It takes months, but they finally break him down. He’s held onto the thought of Viktor- conjured his image up in his mind to keep from losing it entirely- for so long, but all it’s brought him is punishment. They have so many ways to make him scream out in pain here; lashes, shocks, beatings. When he doesn’t falter, refuses to let go of Viktor in his mind, the turn to something new. They never run out of ways to make you weak.
Syringes of off-pink liquid are what finally does it. No threat or assault, just specially engineered drugs numbing him, weighing down his thoughts and clouding his mind. He can’t think, and after the amount they’ve given him to make him docile, it’s a wonder he’s still conscious. Friendly faces fill the room, soft voices with kind intentions speak to him. They lull him into believing, into forgetting, until all he knows is that Viktor Nikiforov caused him pain.
They twist his mind. Every ugly gash and bruise that litter his broken body are blamed on Viktor. He’s the reason Yuuri’s here, they tell him, the one who’s pulled him off the right path. He’s manipulated him and used him. No, this isn’t love. Love isn’t real, after all. He can’t think for himself, not with his mind so foggy, so instead of fighting, he accepts their words. He accepts their truth as his own. And, soon enough, hatred grows within him.
They march him down the hall like the soldier he is to see Viktor, so they can show him what Yuuri’s become. It’s just the two of them in his cell, face to face for the first time in months, and Yuuri is silent. He’s still a mess, bloody and bruised, but his eyes are the worst part by far. Warm brown hues seem dull, drained of their usual light. They’re hard and cold, and he watches Viktor carefully, expressionless.
The moment Yuuri was out of his sight, it became easy to fall into silence and ᴅᴇsᴘᴀɪʀ — he was dragged to the unknown by rough hands, only sounds around him being footsteps and curt orders that could be heard from afar. The occasional screams coming from the rooms did nothing to ease his fears for their fate.
From the moment he was thrown into a cell, time started to take another quality, — after a week or two, he didn’t know what day it was — how many weeks he had spent in the dark cell, it could be more than weeks, months, maybe a year — the monotony so nerve-wracking that he felt as if he’s loosing his mind. The only vivid thing he could acknowledge was pain, so many kinds of pain, more often and stronger than he thought he could ever endure.
They’d tried everything, aiming to find his deepest fears and insecurities to use them against him, to make him ｃｒｕｍｂｌｅ. Physical, psychological — they beat him up until he passed out in pain, and when he woke up, it was usually to a bucket full of freezing cold water ( the kind that it burns - ), reminding him of the numerous aches and cuts all along his body. The only thought he always clung onto is the memory of Yuuri - how much he loved him — despite the lies that came out from their mouths. ‘I’ll never forget him and what I’ve felt’ — he repeated like a mantra, even when the lines of Yuuri’s features got blurrier in his mind, the pain from outside getting less and less endurable.
They got more and more relentless and just as Viktor was sure he was going to die at their hands — it stopped. It was so sudden that he almost suspected that he had died, that it was just a coping mechanism, a trick of his mind. It just didn’t make sense at all — for god knows how long, they’d come to the cell, bearing so many materials to inflict pain- and they’d just stop ?
Viktor was left all alone, waiting for the moment they’d come and continue —flinching at every sound, every movement of the wind- hands over his ears when the screams resonated through the halls. It was becoming almost unbearable when the familiar sound of footsteps approached his cell and he looked up, thinking he knew what to expect — then, a familiar figure enters his line of sight, the light shining from a small window illuminating the face he held onto for so long. It felt too good to be true, as if it was a mirage and when he would step forward- all would disappear in a second.
He stood up on shaky legs nonetheless, no binds tying him to any kind of furniture ( the doors locked, they know he’s too weak to run ) —”Yuuri -?” His voice echoing in the small cell, his voice was hoarse, broken from only being used when he needed to scream. The image of Yuuri was too much to bear and by the sole fact that the man was there — alive and in front of him, Viktor was starting to break apart already, tears forming in his blue eyes. Yuuri washurt, more broken than Viktor had ever seen him, so many cuts and bruises littering his skin — and those were certainly very little compared to the whole picture. He knew Yuuri was going through the same treatment but to see him- broke his heart, more painful than whatever they’d do to him.
