midsummer celebration

Summer Solstice Celebration!

Hello my lovelies! 
Only one week left until the Summer Solstice and I am just beaming for the upcoming celebration! I decided to make another post like my Spring Equinox celebration one since you all seemed to like it so much. I do plan on having a bit more of a ‘proper’ ritual and celebration of the day since that Monday I have off from work, but here are some other low-key ways that I am going to celebrate the day. I’ve split it into two sections of day activities and night ones because the Summer Solstice can go all night long and I plan on doing a whole cycle’s worth of things. 

During the Day:

  • Greet the sun! I know it’s going to be an early sunrise, but if you’re there to greet the sun, you’ll be starting the day off on the right foot! You can either just lay in bed and watch the sun rise from your window or head outside and do a sun salutation, both will give you energy!
  • Wear your favourite summer clothes! Shorts, tanks tops, t-shirts, sun dresses- even flip flops if you can get away with it! The colours associated with Liltha are reds, oranges, yellows/golds, blues, greens and white! 
  • I’m going to be setting my citrine, clear quartz and peridot stones absorb the sunlight throughout the day- other gems that would love to be out on the Summer Solstice would be fluorite, sunstone, agate, carnelian, and any stone that is green or yellow in colour! But you best check to see if it’ll fade in colour before you set it out all day. If that might happen, then the moon light will work just as well. 
  • For lunch, enjoy a summer salad filled with summer berries like strawberries and blueberries, apples, leafy greens and a sweeter dressing! The berries are a great way of celebrating what the summer will bring for you. 
  • Get outside! I don’t care if it’s for five minutes at your lunch break or an hour long hike like I plan on doing, but get outside and live in nature! Breath in the fresh summer breeze, feel the sun on your skin, meditate and be with nature. 
  • There are so many ways to drink summer in- literally! Lemonade, iced tea, fruit juices, herbal teas like chamomile, rose or lavender will be such a great way to get just that little bit of summer in you. 
  • Today is also a great day to try and interact with the faeries and fae folk. Leave a small offering of milk and honey (or a honey cake!) outside in your garden, in a park, on the outside window ledge, and the fae will appreciate the gesture! Who knows- that could be the start of a relationship between you and them. 

At Night:

  • Have friends over or go out to dinner! If nothing else, the summer solstice is about celebrating with friends and family! It’s about being thankful for what you have and getting excited for the summer, so get together and discuss your upcoming summer plans! Who knows what might come out of it?
  • Listen to music- your favourite music, and sing your heart out! The god Apollo (the Greek god of Light, Sun, music and poetry) is one of the many gods who will be thriving off the activities of today and you can honour them by just enjoying music and art. 
  • Light candles- or your barbecue! Traditionally, this sabbat is celebrated with a balefire (outside campfire), but if you’re like me and lack an outside fire pit, then lighting up the bbq and cooking up some veggie or meat kebabs will be a good way of making a feast and substituting the ‘real thing’. No BBQ? No stress- light up some candles and watch it glow. Bonus points if they are coloured or scented to match the holiday. 
  • Make a craft for the summer- a flower crown, a bird house, a sun catcher. I know I plan on making a flower crown and perhaps painting that day, but so long as you create something, spell or not, it can honour the day’s celebrations.
  • Watch the sunset- like watching the sunrise, watching the longest day of the year come to a close will be an amazing way to celebrate the whole of the Summer Solstice. 
  • Are you of legal age? Have a drink of summer wines or berry ciders- just remember to give either the first or last sip to nature, the faeries will find it! 
  • Decorate your home for summer and for the summer solstice by incorporating some common symbols as decor- seashells, fresh flowers like sunflowers, daisies, carnations, and peonies, little statues of birds, deer, faeries, feathers from birds, and shining crystals. The summer decor, beach house look is always a popular one during June and July so you’ll bled right in.

So this is the rough outline of what I plan on doing during the Summer Solstice! I am going to do a spell that day I think, but I haven’t decided what just yet. I’m thinking a motivation spell or a creativity spell, so I can charge up my summer and all the writing I plan on doing. All I know is that it’s going to be a great day! I hope that I have inspired you to celebrate, regardless of how busy you may be that Monday. 

I hope you have an amazing week and a fantastic Summer Solstice! Love you all and sending all my good vibes out to you for this summer.

-Faye xx

Litha! June 21st

Hi everyone! Here are some very EASY ways to celebrate midsummer!

  1. Open up the curtains and let some good sunlight cleanse your room.
  2. Open up the window.
  3. Clean cobwebs from the ceiling and other places.
  4. Go on a picnic!
  5. Eat some berries.
  6. Pick flowers.
  7. Light a candle that reminds you of summer or of the sun.
  8. Wear a floral print.
  9. Make a honey and sugar face scrub.
  10. Make a flower crown.
  11. Garden, or water your plants.
  12. Just sit in the sun, relax for once and soak in new beginnings :) -Freya
A very happy June solstice to Pagans everywhere

In the Northern Hemisphere, its Midsummer for us; in the Southern Hemisphere, it’s Midwinter.

I hope wherever you are and whatever your faith may be, that you have many years of health and joy ahead of you on this earth.

