holding the human heart

Doctor/Nurse AU Masterlist

All for you by Soulsong26

Summary:  After his grandma dies, Yuuri get attached to a nurse assistant named Viktor and becomes a nurse in hopes to see Viktor again.

Art of Medicine, Art of Humanity byFaramirsBlessing

Summary:  Little Yuri gets himself injured and in the emergency room and is under the care of nurse Yuuri Katsuki and Dr. Viktor Nikiforov.

Butt Stuff by Plumpie

Summary:  AU in which top Japanese male figure skater Katsuki Yuuri is recovering from an invasive (and frankly, quite embarrassing) surgical procedure, and his visitation nurse turns out to be terribly, terribly attractive. If only they had met under less humiliating circumstances.

Chemistry of a Car Crash by super_queer

Summary:  Katsuki Yuuri gets into a car accident and the doctor caring for him is Viktor Nikiforov. Features fluff, and a Viktor that doesn’t know how to ice skate.

(TW) Enthrall by poppysicle

Summary:  No one knew something was wrong with him. No one cared to even ask the competitive figure skater. Not until it lead to him laying in the bed of a hospital room, feeling absolute regret that what he did couldn’t be finished. But maybe it was for the best, Victor doesn’t know that yet.

Fight me? by theaceangel

Summary:  Yuri pretty much sucks at flirting. It’s a good thing the hot nurse doesn’t mind.

Glasshouse by Potato_man

Summary:  AU where Yuuri is a doctor and has no knowledge in skating whatsoever.

Hi, Screw Me? by queeravocado

Summary:  Victor Nikiforov is New York’s acclaimed doctor, nationally famous for his work. He gets a call one day to fill in for Dr. Yakov Feltsman, the main doctor who’s out sick for the day. Victor’s not too happy to be working on his day off, but when he gets to the office he happens to meet Yuuri Katsuki, an overseas fashion designer from Japan and a professor at FIT(Fashion Institute of Technology.) Not to mention he’s hot as fuck and those glasses are driving him insane, so when Victor messes up his words and says the wrong thing while giving him a check-up, will everything turn out all right for him?

it must be the caffeine by cyanoscarlet

Summary: “If it’s any consolation, I only got hot water from this thing,” Viktor admits, tapping a hand over the button for the 3-in-1 coffee. “It cost a quarter, too.”Katsuki lets out a sound between a snort and a laugh. “Wow, that sucks, Doc.”Let it be known that The Doctor Is In (Love).

Paging Dr. Katsuki by katsudon_s

Summary:  Night shifts are never particularly fun for Yuuri, but a certain patient might be able to change that.

oxytocin and serotonin by half_n_half

Summary: Yuuri loves being a surgeon.He understands that the hours are long and the immense responsibility that comes with holding a human heart in your hands is nearly crippling, but something makes it all worth it.Little did he know, the years put into medical school would wield something greater than adrenalin.Victor Nikiforov.

The Remains of War by mooseholmes

Summary:  Yuuri Katsuki is left alone after his family and home are destroyed in Hiroshima. His road to recovery is long and arduous, but with the help of nurse Victor Nikiforov and other survivors he meets along the way, he finds that he isn’t really alone after all.

seven months by doubletan

Summary:After Yuuri’s crippling loss in the 2015’s Grand Prix Finals, he decided to retire from his ice skating career and finish up his nursing degree. Now, he and Phichit works at Tokyo National Hospital as he tries his best to live a new life, even when his past failures continue to haunt him.However, at the World Figure Skating Championships 2016, ice skating legend Victor Nikiforov was found vomiting flowers onto the ice right before his performance. Contracted with Hanahaki, Victor was immediately sent to Tokyo National Hospital, and placed under the care of both Yuuri and Phichit.As his nurse, Yuuri attempts to maintain a professional relationship with Victor, but his presence causes Yuuri to constantly question his decision to retire as Victor tries to relight his passion for ice skating once again. What was more troubling, was why Victor’s friends, even Victor himself, refuses to contact Victor’s love or tell Yuuri who it was that could have stolen the internationally most desired bachelor’s heart. Nonetheless, Yuuri vows to find her (or him, Yuuri wouldn’t know would he?) to save his life. But will he ever find out before its too late?

