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sunbeamah · 5 months ago

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Thank you so much for this JJK fics recs. As a new JJK fan (yes, just started the anime and manga last year), I was confused of what fic to read, but when I found your post, I was so happy. One of my fav is that time-travel fic of Yuji and Choso with teens Gojo/Geto pairing.

https://www.tumblr.com/dnana-2809-blog/746189842162089984/any-recs-for-some-jjk-fics-something-preferably?source=share

Can I ask your fav JJK ships and JJK Brotp?

And maybe your top 5 (or top 7) fav ships (canon or non canon) from all media (manga/anime, tv series, books, cartoon, etc)? Do you have a certain criteria for a couple to be your otps?

Sorry if my ask is kinda long @sunbeamah .....

No problem!!! I'm so sorry for how long it took me to respond to this ask-- I thought about it a lot, made a list, and then got distracted looking into my old favourite medias TT -- this ask made me go back and relive my Fairy Tail days haha, so thank you very much!!!

And also, please don't apologise!!! I appreciate this ask so much-- and again I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply!!!!!

I'm also so glad you liked the list hehe, I loved that fic too!!!

JJK Ships:

Fushiita

Nobamaki

Chosoyuki

Satosugu

Inuita

JJK BrOTP: Nobara and Yuuji!

Non-JJK top 5:

Liutana (Mortal Kombat)

Zolu (One Piece)

Sasunaru (Naruto)

Kagehina (Haikyuu!!!)

Togachako/Ochatoga (My Hero Academia)

Viktuuri (Yuuri!!! On Ice)

Obamitsu (Demon Slayer)

Below the cut is explanations, with JJK manga panels, SO PLEASE BEWARE OF MANGA SPOILERS BELOW!!! (Specifically, the front page of chapter 205 of jjk manga, and a page from chapter 200 as well I'll lyk where it is below the cut!)

Ah and minor Haikyuu manga spoilers! Just down where it says Kagehina

Jjk chapter 205 is under the chosoyuki (number 3) point; chapter 200 is the second image under fushiita, both appear in the first list below.

JJK Ships!!

Fushiita

This probably isn't surprising at all, but I love Fushiita!!! Something about stoic guys melting and being affectionate with bright, kind, mischievous boyfriends just tickles me yk

2. Nobamaki

A strong upperclassman who watches her cheeky, abrasive underclassman with fondness and interest-- there's more to their relationship that I like of course, their connection as 'the girls' that draws them closer, Nobara's instant respect and softness in regards to Maki, and how protective she becomes of her at the exchange event. I like to think Maki is protective towards her in a different but no less meaningful way. Protectiveness is one of my favourite tropes-- ik it's cheesy but it is!!!

3. Chosoyuki

Now, these two man... These two... I just love how she's so confident and outspoken, and how she saw Choso and went 'yeah. That one.' -- I loved their little date, even if he cried ((LOVE a good pathetic man)), and how she made him think differently about himself and his situation.

4. Satosugu

The soulmatery of these 2... The homosexuality of these 2..... They're unmated. A real Sasunaru descendant.

5. InuIta

I wasn't that into them, to be honest, but my friends and I quote that 'Inumaki-senpai! Shake!' scene in s2 all of the time. Eventually, I started to think of them as kind of cute, and then I tried writing them and found Inumaki is a really fun character to write! I love his mischievousness and dedication to protecting his friends (relegated to a life of speaking solely in onigiri ingredients... nah that's probably one of the perks for him).

JJK BrOTP

It's GOTTA be Nobara and Yuuji. The friendship between these two is awesome, I love how she started out thinking of him as an idiot, and then got to know him and realised that yeah he's an idiot, but he's also a little bit fun to have around sometimes. Nah jk, I love how they're 2 peas in a pod, both crazy, both from the countryside, both just as silly as each other. I really love watching them hang out in the few eps we get of that, and the juju strolls they're both in-- they're just awesome!

Top 5 In Any Media (Excluding JJK)

I had to consult my ao3 bookmarks AND pinterest for this. There are a bunch there of ships I don't read anymore but keep 'for the memories' and some ships I am ashamed of! So I didn't include those hehe.

I'll only put 1 per fandom to keep things fair! Cause there is 1 particular fandom where... My ships will fill up all 7 of the spots...

Also, no particular order! Some of these go up and down based on the day, scenario, fic, art, and heaps more factors!

Liutana My first ship! (Excluding my total drama island childhood... gwen x trent u will always be famous. I don't condone s2) I loved them so much, when MK1 came out and I heard about the kiss??? I damn near cried.

Zolu 1 thing about Zolu is that from the first ep I've shipped them 100%. Every episode that they're in is a fun episode to watch, their dynamic is so SDJHVFSBJNE and I really enjoy it! But also... Any time someone appreciates Luffy I kinda... Side-eye a little...... I'm a bit disloyal in that sense...........

Sasunaru Gaanaru is constantly fighting for this spot tho... I am disloyal. I like nejinaru, shikanaru, hinanaru, sainaru, I even wrote an allnaru fic back in the day. It never saw the light of day but man... Also Shikatema is peak love those 2.

Kagehina Height difference, moody x cheerful, sunrise x shadow mountain-- names with symbolism but also it's the sunrise that puts the shadow on the mountain and I say all that^^ but the second Atsumu appeared on screen...... IM A DISLOYAL PERSON!!! And the reunion?? "Tobio-chan!! Don't talk to my spiker like that :)" WHEN I TELL YOU I ALMOST CHOKED ON MY SCREAM...

Togachako/Ochatoga Just getting back into bnha and man.. these 2 GRABBED ME... Allmomo is FANTASTIC too btw-- and I do mean all girls x Momo but I suppose Kaminari can stay, as Jirou's boyfriend.. and Kurotoko (is that still their ship name?!), Fumirumi, Bakukiri let me stop myself before I erupt,

Obamitsu THEM <33 I'm a bigger, 'stronger' (I'm not as strong as her she's something else) girl too so Mitsuri and this ship is just everything to me... Also love Gentan and Muitan!

Viktuuri The comfort ship I always come back to.

Honourable mentions!

Sophie x Agatha, The School for Good and Evil (BABY'S THIRD EVER SHIP!!!)

Kiyoyachi, Haikyuu (I WANTED U ON THE LIST BABY I REALLY DID)

Sidlink, Legend of Zelda (don't look at me like that... I know...)

Kyokao, Ouran High School Host Club (Yes I watched this. I was 10 and it changed my life)

Rennora, RWBY

Gajevy, Alljuvia, Stingue and Fraxus, Fairy Tail

Cleuce, Allclawdeen, Monster High (by all I mean all the girls -- same for Juvia up there!)

Dickkory, DC

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iggyw · 7 years ago

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@yurionice_PR | @soukatsu_

#yuri on ice #this is official art #so i have some concerns #first of all why yuuri is always dressed in the worst outfits #secondly wtf are victor and yurio doing #did victor do this first and then yurio was like #'oh YEAH? well i'm going to be sexy on top of the piano too!'#'i can be WAY SEXIER than that old man!'#and then he hauled himself up there #cello and all #i do appreciate that yuuri's wearing his ring #though i'm confused about why yurio appears to be wearing TWO rings #gold and silver #the only thing i'll say about the (lack of) sleeves #is that someone's been lifting #also #ankles

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victoronyurionice · 3 years ago

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Nathan Chen’s Iconic Costumes As Yuri On Ice Characters

Let’s do thissss. DISCLAIMER: I absolutely adore Nathan, I think he’s an AMAZING skater, this is all just a bit of fun, because while I do find most of his costumes aesthetically offensive to my eyes, Nathan Chen would not be Nathan Chen without his um...niche outfits. Again, this is my opinion, I’m very happy for you if you love his costumes and think they’re stunning.

1. Starting off with maybe the least offensive one? In the sense that most figure skaters happen to wear costumes like these:

Skate America 2017

This gives me very much Phichit vibes:

Excuse the cursed image of Phichit here, but I can definitely see the similarities and appreciate the vibe both Nathan and Phichit were going for. A solid 7.5/10

2. Pyeongchang 2018:

A personal favourite of mine actually!! I’m loving the mesh panels, I think it looks quite elegant and classy, possibly my favourite Nathan Chen outfit ever.

I’m getting Eros Yuuri from this:

Nathan’s costume is lacking the pretty embellishments, but both Yuuri and Nathan are giving me innocent Eros, soft and playful while maintaining a level of class. I think yes, and my rating is an 8.5/10

3. Grand Prix Final 2019

Vera Wang...babes...what have you done??

It’s confusing, it’s loud, it’s just not for me. My eyes hurt, my head hurts and my heart hurts looking at this.

Now this one’s confusing because the yellow resembles Leo’s costume, but I’m gonna give this one to Michele Crispino:

Mickey is obnoxious, slightly odd and Italian, and this yellow monstrosity is as well (the GPF in 2019 was in Turin). You don’t quite know what to make of both, so you try your best to ignore its existence. Rating: 2/10 because at least it’s not busy

4. Skate America 2019:

Bestie I- I really can’t defend this.

This is Yurio only because it lowkey looks like a jungle and Yurio loves big cats. Both are also kinda rude, but have a lot going on so you’re willing to forgive them. Rating is a 3/10 because it’s colourful, but also has me thinking i’m on a psychedelic trip with the 360p quality.

5. Beijing Winter Olympics 2022 (Short Programme):

La Boheme is kinda basic, but again it could be worse. It’s just a little bland, but I can appreciate the vibe he was going for

This is Victor during his depressive era i.e. Before Yuuri:

Victor’s sad, longing, wants more but doesn’t know how to achieve it, or what ‘more’ can even mean. Like Nathan’s costume. It’s a bit sad, stoic, appears quite 2 Dimensional, but nevertheless remains classy and formal. Rating: 7/10

6. Beijing Winter Olympics 2022 (Free Programme):

Yeah, no this one is just rude. Bestie knew he was gonna win an Olympic Gold Medal, and this is what he chose to wear. This one is obviously JJ:

Boastful, cocky, overconfident, but lowkey iconic. I wouldn’t have either any other way. For that reason, 5/10.

