“Victor, can I tell you a secret?” Yuuri asks with vodka seeping from every breath he exhales, with his hand slipping up Victor’s shirt at a varying pace, first slow, then fast, then slow again, as though he can’t decide what to do.
Victor touches Yuuri’s ankle with his foot, shifts closer to him until he’s about to fall off of the barstool. Phichit and Christophe are sitting nearby, but ever since Yuuri had one shot too many, he’d been locked in his own little world with Victor. “You can tell me anything.”
Then, he’s struggling to get his phone out of his pocket. Victor reaches a hand to help him, and as soon as their skin touches Yuuri grips his hand, lacing their fingers while holding the phone with his left hand. He places it on the bar, then opens the internet. “I’ve gotta show you… I never showed you. I don’t think I ever showed you.”
He leans closer, nuzzles his neck. “Showed me what?”
“This,” he says, and then taps on something. “I used to…” A blush flushes across his cheeks and Victor kisses him. He tastes of alcohol and something sweet, something he can’t quite name. “You know how I liked you?” Their joint hands move to Victor’s thigh and rest there. “Before I met you?”
He’s aware that Yuuri was a fan, and he nods.
“I used to write,” Yuuri is saying, and pushing the phone towards him. “Do you see this one? Five thousand kudos, Vitya. Five thousand. And it’s… I loved you then, and I love you now. I loved you so much and I wrote about you but now I don’t have to ‘cause I have you.”
Victor blinks, stares at the phone screen.
From Russia With Love by vicchanfan202
Relationship: Victor Nikiforov/Reader
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe – Coffee Shop, Self-Insert, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Smut, Hardcore Smut but there’s plot I promise, (My first fic!!! be nice plz), Misuse of whipped cream, Explicit Sex, kitchen sex, strawberries in all the wrong places, sex in a lot of places lol, Food Kink, Praise Kink, BDSM (Probably), Gold Kink, Sugar Daddy, Temperature Play, Male Original Characters, Female Original Characters, Daddy Kink
Words: 217891 Chapters: 12/12 Kudos: 5027
Victor Nikiforov is on top of the world–he possesses beauty, medals, fame. Everything but love. When he bumps into a young man at a coffee shop, everything changes.
“Do you like it?” Yuuri asks, and his thigh presses more firmly against Victor’s as he shifts closer.
Victor swallows thickly. “Yuuri, I…”
“I used to write them in Japanese, but Phichit beta’d this one for me,” he explains, then hiccups, then yawns. He wraps his free arm around Victor’s shoulders and leans on him, burying his head in his chest.
“You have a daddy kink? And a praise kink? And a… What does strawberries in all the wrong places mean?”
Yuuri moves a hand to his ass.
Victor clears his throat. “Tomorrow, when you’re sober, we’re going to have a talk about why you haven’t told me these things.”
He giggles. “My legs are asleep. So’s my face.”
He chuckles and cups Yuuri’s cheek, using his free hand to open up the fanfiction on his phone. He copies the link, texts it to himself. “Your face is asleep?”
Yuuri nods, yawns. “Let me tell you about the story, okay? It’s a…” His brows furrow in concentration, as though he can’t remember what he was going to say. “There’s smut, right, but–”
“Sex, like a lot of it. I think there’s, like, nine sex scenes in the second chapter. The relationship develops quickly. But the plot,” he says, and pokes Victor’s chest. “It’s all about the plot.”
“Nine sex scenes in one chapter?”
Yuuri hums. “Not all sex, but like sex, you know?”
“I don’t know. I really, really don’t know.”
“I’ll explain, no worries. Phichit, do you remember From Russia With Love?” He turns to his friend.
Phichit’s eyes widen with recognition, his pupils dart back and forth between Victor and Yuuri. “You told Victor about your smutty self-insert fanfiction that hit five thousand kudos?”
“Remember the strawberry scene?” Yuuri prompts.
Phichit pales. “I’ll never forget the strawberry scene.”
“We’re going home, and I’m finding that strawberry scene,” Victor states, taking Yuuri’s hand and leading him towards the door.
“There’s another part with chocolate syrup–that’s where the temperature play comes in.”
~ The following morning
“What happened last night?” Yuuri asks, stepping into the kitchen and seeing a pack of freshly-bought strawberries sitting on the kitchen counter.
say what you will about the loz manga but i think we can all agree that the best adaptation that conveys what the canon scene is like within the whole series is when Link needs a canon for Linebeck’s ship in Phantom Hourglass and Eddo’s acting like “it’s expensive af kid, i don’t wanna cause you a heart attack upon telling you the amount” and then goes on to say “IT’S 50 RUPEES YOU GOT THAT MUCH??” flapping his casted arm like a bird
and then Link’s all “‘50 RUPEES’ ????” because we all know that’s jack shit and a freaking steal but then Linebeck’s like “shit that’s expensive” even tho it’s fucking not and then Eddo’s all “i’ll give it to you for free if you really convince me that you want it”
HOLY SHIT! FOR FREE?? THAT’S EVEN MORE OF A STEAL. IN FACT IT IS A STEAL! And so Link (you, the player) starts declaring in a firm voice that you want that canon but Eddo’s laughing at your lame attempts and so you gradually get louder and louder until you look like a fool screaming into your DS microphone with a mouth big enough for a motherfucking honeycomb
until you’ve caused mass destruction in order to get an item that will only allow you to cause even more mass destruction
just for you to pass out from yelling so loudly but you finally get the damn canon for free
I can’t remember the last time I nearly cried while reading something. I wasn’t emotionally attached to Airi at all when I read through this, she was only mentioned once and that was in the beginning.
So why did I nearly cry when I read the end?
Let me tell you why. Because you have a good flow.
You didn’t rush to submit this. The way you wrote the whole thing shows you gave the right amount of focus to Eamon’s backstory, just enough to grab the reader’s attention and at the same time have them continue wanting to know what happens next. The right focus, without going all over the place. His change of character was realistic, believable and, somewhat relatable (you know, if you were an orphaned siren yourself).You even used the idea from the little doodle I did for your sketchdump! I smiled so much at that, it made such a good build up for his attitude towards his job.
Originally, when you first submitted, I’d already liked the idea that Eamon adapted the role of a kind of Angel of Death for both good and evil. And honestly it’s a good thing that you decided to put them separately because the cluster of information probably wouldn’t have much of an impact as they did now. In light of the recent age meme as well, there’s something about his smile that says everything about your written backstory. A lot of pain you can’t really see behind it, and I love it.
And the fact that you even wanted to expand on his character in such detail makes me so happy- you didn’t submit just for the sake of submitting. Not for the sake of getting art. You gave heart. So thank you for that, because it really matters so much for content creators like me to know you have so much love for making and developing your own character in our world.
Thank you for joining us, and I hope to see more of this angel around.