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Small Towns

A/N: I know this isn’t the Oscars and I’m not really required to give any type of speech. But this is my first nonacademic piece of writing and I’m proud of myself so I’m going to. I just wanted to thank @mendescutie for both inspiring me to write and for posting this, and for providing me with golden ideas. As well as @ihaveabadreputation who inspires me with everything she writes and is just the all around best. I hope this is okay. I’d really appreciate constructive criticism. Your feedback is extremely important to me.

A bell rang above my head as I opened the door, making my presence known to Lou’s diner. I took a deep breath as a combination of coffee, bacon, and waffle batter danced through the air. Lou’s diner had become a Saturday tradition. Initially, it was me and Nat, my best friend and ex-roommate, but then she moved out and in with her boyfriend, Cody. So now, Saturday morning at Lou’s was a sacred tradition upheld solely by myself.

“Well if it isn’t the prettiest face on this side of the world!” A deep, raspy voice called from behind the counter. I glanced over at the group of people impatiently waiting and in a semi-line in front of me. Saturdays were normally slow and peaceful, but today was different. Nearly every table was spoken for and the line of people waiting to place a to-go order as almost to the door.

“Hi Lou!” I giggled lifting my hand. I walked past the line of people, stepping far to the left so no one would think I was cutting. “Wow, it’s packed in here!”

“Don’t worry your spot is safe.” He chuckled, striding over to the coffee pot and pouring a cup. He added 1 cream no sugar, just the way I liked it, before placing it on the counter and sliding it closer to me. “I’m assuming you don’t need the menu?”

“Nope. And thanks.” I said bringing the mug to my smiling lips.

Lou wiped his hands on his white apron seeming to trace perfect circle of his torso. “Anytime, doll. There might be a bit of a wait today.” He said with a sigh of anxiety, looking around at all the tables still awaiting their food. The bell above the door rang again welcoming a family of six as. A look of terror fell over his pale face and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Lou was too sweet to be stressed about anything, even customers.

I turned to wave at the toddler gripping onto his mother’s index finger then glanced over at my little red table, shiny and waiting. “That’s fine.” I said facing Lou once again. “Take your time, I can wait.”

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Small Towns (Part 1)

A/N: I figured i would put this up on my blog as well. I know this isn’t the Oscars and I’m not really required to give any type of speech. But this is my first nonacademic piece of writing and I’m proud of myself so I’m going to. I just wanted to thank @mendescutie for both inspiring me to write and for posting this, and for providing me with golden ideas. As well as @ihaveabadreputation who inspires me with everything she writes and is just the all-around best. I hope this is okay. I’d really appreciate constructive criticism. Your feedback is extremely important to me.

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A bell rang above my head as I opened the door, making my presence known to Lou’s diner. I took a deep breath as a combination of coffee, bacon, and waffle batter danced through the air. Lou’s diner had become a Saturday tradition. Initially, it was me and Nat, my best friend and ex-roommate, but then she moved out and in with her boyfriend, Cody. So now, Saturday morning at Lou’s was a sacred tradition upheld solely by myself.

“Well if it isn’t the prettiest face on this side of the world!” A deep, raspy voice called from behind the counter. I glanced over at the group of people impatiently waiting and in a semi-line in front of me. Saturdays were normally slow and peaceful, but today was different. Nearly every table was spoken for and the line of people waiting to place a to-go order as almost to the door.

“Hi Lou!” I giggled lifting my hand. I walked past the line of people, stepping far to the left so no one would think I was cutting. “Wow, it’s packed in here!”

“Don’t worry your spot is safe.” He chuckled, striding over to the coffee pot and pouring a cup. He added 1 cream no sugar, just the way I liked it, before placing it on the counter and sliding it closer to me. “I’m assuming you don’t need the menu?”

“Nope. And thanks.” I said bringing the mug to my smiling lips.

Lou wiped his hands on his white apron seeming to trace perfect circle of his torso. “Anytime, doll. There might be a bit of a wait today.” He said with a sigh of anxiety, looking around at all the tables still awaiting their food. The bell above the door rang again welcoming a family of six as. A look of terror fell over his pale face and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Lou was too sweet to be stressed about anything, even customers.

I turned to wave at the toddler gripping onto his mother’s index finger then glanced over at my little red table, shiny and waiting. “That’s fine.” I said facing Lou once again. “Take your time, I can wait.”

He winked and disappeared again into the kitchen already shouting orders from behind the double doors. I turned and started towards my table, already digging in my bag for my book. I slid into the booth facing the LED “Open” sign in the window and kicked my feet up onto the cushions across from me, my nose already buried in the book.

Fifteen minutes went by before my reading was interrupted by the toddler screaming his head off two tables over. He was fighting with his older brother over the cheap box of crayons that the waitress had apparently only given them one of. I flashed a sympathetic smile to mother who was desperately trying to hush her children. She glanced around the diner meeting the eyes on her when an apologetic look. The bell above the door rang once more and a familiar shape stepped into in to the diner with a brunette following close behind.  

“Shawn!” I heard Lou call from the Kitchen before the two silver doors swung open. I sunk deeper into my chair resisting the urge to look at them. “I was beginning to think you fell off the side of the earth!”

Began to plot my escape. I would wait for them to sit down somewhere, ideally on the far opposite side of the diner, and then cancel my order and slip out of the door unnoticed. How is it that I had managed to avoid him for six months only to run in to him here of all places? That’s the problem with living in a small town, your never completely free of someone. You’re always going to hear about them, and you’re always going to run into them from time to time. Despite your best efforts.

“Didn’t you hear? The Earth is round now, Lou.” Shawn’s familiar laugh  rang through the diner, sending a chill down my spine. “It’s nice to see you again, man. Business is really booming these days.” He continued, passing the line in his familiar stride and placing his hands on the counter. The girl followed shortly after, placing her hand on top of his.

“Only today. Normally this ones the only one here on a Saturday morning.” Lou said nodding towards my table.

I lowered my book from over my face with a sheepish smile. There goes the great escape. “What can I say? A Saturday morning isn’t complete without a waffle from Lou’s.” I said marking my place and sitting upright. Shawn flashed an awkward smile when he saw me before hesitantly making is way to my table, hand in hand with the brunette. The closer they got, the more beautiful she became. I suddenly began to question my own beauty.

“Y/N, hey. How have you been?” Shawn said placing his hand on the back of the booth across from me.

“Great!” I lied with a smile.

“That’s good to hear.” He nodded, his gaze lingering on me for a beat longer than normal. “Oh, Y/N, this is violet.” He said taking a step closer to her and placing his hand on the small of her back the way he’d once done to me when introducing me to new people. “Violet, Y/N.”

“Violet,” I repeated as though it were the first time I was hearing the name. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Shawn had begun dating Violet two months after our split. So needless to say, Nat and I did our fair share of social media stalking which wasn’t hard with all of the articles released when the word of their relationship spread. Violet was a 24 year old local model who owned two cats and was even more gorgeous in person.

“It’s so nice to meet you too!” she said extending her hand. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

I suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable thinking about what a conversation about me would entail. Good things or bad things? I scanned my mind, thinking of who in Shawn’s circle would even care to bring me up and suddenly it hit me. “How is Aaliyah?” I asked returning my attention to Shawn.

“She’s great. Really great.” He beamed. “She just finished her first semester of grade 11. Oh and she’s dating now. She’s got a boyfriend. I can’t ever remember his name. It starts with a “D”?”

“Dustin!? She’s dating Dustin?” I exclaimed. Dustin had been Aaliyah’s crush since middle school. When she spent weekends at the house, we spent hours after Shawn drifted off talking about him. I even got to meet him once.

“Yeah…” Shawn said narrowing his eyes at me. “How’d you know about him?”

“What?” I chuckled “You think I never talked boys with Liyah?” Shawn crunched his nose up no doubt at the thought of his sister telling be about the boys she liked, or rather her liking boys at all. “Dustin’s a good kid, Shawn. You be nice to him.” I scolded.

He raised his hands defensively. “Hey, as long and she’s stealing his sweaters and not mine, I have no problem with the kid.”

I laughed for a moment letting go the tension. I playfully rolled my eyes. “I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again.” I said mimicking Aaliyah in in an argument they’d once had “If you don’t want people to steal your sweaters, you shouldn’t buy such comfortable sweaters.” We both broke out into more laughter. I glanced over to Violet, who had clearly been left out of the joke. Taking note of her discomfort, I changed the subject. “God, I miss that girl!” I sighed.

“She’s actually in town this weekend!” she offered eager to be a part of the conversation again.

“Is she really?” I said looking to Shawn for confirmation.

“Oh yeah,” He said twisting the thick silver ring on his middle finger the way he always did when he was uncomfortable. “She’s, uh, in town for the party.”

“The party?” I quizzed.

“His album release party.” Violet added sounding as excited as Shawn should have.

“Hey! Wow! Album six? Congrats!” I said rising to my feet to give him a hug. I felt violets glare on the side of my head as I reached my arm around his neck and slipped the other around his waist. “That’s huge. What’s it been? A year?”

“A year and three months exactly.” He laughed nervously “I honestly wasn’t sure I’d ever finish it.”

“Well I can’t wait to hear it.” I said remembering some of the songs that were written for album six. More specifically, the ones written for me. I wondered if he kept them.