This post is getting VERY long now, but I have more ideas lol, if you guys want a part 2 let me know :))

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ao3screenshotss · 3 years ago

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hello everyone!!! you can call me tina and i use any pronouns :DDD

essentially, this blog just contains all of the fanfic screenshots i've taken over the years - i do have some screenshots from fanfiction.net but that’s cause i forgot those screenshots existed when i made this blog at 3am

posts are scheduled for 3 per day

the names and the authors of the fics are in the tags

please submit screenshots of any parts of a fanfic you like!!! i'd love to see all of them they're always wonderful to read <33

also, please keep in mind that this is screenshots that i like! it might not make a lot of sense or be as enjoyable out of context but when i read the fanfic i liked it so i screenshotted it

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(heads up - IF YOU’RE SUBMITTING YOU DON’T NEED TO TAG!!! this is just for the people who wanted to know what i was saying in the tags cause it can get a bit confusing!! if you are reading this because you thought you had to tag i appreciate you 🫶🫶 but you don’t have too!!)

title: - [fic name] - author: - [author name] - ao3 - [the tag it falls under (refer to the last bit of this post)] - [fandom name] - [character 1] - [character 2]

whatever is in the square brackets [ ] just means the tags change depending on what’s in the screeenshot

the hyphen (-) is to seperate each tag

sometimes the tags don't apply so i have to change them

for example

^these tags mean

(fic search): don't know the name or author of the fic

(ao3): it's a screenshot from ao3

(ao3 funny): it's a screenshot that made me laugh

(dr stone): the fandom of the fic screenshot is dr stone

and then the rest are just characters that appear in the screenshot

^these tags mean

(title:): the title of the fic, which is the tag right after it

(author:): the author of the fic, which is also the tag right after it

(ao3): the screenshot is from ao3

(good quotes): it's a good quote (this is purely subjective for me btw)

(yuuri!!! on ice): it's a yuuri!!! on ice fic

and then the rest are just characters that appear in the screenshot

^these tags mean

(title:): the title of the fic, which is right after it

(author:): the author of the fic, which is right after it

(not ao3): this screenshot isn't from ao3

(fanfiction.net): the screenshot is from fanfiction.net

(one piece): it's a one piece fanfic

and then the rest are characters that appear in the screenshot

LASTLY

i currently have 4 different tags for different categories

(ao3 funny): for funny screenshots from ao3

(good quotes): for good quotes (purely subjective)

(angst): for angst

(ao3 tags): for tags

and that's really it. if anyone has any suggestions just message me and there's anything that doesn't really make sense feel free to ask!!

i hope you have a wonderful day <33

#man i explained these tags like maths problems

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larkawolfgirl · 2 years ago

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Sleep, Weakness, and Payback (Yuuram)

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!

Relationship: Wolfram von Bielefeld/Shibuya Yuuri

Summary: When Wolfram wakes up to an empty bed, he seeks out his missing husband. This ends up leading to a discussion about couples and weakness.

Inspired by artwork by Chicacherry_mocha and colored by Zireael707. View the artwork on a03

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Wolfram isn’t sure what wakes him. He could be sappy and account it to the fact that he’s definitely alone in their bed, but he doesn’t want to consider himself that desperate. Anyway, it doesn’t matter what woke him up; what matters is why he is still alone in their bed. He had gone to bed later than usual, and a glance outside the window gives the impression that it is quite late at night now. What could possibly be keeping his husband so late?

It isn’t like he has that much paperwork. If he did, Gwen would surely have helped out. Hell, he’d help out if needed. But no one–besides Yuuri that is–seems to want to tell him anything important. They do, of course. They have to now that he’s prince consort, but still. They don’t seem to enjoy doing it. Therefore, it wouldn’t surprise him if both his husband and brother holed themselves up in Yuuri’s office without telling him.

Grabbing his robe and tying it around himself, he padded out into the dark hallway. The guards give him a confused look, but neither say anything. Good. Wolfram can do as he pleases.

There is not another soul anywhere. The only other active guards are stationed around the castle entrance and perimeter. Wolfram both appreciates and hates it. Guards are within calling distance if help is needed, but not stockpiled throughout the castle to intrude. However, to be heard you have to be near an open window, and even then, it will probably take some time for a guard to reach you. Not that Wolfram fears for his own safety. His husband is a wimp, though. It’s reassuring that they have guards posted outside their chambers, but it does not sit well with him that Yuuri has been spending more after-hours time unguarded in his office.

The more he thinks about it and how unsafe it is for a wimpy king like Yuuri to be alone and defenseless (Morgif all the way in the castle dungeons), the angrier his footsteps become. He sets a swift pace, taking a shortcut to reach the Maoh’s office as quickly as possible. He will have to have a talk with him. As his husband and personal guard, he should at least be nearby.

He opens his mouth, ready to tell his husband this, even before he has fully opened the door, but one look at the double-black causes him to clamp his mouth shut. He’s breathtaking and infuriating. Soft, relaxed face planted in a large stack of papers. A bit of ink is visible on his chin from smearing it against a wet signature. It’s an infuriatingly endearing sight. Wolfram hates how it makes his chest fill and how he wants to pet over his dark displaced hair like he would a child. How dare he make him worry? And look so peaceful doing it?

He wants to shake him awake and yell at him. He is angry that he allowed himself to fall asleep here rather than heading to bed at a decent hour. He hates that he chose work over him. But he doesn’t yell. Yuuri is Maoh. Yuuri doesn’t belong just to him, as much as he hates that fact. He can’t yell at Yuuri for taking his responsibilities seriously, especially after he spent so many years yelling at him to do just that. Wolfram might be petty but he isn’t a hypocrite. Usually.

Since he can’t yell, he is tempted to leave him there. Let him suffer the morning aches from spending a night bent over at a bad angle against a hard surface. But this would entail Wolfram heading back to their chambers alone and going back to sleep alone. The revenge does not outweigh the sacrifice. Besides, he can’t leave him here unprotected. He could order the guards to move here, but that would be stupid and still leave Wolfram sleeping alone.

So, he does the only other thing that makes sense. He lifts his sleeping husband up into his arms and begins carrying him back to their chambers. He looks so defenseless cradled against him, so much like a princess being saved from the Hell’s Paradise work Goala. He feels pretty light, too. Lighter than Wolfram remembers him being the last time he carried him like this. Has he been eating enough? Wolfram will have to pay closer attention from now on. Perhaps, he can help the maids prepare him a special lunch tomorrow and personally deliver it so that he can make sure he actually takes a break to eat it.

Although, when he thinks about it, that sounds like a reward when he is supposed to be planning out revenge of some sort for this selfish move of his. But maybe that can be the revenge. He doesn’t have drills this week, so he can just follow him around all week like a shadow. Yes, that sounds perfect. Yuuri will hate it.

Greta might not, but she can just tag along. Yuuri will hate that even more. Especially when the girl tries to coerce her way into sitting on his lap while he’s doing his paperwork.

It will be priceless. Maybe he’ll paint the image so that he can relive Yuuri’s heartfelt abuse forever. He can use the smelly paints too.

He doesn’t realize he’s smirking devilishly until Yuuri’s voice spooks him out of his thoughts. “What’s so… funny ?” He says the word funny funny because he must be uneasy from his expression.

Wolfram carefully crafts his expression back to blankness. “Nothing really,” he says nonchalantly. “Just thinking about how rude you were this evening.”

“Rude?” Yuuri jostles. It is only thanks to how close Wolfram is holding him that he does not tumble to the ground. “What are you talking about? All I did was my paperwork.”

“Exactly.” There is a bite to his tone now.

“Huh? I do my paperwork every day. What’s the big idea?” He moves his head about, apparently just realizing that he’s being carried. How he didn’t realize immediately, Wolfram has no idea. “Why are you carrying me? I can walk myself.”

He starts kicking his legs and actively attempting to break Wolfram’s hold. Wolfram is not about to give in, though. He’s a trained soldier, damnit. He can take whatever resistance Yuuri throws at him. Anyway, Yuuri’s really cute struggling. It’s too dark to tell, but Wolfram is sure he’s blushing as well. He was blushing the last time, at least.

“Remember the last time I carried you like this?” he asks, not even caring that he sounds sentimental.

Yuuri stops struggling. “The only other time, you mean.”

Wolfram chuckles softly. Yuuri would stick to the technicalities to support his fragile ego. “Yes. You had sprained you ankle horribly.”

Yuuri is definitely blushing now. He hides his face in the crook of Wolfram’s neck. It’s so cute that he is giving the blush Wolfram can’t see away by attempting to hide it. If only Yuuri knew how much his little actions mean to him.

“It was so lame,” he whines against his skin.

“Yeah.”

Yuuri groans.

“You just had to slide across the ground to catch that random kid that fell off their horse.”

“I skid all the time in baseball!” he protests.

“That’s not that same, and you know it. Your silly baseball field is prepared and you aren’t catching someone when you do it.”

“Hey! Baseball is not silly.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Wolfram grumbles. Honestly, he’ll never understand what Yuuri enjoys about the game so much, but he has come to appreciate certain things about it. Such as watching him skid across bases. That still doesn’t make what he did any less stupid, though.

“But then,” Yuuri says, “you just had to carry me from place to place.”

“Of course! You couldn’t walk, and I was your fiance. Who else was going to do it? Gunter ?” His voice comes out testy.

“Con–” Yuuri stops, smartly reconsidering his words. “Still,” he whines again, “it was so embarrassing!”

“Why?”

Wolfram comes up to the hall leaning into chambers. The guards raise an eyebrow but again say nothing. They are aware that a single word will surely send Yuuri into a panic. No matter that they have been married for well over a year. Anyone seeing this display means mortification.

As expected, Yuuri does not answer his question until they are within their bedroom and his feet are firmly planted onto the floor. “It’s embarrassing to be carried around like a baby.”

“You couldn’t walk. What else were you supposed to do?” Wolfram lights a candle on the bedside table, then sits down on the edge of the bed.

“I, I don’t know.”

Wolfram sighs. He’s talked enough with Conrad, Murata, and Yuuri’s mother to understand Yuuri’s brain a bit better now than when they first met. “You think it makes you seem girlish, don’t you?” There is nothing wrong with femininity, but to Yuuri, this equals “girl.”

Yuuri lowers his head. “Yes.” He sounds ashamed. Like he knows he’s just being stupid.

“I don’t know about Earth, but no one here looks down upon someone for receiving aid when they need it, especially when that person is their king. If they so much as looked at you as if you were weak and helpless, or a girl, I would slay them on the spot.”

Yuuri cracks a smile at that. “Please don’t.”

Wolfram smiles back. “I’m sure Conrad will help me cover up the murder charges.”

Yuuri shudders. “It’s scary that he probably would.”

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Yuuri. Especially when it’s your husband carrying you. Don’t couples carry each other on Earth? It is a form of bonding.”

Yuuri finally joins him on the bed. “Actually, they do. But it’s typically only on their wedding night, and it’s always the man carrying the woman.”

Wolfram nods. Attempting to think like Yuuri, he takes away the main point of this. Typically, only women are carried by men. That means that he looks like a woman if he’s carried. It is pointless to repeat himself, though. So he switches tactics. “Do you not enjoy it?”

He jolts a little. “Huh?”

“I enjoy carrying you. I like having you so close and knowing you’re safe.”

“I…” Yuuri looks away, obviously embarrassed. “I mean, I don’t hate it.”

Wolfram smiles and wraps his arm around him. “So what’s the problem?”

“Even if I don’t look like a girl, don’t I look weak? Like I have to be the girl of the relationship, you know?”

Sadly, Wolfram does know. Only thanks to Yuuri’s obsession with such matters. “You don’t,” he assures him. No one worries about such things here. He misses the days when he didn’t have to either. Not that he would give up his relationship with Yuuri by any means. “Would you rather carry me instead?” He is half-teasing, but Yuuri whips back to face him.

“That’s a great idea! Then no one can call me weak.”

Wolfram shakes his head fondly. If it makes Yuuri feel better, he can carry him around all day. Well, not all day. He needs to go to his drills, and he still wants to ride his horse and paint and other things. But he can carry him a lot.

“Do you want to carry me now?” He asks for two reasons. First, he wants to know how it feels to be held in his arms that way. The only person he can remember ever carrying him was Conrad and Gwen, and he was so little he hardly remembers it. If he enjoys holding Yuuri that close to himself, he’s sure he’ll enjoy being held that closely. Second, he wants to make sure Yuuri doesn’t make a fool of himself in public. Not that he doubts Yuuri can lift him, he just worries.

