed him sharply. Yuuri's gaze snapped to Otabek, and Yuri moved to shield him. He was not quick enough, and Yuuri got there first.

“You have something to say, human?” Yuuri asked in his soft, even tone, and like with Yuri, he reached for his hair. Far from it being a gentle caress, Yuri saw the king grip the strands tightly before he yanked Otabek's head back. “What is it about you, hm?” he asked, “What is it that has ensnared both prince and king with so little effort? Why are you so special? All evening I've been subject to Otabek this and Otabek that and how courageous and handsome you are. What is it? Why are you so damnably special? I'd oust you now if I could—”

“—then why don't you?” Otabek growled. His eyes narrowed into a glare as he stared up at Yuuri. “I don't want to be here, you don't want me here, it sounds like the perfect arrangement, if you ask me.”

“Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of power,” Yuuri replied with a bitter sort of smile, his hand releasing Otabek as though he'd been burned, and he took a large step back. At the same moment, Yuri closed the distance between himself and Otabek, wrapping his arms protectively around the human while he stared up at his king. “I will help you, as much as it pains me to do so, it is the only way I can be rid of my so-called...competition.”

“I had no idea you had so much rage in you,” Yuri said in the same tone of voice as the king—calm, and unruffled. His arms tensed around Otabek. He didn't care if it was high treason; if Yuuri so much as laid a hand on Otabek again, Yuri was prepared to fight back.

“It's not rage, little princeling,” Yuuri answered, his expression softening into the usual shy, bemused smile that those of the Court knew so well. “It is instinct. Your human is a threat to me. My Viktor is quite besotted with him, and I will not so willingly step aside and give up my husband to a human.”

“Viktor adores you,” Yuri pointed out, “he would never toss you aside so callously.”

“There is time,” Yuuri replied simply, “there is always time, Yuri.”

“All a Fae has is time,” Yuri muttered, a common phrase within the Court, one which is not usually uttered with such a melancholy tone of voice. As the king backed away from the trio, Yuri felt some of the tension begin to dissolve, and the king offered Yuri the ghost of a smile.

“Indeed,” Yuuri nodded. “Do you accept my assistance?”

Yuri, Otabek, and Guang-Hong exchanged a look. Both humans inclined their heads minutely, and Yuri turned back to the king.

“We accept, your majesty.”

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Chapters: 32/? Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Phichit Chulanont, Minami Kenjirou, Christophe Giacometti, Michele Crispino, Sara Crispino, Katsuki Mari, Leo de la Iglesia, Makkachin (Yuri!!! on Ice), Ji Guang-Hong, Yakov Feltsman, Yuri Plisetsky, Victor Nikiforov's Mother, Okukawa Minako, Otabek Altin, Ketty Abelashvili, Mila Babicheva, Georgi Popovich, Emil Nekola, Lee Seung Gil, Lee Seung Gil's Dog, Katsuki Hiroko, Katsuki Toshiya, Nishigori Yuuko, Nishigori Triplets, Nishigori Takeshi, Victor Nikiforov's Father, Victor Nikiforov's Grandmother, Celestino Cialdini Additional Tags: Romance, Drama, VictUuri, Corny title is corny, Set in America because?, Dorks in Love, eventually, Alternate Universe, Anxiety, Depression, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Slow Build, Alcohol-Induced Amnesia, Language, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, lower middle class lifestyle, Pining, innuendos, Humor, Slow Burn, intense first impressions, awkward second impressions, Alternate Universe - Bakery, Eventual Sexual Content, Explicit Consent, Baker Yuuri, Viktor is still Viktor, Tattoo Artist Mari, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, Fluff, Angst, Domestic Fluff, Baking Videos, Internet Chatter, Beach fun, Family Issues, Family Feels, Yu-Topia Katsuki Summary:

A whisper of a moment is all it takes for Yuuri to ensnare Viktor with his charms. But the moment is swept away with the rise of a new day and Yuuri's memory goes with it. When Viktor comes to find him at his humble bakery, all Yuuri can do is panic. He's just your average nobody, after all. What would a figure skating prince want with him?