shaky when i came to be by apollothyme

Summary: He goes for another triple axel just as his breath is about to run out again, only this time something is wrong. He knows it as soon as he jumps into the air, but by then there’s nothing he can do.His body moves almost by itself, sluggish and mechanic. Driven to the point of exhaustion, Yuuri can’t pull himself in anything fast enough; he can never do anything fast enough. His left foot falls first, too hard to stand upright. Before he’s got the chance to hold himself steady, he feels something snap, loud and clear in the air, this resounding crack that could just as well be a bolt of thunder. Yuuri’s ankle gives in, pushing to the right as the rest of his foot moves inwards towards the left.

Square Jaw Nurse by Zoodan21

Summary: Yuri hadn’t meant to get sick but it happened anyways.Though if it ment getting the number from one of the nurses he might not complain so much.Aka: Otabek as a nurse and Yuri admiring him with a fever

Take Your Vitamins by vriskittles

Summary: “Normally, these exams wouldn’t be necessary until middle-age, but according to your family history you have great uncle who’d had a brief battle with prostate cancer, yes?” He posed the question.He raised his brow at the question before it dawned on him why they’d be asked. A family history with a disease generally called for early examinations of those in the family if they shared a close enough relation with them. And an examination for this particular ailment was…“Dr. Nikiforov, what are you trying to say?” He asked, face and voice portraying the wariness he felt.He was met with a light-hearted, apologetic expression. “Ah, I’m afraid it calls for a prostate exam.“

you know what the funniest thing is? everyday i wake up with so much love for namjoon in my heart……………..even when im sad even when everything is wrong i fucking love him without any conditions or expectations…….i just love him and that’s how it is and everyday i wake up loving him and i think ‘this is it. i can’t possibly love him any more than i do now. my heart can’t hold anymore love, it’s not humanely possible.’ but then i wake up the next day and i love him even more and i didn’t know that was possible until he came along but he still manages to make me love him and every single day i am surprised that i love him more so that he slowly becomes my whole entire world and the only one i have ever loved like this…………and i think ‘why doesnt my heart run out of space from loving him so fully’? but god……………my life is nothing but room for him. it could never be filled with anything other than him. nothing more nothing less…he is literally it?? i fucking love him and that is everything to me and nothing to him and to me that’s okay because like i said i love him. no ifs or buts no conditional clauses.

Chyler and Floriana…

I don’t even know where to begin. The two simple words “thank you” don’t do what you’re doing for us justice. They don’t even begin to delve into the gratitude I hold for you two special humans in my heart. Your dedication to Alex Danvers and Maggie Sawyer has provided a safe place, a warm community, a path for love. You have opened up the doors to acceptance, and episode by episode, day by day you are making the world a better place. A brighter place. A more loving place. 

I am constantly reading stories about people’s journeys and how much you’ve helped them. There was one in particular that hit home. The girl mentioned that seeing how happy everyone is because of Sanvers and how happy Alex and Maggie are brought her to tears. This is one of the biggest things to happen to the LGBTQ+ community because we are so used to seeing f/f or m/m couples being killed off or portrayed as cruel. Alex and Maggie are just the opposite. They listen, respect, and love one another in such a genuine and deep way that it gives off an intense wave of power. Of freedom. To us. For us. 

You both said you had wanted to get this right because this - our - representation matters, and I know it’s been nerve-wracking with the GLAADS and the interviews and the media. But guess what? You two are completely smashing it. You are doing it more than right. Watching Alex and Maggie interact in the workplace, at the bar, at home, in front of friends…it’s authentic. It’s natural. I see the truth and I see the reality of it in all aspects. I see happiness. Without you we would be left in the dust and we would not have this representation that you’re giving us. You are simply showing up to work and using your talent for something bugger than all of us. You are using your passion as a platform to help, to reach out, to make us feel heard, to validate us, to make us feel real. You are doing it for us because we matter and we are important. Because we are your friends.