“Oh.” Yuuri looks taken aback. “Sure.” He stands up and holds his arms out as if he expects Wolfram to climb into them.

“Why are you acting stupid? You’ve carried Greta before.”

“Oh.” Yuuri rubs the back of his neck. “Right. I guess I just…”

He trails off as he moves his arms into place around Wolfram’s body and attempts to lift. He does lift, but not far. It’s obvious, he won’t hold it for long. Wolfram savors the feeling of being supported while he can. He’s glad he remained hovering over the bed because he is suddenly dumped back down without warning.

“Phew!” Yuuri exclaims. “You’re heavier than you look!”

Wolfram glares. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Uh.” Realizing his mistake, Yuuri lifts his hands defensively. “No, I didn’t mean that you’re fat or anything. I just meant you are heavy. With muscle. Muscle mass, you know.”

“Hmph.”

“So, I guess I can’t carry you around. I am weak,” he says dejectedly.

Wolfram sighs and takes his hand. “You can practice.”

“Thanks. But I guess I really am the girl in this relationship.”

Okay, Wolfram has had it. He can think like Yuuri and support Yuuri, but he can only take so much before snapping. Yuuri is so damn stupid sometimes. “Like hell you are!” He tugs on Yuuri’s uniform top, pulling him into a crushing kiss. “I don’t kiss girls.”

Yuuri stares at him for a long moment. His eyes are dazed, and he almost goes back in for another kiss before blinking himself out of it. When he does, he laughs beautifully. Joyful and amused. “I guess not.”

Wolfram bumps his nose with his. “We’re both men and that’s fine, wimp.”

“Yeah,” he says quietly.

Wolfram takes his hand, and Yuuri immediately squeezes it back. “You can carry me if you want to, and I can carry you if I want to. Just like I can kiss you if I want to, and you can kiss me if you want to. It’s what couples do. All couples. ”

“Hmm.” Yuuri rubs his nose in a circle around Wolfram’s. “What about what else couples do?”

Wolfram breathes out a laugh through his nose. “I definitely don’t do that with girls.”

“You better not.”

Then Yuuri does move back in for another kiss.

#my writing #yuuram #yuuri x wolfram #yuuri shibuya #wolfram von bielefeld #kkm #kyou kara maoh #maruma #fanfic #fanfiction

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quagmiremarch · 4 years ago

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The Lies We Tell to Find Our Truth, Part 2/3

[This is for Day 2 of YOI Regency Week ( @yoiregencyweek) -Forbidden Love. And yes, I know it’s Day 4. Life happened. Cross-posted to AO3. ]

Mr. Victor Nikiforov tapped his tight pensively as his carriage wove the long path to Yu-Topia Katsuki, the inn apparently run by the parents of one Mari Katsuki. And also, Victor had discovered in his inquiries about the young lady, of a son, Yuuri Katsuki, a fact that had Victor most confounded, and if he were so bold as to admit such, hopeful.

It had long been at issue that Victor’s station came with a series of obligations, most notably those to marry and produce heirs. Truly, such expectations should not have bore so heavily upon his shoulders as they did, for they were reasonable accommodations to meet.

Were it not for Victor’s disinclination towards those of the feminine sort. He bore no ill-will for women, of course. Many were perfectly delightful company. He simply found himself lacking in any romantic notions in their direction. A truth that would prove most scandalous in society were it to be known, but one he bore no ability to change.

Mari Katsuki. He’d seen the woman looking perplexed at the table and simply sought to aid her in navigating the unfamiliar societal currents. He had known, of course, of her essentially common status, the honorary title granted her family hardly sufficient for her attendance at the ball. The gossip of her invitation had therefore spread like a blaze through the event, marking her something of a curiosity, and lamentably, a target, for the less gentlemanly of nobles.

Finding her to be charmingly shy one moment and delightfully passionate the next as they moved from polite courtesies into topics of conversation familiar and fond, Victor thought, perhaps he had finally stumbled upon a match. Perhaps the exchange of a rise in station paired with a genuine enjoyment in her company might make a marriage, even if it remained chaste one, between them, something other than a chore for both parties.

That as the night lingered Victor found himself appreciating the depth of her eyes, the shape of her smile, proves a much unexpected and confusing surprise. But, not unwelcome. While heirs might be managed without a true sharing of the marriage bed, or so he’d heard whispered among the few other nobles that shared his inclinations, life would be made much enriched should such lengths prove unnecessary.

Victor felt it most prudent to act upon such good fortune and ask to call upon the young Miss Katsuki, but even as he’d attempted to gain permission to do so, the young Lord Chulanont had intruded. That he did so while addressing a ‘Yuuri’ had not, in fact, slipped Victor’s notice.

What circumstance, however, that might have led to the young Master Katsuki attending the ball, Victor could not imagine. But, he found he dearly hoped that just that had happened for it would explain much about that evening.

Regardless, in less than an hour’s time, he found himself on the steps of Katsuki Yu-Topia. The first person to greet Victor is a tiny older woman with a round face and familiar smile. It is most obvious that Mari, or perhaps it is Yuuri, inherited much in their appearance from their mother.

Victor offered a polite bow. “Good morning. My name is Victor Nikiforov. I know this to be perhaps improper given the lack of notice, but I had hoped I might call upon your daughter?”

Already large brown eyes went wide, but the woman merely nodded as she wiped her hands on a towel. “Mari is tending to the guests. Can I make you some tea to tide you over until she might be free?”

“That would be lovely, thank you.”

The woman nodded, gesturing for Victor to exchange his shoes for comfortable slippers before proceeding further inside. Victor followed quietly as she led him to a quiet room with a low table and cushions on the floor. It was a foreign style, but one Victor had seen before in his travels. He took the indicated cushion with another polite bow.

“The tea will be ready in just a moment. I apologize for the wait.” “Please,” Victor said, waving off the words, “it is I that should offer apologies for arriving without notice.”

The woman smiled kindly with a nod and bustled away, leaving Victor to enjoy the quiet of the room and the delicious smells that found their way to him from parts further in the inn. Perhaps he should take lunch while here as well. Should his marriage prospects not pan out as he hoped at least the trip would not be completely wasted.

Much sooner than he anticipated, Victor heard the scuffling of slippered feet, a sound that pulled him from his daydreams of new foods, and looking up, to fall into the depths of dearly missed vibrant brown eyes. Eyes that most definitely did not belong to a Miss Mari Katsuki, but to a lovely bespectacled young man. A most flustered and red-faced young man at that.

“Ah.” Victor said, smile bright. “Yuuri. You will come and join me, won’t you?”

Mister Katsuki went most still, hands trembling and setting the tea tray he carried to clattering softly. “I..Mister Nikiforov, I--” “Duke Nikiforov, most technically,” Victor said as he stood and took the tray from Yuuri’s hands. If he perchance happened to brush his fingers against the other man’s as he offered his aid, well, that was, of course, mere happenstance. “But, I think we have perhaps moved past such formalities, have we not, Yuuri?” He spoke the name with emphasis, tone soft and tinged with a hint of longing for the boy had been lovely in a dress and curls, but radiant here with his silken soft hair ruffled and the coat and pants of his uniform leaving little of his strong thighs and trim figure to the imagination.

Yuuri seemed to collapse inwards, head bowed and the beautiful face hidden. “I am most sorry. I never meant to cause offense or to--” Victor caught his chin in one hand, lifting the down-turned face up so that he might meet those beautiful brown eyes. “I am not angry. Simply tell me truly, it seemed some attraction had been shared between us. Was that also a ruse?”

A vibrant blush overtook Yuuri’s face, starting in the cheeks and flowing both upwards to his ears and down, past the long line of his throat. Victor found his gaze most entranced, his mind wandering quite improperly to how far the flush might extend, and in what other circumstances he might see it form.

“Ah...” Yuuri looked away in so much as Victor’s hold on his chin allowed. “I mean, such a thing would be most scandalous, of course, and I would never wish to besmirch such a noble name as--” Victor pressed firmed on the warm, soft skin under his palm, bringing the other man indecently close, close enough that their noses nearly touched and their breaths mingled as one. “I care not for what the gossip-mongers might say, tell me, yes or no, my Yuuri. Was it real?”

A gasping hitch of breath and a long swallow filled the silence before Yuuri managed a gentle, barely whispered, “Yes, it was real. But it’s forbidden.” More words might have followed, but Victor stole them away, pressing his lips gently to Yuuri’s own. At first, just a gentle touch, it soon grew more fervent, both men caught in the warmth and passion of the moment.

A moment most rudely broken by a rough cough from the doorway. There stood a solidly built woman with short cut hair clad not in a proper dress, but the same garb adorning Yuuri himself. “Am I to assume then, Mister Nikiforov,” the woman drawled, voice amused and dry, “that it is my brother and not myself you have come to call upon then?”

Victor felt warmth rush to his cheeks, but managed to keep his expression unaffected as he turned Yuuri in his arms, his back to Victor’s front, so they might both address the woman. “Miss Mari Katsuki, I presume? A pleasure to meet you. Tell me, how do you feel about getting married?”

Mari and Yuuri bore identical expressions of surprise at those words, and it tickled Victor to see. With a small laugh he held Yuuri ever the more tightly, and met Mari’s eyes. “I believe, Miss Katsuki, that you and I might be able to help one another, if you will listen?”

A raised eyebrow was his only response, but she did not leave, nor did she chastise them for the affection on display, which Victor took as a most hopeful sign. And so, with a deep breath, he began to lay out his plan, one he hoped would end with the beautiful man he held, forever allowed to say within his arms.

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gloster · 5 years ago

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FAVORITE FANFICS OF 2019

HAPPY NEW YEAR’S EVE & HAPPY 2020 TO YOU ALL.

So this was a fun post I did last year, inspired by the dozens of Favorite Books of 2018 by the booktubers I followed and I thought to myself: why not do a little something something for the fanfics that stood out to me, stuck me with throughout the year.

Last year I read insanely amazing reads, and if you’re interested to see what were my favorite fanfics of 2018, here’s the link: past favs

For this year, I read sooooooo many incredible fanfics that it was hard to narrow it down to just 10. And the funny thing is, a good portion were from the same author, so it was insanely hard picking the top one.

I implore all of you reading and following me to try the tag-and please tag me. Always on the hunt for fanfic recs. I also am curious to hear the favorites from the following people: @kila09, @sebbies, @bookstakeyoutootherworlds, @scarlet47, @fleetofshippyships, @eyelashesandentropy, @tired-luxis, @dreamydrarry, @mothermalfoy, @profoundfelicity & @goldentruth813

Without any further ado, here are my top 10 favorite fanfics for 2019:

1). Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SqaudOfCats/ @norelationtoatticus (drarry)

Summary: Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

If the summary alone doesn’t get you to immediately click on the link and read, I don’t know what to say. But I can say this. SqaudofCats has become my new drarry favorite author period. I read all of her drarry stories, loved them all, and am hoping she does more.

This story, in one word, was a GEM. A FUCKING GEM. It was so so so good.There were so many good elements: Veela Draco, Dad Harry raising Teddy, Draco learning how to cook, a strang but HILARIOUS courtship involving food that I didn’t realize how much I needed until this story. It was also a perfect blend of fluff with so many cute moments and angst, which thankfully didn’t involve the couple but had to do with Harry’s mental health and PTSD post-war.

