author’s note: yeah, so i got just a little carried away with this tbh. i really liked the idea of this imagine and i am really happy with how it turned out. also, THAT SEASON 6A FINALE! AM I RIGHT?? anyways, enjoy this imagine and feel free to make requests!
i have so many headcanons about bendy and the ink machine. specifically what the cartoon was like
i like to think that boris was a wolf that was looked down by everybody because of how “stupid” he was. this is the olden days where mental illnesses weren’t recognized so much and the ones that were were viewed as dangerous. so once boris’ parents passed on nobody was really willing to be there with him. he has managed to get some work, but it doesn’t pay much. and he’s so very lonely. he just wants a friend. a best friend even! how great would that be? but nobody wants him around…
then he came across a local church that was warning people about summoning demons. about how horrible it was the terrible cost to pay. but boris heard that when you summon a demon you can get anything as long as the proper price can be payed. boris doesn’t have much, but a best friend is priceless! somebody to have fun with and play board games and go to the movies and help comfort each other when they’re down. boris was willing to pay whatever terrible cost to get a best friend.
it takes a long time, but after lots a research and some shady deals has everything he needs to summon a demon.., no, his new best friend!! he performs the ritual, citing the proper words when the candles around him go out despite there being no wind. a chill fills the air and the candles relit with black fire. a dark cloud starts building in the center of the circle and grows taller. boris briefly wonders if this was a good idea when POOF. the clouds disperse and there stands a short demon, his face is blank. then he blinks and glances around the room. he spots boris who has scooted back a few feet and looking a bit scared. the demon grins. he walks towards boris, closing the distance between them. boris is in too much shock to move. and then the demon sticks out his hand, still smiling but never speaking a word. after a couple seconds boris catches on and grabs the demons’ hand, allowing him to pull him up from the floor.
once boris is up on his feet the demon starts shaking his hand and looks quite pleased. boris grins and shakes his hand back. after a few seconds the demon lets go and stands back a little, looking at boris expectantly.
boris starts, “my name is boris! what’s yours?”
the demon lifts and waves his hand above his head. sparkly letters appear spelling out ‘bendy’.
“that’s a nice name! so, um, i was wondering if you could help me?”
bendy nods, smiling a bit wider
“could you be, um, sorry if this is silly, but will you be my best friend?”
bendy’s smile drops and he blinks a couple of times. he’s never heard of such a strange request before, but then his smile returns full force and he nods again enthusiastically. this could be fun
boris is beside himself with happiness. he’s got a new best friend!! how exciting! he tries to hug his new friend, but bendy steps back out of reach. boris is a bit confused. bendy twirls his hand in a circle looking at boris like hes expecting more. boris remembered that one important detail.
“oh! um, well, what do you want in return?”
bendy smile widens. this stupid wolf just gave him free reign over what he could ask for. he could ask for his soul and then drag him back to hell. or ask for him to gather people so he could take their souls and take them back to hell. …but it has been a long time since he has been in the living world. he doesn’t want to leave so quickly.
while bendy thinks his face takes on an expression of deep thought. boris starts thinking about the things he could probably give up. his home? would living on the streets be worth it? umm, lets just look over all the other options first. his life? ehh… his senses? sight or hearing? taste? would those be good? …what could a demon do with a sense of taste? no, it should be something useful. his job? well, uh….maybe. then boris was struck with a thought
“at the bakery i work at,“ bendy glances up, “we make lots of desserts and the workers are allowed to take home a couple after work. i could give those to you? would that be enough?”
bendy blinks and thinks it over. he’s always loved human food, especially sweets. but that doesn’t cut it for all the boris is asking for-
“and i suppose i could let you stay at my house, and provide meals?”
that’s better. not only would he be gifted meals, but he has been given permission to stay in the living world. for all that’s provided its just barely enough, but hey, boris didn’t state that he had to be a good best friend now did he?
bendy looks at boris and grins while nodding. boris has got that look on his face again that looks like he’d explode with excitement. he holds out his hand.