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Bakery AU Masterlist

#baristalife -  fan_nerd

Summary: Victor, proud owner of Muse café and roastery, goes searching for a local bakery to buy sweets for his store. When he does, he finds Yutopia, a quaint little place tucked away in a small part of town.The good news is, he quickly becomes business partners with the lead patissier, Yuuri.The bad news is, he finds Yuuri heartbreakingly, disastrously attractive.

Chocolate Cookies and Cooking Critique -  Lunarlooroo

Summary: Yuuri's new neighbour is beautiful, kind, friendly, affectionate and totally out of his league. However, he is pretty bad at baking.Or: Viktor keeps trying to woo Yuuri with cookies, but Yuuri thinks Viktor just wants the professional opinion of a baker.

Disheartened Snowflakes -  saltyynoodles

Summary:  "Watch me skate?" Those three words changed uninspired baker and ex-skater, Katsuki Yuri's life forever. A story of two people who just happened to meet at the right time (100% uncliche).

Flightless Birds -  Ameliesshit

Summary:After the death of his mother, Yuuri spends his days in the family bakery, and skating with Phichit and Minami, until one day when he sees a mysterious silver-haired figure leave the ice.

Highschool fluff story -  Keira_Atko

Summary:  Yuri and Otabek are two dorks that bond over ice skating. Yuri finds out that beka helps out at his family bakery by accident. After this much fluff ensues.

Komorebi -  cosmiceleste

Summary: Yuuri seduces an unabtainable bachelor with depressive issues without even remembering it.Viktor falls in love with a baker who worries about most everything, but doesn't remember him.

Like a Fairytale -  lucycamui

Summary: In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his 'Cinderella' Yuuri. (And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he's doing).“The crown prince of the Nikiforov kingdom, infatuated with a mystery pastry chef he’s only just met. This is exactly the kind of scandalous love story my life has been missing… So, what’s he look like? What exactly is Prince Victor’s type?”“…Sweet.”“Well, he does make pastries."

pas de bierock -  leenk

Summary: Yuuri is a baker. Viktor is a ballet dancer. They fall in love. Tragedy strikes- but hey, Viktor knows just how to fix things!OR: The 'Pushing Daisies' AU no one asked for.

Ptichye Moloko -  lilithduvare, Melody_thysoulandthylove

Summary:  Viktor is a two time Academy Award winner actor who, while shooting a movie in Japan accidentally found a small cake shop Agape & Eros and instantly fell in love with the stunning desserts on display. He, however, did not expect to fall in love with the gorgeous but shy man who ran the shop.

Roses Are Pink -  FlishFlash121

Summary: A baker and florist au.Yuuri is a baker, and Viktor is a florist.

The Sweet Taste of Love -  SpazzticRevenge

Summary:  A whisper of a moment is all it takes for Yuuri to ensnare Viktor with his charms. But the moment is swept away with the rise of a new day and Yuuri's memory goes with it. When Viktor comes to find him at his humble bakery, all Yuuri can do is panic. He's just your average nobody, after all. What would a figure skating prince want with him?

These Foreign Lands -  Midknighted

Summary: Viktor Nikiforov, the crown prince, rules his country with stubbornness and obliviousness, often never willing to listen to anyone around him. It drives Yakov, his advisor, and Yuri, his brother crazy.Nobody has ever been able to change his mind before. Until someone does.

These Streets -  Nishinota

Summary: Viktor Nikiforov is a celebrity. His life consists of rigorous dance lessons, world tours, and a strict manager. Viktor has been joking about ditching St. Petersburg for years, but nobody actually thought he'd do it until now.Yuuri Katsuki is a baker. Every morning he wakes up to posters of Viktor plastered on his wall. Before the sun is up, he's handling flour, dough, and sugars to keep his family bakery successful. He often dreams about leaving the quietness of Hasetsu for something more action packed and adventurous, yet he has never taken a step on foreign ground.Viktor wants peace. Yuuri wants experiences. Both of them realize what they want is not always what they get.