🌿✨ Finnish Midsummer Juhannus spells ✨🌿

Juhannus was originally a celebration for Ukko the supreme god of weather and harvest. It was also a time for making magic since the spirit world was more active at the time of the white nights. A loud feasting and drinking brought luck in love as well as a good harvest and kept the evil spirits at bay.

1. Roll in dew

If you roll around naked in a field, your future spouse will appear in your life within a year. Dew was believed to have a healing effect and rolling in it was supposed to make you beautiful and healthy. Earlier, dew was even collected in cloths and pressed into bottles for the year to come.

2. Put a spell on a field

Find a four-leafed clover from the yard in the evening. Hide the clover under your shirt, next to your bosom. When the clock strikes midnight, let your hair loose and run to the field. Go around the field three times. When the person of your fancy will eat bread made out of the wheat from that specific field, they will fall in love with you.

3. Collect seven flowers

Collect seven different types of flowers from as many meadows. When going to bed, put the bouquet underneath your pillow. You will see “the one” in your dream. Flowers and plants have an important role in Midsummer celebrations. Previously, it was common to scatter tree leaves on the floors and build tree houses in the yards. Even cows were decorated with garlands, so as to secure a good year for the cattle and milk production.

4. Sweep naked

Sweep your bedroom floor naked, just a red thread tied around your waist, and the ghost of your love will greet you.

5. Tie a sauna whisk, vihta

Vihtas are always made for the Midsummer sauna. They are usually made out of birch as its fresh leaves are soft and have a lovely fragrance. For your magic spell, the Midsummer bath whisk should be made out of eight different tree and flower types. After the sauna, throw the whisk on the roof of the sauna. Climb up after it and see whereto the stem of the whisk points. That is the direction from which your future spouse will come.

6. Make a bonfire

The smoke of the bonfire will turn to the person who will find their spouse next. When the flames start to go out, jump over the bonfire to bring luck in love.

7. Look into a mirror

When you put two mirrors opposite each other on a midsummer night, you can see your future spouse in the reflection of the other.

8. Listen to the first sound

In the wee hours of the night, climb up somewhere high – on a hill, on top of a fell or a big rock. To a place where it is easy to hear surrounding sounds. Your future spouse will come from the same direction as the first sound of the morning. If you hear music, it means an approaching wedding. If you hear a child crying, it is a sign of birth. The number of cuckoo sounds tells how many years you have to wait until you find love.

Your eyes are like....

Please use your MOON and RISING signs ~

Aries: the first morning of the spring, fire reflecting through, warmth that melts the ice away gently but fast

Taurus: the first flowers of the year, dawn of the day, beauty of the world, relaxed and gentle, hot tea after work, silent but meaningful like forest

Gemini: the curious eyes of child, reflecting the colorful mind, like the morning breeze, little fairies dancing in the rain

Cancer: strong but full of understanding the complexity of empathy, the bright summer nights, reflection in the surface of the lake

Leo: work of art, bright like sun but understanding like moon, midsummer day and celebrating, sparklers in the water

Virgo: warm cup of coffee in the morning, small but strong flowers, the morning rain, shine of the diamonds and purity of first snow

Libra: the first star of the night, window reflecting you, understanding of the person, slowly burning candles on a winter night, cozy fall days

Scorpio: the moon and the stars of the night, coldness of the winter and heat of the summer, passion of the tiger and understanding of the deep sea

Sagittarius: the adventures of the summer, the sparkles of the fire, meant for understanding the life, snow angels and snowball fights

Capricorn: ambition that goes over the sky, the moon and the universe, warmth of a hug on a winter day, stability of a maple

Aquarius: understanding humanity and everything beyond, dancing in the summer rain, galaxies of the universe

Pisces: looking through the rose glasses, where the worlds top secrets are kept, white clouds of the sky, snowflakes falling from the sky


Áine is the Irish goddess of summer, love, protection, fertility, wealth and sovereignty. A Faery Queen, Áine is a goddess of the earth and nature, and it was believed she brought luck and good fortune to her worshippers. Both a sun and moon goddess, she displayed the varying characteristics belonging to each.

Above all else, Áine was the people’s goddess, who gave much to them and received their love and worship in return. She was honored at Midsummer celebrations by farmers asking her blessings for an abundant harvest. 

Midsummer Queen - Thor x Reader

@audreythetealovingcat, There was indeed a few request for the batboys, but surprisingly enough, Thor was also up there…So here, I’m giving you some Thor dude, hope you guys’ll like it (mehmehmeh) : 

Summary : Reader is in an established relationship with Thor, and he decides to finally take her to Asgard. She’s not sure she likes the idea…

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)


You almost threw up. 

You weren’t really expecting the travel from Earth to Asgard to be this…special. Your entire reality warped, extended, everything went so fast and was so bright and oh my god why so many different colors…and then all of a sudden, it stopped, leaving you wanting to vomit your guts everywhere. 