“so its a deal?”
bendy grabs his hand and shakes. boris feels a weird sensation creep through his hand and into his entire body. he suppresses a shiver as he feels the weirdness settle in his chest. the candles light shifts from black to yellow and the air loses its chill. boris blinks at the sudden shift, but then smiles widely and gathers bendy up into a hug. bendy’s smile looks strained, but he allows it.
and then over the course of the cartoon you see all the wacky adventures they go through, mainly spurred by bendy’s trickster nature. and then as they spend more and more time together bendy behavior starts to shift. you dont spend several months with an oblivious wolf who is kind to a fault without something changing.
the tricks he pulls on boris start becoming less harsh and he starts pulling pranks on the people who hurt boris. they get mad at him and say that he should keep that thing under check. boris gets really mad at that comment and says that bendy is just having fun and they shouldnt be so cruel. and they keep arguing and of course bendy hears it all. he’s never heard boris so angry before and at that moment he realizes just how much he means to boris. he vows to pull even more tricks against those nasty jerks.
and more episodes pass as bendy keeps up his promise to himself until an episode called, “boris is missing” happens. obviously, boris is missing leaving bendy quite confused. he’s not in the house anywhere and although its boris’ day off bendy checks his work too. he’s not there either. bendy tries not to worry about it, but then he remember those jerks who would hurt boris and he wonders if maybe they took things too far and he’s hurt somewhere. so he went to the hospital to check, but they say they dont have him. he’s starting to panic at this point, because boris is always around with bendy and for him to just disappear like this… something must be wrong.
he checks all the alleyways. nothing. he checks the stores. nothing. the park, the library, the entire town. nothing. bendy just feels straight panic. has he been kidnapped? is he trapped in somebodies cellar? is he in some trunk of a car heading out of town? aaaaaaah, calm down, uhh, maybe there are some clues at the house he missed? a note stating where he went? bendy runs back to his house. he opens the door and
bendy silently screams and falls back. he looks up and boris is standing above him. he had a wide smile on his face which dropped into deep concern once he saw bendy’s face. he immediately starts apologizing and saying he didn’t mean to startle him so much, bendy pulled lots of pranks so he thought he’d prank him too. it was stupid he shouldn’t have done that, he didn’t think bendy would get so scared from a boo.
boris is kneeling by bendy as he keeps saying sorry and bendy’s expression is blank as he tries to understand everything. after about half a minute it clicks and bendy starts shaking. boris becomes even more worried cause oh my gosh, i just ruined this friendship and he’s shaking in anger and why did i think this was a good idea? but then bendy tilts his head back and he’s laughing so hard that tears are streaming down his face. and now boris is the one who’s confused. he isn’t sure what to do when bendy wraps his arms around him and he realizes with shock that for the first time bendy is hugging him. he gladly hugs back.
and in the episodes after that bendy hugs boris a lot more often and becomes more touchy-feely in general. he still pulls a few pranks on boris, but they’re incredibly mild. like when he pies boris in the face but boris is happy saying that its his favorite flavor. and when anybody tries to hurt boris like before for some ‘strange’ reason something horrible happens to that person. such as when mr. tiller called boris a useless moron and somehow a piano landed on his head. people learned quickly to stop harassing boris.
and the show goes on like that with bendy and boris being best friends and getting into shenanigans.
so now bendy wouldnt trade boris for anybody in the world. and he’d get awfully mad if, say, boris had his chest ripped open. oh, he’d want to hurt whoever did that to his best friend in the worst way possible.
After years of being put through things they never would’ve imagined, not knowing if the other was alive or dead.. Here they both are
Finally, together, on the same side. In the same place. Able to be themselves.
And able to have the conversation they’ve been waiting for and wanting ever since their first meeting. They can finally get to know each other, hear each others’ stories. And turn the understanding they’d reached into a path towards achieving their goal- to change their wrong world.
Just look. Look at the way Amon turns toward that familiar voice, how he looks at Kaneki
He looks at him with his entire soul in his eyes. (Seriously what a gorgeous panel.) He’s finally seeing his full face for the first time :’) but you know he recognizes those eyes, that voice, that white hair. His eyes are so gentle, and tired, and full of emotion. A little haunted. But he looks so beautiful.
And he calls Kaneki by the only name he knows him by.. Eyepatch :’) Just like old times. If that doesn’t bring a smile to Kaneki’s face I don’t know what will.
He still doesn’t even know Kaneki’s name, but here they are. Finally able to have the conversation that’s been led up to for years. With this, so much can change, including each other. I’m sure Kaneki will help Amon to accept what he is now, and control his new strength and grow into it. And Amon will be able to give Kaneki the same guidance that he has ever since their first meeting.