The Way to a Man's Heart is Through His Stomach -  futuresoon

Summary:  In desperate need of a new job and a new apartment, recently unemployed baker Yuuri Katsuki moves to a part of the city he doesn’t know much about and gets a position in a family friend’s bakery he’s never been to. But the people there are kind of weird, and the bakery gets some strange orders. At least one of his neighbors is nice. Probably not human, and has weird eating habits, but nice.

We Don't Go Together At All  -  Demiboy_Bread_Loaf

Summary: "Good morning, Yuuri!" Viktor smiled."Viktor, you've already called in the orders and reminders for today." Yuuri sighed. "How many times have we gone through this?"(Or, Viktor is hopelessly in love. Yuuri is, but he doesn't know it.

Who Smells of Lemon Balm -  kingkoblih

Summary:  A Cupid!AU where Emil Nekola is a cupid failing at his job and Michele is the most handsome baker in Italy.

Yuri!!! on Icing -  wecarryoninmindpalaces

Summary:  Katsuki Yuuri, a rising star in the world of cake decorating, starts a tentative collaboration effort with his idol, celebrity cake decorator and judge Victor Nikiforov. Now if his idol's bratty protégé, his Instagram obsessed best friend, and their local shopkeeper could mind their own business until Cake Fair- well, that would be a sign of the apocalypse. Or: the bakery!AU no one asked for.

I need your. . . Pink Cupcakes -  emojicon

Summary:  Yuri Plisetsky is a scholarship university student trying to stay sane while balancing work, life, and money. Victor is a creepy baker who might just make a good friend. Sala wants to take everyone to the farmers' market. And, Mila just wants to be able to eat meat.

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ANTON LANTSOV

TWENTY-FIVE ❈ HUMAN CROWN PRINCE OF RAVKA

He was the culmination of what every second son should be: diligent, charming, a boy who sang his brother’s praises and expected none in return. As is customary for all royal children born after the heir, the world did not stop turning to witness his arrival into it; the True Sea didn’t part, the sun still rose and set, and the trackers departed on their morning hunts as though nothing were amiss at all. His would be a greatness not granted, presented on a silver platter and molded into a crown of gold, but earned—in the war room, on the battlefield, beside men and women whose tomorrows were far less numerous than the horses in his stables. He would be a tactician, a general, a man people would follow into battle as readily as they followed their saints—but not a king, never a king. Anton Lantsov was born as little more than a formality, destined for the sort of glory humble enough for those whose veins didn’t pulse with the blood of royalty to aspire to and achieve, and he knew it. Second from the crown though he might’ve been, Lantsov men didn’t die—not even once they’d passed on, and certainly not before they’d had ample time to build a legacy of ivory and gold—and as such, the throne was as out of his reach as the stars his mother loved so dearly. But he was a Lantsov, despite the brutal whispers of those who believed otherwise, and such a name left no room for complacency. He would have more than his people’s loyalty, more than the fealty they owed their superiors; he would have their hearts, too.

And win their hearts he did, with a smile that could bring empires to their knees and wit sharp enough to cut diamonds. Graced with the poise of a diplomat and trained in the art of war, he was a sight to behold among his troops, as amicable a friend as he was a powerful general, and they loved him for it. He had something to prove, the boy-general—the child they’d taken to calling bastard, and battle by battle, victory by victory, he became a man they could no longer deny, a man they couldn’t help but offer their souls as sacrifice to. He silenced all who doubted him with a refined sort of arrogance, and soon, the only sort of bastard he was in the eyes of his soldiers was a cocky one. “Haughtiness is hardly the mark of a great leader,” his elder brother had once warned him, face grim from bearing the weight of the crown atop his head. In true fashion, the younger prince had remarked, “Neither is dishonesty.” His confidence was extravagant, as all things having to do with the Grand Palace were, but far from unfounded. He’d earned the title of the Fox not long after he’d risen to the rank of general, not for his fondness of hunting the sly creatures, but for his own deadly cleverness. He laid waste to cities with his mind—brought armies to their knees with a mere twist of his lips. At times, when he sat tall astride his horse with the Ravkan flag at his back, it was hard to believe he was the same boy they’d scoffed at years ago. At times, he looked like his own sort of king.

