I know I’ve been relatively inactive recently because of school pressure, and one of those school pressures was a 20-minute presentation on sapphic women in the victorian era. Would anyone be interested if I posted the presentation and my notes? It’s a lot of material, and I know I try to keep this blog mostly aesthetic, not pictures, but I thought it was really interesting and yall might think so too
It’s just a general fact of life that Yuuri spends an absurd amount of time sitting in Viktor’s lap, but it’s even worse when both of them are drunk. Well, not worse, Viktor thinks. It’s better, no matter what their friends say, or the fact that they groan every time Yuuri finds his way into Vitkor’s lap for the first time of the evening.
Viktor hardly pays them any mind. He has his beautiful fiancé sitting in his arms, soft and warm against his chest, and nothing else in the entire world matters. Both of them are more than halfway drunk, in each other’s arms, leaning into each other happily. Viktor is happy.
“Yuuri.” Viktor mumbles his name into Yuuri’s shoulder, then tilts his head to kiss Yuuri’s neck.
Yuuri twists in his arms, clumsily wiggling until he’s sitting sideways across Viktors lap, so he can look Viktor in the face and sling his arms over Viktor’s shoulders. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are bright. There’s a soft, content smile playing around the corners of his mouth. “Yes, Viktor?”
Viktor grins at him. He leans in, drops a kiss onto the tip of Yuuri’s nose. “You’re so beautiful,” Viktor says reverently. He reaches up and brushes a stray hair away from Yuuri’s face. “My Yuuri is the most beautiful.”
The flush on Yuuri’s cheeks deepens and he leans forward to bury his face in the crook of Viktor’s neck. “Shhhhh,” he mumbles, nuzzling into Viktor’s skin.
AU where everybody lives and they rebuild Lucis together and NO ONE IS SAD!!!
I may or may not do all 30 days of the OTP challenge, but I’m definitely gonna try! Each pair should be different (no promises) and I highly doubt I’ll get as carried away with the rest as I did with this one. Also drawing people taking selfies is really weird and I don’t like it one bit, no sir.
AHHHH I ALREADY FINISHED CHAPTER 1 WHAT. Literally I excepted me to take a long, long time to plan this all out and get it out to y’all. But it all just flowed out nice and perfectly. Love when that happens.
I really hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think. I’d love to know!!
Each news paper throughout the entirety of Crowncity read the exact same headline and reported on the exact same story.
The war was ending!
We must celebrate the unification of the Oracle and the Prince of our great country.
Stella rolled her heterochromatic eyes: one of an icy blue, and the other of jade. She crumbled her newspaper into a ball before tossing it over her shoulder. “I don’t believe the Empire for a godsdamned second.”
The morning work rush was the only time Stella and her roommate and partner had time to catch up on matters that existed outside a garage. The two young woman would spend hours— possibly even days at a time without seeing a single hint of the city that laid just outside their makeshift auto shop.
They sat together at their usual table at their usual place; a small breakfast café that served the best coffee in all of Insomnia. It was always their go to place after pulling an all-nighter working on cars and various other pieces of technology.
“You and me both, Stell,” Di muttered before bringing her cup of coffee to her lips. “Seems like we’re the only ones in the whole damn city, though.”
“That’s what happens when you’re in constant contact with people outside of the city,” Stella speculated, readjusting the fingerless, black, leather gloves over her right hand. “Funny how Geography will entirely change someones opinion on political matters. We have to start looking for a place out there.”
“As much as I’d love that, you know the pay is better here than out there. We’re barely making it by as it is,” Di sighed, crossing her legs underneath the table.
“I mean, we take enough trips out there. Half our money is probably just spent on gas,” Stella protested.
“Eh,” Di shrugged before taking in her last sip of coffee. “Maybe we’ll just get lucky… maybe one of our soulmates is filthy rich,” the dark skinned girl smirked to herself, placing her empty cup on the metal table that was absolutely covered in crumbs from the scones they had devoured as their breakfast.
A laugh escaped Stella’s pink lips. “Come on, you know I don’t believe in that soulmate stuff. Besides, the last thing I want to do is rely on a man for money. I’d rather struggle on my own than be dependent on someone else.”
“That’s one way to look at it,” Di fingered at her messy pony tail that lingered over her strong, broad shoulders. “Can you imagine? Being born or married into a life like Lady Lunarfreya or Prince Noctis? They never have to worry about making rent or having enough money to afford a meal other than cup noodles.”
“Yeah, but they have to worry about being assassinated. I think that takes a bigger emotional toll. It would on me anyway,” Stella gave a small smile as she tossed her long, wavy ginger hair over her shoulder. “Anyway, you wanna get going? It’s gonna take us at least an hour to get out the city.”
“Yeah, let’s head out,” Dia stood up from her seat. “Thank the Six that Hammerhead isn’t that far from the city. I really don’t feel like driving for a full day.”