On this little bench is where I’m guessing their conversation will happen. On the rooftop of the building, under a night sky (something that was always associated with their relationship).
This is seriously too beautiful. This means absolutely everything.
He can feel the weight of her stare on the back of his neck as he turns from the helm, her regard following him as his invisible companion as he moves to go below.
She’s been sitting at the bow since sunset, the sky spreading before her like a sea of stars, but her face has never turned towards them, nor has she looked down at the glittering carpet of the ocean below. Her attention has been fixed, wholly and completely, on him.
It makes him nervous in a way he hasn’t felt in centuries - her silent perusal combined with the thrill of his newly discovered feelings leaving him quite lightheaded.
He wants her to watch him, but more than that he wants her to want.
He slips a hand into his jacket pocket in search of his flask - anything to soothe his frayed nerves - but he comes up empty.
“Lost something?” she calls, holding his flask between finger and thumb, her lip curled sardonically. “You’re not the only pirate around here.”
“You need only have asked, Swan,” he says, shuffling over with hand outstretched. To his surprise she pulls the flask back, holding it close to her chest and watching him with hooded eyes.
“Is that true?” she asks, her voice low.
“Is what true, love?” he asks, snatching for the flask and scowling slightly as she refuses to hand it over.
Kaz let the necklace spill through his gloved fingers and back into the box of twinkling gold.
It was such a waste, leaving a pile of gold to gather dust in a hidden desk drawer. He knew the nearest jeweler would give him a tidy sum of kruge for it; Ghezen knew the Dregs needed it, since their last operation scraped their coffers clean. It was in everyone’s best interests to sell the gold.
But he knew he wouldn’t.
It started out as a simple, insignificant event. He had walked past the display case of the Financial District jeweler, when he saw the glimmering golden chain resting in an open velvet case. Fine filigree, simple clasp, stopping just at the collarbone. He’d bought it without hesitation. Even though he held the necklace to the candlelight that night to inspect its value, and found none, he hadn’t returned it. Instead, he tucked it away in a padlocked box stashed in his desk.
Then came the bracelets. They should have been the warning flag, the sign that should have tipped him off; but again, he only flung a few coins on a jeweler’s countertop and swept out of the shop, this time clutching a case that held a pair of thin gold bangles. He threw them in the same box holding the necklace, frustrated after another fruitless examination into the night.
It started an addiction within him.Headdresses, earrings, anklets—all gold. The box started to fill with them, shining brightly in the night as if to taunt him. Look at us, they sang, revel in our glory that entices you so powerfully.
Strangely enough, he failed to hunger for coins the same way, despite their similar golden sheen. No matter how strong his desire for kruge drove him, Kaz never bothered to take his spoils out and run his hands through them. He wasn’t a miser like Van Eck.
Kaz held back a sigh of exasperation, reminding himself to stay patient. If he’d bought them just from a single glance in a jeweler’s window display, there’s certainly some value in the gold. He slid his hand into the pile of jewelry once more, searching for another piece to scrutinize.
He pulled out a sparkling hand chain decorated with exquisite star cuts and relit the flickering candle on his desk.
The thought came almost absentmindedly as he took his magnifying glass in hand: this would complement Inej well.
The honesty behind the unspoken statement startled him and caused the magnifying glass to slip from his hand, which shattered symphonically on the floorboards.
Why, why would I think of such a thing?
Kaz stuffed the chain back inside the box, snapping the lid of the container shut. He carefully reminded himself to burn the thing after the next heist.
The box remained in his desk.
Kaz began to notice how Nina and Jesper adorned themselves with elaborate earrings and necklaces, Matthias and Wylan in simple brooches and bracelets, Kaz himself with his silver headed cane and matching cape pin.
Inej wore nothing.
A pity, he mused. The pair of gold bangles he bought would go well with her slender arms.
Jesper noticed Kaz staring at Inej, raised his eyebrows, but let no comment slip from his mouth. Wise of him.
Kaz thought about how Inej’s hands—delicate when selecting her daggers, deadly when using them—could seem more fantastical in movement with golden hand chains slipping between them. Whenever she tilted her head back to laugh at something Nina said, he wondered which hoarded necklace would emphasize the curve of her neck.
And when Inej accidentally brushed his hand against his when he gave her a pouch of kruge for Jesper and Nina to spend, Kaz needed to clear his throat to force back his newest thought: rings would make her fingers as holy as saints.