You didn’t though. Thank God (or Gods ?). You held a bit tighter Thor’s hand though, and wished really hard that the world would stop spinning. He misinterpreted your clinginess with excitement, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. Great, more support. You let your body slumped on his side, glad that sometimes, your boyfriend was so oblivious to things. If he knew you felt ill, he would have freaked out and you’d have been ridiculous in front of the little audience that was there…

A few people were waiting. You didn’t know most of them but you recognize Thor’s friends, Volstagg, Fandral, Hogun and…Sif. Damn, she was beautiful. Thor told you about her when you asked about previous girlfriends, apparently, they had a thing, but it never really worked out…She was staring at you coldly. Great. A new friend already…

-Welcome to my home, my love. This is Heimdall, the gate keeper. Good friend of mine. You already know those four, and that’s my mother, Frigga, and my father, Odin. Everyone, may I present to you Lady Y/N, my woman.

You couldn’t help but smile at how he called you. “My woman”. On Earth, most people would think it was a bit rude to call one’s girlfriend like that. But Asgard wasn’t Earth, and obviously, it was totally normal. But as soon as you realized you were actually in front of Thor’s parents, you started to get extremely nervous again. You knew it was a bad idea to come here…

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pairing: Ivar x Reader

fandom: vikings

warnings: smut

@nekodemon73  @kumpmk @bookswillfindyouaway

The arrival of the heathen army hadn’t left much room for festivities or happiness. With your father the king captured and your brother missing, you were the only one of the royal family left. The people desperately needed something to distract their minds from the war and the midsummer celebrations were a good way of doing just that.

 Preparations were already in motion for tonight and up until this moment everything went smoothly. That was until Ivar and his men arrived at your gates, the king at his side, and demanded entrance. There was no way to refuse them, not with your father held prisoner so you opened the front gates for them and let everyone in. 

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Happy Midsummer ✨ 

In Denmark it is a tradition to celebrate by having a bonfire while you sing songs. It originates from ran old northern belief that this day was filled with magic. The fire is supposed to keep all the bad things away.

Sun & Fire Incense 🌞

I made this incense for my midsummer celebrations but figured since it has a lot of solar/fire energy, it can be used in spells needing those energies! It’s incredibly simple.

What you need:

  • Dragon’s Blood Resin
  • Sandalwood Powder
  • Dried Juniper Berries 
  • Sun Water 
  • Sunflower or Dandelion Oil (I used Dandelion)

What you do:

  • Crush the Dragon’s Blood and Juniper into the finest powder you can make it (the finer, the better), then add the Sandalwood powder and mix these together into a small bowl.
  • Add three drops of the oil and a couple drops of the sun water to form a stiff, semi-dry sort of paste. You don’t want it to be runny or too wet because your cones won’t form properly.
  • Add the “batter” onto parchment, and using your hands, form it into cones, then dry it in the sun.

To see my midsummer video where you can watch me make this, click here

The Witchy Lifestyle: Litha

“The Sun is our lord and father: Bright face at the gate of day, comfort of home, cattle, and crop; Lord of the Morning, Lord of the Day. Lifting our hearts, we sing his praise - dance in his healing rays…” ~ “Reel around the Sun,” Riverdance

Here we stand on the longest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere. The sun seems as if it were standing still in the sky, pausing before sliding back down beyond the horizon. This is a time of bonfires, celebration, and feasts. It is a time of banishing harmful spirits and praying for bountiful harvests during the remainder of the year.

Litha is a holiday that hearkens back to ancient Germanic cultures, celebrated today most often by Anglo-Saxon and Germanic re-constructionists and pagans who follow beliefs linked to Germanic practice. It is also a prominent holiday in Christian belief, known as St. John’s Day.

This sabbat would be difficult to trace back to any specific, single point. In part this is due to the fact that midsummer held a significant role to many cultures, and also in part due to the fact that even today, it is celebrated in many different ways. As such, much of what I’ll be describing here tends to be a bit of a generalization. Not every culture engaged in large bonfires, and not every culture even placed nearly so much significance on midsummer (the Celts, for instance, may have acknowledged midsummer, but didn’t celebrate it to the same extent as their four other fire festivals - Samhain, Beltane, Lughnassadh, and Imbolc).

The Wheel of the Year

In the Wiccan story for the wheel of the year, the God as the Oak King is at the height of his virility and power. The Goddess is pregnant, and the Oak King offers his bounties. Though a time of life and celebration, it is also a silent acknowledgement that the Oak King will surrender to the Holly King. After all, now that the year is at the longest the day will get, it will only begin to shorten as the autumn and winter days approach.

Celebrating the Sun

Today, Litha (a name carried over from the Germanic, derived from a text describing months and times of the year - this day being part of “late Litha”) is celebrated by Wiccans and neo-pagans both as an acknowledgement of the turning of the Wheel and also as a way of giving thanks for the bounty brought by the year thus far.

Like Beltane, bonfires are a frequent sight for Litha, symbolizing the power of the sun at its height. Celebrants would wake early so as to construct the fires and watch the rising of the sun, and would keep them burning from sunrise to sunset. In order to cast away negativity and evil spirits, torches built from the bonfires would be carried around the home, representing the light of the sun being cast on all sides of the house. The ashes would be used to bless livestock (much like the Beltane ashes), and the cooled coals and embers would be mixed into the soil of fields so as to bless the crop and encourage strong growth in the months to come.