“Oh god- oh god — you’re here- what did they do to you ?” Words fell from his lips and he rushed towards him, unable to stay away any longer. His hands yearned to touch- to feel- to make sure that it was indeed Yuuri and not a trick. A pair of shaky hands finding their spot on Yuuri’s cheeks, Viktor froze when he met the brown eyes — they- they didn’t seem like Yuuri’s. The eyes that held so many emotions, 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴, adoration, fear — were now empty, 𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓁, as if it wasn’t him at all. “… What’s wrong ?” He choked out, trying to understand.
“I don’t know. Maybe we shouldn’t celebrate this year.” Christophe mumbled, stretching as he let out a groan. “I’ve been doing overtime trying to nail this jump, and I think a date night would literally kill me. My whole body aches like hell, but my feet are the worst, I sorta feel like the Little Mermaid when she got her legs. You know, like, the original version. Could we just take a nap together, or something?”
Excitement dropping as soon as he heard Christophe’s words — Viktor frowned a little, tilting his head in thought. He was about to argue- to make up reasons why it was a horrible idea to fight vehemently but he knew how hard the other was working. “Oh.” He let out, the reservations he made for the five star restaurant would apparently have to wait. “— Are you sure ? It’s your birthday ! It only happens once a year.” And the Russian had been planning the perfect event for a while - perhaps he could do a few readjustments. “What about we stay at home and celebrate… lightly — would that be okay ?” He asked, his hand going to the phone. Perhaps it wasn’t a lost cause yet.
it wasn’t that viktor was heavy - roxas was just weak. most of his strength was in his core or his legs, and not in his arms, which he was presently using to push viktor towards his room. n-not to say he was some weed, either! he had biceps! “A SHOWER SHOULD CLEAR YOUR HEAD. I’LL FIND YOU SOME CLEAN CLOTHES AND SOME PARACETAMOL OR IBUPROFEN, OK?” his tone was a lot softer now, a lot more gentle and soothing because he hadn’t really meant to shout. three years back when he was sixteen, he had tried to… he didn’t want viktor to even suggest at the same thing. his heart beat rapidly in his chest, his cheeks blooming with red, before he stratched his chin idly. “OF COURSE. JUST… PLEASE?” roxas seemed a little distressed.
Viktor nodded meekly, much too exhausted and his thoughts too muddled to disagree. The soft tone in Roxas’ voice also coaxed him quite easily ( he could never say no to that tone ) and after a short moment, he’d stepped in the bathroom, starting to take his clothes off. Under the shower-head a few second later, he let out a small sigh — the hot water relaxed his muscles, the headache still prominent yet considerably better. Huh, Roxas did have a point. As his thoughts cleared while the air in the room got humid, the thought of last night started to worry him, the sole fact that he couldn’t remember. Another sigh leaving his lips, he discarded the thought for a moment longer. After he’d finished washing his hair and the wooziness almost left him completely, he got out, tying a towel around his waist. “That did help —” He spoke when he got out of the bathroom, a grin on his lips, his silvery wet hair dripping on his shoulders.
[ text: unknown ] DANC E BATTLES ?? [ text: unknown ] shit shit shit [ text: unknown ] I think I drank too much.. [ text: unknown ] we danced? [ text: unknown ] what did we t a l k about?
[ ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ; yuuri 🇯🇵 ] — yeah! you were great [ ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ; yuuri 🇯🇵 ] — on the pole as well : ) [ ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ; yuuri 🇯🇵 ] — ah, you were… drunk, [ ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ; yuuri 🇯🇵 ] — i hadnt seen that many old people mortified for a while [ ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ; yuuri 🇯🇵 ] — uh, you really dont remember?
“Hey !” Viktor jumped up, perhaps not so gracefully— surprised by the unexpected gesture from Yuri. He squinted once he gained his composure, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean by — squishy ?” Had he gained weight ?
“Thank you Roxas !” He exclaimed, pulling the other in with an arm around his waist, the grin on his lips downright mischievous. “Happy Valentine’s to you too —” The Russian whispered before he planted a soft kiss on the younger boy’s lips, adoration shining through his eyes.