“You should totally come to the party! Be one of the first to hear the completed album in all of its glory.” Violet said enthusiastically.

“Oh, I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to-” I nervously began thinking up excuses as to why I couldn’t go.

“No come. Really. I want you there.” Shawn said. He must have picked up on the look Violet was giving him because he quickly added, “You were there when I started writing it, it’s only fitting you’re there for the release. Come.”

I stepped back towards my chair as I saw the new waitress- Miranda I think her name is- approaching with my order. “I’ll, uh, I’ll think about it.” I said distracted, clearing my book out of the way. “Thank you, hon.” I smiled as she placed my plate on the table along with a couple of extra napkins. Lou had given me an extra waffle and enough whipped cream to send a small elephant into a sugar rush.

“Yeah think about it.” Violet encouraged revealing her perfect smile. “It’s next Friday at the house. It starts at 8, ends whenever. It was nice to meet you again, sweetie. Hope to see you there!” She took Shawn by the hand and steered him to an empty table on the opposite side of the diner. I was almost too distracted by the waffle tower awaiting me to catch the fact that she called it the apartment as opposed to his apartment. Did that mean they were living together? They’ve only been together 4 months. Not that I was keeping track.


The first thing I thought to do when I arrived back at my apartment was call Natalie and fill her in on everything. “You met her? No way! What was she like? I so regret moving right now. Tell me everything.” She practically yelled through the phone.

“She called me sweetie.”

“Gross.”

“Right?!” I laughed moving towards my couch. “But I don’t know. She seemed okay, and he looked happy with her.” I said, the words burning my stomach. “They invited me to the album six release party.”

“Album six? You mean the never ending album of ‘I love Y/N’? That’s still happening?” she asked.

“It appears so. It drops on Saturday, the party’s on Friday.”

“Are you going to go?”

“Haven’t decided yet. Probably not.”

“What?! Why not? You have to!” Nat cried, falling into her beloved outside voice.

“Why?!” I said matching her tone.

“Because!! It’s the never ending album of ‘I love Y/N’! Don’t you wanna be there for that? And who says no to free food?”

“You’ve got a point.” I admitted. “And plus Aaliyah is going to be there. I’d love to see her again.”

“Exactly, so you’re going.” she beamed. “And I’m coming over to help you chose an outfit.” She added, hanging up the phone before I could protest.



That Friday, I stood in front of the house I once called home, in an uncomfortable top, unsure of why I was really there. I considered for a moment jumping back in my car and forgetting any of this had ever happened. But it was too late to turn back now, I was there and I’d brought a gift. I forced myself forward and tightened my grip on the box in my hands. I reached the front door and it swung open before I could knock.

“Y/N!” Aaliyah shrieked. “You came!”

I set the box on the floor beside me where the shoe rack had once been and scooped her into my arms. “Liyah!” I cried just as loud as she had. “ Of course I came! I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too!” she cried, stepping out of my arms only to leap back in seconds later. “How’s the roommate life?” She asked.

“It actually the solo life now.” I said giving her a squeeze before letting go and picking up my box.

“Oh, really?” Shawn’s voice called from the kitchen. “Since when? You didn’t tell me this.” He was already approaching me with one arm extended for a hug.

“Yeah. About 2 months ago actually. Nat moved in with her boyfriend.” I said leaning my head into his chest. It was slightly more firm than I remembered. And he’d changed his cologne.

“Oh yeah?” he said once he let me go.

“Yep.” For the first time in six months I found myself really looking into his eyes. They were greener. “Oh, hey, I got you a gift! It’s nothing big, but-” I placed the box in his hands.

“You didn’t have to do that!” he said eagerly lifting the top off the box. I watched nervously for his response as he pulled out the painting. It took him a beat to recognize it, but the second he did is eyes grow wide and his moth opened into a smile.

When Shawn had first started writing album six, I spent an entire day convincing him to play me a song. He normally refused to play me any song he was still in the process of writing because him, being the perfectionist he is, only wanted me to hear the best version of his writing. But for some reason, this day he caved and he played for me the most captivating song he’s ever written. I decided a verbal response wouldn’t do justice to my emotions. Instead, I expressed them the best way I knew how, with paint. Shawn begged me for months to hang it somewhere. “Even if it’s in the bathroom!” he had pleaded. “Someone needs to see this!” But I refused. I accidentally stumbled upon it the night before and figured it deserved to be with someone who loved it as much as Shawn did.

“I loved this one!” he finally replied.

“I know.” I laughed.

Aaliyah moved closer to Shawn and looked over his shoulder. “Woah, Y/N, did you do this yourself.”

“Yes ma’am.” I said laughing and how dorky I sounded.

“It’s amazing! I love the greens.” She praised.

“Thanks!”

“I love it, really.” Shawn said stepping in for another hug.

As if on cue, Violet popped out from behind the archway leading to the living room. “Y/N! Oh, I’m so glad you could make it!” She said stepping around Shawn and pulling me into a squeeze.

“Hey Violet.” I managed trying to hide my dismay.

“Come in, everyone’s in the living room. Have you met the team yet?” She asked stepping back closer to Shawn. Something about her expression made me feel uncomfortable.

“Yeah I’ve met them. They’re great.” I said awkwardly taking a step closer to Aaliyah.

“Aren’t they just the best? Come on I’m sure they’d love to say hi!” Violet grabbed Shawn’s arm and led him into the living room expecting Aaliyah and I to follow.

I looked back to Aaliyah and she rolled her eyes. “I hate her.” She whispered before locking her arm in mine.

“Shhhh” I giggled as we fell behind Shawn and Violet. “Be nice.”

“Guys! Y/N is here!” Violet sang, competing with the music that was significantly louder than she was.

As I stepped into the room, it was like stepping into a parallel universe. The furniture had been replaced, the walls were painted, the pictures on the walls had changed. I stopped for a moment, taking in the scene. The team sat both on the couches and on the floor, only barely having heard Violet. I didn’t really know what to expect of them. I didn’t know how much Shawn had told them about how we ended things and why. I stood with a goofy smile on my face and waved. “Hi guys.” I laughed nervously

Geoff was the first to jump off the couch and scoop me into a bear hug which quickly became a group hug. “Hey, kid! How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been great.” I laughed. “I’ve missed you guys.”

“We’ve missed you to. A lot. No one brings us donuts at rehearsal anymore.”

“A donut-less rehearsal? You’re breaking my heart.”

I suddenly felt more comfortable as I continued to joke around with the gang, just like old times. I exchanged stories of my recent apartment adventures for stories of pranks pulled on the newest members of the team and just about everyone else really.

“Aw man, you shoulda seen his face.” Brian said laughing in between almost every word. “I think I still have the video, hold on.” He dug into his back pocket for his phone. And two minutes later I was laughing just as hard as he was.

As the time went by, the crowd got larger and the music got louder. By 9:30 it was a proper house party. I shoved my way into the kitchen, searching for Aaliyah but instead found Shawn. Standing alone with two cups in hand.

“Hey!” He said raising his eyebrows when he saw me. “I was just looking for you.”

I ignored the butterflies I felt in my stomach as I got closer to him. “So it’s safe to assume one of those is for me then?” I said nodding towards the drinks in his hands. He nodded and offered one up to me before leaning back against the refrigerator behind him. I took a sip of the drink, which turned out to be beer, and felt his eyes on me as I continued to study my cup.

“So you never told me what you think about the house.” He said finally, stepping closer so I could hear him above the music.

“Ohhh yeah.” I responded pretending I hadn’t noticed that every sign of my existence had been erased. I took a beat before responding. “Wow, you would never believe that someone with good taste actually used to live here.” I joked. Shawn raised a hand to his chest and dropped his jaw, pretending to be hurt.

“It’s not that bad.” He said defensively glaring at me from over the rim of his cup as he took a sip.

“No, it’s not bad at all.” I laughed. “It’s just… different. Definitely different.”

“Not everything is.” He replied picking up in the slight disappointment in my voice.

“What do you mean?” I questioned, raising my cup to my lips once again.

“Come with me.” He said extending his hand which I instinctively took hold of.

Before I could protest going anywhere alone, we were already making our way up the stairs. I already recognized the familiar path we were walking, I knew exactly where he was taking me. He turned his head back towards me slightly and smiled before opening the door and pulling me in. I was standing in my art room. Untouched, everything just as I had  left it, it even smelled the same. I felt the energy in the room and closed my eyes remembering all the hours I had once spent in here. “You kept it? Why?”

“You loved this place.” He explained. “It would’ve killed me to do anything to it.”

In that moment I realized that he was showing me so much more than an art room. He was showing me a piece of his heart, the piece that still had me in it. I took in the details of the room that I had long forgotten. I walked around touching nearly everything I passed my old pencils, my old paint, the expensive brushes he had surprised me with two birthdays ago that I was too afraid to use. “Thanks for showing me this, really.” I said, my voice cracking as I slowly made my way back to the center of the room where he was now standing.

“Of course.” He said pulling me into a hug that was different than the previous one. This one was real. He loosened his grip but didn’t let go completely, giving us just enough space to look each other in the eye. A chill went down my spine as we stood lost in time. For a moment I forgot there was a party downstairs, I forgot there was a new girl, I forgot the rest of the house had changed. For a moment I felt like I was exactly where I wanted to be. My hand traveled from his neck into his curly hair. I pushed my body against his once more. He placed his hand on my cheek and passionately pressed his lips onto mine making every cell in my body danced. He pulled me closer if that were even possible, his hands exploring my body as if it were the first time. I began to think how much I missed this, how much I wanted to have this again as I ran my hand down his back. But then I realized it wasn’t mine to have. It was Violet’s. I pushed myself out of the comfort and safety of his arms and back into the real world.