Feasting is common, as it is on many holidays. Traditionally, dishes with fruits, grains, and honey would be consumed - all goods that are readily accessible during the summer.

Traditionally, oak holds a special role in the pagan aspects of Litha. A tree found throughout the northern hemisphere, it is often respected as a guardian and sometimes even as a spiritual passage into other worlds. Its wood, when burned in a Litha fire, was a potent form of blessing and protection. Aromatic herbs added to the fire would further serve to empower these blessings, and would help add more of that sacred energy to the ashes for the fields and livestock.

Celebrating Today…

In my personal practice, Litha is not that prominent of a sabbat. However, I do occasionally celebrate it, and do so by creating a small fire either in the form of a candle or in the form of a camp/bonfire if celebrating with the coven. I usually give my thanks for the blessings I have received throughout the year, and ask for blessings during the waning light.

If I celebrate with the coven, food is nearly always present. Traditional fare is usually brought to the table, along with wine or whiskey (or if I have it, mead).

This year, contemplate the role the sun has in your life. What kinds of blessings have you received this season, and how might you give thanks for them? And what do you hope to accomplish as the light wanes?

Have a Blessed Litha! )O(

Zelda’s Log #8: The Things We Lost (And The Ones We Gained)

A/N: I have a very strained relationship with my father, so writing about Zelda’s relationship with her father comes quite close to home. I cried a lot writing this, as you might guess. 

Fun Fact: this is the second chapter I wrote when I was planning this series.

Music: Mitski - Francis Forever; Claude Debussy - Suite Bergamasque III. Clair de Lune.

*Leaves giant box of kleenex just in case*


She almost immediately regretted coming to the place once was her home.

Her last times on the Castle ruins were hazy, because of all the adrenaline and the rush of the battle.

One was a hundred years ago, as she faced the Calamity head on, on her own, surrounded by the wreckage on her kingdom, and the fire devouring and consuming everything, turning buildings, people and living beings in ashes.

The second one was still among the ruins, but the Calamity was no more, sealed away with her power and the blade carried by her reawakened appointed knight: she just returned to pick some belongings - her Sheikah slate among them - and clothes from a chest. Nothing else, nothing more.

She remembers the vague image of a Silent Princess in bloom crossing her eyes before leaving the ruins and rushing on horseback. She regained focus once they were in Link’s house - where her new life began.

Now all she sees is every single detail: the cracks and textures, tears and wears, growing plants and moss on the rubble and ruin surrounding her.

No malice, no enemies; just destruction and silence.

10.37 a.m. I am currently revisiting the castle ruins. I have no idea which is wiser: to rebuild or to tear everything to the ground and start over. Either case, at least I know Mr. Bolson has us covered.

Fun thing: I’m writing from my old desk. Some things never change.

Link tapped her shoulder, signaling her to follow him somewhere.

Despite the massive level of decay, she could recall all the halls and rooms. Link’s steps ceased in front of a concealed door, now out of its original position, on the library.

She could be able to recognize her father’s studio in any state.

Zelda had lost the count of how many times she had been scolded there.

‘I found this’ -his hand grabbed a torn up volume- 'on my first incursion here’, he explained, 'I thought you might want to read it, or just have it as a keepsake’.

‘My father’s journal?’, she examined the book, her face unimpressed. ‘I didn’t know he had one’.

After reading the first pages, her expression was neutral. As she made progress her lips pursed, her brows frowned, and her teeth clenched.

After reading the last page, her soft voice turned in a growl, she brashly closed the journal, and without a word, it flew across the room, to Link’s surprise.

The thudding of the book echoed on the walls. Zelda started wailing, tears cascading down her cheeks.

‘He knew it was not the way’, she sobbed, ‘Why did he understood so late that I was doing my best? I tried so, so hard to be a good daughter and Princess, you know how much, and all the time I felt he was ashamed of me!’

She crouched on the stone floor, emptying her heavy heart. Link sat on the floor, containing her with an embrace, not very differently from the day the Calamity fell upon the land.

'If only… if only he had just accepted me just as I was before all fell apart…’, she murmured, brusquely wiping her cheeks, 'I would have been able to find another way to awaken my power… and maybe, saved me from the hopelessness I always felt’.

The slow strokes Link gave her in the head calmed her down, little by little, until the sobbing faded. Silence was in the air for a moment, until he decided to disclose some words of consolation.

'Your father used to roam the Great Plateau as an old man, you know?’, he revealed, ‘He helped me out at the beginning of my adventure, when I had absolutely no idea of my purpose, or who I was’.

She looked at Link, eyes full of reluctance.

‘Did he tell you about me?’ Her brows were still furrowed.

‘Yes. First, he asked me if I recognized your voice, which I didn’t… ’, Link sighed. ‘And once he revealed who he was, the King begged me to save you’ - he cupped her cheek - ‘He knew he failed you’.

Zelda looked sideways, eyes fixed on the dumped journal.

'At least, he had some remorse’, she murmured, getting up and dusting off her knees. ‘I can be a little more forgiving considering that fact’. She walked towards the volume, and picked it from the ground. 'I’m keeping this, as a memento. He is still my father, even with all his shortcomings’.

When she closed it, a small bunch of envelopes fell from the large notebook.