I am trying
to keep our love cooled down
because a flame, once died,
cannot be relit and I, once hurt,
cannot be relived, but
the flames are licking at my legs
they’re rising up above my head
and I can’t ignore that.
Aries: I know you have only ever seen life in shades of dull gray while everyone else talked about the beautiful neon of colors. Some people find their magic a little sooner is all, doesn’t mean you won’t see the fireworks light up too. Just be patient.
Taurus: You’re different now. But not in a bad way, in a way that would make your mother proud if you told her all the horrors you’d been through. You can finally stand up off your bloody knees and dance. The time for praying is over, you’ve won the god damn war.
Gemini: You are so much more than the value they’ve put on you. You are worth more than the scars and the stares and the stupidity. You are worth more god damn it.
Cancer: Drink Water. Get some sleep. Let yourself reset. Do not go jumping off bridges or burning them down at 2 am. Because those choices made in a rash of emotion never did anything good.
Leo: Learn to listen. Learn to be comfortable with silence. Do not let the silence make you smaller instead learn to grow in the places others give room. Flourish in quiet.
Virgo: Grow up. A relit cigarette will never taste the same and going back to old flames is only ever going to get you burned. So stop. Stop letting yourself get burned.
Libra: Forgive yourself. Because it is not your fault for the choices and actions everyone else has made. Because everyone else in this god awful situation has.
Scorpio: You are not just a bundle of mistakes and broken bones. You are more then the damage that has been done to you. You are wanted and loved and cherished. Remember that.
Sagittarius: Bury the bones. They deserve to be the skeletons because they were the ones who commuted the sins against you. You’re not wrong here. Remember that.
Capricorn : Do not be scared to restart. Preset the reset button and enjoy it. Do not be scared when you have to make new friends. Create a new life. In the end, it’ll be worth it.
Aquarius : Let go. Let go of all the anger and hatred you’re still clinging to because it’s all you’ve got left of them. It’s going to be hell but the relief of finally letting go of the glass shard memories will be worth it.
Pisces:Go outside. Do something you’ve never done before. Change some small thing in your routine. This monotonous pattern you’ve set yourself in is going to kill you.
The rain is slicing at us now and you’re smoking a cigarette you’ve relit eleven times and you’re telling me about the afterlife and about everything you believe, you’re telling me about the riverbed and everything you want to see, and it’s cold and I feel alone with you here and maybe I’d love you if you hated me just a little, if every now and then you spoke to other girls just a little, if you hurt me the way I hurt you, just a little.
You might have heard of palindromes, those words like kayak that you can read from left to right AND from right to left. Well, we have some in french too! The first one of this list is the longest palindromic word in french. Have fun!
As usual, v = verb, n = noun, adv = adverbe, adj = adjective.
Single words :
- ressasser, v : rehashing, keeping talking/thinking about stg
- rêver, v : dreaming
- radar, n (m) : radar
- sas, n (m) : security door
- ici, ad : here
- réer, v : roaring (for a deer)
- ère, n (f) : era
- selles, n (f) : saddles
- coloc(ataire), n (ep) : roommate
- tôt, ad : early
- tkt : “t’inquiète” : don’t worry
- sus (+ à), adv (interjection, old) : death to
- sms, n (m) : text
- Ubu, n : main character of Ubu Roi by Alfred Jarry
- ses, adj poss : plural his/her, ex : ses chiens sont des dalmatiens
- réifier, v : reifying
In literature :
- élu par cette crapule : elected by this scoundrel/rascal (Charles Cros)
- Esope reste ici et se repose : Aesop stays here and rests (Jacques Capelovici)
- engage le jeu que je le gagne : start the game so I can win it (Alain Damasio)
- ce reptile relit Pérec : this reptile reads Pérec again (amazing George Pérec)
- sévère mal à l’âme, rêves : harsch soul sickness, dreams (Luc Etienne)
- noir, ô hélas, Isis a le horion : black, ô alas, Isis has the blow (Pierre Bailly)
- l’âme des uns n’use de mal : the soul of some doesn’t damage evil (Etienne Pasquier)
Playing with sounds :
- Angèle et Laurent enrôlaient des gens : A and L used to enlist people
- dis beau lama t’as mal au bide : tell me pretty llama does your stomach hurt?