And in time, he would become one—no longer sovereign of an army, but of a nation. Ivan Lantsov had always wanted to make history, to set himself apart from the other men who had borne his name in some glorious way, and few doubted his potential to do just that—to win the wars his predecessors never could, to make Ravka worth its weight in gold, to usher in with his reign the end of the old era and the beginning of a new. But no one could have foreseen the way he earned his place in the history books, the way he sealed his fate and his brother’s, too. It was a Shadow Fold crossing gone wrong that killed him—a momentary lapse of judgment that robbed a kingdom of its heir and a family of its beloved son and brother; it was an act of the dark that thrust Anton Lantsov irretrievably into the light. Just as Ivan had become the first Lantsov heir in centuries to die before taking the throne, his younger brother became the first spare in centuries to ready himself to inherit it when tragedy inevitably struck again. In one fell swoop, the crown had shifted from the head of a trained bloodhound to a man they’d once called sobachka—puppy, and with it, the critical gaze of a mourning kingdom. His life was torn from his grasp not in the way his brother’s had been, in the sharp talons of a volcra—completely, irrevocably lost, but dangled just out of his reach, offered as a sacrifice at the altar of those he was to rule and serve. He had spent the better half of his life trying to convince them he was worthy of the Lantsov name, only to be forced to bear it like a curse.

Here he stands, a boy who’d only ever wanted to be something more than his older brother’s shadow becoming something his brother was never given the chance to be: a king, an empire-maker—a god, if only he dares. But the head that wears the crown must always sleep with one eye open, and he’ll inherit all of his father’s wars and none of the certainty with which he reigned. He’s always been a bit too clever for his own good—more fox than man, some say—but blood and traditions marred by it bow to no mortal, and even mere princes must pay the price of power. In a time where death waits around every corner, one thing is certain: he will see the end of this war, or this war will see the end of him. The stage has been set; the guillotine blade has been sharpened. Ravka, this is your second son, your general, your king—long may he reign.

CONNECTIONS

ANASTASIA & VIKTOR LANTSOV:  He looks at them with an understanding borne of tragedy. Their brother had always been beloved from a distance—ever-close, but just out of reach, as the sun is to the stars—and he’d never truly been able to grasp why until now. The crown rules all, and they’ll never again be on equal footing; he’ll never again be able to look at them and know that he’ll never be forced to pick his country over his blood. Ivan’s loss has hit Annie hard, and though he wishes more than Ravka’s weight in gold that he could be the rock she needs, he knows that his duty as the next king is far greater. Viktor has never loved him like the brother he’s always been, and Anton’s recent ascension has done little to dispel his younger brother’s bitterness, but he learned long ago how to pick his battles, and he knows when a battle’s been lost. Things were far simpler when they were children; to grow older is to grow apart.

DARYA VORONOV: It wasn’t supposed to end like this, a crown that should’ve never been his and a heart that should’ve never been broken. She was the future—his future, every sunrise he’d ever long to wake up to and every battle he strove to win, but above all, she was more than her station, more than what her parents had led her to believe. She was every clever remark he ever made, matched. She was his equal, his best friend, his worthiest opponent, but she could never be his queen, and this would always be their tragedy. He loved her once, and perhaps a part of him always will, but he’s learned to let her go—for both of their sakes.

GEMMA PAVLOVA: The people say her name like a prayer—look at her like the first ray of hope they’ve glimpsed in a long time, and he can’t help but do the same, a soon-to-be king desperately trying to become the light that leads his kingdom out of the dark. But she’s learning too, it seems—how to mourn, how to summon, how to become the solution they’re all expecting her to be. Perhaps they have that in common, learning to cope with the newfound weight of expectation; he’s yet to decide if knowing they share the same burdens is a comfort or a tragedy, but above all, he knows this: the kingdom needs her ability, and the two of them need as many allies as they can get.

ANTON IS PORTRAYED BY SHAE PULVER & IS TAKEN BY KAITLIN.