Here he comes: the Vagabond, with his Vagabutt, and his fierce Vaga… Run.
I’m getting back into the groove of animating again. Like, damn, look at this. It’s smooth as huck. I’m super proud of it. Next is to get a feel for Geoff’s character and then maybe start storyboarding the Animated?? I dunno. First time’s the charm, as they always say.
Ok so @omgkatsudonplease was streaming Pride and Prejudice tonight and lots of Rivals jokes were made as we have established that umfb&mha is actually an accidental Pride and Prejudice AU. And then suddenly we found out that apparently there is an extra scene in the American version that I had never seen before and let me tell you, that Fucked Me Up because I love that film and this new scene kills me.
So what did I do with this new, groundbreaking information? Wrote a Rivals version of this scene of course.
So without further ado may I present to you The Wedding Night scene, otherwise known as my 1am fic rambling and a snippet of what Rivals - Past, Present and Future might be like
The Wedding Night
Walking slowly into the room, Viktor finished pulling his
shirt off over his head and looked to see where Yuuri was stretched out on the
bed before him. Unlike Viktor, Yuuri was still wearing the formal white shirt of
the day’s celebrations but his trousers were gone and the shirt was half
unbuttoned, giving Viktor a tantalising glimpse of sharp collarbones and
smooth, perfect skin. At the sound of his approach, Yuuri turned to face him,
eyes softening and face breaking out into a smile as he looked at his once fiancé
and now husband.
“Come here,” he murmured and Viktor obeyed, climbing onto
the bed to where Yuuri was lying with a slight smirk on his face and arms open
“Of course solnyshko,” Viktor breathed, planting a light
kiss on Yuuri’s forehead and then laughing a little when Yuuri made a soft noise
of protest before reaching down to capture his lips in a much deeper kiss.
After a few seconds he pulled away and Yuuri smiled up at him, eyes bright in
the darkness of the room.
“You always call me solnyshko,” he teased, running one hand
down Viktor’s side and sliding the other up to tangle lightly in his hair. “People
might think you’re getting…predictable.”