To Priestess Augustine’, she read outloud. 'That’s my mother’s name’.

'I don’t remember seeing those back then’, Link reminisced, scratching the back of his head. 'Maybe they were well hidden’.

Zelda read the first letter for both of them.

Priestess Augustine,

I hope you fare well, after getting acquainted during the Midsummer celebrations. Master Rauru has nothing but words of praise for your devotion to Our Lady and The Golden Three, and your vast knowledge on the matters and happenings of this land.

I wish I could get to know you better.

Best regards,

Prince Rhoam

Zelda and Link, looked at their finding, then to each other, speechless and with widened eyes.

'I’ll read this one’ - Link picked the next one - ’To Crown Prince Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule - this one’s written by your mom, I think’.

'It is! Her handwriting is lovely’, Zelda caressed the delicate and feminine manuscript words, with a warm smile on her lips.

Your Highness,

Thanks for your kind words, although the praise comes close to home - the loving eyes of my father.

If you think I haven’t seen you spying on me at the Temple of Time, you are terribly, deeply wrong.

I ask kindly of you to stop following me, for you are interrupting my job; also to behave accordingly to your station as Crown Prince.


Priestess Augustine

P.S.: I just saw you at the temple library. Stop following me!

'Like mother, like daughter’, Link smirked, earning an elbowing from the Princess.

'Let’s go outside’, she requested, 'I rather spend the night outside than here, among the rubble’.

5.25 p.m. I find myself rather conflicted: despite the resentment I have against my father, the diary I read shows he had conundrums of his own: in the end, he was a single parent raising a peculiar child, with the added responsibility of leading Hyrule.

He failed as a parent. He knew it and acknowledged it, and I can give him credit for that. He failed also to mend our relationship, for the Calamity struck before we even had a chance to reconcile. That was out of our hands, sadly.

I started reading the correspondence father had with mother before they even had a relationship. Link and I found them casually on his journal. I hope this sheds light on my father’s true colors, and also I will hopefully learn more about my mother, for he talked very little about her with me.

Link set up camp on a courtyard beneath Zelda’s old study, so they would have shelter in case of an impromptu rainfall. Fall was slowly approaching, after all.

They shared a simple dinner of rice balls, meat, mushroom and vegetable skewers, and fresh fruit. Once done, they continued reading the letters.

Dear Rhoam,

Thank you so much for your kind words at my father’s funeral. I am devastated, but life goes on. He lived a full life without regrets, so I know he rests in peace in the Sacred Realm.

Come visit whenever you want. I won’t try to kick you out, I promise. I consider you now a friend.

Best regards,


'She doesn’t hate him anymore’, Link commented, after finishing his reading.

'We could be reading all night long, you know?, Zelda received the letter and put it back with the rest. 'I’ll check the last one’.

She took one from the bottom of the bunch.

'To Zelda’. Tears welled in her eyes. ’From Papa’ - she handed her partner the envelope - 'I can’t read this’.

She walked away from the campfire. Link followed her, out of instinct.

‘Don’t, please’, she ordered, not turning to look at him. ‘I want to be alone for a moment’.

He obeyed.

And he waited, next to the fire, until she reemerged from the shadows.

‘I’m better now’. Her eyes showed she had been crying again.

‘Permission to speak freely?’, he asked, in a tone that suited more the Link from a hundred years ago that his current self.

‘You shouldn’t ask that, of course you are free to do so’.

‘It’s because you are not going to like my words’. 

He took a deep breath. 

‘Your father was terrible at parenting, that’s a fact. He never understood you wanted a life beyond the royal duties until it was too late. But…’ - his voice cracked - ‘at least you remember him, and even have his journal and the letters as keepsakes’. Tears started running down his cheeks. ‘I have nothing’.

Zelda felt a little ashamed of her, forgetting about the fact Link had a loving, caring family the Calamity had literally wiped out of existence, and from his memories, after his hundred-year sleep.

‘Instead of being angry at him’, he wiped his tears, ‘learn from him. Don’t do the same things he did to you to our children’.

She nodded, smiling at the word that slipped from his lips. ‘I won’t. I promise - cross my heart’.

They hugged tightly for a while.

‘You’re sniffling, young lady’, Link scolded her playfully, ‘Blow your nose’.

Zelda’s slightly puffy and reddened eyes went round as the full moon over them. She broke the embrace and dashed inside the castle, to Link’s stupor.

She quickly returned with something in her hands.

Two old handkerchiefs, with delicate and intricate needlework: one with a Z monogrammed, surrounded by Silent Princesses; the other an L surrounded by a laurel wreath.

‘Your mother embroidered these’. She placed the weathered, but still soft cotton pieces on his hands. ‘One she gave it to me after making her son smile for an undisclosed reason… the other one… I stole it from your belongings’ - she blushed - ‘I had these hidden on my desk’.

Link crumbled, falling on his knees, crying his heart out, holding on to Zelda by her waist, who held him in silence.

‘She asked me if I knew what your favorite flowers were’, he sobbed, reminiscing a little. ‘I never understood why’.

She laughed bittersweetly, and kissed his hair.

They remained next to the fire in silence, holding still on to each other, Zelda realizing her beloved had dozed off, clung to her lap, handkerchiefs still on his grasp.