I remember before I started watching  Supergirl, I was confused and I’ll admit I felt alone. I was just discovering who I was in terms of my sexuality and it was terrifying. Soul-beating. Draining. Where I come from, it’s wrong and frowned upon to be gay so I tried my best to shove it down. To keep it out. But then season 2 rolled around and we met Maggie Sawyer and soon Alex was coming out and it felt like talking to an old friend. It felt like I now had someone on my side - rooting for me, fighting for me. We are never alone because of that. And looking back on Alex and Maggie’s relationship, I can say with a full heart I am so incredibly grateful for them.  Watching them come together to find themselves has been extremely liberating because somewhere along the way I found myself too. Their relationship depicts reality; the hardships, the rejections, the heartbreaks, the doubt, the freeing, the empowerment, and just solely…love. They are so beautiful and I can’t wait to see how the rest of their love story plays out.  

The fact that you two are actually stepping up and using a voice for this community speaks volumes of unprecedented love. I find it extremely admirable that you were both willing to step out of your comfort zone to be our voice, our guide, our hope. We know how much effort you put into Sanvers and we appreciate it. You are two of the most beautiful humans and you are both so deserving of appreciation and sweet love. I hope this journey has been as fun for you guys as it has been for me. I’m so grateful I get to be a part of this and to have two incredibly bright souls in my life. You guys are special ones. 

You are healing us and I don’t quite think you know just how much you mean to all of us. Thank you for everything.

You really are super. 

With all the love.

One of the new professors at my school started a knitting club and will teach anyone who wants to learn but right now I’m the only other person in this entire school who knows how to knit. 

So now I have all these baby knitters wandering up to me in the hallways and between class and in the lab, wanting me to check their stitches and tension and wanting reassurance. 

Which is adorable but maybe not when I am literally holding a human heart in my hand? 

anonymous asked:

hi!!! I just wanted to ask if you know any fanfic where Yuuri or Viktor are doctors?? btw I LOVE your blog!

Hi! Thank you for this request! I LOVE this AU! Let me know if I missed any!

Doctor/Nurse AU

oxytocin and serotonin by half_n_half, Not Rated, 10k (WIP)
Yuuri loves being a surgeon. He understands that the hours are long and the immense responsibility that comes with holding a human heart in your hands is nearly crippling, but something makes it all worth it. Little did he know, the years put into medical school would wield something greater than adrenalin.
Victor Nikiforov. WOW! Amazing so far!

Stretch by cosmonaut_field, Teen, 19k (WIP)
Competitive figure skater Viktor Nikiforov injures himself on vacation right after winning another gold medal and is in need of a physical therapist. Enter the quiet Dr. Katsuki. Great fic!

Butt Stuff by Plumpie, Explicit, 9.7k (WIP)
AU in which top Japanese male figure skater Katsuki Yuuri is recovering from an invasive (and frankly, quite embarrassing) surgical procedure, and his visitation nurse turns out to be terribly, terribly attractive. If only they had met under less humiliating circumstances. SO GOOD OMFG I LOVE THIS FIC

Paging Dr. Katsuki by katsudon_s
Night shifts are never particularly fun for Yuuri, but a certain patient might be able to change that. Omg I love this so far!

got me weak in the knees (doctor, please) by wartransmission, Gen, 9.9k
For as long as he’s known himself, Viktor Nikiforov has never been the type for gossip.That being said, it was a surprising thing that he got intrigued at all by their resident physician. Very cute!

shaky when i came to be by apollothyme, Gen, 4.3k
He goes for another triple axel just as his breath is about to run out again, only this time something is wrong. He knows it as soon as he jumps into the air, but by then there’s nothing he can do. AU where Victor became a doctor instead of going into figure skating and Yuuri is a lucky patient. LOVE!

it must be the caffeine by cyanoscarlet, Gen, 1.5k
“If it’s any consolation, I only got hot water from this thing,” Victor admits, tapping a hand over the button for the 3-in-1 coffee. “It cost a quarter, too.”
Katsuki lets out a sound between a snort and a laugh. “Wow, that sucks, Doc.” Let it be known that The Doctor Is In (Love). Thumbs up!