- une slave valse nue : a Slav walts naked
- Rossellini y nie l’essor : Rossellini (italian director, 50s) there denies the growth
- Jeanne en luge, Jules en nage : Jeanne on her sledge, Jules sweating
Virelangues (tongue twisters) : try to pronounce those!
- les chaussettes de l’archiduchesse sont-elles sèches ou archi-sèches ? : are the archduchess’ socks dry or very dry ?
- si mon tonton tond ton tonton, ton tonton tondu sera : if my uncle (fam) shaves your uncle(’s hair), your uncle shaved will be
- Didon dîna dit-t-on du dos dodu d’un dodu dindon : Didon dined, they say, with the plumpy back of a plumpy turkey
- je veux et j'exige ces jolis et joyeux oiseaux jasant : I want and I demand those pretty and cheerful gossiping birds
- si six scies scient six saucisses alors six cent six scies scient six cent six saucisses : if six saws saw six sausages off then 606 saws saw 606 sausages off
- un chasseur sachant chasser doit savoir chasser sans son chien : a hunter who knows to hunt should be able to hunt without his dog
Author’s Note: Here’s the second in my responses to the Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy prompts! This one was requested by @vaultfox. Thank you so much for sending this in! This one is just shy of 1k words, but I hope you all enjoy anyway :) Feel free to keep sending in the prompts, y’all! Check out this post to see what I’m working on next.
Once on a full moon my cousin and I were doing a ritual in a circle outside. We messed up of course, we fumbled things of course, but to this day that was the most magickal circle I have ever cast. We were meditating, and speaking to the powers that be when a gust of wind picked up and blew out our candles. Slightly disheartened, I went to light them again. Before I could, they relit them selfs.
I know, scientifically, a candle can relight if there is a gentle enough wind on it directly after it goes out. You may have seen someone do it as a party trick. Blow out a candle then snap their fingers close to the wick to make it re-ignight.
But see, to us, it was magick. So what if there’s a science behind it? That doesn’t take away the fact that magick was involved.
And I think that’s important to remember with all magick. Science doesn’t make it less valid. If anything it makes it more valid. Science can say yes this is real. I think that’s wonderful, and no less mystical.
I’ve always LOVED Mafia au’s, and really want to attempt to write my own!
I really want to try and make a couple chapters out of this…we shall see! I’ll be posting this on my ao3 account as well!~
How long had it been? Ten, maybe fifteen minutes? Yuuri took a long draw on his Cuban cigar, let it settle on his tongue, then exhaled.
The thunking sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the spacious office.
A scream, a plead, and then more flesh being beaten in. Yuuri took another inhale of smoke.
He really didn’t like to go about things this way, in fact he hated it.
It was troublesome and tiring.
Just kill them and be done with it, it would save so much time.
But his right hand man Viktor was so damn extravagant. He absolutely loved to show off his physical skills.
Yuuri watched the silver haired man laying into the accused; jab, upper cut, a kick in the ribs, a step on the knee. Another long, loud scream.
Viktor was still going, though. Did he not hear his boss?
“I said enough.” It was very dangerous for Yuuri to have to repeat himself. If you lived to hear the repetition, you were very lucky indeed.
But of course, Viktor Nikiforov was no ordinary man to Yuuri. Not at all.
Viktor immediately stopped and grabbed a prepared towel off the desk, calmly wiping the blood off his hands.
“Damn it, this is a new suit, too! It was so expensive.” He whined, trying to wipe the blood off his cuff links.
“But, it was worth it. I’ve wanted to beat the shit out of Mr. Jacques for quite some time.” He winked at Yuuri, who was snuffing out his cigar.
“Jean, I don’t have much more patience. And I’m only going to ask this once. Where is my money?”
Yuuri cocked his head to the side, surveying the extensive damage Viktor had done.
The man laid sprawled out on the floor, but slowly managed to sit up on his elbows. His face was a bloodied mess, quickly purpling all over.
Jean Jacques, otherwise known as JJ. Twenty six years old, ran the largest gang in Canada. He co-owned a surplus of prostitution rings with the Swedish black market overseer, Christophe Giacometti. These clubs were spread out over his native country, Sweden and America, too. He named his strip clubs “JJ Girls”. Befitting of the man’s cockiness. He was very loud and obnoxious, boisterous, and tended to overstep his boundaries. But, atleast twenty percent of the clubs he owned himself were funded by a loan from Yuuri. And unfortunately for JJ, he had overstepped.