She covered Link with his hood, huddling against him for warmth, and picked the still unread letter.

‘My Dearest Daughter,

You were born today. I’m overwhelmed by happiness. I wrote some about this event on my journal, but I couldn’t convey it in words properly, I think.

I intend to give you this letter when you turn seventeen, as a sort of time capsule.

Although you are so tiny and chubby, you look so much like your mother, I wonder if you will show off her traits when you grow up: her sense of wonder, her intellectual, scholarly tendencies, or her stubbornness. I have to brace myself for the last one, in that case.

I will try to be the best father I can be, and if I fail, I beg your forgiveness beforehand, for no one is born knowing how to be a father. At least I have your mother for guidance. Goddesses know what I would be without her.

I will always love you.

Your Papa’

Zelda had no more tears left. She just had silence.

11.52 p.m. Dear Father, wherever you are: I have mixed feelings about you. A part of me will always resent you for how you treated me, but the other feels sorry for you, for every time I refused to follow the rules and went to research ‘my beloved relics’ as you called them, I became more and more of a living reminder of my mother.

Heartache and loss surely make people change radically, and act against their good will.

I might be able to forgive you someday. But for now, upon request of the man I love, I will learn from you, and not force my will into my offspring, and even so, I won’t let your memory plague my future actions and choices. I have to restore a kingdom - no small feat - and help Link regain as much of his memory as possible, for it is my responsibility, after sending him to the Shrine of Resurrection.

My biggest triumph over the harm you did to me, will be me, being unapologetically me.

Yuri on Ice Fanfic Rec List

Here are some of my favorite YOI fanfics so far! :) This list will be updated often! If you have any suggestions for fics that I can add, feel free to message me. 

Last update: April 23, 2017

My organization is kinda weird and all over the place right now since I’m constantly updating this, but basically it goes from my favorites of all time from each ship, and THEN to the rest of the series, then to the multi-chaptered fics, then to the one-shots.. If that makes sense lol. Sorry. ^-^’;

Also, let me add: I was originally going to list how many chapters each fic has, but some are currently ongoing! Therefore, only the series/fics that are COMPLETE will have the number of chapters listed so that I don’t have to update this every day. :) And another thing: I have fics separated by the main ship. However, many of the Victuuri fanfictions I have listed also have Otayuri on the side as well, so I apologize if some of you don’t really like that too much. Thanks for understanding!

Note: Most of these are explicit rated. ;)

Update: Removed the majority of my “notes” sections, because my wording just bothers me lol. 


————- Favorite Victuuri Fics ————-

Beside the Dancing Sea by lily_winterwood and MapleTreeway

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: 13

Words: 186,584

He’s finally here in this lovely and quiet little beach cottage, and the rest of the year seems to stretch out infinitely before him. Time will pass, though, and it will pass faster than he realizes, but in the meantime he will stop worrying about writer’s block and deadlines and not even having the foggiest clue what his next novel’s going to be about, and live.

New York Times-bestselling author Viktor Nikiforov arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Torvill Cove to cure his writer’s block. After encountering local wallflower Yuuri Katsuki at a party, he discovers that this mysterious dark-haired man has a couple secrets up his sleeve.

And Viktor will be damned if he doesn’t find out just what those secrets are.

Victory of the Night by c0rnfl0wer

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- Meet Me By the River:

Chapters: 1

Words: 11,527

Every Kupala Night has come and gone without his attending, but now that Viktor Nikiforov is getting older and taking over the position as leader of his village, he has to start taking his life in a different direction. He wasn’t sure whether he expected anything at all in this way. But when Yuuri catches his wreath, he finds the path he had always longed for.

Historical/Mythology AU based on Slavic mythology and traditions, specifically Kupala Night - a midsummer celebration involving merrymaking in a few different ways.

Part 2- Ivan da Maria:

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Rusalka: a living-dead aquatic spirit in folklore that varies in their attitude toward humans.
Navka: a subdivision of the Rusalka, known for its charming cruelty.

Viktor never minded when human civilization built up around him, or when other spirits began sharing the waters with him. He easily dominated every tradition that the centuries presented; that was what he minded. No one wants to be known for tragedy. No one wants to be subjected to loneliness and despair forever. No one wants to drag their beloved one down. Everyone wants a happy ending, even if it isn’t in their nature.

Separation Anxiety by Okaeri_Kairi

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter. Main fic of the Haven series.

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Deep in the dark, unsettling back alleys of St. Petersburg, a network of rival families makes up the heart of the mafia that runs the city’s underground. Of these, none is more feared than the Nikiforov family, an infamous group that is said to be led by a man of cold blood and steel. Viktor, the son of the previous boss, knows only too well just how frightening this man is.

He is, after all, married to him.

Notes: Mafia AU. Major content warning for rape/non-con, as well as child abuse, suicide mention, torture, and a LOT of violence.

Rivals by Reiya

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches:

Chapters: 14

Words: 197,690

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

Part 2- Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts:

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Viktor doesn’t remember the first time he met Yuuri Katsuki.

