“I told you before, Jem, that you would not leave me,“ Will said, his bloody hand on the hilt of the dagger. “And you are still with me. When I breath, I will think of you, for without you I would have been dead years ago. When I wake up and when I sleep, when I lift up my hands to defend myself or when I lie down to die, you will be with me. You say we are born again. I say there is a river that divides the dead and the living. What I do know is that if we are born again, I will meet you in another life, if there is a river, you will wait on the shores for me to come to you, so we can cross together.” Will took a deep breath and let go of the knife. He drew his hand back. The cut on his palm was already healing- the result of the half dozen iratzes on his skin. “You hear that, James Carstairs? We are bound, you and I, over the divide of death, down through whatever generations may come. Forever.”
Do you know that post about an uber driver surprising passengers with puppies inside their cab? Because I dreamed about it last night but with victuuri. Like, driver!victor with makkachin and his pups at the backseat, then passenger!yuuri enters and victor just stares at him bc wow what an angel??? 'pls marry me we'll travel the world and raise these puppies together???' Lmao it's just so cute too bad i woke up right after that it's such a nice dream ;//
On Victor Nikiforov’s Uber profile it says: prefers passengers with pets.
Yuuri doesn’t have a pet with him, but he does need a ride, so he figures ‘prefer’ is going to have to be the operative word in this situation. Phichit hadn’t been able to give him a ride, something had come up, so he’s leaning against the brick wall outside of a diner. There are waves of rain beating down on the sidewalk in front of him and a tiny, maroon awning is his only savior.
When he sees a white convertible pull up, he squints, wondering if this could possibly be his driver. Deciding to take the risk, he hurries into the rain and peers into the window. There’s a man inside, too blurry to make out, but he’s waving to him, so Yuuri opens the back door.
(No, this can’t be the right car.)
“Come in, you’re going to get soaked!” the man calls, and there’s a playfulness to his voice, an invitation.
“You have dogs,” Yuuri blurts, as though the man doesn’t know that there are currently five brown poodles habituating the back of his fancy convertible.
The man–Victor, Yuuri reminds himself–nods. “That one is Makkachin, he’s the oldest. And that one is Spot–do you see the spot on his back?–and that one is Bella, she’s the troublemaker, and then that’s Charlie…”
“Right, okay,” Yuuri blurts, and he gets into the car, shutting the door behind him. A dog lays down on his lap. He can’t buckle his seatbelt.
“Where are you heading?”
Yuuri swallows. “Um, doesn’t it say in your, uh, thing?”
Victor looks at his GPS. He’s definitely attractive, Yuuri notes. “Yes, I suppose it does. Just trying to make conversation.”
“Oh, right, sorry. Um, I can’t get my seatbelt on.”
“Oh, Makka!” Victor scolds, looking over his shoulder. “You can just push him off, it’s fine. Just be gentle, please.”
Yuuri tries to push the dog off, but he whines and keeps his head on Yuuri’s thigh. He doesn’t have the heart to try again, so he just prays that Victor is a good driver. “So why, um, why the dogs?”
Victor turns a corner and Yuuri holds onto Makkachin, trying to keep him from slipping. “Aren’t they cute?” Victor asks, sounding hopeful.
“Yeah, they are,” he admits, patting Makkachin’s head. “Are they all poodles?”
“I used to have a poodle.”
Victor frowns, looking at him through the rearview mirror. “They’re very loyal dogs. They like riding around, meeting passengers. I’ve never seen Makkachin take as much of a liking to one as he has to you, though.”
He blushes and ducks his head. “Really?”
“Really. In fact, it’d be a shame if he were to never see you again after this ride, so maybe you should give me your phone number. So that you can visit. For the dog’s happiness.”
(Well, that escalated quickly.)
He tries to figure out whether or not Victor is asking him out.
But, it’s for the dog’s happiness, after all.
“S-Sure. I mean, I do need rides sometimes….”
“You’ll be my priority customer,” Victor promises. “Now hold on.”
They swing around a tight corner, Yuuri is thrown against the door. The dogs don’t look at all disturbed, they maintain their places and pant happily at the man in the front seat. “Sorry about that!”
He clutches his heart. “Yeah… Yeah, no problem.”
“Wow, you’re even cuter when you’re flustered,” Victor muses, watching the rearview mirror again.
Yuuri, on the other hand, watches the road. “Look out!”
He glances down at the road, swings their car to the right. “Don’t worry, it’s fine.”
“D-Definitely fine,” Yuuri repeats, unsure.
Then, they’re at his stop. “See you soon?”
(For the dog, Yuuri thinks.)
(For the dog, and for that man’s stunningly gorgeous eyes.)