“Y/N,” he began taking a step towards me but I took two steps back.  “I’m so sorry”

“Don’t be.” I said stumbling over my words and the carpet beneath me. “We should get back down there before someone misses us.” I said already passing through the doorframe.

“Wait. Don’t you wanna talk about this?” Shawn called after me, but it was too late I had already started down the stairs leaving him no choice but to follow.

“There you are!” Violet said from the bottom of the staircase looking curiously at me and then up to Shawn. I felt my stomach turn as I inched closer and closer to her. “I’ve been looking for you for like ten minutes.” Ten minutes? I felt as though I’d just spent an entire lifetime in that room. I struggled to regain my balance as I stood motionless on the tile floor.

“Oh yeah, I was showing Y/N the art room.” Shawn said avoiding her eyes.

“Oh.” Violets glare lingered on him suspiciously but she moved on. “Well I was gonna start playing the album unless you wanted to wait a little longer. After the album the party’s pretty much over.”

“No that’s great! Let’s do it.” Shawn said placing his hand on her back and guiding her to the living room.

“The art room huh?” Aaliyah said from behind me making me jump.

“Dustin huh?” I shot back with a smirk. “My phone still works you know?”

Aaliyah rolled her eyes and nudged me. “A phone works both ways.”

“Touché” I giggled.

“He still talks about you, you know?” She offered.

“Dustin?” I asked jokingly, not wanting to talk about Shawn or even think about him.

“I’m serious.” She responded rolling her eyes. “Y/N, Shawn is still in love with you.” My heart jumped and I fought the smile my lips were forming.

“Come on.” I said ignoring her “Let’s go hear this album.”

“Okay everyone!” Violet started as we walked into the room and took our seats. “So as all of you know, Shawn has been working on ‘Album Six’ for a long Year and 3 months. And I’m proud to say its finally finished.”

“Hell yeah it is!” Geoff shouted, prompting everyone else to make some noise.

“And I know you all probably want me to shut up and play it already,” she continued when the cheering settled.But Shawn and I have a little announcement to make to you, our friends and family, before I do.”

My heart stopped momentarily as I glanced at her bare ring finger and then to her flat stomach.

“Shawn and I are moving in together!” She shouted with a smile.

Shawn turned a new shade of red as he looked for me in the crowd to see my reaction. I took a sharp inhale and felt my stomach drop when he found my eyes. He looked at me apologetically before the clapping started and his focus turned back to Violet. He smiled and nodded in acknowledgement of the crowd congratulating him, occasionally glancing back at me.

I felt tears begin to form in my eyes but I couldn’t explain why. I thought I was over him. I stopped whatever just happened in that room, not him. I shouldn’t care what him and Violet do. But I did.

“Leave it to me to make tonight all about myself.” Violet said sheepishly. “Sorry, babe. Shall we play the album now?” She asked making her way to a laptop that was sitting on top of one of the rented party speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you album number six!

The first song began and I immediately recognized the medley. It was the song I painted. It was my song. Or was it hers now? Suddenly images crept into my mind of Violet repainting the walls- my walls, and moving her probably hideous home décor into my art room and turning it into some weird ass yoga/meditation room. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my anger for the Aaliyah’s sake who was still seated beside me. I knew she would react in the same way did.  She moved closer to me and rested her cheek on my shoulder and I leaned my head onto hers in response. “I’m sorry.” She said. “She probably did that on purpose. Did you see Shawn’s face? There’s no way that was part of the plan. Who announces moving in together anyways?”

I lifted my head and shifted my weight so I was facing her. “She’s not all bad you know? Your brother loves her so that’s gotta say something right? You don’t have to hate her just because you love me. Give her a chance.” I said.

Aaliyah nodded reluctantly. “Alright. You’re right. I just really miss having you around.” she admitted.

“I didn’t go anywhere.” I reminded her. “I’ve always been a phone call away.” I wrapped my arm around her. “I mean it. Call me anytime.”

“Okay, I will.” She said sounding only slightly relieved.

“You’re here until Sunday right?” I asked.

“No I leave tomorrow.”

“Oh. Well call me next time you’re up here for the weekend. We’ll have a girls day.”

“Wait, are you leaving?” she asked. “You sound like your saying goodbye.”

“Goodbye for now.” I said. The disappointment on her face killed me. “Pickering is 8 hours away and I still haven’t talked to Dustin yet. I’ll be up there soon.” I tried to comfort her. We both got up and started towards the door.

“You have talked to Dustin.” She said raising an eyebrow.

“Ah but that was before you guys were dating. Now I need to talk to Dustin.” I said throwing my arm around her shoulders.

“Oh god. Please don’t.” She laughed “But do come visit.”

“I will. I promise.” I assured her. “Take care of yourself Liyah.”

“I’ll text you.” She promised as we reached the door and I took hold of the door knob

“You better.” I said raising my eyebrows as I turned the knob. I raised my hand to wave goodbye one last time before stepping into the freezing air. Hugging myself, I walked down the driveway moving my palms up and down my upper arms trying to warm myself up. I kicked myself for not thinking to bring a jacket. I only made it halfway down before I heard the door open again, followed by Shawn’s voice.  

“Y/N! Hey! Slow down!” He called from behind me.

I turned around not expecting him to be as close as he was. He must have ran.

“You didn’t say goodbye.” He huffed, out of breath.

“Goodbye.” I said. The last thing I wanted to do at the moment was talk to him. I took a step back but he grabbed my wrist before I could turn around completely.

“Hey, I’m sorry about all of that. I didn’t know she was gunna-“

“It’s fine.” I said sharply. Pulling my wrist away from him. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m happy for you. Really, congratulations.” I added forcing a smile onto my lips.

He looked down to the floor and ran his fingers through his hair. He seemed to hesitate before speaking again. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Y/N.” He confessed.

“What do you mean?”

“This!” He said motioning towards the house. “All of this. Violet, moving in, redecorating, all of it. It’s not…” He moved his hands frantically in front of him searching for the right word. “Right. I didn’t even ask her to move in,  it was her idea. We’ve only been together for four months! Not to mention Aaliyah hates her. What if she stops coming over?”

“Aaliyah loves you and she wants you to be happy. She’ll come around.” I assured.

“But I’m not! I’m not happy!” He said now talking notably faster. I knew better than to try and interrupt him when he was like this so I  sat patiently and let him go on with his tangent. “I’m just- I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m just doing what everyone else thinks I should be doing to get over you. ” he paused to take a breath before continuing, “But I’m not over you. And what I felt when I saw you in that diner on Saturday, and what I felt with you up in that room just now, those were the first genuine feelings I’ve had in six months.“

“Shawn-“

“No just listen. I love you, Y/N. I am in love with you. I always have been, and I always will be. A-and you can pretend that you don’t feel it too, but you do. I know you do. That’s a why you go to the same diner every Saturday morning, and order the same meal, and sit in the same spot that we did two and a half years ago the first time I told you I love you.”

“How did you-“

“I figured it out.” I he said breathing heavy.

I stood in shock, tears rolling down my face. I tried to think of something, anything, to say. But nothing came to mind.

“Say something.” He pleaded. The cold weather had turned his nose red but he didn’t seem to notice or care.

I thought of all of the things I could have said, all  the things I wanted to say to him. But what would it change? At the end of the day, he was going to walk back into that house and be with Violet, and I was going to go home and be alone. “It doesn’t matter.” I finally whispered, feeling numb.

“What?”

“It doesn’t matter.” I repeated louder, my voice cracking as I did. “The diner, the table, the art room, none of it.” I paused searching for the words to continue. “Look, this- what happened tonight, was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come here and I’m sorry. I wish, so so badly, that we could have worked. Because I really do love you. But we didn’t and that’s just how it is. So right now, you have to go back to your party and be with your girlfriend. And I have to go home.” I sniffled.

I studied his face, not really sure of what reaction I expected from him. A part of me hoped he would fight, that he wouldn’t accept anything I’d just said, that he would pull me into his arms again and tell me we were going to be all right. But a part of me knew he wasn’t going to. As much as I didn’t want to be, I was right and we both knew it. He dropped his shoulders in surrender, opening his mouth to say something but it didn’t come out.

“A gym.” I said quietly, words falling from my lips before I even had time to process what was happening.

“A what?” he looked back up to me with furrowed borrows.

“The art room. Make it a home gym. You always used to talk about how much you wanted one.” I said. “The supplies in there are old and I’ve replaced them all anyways, you can just toss them. Paint the walls, buy a treadmill, make it a gym.” And with that, I turned on my toes and continued down to the end of the driveway without any protest from him. I got in my car, stuck my key in the ignition and pulled off. I didn’t know where I’d just left my relationship with Shawn, or what his confessions meant for his relationship with Violet. All I knew for sure is that that I wished more than anything I could take back everything I’d just said to him.