“Fucking bitch…” JJ spat out blood on the floor. Viktor went striding back over.
The beaten man threw his hands up. “Don’t worry. I have your fucking money.” He tried to stand, favoring his left leg. “You really had to go all out, eh?”
“I’ll transfer the money over today. As soon as I get out of here.”
“And who says we’re going to let you out of here?” Viktor asked nonchalantly.
“Enough.” Yuuri tapped his index finger on the desk. Viktor knew he used up his last time to speak out of turn.
“You will be accompanied by one of my men to your bank of choice, just to make sure everything goes as planned. Please be on time with your payments in the future. The next missed payment will have a very heavy late fee.
You are dismissed.” Yuuri relit his cigar, leaning back into his large leather chair. He really had to stop smoking those things.
JJ smirked and began walking towards the door. “I definitely don’t want to pay that kind of a late fee. See ya.” He waved, as he was escorted out of the room.
Yuuri sighed heavily.
“The other organizations are getting way too comfortable, these days.”
There was no response from Viktor, who stood on his right, with his arms crossed.
Yuuri sent the remaining guards out of the room.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to over talk me, Viktor? It’s getting annoying.” Yuuri, again, put out his cigar.
Viktor shrugged and turned to him, leaning on Yuuri’s desk.
“Sorry, moya lyubov. I can’t help it. I get overly excited sometimes, you know that.” Viktor caressed Yuuri’s lips with his thumb, Yuuri smacked his hand away.
“Please don’t think too much of yourself Viktor. I am leader the Russian Mafia.” Yuuri grabbed Viktor’s tie, pulling him down for a deep, tongue-filled kiss.
“Make sure you don’t forget that.”
Viktor got on one knee, and grabbed Yuuri’s right hand. He kissed the matching gold ring that glinted in the window light.
“Yes, sir.” Viktor interlaced Yuuri’s fingers with his.
As Viktor and Yuuri were getting prepared to take a long break, there was a knock on the door. Shortly followed by loud cursing and the door being swung open.
The slender, blonde young man came stomping in, his face flushed in anger.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt!” He threw a stack of papers on the desk.
“Is this a fucking joke?” Yuri Plisetsky. 23. Known as the “Russian Ice Tiger”. He was a ferocious little beast, with a temper that even exceeded that. The mafia’s top ranking assassin; he could shoot a target dead from eight hundred feet with his eyes closed. Sounds exaggerated, but Yuuri’s seen him do it. He also was only second to Viktor in hand to hand combat. And he was the third closest person to Yuuri.
“Plisetsky. I am really not in the mood.” Yuuri began to rub his temples. What he had been in the mood for was some personal time with his lover, and of course the kid had to come in and ruin it.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir. Please forgive me for wanting to know why the fuck you decided to have me work on the mission with that pussy?”
He was referring to Minami Kenjirou. Who was a senior to Yuri by two years. Minami was a go-between, a person who sealed deals with opposing gangs. He was energetic and jovial, a rarity in the business they are were in, also looked at as weak. But he actually doubled as an interrogator for the mafia, a secret of which only Yuuri knew. Those who were questioned by Minami did not keep a tight lip for long. He was overly skilled in torture; Yuuri had sat in to oversee one of his interrogations, and Yuuri decided that was the last time he would ever attend one again. The longest record of anyone that lasted was five minutes, and Minami had interrogated a countless number of people.
“I can do this fucking mission alone, goddamnit! I’m not bringing that little annoying shit with me-”
“Plisetsky. I’m tired.” Silence. Yuri grit his teeth, but knew better than to continue his rant.
“Minami is going with you because of that terrible mouth you have. He’s a good talker, and knows how to persuade people. Talk to people. Qualities that you severely lack. The both of you together will make a good team. I need you to get that informant as soon as possible.
Please don’t disappoint me.”
Yuri was already stomping out of the room, hands balled in fists.
Yuuri exhaled, he really hoped Plisetsky wouldn’t do anything irrational. He was prone to doing terrible things when he was in one of his rages.
“Okay. Lock that damn door, Vitya. I don’t want anyone else coming in here.”
Viktor chuckled. “You got it, boss.”
Yuuri had his head nestled in Viktor’s neck, inhaling deeply.
When he was with Viktor, all other intrusive thoughts failed to plague him. It was just the two of them in the entire universe; nothing else mattered.