I read this story back in May and I still think about it. Have to stop myself from reading because I have so many fanfic tabs. But it is so good. It’s so addicting. Highly recommend.

Honorable mentions from this writer:

*Gift for Draco

*Nearly Lost Things, Carefully Tended

2). Cinderfella by @goldentruth813 (sheith)

Summary: Takashi Shirogane is exactly the kind of man Keith likes; built like a brick house with a smile sweet enough to rot teeth and a heart of gold. Of course he’s also YouTube famous and worlds out of Keith’s league. The closest he can get to his pseudo-celebrity crush is when he watches Shiro’s videos from the safety of his bed. Or so he thinks.

This incredible bean of a human being, this incredible writer is the reason I was pulled into the sheith ship long before I finally got into the show-and then had me drag @kila09 into the incredible maddness that is Shiro and Keith and the crew....and the disappointing season 8 that I am still pissed about. But yes @goldentruth813 is the reason why I got pulled into this ship, and this fanfic is the story that sealed my love for sheith and made them my 3rd favorite ship of all time.

This story is a fun, hilarious modern twist of Cinderella that obviously involves two guys, one is who a popular Youtuber and the other who is a hardcore super fan who meet in the most surprising circumstances and come back together in the most hilarious of ways. With our classic glass slipper being a beloved leather jacket.

It’s so stinking cute. It’s so hilarious. And it’s so weird since, while I do appreciate the fairytale, Cinderella isn’t one of my favorites but I’m a sucker for a good retelling of it. And this was so good.

Honorable mention by this writer:

*Safe Haven

3). Burn the Witch by @lettersbyelise (drarry)

Summary: When Harry Potter is sent in to investigate Draco Malfoy’s successful potions company, posing as Draco’s bodyguard, he doesn’t know the case will launch a series of events that will change his life — and Draco’s. A story about choices, scars, Chopin piano pieces, and finding all kinds of love in the most unexpected places.

Let’s be honest here. At this point, are we really surprise to see this story here , featured in a favorites/rec list? Are we honestly surprise? At this point, I feel every drarry-shipping reader has read it. Devoured it. And praised it.

This story pretty much took over the drarry community the way Red, White & Royal Blue took over the book world. There wasn’t a day when I didn’t see Burn the Witch featured in a drarry fanfic recs post, saw posts praising it. Fanart of it, edits for it, and several mood-boards. It was THAT STORY. And I am proud to say it was worth THE HYPE.

Because it’s so well-known, I’m not going into too much detail but I can say it involves Daddy Draco and Scorpius who is precious, Harry in an undercover mission, and has one of the BEST post-war, slow-burn to the point of excruciating drarry relationship I’ve read all year. READ IT.

Honorable mention by this writer:

*Draco Malfoy’s Stupendous Seduction Seminar

*Love Me (Four Times)

4). Evitative by Vichan (drarry)

Summary: In the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry is drawn to a room in Grimmauld Place. Like the Gryffindor he is, he enters the room without fear. The room is a library, and Harry is surprised to find that he’s eager to learn.Then he gets the bad news: he’s been accidentally expelled from Hogwarts, and he needs to be sorted again. Everyone is confident that he’ll go straight back to Gryffindor, but with what he's been learning, Harry’s not so sure.

Out of all the stories I have in my list, this is the only one that is currently a WIP. I know some are hesitant with WIPs but this one is so worth it. Another hidden jewel found by chance. This story has to be one of the best slytherin-Harry ever and that shows the Slytherin House and the Slytherins in a positive light while still remaining true to their cunning ways.

5). Up We Go by Oh_Hey_Tae (BTS: Taehyung x Jimin x Yoongi)

Summary: “If you’re a witch that works with plants, then why are all of yours dead? That can’t be good for business.”

The room dims again, and Jimin lifts a hand to flip off the ceiling. Taehyung knows he’s sad and that’s why the shop darkens and he shouldn’t find it funny—but he can’t help it. Because this is ridiculous. The good kind of ridiculous. The amazing kind.

(Or: Taehyung has a green thumb, Jimin runs a magical store, and Yoongi can kind of see dead people.)

Oh my goodness, where on earth do I even begin with this one? I am loss for words. It’s been months since I read it and I am still lost for words on how incredible it is. This story reads like a fairytale. Who am I kidding? This is a fairytale. A beautiful fairytale that is of loss, grief, friendship, family, love, and magic. And a beautiful fairytale that features a poly relationship

I was broken at the last word of the last chapter. Broken. Broken and put back together again.This story was so heartbreaking and heartwarming and I couldn’t think of anything else the whole damn week after I finished it. It was that good.

Honorable mention by this writer:

* Tell Me Again

6). Silence by the Night by @parkkate (drarry)

Summary: After a spell goes horribly wrong, Harry has to deal with the loss of his eyesight. It’s such terrible timing, too, because how is he supposed to find out what Malfoy has been up to in the Room of Requirement? It’s not like he can ask the git, not only because it’s Malfoy, but also because the Slytherin has suddenly lost his voice. While they’re both trapped in the hospital wing, however, Harry discovers there’s so much he didn’t know about Malfoy, and it’s highly intriguing, but also a bit alarming. Where did all these confusing feelings come from all of a sudden? And what is Harry going to do about them?

See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil. That is the best way to sum up this story. The themes of it certainly tie with the story. This story....there is a certain chapter and @parkkate knows what I mean if she remembers my reviews that shattered me. That made me sit down with a gasp because the angst just cut through me in a way that no other drarry fanfic had do to me. @parkkate I hope you know what I mean.

Funny thing is about this fanfic is that it took my lazy butt forever to read it, like months after it was done. And mind you, I’ve seen so much praise and incredible fanart for this fanfic as well. So yeah, I was cursing myself for not getting to it sooner. And it was so so so so damn good that I literally said to @parkkate THIS IS CANON. This is canon. This happened 6th year after the bathroom scene and no one can tell otherwise.

7). You only Live Once by @dreaming-fireflies (viktuuri/victuuri)

Summary: It's when the man is soaring in mid-air under the full moon that Victor gets a good look at him: he's Japanese, with black hair slicked back in a styled look, and a lithe body covered in tight, tight, leather under a navy blue coat.

And when the man lands on the ground again, Victor sees the final piece that captures his heart absolutely and thoroughly – a pair of brilliant, golden eyes.

Victuuri supernatural AU in which Victor is a Western demon hunter and Yuuri is a Japanese half-youkai exterminator.A cross-cultural romantic comedy/drama, with Japanese mythology, shounen action, and slice of life elements.

Literally the summary itself said everything you needed to know, everything that should AND MUST intrigue you enough into reading, that I don’t know if I really have anything to add. But I’ll try to add some of my own input.

Like the summary said, this is a Supernatural-au YOI story, infused with Japanese mythology. Two different shows that shouldn’t work together but somehow did, creating such a fantastic read. I loved it. From beginning to end. I even knew first chapter it was going to be an ultimate favorite of mine. This fanfic just reminded me of my great love for Vikor and Yuuri-and my need for a fucking season two. As well as reminded of the glorious prime days of Supernatural, which in my opinion were seasons 4 & 5. There was action, there was angst, there was mutual and insane pining from both sides, and so many incredible moments to put into words. Seriously, what more could you want?

@dreaming-fireflies, you seriously did the damn thing with this story.

Honorable mentions by this writer:

*Entwining Fates

*Zanka

8). your sharp and glorious thorn by @arahir (sheith)

Summary: To end the war they inherited, Keith marries the King he lead an army against.

“You know, we met once,” the king continues, voice closer, and Keith almost turns. They met many times on the field—but then the king clarifies with a single word. “Before.”

Before he was a king. Maybe before he was a general. Keith has traced his rise like the growth of a seed he planted in clay and never expected to see again for how poorly he sowed it. None of this would have been possible without Keith—not the war, not a line soldier's battlefield promotion, not the end of it all, tied up so neatly by all Keith’s best mistakes. Not the killing, either. The king is right about that much, at least.

This is an arranged-marriage AU story, a trope I don’t love too much unless it’s really well done, and had very strong Game of Thrones vibes. And please note when I said Game of Thrones, I mean Game of Thrones back in its incredible prime, not the shitty season 8 we all agree was a nightmare never to be thought of again. But yes, this story was so good. Arranged marriage, enemies-to-lovers, slowburn. Please read.

9). Your Constellation Prize by rosegardenlake aka @whoalookingcooljoker (sheith)

Summary: Akira is Hollywood's biggest celebrity. He sings, he acts, he models, he does it all and he does it perfectly. That's what Shiro thinks at least, but what would he know? He's just a tired office worker whose dreams fell through years ago. ...But when he sees Akira, oh god, when he sees him - Shiro's world fills with light again.

When Shiro lands an interview to be an assistant at Akira's company, he has a hard time believing it's reality. Though Akira's rarely around, meeting everyone is like a dream. Especially meeting Keith, Akira's shy sweet dorky cousin (OR IS HE?!)

I didn’t realize how much I would liked-love in fact-or needed a celebrity-AU until I read this story. And that’s about all I will say since I feel anything else will probably make things spoilery. But I will this say: these two can be such idiots, but they’re our lovable idiots and they’re so sweet, so soft. Also that this story definitely well-portrayed the dark side of fame.

10). That Old Black Magic by @bixgirl1 (drarry)

Summary: Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.

Least but certainly not least: an incredible, incredible drarry story done by the impeccable @bixgirl1.

I know I said that I’m not the biggest fan of the arranged marriage trope since I’ve been let down by so stories that started out promising but disappointed in the end. However, there are a few authors who I can always count on to make this trope into a great story. Such as @beatitudinembty, and also @bixgirl1.

This being is pretty much....I wanna say Sarah J Maas, one of my fav authors, in the drarry community. Everyone knows her. Everyone loves her. Everything she writes always turns into gold, and this latest story by hers was no except. Arranged marriage brings Harry and Draco together in the most infuriating, excruciating, incredibly-done slowburn.

Honorable mentions that I seriously wanted to add to the list but this post is already lengthy. All amazing, all greats reads by various writers y’all should check out:

*Moon-Eyed by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (Veela Draco, werewolf Harry, done by another star in the drarry community

*Expectant by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (drarry mpreg with Veela-Draco & werewolf-Harry)

*Where There is Tea by @bafflinghaze (drarry + bookstore+ tea=goodness)

*The Rules of Matchbreaking @nerdherderette ( drarry: match-maker Draco, oblivious Harry, what more could you want?)

* Come For Me by Frayach (drarry; STEAMY STEAMY smut and disabled rep)

*I Want Your Touch (And I Want Your Love) by @awjiminie (yoonmin with bad boy Jimin, good boy yoongi. What more could you want?)

*Seasons of Love by mucha (BTS; Jimin x Tae x Yoongi; incredibly well-done poly relationship)

Lovely people, that concludes my favorites of 2019. So many fantastic fanfics that I could spend hours gushing over them. To the writers who created these incredible stories. I applaud you. I thank you for creating and sharing these wonderful stories. Anyone interested in doing the tag, please do.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, GUYS.