8

At PaleyFest, the host asked each cast member who their favorite clone is…

In typical Ebro fashion, she gushes over her personal fave and proceeds to be an adorable, awkward, swooning, marshmallow puppy. 
Easy now, Evelyne, your Delphine is showing. 

i got an ask for Kara with potstickers so here you go

2

stupid sexy draco malfoy 

taking place after harry’s bi awakening

I just wanna stay in the sun where I find
Pieces of peace in the sun’s peace of mind
I know it’s hard sometimes
Yeah, I think about the end just way too much
But it’s fun to fantasize
On my enemies who wouldn’t wish who I was
But it’s fun to fantasize

Oh, oh, I’m falling, so I’m taking my time on my ride

*Lyrics from Twenty one pilots - Ride

Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum in the happy days before Altissia, Final Fantasy XV

8

Happy Mother’s Day Women of Bones! 🌸

2

Rebelcaptain Pirates AU

She’d heard the stories, sung by the maidens to frighten her, “The pirates will come if you don’t sleep right now.”

She’d closed her eyes, but she couldn’t sleep without her papa’s kiss on her forehead, so the next day she’d thought they would break the door down, their faces blackened by soot and with sharpened swords, ready to take her away.

What happened years later had been different. Their kidnapping much more elegant, Captain Cassian Andor was bent to treat her like the lady she was.

She ate at his table while he scrutinized plans and maps.

Some stories were true, they were dirty and crass, but they looked at the sea with longing. Something she was jealous of.

So she too looks at the sea, trying to see what they could see.

She licks her lips and tastes the salty air.

“Enjoying the view?” Cassian asks, hand on the railing.

She’s learned to politely answer, to bow her head and smile, but she doesn’t, she refuses to. “The same blue, the same waves,” she answers, with more firmness than she thought she had.

“You will get used to it.”

"Do you plan to keep me here for a long time?”

“Until we find your father,” he shrugs, his smile still on his face, as if it pleased him to irritate her.

“I told you, I do not know where he is.”

“Oh, but I do, and I need you for him to be more …” he is looking for the words, or perhaps playing the threatening card, “complacent.”

And she’d be standing next to me [x]

(Woo! Leslie actually did some semi-finished artsy stuff!)

2

Opened up Critical Role-based art prompts on twitter and got “Gilmore gets a pet” and “Gilmore has a baby dragon” so I combined the two! I wasn’t sure which colour I preferred so here are both! 

 Kylux Royalty AU: On the Crumbling Precipice of Something Greater

“But what if you don’t love him?”

“That doesn’t matter, Rey.” 


(Or, the Senator/General arranged marriage AU I drafted up that’s been consuming my life as of late.)

FIC RECS FOR THE SOUL

Hey you guys! (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ I’ve thought of making a part two for my first ficrec and here it is! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this as much as I’ve enjoyed making this ficlist. Have a great time reading all these! Gives you more of a chance to fall in love with Victuuri even more! ╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡ As always, read the tags before reading because some might have some triggers, also, don’t forget to leave a kudos for the authors!

Dog People by stillmadaboutpetra

Yuuri thinks his life is progressing nicely. Good job. Nice apartment. Boyfriend? Nevermind: cheating ex boyfriend

His blackout drunken antics attract the young Olympic-gold level skater, Victor Nikiforov, who’s fled from skating in the middle of the season after fainting on the ice.

It all sounds very serendipitous but Yuuri wants nothing to do with men. Victor, desperate and running from his problems, promises that instead of a man, he’ll be Yuuri’s “pet” if that means he can stay with Yuuri for a little, citing that he has nowhere else to turn. Yuuri’s concerned that this shameless man who is willing to sacrifice his dignity so readily will get himself in trouble, so he accepts the offer with second-hand embarrassment.

This gambit lasts for all of two days before Yuuri finds himself teaching an ice skater how to dance off his blades, and Victor starts finding new reasons to stay in Japan.


Panta Rhei by Kashoku

This was a mistake. Viktor needed to somehow pry Yuuri off of him and leave the room immediately. Viktor was drunk, and Yuuri was so far beyond gone that there wasn’t even a word for it. But the alpha in Viktor was having an incredibly difficult time resisting the pungent scent of cherry blossoms and ocean that filled his nose. Viktor snapped.

They had been reckless.


Five Times Katsuki Yuuri Misses and “I love you” (and one time he doesn’t)
 by preciousbunnynoiz

Sometimes an I love you is missed by the person it’s directed at and Yuuri is hardly the most observant of people.


Fiance Tag by kissyuuri (weesynthpixie)

Yuuri knows they were celebrating….something. But he can’t remember what. All he knows is that he was drunk and that he’s going to kill Phichit because chances are Phichit started all of this. And there might have been some video recording?


of course it’s not like in the movies by luni

Yuuri didn’t know what he expected when having sex with Viktor Nikiforov stopped being a teenage fantasy and turned into reality.

One thing is for sure: it’s not like in the movies.


An Aviator’s Heart by Kagami_Sorako

Teenager Yuuri always thought his future would be on the ice. But it changed when one day he finds a dragon egg. Curious he brings it home and soon the dragon hatches and Yuuri finds himself inexplicably drawn to him. After Aoba and him are found out, they have to enter the Dragon Air Force and Yuuri has to proof himself to the other dragon captains, the Air Corps and the whole military, all the while having to care for a way too curious and intelligent dragon.

Eight years later Yuuri is a highly decorated officer and war hero and meets his long lasting Figure Skating Idol Viktor Nikiforov. After a lot of problems and confusion, Viktor and Yuuri grow closer. Everything could be perfect … if it weren’t for an overly possessive and jealous dragon who is not at all pleased at the idea of sharing his beloved captain and aviator with an insolent and ungrateful Figure Skater.


Well This Sucks by mayelisa

Over the past few hundred years, Victor Nikiforov has perfected the art of luring women (and the occasional man) into his arms for an evening of passion and blood lust. But when he targets an unsuspecting college student, he quickly finds out that his antiquated techniques won’t cut it in the modern world and he needs to rethink things.


Nothing Holding Me Back by smolyuuri

They’ve come back from a mission that almost costed Victor’s life. Yuuri is frustrated at Victor for allowing that to happen and gives him a reason to always stay safe.


moonrise by fan_nerd

Prince Katsuki and Crown Prince Nikiforov have been dancing around each other for many seasons. After several moonlit meetings, they finally decide to formalize a union.


all that glitters by fan_nerd

Victor keeps looking at his coach’s lips. He puts a hand to his chest in utter frustration. Yuuri is just so, so unfairly handsome, and this fact is slowly killing him.

Yuuri turns to him, pushing up his glasses and quirking an eyebrow at his Russian student. “What’s wrong?”

I love you desperately, he thinks.

Aloud, Victor says, “Oh, nothing.”


fawning by fan_nerd

Victor is sloppy drunk. Yuri Plisetsky snaps pictures of the silver-haired man unbuttoning his jacket.

“You see that guy?” Victor slurs, hiccuping around a fresh mouthful of champagne. “That’s…that’s the best guy in the world. Do you - mmm - do you think he would say yes if I asked him to dance?” After a pause, he belts out the GPF gold medalist’s name.

Yuuri turns with a tipsy smile.

The Japanese man is so handsome, and Victor, who’s currently wasted, is so screwed.


cover story by fan_nerd

Yuuri stares down at the person standing in the doorway. The stranger hisses, “Who do you think you are, anyways?”

Quickly, before he can really think about it, Yuuri responds, “I’m Victor’s boyfriend.”

It’s a lie, but the words feel good in his mouth, and for some reason, he doesn’t want to take them back.


Paperback by tachyarrhythmia

For Yuuri, managing a quaint, little bookstore in a far-off corner of a small town is everything he could have asked for. He earns well, the folks are not that much interesting, the coffee here is great, he has nice friends and he’s got an endless pile of books.

It’s enough to make him stay, despite the desolate and boring atmosphere; that is until the Newcomer comes along.


Healthy Impropriety by mtothedestiel

Victor is the wealthy master of the Nikiforov estate. At a society party he’s swept off his feet by the mysterious, suave, and very drunk Katsuki Yuuri.

 Victor aims to declare his love and secure Mr. Katsuki’s hand in marriage, but first he has to find him! 


Years of Dreams Just Can’t be Wrong by bisexualnikiforov

buddy it’s the yuri!!! on ice anastasia au that no one asked for but i’m writing anyway


ebony & ivory by wbtrashking (fan_nerd)

Yuuri jumps when someone hurries into the elevator, apologizing profusely.

The apartment complex is full of eccentrics, seeing as it’s only a few miles from the artistic center of town. It isn’t the first time that the concert pianist has run into someone who’s late for work, fussing with their hair, or adjusting the lapels of a suit. Yuuri taps out a rhythm to fill the silence, something original.

When he sees the silver-haired man pull out a notebook, he recognizes the handwriting. Notes had been slipped under his door in that loopy script for weeks now.

This handsome man is his upstairs neighbor.


starstruck by shizuoh

“Hold my son for a moment,” says the Viktor Nikiforov, live in the flesh, sweaty and panting.

“Wha—” Yuuri can’t even begin to comprehend what’s going on before Viktor is gone, and there’s a child in his arms.

(in which yuuri is a simple barista, viktor is a famous movie star, and yuri is an 8 year old kid stuck in the middle of it.)


Dear Mama by Ferrero13

In which Victor writes letters to his mother, who is fifty percent of his rationality and self-control.