OOC: hey hey ! i hope everyone’s having a great valentine’s day — i’m going to be here whole evening/night to whip up some replies & answers. meantime if you’d like to plot or talk, do hit me up! i’d love to do anything ♥♥♥♥ im here if youd like some moodboards too *wink wink*
Hello, first of all, thank you for reading this ! Lots of people ignore reading the rules or about beforehand so itβs brilliant that you spare some time to search through oneβs blog !
I know rules get boring but please bear with me. Iβll try to make these as short as I can:
β Private & Semi-Selective:
I always read the rules of blogs who I follow and if I follow you, it means Iβd love to interact in the future. While not strictly mutual exclusive, in order not to get overwhelmed, some starter calls and such will be for mutuals only. This consists of out of tumblr contacts as well but Iβm a very open person so, if youβd like to interact, just shoot me an IM and weβll figure something out ! For other Viktors,while tentative and somehow inexperienced, I am open to interacting with duplicates but if you donβt mention it in your rules, I wonβt follow you first, this is just to make sure youβre 100% on board with it !
β Other Fandoms:
Iβm certainly open to interacting with other fandoms and I love having aus/crossovers ! I might be hesitant with a fandom I have no information of, but Iβm usually very open minded. I also have a RL FC and resources for non-anime characters that will be used accordingly.
β No Godmodding:
Or metagaming of sorts. You have your character and I have mine.
β Shipping & Relationships:
I love shipping and having relationships of any kind β For romantic-relationships, besides Viktuuri, I always ship Viktor/Chemistry. However, sometimes some ships just donβt work. Please donβt force ships on me. Thatβll give you an automatic unfollow. For family-relationships, if your character has a relationship prior to our roleplaying history with him according to the your hc/etc, please let me know about your characterβs relationship with him beforehand so we can discuss it and I can act accordingly. This is for non-canon relations.
β Starters & Memes:
I love memes and you can always send me one no matter if weβve interacted before or not. When it comes to starters, I like doing greeters from time to time but sometimes I donβt have time to do some. So, if you want to interact, just message me ! Thatβll be much easier. Also always feel free to continue a meme as a thread, provided that you do such in a separate post.
β OOC Drama & Guilt tripping:
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β Triggers:
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β Age:
I am 18 and of age at the moment β however, smut will be done on a case-to-case basis tentatively. Iβm also always up for black-outs and such.
β Replies:
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β Formatting & Images:
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β OOC:
There will be OOC posts in this blog. For out of tumblr contacts, Iβll be more than happy to give skype, kik, or even maybe whatsapp to mutuals upon request.
And last of all, have fun β thatβs what roleplaying is for !
Pre-Canon, unless discussed, usually after his 5th win at the GPF, unsure whether or not heβs going to continue. This is before Yuuri and the canon storyline, locations might vary but heβs back in St Peterburg.
Post-Canon, where the show left off, Yuuri and Viktor are in a relationship and living in St Petersburg, with occasional trips to Hasetsu. While this blog is multiship & multiverse, Viktor will be in a relationship in this verse unless discussed.
mafia au, orphaned at birth, he was taken by a famous Russian mafia and learned everything he knows from them. Viktor poses as the head-man while he simply works under the boss, Yuuri Katsuki. As itβs with every verse, details are subject to change.
spy au, an ex-agent who worked in Π‘Π»ΡΠΆΠ±Π° ΠΠ½Π΅ΡΠ½Π΅ΠΉ Π Π°Π·Π²Π΅Π΄ΠΊΠΈ, SVR, or simply Russiaβs foreign intelligence agency, depending on the timeline, he either works freelance or is a part of a private intelligence agency. Recruited when he was just a little boy, heβs quite experienced and used to be of top rank.
post-apocalypse au, used to be a part of the military, due to disciplinary problems, he was kicked out. Barely a year later, the infection began to spread, destroying the world in mere weeks. Viktor managed to survive, thanks to his training and skills, and is traveling across the country, hoping to find other people and perhaps, his safe heaven.
royalty au, in a world full of magic, Viktorβs the prince of a land that is in war with a neighboring country, fighting for the dominance of the ice forest in between β there are other forces at play but while both kingdoms are grieving for their losses, theyβre unable to see pass their vendetta.Β