Stella pushed upward to stand on her feet. “Let’s get going, then. Cindy’s already texted me eight times,” she pulled the cell phone of her jean’s pocket.
With a sudden jerk of her hand, the cell phone fell straight from Stella’s gloved hand to the café’s hardwood floor. “Ow!” Stella shouted without warning. Di simply smirked.
“Your soulmate getting into another fight, I assume? I don’t know how you claim you don’t believe in soulmates when the guy is constantly getting you beat up,” Di referred to the sensory link that was shared between all soulmates on Eos. Whenever one half of the pair was in pain, the other felt their agony. Emotional or physical.
“It’s just gas, I swear,” Stella assured her voice going raspy, placing a hand on the newly tender spot on her stomach. With ease, she lowered herself and retrieved her phone, revealing the new crack that spread across the glass screen. “Dammit!” Stella groaned. “Whoever this guys is, he owes me a new phone!” She turned the phone to show the evidence of the crack to Di, who simply giggled.
“So you believe in soulmates now, right?”
“If it means if I get a new phone… then yes, I believe and will graciously allow my prince charming to sweep me off my feet!”
“C’mon Noct, get up. I didn’t hit you that hard,” Gladiolus taunted with a smirk, holding his great sword over his shoulder with ease.
“I’m glad you’re know so much about what hurts me and what doesn’t,” Noctis grumbled, still recovering from getting the wind knocked out of him. He propped himself upward against his elbow before pushing himself up on his feet once again. “Listen, can we be done for the day? I’m starving.”
“If you buy me pizza, then sure. We can be done for the day,” the future King’s Shield smirked as his sword vanished from his grasp.
“Sounds like a fair deal—“
“Highness,” a familiar voice sounded from behind the Prince.
“Sup, Specs,” Gladio greeted Noctis’s royal advisor, and mutual friend.
“I apologize for interrupting, but there are some important matters to discuss,” Ignis explained, his eyes meeting up with Noctis’s.
“How important?” Noctis groaned, placing a hand on his hip. “Me and the big guy were gonna go out and grab some pizza. Can’t it wait until after?”
“I am afraid not.”
Huffing out a sigh, Noctis walked to the door in which Ignis stood. “Fine,” his shoulders slumped.
“You owe me that pizza, Noct. Don’t forget about it,” Gladio called as the Prince and Advisor turned there backs and exited the room. The door shut with a distinct click before Noctis was able to return his banter.
“So what’s up, Specs?” Noctis asked as he and Ignis walked down the hallway side by side.
“His Majesty just finished his meeting with Niflheim’s Chancellor,” Ignis informed.
“Alright?” Noctis retorted unenthusiastically.
Was this news worth missing out on pizza?
“You father has surrendered all Lucis territories outside of Insomnia in order to halt the war from worsening,” Ignis continued. Noctis’s eyebrows raised in surprise. His father wouldn’t do that. Before Noctis had a chance to interject his comments of confusion, Ignis continued. “And you must wed Lady Lunafreya.”
Noctis halted his footsteps. “Wait, what?” He muttered, rather exasperated.
His whole world seemed to come to a stunning halt as his thoughts threw him backwards, spiraling him into the past.
“Dad? Is Luna my soulmate?” Noctis questioned his father. Being a simple eight year old child, he never grasped the idea of ‘soulmates.’
“No, Noctis. Luna is not your soulmate.”
“Oh. How can you tell?”
King Regis smiled, kneeling down to reach his sons level. Carefully, he took the Prince’s left hand into his. “See this mark right here?” He tapped on the strange shaped blob that rest upon the top of Noctis’s hand.
“Of the carbuncle?”
“Yes,” the King confirmed. “If Luna was in fact your soulmate, she would have the exact mirror of this image on her right hand.”
“Oh,” Noctis breathed, deep in thought. “Who is Luna’s soulmate then? How do I find my soulmate? What happens if I don’t have a soulmate?” He bombarded his father with questions, not even bothering to take a breath between his sentences.
His father simply chuckled at his child’s interest. “That is for Lady Lunafreya to find out on her own. Her soulmate will come to her in time, just as yours will, Noctis. You are the future King of Lucis. There is someone the Astrals created special just for you. Just as they created your mother for me,” a sad smile grew across the Kings lips.
“Marry Luna?” Noctis repeated, his blue eyes going wide.
“It is for the good of Lucis, Noct.”
Noctis blinked at his friend. “I… uh— yeah, Iggy, you’re right,” he averted his eyes to the marking he so proudly wore on the back of his left palm. A tinge of sadness washed through him.
“I understand how this can come as rather unfortunate news to you,” Ignis began, sympathy growing in his voice, observing as the Prince studied the symbol on his hand.
“No Ignis, it’s fine,” Noctis assured. “I care about Lunafreya.”
“I know but—“
“If I am to spend my life with someone other than my soulmate, I’m glad it’s Luna.”