Love by Ghost Hunting by FullmetalKarneval13

When Viktor gets into a slump, he meets the beautiful Yuuri at a bed and breakfast while on vacation.

(Basically a ghost hunting AU where ghosts love Viktor, and possessing Yuuri)


Intermission by thepurpleeyedone

Drabble series set between episodes as a kind of intermission. (Hence, the name.) The first one is set between episode 6 and episode 7. Yuri has just put on his first perfect performance, and understandably, he’s a little worn out and stressed. Victor, being the world’s greatest coach, rises to the occasion by providing him with some… distractions.


In the Cold of the Night by impolitecanadian

AU in which Yuuri never skated and instead is a small town cop with no idea who Victor Nikiforov, THE Victor Nikiforov, is until he arrests him for public intoxication. Meanwhile Victor is enamoured, and absolutely plastered.


Like a Fairytale by lucycamui

In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his ‘Cinderella’ Yuuri.
(And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he’s doing).

“The crown prince of the Nikiforov kingdom, infatuated with a mystery pastry chef he’s only just met. This is exactly the kind of scandalous love story my life has been missing… So, what’s he look like? What exactly is Prince Victor’s type?”

“…Sweet.”

“Well, he does make pastries.“


Moving to New York by moya_lyubov

Artist Yuuri Katsuki lives in New York with his Best Friend Phichit.
After a drunken night out that Yuuri has no memory of, he starts to Paint the most Beautiful man he has ever dreamed of.
Only to realize that not only has he met this man, he has danced and laughed the night away with him.

Billionaire Victor Nikiforov, has made a living in the hotel business, owning the best hotels all around the world. His next one: New York.
Where he and his Best Friend/Business Partner Chris meet a Charming, Flirtatious and Mysterious man on a night out to celebrate the deal.


a Song for Your Heart by KenmaNyan (NarryEm)

It’s not an exaggeration when Yuuri says that he has had his eyes on Viktor ever since the singer debuted with a heartbreaking ballad that broke records at the tender age of 15. Now, with Yuuri at the ripe old age of 23 and Viktor, 27, they meet as talent and manager.


A Week Is Enough by BeautyButterBae

Yuuri asks Victor to become his boyfriend for a week.

Victor agrees.


constellations of me and you by theargonaut

He can’t look away from Viktor, even when he turns and catches him staring. Truth be told, he can never look away from Viktor. Not even in the beginning; surely, not in any dimension or attic of spacetime, could Katsuki Yuuri have ever looked away from Viktor Nikiforov. And when Viktor looks back at him, smiling, it’s all that matters to him.


rekindling by fan_nerd

Victor stands on Yuuri’s doorstep in the pouring rain with a bouquet of flowers. It’s the middle of the night. The tall man is out of breath, soaking wet, and his eyes are red.

Yuuri sighs, letting his ex-boyfriend in like the sympathetic fool that Victor knows he is. "What are you doing here?”

He hurries to catch his breath and reply, but his mouth is dry.

Victor doesn’t exactly have an answer to that question.


When the Sun Met the Moon by Birdieee

There are two kingdoms in the land. The first is the realm of the sun. It is a place of prosperity and growth, of peace and light. It is the realm of all things bright and beautiful. The second, less desirable kingdom, is the realm of the moon. It is a place of shadows and shrouded velvet, of secrets and hidden truths. The rulers of the two kingdoms are as distant as the stars themselves, yet the invisible thread of fate binds them together. What happens when the sun and the moon fall in love?


Gotta Like, Like Those Humans by Shermanshire

“I am going to like, like a human!” Were the exact words that Yuuri had said as a child. They were also the exact words Yurri kept with him for more than a decade later as a loveless vampire. After thinking his words were nothing more than fantasy Yuuri happens to meet the Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov. Now Yuuri has become a thirsty vampire whom’s human crush maybe even thirstier.


matched by bigspoonnoya

Viktor Nikiforov considers himself an excellent matchmaker, but there’s one love life he can’t seem to get right: his own.


ascent by kevystel

Viktor learns that a full week without Yuuri showing up at Yakov’s, all scraped-wire voice and double shot of whatever you have that helps people think, I have a paper to write and I haven’t slept since Saturday, please Viktor! is a good week for Yuuri. A very good week.

(magical coffeeshop dancer au)


sing, sweet nightingale by vityuu (nanahoney)

Once upon a time is how fairytales start.

Once upon a time would Yuuri’s sister say when he was tucked into bed, balancing a thick book on her knees.

Once upon a time would Victor’s mother say, with his father leaning against her, watching her with soft warmth; a fire one could touch without getting burned.

Once upon a time is how their story started, too.

Once upon a time, there was a boy who breathed life into Victor’s battered heart, surrounded with champagne and flickers of flame in his eyes.

Once upon a time, there was a man who took Yuuri’s breath away, even in the dark.

Once upon a time was different for them both.

But it brought them both exactly where they needed to be.


Tremble by krazyanimegirl

“I’m Yuuri.” Though his stutter was gone his blush wasn’t, which annoyed Viktor to no end. He extended his hand, which Satarou took far too quickly and shook far too long. Now there was definitely a weird feeling bubbling up in his stomach; but it wasn’t pain…it was something that just made Viktor want to wrap his hands around Satarou’s neck and pull his- and pull Yuuri away from him. Because the sight of someone else touching Yuuri, holding him- made Viktor tremble.

It was the unmistakable emotion of jealousy.


Our bodies won’t be the only things battling for dominance by hinatella

Victor is very confused, and, unsurprisingly, very gay.


I’ve got a raging [redacted] and the cause is the sound of your laughter by hinatella

Yuuri is trying to cope with the fact that he has to work with an ex-villain, and here’s a list of ways not to do that.


I can be your devil or your angel, baby by hinatella

Yuuri Katsuki didn’t ask for any of this, and he’s starting to question all of his life choices that lead up to this cursed moment.


Cool Patrol by PandorasBox (AdriannaRhode)

“Well the way I see it, there are two options,” said Phichit, “We can buy booze at the grocery store and go back to someone’s hotel, or we can find a bar and have a few drinks there.”

Yuuri, who had been hovering at the back of the group, seemed to perk up at the idea of drinks.

“Why not both?”

(A companion piece to “The Yuri Katsuki Support Group”)


The Yuri Katsuki Support Group by PandorasBox (AdriannaRhode)

yuri katsudon: UNLESS I AM VERY MUCH MISTAKEN
yuri katsudon: WHICH IS NOT OUT OF THE QUESTION AT THIS POINT
yuri katsudon: VICTOR NIKIFOROV IS ALSEEP ON MY FLOOR

(aka The Entire First Season of Yuri!!! On Ice as told by The Great Figure Skating Group Chat)


The Devil Wears Gucci by Multiple_Universes

Christophe Giacometti watched the new interviewee walk out of Victor’s office. Everything about him was wrong from the clothes and the haircut to his general attitude and walk. At the same time there was something naïve about him and Chris was prepared to bet that he’d just graduated from college. “Who is that sad little person?” he asked Victor. “Are we doing a before and after piece I don’t know about?”


good morning, you by forev

He looks into the mirror, and almost faints. Almost straight up passes the fuck out.
Because there, staring back at him, is Victor mother-effing Nikiforov. He feels like he might die.

-

or; there can never be enough bodyswap fics, so here’s another


Put the Cameras away! by JackalopeQueen

Viktor didn’t like this he didn’t like this one bit. But this was his mate’s decision after all and whatever his beautiful mate wanted he got.


Long Night by thicctor-nikiforov (trashbambi)

Viktor made his way back to his bed after a midnight trip to the bathroom, he was stopped in the hall outside his room by the sound of a faint moan floating through the closed door to Yuuri’s. His thin brows furrowed and he moved closer to the door, thinking Yuuri might be in pain from overworking himself during practice that day.


vanity plate by KatsukiYuurisTrophyHusband (spookyfoot)

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.


with a love this deep by lazulisong for kevystel

There’s two types of dates Victor and Yuri go on in St. Petersburg. Yuri likes them both.


you’re like heaven to touch by lazulisong

“Is this because I let you watch American movies as a child,” says Yakov flatly. “The ones where the popular boy gives his coat to the pretty girl?”

Victor puts up both eyebrows in a delicately mocking gesture that was unbearable when he was a fey creature of sixteen and makes Yakov yearn to clip him around the ears now, when he’s twenty-eight. “'Let’ me?” he says.


in any place you’ll allow by lazulisong for dadvans

Yuri’s in preheat and Victor is going crazy. More crazy.


made from love by alykapedia

“Then just stop trying to make a baby when you have sex!”

Yurio finally screams, a month after Yuuri’s third heat off contraceptives and the pregnancy test comes out negative.

“Maybe the baby’s having performance anxiety with all the pressure you idiots are putting on it! Just have sex like you normally do and maybe you can finally get knocked up!”

(Or: In which a certain percentage of baby acquisitions are not at all accidental.)


Of Drunken Viktors and Lost Umbrellas by annabeth for shadesofhades

Yuuri and a drunk Viktor walking under the same umbrella in the rain.


Toe the Line by forochel

Yuuri wears a dress, steps on Viktor, gets done just right.

*

The other, however, Yuuri has free — eyes still locked with Viktor’s, he shifts his weight, lifts his free foot. Lets the punched out gasp Viktor relinquishes go straight to the pooling heat in his groin and low in his spine, when he sets his foot delicately to the bulge stretching the fine silk of Viktor’s dress pants.