#favorite fanfics of the year #best fanfics of the year #although they were many #drarry #drarry fanfic recs #drarry recs #sheith #sheith fanfic recs #BTS #BTS fanfic recs #harry potter #voltron #bangtan boys #fanfic recs #fanfics #yoonmin #vmin

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yoificfinder · 5 years ago

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Hello!! I really appreciate the work you do for the fandom, I think you've saved several (read: TONS) of lives haha :D May I ask if you have any crack fic or general shenanigan fics to recommend? Thanks in advance and again, I APPRECIATE YOU 💙

Oh wow, saving lives is too much of a compliment, nonnie, I can't possibly accept that. But I get what you mean so thanks for the appreciation! And as always, don't forget to send some love to the actual authors of these fics! ❤

I feel like a lot of the fics I enjoy contain enough shenanigans and humor (unless explicitly requested for angst/something dark), thus have already been recced. So for this list, it's gonna be crack-ish or pure crack (limited it to one fic per author but I suggest you check out their other works because chances are they have other funny fics):

better than sliced bread by @ebenroot [T, 8K]

“What,” he breathes, “is that?”

Victor – his darling coach and fiancé Victor, love of his life and dream come true Victor – smiles at him and squeezes the dakimakura tight to his chest, while Makkachin chooses to make the large cardboard box his new chew toy.

“It’s you!” Victor chirps.

in which we all assumed yuuri is the one to own a dakimakura but maybe that isn't entirely the case

Bottom's Up by cryingoverspilledvodka / @victorsporosya, @lucycamui [T, 4K]

At the Grand Prix banquet, Victor's been asked to sign an autograph for a very enthusiastic fan. Unfortunately, there's a distinct lack of paper around. Fortunately, Yuuri has a suggestion.

Alternatively titled, "Ever Seen An Ass So Fine You Had To Sign It 'Mine'? or "Autograph Me (Wherever You'd Like)"

Call me embarrassed by preciousbunnynoiz / @ineffectualdemon [G, 2K]

Yuri meets his new rink mates properly for the first time and they share a piece of dirt they have on Victor.

he sheds not tears but life by peabrain [T, 1K]

Yuuri finally broaches the subject one night, Makka snoozing over both their thighs.

"Victor, exactly how old is Makkachin?"

"Oh, darling," Victor laughs in that perfectly carefree way that signals desperation to hide something. "Numbers are so boring! Makka's only as old as she is at heart, you see, and her heart is... I don't know. A healthy, youthful six?"

"Right," Yuuri deadpans. "How long has she been six?"

My fun fact is: by stillmadaboutpetra [G, 6K]

Yuuri fails to mention to his new non-skater friends who he is or who his husband is. Or that he even has a husband.

Night is Young and the Music's High by @opalish [T, 3K]

"Best press conference ever," the Japanese Nationals silver medalist says when asked. “Ten out of ten, would medal again.”

"I would die for Katsuki-kun," Minami declares, with terrifying sincerity.

Small Feet Stereotypes, or the Internet Breaks Yuuri by @cuttlemefishwrites [M, 3K]

Yuuri doesn’t even have a thing for feet! But he has a really big thing for Viktor Nikiforov and he’s just a little bit bummed that he will never fit into Viktor’s gold blade skates. Like, before in his fanboy imagination, he didn’t fit because the shoes were a little big, but he could deal with the wiggle room. Now, he probably wouldn’t even be able to get his foot inside, because, sad as it is to admit, Viktor is a shoe size 8 (US). Or, Yuuri thinks he knows Viktor's shoe size and goes through all the stages of grief to accept Viktor's "small feet" because that's love.

so is spaghetti until it's wet by seventhstar / @pencilwalla [T, 1K]

"Is Yuuri straight?"

"Chad?"

"No, this is Christophe Giacometti."

"Oh, Chris, hey. Sorry, I thought you were someone else. What was that about Yuuri?"

"Phichit, is Yuuri straight?"

"...okay, I think you're breaking up. It sounded like you wanted to know if Yuuri was straight."

The Katsudon Diaries by @kiaronna [T, 7K] *WIP

Contrary to popular opinion, Yuuri tried seducing Viktor off the ice, too. The poor man's methods were just… confusing. And kept backfiring, so that he was the one being seduced. Meanwhile, Viktor is blissfully unaware.

OR: The journal of poor Yuuri, who tries to entice an already smitten Viktor by taking everyone else’s (terrible) advice.

vanity plate by @spookyfoot [M, 5K]

Victor turns, frowns at the license plate, and murmurs,“maybe I went too subtle.”

But he rallies and looks at Yuuri, so smug that Yuuri wants to kiss it off his face, “and you said," Victor affects a voice that sounds like Yuuri’s second cousin who’s eaten too many chili peppers, “‘Vitya, you’ve never been subtle in your life.’”

Yuuri crosses his arms in front of his chest, unimpressed, “there’s subtle and then there’s incomprehensibly cryptic.”

Victor is undeterred, “Yurio will get it. He uses Instagram.”

“What the fuck does that say?” Yurio growls.

Victor pouts, "does no one appreciate genius anymore?"

“No one appreciates you, there’s a difference.”

Or: No one understands Victor's new license plate.

The Virgin and The Fool by Katineto [M, 6K]

“Virgin sacrifice?” Viktor repeats dumbly, certain he’s misheard, or that the corner-store clerk’s English isn’t quite as good as he’d thought. “Yuuri?”

“Oh yes. Katsuki Yuuri, his family runs Yutopia. The onsen,” she says in flawless English, as if she (and everyone else in town) doesn’t know perfectly well how much time Viktor spends hanging around said onsen. “Everyone’s quite looking forward to the festival. You’ll still be around, won’t you?”

“Uh,” Viktor says, still lost. Murder is illegal in Japan, right?

In which Yuuri is going to be sacrificed, and Viktor is going to save him.

you're spilling (like an overflowing sink) by @crossroadswrite [M, 2K]

“Oh,” Phichit says, sounding relieved. His expression quickly goes from apprehensive to amused. “This is what happens when you get drunk on stream and tell everyone Victor Nikiforov bruised your ass.”

“Phichit,” Yuuri whines, but can’t really counter it because well, it’s true.

Drunk Yuuri has a big mouth and makes terrible decisions. He hides his face in his knee so he doesn’t have to look at Phichit laughing at him.

Phichit pats him unsympathetically.

“Your life is a joke, and this is the punchline,” he tells him.

(Or: The Victor Nikiforov Gamer Bathwater fic!!!)

#yuri on ice #yoi #yoi fic rec #victuuri #humor #crack

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victuurifanartandfanfiction · 4 years ago

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Can you write a fic where Yuuri discovers Victor has freckles and is just over the moon about it? This fandom needs more freckled Vitya.

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Hello~! Thank you so much for requesting. This fandom DEFINITELY needs more freckled Victor. Thinking about this prompt made me so excited because I just love the concept.

Thank you for such an adorable ask! I didn’t know if you meant full-body freckles or face-freckles, so I just wrote about face-freckles. Of course, if you would like a continuation of this piece (or one about full-body freckles), please don’t hesitate to ask! As always, feel free to request another piece! I hope you enjoy~!

(I apologize that I took so long! I’m a student^^. I appreciate your patience!)

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Victor laid shirtless on the bed he shared with Yuuri, covered by a blanket. Yuuri sat beside him on his phone, gently stroking his hair. Victor pouted and sighed, but just couldn’t get Yuuri’s attention. Desperate, Victor tugged on Yuuri’s arm.

“Yuuri, come to bed!” Victor whined, “I want to go to sleep, it’s late!” Yuuri looked at Victor and then stared at his phone. There were still a couple of things he needed to do before he slept.

“Just five more minutes, it won’t take that long,” Yuuri tried to reassure Victor. Victor let out a loud groan and tugged even harder on Yuuri’s arm before letting go dramatically.

“You know I can’t sleep without you!” he groaned. Yuuri sighed.

“And you know that I can never say no to you.”

Yuuri set his phone on his nightstand and cuddled against Victor. Victor laid on his side and Yuuri followed suit. Yuuri placed his hand on Victor’s face and looked gently into his eyes.

“I love you so mu-” Yuuri paused abruptly and scrambled to sit up. He turned on the lamp that sat on the nightstand before grabbing Victor’s hands and pulling him up. Yuuri cupped Victor’s face in his hands, studying his cheeks intently. Victor looked at Yuuri confused.

“What’s wrong?” Victor asked, setting his hands on top of Yuuri’s, “Is there something on my face?” Yuuri’s eyes scanned Victor’s face. Yuuri took his glasses off to wipe them, shaking his head in disbelief as he rubbed his glasses vigorously. He placed them back onto his face and blinked a couple of times.

“Yeah, there’s something on your face! You have freckles!” Yuuri exclaimed excitedly. Victor ran his finger across his cheek and smiled. He scooted closer to Yuuri, pointing at his freckled cheeks. Yuuri smiled

“Did you not know?” he asked giggling, “And we have been together for how long?” Yuuri opened his phone to look at pictures of Victor, just to make sure these freckles didn’t magically pop out of nowhere. He zoomed in on a picture of him and Victor together on the beach only to be met with a freckled Victor. Yuuri went silent. How could he not have noticed?

“So… you don’t like them,” Victor said sadly, “I have always been a little self-conscious about them my entire life.” VIctor slouched over. Yuuri clambered to hold Victor’s hands in his. Yuuri shook his head aggressively and smiled earnestly at Victor.

“Victor, I love them! They look so cute!” Victor smiled back, a light rose color covering his cheeks. The blush made his freckles even cuter. Yuuri moved in closer, planting a soft kiss on Victor’s cheek. Yuuri couldn’t help but smile. He was so fortunate to have someone like Victor by his side, and this new discovery made him a million times cuter!

“I love them so much, Victor!” Yuuri held onto Victor’s hands a little tighter, “I just want to kiss every single one of them and connect them like little face constellations!” Victor laughed at how adorable Yuuri was being. Realizing what he had said, Yuuri cowered in embarrassment.

“There’s no need to be shy! I loved what you said!” Victor wrapped his arms around Yuuri, “I’m just glad you liked them!” Victor kissed Yuuri softly before getting back underneath the covers. Yuuri turned off the lamp and kissed Victor again before settling into bed with him.

“I love you, Victor,” Yuuri said as he traced his finger along Victor’s cheeks, “I love you so much.” Yuri connected Victor’s freckles with the tip of his finger slowly, admiring how adorable they made Victor look. They added more to his charm, a new cute, and innocent aspect.

Yuuri lifted up Victor’s hair and gently kissed his forehead. Victor hugged Yuuri tighter, feeling his heartbeat against his ear. Yuuri gently ran his hands through Victor’s hair. Victor snuggled into Yuuri’s chest, slowly lulled to sleep.

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I hope you enjoyed! All of you are absolutely beautiful, freckles, or no freckles. I know it's easy to get yourself down over things that you dislike about yourself, but just know that someone out there thinks it looks super cool!

Thank you so much for requesting, and feel free to do so again! As always, my main account is @queenwinterofluna.

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dixbolik-lovers · 5 years ago

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“For the human au, how would the boys react to the reader being an older and more maternal figure, who more uses them as a means to escape loneliness?“

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OOOOOH!!!! Me. This ask is me. o3o I’m gonna like writing this!