Chemistry of a Car Crash by super_queer, Not Rated, 6.5k (Omegaverse)
Katsuki Yuuri gets into a car accident and the doctor caring for him is Viktor Nikiforov. Features fluff, and a Viktor that doesn’t know how to ice skate. I haven’t read this, but it was rec’d to me by a follower!

The truth is the world is wrong,
And society is turned upside down. And what you’ve been taught as a child is not always true.
Because human hearts hold more scars and damage than the skin ever could,
And brains and souls bury secrets unimaginable to any one else.
Because hospitals hold more Prayers than a church,
And more “I love you"s than any other place.
Because the darkest places can hold the most light,
And the ugliest and cruelest places can be the most beautiful.
Because the most damaged people can shine brighter than the happiest.
Because the world is not how you think it is, it’s not all smiles and its not the stereotypes we put on it,
It’s dark,
it’s powerful,
and it’s real.
—  A.P

ok…… tribal themes in c17 doesn’t seem really appropriate for a potential hal and alena card, which is what i was really hoping for in the product :/

i guess it’s still possible but i’m not going to hold out hope because when i did that with emn it absolutely broke my heart

She had always assumed that there was a finite amount of hate the human heart could hold before bursting, that its banks would eventually overflow and be destroyed by the sheer volume of it. She was delighted, in this moment, to discover that her heart was capable of such expansion to encompass all the world, and hate everything in it.
—  Me, narrating my life like I’m a Victorian heroine 

A Prayer for Yom HaShoah – composed by Rabbi Lord Sacks.

Today, on Yom HaShoah, we remember the victims of the greatest crime of man against man – the young, the old, the innocent, the million and a half children, starved, shot, given lethal injections, gassed, burned and turned to ash, because they were deemed guilty of the crime of being different.

We remember what happens when hate takes hold of the human heart and turns it to stone; what happens when victims cry for help and there is no one listening; what happens when humanity fails to recognise that those who are not in our image are none the less in G-d’s image.

We remember and pay tribute to the survivors, who bore witness to what happened, and to the victims, so that robbed of their lives, they would not be robbed also of their deaths.

We remember and give thanks for the righteous of the nations who saved lives, often at risk of their own, teaching us how in the darkest night we can light a candle of hope.

Today, on Yom HaShoah, we call on You, Almighty G-d, to help us hear Your voice that says in every generation:

Do not murder.

Do not stand idly by the blood of your neighbour.

Do not oppress the stranger.

We know that whilst we do not have the ability to change the past, we can change the future.

We know that whilst we cannot bring the dead back to life, we can ensure their memories live on and that their deaths were not in vain.

And so, on this Yom HaShoah, we commit ourselves to one simple act: Yizkor, Remember.

May the souls of the victims be bound in the bond of everlasting life. Amen.