Cold by JoeyChanSan

Despite having been living in Hasetsu with Yuuri for several months already, it wasn’t the first time the russian skater found himself staring outside the window of his bedroom comparing his native country’s weather to Japan’s.


The Boy and the Knight by Yuripaws

Ser Viktor Nikiforov would never notice a lowly squire like Yuuri Katsuki.

Knight/Medieval AU

Alternately Titled: I Don’t Know What I’m Doing But I Sure Do Enjoy Game Of Thrones


Quite The Exquisite Creature by wildenessat221b

Lord Feltsman’s gatherings were always despairingly dull.

Well… Mostly.


What Friends Are For by Trickster_Angel

Yuuri and Phichit don’t normally swear. But college life makes the word ‘fuck’ just so fucking relevant. Not to mention, it’s hard to be a normal college student when you’re a world class figure skater with an obvious crush that all your friends know about and make fun of you for. That just makes it twice as fucking fun.
Seven times Yuuri and Phichit made each other swear plus two times they made others swear.


256 Allan Hall by Lukesnotpunk

“So how did Georgi meet this girl?” Yuuri found himself asking. Victor immediately groaned, and Yuuri felt bad for asking.
“They literally met on move in day, and she lives on the first floor! They’re acting like they’re so in love that they have to spend every moment together, and it has to be in our room because her roommate is ‘evil’ but come on, man. Calm down,” Victor complained, wildly gesturing with his hands to show his annoyance. Yuuri laughed at the way that Victor was completely over exaggerating his movements, and Victor smiled at him. Yuuri had to push thoughts of how beautiful Victor was from his mind again, though it seemed at this point to be a losing battle.

Or, Phichit and Yuuri live down the hall from Victor and Georgi, and Georgi keeps kicking out Victor to “hang out” with his new girlfriend. And maybe Yuuri thinks Victor is pretty cute, but he isn’t going to tell him or anything, no, that would make things weird. Right?


Beautiful by ipona

Yuuri Katsuki lives in the same apartment building as The Most Beautiful Man in the World, but somehow he only manages to run into him when he’s a complete mess.

AU where they’re not ice skaters, basically just a story of Yuuri and Viktor falling in love.


La Rambla Beneath the Moon by themaelstromwrites

“Viktor gapes in wonder at the sight of his fiancé moving without inhibition, not out of inebriated unrestraint but as though caught up in the passion of the art. Yuuri is creating music with his body in a way Viktor could never have imagined. He steps forward, past the line of onlookers, starstruck by the raw emotion of this performance as it spontaneously becomes. Yuuri glimpses him, and lights up with the most radiant smile Viktor has ever seen, and Yuuri pulls him into the center of the circle before drawing back and bidding that he chase –”

Or, what happens in Barcelona the night of the Grand Prix Final.


You Set My Heart on Fire by whelvenwings

Everyone has a soulmate. And everyone sees any marks on their soulmate’s skin appear on their own body; it starts with the first marks, drawn on by the midwife at birth. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a soulmate who replies, but Yuuri does, and he knows that he should feel fortunate - however, when he’s trying to make a living as a small-time painter, and his soulmate is the famous artist, Viktor Nikiforov… well, it seems slightly less than fortunate. Yuuri can’t help but feel self-conscious. So self-conscious, in fact, that he’s never even shown Viktor his face, never let Viktor hear his voice. The only way that they’ve spoken is through ink, writing message after message to each other on their skin - but that’s all about to change. 


The Song Inside of Me by cutthroatpixie

After years of playing and composing, Viktor ends up halfway around the world in search of inspiration. Perhaps the missing piece he needs isn’t too far from where he ends up.


Maybe Baby. by IllyasJames

Yuuri always gets a few extra pounds in the off season and since he knows Victor don’t really mind he’s less conscious about it. Still there are days Victor sees Yuuri rub his hand over his stomach as if he’s not happy with it.
He just never thought the reason could be what it is.

This is not a A/B/O story, this is canon continued.


Phallus by rosesandmoredance for all_those_big_ass_trees

Based on a true story friends. Viktor is an extra millionaire and loves art. He loves to show off his art. And uh, Mayor Feltsman is not impressed.


of paperback novels and several loud screeching noises by katsusin

Yuuri Katsuki: lonely bookstore owner

Victor Nikiforov: lonely author.

Phichit Chulanont: everybody’s favorite meddling best friend.


Setting Sun by LittleLostStar

Canon-divergent AU. Just before he skates at the Hot Springs On Ice, Yuuri receives a photo of his drunken GPF banquet antics; consumed with humiliation over a night he can’t remember, he loses the competition. Victor goes back to Russia with Yurio, and Yakov comes to train Yuuri in Japan. One night, frustrated and miserable, Yuuri posts some personally relevant song lyrics on Instagram—and wakes up the next morning to find that Victor has posted lyrics that seem to be a reply.

With the world watching their every move, Victor and Yuuri begin trading lyrics in a secret conversation; from playful rivalry to intense seduction, through Savage Garden and San Fermin, their virtual affair unfolds, hidden in plain sight. But the Grand Prix approaches, bringing with it newfound opportunities for Yuuri’s career, and his new life hinges on two things: winning the gold, and staying away from Victor.


i feel we’re close enough (i wanna lock in your love) by JMonCheri

Viktor is having an existential crisis.

So what does he do? He makes three promises:

1.) To never let his superhero life get in the way of his personal one

2.) To try and get him and Yuuri together, even if Viktor’s balls turn nonexistent whenever he tries to tell Yuuri that he likes him

3.) To never let his guard down around his rival superhero, Eros

Surprise surprise, Viktor breaks all three of them.


A Lifetime to Perfect by BrinThePuffling

Yuuri dreamed of meeting his soulmate for as long as he could remember. Imagined a grand romantic fairytale. Life, he learns, is rarely like dreams.


No Sound Sweeter Than Your Laughter by BrinThePuffling

Meeting your soulmate was supposed to be effortless. Soulmarks made it easier than ever to find the one (or ones) you were destined to be with. If only soulmarks could do anything to prevent misunderstandings.


The Two Mr. Nikiforovs by bratinella

Secrets are normal in Viktor’s opinion. Yuuri shares his sentiments. Everyone has secrets they keep from others and he knows even Yuuri has some just as Viktor has. He is very grateful to have trust and understanding between them and Viktor allows his husband to maintain his privacy just as Yuuri gives Viktor his own.

Which lies in the problem.


A Sudden Drop by preciousbunnynoiz

Even with couples who communicate well accidents can occur.

Basically Victor and Yuri fuck up and Yuri ends up dealing with subdrop

Mentions of smut but this is mostly exploring the side of BDSM that involves communicating with your partner away from sexual situations. Especially when things go wrong.


Beg For It by softpureboy

Yuuri has a sinful daddy kink and likes to torture Victor.


Soothing the Savage Beast by preciousbunnynoiz

Victor is in a foul mood and being an asshole to everyone. Yuuri isn’t upset so much as concerned until he figures out why. So he take Victor home to burn off some tension. 


be the hitch in your breath by alykapedia

The smart and responsible thing to do is to shake his head and say no. Send out a few messages to let people know that Viktor’s in his rut and they won’t be making it to practice any time soon, make sure they have supplies to last a week or so, and maybe ask Yurio to come over and get Makkachin.

But Yuuri does none of that because he’s kind of an idiot when it comes to Viktor.


Apartment by c000kiesandcream

Suddenly, his eyes darted sideways, and they latched onto Yuuri’s. He smiled, softly, and raised his voice slightly to introduce himself.

And Yuuri could not muster the courage to say a single word.


Stimulating Conversation by threerings

Yuuri is determined to get to the bottom of why Victor keeps flirting with him. This leads to a conversation. With alcohol.

“Besides,” said Victor. “Maybe if I get you drunk I can learn some of your secrets.”

Yuuri coughed as he swallowed. “My secrets?”

 “Yes. The secrets of the mysterious Katsuki Yuuri, enigma of the figure skating world.” Yuuri nearly choked again at that.

He laughed and shook his head. “You don’t need to make fun of me.”

 “What? You are an enigma.”

 “Sure.”

 “I’m not joking,” Victor assured. “No one really knows what to make of you, Yuuri. You’re so quiet most of the time and then other times…” Yuuri just looked at the other man as he trailed off. He shook his head and reached to pour them both more sake.


Seemingly Purrfect by IllyasJames

Some people snore, some people talk in their sleep, some people reenact fight scenes, and apparently some people can purr, when they are asleep.
This leaves the one awake wondering if they should pet them or not. At least that is what Victor would love to do if not for the fact Yuuri is snuggled way tighter than is good for his mood, and he’s scared he might wake him.


Michigan Weather (Isn’t so Bad) by esutonia

“Good morning, I’m Victor Nikiforov, here with your daily forecast. It’s shaping up to be a chilly day of yet another volatile week, let’s take a look at our satellite radar. Hamburg at 14, Ann Arbor at 16, Essex at 10—”

His voice (oh God, even his voice sounds like an angel’s) worms its way into Yuuri’s head, and he wonders what his regular voice sounds like, what it’d sound like in the—

“You’re thirsty for the weatherman, aren’t you?” Phichit waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “I don’t suppose I deserve a thank you?”


