And suddenly Viktor came to his senses, remembering what Yuuri told him. He didn’t need anyone overstepping his boundaries.
Viktor backed away from the door slowly, making sure his footsteps were audible. “I’m not weak,” he heard Yuuri whisper from his room, and he knew he wasn’t meant to hear that.
Viktor returned to his room, hugging Makkachin close to his chest. “He’ll come out,” Viktor told the large dog. Makkachin thumped his tail and stuck out his tongue. “Eventually,” Viktor mumbled.
Yuuri did, almost three hours later. Viktor noticed his shadow through the thin screen of the door. Yuuri hadn’t knocked, and Viktor didn’t think he was even going to. He opened the door for him anyway.
Yuuri’s eyes were turned down, but he lifted his hand from his side. Viktor took it with a smile.
“I made you feel weak.”
“That’s not your fault.”
“But I did. So I’m sorry,” Viktor said. “I should have known better.” He squeezed Yuuri’s hand. Yuuri squeezed back.
“I’m sorry too,” Yuuri said. And slowly, he let his arms wrap around Viktor’s body, allowing himself to sink into the solid warmth. Viktor welcomed him.
“You push pretty hard,” Viktor said.
Yuuri didn’t say anything, but Viktor swore his ears turned a bit red.
“I’m pretty sure you could lift me with that kind of strength,” Viktor continued.
Yuuri’s hand scrunched up the front of Viktor’s shirt.
“Just you wait, Nikiforov,” Yuuri chuckled into his shirt.
Alec is raised in an abusive household, causing a coldness to develop in his soul as he grows; a coldness far too similar to his fathers. A witch preys upon that weakness and gives him a chance to prove himself. But Alec fails, and is cursed to a life in the shadows, every move made to remind him that he is turning into the man he once feared.
Magnus lives with his mother in a small, countryside village in France. Made an outcast by simply having an education, he longs for a life outside the confines of ignorant minds. When his mother is captured by a beast in a weathered castle, Magnus gives his freedom for her safety.
A spell curses one, and freedom curses the other. Will they be able to get past their own troubles and find love?
IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED we could have had it allllllllll…..
Welcome to my new shipping hell, I’m the only one here and it sucks. But I mean. What if, though. What if Pre Vizsla recognized Maul for all the amazing potential he could have had for Mandalore. What if he saw the Mandalorian spirit Maul had so much of, and genuinely, actually, allied himself with Maul. And Maul claimed the title of Mand’alor not because he killed his predecessor but because the Mandalorian people saw someone worth following. (Although invoking single combat is truly one of the Mandalorian ways of succession, so it was a legitimate path to claiming the right to lead by Mandalorian law. Maul was behaving very much the Mandalorian by doing so in canon and Bo-Katan had no right to complain in that regard. Ugh. Anyway.)
I just really like Death Watch being able to reclaim their heritage and tradition and bring that back to the rest of Mandalore. Maul made an excellent Mandalorian and would have lead them well if canon would have just left him alone.
ANYWAY, ninth in a series of pictures of Maul being happy with a variety of characters as is his right, instead of the fuckery canon gives us.