This however, is what Viktor does remember…

You Can’t Plan for Everything by RivDeV

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Yuuri forgets that he has a scheduled heat coming up until it’s just a couple weeks away. He scrambles to get everything ready in time, including deciding whether he’ll spend it alone or with someone. Victor only wants to help.

Notes: Omegaverse AU.

Twenty-Five Hours by 0lizzybennet0

Rating: Mature

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

In which Yuuri spends a 25 hour flight next to Victor Nikiforov, skating legend, and feels it might simultaneously be the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him.

Set at the start of the series, if Yuuri and Victor had never met at the banquet and Yuuri never skated Victor’s routine.

katsuki_fc wrote by tetsurashian

Rating: General Audiences

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: 7

Words: 12,744

Just because Yuuri isn’t big on social media, doesn’t mean his fans aren’t.

(aka a social media fic)

My Notes: Social media format. This cured my post-episode 12 depression.

Masquerade by Ashida

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

“Just say the word.” came the whisper as Victor stepped close, behind them Yuuri was aware of guns out and at the ready, of confused men and questioned loyalties, here Victor was offering, and Yuuri was too selfish to say no.

“Ok.” Yuuri smiled as this game of masquerade came to an end, what would happen now, he didn’t know, he would probably die, his family would come after him and try to put a knife in his back or a bullet between his eyes, none of it mattered, because together they would fight, and the rest of the world would finally burn.

Notes: Mafia AU. Content warning for violence, blood, gore, etc. 

Faded by martialartist816

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 6,283

Victor knows only two things: that he’s very drunk and that Yuuri looks very good in that suit.

Notes: PORN. VERY, VERY GOOD PORN. This is my favorite oneshot of all time and I HIGHLY FREAKING RECOMMEND IT. This oneshot is my #aesthetic and if it was a person then I would marry it, no questions asked. The line about the skyline is what got me tbh I am so wEAK for that type of sappy shit and it was such a visual line that I could picture the whole setting clearly in my head and hoooooo I just REALLY love this fic. 👌👌👌 Read it now.

Trembling Hands, Smooth Jazz, and You by SuggestiveScribe

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 10,785

Yuuri swallowed past the tightness in his throat, “Am I the one being interviewed now?”

“I just want to know more about you,” Viktor responded. “You write so much on your blog and within media, but none of those words are ever about yourself.”

Music filled the momentary silence. “There’s not much to say,” Yuuri eventually answered.

“There’s always something to say.”

Notes: Journalist AU.

10 Kinks Challenge by anirondack

Rating: Explicit:

Type: Series

Parts: 10 (too many to link here, sorry!)

Words: 55,570

10 fics about 10 kinks for Victor/Yuuri. 

centripetal force by braveten

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: 10

Words: 85,800

Victor speaks seven languages.

(Physics isn’t one of them.)

Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major.

the death of a bachelor by exile_wrath

Rating: Teen and Up (may be subject to change?)

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

In which Victor is at the top of the (criminal) world, and ends up falling for the hot bartender that works at a Giacometti speakeasy.

Alternatively: In which Yuuri is a bartender with a thing for the hot patron which could probably kill him but also wants to have sex with him. To be fair, Yuuri is pretty down to sleep with him too.

But things don’t go as planned, sometimes, and rather than Victor finding someone to warm his bed for a night, he finds Yuuri, who offers him an intimacy and care that he had never thought he’d have. And in turn, Yuuri finds someone achingly lonely but willing to open his heart so they can both be together in a way they had only dreamed of.

————- More Victuuri Fics ————-

Of Love and Other Emotions by smudgesofink

Rating: Teen & Up

Type: Series

Part 1- Fascination: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 1,198

Victor didn’t understand it at first but Yuuri has such a deep fascination with every part of his body.

Part 2- Silliness and Stolen Shirts: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 2,764

“You’re,” Victor begins in a stammer, and wait, are the tips of his ears turning pink? “You’re wearing my shirt.” Yuuri looks down at himself once again, and sure enough, it’s Victor’s wine red shirt that’s hanging off his body.

In which Victor is weak for the Boyfriend Shirt, and Yuuri doesn’t realize he is, too.

Part 3- Hold Me Tight: 

Chapters: 2

Words: 11,556

Katsuki Yuuri is not a tactile man. Anyone who’s spent a minute with him can tell you that much.

Victor, however—

To say that Victor is touchy-feely is the understatement of the century.

So when Victor just stops touching Yuuri, without explanation, without reason, it makes for a painfully jarring experience.

(Alternatively titled: Five Times Victor Hugs Yuuri, and the One Time He Doesn’t)

Notes: Content warning for homophobia in part 3.

Quad Lutz by iamalivenow

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Victor falls in love with Yuuri every single time they touch each other.

Yuuri loves him from the beginning.

Notes: Kinky.

In Regards to Love by martialartist816

Rating: Mature

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A 

Each chapter is a drabble for either Eros or Agape. These drabbles tell stories of Victor and Yuuri, ranging from all sorts of AU’s. The songs are what they skate to during their duets.

Notes: My favorite drabble is the summer camp one. :)

Spurious Beauties and Excellencies by pseudocitrus

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 3,674

No one seems to find all this touching unusual at all, even though the mere thought of anyone thinking so is enough to make Yuri feel like he’s replaced his face with a pool of lava.