Komorebi by cosmiceleste

They’re in each others arms when Yuuri looks up at Viktor and smiles, nuzzling closer to his chest and asking himself how he became so lucky to be with him.

Viktor asks himself the same thing.


Baby Blue Prince by Daughter of Vayu (aquaregia)

When Viktor Nikiforov met Yuuri, he didn’t know that cute guy with awful baby blue tie was actually a real life prince. The one with titles and such.

The Modern Royalty AU with Yuuri as Prince Cinnamon Roll.


All Eyes on Me by Kizuna_Auri

Yuuri, under the username of Eros, is a size queen omega who most certainly does not have an obsession with fellow camboy and legendary silver-haired alpha Aria. Just like Phichit is not the most meddlesome roommate known to man.


over and over by Ceta

Hours later - Victor belatedly remembered that there was such a thing as time zones when he woke up to his phone vibrating by his ear - Yuuri sent back Hello(〃・ω・〃)

Victor read the text, stared, then buried his face into one of the couch pillows for all of four seconds before he fumbled with his phone and texted back.

Or; Victor meets Yuuri in a bathroom. They hit it off from there.


not gold like in your dreams by ebenroot

“Victor, you could have let some psychopath into your apartment.”

“Oh come on, he’s not a psychopath,” Victor chides. Christophe makes a gesture with his hand that says ‘are you seriously this naïve or are you drunk at work again?’.

“Victor, you don’t know that. You don’t know anything about him. Whose name am I going to give to the police or face I’m going to describe to the sketch artist when they find your body chopped up like Hannibal Lecter’s side dish?”

in which Victor and Yuuri are roommates and Yuuri has a secret


Red by Maiden_of_the_Moon

Dressed in little more than black gossamer, Eros had poised himself inside of his dressing room’s doorframe with a tube of lipstick between his painted fingers, the makeup’s ruddy tip already conformed to his lower lip. It was like watching the Cheshire reappear, one swipe of his smile at a time. He purred, Do you think, Mister Nikiforov, that if I tried very hard, I could make you redder than Russian Red’s namesake?


Sleep Deprivation by domokunrainbowkinz

Yuuri is very sleep deprived and his filter disappears. The silver-haired stranger with a cute dog finds it endearing.


Offer Me That Deathless Death by marihy

Yuuri was just trying to be a gentleman by walking the red-haired woman home.

He hadn’t meant to get whisked away by the top members of the Russian Mafia, he definitely hadn’t meant to get two of the most powerful men in the world trying to kill him, and he definitely definitely hadn’t meant to seduce the pakhan.

But now that he’s in this mess, he’s going to fight to the finish.


something so wholesome about you by crossroadswrite

It was supposed to be his year. He was supposed to-

Celestino stops talking and squeezes his shoulder. Yuuri looks up at him, opens his mouth to say something when someone says his name.

He freezes, holds his breath for a full second against the painfully familiar voice, not daring to hope. Then, very slowly, he turns towards the source, eyes going wide with disbelieve.

“Mari?”

(Or: in which Vicchan lives, Yuuri doesn’t quite fail and doesn’t quite get drunk, but manages to accidentally woo Victor Nikiforov anyway.)


For Future Reference by dia_dove

Anon asked:request: victor taking pictures/recording Yuri during their sexy time so that he can have them when he’s away.


When Life Gives You Lemons, Add Sugar by shereadsthestars

What could possibly be worse than getting stuck with a roommate you weren’t expecting?

Discovering that roommate is none other than Viktor f*cking Nikiforov.


To Boldly Go by xylophones

“Yuuri!” Viktor calls. “I’ve come to rescue you!”
Yuuri stares at him blankly. He gestures to the various unconscious space pirates with his recently discharged phaser.
“Oh, Captain,” he deadpans. “Save me.”

Or:

A year in the life of badass science officer Yuuri Katsuki, Captain Viktor “Team Mom” Nikiforov, and simultaneously the best crew and worst crew in Starfleet history.

(No prior Star Trek knowledge needed! It’s a loose AU!)


My Name On Your Lips by feelslikefire

Yuuri Katsuki has been betrothed to the High King’s son, Victor, since he was just a child; furthermore, as an omega, he’s forbidden from practicing magic in combat. For years, he’s been able to put off the former because the Prince was traveling abroad, and gotten around the latter by practicing with his mentor in secret.

Now Victor Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered.

If only the Prince didn’t have other ideas.


The Return of the Little Piggy by JMonCheri

Everybody had their regrets in college.

For the students, it was making fun of Katsuki Yuuri.

For Yuuri, it was letting himself become too stupid.

For Viktor, it was not doing anything.

_-_

Once there was a boy named Katsuki Yuuri, who was shy, loved to make clothes, had adorable smiles and was fatter than the usual average human being. Unfortunately for him, apparently being chubby wasn’t all that accepted in the norm back then. After numerous accounts of bullying, Katsuki Yuuri disappears for good.

Now years later, there is now a man only known as Y.K. Fashion tyrant, multimillionaire, professional cold-stare giver… and is trying his ultimate best to run away from his dark past, until a certain silver haired CEO of a certain rival company who went to the same certain college he went to back then decides to flat out entangle their fates together. Do both of them have anything to say for it? Sadly, no. No they don’t.


will you go to prom with me? by thishasbeencary

Viktor’s promposal for Yuuri had to be perfect. He knew Yuuri, though, and he knew that it couldn’t be extravagantly over the top, but it also couldn’t be a stereotype he pulled off of Google. It was harder than he expected it to be.
Also known as: Five ways Viktor considered promposing to Yuuri and one way he didn’t.


Private Show by moimiles

Chris had dragged Victor to an insane amount of strip clubs over the years, but that didn’t mean Victor expected to fall in love with a stripper.


Leather and Lazy Mornings by kiaronna

“Hey,” says Yuri Plisetsky, “you do realize that guy you’re throwing your tack box at doesn’t work here, right?”

“What do you mean?” Viktor questions. “He always grooms Makkachin for me, if Yakov demands I do something else and I don’t have time.”

“Your horses are smarter than both of you put together.”

Where Viktor is the reigning champion of English showmanship, but mostly just has a crush on the cute guy he always sees around the stables.


Baby, I’m Preying on You Tonight by cuttlemefish

Yuuri and Phichit registered and named the pet shop when they were drunk. They didn’t exactly expect it to become the most popular pet shop in Seattle. (It was only supposed to be a front to fund Phichit’s (undercover) animal rescue missions.) Enter Viktor Nikiforov, the man with the pink Cadillac and the giant brown poodle (that’s stolen Yuuri’s heart), and Yuuri might have lost his mind, because apparently he keeps flirting with a client – and he never even notices.


across our skin by thishasbeencary

When you’re born, you have the first words your soulmate says to you on your arm. When they say them to you, they turn red and you get another set of words that change your relationship with your soulmate. Viktor’s first set is in Japanese and he doesn’t understand, but the second is “Be my coach, Viktor”.

He has the second set for 10 years before he finally hears them.


anarchy for sale! t-shirts only ten dollars by KatsukiYuurisTrophyHusband (spookyfoot)

Because the universe is somehow both cruel and indifferent, Yuuri sees Victor again two days later in the lobby of his ballet studio. He’s just finished his advanced pointe workshop. His hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, he’s painted with a full body flush, and he’s wearing a shirt Phichit custom ordered that says “Tastier Than Katsudon” in screaming neon orange.

“Hi Yuuri!” Victor’s beaming and blocking his only exit.
____________

A falling-in-love story told through questionable t-shirts.


Reasons Yuuri Katsuki Doesn’t Get Paid Enough by SkeletonKey

1. Having to yell at kids for skating like idiots
2. Explaining to parents of said kids why they were kicked off the ice
3. The horrifying smell of Phichit’s feet
4. Victor Nikiforov almost decapitating a 12 year old

In which Yuuri works as an Ice Guard with Phichit, and Victor is the stupidly attractive figure skater who tries to practice flying camels in the middle of crowded public sessions.


Welcome to Detroit Dental and Orthodontics by stanzas

Victor stops the car, turns off the engine, and Yuri rolls out the car with the attitude of every slightly inconvenienced teenager. Yuri flips his shades up, stares in disbelief at the sign in front of the well-manicured lawn squished between two old barber shops: DETROIT DENTAL AND ORTHODONTICS.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he says.

Or: Victor has a crush on his favorite shy, attractive dentist, and Yuri suffers.


Hurricane by yintsunami

“Yuuri was a hurricane: beautiful and destructive. He swept Viktor (and arguably half the skating world) off their feet and destroyed the ball room in the process. Reuniting with Yuuri had been… confusing. He was that anxious person once again. He was still beautiful, but less like a hurricane. He was timid comparatively.

Submissive.

Viktor had been very very wrong in that regard.”


The Game Has Only Just Begun by Seito

“Yuuri~! I’m home!”

Silence.

Victor blinked, before his blood grew cold. The box of chocolates fell out of his hands. He reached for phone, hitting speed dial.

There pinned to the wall was piece of Yuuri’s favorite jacket held in place by a knife. The gleam of moonlight reflected off the golden ring, Yuuri’s engagement ring tied to the end of the fabric. Cut into the wall, letters jagged and crooked, a note: 'We have your fiancée, Agent King.’