In Another Reality Asks
  • Imagine yourself as if you were a mystical being from a different reality. (Cause I'm in a fantasy/mystical/Halloween mood, and sometimes, you need a boost to your confidence.)
  • God/Goddess:
  • Time: Are you old as the world or young as the sunrise?
  • Power: What do you control/represent/have power over?
  • Scroll: What's your backstory? i.e. Born or made? Lover or fighter? Where'd you come from?
  • Sword: Enemies?
  • Bow: Allies?
  • Arrow: Love (platonic, familial, romantic, or otherwise)?
  • Crown: Appearance?
  • Axe: Weapon of choice, if any?
  • Goblet: Dramatic events you've been involved in?
  • Metal: Do humans like you?
  • Marble: Describe either your temple.
  • Throne: What are your followers like?
  • Ruins: Any lore?
  • Fairy:
  • Tree: What era did your fairy life start?
  • Mushroom: What role do you play in your kingdom? i.e. warrior, queen, noble, traveler, craftsman, artisan.
  • Sparkle: Appearance?
  • Flower: Friends?
  • Weeds: Foes?
  • Moon: Anyone in your heart?
  • Breeze: Do you have powers?
  • Star: What do your wings look like and do they have a certain meaning?
  • Leaf: Do you contact humans?
  • Song: Any stories of you?
  • Laugh: Is your kingdom okay - if you even have a kingdom?
  • Vampire:
  • Cloak: Are you ancient or young?
  • Teeth: Are you a "vegan" vampire?
  • Marks: Born or made?
  • Blood: Are you are classic, suave vampire or a loud extrovert, or in between?
  • Gloves: Appearance?
  • Whisper: Any lore?
  • Castle: What's your typical haunt?
  • Smoke: Do you live among the unturned (humans)?
  • Night: Allies?
  • Stake: Attackers?
  • Heart: Those you hold dear?
  • Nymph:
  • Form: What element are you?
  • Path: Have you ever come in to contact with mortals?
  • Earth: Friends?
  • Fire: Enemies?
  • Reflection: Loves (platonic, romantic, or otherwise)?
  • Voice: Fairytales?
  • Flowers: Appearance?
  • Branch: Are you devoted to anyone, or a cause?
  • Scene: Describe your ideal location.
  • Shade: Clothes made of nature or no?
  • Immortal:
  • Clock: What age did you become immortal?
  • Grave: Do you have many people you miss?
  • Textbook: Which historical events did you play a role in?
  • Coincidence: Any likewise minds?
  • Fate: Know anyone with opposite values?
  • Second: Those you miss/would miss?
  • Eternity: Are you all alone?
  • Style: Any clothes from your travels?
  • Portrait: Know anyone famous? Opinions on them?
  • Record: Favorite music from any era?
  • Forget: Anything you feel guilty about?
  • Werewolf:
  • Full moon: Role in your pack, if you have one? i.e., alpha, beta, omega
  • Fur: Appearance?
  • Claw: Born or turned?
  • Transform: Do you live among humans?
  • Pack: Friends/family?
  • Growl: Rivals?
  • Mate: Romance?
  • Scare: Any rumors about you?
  • Attack: Are you more friendly, passive or vicious among other packs?
  • Hunt: Describe your most memorable full moon.
  • Howl: Is your transformation painful?
  • Wound: How do you heal after a full moon?
  • Ghost:
  • Resting place: Where do you haunt?
  • Fog: Do you communicate with the living?
  • Reason: Backstory?
  • Coffin: Do you seek closure?
  • Smile: Friends?
  • Stare: Those you hate?
  • Final: Loved ones?
  • Letters: Do you remember how you died?
  • Still: Age of death?
  • Last: Appearance?
  • Pain: Are you tranquil, sad, or vengeful?
  • Merperson:
  • Shell: Wandering or one certain area?
  • Sea glass: Appearance?
  • Shark: Herbivore or carnivore?
  • Net: Sweet and helpful or rabid and hurtful?
  • Fins: Alone or with a group?
  • Shine: Above the water to interact or underwater and introverted?
  • Reef: Friends?
  • Trench: Predators?
  • Drown: Loved ones?
  • Pearl: Fantasy-like and pretty or more of a feared monster?
  • Waves: Contact with others?
  • If you have more, please add! : )

When Rhys …KSKJDNASJBFEUHT *can’t breathe*

“Three years ago,” he said quietly, “I began to have these…dreams. At first, they were glimpses, as if I were staring through someone else’s eyes. A cracking hearth in a dark home. A bale of hay in a barn. A warren of rabbits. The images were foggy, like looking through cloudy glass. They were brief - a flash here and there, every few months. I thought nothing of them, until one of the images was a hand…This beautiful, human hand. Holding a brush. Painting - flowers on a table.”