Notes: Porn.

Patience by martialartist816 

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 3,505

“You said you wanted me to do something that would excite you.” Yuuri’s voice sounded cool and even above him. Victor suspected he wore a small smile. “This is what I thought of.”

Notes: Two words: Bottom. Victor. :) I actually read this when I was out at dinner with my mom and her gf. It was a very good dining experience! :D

Talk to Me by SuggestiveScribe 

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 3,929

There was a bouncing shift of weight, and suddenly a silky voice was at Yuuri’s ear, “Hey Yuuri, is it possible you like when I speak Russian?”

Yuuri groaned.

Viktor’s lips ghosted right beneath Yuuri’s ear, gently sliding over the sensitive flesh of his neck, “I can speak Russian to you, if you like.”

Watch by SuggestiveScribe

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 7,869

“You have pretty legs, Yuuri.”


Distraction by SuggestiveScribe

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 7,968

“Yuuri, let’s not think about that,” Viktor said, holding out his hands. Yuuri set his other skate aside. “You should take your mind off it; maybe seek a distraction–”


“–Anything to disengage from the nega–” Viktor stopped, blinking. “Wait, what?”

Yuuri rose back to his feet, moving to stand in front of Viktor. Emotion burned at the edge of his irises, and in the limited light his stare flashed more crimson than brown, “I said, ‘okay’.”



From Almaty, With Love by BoxWineConfessions

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- From Almaty, With Love: 

Chapters: 13

Words:  71,776

It’s quiet here. Even if the car alarm on the neighbor’s goddamn BMW has been going off for the past twenty minutes. Quiet, even though the alarm’s got the neighbor’s dog howling like crazy, and the neighbor works second shift and isn’t there to comfort the dumb dog.

It’s quiet…They haven’t spoken to each other since that morning, when Yuri went off to go see his tutor, and Otabek went off to do whatever the hell it was he did in the mornings before he hit the rink.

“You’re used to the noise?”

“Yeah, but…I think I like the quiet too.”

Or: Yuri spends the summer with Otabek in Almaty.

Part 2- Line and Verse: 

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Yuri was once told that the best stories have no ending. Otabek has never had a problem in turning the page and beginning a new. Together, they write new chapters.Prequels, sequels, and oneshots from the “From Almaty With Love” universe.

Lame-Ass Handjobs by martialartist816

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- Something More Involved than Lame-Ass Handjobs: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 3,792

Otabek is too damn perfect. Plain and simple. It frustrates Yuri to no end, but he loves him all the same.

Part 2- Something More Involved than Lame-Ass Blowjobs: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 3,392

A sequel fic, following how Yuri and Otabek celebrate first and second place at the Cup of Canada.

Eyes Like a Soldier by emblems

Rating: General Audiences

Type: Series

Part 1- Run in My Veins:

Chapters: 2

Words: 1,602

Fifty sentences for Otabek Altin and Yuri Plisetsky.

Part 2- Play to the Fullest: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 1,699

Yuri suggests they ditch the banquet early. Otabek, of course, can’t find it in himself to say no.

Notes: I read this series when my brother was getting his first tattoo. Pretty neato.

OtaYuri A/B/O Series by i_like_my_eggs_benedict

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- You’re Worth It: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 8,173

“Yuri Plisetsky hated heats. Everything about them. The confusion, the mess, the inconvenience. But most of all he hated feeling vulnerable, like a wounded animal left on the side of the road. He bemoaned the fact he had presented as an omega every single day of his life. Even more so when he was in heat.He only slightly stopped feeling complete and utter contempt for his biology when Otabek Altin presented as an alpha. 

Part 2- In The Moonlight: 

Chapters: 1

Words:  2,491

A sequel to You’re Worth It.

Notes: Omegaverse AU.

Nothing More Than What We Have Now by Ren

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 2,819

"Just kiss me,” Yuri murmurs against Otabek’s lips.

Otabek’s whole body is drawn tight with want. “It’s never just kissing with you.”

Notes: Quiet sex while Grandpa is in the other room. ;)

Multiple Pairings:

Yuri on Ice Omegaverse by DomesticProwess

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- No Man’s Land 

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Presenting as an omega was one of the single most traumatizing events in Yuri Plisetsky’s life. As he struggles to move forward with his relationship and career, he learns that coming to terms with himself and his past is harder than he ever would have dreamed. AU take on life after the Grand Prix Finals.

Part 2- Love or Something Like It

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Present. Bond. Pregnant. Repeat. The cycle of an omega that Yuri had hoped to never fall into. He was given no choice.

A companion piece to my story No Man’s Land, in which Yuri is bonded with Victor as a young omega and has his first child at the age of eleven.


ice gays by LuckyStarship & MikeWritesThings

Rating: Teen & Up

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

There’s an esteemed academy dedicated to ice-skating somewhere in Alaska. It’s open to all nationalities, religions, and more. A certain group of students has a group chat entitled 'ice gays.’

It’s Mila’s idea.

Notes: Texting/group chat format.

And that’s it so far! I will be updating as possible. Once again, if you have any fic recs for me that I should add to my list, please message me!