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Shuu:

-He doesn’t protest. It’s a waste of time and energy to try to get you to quit treating him like he’s basically your kid-- in fact, considering that the alternative is to be prey, it would be pretty damn stupid. He’s indifferent to the maternal attention at first, but winds up weirdly appreciative of it. Genuine affection is something that he’s been pretty starved of growing up, after all.

Reiji:

-It seems a lot safer to be an older person’s companion than a mere piece of prey, so he accepts the role quickly. While at first, he tries to make it so the “act” is nothing more than a method of survival, he quickly falls for the attention, winding up putty in your hands. Your attention is exactly what he’s been longing for for a lifetime, but he barely knows what to do with it.

Ayato:

-At first, he bristles under any maternal affection. It reminds him too much of his own issues for him to be able to accept it easily. However, after a month or two of consistent friendliness and attention on your part, he starts to cave. In the end, he winds up being like an attention-starved puppy, following you around and trying to figure out why he likes your kind of attention so much.

Kanato:

-He soaks up your attention like a sponge. Considering the situation with his mother, Kanato is about as starved of maternal affection as someone can get. He’ll act prickly at first, refusing your attempts to get close to him as a defense mechanism. The reality is that he doesn’t know what to do with affection and gets downright scared of what it would mean to be important to you.

Laito:

-He has major trouble differentiating that kind of care from lust. It takes a long, long time for it to sink in that you don’t just want to fuck him. He’ll spend a long time coming onto you, convinced that that’s the only way he’s going to survive. Once it does settle in that he doesn’t have to do that, that you really just want him for companionship, he quickly loses any idea of what to do with himself.

Subaru:

-He sees way too much of his mother in you, and falls right into the role of your constant companion. Considering that he’s probably never going to see his mother again, he winds up seeing you as a sort of “second chance” to try to do something right this time. That said, it’s painful for him to live with that sort of role when the mother he failed is still suffering where he left her.

Ruki:

-At first, the maternal attitude almost makes him uncomfortable. He doesn’t know what to do with parental affection, especially after what happened with his birth family. However, he warms up to you surprisingly well, especially as it starts to click that all you really want is company. Being your companion is a lot safer and simpler than worrying about being a vampire’s prey.

Kou:

-He spends a long while downright scared of you. It’ll sink in eventually that all you want is a friend, though, and when it does, he’s quick to twist the situation into his personal view of things. He winds up believing that the trade for him going unharmed is to be your companion... which he can live with. He’s almost disturbingly clingy and affectionate, desperate to fill the proper role.

Yuuma:

-It doesn’t make much sense to him that you just want him for a friend, but he’s not really saying no. You turn out to be a pretty nice person, and anyway, it would be kind of stupid to refuse the vampire holding him hostage. He gets used to the new arrangement pretty quickly, and winds up being perfectly content with doing his new job of keeping you from being lonely.

Azusa:

-Oh, that’s the perfect arrangement for him. He’ll be disappointed that you don’t want to hurt him, but the maternal affection quickly replaces that. He’s never had parental attention before, and he needs it so badly it’s almost visible. He warms up to you within a week or two, and becomes your constant companion, never leaving the side of the person who’s so kind to him.

Carla:

-He’s wonderful at the role of being your companion, but it hurts him to be reminded so much of his own mother, who died in his early teen years. In a way, it’s nice to be close to someone so similar, but at the same time, it’s painful to have what he lost dangled in front of him. He was always close to his mother, though, and winds up doing just as well at keeping you company.

Shin:

-He’s bitter about it for a long, long time. As happy as he is that he’s not being bitten or used, it’s still a hit to his pride to be stuck as some older person’s substitute kid. That said, the kinder you are to him, the more he starts to cave. When it comes down to it, he’s just as attention-starved as the rest of them, and falls apart under genuine maternal affection just as easily.

Kino:

-He spends a short while confused by what exactly you’re wanting from him... then figures it out and glues himself to your side. All he’s ever really wanted is attention, and even if it has to be a vampire fulfilling that, you’re kind of the first person outside of Yuuri to treat him like he matters. He accepts his role of what amounts to your kid in record time, taking pride in being the one you want.

#Diabolik Lovers #Dialovers #Sakamaki Shuu #Sakamaki Reiji #Sakamaki Ayato #Sakamaki Kanato #Sakamaki Laito #Sakamaki Subaru #Mukami Ruki #Mukami Kou #Mukami Yuuma #Mukami Azusa #Tsukinami Carla #Tsukinami Shin #Kino #Headcanon #Human Au #Reader

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houseisekai · 4 years ago

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House Isekai: Shadowbringers -Interlude 2

House Isekai Shadowbringers AU Masterlist Here

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Interlude: Megumi Sakura

[Spiderweb - Fire Emblem: Three Houses OST]

It was a quiet night at Derdriu. As usual.

Ever since the outbreak of the war, no one dared go out at night, especially when the reports of Angels reached the Alliance.

Not to mention the unholy creatures that Those Who Slithered used to combat the Church.

Everyone in the city was scared of what tomorrow would bring. The fact their leader had gone out with those strange offworlders brought even less comfort to the people of Dedriu.

The guards had been ordered not to utter a word about Claude’s disappearance, lest they bring suspicion onto themselves from those fighting in the war.

They had heard what happened to Fhirdiad and Enbarr. They were keen on not repeating it on themselves.

Percy sighed to himself as he watched the empty roads, leaning against the wall with his lance on his shoulders.

He just wanted to protect his hometown as a soldier of the Alliance, not get wrapped up in...whatever this war was. If you could even call it a war.

What was going on now felt like ants watching wolves tear each other into pieces.

It had been 5 years since the Empire first invaded the Church, but only 2 since all three nations put a halt on their fighting.

The advent of the Church and TWSITD was fierce and ruthless, to the point where the Alliance had complete neutral grounds and took in refugees from all sides into their territories, by order of Claude.

These thoughts continued in Percy’s head until he thought he saw something move in the distance.

He quickly stood up straight and held tightly onto his lance.

Percy knocked on the door behind him, which he could hear the guards hastily grab their weapons.

They eventually went out the door and stood alongside Percy, readying themselves for trouble.

Over the hill, they saw Edelgard, Dimitri, the Professor and far more behind them.

Percy didn’t sigh in relief seeing these familiar faces. In fact it made him even more anxious. Claude had told the guards that group would arrive.

He didn’t explain why.

(Percy) “Professor.”

(Lahabrea) “Percy, right?”

(Percy) “Yes sir. We were told to expect you, you can enter.”

(Lahabrea) “Much appreciated.”

Percy and the other guards opened the gates, closely watching around them to ensure they weren’t followed.

His eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw some House Isekai members carry the professor past him.

(Percy) “What in the...?”

(Guard) “H-Hey, didn’t that professor just...?”

(Guard 2) “What the hell is going on?”

The talk quickly began amongst the guards, and eventually the citizens who saw the group outside their windows.

Lahabrea led the group to the main capital building, where Claude’s second in command, Judith stood outside.

(Judith) “Ah, took you guys long enough. Get in before you cause a scene.”

He nodded and everyone followed suit, entering the building as Judith shut the door behind them.

Byleth, the Persona Users, Sharon, and Megumi went to the infirmary. The rest stayed inside the main hall with Lahabrea.

(Kazuma) “So, NOW can we get some answers as to what the fuck is going on?”

(Lahabrea) “Just a little longer. Claude is supposed to be here tomorrow, and it’s then I’ll answer all the questions you have.”

Rean sighed and put a hand on Kazuma’s shoulder.

(Rean) “It’s late anyway, we should probably get some rest. We’ve been travelling for a few days.”

Kazuma mumbled under his breath as he smacked away Rean’s hand.

(Ainz) “I’m assuming we have rooms of our own?”

(Judith) “Yup. All upstairs, prepared for ya.”

Ainz nodded and went up the stairs, the denizens of Nazarick scattering to the rest of the rooms, only some following Ainz.

Class VII, the Blue Lions, and Black Eagles went upstairs as well to get some much needed rest.

The School-Living Club went to the Infirmary to help out, leaving just Lahabrea in the room by himself.

(Lahabrea) “...”

(Sothis) “You’re sure about this?”

(Lahabrea) “No matter how many times you ask, my answer isn’t changing. Even if by the end of all this they hate me, if they’re safe, it’s all that matters.”

He shook his head and went up the stairs.

(Lahabrea) “We’ve lived too many lives trying to stop this. If this plan even has a slightly better chance of working than Plan B, then I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Sothis shook her head, then quickly faded away.

...

Inside the infirmary, the Persona Users laid on the beds resting, with Byleth at the farthest bed.

Sitri was at Byleth’s side while Sharon and the School-Living Club spoke to the healer.

(Healer) “We see no obvious battle scars, so we think it might be exhaustion. The same goes for the other kids.”

(Megumi) “I-I see.”

(Yuki) “Is there anything we can do to help?”

(Sharon) “You do not have to worry, Miss Yuki. I will help her with whatever she needs. You all must be tired.”

(Miki) “Come on Yuki-senpai, she’s right. We have to rest.”

Yuki hesitated at first but nodded.

(Kurumi) “Thank you, Sharon.”

(Sharon) “Of course. Please rest well everyone.”

(Yuuri) “Let’s go.”

(Megumi) “...You kids go upstairs, I’ll be with you soon.”

Yuuri nodded and the students went upstairs.

Sharon began checking the Persona Users as she pulled out her Arcus unit, leaving only Sitri to notice Megumi going outside.

Sitri looked at Byleth one last time before getting up to follow Megumi.

[Yasashii Megu-nee Arigatou - Gakkou Gurashi OST]

Megumi stood out in the plaza, staring into the water falling from the fountain.

(Megumi) “...”

She stared at her hand quietly thinking to herself as she frowned.

(Sitri’s voice) “Megumi, right?”

Megumi turned around and saw Sitri walk up to her.

(Sitri) “Is everything alright?”

(Megumi) “Ye-...”

Megumi looked behind Sitri, and then around her.

(Megumi) “Truthfully? No, it’s not.”

She sat down on the stone part of the fountain, which Sitri sat beside her.

(Megumi) “I have no idea what’s going on right now. With Byleth, with the kids, myself and you...U-Uh, sorry that came out wrong-”

Sitri giggled.

(Sitri) “Please, don’t worry. It must be...odd, seeing someone come back from the dead.”

(Megumi) “Normally I’d agree but...”

Megumi stared at her own arm again.

(Megumi) “You’re not the only one.”

She sighed as Sitri looked shocked.

(Megumi) “Our world is...not what you’d call ideal, to put it gently. There was an infection you got if you were bit by the dead and you’d become one of them.”

Megumi rolled her sleeve and pointed where the mark used to be.

(Megumi) “I was bit saving my students, Yuuri, Yuki and Kurumi. When my vision went dark-”

(Kazuma) “Shit, she looks beat up bad!”

(Byleth) “There’s blood everywhere, what happened to her?!”

(Aqua) “You guys didn’t try to get a healer first?”

(Alois) “We tried! There’s something in her arm that’s spreading and we can’t stop it!”

...

(Kazuma) “Aqua, it doesn’t look like she’s fully infected yet, so maybe it can stop it before it spreads! We gotta do SOMETHING!”

(Aqua) “Damn, TURN UNDEAD!”