My heart stopped beating.”  (so did my brain and life. don’t worry Feyre)

“Alexander…” Magnus pulled him close, and the witchlight flickered between them, its color changing rapidly. Alec had never seen a witchlight rune-stone do that before. He put his head against Magnus’s shoulder and let Magnus hold him. Magnus’s heart didn’t beat like human hearts did. It was slower, but steady. Sometimes Alec thought it was the steadiest thing in his life.

“Kiss me,” Alec said.

Magnus put his hand to the side of Alec’s face and gently, almost absently, ran his thumb along Alec’s cheekbone. When he bent to kiss him, he smelled like sandalwood. Alec clutched the sleeve of Magnus’s jacket, and the witchlight, held between their bodies, flared up in colors of rose and blue and green.

It was a slow kiss, and a sad one. When Magnus drew away, Alec found that somehow he was holding the witchlight alone; Magnus’s hand was gone. The light was a soft white.

Softly, Magnus said, “Aku cinta kamu.”

“What does that mean?”

Magnus disentangled himself from Alec’s grip. “It means I love you. Not that that changes anything.”

“But if you love me-”

“Of course I do. More than I thought I would. But we’re still done,” Magnus said. “It doesn’t change what you did.”

“But it was just a mistake,” Alec whispered. “One mistake-”

Magnus laughed sharply. “One mistake? That’s like calling the maiden voyage of the Titanic a minor boating accident. Alec, you tried to shorten my life.”

“It was just-She offered, but I thought about it and I couldn’t go through with it-I couldn’t do that to you.”

“But you had to think about it. And you never mentioned it to me.” Magnus shook his head. “You didn’t trust me. You never have.”

“I do,” Alec said. “I will-I’ll try. Give me another chance-”

“No,” Magnus said. “And if I might give you a piece of advice: Avoid Camille. There is a war coming, Alexander, and you don’t want your loyalties to be in question. Do you?”

And with that he turned and walked away, his hands in his pockets-walking slowly, as if he were injured, and not just from the cut in his side. But he was walking away just the same. Alec watched him until he moved beyond the glow of the witchlight and out of sight.

—  Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

Kolokýthi (Greek Κολοκύθι) is a little known demon of vengance or wrath in some occult writings. What few depictions exist of her portray her having pink hair–unusual for a demon–wreathed in black roses, antler-like black horns protruding from her pale forehead and bat wings from her back. She walks on the feet of a black cat, and is seen holding a (presumably human) heart in her clawed hand.

Though she is worshipped by few, those who know Kolokýthi’s name and her sigil make offerings of animal bones and dead flowers to summon her for their own bidding. She arrives in a whirl of purple flames and the sound of flapping wings, awaiting the name of those who have wronged the summoner.

It is warned, however, that those who would summon her for petty reason–such as being turned down for a date–will see vengance wrought upon themselves instead, their hearts and souls devoured or taken as trophies.

Symbols: bats, pumpkins, black roses, dead flowers

Went a tiiiny bit overboard for a simple persona, but this was fun to type up and make lol The second picture is her summoning sigil obviously. And didn’t turn out too ugly considering i colored it with my finger :P

Anniversary +1 || C.H

warning: quite long

I M A G I N E 

“You look fantastic, Y/N,” Calum softly compliments, his almond eyes twinkling at the sight of you. His hand snakes upon the clothed table to place it on top of yours lovingly. A candle sat in the middle of it all, with a flame lit and dancing to its own music. Two plates, one for each, was ornate with food you made. 

“You’re not looking so bad yourself, Hood,” you reply, staring at the boy admiringly. Your bottom lip was found between your teeth as you nibbled in adoration. His calloused thumb rubbed the top of your hand as he smiled. “I can’t believe it’s been one year.” 

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