OOC: My semester break is over && school’s starting tomorrow so I’ll be retiring to bed ! Tomorrow might be busier but I promise to get my asks/replies done as soon as possible ~
It’s not exactly the news he was expecting to hear when he got a phone call in the middle of the night, much less from Mila, of all people. Did Viktor’s family not have his number? Were they even there? Did everyone else just forget about him and not bother to call? He didn’t actually have time to consider any of the options, because he had to get on the next flight to Russia.
Between the time it took him to pack a bag, and actually find a flight, the three hour travel time turned into something closer to seven, eight if you counted the drive to and from the airport–ten if you counted the fact Christophe stopped at Viktor’s apartment to walk and feed Makkachin before going to the hospital.
But finally, at nearly 11 am (St. Petersburg time), Christophe was walking into the hospital, flat out exhausted as he walked over to the receptionist and asked about Viktor Nikiforov.
“You and about thirty other reporters.” She laughed, “I’m not meant to give out any information, you can ask his family for that.” She apologized, “But you can have a seat in the waiting room.”
“B-But I’m…I’m–” Christophe was cut off as he heard his name being called, turning around to see Yakov. He rushed over to his side, “Are they telling you anything?” He asked softly.
Yakov explained what he knew–apparently he’d lied and told the hospital staff he was Viktor’s uncle–before he spoke to the staff about allowing Christophe to go into Viktor’s room.
“It’s serious, but he’s alive.” Yakov had told him as he led him down the hall. “He’s got some memory loss, but they’re insisting it’s probably temporary. Just don’t overload him with information if he seems confused. Go slow. He was awake earlier but they gave him some painkillers and he dozed off again, don’t know how long he’ll be asleep for.” Christophe nodded, stepping into the room, and freezing in his place once he saw Viktor in bed. He looked awful, and that was only from the injuries Chris could actually see.
“Oh, shit.” Christophe breathed, making his way over to Viktor’s bedside. He pulled up a chair, sitting as close as he could, and reaching out to place his hand over Viktor’s. “Hi, Vitya.” He mumbled, his head falling forward as he let out a shaky breath. He opened his mouth to speak again, but he couldn’t seem to make the words come out. He went silent, save for a few sniffles and sobs that escaped him as he tried–and failed–at keeping it together.
The short time spent between the end of competitions and back with training always left Viktor uneasy, as if he was hanging in b e t w e e n , the rush that came with competing leaving an empty space in its wake. He had spent nearly all of his life with skating, training, traveling the world from one competition to another— a week or two in a year where he was left alone felt odd — what was he supposed to do anyway ? Skating was his life, what he did for work and for his own enjoyment. As he was lying down in front of the TV with Makkachin in his lap, going through his feed idly, an incoming party invitation alerted him that he’d agreed to attend, a party thrown by an acquaintance that actually lived in St Petersburg.
Having friends across the globe, it was usually difficult to meet with them outside competitions, where everyone was back in their home country, spending time at their home rink with family and friends. Burying his face in Makkachin’s fur for a moment, he inhaled, petting the dog as he did so. Well, it was his family right then and there. Placing a gentle kiss on the fur, he stood up just when the phone buzzed again and quickly got dressed, ready to leave.
The destination was a far from where he lived in the city, probably a country house outskirts. Viktor highly doubted it was going to be fun or enjoyable to him, filled with people that wanted to talk to him or take a picture, just to get a bit of that ‘fame’. Well, at least it would get him out of the down mood he was in the past couple of days. Deciding to take the car, he started the engine, turning the radio on soon afterwards.
Fifteen minutes later, music playing as a background noise, he was on the road, the phone buzzing every other minute — he couldn’t help but glance over, unlocking the phone to read over some texts. It was quite late in the evening anyways, little to no cars around except his. At the picture of Chris and him as a background, he felt a grin spread over his lips, imagining the night of that particular selfie. The other was all over Switzerland right then and a pang of longing hit Viktor — he wondered what he was doing, ( considering the two hour difference between two countries ) it was still early for him to be asleep, right ?
Balancing the wheel with an elbow, he decided to send a text and had just started to write when he lost balance, a flare of headlights right in front of him, noise of shrieking horns filling his ears. He managed to swerve right, the phone dropping out of his grasp as he tried to hold the wheel — but at that speed, he couldn’t manage it —дерьмо, дерьмо — was the last coherent thought that ran through his mind before the car hit the barriers, his head hitting the windshield with a crack before everything went black —
His thoughts after that were mingled, foggy — only sounds, sometimes cropped images. Once when the paramedics got him out of wrecked car, he could only feel a sharp PAIN, unaware of where it was from. Then it was in an ambulance, someone pointing a flashlight into his eye and a strong headache followed after. A beeping could be heard but he felt exhausted and let the darkness take him once again.
Next time was much more — tangible, no matter how lost he felt. He had no idea about his surroundings or situation when he opened his eyes, wincing at the bright lights. A small groan left his lips as blue eyes were quickly shut — only opening slightly at the familiar nickname. “Huh?” He let out, before he attempted to touch his head ( the source of the pain ) — and saw the needles attached to his arms. A hospital then, huh, he had no idea what led him there though.
Turning his attention to the person that sat next to him, his eyes searched the blond’s face, trying to find an answer regardless of the headache. Was this man… crying ? The features seemed familiar yet still far away. A confused frown was on his lips as he looked down at their hands. “I — How — What —” Viktor started, his voice rough and unfamiliar to his own ears. After a moment too long, he tried once again. “Do I… do I know you ?”
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:
Just please donβt β Iβm someone who gets affected easily and if see unnecessary drama or hate, Iβll simply unfollow and ignore.
β Triggers:
Iβll always tag any potential triggers ( blood tw, violence tw etc. ) and those mentioned in your rules, however I may slip once in a while so please do let me know if youβd like anything tagged. I understand completely and want this to be a safe space for everyone.
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:
Unfortunately, Iβm a very slow student who has lots of exams so itβs very likely that Iβll miss replies or reply late from time to time. A friendly reminder is more than welcome but please donβt pester me.
β Formatting & Images:
My preference is to use icons but I donβt mind if you use something else or nothing at all. Itβs your writing that matters. Besides the credits on the sidebar, Iβve made everything on this blog myself so please donβt take them without my permission !
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