(Megumi) “Kazuma’s group saved me. It gave me a second chance, to teach these children, and...It let me see my own again.”

(Sitri) “But, since you’re out here, I assume you have something on your mind?”

(Megumi) “Those flashes we keep getting? They weren’t visions. They were memories. Each catered to us, from our original world, and our time in Fodlan...For example, I have memories when it was just only me here. No House Isekai, and none of my students.”

(Sitri) “But...you’ve been here this entire time?”

(Megumi) “I have no idea what it means, honestly. But that’s not the part that worries me. I have memories of Yuki-chan, and Kurumi, Yuuri, and even Miki. Even though she was not part of my original group, I still see her memories as well. And I saw them leave the school we trapped ourselves in. And how they are now.”

(Sitri) “...You weren’t there, were you?”

(Megumi) “...No. And I’m sure they saw the same thing.”

Megumi held onto her cross necklace, looking down.

(Megumi) “I have no idea if I’m going to survive this, or if things will play its natural course. But if they’re safe, that’s all that matters to me.”

(Sitri) “I can see why the students and staff look up to you so much.”

(Megumi) “Huh?”

(Sitri) “Even though you’re not confident, you’re still willing to defend your students no matter what.”

Sitri smiled.

(Sitri) “I’m glad you were here for Byleth.”

Megumi smiled back.

(Megumi) “T-Thank you.”

(Sitri) “Though...if you saw what happens in the future and that’s where your students appear to be...why are they acting like their past selves?”

The two remained quiet to process that question.

...Why were they acting as their past selves if the memories that were shown to them was were from the present?

(Megumi) “...If...That’s the case with my group...Then, what about the others?”

(Sitri) “...”

(Megumi) “...S-Sorry, we should probably wait to hear answers from Byle-...Lahabrea.”

(Sitri) “Right...”

Sitri walked Megumi back into the building, and both went to bed.

Tomorrow was going to be very confusing...

[This Beautiful Cruel World - Attack On Titan OST]

Your dream is where your heart is

It’s something more fragile than life itself

No matter how many times you throw it away, you still find it

So rest in peace now

Your wish is violated by your pulsing urge

and as much as you forget about it, you recall it again

In this beautiful and cruel world

We only ask “why” we’re still alive…

Ah, what are we going to protect

with our strength and weakness? If reason no longer exists

TO BE CONTINUED IN:

#House Isekai #House Isekai Shadowbringers #Chris's AU's #sitri eisner #megumi sakura

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heavensturtle · 4 years ago

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Day 17: Music

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

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Note: Just a slight reinterpretation of canon events for today.

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“Yuuri, do you know why I decided to become your coach?”

“Eh?” Yuuri looks up from the stone ledge he’s been staring at as an alternative to staring at a very naked Victor doing stretches by the side of the hot spring.

Victor is kneeling in front of him, staring at him intently.

“I was drawn to you because of the music, the way you skate like your body is creating music.”

“Ehhh?” Yuuri can’t help the blush that creeps across his face.

If this were a week ago he would have brushed off a comment like this as a product of Victor’s improbable and seemingly careless personality. Words flung into the air because he liked the way they sounded together.

But this isn’t a week ago. This is after Victor watched Yuuri practice for countless hours, picking apart his every move, and still managed to stare at Yuuri with barefaced delight after he performed his short program at the Onsen on Ice event.

This is after Victor stood on the podium with Yuuri, arm wrapped around his shoulders, as Yuuri declared his intention to keep Victor as his coach.

This is after Victor gave him a crushing hug in the locker room following the announcement, eyes suspiciously bright.

As though it were Yuuri doing Victor the favor by letting him stay.

Victor’s words ring in his mind as he scrambles to find just the right music for his free program, rejecting song after song as he tries to imagine what, exactly, him creating this music would even look like.

Phichit is no help. When Yuuri calls to tell him what Victor said, Phichit laughs so hard he cries.

“Yuuri,” he chokes out between laughs, “He was hitting on you. You don’t have to take it so seriously.”

Minako, too, suspects Victor of flirting.

“Just pick something, Yuuri, he’s not going to actually care what you choose.”

Yuuri does not appreciate these comments. This is Victor Nikiforov. Even if he were flirting (which he isn’t, Yuuri maintains, no one flirts with Yuuri Katsuki), he would still care about the music Yuuri chose, if only to protect his own reputation. An artistic genius like Victor has to have standards.

Within two days Yuuri has become so invested in, and so increasingly despairing of, his potential musical selection that he can’t even meet Victor’s eyes when they speak.

Because he doesn’t look, Yuuri can’t see the hurt and confusion that pinches Victor’s face every time he brushes off Victor’s attempts to draw Yuuri out of his shell.

By day four he’s lying, immobile, in his bed, wondering whether he should just stay here until Victor finally realizes what a failure he’s taken on and flies home to St. Petersburg, when Victor barges into his room and drags him down to the beach for a heart-to-heart.

It’s not easy after that, but something about Victor’s stubborn unwillingness to let Yuuri indulge his own anxieties makes Yuuri braver. He reaches out to his old friend Ketty, asks her to redo the music she wrote for him years ago.

She asks him what’s changed.

Weeks later, when the piece is finished, Yuuri can’t stop himself from racing to Victor’s room to rouse him from sleep and make him listen.

Victor’s smiling that goofy smile that makes Yuuri’s heart clench from the opening run and he doesn’t stop smiling even when the music is finished.

He pulls the earbuds out.

“Yuuri, it’s perfect! What did you tell her, to make her rewrite it like that?”

“Ah,” Yuuri scratches the back of his neck, “Just that I’d found my love for skating again.”

He catches Victor’s eye and looks away, not wanting to see the expression there.

“Hm,” Victor hums, “Well. I think the feeling is mutual.”

“Really?” Yuuri looks back, then.

Victor looks half-asleep, the way his face has relaxed, his eyes barely open as they focus on Yuuri. Victor smiles a small, pleased smile.

“Really,” he says. Then he adds, “We’re going to make you the most beautiful person on the ice, Yuuri.”

Another comment that past Yuuri would have brushed away as meaningless flattery. But past Yuuri hadn’t known anything about Victor, the real Victor that is currently smiling sleepily at him with Yuuri’s computer askew on his lap and who hasn’t once moved to fix his utterly disheveled hair since Yuuri leapt onto the foot of his bed.

This Victor Yuuri believes.

Yuuri blushes, nods. “Okay,” he agrees.

#victuuri #yuri!!! on ice #victor nikiforov #ketty #minako okukawa #phichit chulanont #daily challenge #yuuri katsuki #coach victor nikiforov

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eeemarvel · 5 years ago

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It’s Billy, boys.

I originally wrote this quite some time ago as a part of chapter 30 but I decided I didn’t need it so it’s bonus content now, I guess. This happens right at the beginning of 30 before Victor gets a call from Phichit. Since this didn’t make it to the final draft, the editing is really lazy. I’m honestly only posting this to get out of working on the next few chapters lol. Also, Billy is definitely a trip, I know. Anyways, without further ado...

Victor had no clue if Yuuri was Red Specter or not. He was exactly where he started. It didn’t change the fact that Red Specter was still very real, no matter who he was beneath the mask which meant that if he couldn’t come up with a satisfactory offer by midnight, it was likely that History Maker would get hit. This was his last (and only) bet, he realized as he got off the elevator a floor below Yakov’s office. This floor, the Artillery and Design floor, always smelled like singed fabric because it was where the super suits were made… but it still didn’t account for the burning smell. Billy, a man with round pink cheeks, a long green mohawk, and coke bottle glasses looked up when the glass doors slid open for Victor. Billy beamed and cheered like a redneck on the fourth of July when he saw Victor.

“Victor Torch! Just the tight assed hero I was looking for!”

“Billy,” Victor greeted him and the other cheering technicians with a nod. “Is it ready?”

“You bet your wintry butthole, it is,” Billy said and beckoned him closer with a finger. They walked to the back of the lab, passing metal tables and clunky equipment, all of it glinting with a futuristic sheen as he passed. Some of the technicians were bent over sheets of fabric that seemed to be radiating electricity—it made Victor tingle in the strangest way as he passed, while a few of them made alterations to suits that were actually familiar to him. He guessed Spotlight tore their suit recently, when he saw a squat little technician pushing a button on a giant sewing machine for the all too familiar pink ensemble.

“It’s back here,” Billy said, “for safekeeping.”

“I appreciate that,” Victor said.

“It’s in good condition,” he commented as he stopped at a long, dark, glass wall at the very back of the lab. He punched in a few codes on a keypad. A rectangle of light appeared a little ways away from them and Billy led him to it. “You were careful, even back then,” he complimented Victor as he took a little remote out of his lab coat pocket. The rectangle of light was actually a door behind the glass, a door to a small closet with a revolving rack. In front was a prototype of Victor’s current suit: black, sleek, and shimmery. Billy clicked his remote and the rack spun around to show the suit Victor had worn two years ago. It was similar, but royal blue instead of black. He kept clicking, letting the suits spin by, each of them taking an era with them as they went. He cringed at a fuschia one with lapels—he was feeling a bit melodramatic then.

“It’s always been a pleasure designing for you, Winter Nikiforov, because you’re not just a man of justice, you’re a man of art. A renaissance man,” he kissed his fingers, “you get me.”

“I always have,” Victor smiled, lying.

“Heeeere we goooo,” he sang as they found the suit Victor wanted. He thought it would fit Red since he was much younger when he first wore this. Red was smaller than him. It was black which fit his MO… he tilted his head, unsure as he took in the swaths of revealing mesh across the chest, the sparkling crystals on the shoulders and hips. It was sturdy, he knew that for a fact, and very well made because Billy made it himself. But it wasn’t exactly low-key. Heroes never dressed to blend in.

And it was a bit…risque. He had to be honest. Even Chris’ suit wasn’t this suggestive and it was Chris. Victor was only nineteen when it was made, when he told Billy exactly what he wanted: something that would make his opponents uncomfortable. He was feeling cocky because he was starting hero training years before what was normal, and he was young… he felt free and invincible for the first time in seven years. It gave Yakov a heart attack at the time and even Lilia disapproved. In the end, Celestino convinced them to let Victor explore… He thought there were still some old newspapers somewhere with him wearing this on the front cover under scandalized headlines...

The fire was back, that sensation that he now recognized as a red light—a sign that something was off. He bit his lip. He shouldn’t think about Red in this suit, even if he was planning on offering it up. It didn’t matter what he looked like in it or what Red thought of it or anything that just crossed his mind, because the only thing that mattered was protecting History Maker.

There was no mask. That was what was missing. That’s why he felt weird picturing Red in it. Of course he’d feel this way trying to imagine Red Specter’s face… it was confusing, disconcerting, uncomfortable, nerve-wracking, all those things...

“Billy…”

“M’lady?”

“Have you ever considered… making a mask for this?”

“Are we talking Robin style with just the eyes, or are you thinking more of a Batman-exposed-chin thing, or like a full faced Red Specter deal, because the answer is yes, Snowflake. Yes, I have considered making a mask for all of your suits. Why don’t you step into my office?”

“Uh.”

