‘Oh, so you’re in a female-fronted metal band?’ 'Oh, yeah? Am I?’ What on earth does that say? Because then Revamp is a female-fronted metal band, and so is Nightwish. But those bands don’t sound alike at all. Arch Enemy is a female-fronted metal band, but so is Delain. They don’t sound alike at all. The only thing they both are are metal bands, but the style within metal is so massively different that it doesn’t really say much whether there’s a girl singing or not.
I made a new version of this set because of one particular reason. Alissa wasn’t included in the previous one, and so some concluded that she isn’t liked. So here she is, as a part of the family. I only used pictures of my personal favorite singers, so if a particular singer isn’t in here, it’s not because she isn’t liked by the others.
Since Yuri!!! On Ice has been stuck on my mind for the past few months days, I decided to write a fic for it :)
This lovely AU fic is for @barechu for an art trade! I hope you like it! I tried my best with the lovely prompt you sent me (I fell in love with it the moment you sent it).
Honestly, I don’t think I’ll be able to shake off Viktuuri anytime soon.
None of the characters are mine. All copyright to the creators of Yuri on Ice.
Snow pelted the large bakery windows softly at 1 PM, sliding down the clear glass before mingling with the rest in a pile at the bottom. Yuuri Katsuki watched in wonder at the snow outside, his hands absentmindedly pouring another layer of cake batter into the metal cake pan in front of him. It didn’t matter if he had lived in Hasetsu, Japan all his life; snow would always be something otherworldly to him. Especially since it was Christmas today.
“Yuuri, what are you doing in the kitchen at this time? We have customers.” his sister, Mari Katsuki, called from the front.
Yuuri snapped out of his trance, abruptly pulling away the bowl he was holding so the cake batter would stop its descend to the cake pan. He was making a Napoleon Cake, and it took a pain stakingly long time to pour every individual layer and baking it. But he didn’t mind. It was Christmas after all. Glancing behind him, Yuuri raised an eyebrow at his sister where she stood at the open doorway between the kitchen and the front counter.
“I’m making the special for today. I saw a recipe online for Napoleon Cake when I was searching for things to make last night,” he paused, moving to set the cake pan into the oven once more, “It’ll be done in 30 minutes, you can handle the front for now, right?”
Mari rolled her eyes with a nod, the most acknowledgement she’d give her brother for his obsession with baking. It was, after all, what made him open this cafe: Hasetsu Cafe - one of the most well known in the small town. At the age of 20, Yuuri had decided to fulfil his dreams with the money he had earned from his previous jobs. Four years later, at 24, it had become one of the biggest successes in his life.
As the oven dinged, signalling that the next layer was ready, Yuuri bent down to bring it back up onto the counter.
Just three more layers, he thought as he slowly poured the cake batter once more with precision.
Like he expected, it took him 30 minutes to finish the cake, moved it onto a ceramic cake platter that was adorned with a green and red ribbon for Christmas, and set it into the freezer display in the front counter. With a proud smile, Yuuri went over to the black chalkboard settled beside the counter and added Napoleon Cake to the top of the specials list for the day with his blue chalk:
- Napoleon Cake
- Hazelnut Latte Cake
- Gingerbread Cake
With a smile still intact on his face, Yuuri went back to clean up the mess he had made and to change his flour covered shirt to his specially nice button up he brought over for Christmas. Albeit he was still going to wear the bakery apron over it. Slicking back his hair and wiping his glasses clean one last time, Yuuri joined his sister in the front counter who was beginning to struggle with the number of customers walking in through the front door.
“Counter’s open!” he announced loudly as customers began to line up on his row. He couldn’t imagine a better way to spend his Christmas.
Viktor Nikiforov never knew how to feel during his birthday. Of course, it was Christmas day too so there was some form of happiness he felt. But for some reasons, his birthday always reminded him of loneliness - even with many of his friends being in Japan at the moment ready to celebrate in a few hours at the hotel he was staying at.