By Chance Part 1 - Drake x MC (A Royal Romance Fanfic)
[A little Note: I kept thinking what ifs since the chapter update last week and have decided to indulge in an idea I had from If Things Were Differentanother fanfic I wrote about Drake and MC meeting differently, and meeting first.]
[Summary: A twist of fate has collided MC and Drake right into each other. Meeting for the first time under far different circumstances, MC doesn’t know why Drake feels so familiar, as if her soul has known him from a different life.]
Moving to New York begun as many dreams did for Riley. Exciting, exuberant. One filled with hope, and a longing for something more. A chance to be something more. Her sense of adventure brought her; because she wanted to find here where she could not find anywhere else.
The Big Apple in all it’s intimidating glory was supposed to make her better, to give life meaning and fill the empty void she had always suffered in the safety of her hometown. However, it didn’t take long for Riley to realize that wistful thinking could only push her so far. Things did not happen by chance, people had to make them happen.
Based heavily on a CordlessVII build, I decided to make a church in Nathan’s sanctuary. It still needs a lot of interior decorations and doodads, but I think it’s come to a place of semi-completion.
While Nathan himself does not practice any majority faith (He was raised by Hindu parents, but isn’t particularly faithful to anything), he was still instrumental in getting the church built. And he sits by Cait’s side whenever she feels the need to pray.
honestly???? its gonna b my fukin wedding and its gonna be like “oh is your family gonna be on the right or left” and im gonna b like “just set up 1 fuckin chair wherever bc my cousin is the only family that hasnt disowned me or isnt dead to me”
i should also probably mention that in this dream i didn’t even regard katie as an actress like the reason she was worried i didn’t respect her was bc i was following her secret supercorp blog and we interacted all the time
This has nothing to do w/ anything and I know people have talked about it before BUT I want to as well. Usually my metas tend to be angsty af and then end on a hopeful note, and this will probably be no exception. But anyway, a delve into Victor’s love of fairytales!
I can recall on 2 occasions Victor specifically comparing Yuuri to a fairytale.
Which may not seem like a lot but we have 12 episodes and if something is pointed out twice in a story, it has some amount of significance. Anyway, I just think it’s so damn cute that Victor considers Yuuri prince-like. Even the visuals and story of On Love: Eros is like a fairytale!
We go on about how extra Victor is (and he 200% is…that 50s pink cadillac tho) but I wanna here more about how much of a true romantic Victor is.
This entire thing is like an hc-palooza courtesy of me. Here we go!
I like to think of a little Victor, watching all these fairytale movies–Disney or otherwise–and dreaming of one day finding a prince of his own.
A 12 year old Victor with his first real crush, staring at a pretty boy with darker hair and kind eyes in one of his classes or at the rink. Victor thought he had found his prince, until one day the affection faded and his mind focused on other things.
A teenage Victor, going through various relationships like others would go through clothing. He’s a busy young man after all, and no one seems to want to look beyond the Victor Nikiforov on screen, one the ice, and actually date him. Victor starts to wonder if there is a prince out there for him.
Victor as a young adult, still a romantic at heart, but has pretty much entirely lost hope on finding his true love. No one sticks around, and he hasn’t found anyone he cares deeply enough about to chase. Victor’s lonely, to put it simply. He sits up at night sometimes, and watches all those fairytales from when he was a child. Victor smiles sadly at the end of them all, and dreams of a prince of his own.
And Victor in his late 20s, as we see him pre-series. He’s frosted with depression and loneliness; the never-ending cold discs of metal, the isolation from other skaters, people kissing up to him left and right. Everything is predictable. He’s running out of motivation, out of ideas. Victor knows people only want him as what they see when he performs. It’s a saddening thought, that Victor is not lovable as himself. Some people were not meant to find a true love, he supposes.
Until one night, a night we all know well.
The Sochi GPF banquet. Victor is intrigued by this attractive man flitting through the room, clearly intoxicated, but with this charming energy no one can resist. Not even Yuri Plisestky, himself pulled into a dance with Japan’s Yuuri Katsuki.
Victor manages to escape from his sponsors to laugh and point and take pictures from the sidelines. Yuuri whirls past him and the way the light shines on his hair and eyes makes Victor’s breath catch and his heart skip.
Victor watches as Yuuri dances with Chris–and wow, is that a show and a half. Yuuri strides over to Victor and holds him in place, hips shaking and Victor can only stare on in wonder. This beautiful, energetic, charming young man is staring up at him, like he’s the only person in the room. Victor can’t understand Japanese, but that doesn’t matter–what matters is the warmth of Yuuri’s body, the sparkle of his eyes, and the earnestly fond tone he speaks with. Victor’s heart is beating out of his chest and he can’t imagine this moment getting better until-
Be my coach, Victor!
Victor’s face flushes with a little gasp and he can’t find it in himself to refuse the request or the next dance they share together.
As Victor laughs spins and smiles like he hasn’t since child, looking at Yuuri all the while, he can feel it in his chest.
A prince. A prince is with him!
And oh, when Yuuri dips him low, the lights above framing his face and hair like a halo, Victor knows that his prince has finally come for him.