-.-.-

Or the Spy!AU no one asked for


Blue Roses and Golden Apples by RedxLipstick

After a whirlwind night Victor is sure he’s found his mate in one Yuuri Katsuki. But Yuuri doesn’t remember any of this? Worse still-how can Victor control his every alpha instinct screaming at him to claim his omega?

This story covers Victor and Yuuri meeting at the GPF banquet through the canon timeline, and beyond!


Cup of Tea by IllyasJames

The photographer sets the Danseur up for a blind date with one of his models.

Yuuri loves Phichit, really he does. It’s just that he rather just not be personal around people. So dates are just not his cup of things. Crushes, now those he can do. He kinda has had several.
And if all of them in one way or another resemble his first one, just means he has a type.


Proper Checkups and Physicals by PrussianVenom

Viktor makes good on his promise to “treat” Yuuri to a personal “nurse”


Stay by pensversusswords

Of all the ways the night could have ended, Yuuri would have never guessed that he would be in Prince Viktor’s bed with his royal highness asleep in his arms.


Whatever You Want by TreacherousGnome

Viktor had kissed him for all the world to see, but Yuuri can’t even work up the nerve to talk about it afterwards. He can’t put into words how badly he wants more; he can barely admit it to himself. It’s a good thing Viktor knows *just* how to build up his confidence.


Third time’s a charm by halesiias

When Victor falls in love, he falls faster than poor Alice down her rabbit hole, and this time without a miracle cake to solve all his issues.


What is, and what could be by kaizuka

A look into first meetings and second chances. Nothing will ever happen if you don’t at least try, starting off with a simple “hi”.


Espresso by withoutwingsx

Prompt- You kicked two guys out for being rude but turns out they were a couple and now everyone including your crush thinks you’re homophobic but you’re actually 100% homosexual
aka
Yuuri was not dealing with this shit today.


look into your eyes [and the sky’s the limit] by aeriamamaduck

Yuuri found himself ignoring the television, hyper-aware of his hand finding its way to the top of Victor’s thigh. He gave a slight press into the hard muscle, slowly making his way to Victor’s knee in a light stroke.

A long-fingered hand gracefully covered his, smooth and playful as they interlocked. “Oh right! It’s our day off tomorrow, isn’t it?”

He said it like it was a huge surprise. “Don’t act like you weren’t thinking about it,” Yuuri muttered, face reddening deeper even as his gut grew warm with anticipation, and his cheek still pressed against Victor’s shoulder.


an ever-fixed mark by TrumpetGeek

Yuuri is absolutely gorgeous. Viktor could write poems about the soft pink that paints his cheeks and nose. He could pen lyrics about the slope of Yuuri’s smile and the way he bites his lip to try to keep the laughter inside. The sparkle in Yuuri’s eyes would be enough to give hope to even the most lovelorn soul. The warmth of Yuuri’s body pressed against his and the bubbling heat of the feelings he induces in Viktor would be more than enough protection from even the harshest of Russian winters.

Yuuri laughs again and ducks his head, embarrassed, and Viktor covers his mouth with his hand because he thinks he may have said some of that out loud. Oops.


Wishin’ and Hopin’ by darlingholocene

“I know as well as you do that you’re a big romantic at heart, or you wouldn’t be the most requested wedding planner in New York City. Maybe it’s time you give the City a chance”.

Or, the one where Victor organizes weddings for a living but has never been in love, Katsuki Yuuri is a very stressed best man of honor, Chris wants Victor to pull a Jennifer Lopez and Yurio would very much like to be excluded from this narrative.


Unconventional by so_shhy

After freezing up in front of his idol at a comic con panel, Yuuri decides that he needs an awful lot of alcohol to get over the embarrassment. It is a decision he will regret.

The fandom AU I can’t believe I wrote, featuring movie star!Victor Nikiforov and fanfic author!Yuuri Katsuki.


Sonnet 116 by violetlolitapop

“Canst thou, o cruel! Say I love thee not,” Victor says with a deep, resigned sigh. “Do I not think on thee, when I forgot am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake?”

“You are one of the biggest pushovers for this boy I have ever seen,” Mila comments from her seat next to him without even looking up from her clipboard.

Or:

In which the principal actor of the Shakespearean Cabaret theater troupe is ridiculously head-over-heels in love with their oblivious new cast member and everyone schemes to make his life hell.


Once You Go Greek by Defiant-Dreams (baterina_1234)

1) Go for what you want.

2) Make use of what you have.

3) Everyone in Alpha Kappa Omega is an asshole.

And then he meets Yuuri Katsuki. The more he gets to know Yuuri, the more Viktor finds that he’s no longer sure what he wants anymore and that might make him lose the best thing he’s ever had.

Or:

A fraternity fic wherein Yuuri and Viktor are in rival frats, but they fall in love anyway.


Past Present and Future by Inu_Sensei

Viktor picked up the twins and looked at the woman, “You look beautiful as ever” he said without thinking.

“T-thank you” she looked down… uhm… can I get my kids back?”

“You share the kids you know” Yakov panting behind her, “Stubbornness from their father and your stamina, not a good mix” said Yakov.


Turmoil. by IllyasJames

From all the things this was the last thing either Yuuri or Victor ever thought they’d argue about. They just can’t seem to get to a good middle ground on it unsettling all the other Russian skaters with their bickering.

But honestly, until the Russians find out what it was about they have some opinions of their own.


Confessions Behind these Bruises by Gayson

The leader of the Russian Mafia could be described in many ways. Of course to the public’s eye, Viktor Nikiforov was nothing short of perfection. Tall, rich, powerful, charming, and unbelievably handsome. He knew this fact very well, using this to his advantage at getting anybody he wanted whenever he wanted.

That is until Yuuri Katsuki caused him to fall flat on his butt and make him rethink everything he’s ever known.

Introducing the mafia AU nobody asked for about how a cocky self reliant bachelor falls incredibly in love with the adorable sassy dancing protégée of Lilia- Yuuri Katsuki.


Out of the Sea by SophiaFrederica

“Someone needs to make sure that you don’t go lusting after him too hard and accidentally enchant him with your beautiful voice and get him drowned. The royal family of Russia has no heir at the moment, so it would definitely drive the country into a chaos, and then it would be no use trying to make an alliance with them.”

“Phichit!”

aka The Little Mermaid AU no one asked for. This one is based on the Disney version, because anyone who has read the original fairy tale knows it doesn’t end happily.


Just Hold On (We’re Going Home) by kiaronna

Where Yuuri remembers the banquet, Viktor forgets, and Yakov Feltsman has his own plans.
“I’ve been made aware of your recent break with Celestino Cialdini, and would like to offer you a trial period where you train under me, in St. Petersburg. There are only three conditions: you will board with another one of my students, you will take ballet with Madame Baranovskaya, and you will help me coach Yuri Plisetsky, who refuses to listen to my criticisms of his spins.” Yakov nods at this point, leans forwards and looks Yuuri in the eye. “I will charge no coaching fees.” With a deal like that, even if it means he has to face Viktor again, Yuuri has no choice but to agree.


#Katsudamn by lucycamui

Victor surprises Yuuri with a trip to an adult store and gets a little more than he bargained for. Or maybe that was the plan all along.

“The colors match our Stammi Vicino costumes!” Victor’s eyes positively sparkled. Meanwhile, his hands held two packaged, decently-sized, ribbed, purple and blue vibrators. With gold rings around the hilts, presumably where they would untwist to replace the batteries.

“You knew this wasn’t a toy store,” Yuuri accused flatly.

“Well, technically, it is a toy store.”


The Rules For Lovers by ADreamingSongbird

Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…

That’s a long story.


How Long Does It Take To Fall In Love? by orangelapin

Yuri Katsuki never wanted to meet his idol. He couldn’t imagine Prince Victor ever caring about a lowly college student. Yuri’s also pretty sure he’d screw up everything if he ever met Prince Victor and he’d like to save himself the embarrassment. Unfortunately for Yuri, he’s going to lose his dignity and his shirt in very short order after meeting the prince.


Aftermath by IllyasJames

Getting drunk at an after-party at work did not look like a bad thing at first. Yuuri had hoped it would have gotten him to talk to some of his co-workers as normally he’s too shy.
He should have known that getting drunk at an after-party would get him into trouble.
There was no way he could have seen this train wreck coming though.


See You Next by rougeandtonic

Yuuri realizes that he’ll sabotage Victor’s career if he asks him to coach and compete at the same time. This leads to a standoff of ultimatums over who will skate and who won’t.

A standoff that ends with Victor in St Petersburg and Yuuri half a world away.

Or,

In which Yuuri needs to learn to listen and Victor needs to learn to speak.


A Fateful Encounter by BuryTheCastle

Yuuri wasn’t that short. If anything, he was an average height. No, it was the grocery store’s fault. With the store so understaffed and the shelves so poorly stocked, how can anyone reach anything? At least, Yuuri can say something good came out of his ordeal. After all, he had quite a fateful encounter.


to keep you warm by karasunotsubasa

How do you love someone who you can’t touch? Simple – with a force of burning fire, enough to melt your heart.

-
or the fic where Victor is the Witch of the North and Yuuri is the principal apprentice of the Rising Sun and they can’t be around each other without someone getting hurt
(it’s Victor, it’s always Victor)


So this is it for now, I guess? I still have a whole bunch more and I’ll update this I promise! I hope you enjoy this and have a nice day! x