He remembered when he first met Viktor. Yuuri had been recruited by the Mafia and became a drug runner. He was initiated in to the gang with a severe beating; he was sure it was so bad because he was a foreigner. Not too many of the members agreed with his joining, but Yakov had quickly silenced the doubters.
After he had been beaten almost half to death, Viktor came and helped him. He patched his wounds, with gentle yet strong hands. Yuuri thought that was probably the moment he had fallen for him.
“They went too far, those bastards. I hate to see such a pretty face ruined like this.” He ran the back of his finger down Yuuri’s cheek.
“I’m Viktor Nikiforov. The successor to the Russian Mafia.” Yes, the successor. How Yuuri became the leader of the Mafia, is a story to tell some other time.
Viktor held out the hand that had touched Yuuri’s face, Yuuri shook it. He was extremely surprised Viktor was speaking to him, had actually cared for his wounds like that. He heard stories surrounding the man, he was known as “Faceless”. They would say he always wore a smile on his face, and no one could ever tell when he was angry. Until it was too late, of course.
“…K-Katsuki Yuuri. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”
Viktor’s smile widened. “Oh, what beautiful manners! I like you already.” He winked. Viktor grabbed one of Yuuri’s arms, and shouldered his weight to stand.
“Let’s get you something to eat.”
Yuuri was taken out of his reverie by Viktor brushing his hair to the back of his ear.
“How much longer do we have to play mobster, Yuuri?” Viktor pouted, pulling him in closer into his embrace.
They had this conversation at least twice a day, and it seemed to be increasing.
“Vitya…can we just be quiet and hold each other for awhile? I don’t feel like arguing.”
Viktor huffed “But I’m getting bored of all this. Why can’t we go hide out on an island, forever? Just you and me and palm trees? I know all of this is taking a toll on you-”
The man continued. “I know you’re getting tired of this, too. Let’s leave this all behind.” Viktor put his forehead to Yuuri’s. There still were no words from the dark haired man. Viktor pulled back.
“Are you really going to choose this life over everything that we have? Over real love and happiness? Over me?” Yuuri did not respond, which made Viktor grab his chin and turn up his face, forcing Yuuri to look at him.
“Yuuri?” The hurt and anger was beginning to creep into Viktor’s eyes. This was a question Yuuri had been waiting to come up. Though, he wished it never would.
Yuuri had joined the Mafia to make some quick cash, originally. His family lived in a one bedroom apartment back in Japan. So when Yuuri got scouted by the Mafia, he was offered what they presented all newbies. Money, protection, power. Three things Yuuri craved, though at that time money was all he truly wanted.
With the pay he’d get, he would be able to support his family. Move them out of the Hasetsu slums, give his mother and father the Onsen they’d been dreaming of owning ever since he could remember. Maybe he and his sister Mari could attend college. He had planned on getting rich quick, and then finding a way to escape the organization. But one thing led to another, and the next thing he knew, he was addicted. Every day he fell deeper and deeper into the darkness. Each day a piece of his old self, the little chubby boy that ran around alleyways playing tag with his best friends Yuuko and Nishigori, disappeared. Once he was able to provide for his family, money became an after thought.
He wanted power. He wanted underlings. He wanted his reach to spread across every damn country on the earth. It consumed him.
By the time his relationship with Viktor had really began to flourish, it was already too late. Yuuri had long since succumbed to the allure of the dark path. The only small decimal of light that he allowed within himself was his family, and the man he was lying next to.
Viktor took Yuuri’s unresponsiveness as his answer. He unwrapped his arms from around him, and got off the couch. He began putting back on his suit, which was now wrinkled from being strewn across the floor.
Viktor turned around, adjusting his button down, tucking it into his pants.
He smiled. This wasn’t Viktor anymore, it was Faceless.
Yuuri grabbed Viktor’s wrist, but it was jerked out of his grip.
“Is there anything else you require of me, Mr. Katsuki?”
It was a cold question, one that pulled at Yuuri’s chest. When Viktor became like this, Yuuri had long ago realized it was best to leave him alone for a little while. There was no breaching the wall that Viktor built when he did not want any interaction.
“No. You may leave.”
With that, Viktor pulled on his blazer and stalked out of the room.
One day, if this darkness ever releases me, and if we’re both still alive;
I would love to run away with you.
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