“Just…” he said awkwardly as if he had just realized the entire lab was his office, “look at this.” He pulled out his phone and opened a few files. He scrolled through digital scans of sketches he’d made, all very impressive, and then actual prototypes that Victor was interested in for himself. Of course, his ability gave him the power to disguise his face easily so he didn’t need a mask but… he still kind of wanted one now that he was looking.

Focus. He wasn’t clothes shopping (unfortunately). He was completing a potentially life saving transaction. He pointed at a full mask with crystals elegantly crowning the area where the wearer’s hairline would be. “You already made this one?”

“You betcha.”

“I like it.”

“Roger dodger,” he whistled a tune and pushed a blue button on his remote. The revolving rack disappeared into the closet ceiling, pushed out by another rack. This one carried pieces that Victor either changed his mind about or ones that Billy started but lost interest in, scraps of abandoned ideas. He clicked the remote so that the rack whirled around until they got to the mannequin heads, some bare and others wearing masks that Victor had never seen until now. Billy pointed a remote at one.

“Look good to you?”

“Yes,” Victor said, because it did, although he wasn’t sure Red would appreciate something so flashy. Especially not since the thief seemed to gather fashion inspiration from the shadows under his bed. Well, if he didn’t like the design, he could have it altered. What mattered was that it was nano-tech and made with pure Pandora’s Iron. “I’ll take it,” he said.

“Okey doke, will that be debit or credit, sir?” Billy chuckled at his own joke as he pressed a button to make the glass doors protecting the closet open. He reached up and gingerly removed the mask from the mannequin. “Isabellaaaaaa!” He shouted over his shoulder and a young mousy looking girl came scuttling around a corner.

“Sir?” She squeaked.

“Can you please get a box for me? Big enough for a suit?”

“Yes, sir,” she nodded frantically and squeezed her eyes shut. Victor heard a soft whoosh sound and when he looked up, he saw a large white box soaring above him. It glided gracefully down next to Billy who thanked her before she scampered away. Billy neatly packed the suit under the mask before sealing it and handing it over to Victor.

“Merry Christmas, baby boy,” he crooned.

“Thank you,” Victor said with an impressively straight face. He’d been practicing since he was sixteen, though Billy had gotten progressively more… Billy as Victor grew older.

“I’m curious. Is this for Yuri?”

“I—what?!”

“I mean, I don’t really mind if you give it to the little furball because he’s kind of family and we all put up with him but I’m concerned about the whole… accountability thing with Yakov and the red tape and the chain of command is a whole thing—”

“Ah—oh, you mean Yuri Plisetsky…” Victor groaned, dragging his hand down his face.

“Uh… how many Yuri’s are there? Oh!” He snapped his fingers, “that hot doctor from your Instagram! My girlfriend loves him! He’s got this kind of secret-sexy-vixen-by-night-and-sad-puppy-by-day vibe going and it drives her wild. She stalks him like he’s an insta famous kitten or something,” he said with a tone of pride Victor found strange.

“He’s not a doctor, and...no,” he shook his head, “It’s not for Yuri P. I just want it for... nostalgia’s sake.”

Billy nodded thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. Then he slapped both his hands on Victor’s shoulders, startling him, “That’s so weird. Have fun!” He called for Isabella again as he left Victor, getting straight back to work.

He thanked all the technicians on his way out and took the elevator down to the first floor so he could wait in the lobby. He plopped down in a chair and set the box on the floor beside him.

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satbiym · 6 years ago

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Avengers AU

Written for @wewritevictuuri‘s prompt “You lied to me,”

I had a lot of fun with this one! Thank you so much for the prompt!

Hope you guys enjoy this!

Listen.

Yuuri hadn't intended to turn his life into one, long, ongoing session of two-truths-and-a-lie. But being a super-soldier from the 1940s who had been unfrozen more than 70 years later in order to retake the mantle of Captain America and save New York from an alien invasion with a team everyone called The Avengers, didn't exactly lend itself to a life of complete transparency.

And that was fine. Yuuri had come to terms with the fact that his life would never completely be like how it used to be. When Phichit-

When Yuuri lost Phichit (because he wasn't faster, stronger, better), he had thought that was it. Nothing else could come close to losing your brother in all but blood and not even having a body to bring back home to his family.

So, he did his duty. He crashed that plane into the ice and when they defrosted him, he left behind his hopes and dreams.

Yuuri was fine.

The world needed Captain America. Yuuri Kastuki was just… collateral damage.

So, what if Captain America couldn't even inspire himself, it was enough for him to be a pillar of strength for every one else. It had to be.

And then Yuuri met Victor.

Victor was… brilliant, beautiful, effervescent. The kind of ephemeral magic found only in the corners of your eye, out-of-reach and yet, reassuring in its presence.

Yuuri met him when Victor plopped down on the stool opposite to his own at the cafe he visited daily to practice his art.

Yuuri had just blinked as the silver-haired man in front of him peered at him from over his sunglasses, until Victor had cheerfully asked the barista for another coffee ("And make it as black as my heart, if you please!") and a tea for "Brown Eyes, here," and then proceeded to start talking about his robots.

It was only later, once Victor was too busy inhaling his coffee that Yuuri got the opportunity to ask…

"I'm sorry, but… have we met before?"

Victor had spluttered, coffee dripping down his chin, before letting out a bark of laughter and winking, "That's funny, didn't take you for a kidder there, Brown Eyes. Guess, we all have hidden depths. But I suppose we never did introduce ourselves. You may call me Victor." And Yuuri, off-footed, surprised and enchanted for the first time in a long, long time, did just that.

Suddenly, this 21st century didn't seem so lonely anymore, what with Victor pulling him forward, hand-in-hand to introduce him to it. It went from Yuuri being too weary to opening his eyes in the morning, too caught up in the memories of the yesteryears, to waking up with a feeling of anticipation for what Victor was going to show him that day.

And when it came to his work, Iron Man, the masked hero, with his quick quips and ready rebuttals, soon became Yuuri's second anchor in this century.

Things were looking up.

The only problem was… Victor didn't know that he was Captain America.

But in Yuuri's defence! SHIELD, the organization overlooking the Avengers, had warned him from revealing his identity to civilians. And while Yuuri wasn't one to follow rules, even he knew… the life of someone involved with superheroes was a short one.

So, Yuuri kept quiet, tried not to let his heart hurtle out of his chest every time Victor so much as smiled at him and did his best to lead the Avengers. He kept his lives separate.

And for a time everything was perfect.

And then Yuuri received a random note.

Victor had been kidnapped.

Yuuri felt his blood burn as thoughts of the atrocities Victor was probably going through filled his mind. He picked up his shield, he had already lost too many people, he wasn't going to add Victor to the list.

Yuuri got on his motorbike. It was time to call in the Avengers.

"You are trying to tell me that your boyfriend was kidnapped?" Chris (Codename: Hawkeye) exclaimed, green eyes wide with barely suppressed delight.

"Well, how 'bout them All American Values." Mila (Codename: Black Widow) said, sounding equally delighted.

Yakov, his eye-patch looking more ominous than ever, was still quiet from when Yuuri had debriefed them.

Yuri Plisetsky (Codename: The Hulk) tsked, and yelled, sounding somehow angrier than usual, "Who cares?! Let's get this loser's equally loser boyfriend and call it a day!"

Yuuri could feel the situation getting out of hand, considering _The Hulk _was the only one reacting appropriately to the urgency of the situation at hand.

Letting out a quick breath, Yuuri stood up and said quietly to Yakov, "I am going to find him, with or without your permission. But this note - it came to my SHIELD accommodations, so I'm thinking you have an idea as to who wrote it. Now, we can either do this the easy way or the hard, but I assure you that both will end up with these people nailed to the floor, wishing they hadn't taken him. So, which will it be?"

The room was silent, before Yakov, rolling his one-eye, pulled out a file and slid it towards Yuuri.

Yuuri flipped it open and felt his blood chill.

Hydra.

The same Hydra that was responsible for killing Phichit, the Hydra Yuuri had thought was dead… they had taken Victor.

Clenching his jaw, Yuuri turned to the three superheroes who had answered his call and found them all already gathering their weapons, steely-eyed and battle ready.

It appears that the Avengers were assembled once again.

I'm coming, Victor, please hang on. I'm coming.

Only… it appeared that Victor wasn't ready to simply lie about, hanging on.

Hawkeye whistled as they surveyed the destruction in front of them, and said "Your boy do this?"

Ignoring the heat in his chest from the possessiveness implied by the question, Yuuri ran his eyes over the charred tables and broken equipment.

No one could have survived this, Yuuri realized with a sinking heart.

"Who the hell do you clowns think you are?! Do you know who you are dealing with here?" A familiar voice taunted nearby, piercing the air and filling Yuuri's lungs with welcome air.

He ran towards the noise, barely noticing the rest of the team following him.

Only to stop short, as he watched Victor - sweet, kind Victor with his heart-shaped smiles and Marie Kondo obsession - drop kick a man in the balls.

Yuuri couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene, as, surrounded by injured bodies of people twice his size, Victor fought like with ruthless grace, making the ones still surrounding him join the ones on the floor.

"Um." Hawkeye said.

"Is that… Is he your boyfriend?" Black Widow asked, a suspicious note in her voice.

Too surprised to protest, Yuuri just nodded.

"Yeah… I don't think he's gonna need our help." Hawkeye said, voice trembling for some reason.

Yuuri only watched as Victor kept fighting, felling his opponents with calm ease, a lot confused and a little bit turned on.

Until finally, there was silence.

"Victor." Yuuri whispered.

Victor turned back, fists raised and stared.

Yuuri realized what he was looking at, Yuuri Katsuki in Captain America's uniform, surrounded by the Avengers. Victor was smart, he wouldn't be able to miss the truth now, he'd put things together and realize...

Realize that Yuuri was bad news who brought nothing but death and destruction wherever he went.

Yuuri kept looking at the beloved dirt-streaked face, not wanting to lose his last moments of being allowed to look at Victor and waited for the accusation from him, of Victor saying "You lied to me".

Victor pursed his lips and said, "Took you guys long enough."

Huh?

Yuuri blinked as Victor, putting a hand on his hip stared them down and started... scolding them?

"I mean, I get that I'm the best, but a little backup would have been appreciated guys!" Victor said, stepping over a body.

Hawkeye let out a laugh and clapped Victor on his shoulder, familiar and easy, "I'm sorry for the delay, but if we'd known you'd been kidnapped, I wouldn't have skipped my lunch. Cap here made us think it was an actual emergency."

Victor's blue eyes swept to Yuuri's and Victor purred, "Is that so?"

"Urgh, tell me I didn't ruin my favourite pair of pants for this guy!" Yuri said, having transformed back into his human form and changed into some clothes.

Mila laughed, and ruffling Yuri's head, said, "No one said you had to transform while wearing them, Yura. What, got a little over-excited when our dear Captain asked you for a favor?"

Yuri's screams were cut short when Yuuri whispered, "What is happening?"

They all turned to him, surprised.

Yuuri, still shaking, said, "Why are - How do you all know Victor? How was Victor able to fight like that? You told me you were a Professor for Computer Engineering!"

Victor eyed him oddly, and turned towards him.

"What are you talking about, Yuuri? I thought you knew…" Victor said, softly and carefully, as the truth dawned upon Yuuri as Victor said the words...

"I am Iron Man."

And just like that, Yuuri two worlds collided into one.

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